#as if she didn't lock me in my room for days on end like harry fucking potter or threw glass cups at my head or told people i was planning
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fun thing my parents do
- know i was severely traumatized to the point of multiple hospitalizations, a self harm addiction, psychosis, mentions of ect and long term hospitalization
- know that the OTHER parent is abusive, and believe their biggest part was "enabling" the other
- that i hate both of them and dont like them and am scared of them and have developed a guilt complex because of it
- think many of my trauma responses are fun and purposefully trigger or scare me because it gets a bit reaction out of me and it entertains them
AND THEY STILL LIKE BELIEVE IM MAKING ALL THIS SHIT UP FOR FUN I DONT UNDERSTAND. ITS LIKE THEYRE LIKE YEAH YOU WERE TRAUMATIZED BUT LIKE ITS GETTING KINDA OLD. HHHRHRURJRMRRJHGBBMMJJHHHGGJHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
#me: yeah it just sucks because my diet sucks because ive lost so many teeth and so many are broken because you discouragex me from brushing#my teeth because you thought flouride was going to poison me and the tooth rot got so bad that no matter how hard i tried it got worse#my mom: i literally didnt even tell you that though. *i* didnt like flouride that doesnt mean you had to jump to all of that#and then my dads just like EVERYTHING WITH YOUR STEP MOM HAPPENED THREE YEARS AGO SO WHY ARENT YOU OVER IT YET?!#as if she didn't lock me in my room for days on end like harry fucking potter or threw glass cups at my head or told people i was planning#to kill her and her son because of homestuck fanfiction#txt#abuse //
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Tell Me You Hate Me*
Summary: Based on this request - You and Harry work together as bartenders and your relationship is hot and cold which infuriates you to no end. But you can't say you don't find him attractive, regardless of his cocky attitude.
A/n: I have never written anything like this before so please give it some love and keep an open mind! This is harry x male!reader/ enemies to lovers and I had a lot of fun writing this one. Thanks for the idea 🐊 anon!
12k+ words
Warning: Smut, angst, mentions of an accident, a little bit of forceful & unwanted attention/flirting (not from reader or Harry), mentions of smoking weed
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You couldn't stand Harry most days. He was a cocky asshole and he didn't care about anyone but himself. You both worked the same shift at the local bar in town, Reggie’s, and so you'd gotten to know Harry by default. And when a couple of patrons were making some joke about you liking guys, Harry shut them down quickly and it left you confused because you didn't think he gave a shit.
But he was still a cocky asshole. It didn't change his personality or anything. However, you did find a small warm spot for him after that day.
And tonight, he was either leading you on or genuinely flirting with you. You couldn't tell actually. At first, it seemed genuine. You were at an after-work party for the employees at Reggie’s. The boss had hit a milestone and so he invited all of his employees (and you were sure some of his neighbors as well) to his house for a night of partying as thanks for all the hard work. And from the moment you arrived, Harry began complimenting you. Then when he cornered you in the living room, he stood close and you saw his eyes travel down your body before he lightly pinched your arm, winked, and walked away.
When you found him again a little later he asked you to join him to get a drink in the kitchen. He was standing close again, leaning in to make sure you could hear him. Told you that you smelled good. Licked his lips while he watched your mouth when you responded. Touched your arm and your chest. Your limbs heated up and the hair on your arms raised after he brushed his hand on your skin. You kind of thought it might go somewhere but you were both pulled away from one another when Harry was called over to join a game of beer-pong and Cynthia from work was going through a mini-crisis and needed your advice.
And then as the house was clearing out and most people were gone, you went upstairs to get your backpack (which was where everyone had put their stuff at your boss’s directions). You hadn't seen Harry for nearly an hour and assumed he'd left already.
But you were wrong.
The moment you opened the door to the bedroom there he was, pants pulled down with a girl between his legs sucking him off. You were stunned at first, paused mid-movement when you locked eyes with him.
The cocky smirk on his face made you feel hot but it was Harry's words as he stared back at you that had you feeling frustrated and angry even. And maybe the tiniest bit turned on. Just the tiniest bit.
"You like that don't you?" He breathed his words out as he put his hand on the back of the girl's head and you heard her hum affirmatively.
"Yeah? So fucking hot isn't it? My big cock getting sucked on..." Harry's smile was infuriating. You swallowed hard, trying to move but you were frozen as if his eyes on you had some kind of magic spell that kept you from motion.
Harry leaned back a little further and the girl worked harder, "I'm gonna come if you keep doing that..." his deep breathy voice had you tingling. Was he talking to you? Why was he looking at you when he spoke?
The girl gurgled and shifted on her knees. She still didn't know you were standing there and Harry didn't bother to notify her either.
"That's it... just enjoy it..." he groaned as his eyes got droopier, but he continued looking at you, "yess... don't stop. M'gonna come now, keep looking at me like that..." his moaned words were clear and the girl grunted and stopped what she was doing, popped her mouth off of Harry's cock and looked up at him.
"But I wasn't looking at you..." Harry laughed and took the back of her head, pushing her back down on him.
He turned his eyes back to you, "That's okay... just keep doing what you're doing."
You snapped out of it and blinked, shooting your eyes around the room, and spotted your backpack. You couldn't leave without the backpack because your keys were inside. If you walked past Harry to grab your bag the girl would know you were there but you had no choice. You. couldn't just stand there and watch Harry get head while he stared at you.
So you took a deep breath and broke the spell of Harry’s gaze and walked past the threshold of the door and grabbed your bag. The girl stopped what she was doing with wide eyes and gasped, covering her mouth.
"Sorry!" You spoke quickly but the girl hopped up and ran from the room in embarrassment. Poor thing.
Harry laughed and tilted his head to the side and nodded toward his cock, which was a very pretty cock by the way, "Want to finish me off?"
You shook your head as you muttered, disgusting, and left the room as quickly as possible. What an asshole. The way he'd just treated that girl (and you) was awful. You hurried down the stairs and shook your head. As hot as he was, he was a cocky asshole and that was the truth.
You pulled your backpack straps over your shoulders and hastened your steps away from the house. You had planned on getting an Uber but you were so flustered and upset over everything that had just happened, you figured a brisk walk would be better.
You cursed to yourself as you remembered the way he made you feel earlier in the evening. His subtle flirting and soft touches… you started to think a little differently of him, fondly even. But then that last little stunt had you feeling angry and disappointed even. Disappointed in yourself for thinking Harry was actually flirting with you. Maybe even disappointed that Harry was still the Harry you knew he was. Just a cocky asshole.
On Friday night the bar was packed. Guests filled the bar stools and tables, and Harry was nowhere to be seen. He was late for his shift. Again. It wasn’t too uncommon to have to deal with Harry being late. But on a busy Friday night? That was unusual. He was always on time when it was a busy night.
You did your best to man the bar by yourself while Cynthia and Joe served the tables and busted them between guests. Normally it was you and Harry at the bar serving the drinks and manning the cash registers. You felt your anger for Harry build with every minute that he was late.
Finally, an hour after his shift began, Harry trudged through the door with his hair pulled back in a messy bun, dark circles under his eyes, and he smelled. It was as if he hadn’t showered or bothered to make himself look presentable. You could still admit he was hot but your hatred for him at that moment overrode your hormones.
Harry walked into the back room to clock in as you uncapped two beers and handed them to the girls sitting at the end of the bar. The two girls were young. They were ID’d right away because you weren’t going to get into trouble for them being underage. But their IDs said they were 21. You’d keep an eye on them, though. They even acted very immaturely. It was normal for people to get a bit tipsy, loud, and flirty… it was part of the atmosphere of being at a bar late at night. But these two were obnoxious. In fact, they were attempting to flirt with you. Unfortunately for them, you weren’t into females. But they didn’t need to know that. If you had to suffer through their annoying screeching laughter and attempts at hitting on you, you’d deal with it if they gave you a good tip at the end of the night. You could only hope.
Harry joined you behind the bar and began getting to work right away. He served a few drinks, used a rag to wipe up the condensation and spills on the bar top, and tucked the rag into his back pocket as he went to the register to add the order to his guest’s tab. You hated that he was so fucking good-looking. His tight black jeans hugged his thighs and his ass and made that lump at the front of his zipper look like a delicacy you could snack on. He wore a black t-shirt that was loose at his hips but was the tiniest bit snug at his broad shoulders. You tried to ignore the way your thoughts turned carnal at just the sight of the fucker.
One thing about Harry was that he was actually good at his job. He rarely missed a beat, cleaned as he went, smiled and chatted when it was appropriate, and stayed professional (with the guests at least). You didn’t usually mind working with Harry. He wasn’t a bad co-worker. But when the bar would clear out and you two would be cleaning up and restocking for the following day was when his true colors shined. He was a dick.
“You were late today. We needed you on time, Harry,” you spoke to him as you poured Jim Beam into a glass and Harry poured two shots for the obnoxious girls at the end of the bar. You could smell the slightest touch of his body odor mixed with his cologne when you spoke to him. Normally Harry smelled good like cologne and soap. But today he was off.
Harry glanced at you with an unamused look, and lifted up the shot glasses, bumping into you as he walked past. The glass of Jim Beam sloshed and some of the liquid spilled over the lip of the glass. You cursed under your breath as you corrected the issue by wiping the outside of the glass and then pouring a splash more inside.
And that’s how the night went. You’d get nary a glance from him and he continued to bump into you, jostling you and one time nearly making you lose your footing. Yet never once a sorry or even acknowledgment of his actions.
“Hey! C’mere!” One of the annoying girls was motioning to you with her pointer finger.
You sighed and rolled your eyes. Harry had just refilled their drinks. You couldn’t understand what they might want at that very moment.
You whipped the rag in your hand over your shoulder and made your way to the end of the bar the girls were seated, “What’s up?”
“I was hoping you could take a picture of us. Would you mind?” The blonde asked.
You shrugged, “Sure. No problem.”
The girl looked at her phone screen and then glanced at her friend with a grin and handed you the phone.
You watched as the two girls smushed together for the picture and then looked down at the screen and groaned in annoyance at the picture that was staring you in the face. It was of the blonde. With her naked boobs in view and the curve of her hip popped out to the side, holding her fingers up in a peace sign.
You frowned and sat the phone down and looked back to the girls who were giggling and just before you could say something Harry was plucking the phone up from the bar and laughing.
He leaned over the bar top toward the girls, placing his elbows down and turning his head to look at you before looking back to the obnoxious set, “He’s not interested in boobs. Sorry girls. Me, on the other hand…” he tapped his fingers as he slid the phone back to the blonde, “I love ‘em.”
The girls' laughter was loud and forced. It pissed you off. Harry’s attitude all night had been the worst, and now these girls were laughing at something he said, which included mentioning your preferences. It wasn’t that you cared much if people knew you liked guys. It’s just that that was your business. You told people when it made sense to. Otherwise, no one needed to know what you liked or what you were attracted to. But Harry just alluded to your preferences without even asking you if that was okay. And the way he acted with those girls was also unlike him. He normally kept very professional while he was working.
And you knew that Harry liked guys too. He liked everyone really. You’d seen him with that girl at the party, and he talked about giving head to a guy he dated a few months ago. But you’d never just freely tell people what you knew about him.
You grabbed the back of his tricep and gripped hard so he understood your anger as you leaned in to say, “Fuck you, you nasty asshole. Pretty sure they’re both minors with fake IDs anyway. Have fun getting your cock sucked by a kid.”
You steered clear of the girls the rest of the night and continued serving the rest of the guests as if nothing had happened. But inside you were fuming.
After you told Harry you thought the girls were minors he also kept his distance. Served them when they wanted something but he toned down his flirtations with them immediately. Dumb fuck.
When the bar closed Joe and Cynthia told Harry that he was going to stay after to help them clean up and restock for opening since he was an hour late for his shift. You grabbed your bag and made a beeline to the door, not wanting to do anything with Harry or hear him make any snide remarks.
Just as you opened the front door you did hear him, though, “At least I can get my dick sucked.”
You paused for a moment before walking out into the night, the door closing behind you with a thud.
You just couldn’t understand his attitude toward you or why he took up for you that day all those months ago, or why he flirted with you at that party. You decided it might be time to find another job. Harry was insufferable tonight and if you had a repeat of tonight it’d end in a fight. Harry would probably win in all honesty, but you wouldn’t back down in taking a swing at him if necessary.
The next evening at Reggie’s you were notified that Phillip was filling in for Harry. Harry had supposedly had a family emergency and would be taking a little time off. You hated to be thankful that Harry had an emergency, but you were. And the whole night at work was great. Phillip was excellent to work with and no one tried making you feel like shit. But your mind did wander to Harry a time or two. You figured he was making something up so he didn’t have to be at work. It made you feel better to think that anyway.
~~ two weeks later ~~
Your day off midweek was something you always cherished. Most people wanted to have their weekends free but you loved having a day during the week while everyone was working so you could grocery shop, go to a matinee, walk around downtown and enjoy the streets that were not nearly as busy as they were on the weekends in peace. Which is what you were doing today. You had planned on getting your haircut, then you’d sit by the river at Mary’s Tap and get a glass of white wine and Baja tacos and enjoy the sunshine, have a quick trip to Trader Joe’s, then head back to your apartment.
You didn’t have a whole lot of friends. A few close ones with whom you kept in touch but you saw them once a month and that’s really all you needed. You got enough interaction with your fellow humans at work. You were a typical introvert. You did well in social settings but at the end of the night, you appreciated your alone time at home by yourself. Some nights you felt like it would be nice to have someone to enjoy your alone time with. Maybe one day.
After you got a bit of a trim and did some window shopping on your way to Mary’s Tap. You were waiting under the bridge at the light as cars were traveling and you could see the river and Mary’s just across the sidewalk on the other side when something caught your eye.
It was Harry. And he was with a young woman. He had his arm wrapped around her back and they were walking very slowly. It almost seemed as if the woman was hurt and Harry was holding her steady. You watched on for a bit in curiosity.
They began to cross the street at the green light and they were headed your way. Slowly. You looked up and down the street, hoping it was clear so you could cross without Harry seeing you but it was too busy and by the time you turned your head back toward the strange sighting, Harry had already seen you.
You raised your brows and nodded at him and he nodded in kind before you turned back to look across toward the river hoping the light would change fast before you were forced to say something or have any awkward exchanges with him.
Unfortunately, they were headed in the same direction as you were.
“Oh. Do you guys know each other?” The young woman asked and you turned to look at her and then at Harry.
Harry gave her a soft smile and nodded, “Yeah. He’s a coworker.”
The light turned and the three of you began to walk across the street together. You felt like you were somewhat obligated to walk with them since the girl seemed nice and she responded to Harry, “Ah! Well, sorry that you probably haven’t seen Harry in a while. He’s been doing the good brotherly thing and taking care of his poorly sister for a bit,” she laughed and then coughed.
You looked at the woman and smiled. She had some similar features to Harry. You could see the resemblance now that she’d called herself his sister.
Once you were safely on the sidewalk you turned and put your hand out, “I’m Y/n.”
She smiled and put her hand into yours, “I’m Gemma. Harry’s older sister.”
You made small talk as you walked along the sidewalk and just as you were about to say your goodbyes to the pair they followed behind you to the path that took you to the river to Mary’s Tap, “Oh. Are you two getting lunch here?”
Harry nodded, “Yeah. S’Gemma’s favorite spot. It’s nice by the river and it’s a sunny day so figured some food and sunshine would be good.”
Gemma laughed and nudged at Harry, “He’s been trying to get me out of the house for the last couple of days. Finally worked today. Still so sore from the accident,” she inhaled a sharp breath as you three made your way down the steps toward the river.
You got on Gemma’s left side and reached your hand out, “Do you want help?”
Gemma nodded and Harry shrugged as he looked at you so you took her left arm and put it over your shoulder gently to give her more support as she made her way down the steps to the river.
And because Gemma was absolutely a gem (it was no wonder her name was Gemma) you sat with them when she invited you. Harry didn’t protest or act put off so you accepted. Hesitantly.
You learned that the night Harry was an hour late to work, Gemma had been in a terrible car accident that morning. He was with her at the hospital all day until they told him they needed to do surgery and he wouldn’t be able to see her until the following day anyway. He made the decision to go to work to keep his mind busy and off of the accident and how worried he was for his sister.
That was why he was late. And only an hour. Given the circumstances, that was actually quite good. You felt bad for being happy he had a family emergency that had kept him away for two weeks.
The waitress came around and took your order. You were a little surprised that Harry ordered the Baja tacos. So you picked something else off the menu not wanting to make it look like you were copying him or anything. But that was a bit disappointing. The Baja tacos at Mary’s were the best.
The three of you chitchatted and Harry was being quite pleasant to your absolute shock. You figured that he was pushing down his urge to be his usual self around his sister. He even commented that he liked your haircut. He noticed it. Another surprise.
“These are the fucking best,” Harry said with his mouth full of the crispy fish taco, “Have you ever tried these? Like, the first time I got them I couldn’t believe they were good because this is just some random tourist bar, but goddamn these are good.”
You nodded with a smile as you looked down at your mushroom burger. The Baja tacos were the best thing on the menu but you made the sacrifice and went with the veggie mushroom burger. Which was good. But not Baja taco-good.
“So… how’s it working with this dickhead?” Gemma said as she gestured toward Harry with a big grin.
Harry groaned and rolled his eyes and looked at you. He knew you weren’t a fan of his. He knew he was a dickhead. He was probably curious as to how you’d respond to his sister with this question.
You laughed and looked from Harry to Gemma, “Well, he is a dickhead. But he’s professional and he works hard. The people who come into Reggie’s like him.”
It wasn’t bad sitting with Harry and his sister. Harry was a bit more charming than he normally was. He wasn’t acting cocky or shitty. He was just being a nice, normal guy. It was a different side to him that you’d only gotten small glimpses of before. But the entire hour and a half with Harry and Gemma, Harry had been kind. And his eyes on you had you feeling like there was something there. It wasn’t obvious or anything but he'd flirted with you in the past and you’d seen the look before.
When the waitress came back you split the bill and then stood up from your chair to help Gemma up with Harry on her other side.
“Guys, I’m sorry to do this but I’ve got to pee, so…” she spoke as she stood to her feet.
You followed behind her and Harry as they made their way inside Mary’s so Gemma could use the toilet. You figured you’d help them back up the steps to the street. It definitely was for Gemma’s sake only because she was so sweet. Certainly not because you found yourself enjoying your time with Harry or that you were hoping for another stolen glance. Certainly not that.
When Gemma disappeared into the women’s room Harry turned to you, “Hey… I know I’m kind of shit. I have no good excuse for how I treat you. Or how I treat anyone else. Gemma’s accident has made me think about things a little differently,” Harry picked at his finger and looked up at you, “Anyway, I’m sorry, Y/n, for being a prick.”
You took his apology in as if you’d just won a free vacation. It was unexpected but also something you felt you deserved. You weren’t sure how to respond at first. You just stared at the handsome man for a moment dumbfounded.
When Harry grinned softly and perked up a brow he asked, “Are you okay?”
You shook your head to clear your confusion and blinked, “Uh… yeah. I’m okay. I just didn’t expect an apology at all. I’m… Well, thank you for that. I accept your apology.”
You helped Harry steady Gemma up the steps to the sidewalk and said polite goodbyes as you parted. But you didn’t stop thinking about Harry on your way to Trader Joe’s. How different he was at Mary’s Tap. He was… kind, likable even. And he apologized on top of it all. It had you regretting how angry you were with him that night and how you were glad he was gone from work with you for two weeks. He actually had a reason for it all. A fucking good reason and so you felt bad. Not too bad, though. Harry had been an absolute dick to you. There was no excuse for the way he treated you that night. But now you understood it at least.
You grabbed your favorite items at Trader Joe’s (chicken soup dumplings, Palak paneer, and cauliflower gnocchi were always on the list) and walked home with your head in the clouds a little. You’d always found Harry quite attractive. Most people did. Harry was physically gorgeous. Lanky and slightly muscular, broad shoulders, a handsome, angular face with a prominent nose, light green eyes, long, soft dark curly hair, a pretty neck… You kind of had a thing for necks and when Harry put his hair back in a bun you could stare at the back of his neck when he was turned away without him noticing. And then there was his voice. God his voice… The first time you heard him speak you thought you were in a dream. A handsomely deep voice with a bit of a rasp, and a breathy laugh, all wrapped in a sexy British accent. And god you couldn’t even get started on his dimples. Or his big hands…
Harry wasn’t just your type. He was everyone’s type. But his personality left something to be desired. You always imagined that if he were just a tiny bit nicer you’d have been more willing to suck him off that day at your boss’s party. You didn’t need a nice guy. Just someone who was respectful and didn’t treat you like shit. Your standards weren’t wildly high you didn’t feel. But Harry had been too disrespectful toward you at times.
But now? Had he really changed for the better? Did his sister’s accident make him a little nicer? Or was this just temporary?
~~
For the first time in weeks, at your next shift, you were disappointed Harry wasn’t working with you behind the bar. Phillip was great. He’d been a star. You appreciated how pleasant he was but you had really been looking forward to seeing Harry. Finding out if he really was a little more pleasant. But that wasn’t in the cards for you that day.
Instead, at around 11 pm, a past mistake named Jude walked into the bar and as the night progressed he made it clear he wanted to see you after you got off work. He was never one to be shy, but why would he? Jude was a very attractive man. Used to getting anything he wanted. He was dressed in a button-down shirt, nice and crisp, tucked into well-fitted trousers. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showcasing his strong forearms and he kept his eyes on you for most of the night, despite the guy sitting next to him.
“There’s a small get-together tonight at a friend’s. Would be nice to have you join me if you’re free when you get off,” Jude had his elbows on the bar, leaning in toward you. The wire-rimmed glasses on his face somehow made him look super sexy. Like a hot professor or something. You were trying so hard to ignore the way you wanted to indulge in your past mistakes but his blue eyes, soft lips, curly hair, and that stupid smirk were wearing away at your resolve.
You shook your head, “I get off at 1. No one’s having a get-together at 1 am, Jude.”
Jude didn’t falter, “Love how you say my name. Always have. But honestly, my friends told me to come by whenever. They said they were staying up all night. Besides, if it winds up being too late, I happen to live in the same building…” his smile widened, “and we can just have our own little get-together. Up to you.”
And there it was.
You hadn’t gotten any in a while. Months. In fact, it might have been Jude who was last in your bed now that you thought about it. You weren’t hard up or anything but Jude was looking awfully tasty tonight.
You squinted as you looked him over before turning back to serve another guest. You weren’t going to give him an answer just yet. The last time you got involved he hurt you. You two were casually dating for a couple of months but you’d gotten too attached too fast. Jude was not interested in anything serious and you knew that. But it didn’t stop your heart from breaking every time he was out with someone else. And then one day he told you it was over because he’d fallen in love with someone else and he wanted to get serious with them. That was a big blow to your ego. He was the first man you’d ever cried over.
But now here was looking like a hot daddy and asking you back to his place to fuck. Well, he didn’t say it in so many words but that’s what he wanted. It was clear. And you did too. Maybe just a night of fun with an old fling would be fun. Right?
Needless to say at 1 am when you left Reggie’s, Jude was leading the way to the Uber he’d ordered.
The condo building was across town. On the drive to this “get-together,” Jude wasted no time in shoving his tongue down your throat and groping your crotch. But you did little to stop it. You were definitely feeling the effects of his charm. Or maybe it was just that you were missing the action.
The party was on the 5th floor. Jude lived on the 7th, you remembered. He knocked on the door and you could hear some music slipping under the door into the hallway so you figured there really was a party of some sort.
When the door swung open you were met with a pair of forest green eyes and long dark hair. The newly familiar face was staring back at you with a big grin.
“Y/n? What are you doing here? Oh my god! Harry!! Look who’s here!” Gemma shouted into the hallway behind her.
Gemma ushered you and Jude inside, the door swinging closed behind you. You noted that Gemma was still limping but she seemed to be moving much better.
“I had to throw a small party. I’ve been so cooped up and just looking at Harry’s face all day every day was driving me crazy!” Gemma spoke excitedly.
Before you turned the corner you saw him, “Yeah? Who…” he stopped in his tracks when he realized you were there.
His face brightened and then he looked at Jude, then back to you, the bright features slowly fading, “Oh… hey, Y/n. Jude. You two come together?”
“We did. And we will later on as well,” Jude said smugly turning to you with a wink.
You cringed at his dumb innuendo. It might have been funny if you weren’t standing face-to-face with Harry, who was looking like sex on legs. Harry of course didn’t even have to try. He just had it. Even with his hair in a bun and graphic t-shirt, he blew Jude out of the water. But it was the way Harry was looking at you after Jude’s remark that really had you feeling a little icky. Guilty?
Was that disappointment Harry wore on his face? You weren’t sure exactly.
Gemma limped back to the three of you with two cans of beer in hand, “For the guests…” she smiled, totally unaware of the turmoil you were suddenly faced with.
You learned the apartment was Gemma’s. She owned it. Harry lived with her. It was small but cute and the finishes were very nice. She had a balcony that overlooked a shared courtyard facing many other balconies.
There were about six other people in the apartment, all of whom you didn’t know. Jude knew a couple of them but you could hardly pay attention to polite introductions when your eyes kept searching for Harry.
When you spotted him outside on the balcony by himself, you excused yourself and walked outside with him, the cool night air hitting your skin and feeling refreshing. It was getting too stuffy inside with Jude next to you. You suddenly didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
“It’s nice out,” you spoke. Harry turned his head to see you just as you put your elbows onto the railing, mimicking his stance looking out over the courtyard. He nodded and then turned his sight back to the courtyard below in silence.
You cleared your throat, not really knowing what to say. You didn’t know why you were so worried about what Harry thought of you arriving with Jude. It wasn’t like you and Harry were dating, or anything even remotely close to that. But somehow you wanted to feel out the situation. Maybe he liked you. Maybe he wanted more than just the occasional flirtation. But it was silly all these ideas in your head because Harry had mostly only ever been a fuckface toward you. Yet, you were soft toward him from the small handful of times he was nice or flirty. And especially after lunch at Mary’s Tap the other day. That had changed everything.
“So, Gemma seems to be feeling good. How’s it going taking care of her?” You figured you’d ask him a question that he’d need to use his voice to respond to you with.
Harry shifted and looked down further over the balcony before clasping his hands onto the railing in front of him and pushed himself so he was angled to face you, “Yeah. She’s been really good. I told her maybe a party wasn’t a great idea but she’s 30. Not much I can do. Probably be back at Reggie’s next week,” he gave a weak smile and looked through the sliding glass doors to see inside and then back to you, “So you know Jude?”
You hadn’t expected him to ask about Jude. In fact, you sort of thought that he more than likely didn’t even care. You thought it was unlikely Harry would be arsed to know about you and Jude, even if you did think you saw the smallest look of disappointment on his face.
You nodded, “Yeah. Used to date. He came into the bar tonight and invited me here…” you laughed and looked down at your hands on the railing and then turned your body to face Harry, “but, he’s just the same as he used to be. Probably shouldn’t have come back with him.”
Harry shrugged and let out a grunt of hmmph… “Well, he is attractive. Quite attractive. I can see why you’d be persuaded.”
You pulled your lips into your mouth and turned to look inside at the people, “Yeah… it’s really the only reason I did. But I’m only reminded of the past now that I’m seeing him again. He hurt me so,” you shook your head and looked back at Harry, “that’s why I think it was probably a bad idea.”
“He hurt you?” Harry’s brows scrunched together a bit causing vertical frown lines at the bridge of his nose to appear.
You smiled, “It was months ago. I started having feelings and then he wanted to see someone else. No big deal.”
Harry frowned, “He dated you and then decided to let you go for someone else? That was his bad.”
You didn’t know how to respond to that. You looked at Harry for a moment longer and then turned to look back down at the courtyard, Harry following suit. It was moments like that that made your heart pitter-patter. His intense gaze. His eyes. It wasn’t much. But it was a shared glance that was a beat longer than normal. It felt like something.
A few moments of silence enveloped you both until Harry turned his head to look at you and speak, “So, you’re not like, with him then? You’re not going back to his place after this?”
You blinked your eyes and his questions felt like an opening. He was opening up some kind of dialogue that could possibly lead somewhere. You would take the bait. Why not? What did you have to lose? You liked Harry.
“Uh… no. Definitely not with him. I’m glad I came, though. Glad it happened to be at your apartment too…” you spoke as you watched Harry closely for any sign to abandon ship but all you got was a green light when he cocked his head slightly, quirking up a corner of his pink mouth, and his eyes searched your face.
Just then, the sliding glass door was being opened and you heard Jude’s voice, “There you are. Couldn’t find where you wandered off to. So you two know each other?”
Harry stood up straight and smiled at you with a wink before patting Jude on the back and walking inside, leaving you and Jude standing on the balcony together.
You sighed as you watched Harry leave and then turned back to Jude and nodded, “Yeah. We work together.”
Jude turned to look back inside before looking back at you, “Is he the one that’s rude? Heard you talking about some guy you worked with who was an asshole.”
You rolled your eyes. You didn’t realize Jude overheard you and Phillip talking about Harry. Phillip had similar feelings about Harry’s lack of tact. But what Jude obviously didn’t hear was that you didn’t agree with Phillip anymore. You didn’t tell Phillip about Harry’s sister because you didn’t think it was your place, but you did tell him that you felt Harry should be cut some slack and that you felt like he might be going through something.
“Yeah. But Harry’s not that bad. He was kind of a dick at first but, I don’t know…” your words were cut off when Jude put his hands on the railing, caging you in and getting a little closer than you would’ve liked, “What do you say we get out of here soon? I want to get down to business with you. You are looking so good, Y/n.”
You leaned away from him as he moved his face closer to yours in an effort to kiss you. Putting your hands up to his chest to create more space you shook your head, “Actually, Jude. I don’t know. It’s probably not good to do anything. I don’t think it ended well between us last time. Ya know?”
Jude scoffed and pressed his hips to yours, “I had no hard feelings about how we left things. But I can tell you I have some hard feelings right now,” he prodded himself toward you and that’s when you felt him under his trousers.
You laughed in disbelief, pushing harder at his chest to make him move off of you, “Stop, Jude. You were fine when you broke up with me. I was not fine, though. I think I should probably just go home.”
You peered inside and saw Harry watching. He could see the spectacle you two were making, but from his view, it looked like two men enjoying one another’s company. He couldn’t tell you were uncomfortable or that you were pushing at Jude to move him off of you. When he made eye contact with you he turned and disappeared down the hallway.
“Oh come on, Y/n. You used to beg for it. Hell, I used to beg for it. I miss that dick of yours. Haven’t had such a pretty one in a long time…”
You cut his words off as you opened the sliding door and looked at Jude, “You don’t get to have my dick anymore, Jude. I have suddenly become aware of what I’m doing and I’m telling you, I don’t want it. I don’t want you.”
“Is it Harry? He’s who you want to fuck tonight instead?” Jude spoke in disbelief.
You shook your head and let out a sigh of aggravation before walking back inside.
Gemma was taking a puff of a joint when you sat down next to the coffee table on the floor with your tepid can of beer. You’d barely drunk any of it. Beer wasn’t really your thing, but you were nothing if not polite. You’d drink the beer with a smile on your face. Especially because Gemma was the one who’d given it to you. You really liked her.
The joint was passed around like in one of those 80s movies. You took a puff and passed it along to the girl who sat closest to you. Jude came back inside and tossed his can of beer into the garbage, making a bit of a commotion as he did so.
He plopped himself down close to you and sat back, palms behind himself, “Y/n and I used to date you know,” Jude suddenly spoke loudly over the guy who was talking about his job.
At that moment Harry sat on the couch next to Gemma and took the joint from her to take a hit.
“Really?!” Gemma responded. Harry perked a brow up toward Gemma and then looked at you.
“Yeah. For a few months. Didn’t work out but I saw him at the bar tonight. Didn’t even know he worked there! Didn’t know you worked there either, Harry,” Jude spoke loudly, obnoxiously and then he looked at Harry.
Harry narrowed his gaze at Jude but didn’t speak.
“That’s enough, Jude,” you spoke, quietly leaning toward him.
“I don’t think it’s enough,” Jude sat up straight and all eyes were on him, “I think I want to talk about what tonight is about. For you Y/n,” he turned to look at you and now all eyes were on you.
“What?” You scrunched your face and laughed in half embarrassment and half confusion.
“Tonight. You know what I’m talking about. You had your tongue down my throat, your hand on my crotch,” you heard a few small snickers and gasps as people listened to Jude expose everything you’d done just before you got to Gemma’s apartment, “and now suddenly you’ve changed your mind? So what was this?”
You had your mouth open to respond but you didn’t know what to say. Was he serious? Jude could be forward, pushy even, and you knew he had no shame, but this? You looked at Harry who gave away no emotion on his face. He was looking from you to Jude.
“Well? What is it? I thought maybe you were into Harry and that’s why you suddenly lost interest,” silence from everyone listening to the drama unfold before them, “but then you were just talking shit about him with your co-worker, Phillip was it? So, couldn’t be Harry,” Jude gestured toward Harry.
Now everyone looked at Harry and then back to you and then Jude. It would have been comical if you weren’t the spectacle thrown into the middle of the show.
You shook your head, “No. I wasn’t talking shit about Harry. That’s not true…”
“Oh but it is. I heard you at the bar, and then again just now I asked you and you said that he was a dick. So what is it Y/n?” Jude stared you down and you were dumbfounded. You pushed yourself up to standing and one of the guys got up and helped Jude up, saying how he thought it was time to wrap up the party and best if we left.
You ran your hands through your hair and then reached for your beer to at least take it into the kitchen and dump the contents before leaving. This had just gotten so out of hand and you didn’t know how to dig your way out of it. You could deny all you wanted, but it was your word against Jude’s and Harry had seen him close to you on that balcony and you did arrive with him. Most of what Jude said was true. Just not the important details he exaggerated.
You poured your beer out and could hear Gemma telling Jude it was a good time for him to go and you could feel how hot you were in the face. Your ears were burning, your heart was pounding. You were embarrassed and angry. You placed your palms down on the kitchen counter and lowered your head to breathe. It was so fucked. You definitely didn’t want Harry to think you were some flaky liar who was talking shit about him behind his back.
“You’re still here?” Harry spoke from behind you.
You stood upright and turned to see Harry, still no emotion on his face, “I’m leaving. I just wanted to give Jude a chance to get out of here first. Kind of don’t want to look at him. And… look, I wasn’t talking shit about you. I…”
Harry shook his head and spoke over you, “Stop. I don’t want to hear it. I know I’ve not been nice to you but I guess it turns out you’re not so nice either.”
You shook your head, “I’m… I didn’t…” you didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to hear it. Maybe it was a lost cause. “I’m sorry,” was all you could manage.
Gemma walked in behind Harry and smiled at you, “Uh, he’s gone. I think everyone’s leaving now.”
You nodded and looked from Harry to Gemma, “Hey, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”
Gemma nodded, “It was mostly just Jude. But I think it was a good time to wrap this up anyway. Getting tired,” she yawned into her palm.
You looked back at Harry hoping you could read something from him at all. Any opening. Any green light to plead your case. But all you got were his words, “Time to leave now.”
You walked passed Harry to leave and when you made it to the front door in the hallway Harry stopped you, “I saw you both on the balcony you know. That’s why I don’t believe you,” he had his arms crossed in front of his chest.
This. This was it. The opening for you to plead your case, “No. He was coming onto me. I was trying to push him off,”
“You’re kind of a liar aren’t you?” Harry smiled unamusedly as he spoke with a laugh of disbelief.
“Harry, I swear. I’m not lying here. He was too close and I was pushing him away,”
“Took you a good few minutes to push him away then did it? He’s not bigger than you, Y/n. If you wanted him off of you he wouldn’t have been practically dry-humping you like that,” Harry scoffed and took a step toward you. Now you could see some emotion on his face but it had you confused. He was mad but there was something else there. His eyes moved down your frame and then Gemma stepped into the hallway.
“Hey, do you guys think you could take it in your room or outside? Please?” Gemma looked at Harry and then at you.
“I’m leaving. Sorry…” you said as you reached for the door handle but Harry put his palm on the door to stop you and looked at his sister, “We’ll keep it down. Sorry Gems.”
You watched Harry as he turned back to you, his face set with the smallest bit of anger still, “We’re not done here. Follow me.”
Harry turned and began to walk down the hall and you stood for a moment with a bit of confusion but then you followed behind Harry and into what you assumed was his bedroom. Harry closed the door behind you and stood with his back to his door, arms crossed over his chest.
“Get it all out. Right here. Tell me how much you hate me. How much of a dick I am. How shitty I was to you. Let’s get it all out in the open,” Harry said as he gestured between himself and you.
You stitched your brows together and shook your head, “Harry… come on. I… at one point yeah, you were shitty, but let’s move on from that. You apologized already.”
Harry shook his head and pushed himself off the door, making one long-legged stride toward you, “Tell me how much you hate me. To my face.”
You blew out a breath of frustration and blinked, “I don’t. I don’t hate you, Harry.”
And then Harry did it again. He glanced downward over your body and then back up to your eyes, “Tell me now. I’m a dick aren’t I?” He brought his hands up to your shoulders and pushed at you, causing you to move back a little. He didn’t push hard but it was more like a bid for attention. Like how you’d try to nudge someone who wasn’t listening.
“No. You’re not. I don’t think that. You already…” but your words were cut off when Harry shoved at you. A little harder this time. But now you were ready for the nudge and you stood your ground, “Stop, Harry.”
“Oh, you want me to stop?” Harry stepped in closer until he was only inches from you. But you felt the heat of excitement trickle down your torso and to your knees. You kept your eyes on Harry’s bright green ones and didn’t make a move to back away. Like a dare almost. A game of chicken. Who would dodge out of the way quicker? You certainly wouldn’t. The impact would be welcome.
“No actually. I don’t want you to stop,” you spoke with as much confidence as you could muster.
“No? You want me to do this?” He tilted his head to the side in question as he shoved you again, a little harder than the last time, causing you to stumble back just a bit but this time you brought your hands up and shoved at his shoulders equally as hard.
“Yeah. I do,” your words were clear and you didn’t break eye contact.
Harry shook his head and stepped in again until the heat you felt wasn’t just from the excitement of the moment, it was coming from his body. You felt goosebumps rise on your arms when Harry spoke in a whisper, “Push me again. Show me how much you hate me.”
So you did. You shoved at him hard. You weren’t a wimp. You figured you could give him a show if that’s what he wanted.
Harry was knocked back a foot and he laughed, “Is that it? Doesn’t feel like hate to me, Y/n.”
You scoffed and pushed him again, stepping in toward him this time, “No? What’s it feel like, Harry?”
Harry’s chest began to rise and fall, and his breathing deepened. He smirked and spoke, “Feels like foreplay.”
You quirked up the edge of your mouth and pushed at his chest, but followed as he moved back from the force, “Is that what this is, Harry?”
Harry shook his head with a laugh of disbelief, keeping the smirk on his face he lifted a hand and wrapped his fingers around your neck. You swallowed hard. The simmering in his eyes told you all you needed to know. Your own breathing deepened and you stepped in so close to him that your noses were almost touching.
“Doesn’t feel like you hate me. Feels like you wanna fuck me,” Harry’s deep voice was almost vibrating on your skin as he spoke.
You swallowed again and let out a puff of air from your mouth when you felt Harry’s fingers tighten slightly, “You gonna choke me?”
Harry breathed out from his nose and smiled, “Do you want me to?”
You licked your lips and Harry dropped his mouth open slightly. You could feel his breath on your lips, warm, humid. This was foreplay. That’s what he was doing. His little act that started in the kitchen and was eventually brought to his room… you’d end it here. No more acting.
“Do it,” you spoke as you grazed your lips over his. Harry pushed his nose into the side of yours and you heard him mutter fuck before his lips were slotting between yours and he was squeezing your neck a little harder.
You sucked in air through your nose and brought your arms up over his shoulders and hands into his hair.
He tasted good. His lips were soft and his kiss was encompassing like he’d been starved. Like he needed to get his point across at how turned on he was. You got the hint. Especially when Harry walked you backward to his bed and then shoved you down onto his mattress. You fell down, your bottom hitting the comforter and you looked up at him from your position.
Harry’s cocky smirk reappeared but this time you liked it. You grabbed his arm and pulled him down next to you and pinned his arms down to his sides as you pressed your lips into his neck. You’d always wanted to kiss his neck and you could feel his pulse under the sensitive flesh of your mouth.
Harry gasped and tried moving from your hold but you only tightened it and then licked along his jaw which drew the prettiest moan from Harry’s throat.
“Want me to show you how bad I used to hate you, Harry?” You spoke against his neck and then nipped at the skin.
Harry whimpered and you felt him nod, “Yes.”
You pulled the skin on his neck into your mouth and sucked so you could mark him first and then you straddled his hips and let go of his arms as you tugged at his t-shirt to pull it up. You wanted to take a look.
You knew he had tattoos on his arms and on his chest but you’d never seen his chest bare before. There was nothing in you that was disappointed in what you saw at all. More tattoos than you realized. You lowered yourself down and sucked his right nipple into your mouth, licking around the hair and then you slid a hand up to his neck and kept him held down before you sat back to look down at him.
Harry’s pupils were blown out and he was smiling, “Again. Doesn’t feel like hate at all.”
You laughed and squeezed at his neck, “Oh you’re gonna feel it soon enough. But first I need to know what I’m not allowed to do. As much as I hated you, Harry, I’m still respectful.”
Harry laughed and brought a hand up to lift your t-shirt upward and put his palm on your stomach and moved it upward, “I usually top but I’ll bottom for a good cause. I like everything, Y/n. I’ve got condoms so you can fuck me if you want. Or I can fuck you? Or suck you… I’m open,” he put a hand over your fingers that were squeezing his neck lightly and he tightened it a bit, “you can punish me if you want.”
God did you want. You were into everything. You liked it all too. You liked a cock inside your mouth or your tight hole. You even liked just frotting. Spanking was fun to give and receive, biting, choking… If Harry was really open to anything like he said, this could be a good match.
You lowered your mouth to his to taste his lips again and adjusted your position over him so your hips were aligned. His tight jeans were leaving little to the imagination and his cock was already hard. Good. Because so was yours.
You rocked your hips gently over him and Harry put his hands on your back under your shirt, lifting his hips toward yours.
“Let’s take off these clothes,” you parted from his mouth with a gasp and got off the bed, ripping your shirt over your head and Harry did the same.
He watched you pull your jeans down and you took note of the surprise on his face when you weren’t wearing any underwear.
Harry stood up and slowly undid his pants, his eyes on yours, a cheeky grin on his face. He brought his pants down and Harry was also not wearing underwear.
You both laughed but the laughter only lasted a moment before you two were on each other.
“S’really pretty cock, Y/n. Can I suck on it?” Harry mumbled into your neck as he pressed his body into yours.
You moaned and nodded, “Yeah. On the bed.”
Harry’s cock was pretty too. And long. Longer than yours. And Harry was uncut. You loved the feel of an uncircumcised cock. The extra skin was amazing for frotting but also felt so nice inside your bum.
You got on the bed and leaned back while Harry crawled between your legs on the bed and lowered his hands to your thighs and looked up at you as he licked his pink lips, “You can fuck my mouth if you want. I know I deserve it.” His smile was devious.
He lowered his mouth to the inside of your thigh and kissed downward until he met the apex of your leg and your groin. You watched him as she took his time dragging his lips over the thatch of hair at the base of your cock and then used a hand to cradle your balls. He lowered himself down and started off with a gentle kiss to each side before licking them and wetting them as he watched you.
“Fuck…” you moaned quietly. You were well aware that Gemma was just down the hall. You didn’t want to be loud.
Harry opened his mouth and tongued at your scrotum and then he looked up at you again, “Can I pull?”
You nodded. You liked having your scrotum pulled at just a little and then the thin skin licked. Harry got to it right away. He knew what he was doing. You panted as you dropped your mouth open.
Harry’s free hand traveled down to your perineum. He pressed it gently with his thumb and moved up and down which got your heart racing. You moaned.
Harry released your scrotum and smiled up at you, “Can I lick your taint?”
You nodded again and Harry switched out the thumb he was using for his tongue and you shivered.
His nose was nudging into your balls as used his tongue to lick up the small patch of skin next to your anus. You keened and sucked in a sharp breath, then a husky pant fell from your mouth.
Harry slowly brought his hand up to your dick, wrapped his big hand around your shaft, and began yanking upward. He moved himself up and sat back before bending over to spit a gob of saliva over your tip. He smoothed it down, leaving a shiny path under his palm and then he opened his mouth as he lowered himself, licking the tip with his wet tongue and kissing your slit.
“Oh god…” you whispered in anticipation of what he was about to do.
Harry looked at you as he stroked you upward with one palm, “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long now, Y/n. I hope you like it.”
Harry’s lips wrapped around your tip and that was it for you. You threw your head back and whimpered as he sucked you off. He didn’t go too deep. He kept one hand at your base and pumped while he sucked, licked, and moaned over your tip and a few inches of your dick underneath.
You bent your knees and lifted your hips a bit as you looked down at him, “Holy… oh god…” you kept your volume low but it was hard with your cock in Harry’s mouth.
Harry’s pupils had dilated and his mouth was wet and pink as he slowly pulled his mouth from you, “Come on. Give me my punishment. Fuck my mouth,” his voice was raspy and deep and you could feel his breath on your tip.
You laughed. He really wanted it. So you’d give it to him.
Moving Harry back, you pushed his chest and sat up to your knees, and pointed at the bed, “Lie down on your back.”
Harry moved to lay down flat on his back and watched as you straddled his chest and angled your cock downward to his lips, “Open wide.”
He wasted no time in obeying and you wasted no time in pushing your cock back into his mouth. You went slow at first. The angle was good. You liked getting your cock sucked like this but you knew how it could be a bit rough so you let him get used to it as you began to slowly get yourself deeper inside of him.
When he swallowed around your tip and you heard the first gurgle you smiled down at him but continued your thrusts, “Pinch me if you need me to stop.”
Harry shook his head and sucked around you which made you gasp with delight.
You began pushing down into him harder, hearing his gags and watching his spit drizzle down his face made you feel like you were in control. You loved how it looked having your cock fuck his pretty face.
“I used to hate you,” you groaned as you held onto the headboard, the wet sounds of his mouth being pumped into, “Always wanted to put you in your place.”
Harry squeezed his eyes closed as he listened to you tell him how angry he made you, “Wanted to fucking punch you in your handsome face,” you panted continuing your plunges.
“Wanted to choke you and now I can with my cock down your throat.”
Harry moaned around your cock and you grunted with your pace. You began to vibrate, feeling your orgasm start to build fast. You watched the scene below you and Harry seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were. With one hand on the headboard and your other in his hair you pulled at his roots, “This is what you deserve for everything you put me through.”
You warned him you were coming but he was almost even more eager to take you deeper. He swallowed around your crown just as you released into his mouth. You groaned and shivered as Harry continued sucking and swallowing until you were spent and sensitive.
Harry chuckled when you finally pulled yourself out of his mouth and you looked down at him with a grin, “Fuck, Harry.”
You hadn’t expected him to take it like that. He seemed to enjoy having his throat fucked. And it was hot. You always imagined Harry would be strictly a top with his attitude but he most definitely wasn’t a top when he was gagging and drooling as you were grinding your dick into his mouth.
You collapsed onto the bed next to him with your chest rising and falling heavily. You turned your head to look at the man next to you and he had his hand around his own cock, slowly pulling at it as he watched you with droopy eyes. He hadn’t come yet but he already looked totally fucked out. Harry was gorgeous.
You rolled over to kiss him. His mouth was warm and salty. But you could tell right away how much he was dying to have you touch him so you lowered your hand and pressed your palm over him with your fingers grazing his balls and the hair that surrounded his thick cock.
“What do you want, Harry? I think I got all my anger out,” you laughed as you spoke against his lips.
Harry chuckled and you felt him nod, “I’d say you did,” Harry’s voice came out scratchy and raspy. Harry backed away from the kiss and his face was angelic with a soft smile and parted lips, “You said you like everything. Can I fuck you?”
You had come already but you wouldn’t mind feeling him inside. Perhaps you could even come again with some time. You nodded and grinned, “Whatever you want.”
Harry let out a pant and nudged the tip of his hard cock to yours and he keened with a pained look on his face. He looked down between your bodies and put his palm over his cock and the tips of his fingers around yours so they were pressed together, “Want to fuck you, stretch you open. M’gonna come so hard. You’re so fucking hot, Y/n. God…” he pressed his mouth to yours as he rutted his dick against yours slowly.
His words were sexy and his scratchy deep voice was making your insides turn. You never imagined yourself doing this with him. Well, you’d imagined what he might be like in bed, but never thought it’d actually happen.
Harry rolled over and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. He put the condom over himself and he seemed bigger and thicker than he had been when you first saw him hard. He was so ready to get his dick wet that he was a little shaky as he slid the rubber downward.
Harry looked down at you as you were still lying on your back waiting for his next move.
“I really like when it’s missionary. You can bring your legs up and I can enter you like this,” Harry kneed up to you and grabbed your ankles, pushing them up so your ass was exposed. He poured a healthy dollop of lube over your anus and you felt his fingers slipping around down there.
You liked this position too. You liked being fucked regardless but being able to see Harry’s pretty face was a bonus. Plus, you could have him stroke you while he was fucking you if you wanted.
You moaned when Harry plunged two fingers into your hole. Harry kept his eyes on yours and bit his lip as he fucked your hole a bit harder and then looked down to where his fingers were disappearing inside of you. You closed your eyes and your breathing picked up once again, heavy breaths falling from your mouth when his fingers were grazing your insides and adding that delicious pressure you loved.
“You’re so ready for me, Y/n. So pretty. Can I fuck it now?” Harry was looking at you with his cock in his hand when you opened your eyes and nodded, “Fuck me, Harry.”
Harry’s crown dipped in slowly before he pulled back and grunted a curse before going back in again and sucking in a sharp breath, “Oh fuck…” his deep voice was a bit loud and you hoped Gemma couldn’t hear. You were not into having friends hear you having sex.
Harry’s gentle pushes and pulls into and out of you were nice. You felt the burn with how wide he was but once he was thrusting into you and reaching deep it was good. Really good. Your prostate was being pressed into and sent zips of electricity through your veins.
Harry kept hold of your knees as he plunged deep into you, his breathing was ragged and he was quivering above you, “Y/n… oh my god… you feel so good… looks so good” he whispered as he kept his eyes on the spot his cock was connected with your ass.
You pulled at your thighs and held your legs open as you lifted your neck to watch him fucking you. His abs were flexing and his thighs were holding him steady in a healthy rhythm.
You could only moan quietly and gasp when he dipped in deep. Words weren’t finding you. The bed started to gently rock as Harry bucked into you. He reached down and wrapped his hand around your dick and you whimpered loudly, unable to control it. It felt so good to have your ass fucked and your dick stroked at the same time.
Your mouth dropped open wide at the feeling of letting Harry control everything. You didn’t think you could come again but if he kept up his strokes and thrusts like he was you would definitely be spurting all over your tummy.
“Fuck, Y/n. I’m gonna need more of this with you. Shit, you’re so tight. So hot…” Harry gasped his words as his strong thighs held himself up and over you. He hastened his pace and his pink lips were parted with small grunts and bursts of groans.
Harry placed his palms down on the mattress and continued fucking into you as you reached down to put your hand around your cock. You knew you could come again. Harry was doing everything right and when he’d given a little attention to your dick while he was fucking you it brought your prick back to life. You were hard and ready again.
“Yes…” you moaned as your body was being rocked with Harry’s plunges. Harry’s chest got more flushed the closer he got to the finish line and he dropped down to bring his lips over yours.
You whined into his mouth and the bit of electricity that you’d felt coursing through your body turned into a light and butterflies. Harry’s lips were wet and soft on yours and you were feeling something more than just being fucked. It was making your heart flutter with something new.
You both whined in breaths as you continued kissing and your hand stayed wrapped around your dick as Harry pushed into you. You could feel him shaking and you began to tremble when your own orgasm was coming so close.
“Can you come, Y/n? Come for me?” Harry grunted his words and kept his lips on yours and you nodded, “Yes, fuck I’m gonna come again Harry…” your voice was involuntarily raised up an octave as you were so out of it with lust and warmth.
Harry’s lips paused over yours as his long strokes into you were setting your groin on fire and he suddenly gasped and whimpered, “I’m coming…” he stopped his thrusts and groaned as you spurted into your hand and a little on your chest.
The bed was still finally as you both basked in your orgasms, pumping come out from your dick and Harry’s into his condom. Heavy breaths and small grunts were all that could be heard.
Harry lowered himself again, his lips finding yours and your feet hit the mattress as you wrapped your arms around Harry’s back. He stayed inside of you for just a bit longer before he finally began to move back and slip out. You both sucked in a sharp breath at the feel and laughed at the state you were both in.
After wiping up in the bathroom and getting water Harry suggested something you hadn’t expected, “Stay the night. It’s late.”
You smiled and looked at the clock. 3 am. That was pretty late. You raised your eyebrows and shrugged, “Guess I could stay.”
Harry locked his bedroom door and turned back to you, “Oh you’re definitely staying. We have a lot to make up for. Don’t you think?” He spoke as he stepped right in front of you, and smoothed a hand up your chest.
You laughed, “I’m kind of done for the night. I came twice.”
Harry raised his brows, “I’m good. I know. We can sleep a little. But I’m not done with you,” he kissed you, his hand finding the back of your head.
This had your heart pattering and dancing in your chest again. You knew Harry was different. Something in him changed just a little bit with Gemma’s accident and even though he was still a bit cocky and mouthy, he was nicer. He wasn’t just an asshole anymore.
You parted from the kiss, “What did you have in mind?”
Harry pulled you to the bed and motioned for you to lie down, “Let’s get some rest and then see where the day takes us when we wake up.”
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AITA for telling my mom I would blow up her entire household and myself in a gas explosion if my parents built me a house to live in?
TW for descriptions of child abuse and suicide mention
I (22NB) cut off my abusive father (mid40M) and left home when I turned 18. I'm going to call him Harry (fake name) from now on because I'm going to have to talk about him a lot. When covid lockdowns started I had to leave home because I phsyically could not be in the same room as Harry without fully disassociating and would constantly have homicidal thoughts, suicidal thoughts and panic attacks just hearing him walk around the house or talk from locked away in my bedroom. Growing up Harry would phsyically and verbally abuse me, he's thrown me out of a window and locked me outside of the house, pinned me to the ground and stabbed me in the back of the neck with a pair chopsticks, slapped me, kicked me while I was curled up on the ground and so on. My mom (mid40F) would watch all these things and never did anything to stop the abuse, his abuse started ramping down when my little brother was born (12M) so most of these things happened to me from 6 years old to being 10. Harry has never been phsyically and verbally abusive towards my mom or my siblings I was his only victim at home.
I developed a slew of mental illness traits the main of which being diagnosed cPTSD from this abusive upbringing. I also ended up developing a phsyical disability that limits my mobility when I was turning 20, I live alone and the house I live in is extremely unaccessible and even dangerous for me to live in. Because of this I am still in regular contact with my mom getting her help with things I can't manage to do on my own due to my disability. Her and Harry are planning to move out to the countryside and have a house built there so I am aware I won't be able to rely on her for too many years longer. One day she mentions to me that apparently they had been planning to build me a small house tucked away at the back of their property for me to live in so she could keep taking care of me. I'd never heard of this plan before and never asked for anything like this.
First of all I found it incredibly demeaning to build a little doghouse out of sight to keep your traumatized disabled child like an unwanted pet only kept around out of pity and some sense of responsibility, my mom comes from a culture where its the norm to treat disabled people like this and make sure they are unseen but I did not appreciate it. Second of all this would literally be the most nightmarish scenario for me to live through possible, I can't drive I don't have a car and there is no public transport or delivery services for food and grocceries at all outside of the capital of my country. My mom doesn't drive either so she would put me in a scenario where literally every single aspect of my life would become completely dependent on my transphobic abuser that I still get full blown PTSD episodes even just thinking about. My house, my food, where I can go and getting to the doctor would all become completely at the mercy of Harry in this situation. This is when I told my mom if put in this situation I would blow up all of us in a gas explosion to escape it because that's how awful living through that would be.
She didn't really react to me saying I would blow all of them up if this happens because I use exaggerated violent language often, she just called me ungrateful. While it was mainly to express just how bad this situation would be for me it was also somewhat meant as a threat, due to my disability I've had other family members try to get me declared legally incompetent so they could get a government caregiver from me. My parents could absolutely use the law to force me into this housing situation even as an adult, it was partially a threat because I wanted it in their heads that it a bad idea for them to do this to me, realistically I would just commit suicide to escape it instead. My cPTSD makes me incapable of having grounded thoughts and reactions to the things that trigger it, I know my mental problems make me an asshole a lot of the time but I just want to live my shitty life as painlessly as possible for however long I've got left.
What are these acronyms?
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Harry dates the reader's best friend and after they break up, Harry and the reader start dating!!! lmao I want to see drama 😈😈😈
And also related to this and this request. I tried my best to incorporate it all.
I hope this met your expectations as I tried my best. I'm just not the best at writing angsty angsts.
Ps. There won't be a part 2 to this. This has an open ending.
Six Weeks
Synopsis: One where YN's love with Harry but she can't seem to confess her feelings
More of my work
YN had an hour left before she got off work, so she started on lunch as she skipped on her breakfast to get her work done early.
Working from home came with it's own perks, she could work whenever unless she got her 8 hours in. At the end of the day her work was done, just had an hour before she could log out and enjoy her weekend all by herself. Today she woke up super early and started on her work so she can have a relaxing afternoon and evening. Taking a break from her freelance work which she is busy with on weekends.
Just as she was midway sauteing some onions her door bell went off. Lowering the flame to her stove she headed to get the door.
"Harry?" She was surprised to see an unexpected visitor.
"Hello love!" He exclaimed.
"Hi, come in!" She stepped aside to let him in.
"Thank you." He slipped off his shoes bythe door before he walked in, shedding his coat and hanging it up on the coat hook by the door.
"I thought you weren't going to be in town for another week." YN said, shutting the door behind her. "Do you wanna join me in the kitchen? The stove is on."
He followed her to the kitchen. "What are you making?"
"Just some rice, I'm feeling lazy today."
"I was done with my fitting and all early so came back to spend some time with Mum and dad and Gemma, before I go back on tour again." He answer her questions she asked before he got distracted.
They both talked and caught up since they last saw each other which was more than six months ago.
Harry and YN met just after One Direction announced their hiatus and he was back in London. YN was a new student, happened to be living at his mother's as a paying guest. His mum offered a few students to stay in at her's only if they're willing to abid to her rules, which many didn't but YN certainly did.
Harry was surprised how she was so only focused on what brought her to London in the first place. Her only ever leaving the house to go to college or work (though her dad really helped her out as much as he could), gave her a lot of time to spend with her land lady, Anne.
Anne and YN really got along well from the get go. Especially since Anne was fine with her using the kitchen whenever she wanted the girls spend their free time cooking up something. YN was taught few of her baking recipes whilst Anne was introduced to her guest's native cousin.
Mundane and might be boring. But they had fun.
YN ended up staying for the entirety of her degree course at Anne's, and for another six months before she found studio flat to rent and be on her own with a stable job.
YN and Harry met over at Christmas time, a couple of meetings and he got to know sbe doesn't have any idea of his work life.
YN liked to call her the most boring person to ever walk on the planet earth not no reason!
He had long jair back then, he was visiting his mum and sister as they had a fun holiday planned whilst YN didn't. She had to stay back in London and work on her assignments as the new environment and degree course was kicking her arse for good.
For most of the time YN was locked up in her room, going at her assignments and projects. Learning to be a software engineer wasn't easy. Till this day she regrets not switching her career paths.
Though it took a long time for YN and Harry to become friends, it was the best friendship either of them have had. Given the fact that both of them are so much alike yet so different. Cliché but very fucking true. YN didn't needed any friends, in fact she only made friend's with just one girl from her class and that was it, after graduation they grew apart. Where as Harry made friends everywhere he went, even though he's as shy as her and as reserved as her.
Somewhere in those moments YN grew to harbour some (or more) feelings for him. He was kind, yet he found his way to annoy her in most adorable ways.
Just when she was about to tell him about her feelings, regardless of the possibilities of infinite outcomes popping up in her head Harry told her he was seeing someone. That someone was her only friend from College, Elodie.
Yeah, that felt like a punch in the gut.
Since then Harry and Elodie have been in an on and off relationship.
YN grew over her feelings somewhere in those years, Harry released his first album, started on with his solo tour. Her dad passed away so she has to take up the responsibility as the oldest child to look after her family back home. Her mum's a house and her siblings were all little when it all happened. That gave her another reason to just get over her heart break. Though her feelings for him manages to revisit her whenever he's being himself around her. Which is all the time.
But YN's been there for Harry through it all and his highs and lows with Elodie. Especially with his lows. She listened to him rant about things he couldn't stand about his girlfriend anymore. Even when she cheated on him and he cheated on her.
YN didn't liked that. It was all against her morals but she respected him enough to not judge him.
Now him visiting her gave her vibes that he was going to complain about his girlfriend. Surprisingly he didn't. Not until he started asking about her. They had sat down for dinner after YN forced him too join her.
"How have you been?" He asked, filling up his plate, "how's your mum?"
"She's doing great. Having fun picking out guys for me to marry." She chuckled.
"Never knew you were into arranged marriages." He looked at her, eyes wide, "is it still a thing?"
"I am certainly going to have an arranged marriage, unless I find a guy my mum approves of. Which have high likelihood, I won't, given I don't social much."
"Do you have someone in mind?"
"No, not really." She shrugged, continuing to stuff her face with food. "What about you and Elodie? Thought she didn't liked you coming over to visit me."
Of fuck! She shouldn't have asked that.
"Uhh, it's complicated." He hesitated, "she broke up with me for good last week over text."
"What the fu-" YN interrupted herself in time but the sentiments traveled through, "over text? Why?"
"She thought I was cheating on her again just because Kendall came to my show in LA." He explained, "I don't think I wanna do this anymore."
YN kept to herself. They've been through it. She had tried to talk some sense into him but he doesn't like to take advices because he's a grown man.
More like a man child.
YN had a lot of shit on her plate so she didn't found it worth to talk to him about it and them ending up getting into arguments. It put a lot of strain on their own relationship with one another which YN hates so much. So she just settled on humming in acknowledgement to what he shared.
"Hmm."
"Hmm? That's all?"
"What do you want me to say?" She shrugged, "we end up arguing when I'm telling you something which you're not going to agree upon on. I don't find it worth putting out friendship through it all."
"I thought you'd atleast... Never mind." He sighed.
YN tried her best not to roll her eyes at him and have her meal in peace. She put on TV with her favourite show. All for next twenty minutes she heard Harry sighing and being gloomy, which annoyed her. For many different reasons but one reason which had priority was that he's visiting her after a long time. They can be happy for once and not talk about person she has now grown to despise.
"Harry can you not?"
"What?"
"Can you not be gloomy for once?" She decided to cut to it, "we see each other once or twice a year that's mostly when I reach out to you, or when you have problems with your girlfriend who keeps on cheating on you! I can't take this anymore! For once be a good friend you used to be." With that she picked up the empty dishes and walked in the kitchen.
"Okay, I'm sorry for wanting to confine in person I feel safe around." His voice sounded much louder.
"You do this all the time!" She raised her voice to match his too, "all you talk about is what she when you don't listen to me, so now don't even tell me a thing about her. I don't want to hear it."
"Fine I'll leave then!" He grabbed his phone.
"Please, don't be my guest!" She gestured at the door.
Harry grabbed his coat and he was out the door. Did he regret lashing out on her? Of course, he did. But was he going to go back and apologise? No, not tonight.
YN on the other hand felt awful. She had never once asked anyone to leave her house under any circumstances.
She tried her best to be friends with Elodie. Her feelings wasn't a secret from her friend, that she liked Harry. Yet her friend proceeded to go on and date him.
Was it wrong that she said nothing about it? Maybe it was.
Harry seemed happy throughout the initial stage of his relationship with his girlfriend. That she didn't wanted to ruin. But she did warned him around the first time when Elodie was first cheating on him. He didn't believe her.
Then when he found out, he came crying to her after the first breakup. Then it kept happening, over and over and over again. It made harder for her to get over her feelings for him, it gave her false hopes of her chance with him. At least she wanted to tell him how she feels and get it off her chest there. Now when she chose to not talk about it for her own sake she did not expected him to lash out like that.
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It was official that YN was moving back home.
It has been a good three months and life has been going on the same as it has been. Her mum has finally found a good match for her (according her it was). Being brown comes with it's own perks of skipping the whole dating option.
It was good she thought. The guy her mum told her about seemed nice. Vihaan was his name. Apparently he graduated from the same college as YN in the same year with a law degree. But he's planning to move back home as well.
Perfect! - is what her mum said.
YN had managed to squeeze in a few dates with him in her busy schedule. Now it something entirely new for her and she hasn't been on any dates really.
Today though, he had asked her to go meet his parents. It's not too early for it being an arranged marriage. But YN had some stuff she had to get rid off, like some pots and pans. A few things she had borrowed from Anne which were long forgotten and buried deep somewhere in the storage.
YN also happened to find a few blazers she borrowed for Harry when she was interviewing for new job (well be forced to wear those to make a good first impression). She never got to give those back to him because he was busy when she was free and vice versa. It was a hassle. So she packed the stuff to return to Anne and make a run to her place before she headed to meet her future in-laws who were in town. She also took the blazers with her to Anne's so she return them to her son who's constantly visiting her.
"Hello darling." Anne greeted YN by the door, "what all of this?" She was surprised to look at the box in YN's hands and blazer covers.
"Just some stuff I borrowed from you ages ago." YN said, slipped her shoes off by the door before she walked in, "like the baking pans for cakes and stuff. I never got to use them by the way."
Anne chuckled, "that's alright, you didn't had to bring these back, dove. What's with the impulsive cleaning?"
"Oh no, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you." She waddled in managing to carry a big box because she couldn't find any smaller ones with her puffer jacket on. "Can I put this on the counter?"
"Yeah, I'll help you with that." Anne gave her a hand.
"I am moving back to India." YN got back to answering her question, "I might be getting married soon, don't worry I'll send you the invitation. And yeah, that's pretty much the reason for me moving back home."
"Awh, YN that's so lovely!" Anne cooed, "who's the lucky guy?"
"He's from my city but he was a student in my college, I didn't know that. His name is Vihaan, he's a lawyer." YN shared, and involuntarily blood rush creeped up to her cheeks.
"Did you mum chose him for you?" Anne was already onto making tea for both of them.
"Yeah, she did." YN nodded as she shrugged off her jacket. "Also can't wait to get out of cold already."
"Yeah? It isn't this cold in your city, is it?"
"No, not really."
"And how long have you known Vihaan?" The green eyes lady asked.
"About three months. I've grown to quite like him." YN shared, "he's sweet."
"And when are you moving back? Got to through you a little dinner." Anne enquired.
"In about six weeks. But you don't have to. In fact why don't you and Gemma and even Michal come over to mine for dinner?" YN said, "you can also meet Vihaan then!"
"Now that sounds fun, will surely come over one weekend." Anne rested the mug of tea in front of her and YN mumbled her thank you, "and what are these?"
"Oh these are blazers which Harry lend to me. Can you give these back to him for me, please?"
"Why don't you do that yourself? He's coming over to visit with his girlfriend in about..." She looked at her phone for time, "five-seven minutes."
The door bell went off.
"There he is." Anne did her little excited walk to the front door to welcome her son.
YN did not wanted to see him actually, especially after the argument that day. Plus he was back with Elodie with new pap pictures all over the internet which Anne's confirmation to hammer the nail to the rumours, it broke her heart all over again. She has been doing great without seeing him and without talking to him all together. She has been able to slowly move on.
Also her moving back home wasn't for anyone but her mum who was all alone. YN get's to still keep her job and be transferred to the branch in her city and she can still work from home.
"YN do you want to stay over for lunch, I made my roast and there is cheesecake for dessert?" Anne suggested.
"I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to pass this time. I'm going to have lunch with Vihaan and his parents." YN shared, "I'll be heading out after my tea."
"Hold on, who is Vihaan?" Elodie asked, excited for some reason considering the fact that her and YN are no longer friends, which everyone is aware of.
"My future Fiancé." YN answered.
"As in your boyfriend?"
"Nope."
"YN, you're already getting married?" Harry butted in, "you told me about this, what? Like, a month ago?"
"Three months ago, Harry." YN corrected him.
"Am I invited?" Elodie clapped her hands like an excited toddler, her dyed hay-like blonde hair moving on her shoulders. "Come with me, whilst Harry helps his mum with something he got her!" She grabbed YN's hand and dragged her to the living room.
YN somehow managed to not spill her hot tea anywhere and sat down on Anne's sofa. The kitties are lounging next tk the fire place under their little blankets. Anne has still got the blanket YN crocheted (which took her about a year to finish with her schedule) for the kittens.
"Tell me about him?" Elodie asked grabbing a throw pillow to keep on her lap, looking behind her to see Harry following his mum to her garden with a pot with got for her as a just-because present. "Hmm, now you can just stay away from my boyfriend, can't you? How fun!"
"What the- what do you even mean?" YN was taken back.
"He's always with you when he's in town. Which he rarely comes back to London. He's always vacationing or touring or filming a movie or recording yet another Album." She complained. "And when he is in London he goes straight to see you!"
"What's the matter with that? He's working. And no we don't see each other every time he's in London so don't sit there and say that."
"Why not? He cheated on me. Wasn't that girl you?" The blonde finally confessed.
Harry confessed to her that he cheated on her ages ago. But he have seemed to leave out the details of with whom. It certainly wasn't her. Hell, YN haven't even thought about even kissing him after he told her he was seeing Elodie. It wasn't like her all.
"What the fuck are you talking about? He didn't cheat on you with me!" YN has had it.
It might not seem alot but her feelings have been bottled up little by little over the last few years.
"Yeah, you always manage to come in between us." Elodie shrugged simply accusing her, "didn't you tell me you like him. No in fact you said you loved him! I'm finally confessing it to you because you're getting married soon, so I don't care!"
"Then why did you went on and date him, didn't I tell you I have feelings for him and I was going to tell him?" YN's eyes welled up with tears this time. "You were my best friend and I trusted you."
If she were a cartoon her face would have been blood red with smoke coming out of her ears. But she's a pro at keeping her anger in check.
She watched the blonde's expressions change, looking over her head her behind her. She found Harry looking right at her. Now how much did he hear?
YN decided it was better to leave now to create any drama at Anne's house.
"Anne, umm, I'm gonna go now." YN grabbed her jacket and coat. "I'll call you later this week? To plan out dinner at mine."
"Sure love." Anne nodded in agreement. She could sense the awkward and heavy vibes clouding her lovely home right now.
YN could feel her heart trying it's best to burst out of her chest raw. As her
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YN drove to Vihaan's place and from there he was going to take her to the restaurant they were going to meet up his parents at. Now it was something YN was very hesitant about. Meeting his parents without anyone with her. Yeah it is common tradition to take your parents to see your future spouse's parents. And it was too early.
YN got bad vibes from Vihaan's mum, her future mother-in-law. He had told her he didn't wanted live alone even after they got married as he's the only son and he wished to take care of his parents, which she was fine with. It is a thing in Asia that the older son takes care of the parents, which she doesn't mind as she grew up with those practices and traditions. But his mum gave her weird vibes even though she had talked to the lady a just twice over a video call and text. That's all.
Mother-in-law's have this very bad reputation of being controlling and manipulative, which so far Vihaan's mum fit checks every category off. It started off with talking about her reconsidering her continuing her job after marriage. Be a housewife instead.
Which haven't yet to tell her mother about or else she would have handled it herself. Her mum was very supportive of her focusing on her career and she would have still wanted to focus on her career. Her own mum gave up her career when she married her dad, whilst her dad was a good husband and a father, she struggled to take care of her kids when he passed. Now that was something she didn't want for YN.
YN actually liked this guy. He checked all the bare minimum boxes for her. He was respectful, and respected her decisions so far. She was starting to like him as well. But he ignored her when she brought up his mum wanting her to quit her job by diverting the topic to something else.
Well, she haven't been strong into dating game, having been gone on just couple of dates. Never passed the second date phase with anyone she went out with. It was a very obvious red flag for her. But she's still got a time to be firm and talk about it. At least to her mum first.
She still went on with it. "What's wrong?" Vihaan asked on the drive to the restaurant. She stopped at a red light.
"It's nothing, just had a rough day." She explained. "I wanted to tell you something."
"Hmm?"
"You mum asked me to reconsider keeping my job if we were to get married." She brought up the topic which he managed to divert before.
"She did?"
"Mhmm, she did." YN nodded and started driving again once the light turned green again.
"Well, what is your decision then?"
"You know it." YN shrugged, "I just don't want your mum telling me what to do and what not to, that's all."
"What? She's going to be your mother-in-law, basically she's like your mother." He chuckled, nervousness evident in his voice.
"But she is not my mother." YN pointed out, "even my own mother never told me to consider keeping my job. Like ever!"
"I respect her for that." He nodded, "we'll talk about it later, okay?"
"Why not now? You can tell you mum to not interfere, if we are to get married. We need to talk about it now, or else I would not want to live with your parents."
"So you want me to leave my parents?"
"Well, I'm leaving my mother too. It's only fair." YN tried to keep it cool. She haven't talked this much in a long time and her jaw hurt already. She prefered texting over talking over phone calls.
She's the silent kind of person.
"She have your brother to take of her, and he is now that he's got a stable career."
"You know he just started like two months ago, he's a fresher," YN reminded him. A heavy sigh left her chest as she tried her best to be calm. Or else she was going to run iver someone or run into a pole or a building.
"I am never say you can't. My mum just asked you to reconsider it, not actually quit your job!" He started getting defensive about it, his voice going up an octave.
"Don't yell at me, I'm just trying to have a conversation. Please!" She sighed again.
She was feeling the same heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach she felt every time Harry told her he's got a girlfriend. It felt so bad, and she couldn't pin point what she was feeling. But it was something negative. But she stopped her car on a side.
"You know what? Get out, please." She said.
"What? Why?"
"I don't want to do this anymore." She announced, "go tell you mum I said I do not want to get married her boy."
"Where is this coming from, YN? I told you we can talk about it. Later. Okay?" He said, trying to talk to her like she's a toddler.
"Don't talk to me. Like that. Okay?" She mocked his tone. "Please!" She gestured to the way out of her car. And he stepped out of car as she said so.
It wasn't an over reaction, was it? She knew how it was going to be. Her in-laws are going to manipulate her into quitting her job. That's how it is. Even if they agreed to her (whish they don't het to have an opinion on) keeping her job now, they would guilt trip her into doing it anyway.
Just like her own grandparents did with her mother. Whilst her mum doesn't regret quitting her job for her kids, YN was sure she would.
Growing up her dad always made her life easy. Hell, she didn't even needed to keep a side job as she studied abroad. He even paid for her rent and other expenses along with her tuition fees the best he could, she kept a job just so she could live more comfortably and not trouble her father much more.
It was very hard on her, in every way after her dad passed. Because she had no one to rely on anymore. People looked at her with pity because she's not a fatherless child. It gets to her but she tried her best to not pay any mind to it. She's got her mum for her.
She called her mum the first thing when she got home. Luckily she didn't got her lease signed off, or sold any of her things yet like she planned on. She was going to reconsider other things now!
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Harry was furious.
As he stood there on his place watching YN walk out of the door. She didn't even pit on her puffer she was in that hurry to leave. He knew YN wasn't the type to stay and argue, she prefers to take herself out of the situation until it's all cooled down enough to talk about it. He doubts she's even going to talk about it. Or to him at all after this.
Now he knew why YN stopped being friends with Elodie.
He felt like a biggest dickhead and dumbass to ever exist that he never saw that she liked him since the very beginning like he did.
Harry had grown to be infatuated by YN the first time he saw her. That grew into a small crush and he started liking her. Hell and heavens, there was a time where both of would text about hours and hours talking about literally nothing, sending each other funny posts to keep a conversation going. Fuck, how he missed those days!
And to hear YN say that she was going to tell him how he felt but he beat her to telling her her that he was seeing her other best friend from college. He thought she didn't like him that way.
Honestly, he was feeling lonely but his feelings grew for Elodie. He wouldn't lie there but everything died soon when she first cheated on him. He didn't know why he got back together with her.
Maybe because he found out YN was going on a date with this guy she met at work. Though it didn't work out after the second date. He felt even more awful.
God, even his mum knew about how YN felt about him. She never told him either. Well, why should she? They were both grown up adults and it was their personal matter.
If it were him in place of Elodie he wouldn't even consider going out with someone their best friend admitted to like. Well, he did went out with YN's best friend, he ain't a saint himself. But he wouldn't betray his best friend like that.
All Elodie did was feed of off him. The clout, the career boost. And he didn't even saw it until his mum pointed it out to him after he told Elodie to leave. She was bug face in modeling industry all of a sudden, she was getting bigger and bigger campaigns, even big magazine covers. All because Harry did not care if she talked about him because there was nothing to hide. He didn't realise she was using him. Even after she cheated on him twice. Made a huge fuss about it, even in media about him doing the same. He wasn't petty to tell after her. He would never do that. Even to his worse enemy.
He knew what is it to be under media and public scrutiny, 24 by 7, every day of the hear.
YN was probably his only friend who wasn't the part of the entertainment industry in anyway who managed to keep him on his toes. She didn't worked for any celebrity, she didn't even bother to be friends with other of his industry friends. Even his manager. She hates him in fact.
He betrayed her. In a worse way he could only imagine. This has never happened to him.
He went into his head space of thinking about if he would have been patient enough how things would have turned out. With a mug of tea in his hands as he sat on his make shift bed of the sofa at his mum's, Skye and Dotty fast asleep on his legs over the blanket on his lower body.
All he could think about was the stupid fit Elodie threw at his mum's house, like a fucking toddler. Luckily his mum was nice enough to not kick her and him out of her house, he was embarrassed. Yeah, Anne is his mum but it was still embarassing.
"Wasn't it her?" Elodie asked, furious of Harry when he brought up her recent cheating incident.
"It was never her!" Harry exclaimed, "it was never her, now if you're done Elodie please leave. This is my mum's house."
"I know who's house this is!" She hissed at him, "she made you cheat on me because she wanted to take revenge. She told me she's in fucking love with you! But I love you as well! It's not fucking fair!"
"Then why the fuck would you go on and cheat on someone you love?" He pointed out, but he doesn't want a answer, "you on what? I don't want any answers from you, we're done and through. Don't reach out to me again, just leave please!" He walked her to the door grabbing all his stuff. Shut the door behind him taking a few minutes to relax himself there.
His mum saw everything. She didn't know he ever cheated on any of his partners. But he did. He never wanted to tell him mum, because she raised him to be a better person. But she heard everything. And there was no way his mum didn't knew, it was public affair that he had a hook up. Elodie made sure to make it a public affair. But he knew his mum chose not to believe those.
"Hey, it's alright." Anne still approached him with a hug.
"I'm sorry, I didn't wanted you to know!" His face was smooshed in her neck, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." He kept chanting as he sobbed and sobbed.
"It's alright!" Anne assured him, letting him get it all out. After he calmed down he did talked about it to his mum.
He did hooked up with this random person, he doesn't remember their name, he was drunk and high. It was after he had an yet another huge argument with Elodie. He ended up taking that person his place he shared with her when she was on a trip for her runway show.
Confessing it and getting it all out was something which put him at ease there. He had one less thing weighing on his shoulders.
His mum convinced him to stay the night, so he made the sofa his home where Anne's cats usually sleep at night. But none of them were asleep really, running around like they're in a forest. Well half them were asleep on him though, so he couldn't move much.
He remembered, YN adores Anne's cats so much! And the feeling are mutually from the felines as well. They're not as kind to him as they're being now, maybe they can sense he's sad and feeling low. With Skye and Dotty both purring loudly on him, he didn't mind the smuggles. He needed that.
He was really sad. Not because he broke up with with his girlfriend. God, no! He wasn't. He couldn't bring himself to love Elodie again after this second time she cheated on him. They were through it, talked it out, but he saw that still coming through.
He was sad because YN was there the whole time. If he had waited for some time. Only if...
He feels bad being an asshole to her that day. She was still being nice to him, made extra food because he was over just in time. They were sat in her living like usual, not having to talk much and just enjoy one another's company there. He fucked it up.
YN was probably tired of his shit that she refused to talk about it. He gets it now. She probably still feels hurt though he doesn't want to assume, she was seeing someone else now.
But that doesn't mean he can't talk it out. So he tried to reach for his phone and immediately called YN to check in on her. She seemed so hurt when she walked out. But her line was busy. He felt even more horrible.
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It has been a month, and YN was still miserable. She just had two weeks until she could finally go home for a while.
Everything started to feel overwhelming to her. Even working from home. She ordered groceries online to not having to leave her flat. Her car was probably going to hate her. So was her body when she eventually has to leave her flat for something or the other.
But she lost it and called her mum to tell her everything. Better share it with anyone than bottle it up. She was in her bed crying her heart out talking to her mum on the call. This is something she would go to Harry to talk about. But he's the reason she's crying now. And maybe that asshole Vihaan.
She liked him. The feelings were real. Her intuitions were never wrong. Well, maybe they were wrong with Elodie but with Vihaan they were not.
Apparently there was a huge scandal made of this issue back home, she had not energy to deal with whatsoever. Typical brown people behaviour it was. All she needed to know was that the marriage was going to be a total scam for her.
"Mumma, I really don't know what to do!" She sobbed into her pillow.
"I know it's going to be hard. Why didn't you tell him that you like him? You have." Her mum tried to console YN the best she could over a phone call.
"Because he was dating my best friend. Or he is, I don't know. I don't want to get in between my best friend and her boyfriend. That's not me!"
"And she did the same to you, did you tell her that you like this guy?" Her mum pointed out.
"Hmm."
"Now, we'll keep everything aside, okay? Come to see us for a week." Her mum suggested, "it'll help clear up your mind, hmm?"
"Okay." YN agreed, sniffling, "I love you Mumma."
"Hmm. Now go to sleep." Her mum scolded her, "and I love you too."
"Mm bye." YN hung up her call and put her phone back on the night stand.
It was early morning for her mum. She felt bad for starting off her day with whining and crying and complaining. But she has been crying non-stop since midnight and it's now half past three in the morning for her. Her head was throbbing as her eyes burn from dried up tears. There is so much of crying one can do.
She didn't even know why she was crying, that was making her cry even more. Her whole body ached which just added to her misery.
Yeah, YN you're probably overreacting, just go to fucking sleep! - she scolded herself.
Just as she was about to go back to sleep, sinking deep into her fluffy blankets with her hood on, her phone started ringing. It was from Harry she noticed from the red heart emojis which were on either of his initial letter. She turned her phone to silent.
It was nine in the morning. She hadn't slept a blink. But when she finally was going to sleep, there was a knock on her door.
Contemplating she gave up just ignoring him for many reasons, he might make more noise and her neighbours would be mad, or he might sit there entire day and night, talk to her through the door because she lives in a studio flat and her bedroom is literally in her living room, he'd do anything but leave.
"Hey, YN it's me, Harry." She heard him through the door before his knuckles met the hardwood again.
Harry on the other side of the door, tried to knock on her door, hitting his knuckles again on the door.
YN somehow managed to pull herself put of her bed. All she wanted to do was be miserable on her weekend before she could continue to be miserable back home for a couple of weeks. But here Harry was, knocking her door. Wrapping her fluffy blanket around her, she went to check on the door.
"Hi," Harry sighed in relief seeing her finally. "I, I wanna talk to you, cam I come in please?"
She just stepped aside to let her in. Right away he noticed her flat was pitch dark, with the light blocking curtains still closed up. He also noticed how red, puffy and swollen her eyes her, eyelashes still wet from tears.
YN just wanted to sleep in compensation of what she missed at night. That's all.
"YN-"
"Did I left out something to return?" She was already ready to sift through her boxes which were meant to shipped back home but she never got to take of those, so now half of them shoved into her closet and piled up in a corner.
"No, no— what, what are these boxes for?" Harry stuttered seeing all the boxes. She just shrugged for his dismay. "Came over to check up on you. You alright?"
Does her puffy, red eyes, runny nose and rosy cheeks look look alright to you, Harry? He thought to himself. He also noticed a big pile of laundry eating up her laundry basket by the bathroom door. She did not liked to leave dirty clothes piled up like that, whenever he was over, her washer in the kitchen was always running with something or other. Her electricity bill was mostly from running her washer, he wondered.
"YN!" He sighed and grabbed her hand to drag her to the bed, he made her sit there and found a place for himself on the floor in front of her. "YN, I'm so, so, so sorry, my love!" He proceeded to lace his fingers through hers because she let him as she stared right back at him. "I can't tell you how sorry I am for not seeing through it all. Everyone knew, even Dotty knew and I didn't. I'm so fucking sorry!"
He was referring to the conversation he heard of YN and Elodie. His ex took advantage of everyone. It wasn't fair.
Only if, he wasn't stupid and dumb and blind and dickhead it would have all been so fucking different! Only if!
"It took me six long weeks to come and apologise. I don't want to ruin anything between us. I don't want to loose you as my bestest friend!" He sniffled, "I know I've already ruined everything but please consider giving me another chance, please!" He looked up ather with his puppy eyes brimmed up with tears threatening to escape.
YN hasn't said a word since she opened the door for him. There is no use in ruining her friendship with him. Yeah, he went on and dated the person once she called her best friend — well, it was her fault to even consider a shitty person like Elodie a best friend — but he was her only friend. She have gone through being only his friend but was it worth it?
Was it worth it? Of course there were many different factors contributing to her low time now which is making her depressed. It was winter, her seasonal dipression was already kicking in, although she wouldn't say she's depressed. She's just sad.
She wants to be sad.
No one qas letting her be sad in peace. Not her mum. Not her brother. Not her Boss. No even herself.
"I don't know what to say." Is all she said. And that made him fall in silence as well. His shoulders slumped as a puff of air sighed through his nose.
Harry didn't know how he felt, truly. He had been worse. He had just managed to pull himself back from falling into his drinking habits. He had managed to keep his hands away from his favourite vodka for a week, to clear his mind and think straight. All he did was sleep all day if he was not being asked to work.
Right, asked to work. He had no motivation to work. His head was empty.
"I'm so sorry for what she did." He broke the silence. "I'm so sorry for not listening to you."
"Hmm." She sounded, accepting his apology.
Well, it felt so good to accept an apology for what it is rather than just waving it off and giving it a label of "it's okay".
The room fell into deep silence again. An awkward one this time. Before Harry spoke again here. "So, am I invited to the wedding?"
Give him a break please. He's been suffering too!
Whilst he knew thay was probably not the right time to invite himself to her alleged wedding, he was just trying to snip the thread of awkwardness in the air which was coming to his throat.
"I'm, I'm not... getting married." She shrugged taking in a long break.
"What, what are these boxes for then? Thought you were going back..." He stopped there. He was falling straight into his typical behaviour with her, he knows he needs to earn for his apology to be truly accepted.
"Yeah. I am. I am going back." She admitted.
Well, she'll be back after her vacation is over, which is for less than a six week. But still she would be working from home back home. She just hadn't had the energy to unpack her clothes from the boxes, and her pots and pans were laying homeless all around the kitchen.
A part of her didn't wanted to tell Harry about it though. Not at least until he's all riled up in anxiousness and panicking.
Cruel. Yeah, she knew.
"What? Why?"
And like she expected he panicked, so she just shrugged.
"YN!" He sighed, "why? You said you're bever going back."
She was partially joking all the times she have told him that. YN decided to stay quiet again there.
"Okay." He nodded. "I'm really sorry. Really very sorry."
"I know."
"Okay." He nodded again, keeping his head down. "Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
"No."
"Okay." He sighed again.
"You know Harry?"
"What?" He lifted his head to look at her, found her getting comfy in her bed by the missing head board on her single bed.
"I'm so glad you came to terms with everything with Elodie and now you know why I'm no longer friends with her." She spoke, her voice was dry, nasally and hoarse from crying so much. "I've always had bad luck with friends I guess and I continue to do so. Thought you'd not be like everyone else. I was proven wrong the moment you told me you're seeing my best friend. Well, best friend back then. While all the time I have been very obvious about my own feelings towards you being more. Still, letting it go was the best thing I could do, but I'll admit it that I always felt happy each and every time you came to me and told me you're done with her. I'd gather up everything in me to finally, finally go upto you and tell you everything but I just couldn't. And it hurt so fucking much, hearing you be so freaking heartbroken pouring your heart out to me for you to just to get back with her. I'm do not want to sit here and hear another break down just for you to go and dump everything in gutter. And for you to tell me you reciprocated the same feelings for me. I can't bring myself to trust you on this."
Platonic heartbreaks hurt like a bitch if not more than a romantic break up. And YN couldn't bring herself to tell him everything just because Elodie qas once her friend. Doesn't matter they were no longer friends. It all went against her morals. And he never trusted her as a friend when she told him about his now-ex cheating on him shamelessly, without any remorse.
"I don't know if I just want to take your sorry and tell you it's okay, because it's not. To me it's not. It still hurts. I forgive you but it's not okay." She concluded her little confession. All Harry could do was sit there and process everything she said to him.
"I know. I know it's not okay, YN. I just... don't want to ruin it with you. I know I should have said that, not atleast now. But you're my best friend. My only best friend!" Now he could see his vision getting blurry with tears brimming up in his eyes, as he choked and stumbled on his words. "I swear I'll never talk about yet another break down of mine. I just don't want to loose you as a friend, YN. You're my rock!"
"Don't you think it's going be harder to stay friends after all of this?" YN asked. She felt a sting in her heart seeing his teary eyes. She barely falling for it though.
"And don't you think it's going to be better to be friends especially when we know how we feel about each other?" He counter questioned her, just to to get a dry and blunt answer from her.
"Nope." She shook her head, "I can't trust you or anyone for the matter of fact." And Harry's head dropped again as a few tears fell onto the fabric of his grey sweats on his thighs. "I need time."
"You promise we'll reconciliate?" He asked. "As only friends."
"I don't know."
"Please."
YN truly needed time to think about everything, get herself together. That's why she was going to take a break.
"I'm not going to promise anything to you, Harry. Really. I'm going back home for six weeks and we'll talk about it after—"
"Alright." He agreed in a heartbeat cutting YN midway.
"Alright."
"Can I hug you?"
"Mhmm." She agreed. Least to say he was just way too eager to hug her finally, nuzzled his face in her neck.
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N O T E :
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The debt
Summary: “Y/N’s brother owes Harry money. However, he is unable to pay the debt. So Harry decides to strike a deal that involves Y/N”
Tags: Dom!Mafia/Gang Harry x Innocent/Virgin Y/N
Note: Everything mentioned in this writing is consensual. Harry and Y/N both are 18+
Also, this writing has not been proofread so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes!
W.C: 1442
Y/N was in her pyjama set when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't really expecting anyone at 2pm on a sunday afternoon. She had just turned 18 last month and decided to move into her brother's flat. The best part was that the rent wasn't really high, she got her own, private room and also soon realised that her brother was rarely ever at home (god knows what kind of activities he is involved in). She had just completed her long college assignment and was planning on napping for a while. She made her way to the door to see who it was. She opened the door slightly, just enough to poke her head out to see who it was. The tall man with a chiselled face, toned body and long, brown locks reaching his shoulders, she gasped when he harshly pushed the door completely open.
“Hi, umm are you looking for someone?” Y/N squealed. “Ahh, didn't know he had just an innocent little pretty sister” the man murmured. “Where's your brother?” he asked in his deep voice. “How can his voice be so deep and rough and still be as smooth as honey?” She thought to herself. “Umm.. I am not sure he hasnt come home in two days” she replied. “Oh, is it? I want you to call him right fucking now and tell him to come home” he cocked slyly. She casually bent down to pick up her phone that was lying on the sofa, without realising how her short shorts hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass. He could feel his cock stir in his pants. There was something about her innocence that turned him on. She called her brother's number and asked him to come home. “He is coming home in 10 mins,” she answered shyly, unintentionally biting her lip (she did that when she was nervous). That lip bite made him go furreal, he wanted to bite that lip. Push her down and take her right on that sofa. Ruin her. Destroy her. Fuck her.
After 10 mins, y/b/n entered the house, not expecting to see Harry there. “H-hey, Harry. How are you? W-what are y-you doing here?” he asked with a blank expression. His face looked like he just saw a ghost. “Harry… what a sexy name” Y/N she thought to herself. “You motherfucker, cut the bullshit, you know exactly why I am here. To collect my money. It has been 6 months for fucks sake. I want my bloody money right fucking now or I will hesitate to show you who is in power here.” he roared with dominance. He slightly lifted his suit to show the gun that rested on his hip.
“H-harry you know how things have been for me, I don't have a penny to give you right now. I-I promise, I will pay you by the end of this month. Please,believe me.” “Over my dead fucking body will I give you more time. You've been saying the same thing to me for the past 4 months. Do you think I am stupid? Have you forgotten who I am? Do i need to remind you about who youre fucking talking to? I am the fucking drug kingpin of London, it wont take me a minute to kill you and throw your body in a place where no one will ever find it.” he smirked knowing the effect his loud and dominating voice has on people.
Y/N was terrified to say the least. “Why does her brother owe money to the fucking drug mafia leader? Will he actually kill my brother? No, I have to save him!” she thought to herself. She mustered up her strength and said, “N-no, please don't kill him. P-please.”
“Oh baby girl, I'm afraid I might have to if he doesn't pay up.” the mafia leader uttered.
“Y/N, go to your room. I can handle this myself, I don't want you to get involved,” y/b/n said.
“You know what I have a deal for you. I will forgive the loan. On one condition. You have to let me fuck your sweet little, innocent sister” harry said. “W-what. N-no. that's my sister dude” y/b/n said. “Im not your fucking dude. You have two options and they are in front of you.” Harry said while roughly squeezing y/b/n cheeks and jaws.
Y/N couldn't believe her ears and eyes at the moment. “He wanted to fuck me? I am a virgin. Do I really want to lose my virginity to this man? I mean no doubt he is fucking hotter than the devil but he was in the mafia for fucks sake.” These thoughts were spiralling in her brain.
“O-ok, I-I am ready. If that's what it takes to save my brother's life. I am ready” Y/N retorted.
“Y/N you don't have to do this. There are other ways” y/b/n said. “I don't think you have much of a choice right now anyways. I will be taking her to my mansion and she will be safely dropped back home once I'm done with her,” he smirked, winking at me. “I will go change and then we can leave” Y/N said as she walked her way to her room.
Y/N changed into my favourite white, bow dress pairing it up with stockings and boots. If im doing this might as well do it properly. Y/N looked in the mirror one last time before leaving my room and going towards Harry. “Ooh you've already got me so hard baby. You have no idea what you're in for. I hope you don't like this dress and stockings because they are going to be torn apart” he whispered in her ear. He held her arm and they left the flat.
They drove up to his humongous mansion. He took her to his bedroom. He swung the door open and pushed her on his bed. “I will make sure to pleasure you so much that there will be fat tears streaming down your eyes,” he said. He pushed Y/N on his bed and took both her legs in his left hand and with his right hand he tore open the flimsy stockings. “Spread your legs fo’ me” he commanded. As she spread her legs, he started licking long strips up her slit. “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he moaned and kept fucking her with his tongue while his fingers rub on her clit. “On your knees and hands, NOW!” he demanded. Y/N quickly was on all fours. “I will make sure this pussy remembers who fucked it so good. It was made fo’ me” He poked his tip on her entrance and slowly entered her weeping hole, inch by inch. “Please, do something it hurts” Y/N cried out. “Oh, yeah, then you're gonna live what I'm about to do next.” He pulled out completely. “Why did you pull-ohh,” Y/N moaned and he thrusted his 9-inch cock all at once. He started relentlessly pistoning his cock right in her virgin hole. He kept fucking her doggy-style.
He held you by your stomach and turned you on your back. His cock re-entered her pussy. “I love seeing your face when I enter you. You’re perfect. It's like you were made for me” he said as he kept thrusting in you. “Bloody hell, you have the perfect, perky tits” he said as he took your left nipple in his mouth and kept sucking on it like his life depended on it. He took your other nipple in his fingers and kept pinching and fondling them. “Im gonna cum, oh god” she said as his movements became faster, wanting her to cum first. He saw her eyes roll at the back of her head as her fingers grasp the expensive, velvet sheets and a moan erupts from the depth of her throat as she feels the euphoric high. After she rides her high, Harry cums deep inside her, coating her insides white with his milky cum. He has never cum this much. He slowly pulls out and falls on top of her, his head hidden in the crook of her neck.
His thick cum oozing out of her glistening pussy. He feels himself harden again at the site of his cum flowing out her pussy.
“Are we done?” Y/N asks shyly. “Oh baby, this is just the start of the night, you have no idea of what you're in for” he says as he slowly enters her pussy once again.
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Potions Partner (Part eight)
pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader
Word count: 2097
Warnings: sadness, Draco being emo?
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Part 9
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When the date ended, she thought that it had gone incredibly. She wasn’t able to wipe off that stupid grin off her face, even Harry asked about it. The only time that day that she wasn’t smiling was when Katie got hexed, but even after that, she was still grinning like an idiot.
The next day, she had potions, and she doesn’t think that she’s ever been this excited about a potions lesson before. Draco was sitting at the back of the class, just like last time. She had to physically restrain herself from smiling when she saw him, not wanting to arouse any suspicions.
She went and sat beside him and just like last time, he didn’t acknowledge her existence. She brought out her books, and started to pay attention to the lesson. Slughorn soon gave them a break, and only then did she notice that he didn’t hold her hand.
She thought he must’ve forgotten, and so, she mustered up all her Gryffindor courage and reached for his hand. Their fingers brushed and just as she’s about to lock their fingers, he pulls his hand away. Both her face and heart sank, and she quickly retracted her hand, hurt and embarrassed.
She didn’t look at him for the rest of the lesson, and when the bell rang, he didn’t waste a single second in packing his things before leaving.
The rest of the week went along like that. She’d try to talk to him in potions or catch his eye across the Great Hall, but she never succeeded. She started to think that the date didn’t go as well as she thought, and that was the reason why he didn’t want to be her boyfriend anymore. The thought shouldn’t have hurt her as much as it did.
That night, she decided to take matters into her own hands and take action. She took her red stone out of her bag, and when dinner ended, she tapped it three times. She was transported to Draco’s room. When her feet landed on the ground, he was startled up from his couch.
“If you don’t want to be my boyfriend anymore, you can just say that. You didn’t have to ignore me for a whole week.” She said with her hands balled up into fists. He frowns and asks, “Why would I not want to be your boyfriend?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.” She replies, and folds her arms over her chest. A guilty look takes over his face, he begins, “I’m sorry, you’re right…” never in her life did she ever think that she would hear Draco Malfoy say those words, he continues, “This year…has been less than optimal to say the least. I know it’s not an excuse for being a shitty boyfriend, but I- I didn’t know what to do, and I’d hate to bring you down with me-”
He cuts himself off when he’s brought into a big hug. She slings her arms around his neck. He’s unsure of what to do for a second, then he decides to wrap his arms around her waist. She whispers, “You’re not going to bring me down, and I’d like to know if something is bothering you, maybe I could help. I know that this is my first time, but I’m pretty sure that it’s my job as your girlfriend to care, and fortunately for you, I do…care that is.”
His eyes had started to water in the middle of her speech, but he blinked them away. He pulled her, if possible, closer. He held her and rested his head on her shoulder, in the crook of her neck. He pressed tiny kisses there, in appreciation, he was never good with words, so he settled for that instead. Hopefully, she’ll understand.
She brings her fingers to play with the small hairs at the back of his neck, and he finds out that she does understand. If he was ever asked in the future when was the exact moment when he fell in love, he’d tell them this one. It was rare when a person cared about him beyond his duties and name, he appreciated that she cared despite all those things, and he was even more grateful that it was her who cared.
He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She cared for him, and he was supposed to use her for information. He pulls away, and she asks, concerned, “What is it?” He thinks that she can’t possibly get anymore lovely. “I wish I could tell you, but I can’t.”
She nods understandingly and doesn’t pressure him to tell her. She immediately proves him wrong, she can get more lovely. She cups his face, and asks, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Just keep being the wonderful girlfriend that you are.” He says with a wide smile. She blushes and he leans in to press a kiss on her cheek. He kisses her and she sighs, contently as soon as their lips touch. It’s been too long since they last kissed. She smiles against his lips, the familiar feeling already making her feel ecstatic.
“What?” he asks, after feeling her smile against his lips. She shakes her head, “I’ve missed this, it’s been too long.”
She expected him to smile or kiss her again, but instead he frowned. “I really am sorry. I’ll make it up to you. We’ll have a date at the astronomy tower this Friday at midnight. Does that sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” She replies and she kisses him. He bites her lower lip, and sucks on it, making her let out a sigh. He licks her lips, and she opens her mouth, allowing him to enter her mouth. He starts to explore her mouth with his tongue.
He lets his hands trail down to her hips and her body tingles. He pulls her by her hips, and continues to kiss her. His left hand moves to her face, and when she starts to feel lightheaded, she pulls away to take a breath. He whispers, “Stay the night.”
Her eyes snap open and they’re wide. Her whole body becomes as stiff as a rock, and she asks, breathless, and shaky, “What?”
He looks at her and brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, “We won’t do anything. It’s past curfew, I wouldn’t want you to get detention, especially if it's without me.”
“Okay then.” She says, and she relaxes back into his touch. He rubs circles onto her hips, and he asks, “When’s your first class tomorrow?”
“Eight.” She replies, and he says, “You should probably get to bed to get all your eight hours.” She blushes at how much he cares, and she nods her head. He presses a kiss to her forehead then says, “I’ll get you something to wear.”
He goes to his closet and brings out a pair of pyjamas that will be too big and long for her to wear. He hands them to her then he goes to the bathroom. He stays in there for a while, and she hears a lot of shuffling then he comes out with a red toothbrush in his hand. He handed it to her and said, “You can use this to brush your teeth. I turned it red, so you’ll use it.”
She smiles, presses a kiss to his cheek, and enters the bathroom. She changes out of her uniform and wears Draco’s pyjamas. They smell just like him. As predicted they were way too big for her, so she tightened the draw strings, and cuffed the pants and sleeves.
When she leaves the bathroom, Draco’s already changed into a pair of pyjamas himself. She walks out with her uniform folded in her hands, and he says, “You can put it in there, I emptied it for you.”
“You have a drawer for me?” She asks with a wide smile on her face. He blushes, Draco Malfoy blushes, and says, “well, I- you’ll need to put your clothes somewhere, it’s only logical. There’s also another empty drawer in the bathroom for you. You can bring some of your stuff there, just in case this happens again…or something.”
She puts her uniform in the spacious drawer, and walks to him. She presses a kiss to his cheek, and says, “you’re most definitely the sweetest person I've ever met.”
He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, “You can get to sleep, I’ll just brush my teeth and be out.” She nods her head, and he enters the bathroom. She resists the urge to giggle at how exciting this was, he cleared out space for her, and he’s planning out more dates for them. She couldn’t believe that he was actually the best boyfriend possible.
She goes to his large king sized bed, and she lifts the emerald covers and goes under them. She rests her head on her pillow, and all she can smell is him. She’s never been more comfortable in her life. She shuffles to get into a better position, and she waits for Draco.
She hears the bathroom door open, but Draco doesn’t come near the bed. She waits a few seconds before lifting her head up to look at him. He was unfolding a blanket over the sofa. “Hey! What’re you doing over there?”
“I’m going to sleep here.” Draco explains, plainly. “No, you’re not. Come to bed!” She shouts at him, and he asks, “Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”
“Yes, now get your ass into bed, I’m tired!” She groans then leans back on the pillows grabbing one and hugging it. A few seconds later she feels the bed shift under his weight. She opens her eyes, and he’s lying down on the bed, facing her. She says, “Hi.”
“Hi, my love.” Draco says and she can’t help but blush. She wondered if she was ever not going to be flustered when he was affectionate with her. She shifted closer to him, and he asked, “Are you sure you’re alright with this?”
“Of course, I feel comfortable around you.” She says with a slight tint in her cheeks. She doesn’t comprehend the expression on his face, but she bites her lip, thinking. After a few seconds, she asks, “Does it bother you?”
“Does what bother me?” He counters, and he lifts his hand to push a stray hair away from her face. He plays with it as she talks, “That we’re not- that I’m not…that we’re not, you know.”
“Are you talking about sex?” he asks, plainly, and her face turns a deep red. She hides her face behind the pillow that she’s hugging and she lets out a groan, and says, “You can’t just say it like that!”
“You’re adorable.” He chuckles at how flustered she is, and he lifts his head, so he can see her face even from behind the pillow. “And to answer your question, no, I’m not. I don’t mind, take as long as you need to feel alright with it.”
“You’ve probably- you know, with a lot of girls, don’t you want to do it, now.” She says, feeling insecure about her boyfriend’s ex girlfriends. She remembers how last year, he’d practically had a new girl on his arm every week. He answers, “I do want to do it eventually, but I would never want to pressure you. I can wait as long as you’d need me to.”
“Thank you.” She whispers, and she leans over the pillow to give him a peck on his lips. He sets his head back on the pillow, and she shuffles into a more comfortable position. He tries to look at her, and finds that there’s a pillow blocking his view of her. He asks, “Is there a reason why there’s a pillow wall between us?”
“I can’t sleep without hugging something.” She explains, and he smirks, he takes the pillow from out of her grasp and throws it behind him. He moves closer to her and lets her rest on his chest. “Well, now that something is someone.”
“See, who’s better?” He asks, after a few seconds of her shifting on his chest, moving around a lot, then wrapping her arms around him and relaxing. She looks up at him and says, “The pillow, it’s more squishy.”
“It’s called having muscles” He replies, offended. He presses one final kiss to her head before saying, “You’re going to have to learn how to sleep with the muscles because I'm not letting you go any time soon.”
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Prompt: Sirius & Harry, stray cat
ok, so this was supposed to be for my bday but it ended up a Halloween treat 🍬🍭🍫
I got distracted and forgot to insert the cat in it that much 😭 Also Sirius is alive cause I said so 😤
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"Did you know that your parents owned a cat?"
Harry didn't look up from his bowl of steaming soup but a listless shrug was his silent response. His hold tightened on the expensive silver spoon, yet another reminder that despite a clear name, his godfather and him were still living in 12 Grimmauld Place. He didn't really understand why they were not moving out, but then again these days his mind was pleasantly numb. After all said and done and Voldemort gone, the radio silence in his brain was a blessing.
He was so tired. The countless fights and painful losses had caused an emotional collapse in him. He had not joined the victory celebrations. He had sneaked out of the parties he was invited to. He had locked himself in his room, seeking comfort that he hadn't found since Halloween 1981. Still, there was nothing but a vast void, a place that should have been occupied by Lily and James Potter who were buried under the cold ground despite everything.
What a useless triumph, just a tragic success.
It was Halloween night again.
"They had one. She was a stray. You hated her because she kept stealing my attention."
Harry could imagine. He could see a picture perfect of a small happy family, a cat purring on his godfather's lap while he was pouting in his mom's arms, seeking attention and his dad's boisterous laughter. He smiled softly at that.
A warm hand cupped his cold face and caressed away a single tear drop he hadn't realised had fallen on his pale cheek. He was falling apart without even realising.
"Hush."
"It's Halloween," replied Harry, as if it was self-explanatory and it was.
"And that means trick or treat," Sirius barked a laugh despite his wet eyes.
Harry eyed him warily. "Is my treat a cat?" He tried to offer a wobbly smile.
"Maybe," teased Sirius and pushed a magical photo towards him gingerly.
Harry frowned at the photo, a punch of a bizarre melancholy knocking the air out of his lungs. It was a small cottage in a small garden filled with sunflowers. The scenery was familiar and after a second Harry realised he was looking at the Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow.
Sirius softly tapped on the photo with his wand. The setting changed. Now Harry was looking at the inside of the cottage. There was a small kitchen and a cosy living room, filled with crimson cushions. There was a mantelpiece with pictures on top, of his parents' first dance on their wedding day, of his father and godfather laughing together, of his mom embracing him while his dad and Sirius were cooing at him.
It was a beautiful mirage of what could have been.
"Your parents' cottage looked like this, Harry," said Sirius tentatively. "I have been absent from your life when I should have been present and for that I am sorry."
Harry grunted in disagreement and Sirius hummed. "I have promised a home to you, remember? I am a man of my word," he said, his voice hushed and concentrated.
"We are going to move there soon. It's your home. It's where James and Lily are going to receive you for their happy memories linger there."
Harry blinked and blinked and blinked. Home…he was going home to his parents. Not under piles of soil but to a warm loving household. So, he did the only thing he longed to do all this time. He wailed, loud and shameless before throwing himself into Sirius' arms.
Sirius ran his fingers through Harry's messy hair soothingly but made no effort to stop his sobs. "Let it all out," he whispered and Harry did, as the old wound bled and bled until there was nothing left to bleed.
"Home is with you, Sirius," he murmured into his godfather's chest. "home is with you and the happiness your presence brings me."
"Home is the peace you blessed our souls with. Thank you for taking care of our son in our place. Be happy and live a long life, until we meet again."
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As our eyes met
Enid Sinclair x fem!reader
Can be read as gn!reader
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Y/N's dorm room window was right across her best friend Enid's balcony, every night they always waited for one another to show up, not having any time in the day to talk to each other they always looked forward to the night, where they talked for hours on end before finally going to bed.
You rushed back to your room after fencing one night, excited to see Enid as usual. Looking forward to what she had to tell you about her day this time, always loving the way she looked as she ranted about all the gossip about the other students.
You reached your room panting slightly, sweat beading on your forehead. You went into your bathroom changing into your pj's before walking over to your window to open. "Enidddd!" You called careful to not make too much noise. You got no response, you didn't even see her, confused you texted her to ask if she was busy, over twenty minutes later you gave up and walked away from your window deciding to go watch a movie instead, just as you got comfortable under your blanket someone knocked on your door, you let out an annoyed sigh rolling your eyes. "Cominggg, wait a second, jeez" you said as the person on the other side of the door continued to knock.
Putting on your slippers you walked over turning the doorknob just to be met with Enid's grinning face "howdy bestie" she squealed "hi Enid, what are you doing here? It's past curfew I don't think it's such a good idea for you to be out rn, you didn't forget one of your nail polishes here again right?" You smiled happy to see Enid. "No no no nothing like that, just come with me, I have to show you something!" You followed her to the dorm a little worried that it might have happened something to Thing or Wednesday but once you got into the room nothing looked unusual. "Come on, it's out on the balcony" Enid continued opening the small door leading outside, you stepped out after her immediately spotting the pretty blanketfort filled with blankets and snacks. "... I was thinking maybe we could hang out there tonight, continuing to watch Gilmore Girls and eating all your favorite snacks" Enid said suddenly acting all shy using her fingers to push the light blue lock of hair behind her ear. "This is fantastic Enid why'd you decide to suddenly do this, it isn't your birthday right??" you said going from joyus to anxious in a millisecond. "No silly, you're my best friend and I just wanted to do something nice for you" Enid said smirking, the smirk making your stomach flutter. "Ok then, come on" you smiled crouching down and crawling into the cozy place, the space smelling like Enid's cotton candy perfume, Enid crawling in after getting her laptop to set up Gilmore Girls.
After a few episodes you had felt yourself leaning in closer to Enid every now and then your excuse always being that you were reaching for some candy.
You were starting to get tired when you felt Enid pushing your head down gently so you could lay down in her lap, you looked up at her smiling softly, loving how gentle she was with you, you started thinking of every time you had hung out and how close you had gotten over the years when you realized... She wasn't just a friend to you was she? You then thought of her always clinging onto your arm on the way to classes or the time you caught her checking you out when you had borrowed one of her bright pink sweatshirts after you had spilled cool aid on your T-shirt, or the time you had fell asleep in each other's arms after crying about Dobby's death in Harry Potter.
You looked up at her, finding it cute when she scrunched her nose at something Rory said, you reached your hand up, brushing it against the soft skin on her cheek, she looked down with a questioning stare, blushing. Then you grabbed ahold of the back of the neck and gently pushed her head down until your lips met in a kiss, it only lasted for a couple of seconds before you pulled away, Enid's face blushing like mad. "I want to be more than friends Enid, if that's alright with you" you whispered. "Of course it's alright with me silly, I've been wanting this for agesss" she said before her gaze turned upwards again, looking like she thought of something.
"OH MY GOD I CAN FINALLY TALK TO MY FOLLOWERS ABOUT HOW YOU'RE ALL MINE"
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allie i've been trying to gather the courage to reread close behind honestly ever since i first read it in march last year but i've been too. emotionally distraught to actually do so but! i've literally thought about it probably twice each week. and now i'm finally actually almost over my ex so i should just bite the bullet but im SCARED bc the last time i cried for 5 hours
like i literally remember 2 am on a weekday in literally -2 C weather and i sat on my balcony, wrapped in a blanket, chain smoking and reading at the same time, tears streaming down my face. all this to say i long for that catharsis but i'm. scared
omg. anon!! first of all it's probably weird how happy this kind of message makes me lol, like yay, i left you emotionally ravaged!!! mission accomplished!!
second of all: just remember the happy ending! read the last chapter first, and keep it in your mind as you read the rest!! think about everything that could come after it, too, like:
harry and draco's first awkward af date in hogsmeade. ron, daphne, their kids, and scorpius all follow them in various disguises courtesy of george and they are very obvious but harry and draco are too into each other to notice.
draco never wears black again. for every date with harry, he wears a different set of brightly-colored, over-the-top robes.
he steals harry's colorful fair isle sweaters all the time, too.
oh and he gets a weasley sweater like, day one of his renewed relationship with harry. molly had actually been knitting him a bunch over the years but held them back because she didn't want to make things weird or upset harry, so there's a backlog to get through. some have a little dragon stitched on them and ron is super jealous.
their first holiday at the burrow? emotional, life-changing, beautiful, cathartic. harry weeps at least five times. ginny punches him for old time's sake.
speaking of, headmaster harry who holds regular office hours for all hogwarts students in case they ever need to talk to him about something. even if they just want to talk about socks.
(headmaster harry who gets all embarrassed whenever anyone calls him "the youngest hogwarts headmaster in a century")
terrifying new DADA professor hermione granger, who is distressingly unpopular amongst the students because they're all too intimidated by her and it takes her a while to learn how to deal with kids.
until she skips out on a hogsmeade weekend to scandalously elope with a much younger former department of mysteries intern and then she's just incredibly cool to them.
and listen. scorpius locks himself in his room when he finds out about harry and draco's past. he asks draco if he'd ever loved astoria and makes draco cry. draco teaches him that the heart is a universe and he doesn't have any regrets and a wonderful future doesn't invalidate a past he was truly happy in.
and then!! there's stepdad harry. my favorite thing. scorpius asks harry how he knew he was gay. harry gives scorpius the invisibility cloak and asks him to help perfect his disillusionment charm in return. scorpius asks harry to rig the house cup for slytherin as his birthday gift. harry refuses, even though draco thinks it's only fair.
harry and draco date, get engaged, get married in their 40s. they go back and forth between hogwarts and the hogsmeade cottage (which includes ron and daphne's fam like 70% of the time too; harry loves summers spent as part of the extended weasley-greengrass-malfoy-potter family). draco eventually retires from curse-breaking and becomes a nepo hire charms professor after scorpius graduates.
they really do live happily ever after, after all that. promise. 😌
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The Wolf in My Head -Klaus M.
(Harry Potter Cross-Over)
Warning: Smut and Primal Play (Chasing)
Word Count: 6.8k
Summary: After the war, the battle at Hogwarts, the hunting Horcrux's and watching people she considered friends die, Y/n was ready to find a little peace in her life. She moves to America after some...advice...from a Professor, where she meets her mate, after a little bump in the road known as Damon Salvatore. What happens when Y/n gets a visit from someone she never thought would get out of Azkaban? Can her mate save her?
"This is getting ridiculous Damon, I'm your girlfriend! The least you can do is talk to me!" I shouted at him in the middle of his living room.
"I've been trying to save Elena, like I have to go do right now, Klaus has her and is using her in his ritual!"
"Then tell me that, talk to me, don't ignore my calls for a week and pretend I don't exist! You think I would have a problem with you helping Elena?"
"Yes!" I could see him getting more and more angry but it was like I couldn't stop yelling at him, he's been ignoring me for a week, and now it's as if we're not even together anymore. We were closer than anything since he first moved to town and now it's like it's all over. I had half a mind to hex him into next week. I was a witch, though he wouldn't know that, I never trusted him enough to tell him, thank god I didn't, and even though around here being a witch is common, not a wand wielding one who attended Hogwarts for 7 years. I had just come back from my last year and the war when I met Damon, and fell in love with him, or at least, I thought I did.
"Why? Why would that bother me? She's my friend!"
"Because I'm In Love With Her!" He yelled and we both froze.
"You...You love her?"
"Y/n, wait-"
"Elena? Your brothers girlfriend? So what? You used me? I was just some fuck until you could be with her?" He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to, I knew the answer when I looked into his eyes. I turned away from him before taking off out the door into the woods. I was going to run back home, but somewhere in my downpour of tears, I lost where I was and just ended up sitting down. Probably not the smartest thing to do in the middle of the night on a full moon, but I honestly didn't care anymore. After everything that had happened in my life, I really thought it was going to get better...being friends with The Chosen One wasn't easy, a new fight for our lives every year, but with Harry, Ron and Hermione, I never minded. Once the war was over, I ended up sitting with Professor Trelawney who had been injured, I had just brought her something to eat when she went rigid. 'He will find you.' If that being the first thing out of her mouth didn't scare me to high hell I didn't know what would. 'After centuries of searching, centuries of pain, he will find his love in you. You will be the reason his cold, undead heart beats again.' Her voice was distorted, almost growling but not completely which made her choke when she finally stopped, looking at me confused. 'I'm sorry dear girl, have you been speaking?' I left after that, moving to America, needing an change and knowing it's where most vampires chose to reside, my friends supporting me completely and agreeing that ‘centuries’ had to mean a vampire. She gave me hope back in an aspect of my life I thought was never possible, thinking I was going to die fighting death eaters one day made a love life through the last few years seem pointless, but she gave me hope, even if he was a vampire as it seemed...I should have known she was wrong,she always was...right?
I don't know how long I sat there and cried, a few minutes, or hours, I couldn't even tell, but at some point I found myself falling asleep against a tree, just as I was drifting off I heard a voice that snapped me awake again. "Niklaus! Stop! Y/n? Is that you child?" I looked up to see Elijah standing above me, before locking eyes with a wolf flanking him. He made this adorable whining sound when he looked at me and before I knew it he was covering my face with sloppy wet kisses.
"Hey, hey! Dog slobber! Stop!" I laughed and he whined, laying on my lap, looking up at me.
"That's...strange." Elijah spoke and I was confused but shrugged it off, trying to get up, before I quickly realized this wolf wasn't going to move.
"Help?"
"Niklaus, let the lady up. What are you doing out here? It's not safe at night, you should go inside." He instructed as Klaus huffed, standing up and making sure not to step on my legs, sitting beside me, breathing hot dog breath on my face instead.
"I would, but I'm kind of-" I cut myself off as I looked up and saw my house right through a few trees. "That's my house...I got lost outside my house...I am the definition of pathetic." I sighed before walking off, only to be followed by wolf!Klaus. "What is he doing?"
"Following you. I believe my brother has imprinted on you. It's something he was incapable of doing until tonight. Basically you're his-"
"Mate." I cut him off, stunned. "Now's not a great time for this okay, so take him, and get back to whatever you were doing before. I broke up with my boyfriend like 2 hours ago, I don't need a mate right now." I heard a loud whine from beside me but ignored it. "Besides, he's a wolf right now, he won't remember this later right? Just don't tell him, I'll make sure he never sees me again." I didn't give Elijah the chance to respond before I walked through my back yard, into my house and collapsed in bed as soon as I entered my room.
The next day I found myself curled up under a blanket on my couch, watching old movies and eating ice cream. I had been doing this since I woke up. Somewhere around noon, as I was getting a new tub of ice cream, and refilling my soda I heard my door bell and walked to the front door. I opened it to find a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped box of chocolate on my porch. I was about to toss them away, assuming they were from Damon before reading the note. 'I could never forget you. My love is forever yours. -NM'
NM? Oh my god. How could Klaus have remembered last night? I thought werewolves never did! Maybe him being a hybrid made it different...damn.
I grabbed a vase and my wand before putting the roses into it. "Aguamenti." I said, filling the vase slightly and placing the flowers on my living room table, before going back to my movie. I decided half way through my movie I probably needed actual food at some point today, so I through on an outfit and walked over to the grill, ignoring the Daily Prophet sitting on my table reading 'Escaped Death Eaters Found Hiding in America'. Maybe if I had read it, it would have saved me a lot of problems. I ordered quickly to go and sat at the bar drinking, waiting for it, rolling my eyes as I heard someone sit beside me a few moments later. "I'm not in the mood." I hissed.
"Sorry love, just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Klaus." I looked up from my drink quickly, looking into the face of the hybrid himself.
"Damn, why do you have to be attractive?" I groaned, dropping my head on the bar and he chuckled, rubbing my back.
"I'm pleased you like what you see love."
"What do you want from me? Huh? 'Cause frankly, I'm getting tired of guys pretending to be in love with me, so whatever you want, get it over with."
He looked stunned, and slightly hurt at my words. "I don't want anything more or less than you Y/n, and I will wait as long as I have to. You are my imprint, my mate, and I truly do love you, but if you tell me who hurt you I would be more than happy to kill them." I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as he said this, I then grabbed my food and began walking out. "Are you planning on pretending nothing happened?"
"Yep." I said, yet he continued following me.
"I will live in agony every day, a werewolf without his mate may as well be dead." My mind froze upon hearing this, seeing faces in my mind, flashing back to a time I would rather not relive...the war...the moment I killed Fenrir Greyback's mate...the moment I killed Lavender Brown...I could still hear his horror filled screaming in my dreams, but he had turned her and convinced her to join Voldemort, she came at me...what else could I do?
"I know...I really do, but trust me when I say that's so much better than being mated to me." And I truly believed it was.
"No, I don't believe you, stop walking!" He demanded and I listened, hating myself and the pull he had over me. "So this isn't about you being mated to me, this is about you having terrible self-esteem?" I glared venomously at him, before turning and continuing up my street and onto my porch. "That came out wrong, but still! There's nothing wrong with you love, please listen to me?" I then found myself spun around and a pair of soft lips against my own. I dropped the bag I was holding in order to wrap my arms around his neck, feeling my hips meet his as he held my waist to him tightly. I was in the middle of the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced, but unfortunately...I need air. I pulled away, breathing deeply, smiling as he nuzzled his face into my neck. "Please don't give this up?" He pleaded and I sighed, kissing him again.
"Fine, if not just because that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life." I laughed, watching his face light up.
"Come on, I'm taking you to dinner." I rolled my eyes, inviting him in and getting ready for a date with my...mate...wow, that's weird to say. He took me to a cute little diner and we spent the evening getting to know each other. "I want to thank you for giving me a chance, but im confused as to why you didnt want to. I assumed it was because of who I am but that’s not it, so why? Don't you feel the mating pull too?" I nodded and I honestly did, my chest had felt tight since I left him and Elijah the night before but since seeing him again it had stopped, not only that but every time he smiled at me my heart fluttered. "Then why did you want to deny this? It's clear from how you speak that the problem isnt me...why do you think you don't deserve to be loved?" He saw right through me and I cursed the mating bond for that.
"Its kind of a long story...you need to understand I'm trusting you with my biggest secret." He nodded, leaning forward slightly as I pulled my wand from my boot and his eyes went wide.
"Youre a wand wielder?! That was completely unexpected. Though it doesnt answer my question." I shrugged.
"You heard about the recent war in the wizarding world?" He shook his head, it's shocking that people can be completely ignorant of it. "A dark lord rose to power many years ago and was killed by a baby. A boy named Harry Potter. He murdered Harrys parents when he was 1 because of a prophesy saying Harry would kill him basically. His mother saved him, sacraficed herself, and in that moment when Voldemort tried to kill him the curse rebounded, killing Voldemort. Though he had a safety net. He created Horcruxs." I smiled at the look on my mates face when he didnt understand. He paid, despite my insistence to pay for myself and walked from the restaurant holding my hand before getting into his car. "A Horcrux is an object in which one conceals a part of their soul, making them unable to die. Voldemort had 7. Its a truly horrible, dark form of magic, but thats how he came back. One of his servants, they were called Death Eaters, brought him back and he tried taking control of our world. Harry stopped him. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I searched for months, tracking the Horcruxs, before destroying him. He died at our school, where the final battle took place, it was a blood bath, so many dead, and for what? Just because some crazy man wanted to rule the world..." At this point Klaus had driven me home and was helping me from the car but he never once stopped listening to me. "Ive done some truely horrible things, and I dont deserve a mate Klaus. You deserve someone so much better."
"What did you do thats worse than all the things I've done." I cringed, feeling as if someone was squeezing my heart as I thought about someone killing Klaus and leaving me alive. We haven't known each other a day and I already feel like this. No one deserves this...not even someone like Fenrir Greyback. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly to my body.
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
"Y/n, I-"
"Not right now okay? Im not able to talk about it yet. Please respect that?" He nodded, pulling back from the hug and making me look at him.
"Of course, I won’t ask again, as long as you promise to give us a chance." I knew I couldn’t say no to him, no matter how hard I tried to.
"Okay...you'll just have to put up with my moments of self doubt." I agreed, making the biggest smile appear on his face.
"I love everything about you, and nothing will ever change that." God, I hope thats true.
Nik and I spent nearly everyday together now that I agreed to give him a chance. He went away periodically, changing his hybrids now that I helped him fix the problem with them, figuring out how to make it so he no longer needed Elena's blood, and I found myself feeling more and more lonely each time he was gone, the bond growing the more time we spent together.
I was currently in my kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of us, knowing he would be back any minute, when there was a knock on the door. I was confused as he never knocks, but I put the knife down as I walked to the door. "Did you forget your key again babe? I keep telling you to-" I was cut off by a fist in my nose just as the door swung open. I opened one eye as I tried to get up from the floor, seeing my worst nightmare staring me in the face. "Greyback..."
"Witch. Lovely to see you again. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time." He growled, casting a spell and covering me in chains, making me unable to reach for my wand. "Today is the day I will finally have my revenge, but I promise not to do this too quickly, we want it to hurt now don't we?" I shook my head as he walked passed me and into the kitchen, coming back with my knife. "A year I've been without her. A year of constant torture and agony. You deserve so much worse than I can give you, but i will try none the less." I hissed as the blade dug into my collarbone, sliding all the way down to just above my nipple, making him laugh as the blood began soaking my shirt, before sliding it across my cheek next.
"The Lavender I knew would have rather been dead than be what you made her!" I knew it was true, and I think on some level so did he as he snarled, pulling my hair back and sinking his fangs into the back of my neck where it quickly began burning much stronger than any of the cuts on my body. He brought the knife back to my skin next and this went on for a few moments, another cut on my stomach, across my hips and one down my left thigh before anything happened. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye as my boyfriend arrived at the still fully open front door, staring for a moment before punching the wolf in the back of the head, knocking him out. He was about to finish him off before I spoke.
"Nik! Get these off of me! Hurry!" I insisted, trying to ignore the pain in my neck and he broke the chains before biting into his hand and giving me his blood. I felt the gashes in my skin close quickly, even the bite, though it still burned slightly before I jumped up, grabbing my wand and pushing him to the door.
"Wait, where are we going?"
"To call the aurors, to send him back to prison."
"Why dont you just let me kill him?"
"Because he's an Azkaban prisoner, and I have to follow wizarding laws, which means sending him back." I was about to cast a patronus when i felt a curse him me full force in the chest, knocking me backwards.
"I wont go back to Azkaban. The only reason I'm still alive is so that I can kill you Witch, then I will slip into peaceful oblivion and join my mate once again."
"I get wanting to be with your mate, but thats no reason to try and take mine with you!" Klaus growled at him as I sat up from the grass. Fenrir stared at him, stunned, before looking back at me and laughing out loud.
"She’s your mate? My condolences. It must be terrible having to live with a mate who gets her jollys murdering others mates!" I stood, feeling Klaus' eyes on me.
"What is he talking about?"
"You didn’t tell him?" Fenrir cackled. "She killed my Lavender, murdered her right in front of me and didnt even have the decency to kill me aswell."
"If you remember, I tried to, you ran off." He snarled, pointing his wand at me but I disarmed him quickly.
"You killed his mate?" Klaus was looking at me as if he couldnt believe what he was hearing.
"It wasnt as straight forward as that, but I did tell you I wouldnt make a good mate. You are right though, I should have made sure to kill you after killing your mate. Avada Kadavra!" I exclaimed, watching him fall to the ground as a green light hit him. I then spelled his body away knowing someone somewhere would find it and alert the aurors, but it wasn't about to be me. I then picked up the long silver lined wand he had left behind and tucked it into my boot along with mine until I could put it in my trunk.
"Can you explain what the fuck is happening now?" I sighed, nodding, feeling myself lifted before being carried upstairs. I washed the blood off of myself quickly in the shower, taking special care of the bite which had healed as much as it was going to and left a scab to scar over, which was something not even Nik's blood can heal, before changing and going back downstairs. "Talk to me love."
"She was my friend." He looked at me confused. "His mate. Lavender. She was sweet, and loving, and naive. She didnt know anything about werewolves really, but she couldn’t deny the bond she felt. She had always wanted someone to love her, a month before she had her first real heart break when my friend Ron dumped her, and she did everything he wanted from the moment she met him. She became a Death Eater, killed innocent muggles, and helped him attack Hogwarts in the war. He destroyed everything that was Lavender Brown the day he met her. She came at me and I killed her, like she would have me. I would have killed him as well but he ran away. I told you, i don’t deserve a mate, let alone one like you."
"Y/n, look at me." I sighed, doing as he asked and feeling his hands on my face. "It was not your fault. There's a lot to say for the power an Alpha can have over his mate, and he definitely was an Alpha, especially if she's a wolf too...was she?" I nodded.
"He turned her." The look of utter confusion on his face would have been adorable if it weren't such a serious moment. "Lycanthropy is real, it's a disease humans can contract that turns them into a 'werewolf'. Not completely wolf like, you look exactly like a wolf. They look almost human like still, can walk on two legs...fucking scary as hell."
"No more werewolves here, anyone with that disgusting disease shows up here again and I'll kill them." I knew it was already too late for that, just because he wasn't a wolf at that moment, doesn't mean his bite won't effect me, Ron's brother suffered wolf like symptoms upon his run in with Greyback and that was further from the full moon. I wouldn't turn, and I knew that, but I also knew whatever was going to be different, wasn't something I would be able to hide from a werewolf, let alone my mate. "Seeing you at the mercy of another Alpha did something to me Y/n, something instinctual that I didn't know I had. I need you love, Now." His voice changed as he said the last word and I felt a chill straight down my spine, my need for him rising to a strange new height. We had only been dating for a month and a half and only began being intimate about 2 weeks ago, both of us wanting our relationship to be about more than just our physical attraction, which we most definitely had. But now, as he sat before me, hands now on my thighs and eyes staring into mine intensely, I grew wet, smelling something delicious. It didn't take me but a moment to figure out it was him that I was smelling when something inside of me snapped and I lunged forward, pinning him to the couch and grinding against his hard length. He took pause as I did this, clearly shocked as I had never been very forward in sexual situations, and seemed to be racking his brain for the answer when I saw his nostrils flair once, twice, three times and he growled. My brain was becoming fuzzy, my bite burning like crazy, and I had an inkling of what was going on.
I had become good friends with Fleur after she married Ron's brother Bill, and we had talked several times about his effects after his run in with Greyback. He obviously doesn't change on the full moon but he has wolf-like characteristics since he was bitten 2 weeks before the full moon, one of which seems to be an instinctual need for your mate that can occasionally dominate your thought process. The way he explained it to her was his brain gets foggy and he can't think straight, his body almost completely taking over the...situation, leaving him with an animalistic need to fuck her. She likes it, which is why Bill has no problem with it, but I knew I had to stop.
"Y/n...why do you smell like that?" I knew in that moment he caught another Alphas scent on me and he didn't like it at all, the shower should have washed his scent off me and since it didn't...he had figured it out, I knew he had. He pushed me to the other side of the couch, now on top of me with his hand around my neck. I hissed as the tip of his finger brushed against my scabbed over skin and he turned me quickly so he could see it, snarling in a way I had never before heard. As he did that I felt myself become even more wet and knew I needed this to stop, mustering up all my strength to shove him off of me. Unfortunately I had a lot more strength now than I did an hour ago and he was shoved off of me, and across the room.
"Nik...I'm scared." I told him when he jumped up, snarling again and it seemed to give him pause. "Why is this happening?"
I could see him working to calm himself down and somewhere deep down I was touched that he was fighting his dominant instincts so he could help me with my fear. "You were turned by another wolf...I don't know much about his kind, but as my mate, you want me to mark you...you need it...crave it...your body is responding to my need as well...I need to show you who you belong to now that you smell like him. Have I ever given you reason to fear me?" I shook my head as he stepped closer and my brain grew foggier as his scent overtook me once again. "Just relax and feel...it's okay to fall into it with me...I know what you want instinctually and I will give it to you...but you know what I want too...it's okay to give into me Y/n..." I stood as he stepped closer and he stopped as I stepped closer next, giving me a moment to figure it out which I appreciated. He has had a long time to figure out his instincts, I'm new to it and trusting him with everything I have. I sniff the air as I get closer, becoming addicted to his musky scent almost immediately. "Do I smell nice little kitten?" His voice had dropped 2 octaves and I could hear the growl behind it making me nod as I finally got to him, sniffing his neck now which was just above my sight line as I was several inches shorter than him. His arm came around me and pulled us together so my chest was pressed to his and I found it easier to smell him.
"Smell like woods...pine trees...bourbon...blood...smell like..."
"What?"
"...Alpha." He groaned, leaning his head down and sniffing at my neck too, my scent having changed I'm sure.
"Still smell like Y/n...mint...soap...raspberries...something...something spicy. Always been there but more now..." I nodded, knowing what it was.
"Magic, has a spicy smell to creatures...I..." I whined, no longer willing to talk as my mind became...almost dizzy. I could see and feel everything and I had control but not completely. I let that feeling take over, trusting Nik to take care of me and the moment I did I felt it, an almost...presence in the back of my brain and I heard her voice. Lupin had once told me he could hear his wolf sometimes, when he was in control, he would talk to him or sometimes even for him. 'He wants us! Mate wants us! Give him what he wants!' 'What does he want?' I tested the water, seeing how I communicated with her. 'Run! Wants you to run!' 'He's a hybrid, he would catch me in seconds!' 'Not about catching...chasing...wants to chase! Run!' In that moment I made a choice that would impact our relationship forever...I listened. Just as Nik's fangs descended and I felt he was about to bury them into my neck I ducked under his arm and took off towards my back door.
"Thank you kitten, for making it interesting." I pulled the door open and ran through the trees in my back yard, the woods becoming thicker right away but somehow I was navigating it like a pro. I could hear him behind me and knew he wasn't running nearly as fast as he could, he was enjoying our game of Hunter and Prey. When he began closing in on me I figured the game was over but she had other plans. 'Slower! Duck!' I did as she said and nearly fell, watching Nik hit the ground as he tried to lunge at me. He looked up at me, clearly impressed and I smiled, happy to make my alpha proud of me. 'Go!' I didn't even think about it as my body did as it was instructed and I realized how into this I had gotten as my body was almost moving of its own accord. As I kept running I saw the edge of a cliff drop off and about 20 feet in front of it was the other side which made me think this game was over and as I heard him chuckle behind me I realized he knew as well. 'Jump.' 'What?!' 'Jump!' 'No! Are you crazy?! I'm human!' 'Not human! Not anymore! Jump!' She was growling harder now and I realized I was going to do it just as my Alpha did. "Y/n! It's time to stop kitten, you can't make that and you know it!" 'Prove him wrong! We're strong, worthy mate!' 'Yes I am! I am worthy! I'm a good mate!' I slowed for a fraction of a second, making my Alpha believe I was quitting and heard him slow down as I pushed my legs harder, reaching the edge, and leaping, pushing my legs as hard as I could and if I'm being honest I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and landing hard, rolling a few times before looking behind me to see my Alpha had stopped at the edge, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.
"Don't tell me I can't! Good mate! Worthy mate! Can do anything!" My voice wasn't necessarily deeper as I spoke, more distorted, gravely and somehow a higher pitch. It was her voice that I didn't know could come out of me. His head tilted to the side and his eyes darkened. 'Run! Now! Gonna catch us!' 'He's all the way over there, we're fine.' I was proven wrong quickly as he bent his knees and seemed to use no effort at all to jump after me. By the time I had even moved to begin turning around he was on me, pinning me to the ground immediately. As his arm came to move my head I turned it, digging my teeth into him, quickly tasting blood though he had my throat almost instantly as I tried to get away, struggling as hard as I could.
"We're done with that kitten, Alpha loved it but you lost, and now you're mine. My beautiful, worthy mate." My body sang as he said this and I stopped fighting him almost immediately. Not a moment later my throat began...vibrating? 'Happy! Alpha made happy! Purring! Make him happy!' "You are just full of surprises kitten, don't you sound so pretty for your Alpha, singing all nice for me." He was talking to me so sweetly and yet ripping at my clothes like an animal, tearing my shirt from my body.
We had only had sex 3 times before, only 1 of which wasn't a 'quicky'. Our first time together, exploring each other was very gentle and loving, he was kind and respectful and worshipped my body until I could take no more. The other 2 times were in public, one in the grille where he had me ride him at our table in the back and the other in a bookstore where he took me on a date, he had pinned me against the wall and wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting into me faster than before chasing his release, but this moment was unlike any we had ever had.
His lips connected with my collar bone as he tossed my torn shirt to the side, nipping at my skin as I grabbed his shirt, tearing it right down the middle. I had never felt this kind of attraction in my life, my need for my mate now at a primal level that I never knew existed but he seemed to have the same need for me as he tore my bra off next. I wrapped one of my legs around his and shoved, rolling us over so I was on top, finally getting his shirt completely off before I was pinned down again. "What do you think you're doing kitten?" He growled, biting again, his fangs not on display and his dull teeth leaving nothing but a soon to be bruise in its wake.
"Skin, touch...need to touch Alpha." I reached my arms around him and dug my fingers into his skin, scratching my way down and hearing a savage growl come from his throat.
"Touch all you want kitten, but don't try to move me again or I'll give you a bite you won't soon forget." I don't think he realized that was just incentive for me to do it again.
"Please? Alpha, please?" I begged, lifting my hips and trying to grind into him but he moved with me to keep it from happening, making me whine in need.
"Please what kitten?" He was nipping and biting his way down my body and stopped with his face right in front of my crotch, his nose trailing up my pussy, making me whimper with my pants and panties in the way. He took a deep breath, kissing my clit over my clothes and taking in my scent. "You're soaking wet for me, my little mate."
"Please fuck me? Alpha please?! Can't take it anymore, need to be yours!" There were now tears leaking from my eyes, sexual frustration combined with the bite mark on the back of my neck that was burning.
He chuckled and I huffed, trying to pull him closer. "You are mine kitten." I wrapped my leg around his again, trying to get him to bite me, needing the burning to stop and he grabbed my leg, pinning it back to the ground. "What did I say would happen next time?"
"Bite me! Please! It burns Alpha, make it stop! Need you!" He looked down at me, shocked and reached towards the mark on my neck, his hand covering it and cooling the skin down instantly.
"Okay kitten, alright. Alpha will take his time with you later if that's what you need." I nodded frantically, my wolf shouting in the back of my mind, my instincts going crazy, my body frustrated and horny and my neck on fire, it was all becoming too much for the first time and Nik understood quickly that that's what my problem was. I knew he wanted to take his time with me but I was touched that he would wait for that so I could feel better. He tore my pants off, my panties joining them on the forest floor as he pulled his off too. "Hold still kitten, Alpha is going to fix it." He thrust into me almost painfully and didn't pause for even a moment, thrusting into me like a man possessed. "You've thought about this before haven't you love?" I whined, not able to form a coherent sentence at the moment but knowing he was right. "Didn't need to be a werewolf to want me to treat you like my bitch." I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long, especially now that he was talking like this, but I suppose that is his point. Alphas bite their mate in a moment of euphoria for the both of them, which is when they mate for the first time. "Wanted this since the moment you found out what I was, haven't you?" I was now actively trying not to explode, legitimately feeling that I was going to spontaneous combust. "Wanted your Alpha to hold you down..."
"Alpha, please-"
"Rut you..." I yelped as he thrust particularly hard and at this point, his speed had to be compared to that of a jack hammer. I never would have been able to even imagine being fucked like this.
"Can't hold it in anymore...please...so close Alpha..."
"Breed you..." That was all it took. The coil like tension in my belly snapped and I've never come so hard in my life. I wrapped around him like a weed as his fangs sank into my flesh and I howled, many feelings overtaking my body, relief and ecstasy being the most prominent. I felt him finish as well, filling me up more than ever before and I was panting like a dog in heat, still clinging to him, nuzzling his neck in my after glow. He held me tightly, rolling us so I was on top now and comfortable on him, not the ground. We stayed there, just completely comfortable with each other for probably about 20 minutes before I sat up, stretching my body and pulling myself off of his, sitting beside him. He sat up as well, pulling my back to his chest and kissing my neck over his new mark and making me shiver. "I love you Y/n, completely and whole heartedly."
"I love you too...and you know...if you had talked to me about it, even if he hadn't bit me, I would have done this for you." He looked at me, surprised. "Wouldn't have been the same I'm sure, but if you had told me you wanted to play hunter I would have happily given you that...just talk to me about it." He nodded once.
"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's a strange thing and-"
"But I'm your mate. It can be as strange as you want Nik, I love you and I want to make you as happy as you make me. I...I know I'm kind of inexperienced and awkward sometimes...I'm only 18, I grew up in boarding school, wizarding boarding school but still, I've never really had a real relationship and...I get nervous that I'm gonna do something wrong and disappoint you, I-"
"Y/n, you could never disappoint me. I know I'm significantly older and more experienced, but that doesn't matter to me. You're my mate, you were made for me in every way, you are and always will be the best sex I've ever had. This was...wow. I've never felt like you just made me feel, not in 1000 years of life. I don't want you to be nervous about anything we do, and if you are, just talk to me. I will always take care of you...in every way." I giggled as he growled in my ear before reaching for my torn pants. "I think we're going to be traveling back home without them unfortunately." I snorted.
"Maybe you are." I pulled my wand from the hidden pocket I have in all my pants that I use when I don’t have my boots and smirked, pointing it at my clothes. "Repairo" I watched as my clothes began to fix themselves and I quickly began getting dressed. Nik cleared his throat and I smiled, doing the spell once again on his clothes before we began walking back home hand in hand. "So, breeding huh?" I looked over at him and saw the faintest blush on his cheeks.
"Sorry, I-" I shook my head.
"Nothing to be sorry for, I liked it, though if you finishing inside me is going to be a thing for us I should probably look into birth control if you don't actually want something to happen." He sighed, kissing my hand delicately.
"Love, I'm a vampire. It's not possible." I snorted.
"Klaus, you're a hybrid now. Part werewolf, werewolves can have kids. You can't tell me which side is stronger than the other. I've seen weirder things happen in the world to supernatural creatures is all I'm saying." He pulled me to a stop and I looked up to see a shocked yet...hopeful face.
"You think it could be possible...you think I could have a child?" I shrugged.
"I have some friends who could help us figure it out, we would really need to think about that, and measure the potential danger for me to carry a hybrids child, however it's likely that it would just be a little harder than it would be for a normal werewolf. I'll send Hermione a patronus and see what she can find out about-" I was cut off by my mate lifting me into his arms and kissing the daylights out of me.
"Not only do you think it's possible, but you're willing to have a baby with me...I don't know what I did to deserve you Y/n Y/L/n, but I'm never letting you go."
"I don't know what I did to deserve you either...but I really must thank Professor Trelawney..."
(Wolfs Voices-
Klaus' wolf speaking
Y/n speaking to her wolf
Y/n's wolf speaking)
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Back To London
Emily x Harry
"I'm freezing." Emily mentions rubbing her arms even with her sweater on, still not used to the cold temperatures in London.
And she honestly loves visiting Harry's family, there's something about their house that just makes her feel like it's her home too, she thinks it's something very important.
"Well, I know a way we can warm up." Her fiancé purrs climbing into bed with her, and when he catches her in his arms, Emily giggles shaking her head.
"Oh no, we're not going to have sex with your mother and sister downstairs in the living room, what if they hear us?"
"They're not going to hear us, plus we can be extra quiet." He starts kissing her neck and she knows that if she doesn't stop him now, she won't be able to later.
But she doesn't need to say anything, for days now she has been feeling sick, her head hurts, her breasts are tender and swollen, even if she gets enough sleep she is tired, she feels nauseous every morning, she even still remembers how the night before she threw up her dinner.
And her period is a week late.
"I think I'm pregnant." She spits out suddenly, feels Harry stop and even though he still has his lips pressed to her neck, he is no longer kissing her.
She doesn't know why she's so afraid, they're getting married in a couple of months, everything in their relationship is going great and they both have a good job as well as stable.
It should be the perfect moment, but why does she feel she is not ready yet?
"Really?..." he asks softly pulling away from her to sit on the bed, Emily mimics his action while nodding her head.
"I was going to tell you until I was sure but...I-" She sighs, she wants to search for the right words but if anything, are there any? "The idea hasn't left my head and honestly it kind of scares me." She finally confesses.
Her fiancé's face at that moment is hard to read, she doesn't know what's going through his mind or what he'll say next, but it terrifies her.
"Can you tell me something?..." She insists.
He opens his mouth, thinks he's going to say something but closes it again before combing her hair back and then takes her hand to pull her to him, making her sit on his lap.
"Love, I'm kind of...I don't have words." When Harry lets out a chuckle kissing her cheek, it's as if a huge weight is lifted from Emily's shoulders.
Maybe her fear was that he didn't want to have a baby.
"I mean, it's not a sure thing yet but...I think the symptoms I have are pretty telling. Umm I bought a test last night, I was going to get it done but I didn't-I didn't." She explains.
"How about we find out now, petal?" Harry tucks a lock of hair behind his fiancée's ear.
She nods smiling before sighing and getting up to walk to the dresser in front of the bed, under the clothes she pulls out the home test box. Her heart races and she swears the nausea returns.
But her train of thought is stopped thanks to Harry's presence, he hugs her waist from behind and noisily kisses her cheek.
"Come on..."
And with that they both make their way to the bathroom, Emily is the first to enter and he follows, she carefully opens the packaging where the test awaits, she carefully reads the instructions written on the box.
1.Urinate into a cup or directly into the absorbent end of the test mid-flow for 5-10 seconds
Although Harry and Emily have had sex before, this is something different so she still expects some privacy, he knows her so well that it doesn't take him long to turn his back on her. He wants to be present all the time.
She pulls her pants down along with her underwear until they are a puddle on the floor, sits on the toilet bowl and places the proof between her legs.
"Everything in order?" he asks.
"Yeah, I think so...I think I'm going to throw up. I'm scared." She replies, Emily can feel her hands shaking.
"It’s okay , we're in this together, do you need help?"
"No, I'm just going to pee. Don't turn around."
2. Wait for the results. This may take 2 to 10 minutes for the full results to appear.
While Emily reads the instructions, her fiancé hums some Fleetwood Mac tunes and it really helps distract her from all the swirling emotions she is feeling.
3. If the result is positive, two pink marks will appear on the test, if the result is negative, only one of the marks will appear.
"Finish." She warns stretching his arm to the sink where he leaves the test, Emily is quick to wipe herself and pull up her pants.
She flushes the toilet once she stood up, her stomach twists and those 10 minutes feel like an eternity for both of them.
Harry notices how his fiancée trembles as his eyes are focused on what outcome will appear, if someone ask him. He would love to be a dad, he wants to start a family and even though they haven't planned to start now, he wouldn't mind doing so.
He hugs her around the waist pressing his lips against her forehead, feels her small hands touch his back on his shirt. Emily is terrified and he knows it.
"Why are you so scared baby?, you're not alone...and believe me if we have a baby now, it will be wonderful." He murmurs against her skin.
"What if I'm not a good mom?...."
The Brit frowns, quizzical at what he just said. He's also scared but honestly can't wait to have children with Emily. Taking care of them, living in a beautiful house with a big garden where they can play. It all sounds like a dream.
"Why do you say that?" he asks pulling away from her slightly to look into her eyes, she is on the verge of tears, her pretty eyes are full of tears and he can tell.
She shrugs her shoulders.
"Hey...we will learn together. The first step is to love our baby and I don't think that's hard work." He lets out a chuckle caressing her cheek with his thumb before stealing a kiss.
Emily kisses him again grabbing him by the shirt, he wraps her in a hug and then his gaze falls on the test.
His heart races as he pulls away from his fiancé and takes her in his hands.
"I'm pregnant."
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Things I've Had To Deal With As A City Librarian: I'm Just So Tired
Haven't done one of these in a while, and things have just been...they've been a time, let me tell you.
*We caught a guy hiding in one of the bathroom stalls after closing. We check the bathrooms to clean up any messes for the next day, and Julie knocked on the men's room door. No one answered, so she went in and checked the stalls. Didn't see any feet so she starts opening the doors. She gets to the handicap stall, and she tries to open it. It's locked. She mutters something about having to unlock it, and suddenly a voice from inside calls out, "Hey, I'm still in here." Julie nearly shrieks. The guy claims that his fly was stuck, but given the fact he didn't say anything when Julie came in and we couldn't see his feet under the stall door means he was probably crouched on the toilet, hoping we'd think the bathroom was empty and he could spend the night in the library.
*My coworker Allie did a cute little display in the kids area where you can write a letter to Curious George. She even made cardboard mailbox for it and put out a bunch of books and movies for people to check out. The amount of vandalism this thing has seen is unreal. One night a kid poked holes in the mailbox with a colored pencil. I was doing a walkthrough after a particularly rowdy family was in the kids area, only to discover that they have thrown everything on the display into the mailbox - the books, the movies, the postcards, the coloring materials, even one of the book stands. We spent about ten minutes fishing everything out.
*Speaking of displays, I did the Black History Month one this year. I worked on it for three months, and to be honest, I was very proud of it. It took up two tables, full of historical events and famous figures of black history. Needless to say, since black history is so damn expansive and my space was limited, a lot of people ended up getting left off (especially local people I'd never learned about). The amount of times people told me I left out a person they personally believed should be on it drove me to distraction. Two separate people told me I missed Kamala Harris (which I'll be kicking myself forever about). One woman asked me why I didn't redo the whole display to add one local figure she thought needed to be included. One woman asked me why she herself was not included one the poet's wall, because she was a published author. No, she was not kidding. I guess I should be thrilled that people were actually interacting with it, but at least a few people telling me I did a good job would have been fucking nice.
*To branch off from the black history month display - the city has an anti-discrimination policy when it comes to people reserving rooms for events. The only thing we explicitly do not allow is social events like parties and anyone attempting to sell something; everything else is fair game. This means we get a lot of obnoxious groups whose views we really, really do not agree with - homeschoolers, churches, conservative clubs, and, my personal favorite, the Sons of the Confederacy. Or as Rachel and I like to call them, The Sons of a Bunch of Loser Piss Babies. They had a meeting there during February, and Rachel was working that day. One of them, in his stupid little gray hat, was standing talking to someone...right next to my black history month display. Rachel told me she wanted to take a picture because the juxtaposition was...stark, to say the least. We're really not that surprised Failfuck McStank didn't notice the irony.
*We've had a guy coming in with his guitar and just...hanging out in the study rooms to play. We can't really do anything about it unless he's too loud or someone actively complains, but we're all kind of puzzled about the library being his first choice of places for a jam session.
*There's a pair of teenage girls that have been coming in for about four months now and their punk vibe is immaculate. The first time I ever saw them, one of them had a giant bleach blond mohawk, a leather jacket with studs, hot pink and black striped stockings, and the most badass combat boots I've ever seen. Her friend had a bleach blond buzzcut, a black jean jacket covered in patches, teal leggings, and red converse that were falling apart. Sherri stumbled on them chilling in the kids area, and noticed the buzzcut one was bent over something. She got closer and realized the kid was knitting a scarf. Mohawk comes in more often, and always has a thick book with her, just lounging in the chairs and quietly reading for a few hours. They're my second favorite patrons and hope they never change.
*A woman was interested in attended my classic book club meeting back in June. We were reading Fun Home by Alison Bechdel, so I gave her a copy. She didn't attend the meeting. She returned the book a few days later and said it was "gross". While she was there, she also picked up her inter library loan of a "romance" novel about a woman falling in love with her abusive stepbrother. I'm all for people reading whatever the fuck they want, but I also feel like if you're gonna read stepsibling porn, you don't get to call lesbian comics gross.
*Two women came in with a little boy who was absolutely bouncing off the walls. They did absolutely nothing to control him - one of them was busy talking to someone on her phone (on speaker till someone complained), the other was perusing the shelves - and the kid was just kind of running around being a nuisance. I was walking back from helping someone in the computer lab and saw the kid taking off his shirt. I told him he had to keep his shirt on, and that's when one of the women finally turned to me and said, "He wants to put his Spider-Man costume on." And I'm like, "Lady, that's great, but you're in a public space, not your living room. Have him change in the bathroom." Luckily they didn't hang around long after that, but fucking hell, the entitlement.
*A woman came in to fax a police report to her lawyer, and Sherri and I ended up being privy to the sordid tale of having her car stolen. She was out with a guy she met on Tinder, and they went to a bar in the next town over. They were getting ready to leave, but she wanted to have a cigarette, so they were standing by her car in the parking lot. Suddenly, three police cars come shooting up, right next to them. Turns out the dude she's with has a warrant out for his arrest. He panics, grabs her keys out of her hand, jumps in the car, and fucking peels away. He ended up crashing it into a ditch less than ten miles away, totaling it. She doesn't even know what warrant was for.
*It's very funny whenever I call anyone for reserve reminders or things like that, because people are so used to getting calls from robots and scammers that they're immensely suspicious any time they answer their phone. And it makes the absolute 180 they do into delighted toddlers, excited to get their books, that much funnier. The scenario usually goes like this:
Me: Hi, is this [insert name]?
Patron: *clearly doing the suspicious Fry face* Yeeeees...
Me: This is Blue, at the library! I was just calling to let you know you have a book on reserve ready for pick up!
Patron: *brightening instantly* OMG thank you! Oh, I'm so glad you called! You've made my day, you guys are wonderful!
Never fails to make me chuckle.
*The assistant librarian is in charge of a lot of the teen programs we do, and by far the most popular are her teen book boxes - the kids fill out a form of stuff they enjoy, and she puts together a box of three books, plus crafts and snacks, for them. On average, she does about twenty of them a month. However - because we are located in the heart of Conservative Brainrot Land, where a not insignificant portion of the population thinks if they're a good little conservative who hates what Fox News tells them to, Tucker Carlson will come give them the hug their dad never did - this has also given us great insight into the minds of ultra controlling parents who would encase their kids in wax if that could keep them from learning things they don't want them to. One particularly baffling example started with a mom asking that no "social justice" be included in the box. The next one asked for "no gender identity". This time? No inclusion. Like...I get why she put that. Because inclusivity = woke = liberal = the devil. But like...do these people hear themselves? Do they know what words mean? Also, I told the AL that she should just give the kid an empty box. She did not follow my advice.
*On the flip side of the crazy, controlling parent thing, y'all remember this family from a while ago? The one where the aunt came in and said Pretty Little Liars had opened a satanic portal that drove her niece to a mental hospital? Well, I'm happy to report that I think the mother of that girl might have had a face turn. The same kid just recently returned several books from the Anita Blake series (which are pretty mature as far as sexuality goes), and she's been in talks with the AL to volunteer for us, informing her that she doesn't know her schedule just yet because her mother is letting her start public school. I like to think the mom looked at that whole situation, took a long, hard look at herself in the mirror, and thought, "Ya know what? I don't think I want to be like this anymore. I think this is a problem." And ya know what? Good for her, and good for that girl. I hope it does them both a world of good.
#woe to the librarian#the conservative brain rot is starting to leech into my professional life#and i'll be here to report on it every chance i can
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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 6)
Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.
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Rosanna and Draco hadn't give much thought to co sleeping, before Leo was born. They thought, Draco in particular, that babies sleep in a crib; and nowhere else. But somehow, night after night, the baby finds her way into their bed. They use the proper spells, to make sure the little girl is safe while they sleep. She likes to be held and rocked against his chest. More over, she likes to use Rosanna as a human pacifier.
Draco wakes with a grin, rubbing sleep from his eyes. The morning sun peeks in, casting rays across the sheets and the infant beside him.
Draco stretches the arm that was under his pillow, over to card Ro's strawberry blonde locks. She looks peaceful, rested; still glowing in her own right.
She cracks open one eye to peek at him. "Creep."
"Can't a man admire his wife?" Draco scoffs.
"I’m not your wife." Rosanna says, smartly.
"Yet," He raises his brows, "you're not my wife, yet."
"We need to start planning, if you want to be married anytime soon." Ro nuzzles against her pillow.
"We could do a small ceremony," Draco traces the slope of her nose with his finger, "just us and a few witnesses."
"Draco Malfoy wants a small wedding?" She shakes her head, in disbelief.
"I want you," his eyes flicker to her plush lips, "the rest is unimportant to me."
"If we wait a year or two she can be our flower girl." Rosanna moves her gaze to Leo, stroking her white blonde hair.
"That's a thought." He chuckles, "although, I'm not sure I can wait."
"Impatient as ever, Mr. Malfoy." She feels Leo stir between them.
"Did Mummy wake you?" Draco asks, softly rolling the babe onto her back.
Leo grasps onto his nose as he leans closer. Her brown eyes barely open as she yawns.
"Don't let Daddy fool you,” Rosanna whispers to her daughter, “it's his fault."
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The little family is sitting in the living room, as rain pours over the windows. Curled up together watching television. A strange muggle contraption, gifted to them by Rosanna's grandmother.
Narcissa and Lucius are off on holiday, giving the young couple space, after their granddaughter's first weeks of life. Archer and Dixie stayed the first fourteen days as well. Everyone got along, both sets of grandparents rallying around their children to make sure they're settled, before finally stepping back.
Draco jumps at the sound of the doorbell, jostling Rosanna.
She giggles, "you're cute."
"I'll give you cute, you cheeky little-"
Ding Dong, the bell sounds again.
"Who the devil is carrying on like that?" He untangled himself from their shared blanket, making for the door on the first floor.
Rosanna stands, waiting for an update on the identity of their visitor.
"It's for you." Draco calls up to the sitting room.
"For me?" Rosanna moves toward the stairs. Leo now awake in the cradle of her arms.
Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny, along with Harry and Hermione, stand at the opposite end of the staircase.
"My savior," Fred trots up first, patting her head.
"Mum made tacos," George adds, following his brother.
"Yes, and gifts for baby." Molly smiles, drawing Rosanna in for a hug.
"You didn't have to-"
"Oh pish posh." Molly pulls away.
One by one the Weasleys fill the room.
"How are you, dear?" Arthur asks, clapping Rosanna on the back.
"Good, thanks." Ro is still surprised to see them, and here no less. "What are you all doing here?"
"Your mum sent an owl." Harry explains, they hold each other for a long moment, mindful of the baby in her arms.
"It's so good to see you." Rosanna kisses his cheek as they break apart.
"Not every day one of your best mates has a baby, you should have figured we'd turn up." Ron shrugs, moving to take Harry's place.
Hermione is last, both of them in tears when they finally meet in the middle.
"I know it's hard for you to be here, after the last time..." After Bellatrix.
"Don't worry," Hermione rubs circles against Rosanna's back, "I'm ok. We all are, somehow."
"Where can we set up? We've brought the works." Ginny asks, both hands full.
"Let me show you the dining room." Rosanna dries her eyes, waving them to follow.
"Massive house, not very homey." Ron says, no filter, ever.
"Don't be rude, Ronald." Hermione jerks the hand she's holding.
"Are they-" Rosanna turns to Harry with an arched brow.
"Brilliant, isn't it?" He confirms, following her down the hallway. "Where'd Malfoy run off to?"
"Don't tell me the bloke's too posh for tacos." Ron scoffs.
"You really think I'd procreate with someone who doesn't like tacos?" Rosanna shifts Leo in her arms. "I'll go grab him."
"Oi, the little darling can stay with us." Arthur suggests.
"Yeah don't hog her, no one's had a proper go yet." Ginny agrees, helping set up the massive table. The places are always done to perfection, although Rosanna has never eaten a meal there, until now.
"Who wants to-"
"Right here," Molly smiles, reaching for Leo gently, holding the babe close to her chest. "Look at those cheeks, my goodness."
"And all that hair," Hermione leans over, for a better look.
"Malfoy must be pleased." Harry remarks, with a slight smile.
Ginny elbows him, "she's lovely."
"I'll be right back," Rosanna hesitates near the doorway.
"Go on," Fred whispers, the only one to notice her nervousness, "she's with family."
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Rosanna eventually finds Draco in the library, sat in the high back leather chair, near the window.
"Hey, what happened?" She asks, leaning heavily against the door frame.
Draco doesn't look up from his book. "You wouldn't understand. You’d find common interest with any creature that crosses your path. Me? I'm Draco Malfoy, death eater."
"We all have things we're not proud of." The blonde sighs, pushing wayward hair behind her ears.
"I'm used to having things, objects, possessions, that are mine. You don't belong to me, I don't own you. It's very difficult for me, infuriating even." He turns a page, although he's not paying attention in the least.
"Will you stop pretending to read and talk to me?" Rosanna takes a step forward.
"I'm not pretending." He scoffs, indignantly.
"Ok," she rolls her eyes, crouching down and setting the book aside. "Wanna tell me what's really bothering you?" Rosanna squeezes his knees.
Draco’s icy gaze flickers up to the hair tie, holding the top portion her locks up. He scowls, adjusting the band. "I’d forgotten how unnerving it is to share you."
Rosanna chuckles, "I know that back at school, every time they’d walk into a room you'd walk out. But now, you can set the tone for how things are gonna be moving forward." She leans her elbows against his thighs. "So you can stay up here, if you want; or you can come back down stairs with me and have dinner, talk, maybe you'll even have a good time. Either way, I still love you. Either way when they leave, I'm still here with you.”
Where you go, I go. “Can’t very well say no to tacos."
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When they return downstairs, there are new faces around the table. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Blaise, all sit looking mildly uncomfortable amongst Rosanna's friends.
"I hope you don't mind," Ginny says, "we heard them at the bell."
Rosanna forces a grin. "The more the merrier."
"What are you doing here?" Draco narrows his eyes at the four.
"Your parents sent an owl." Blaise shrugs.
"My parents?" Draco's brows furrow, why invite them all at the same time, knowing full well they don't get on?
"Yeah." Crabbe nods, eyeing the food that has yet to be served.
"Alright then." Draco takes his seat at the table.
"It'll be fine." Rosanna leans over to whisper, running a hand over his tense back as she sits aside him.
Draco is dressed down, sporting a black v-neck tee, and dark wash jeans. However his hair is still set to perfection, force of habit really.
Rosanna is a bit more comfortable, in an oversized quidditch jersey and leggings.
"She's got your hair." Pansy tells Draco. A tone of annoyance about her, as they are not the first, or only, guests.
"Never fancied babies, myself," Goyle notes, "they cry too much."
"Yeah, why's it being so quiet?" Crabbe tentatively looks toward the infant.
"She doesn’t cry much." Draco sniffs, missing the tiny baby in his arms.
"Is this right?" Harry asks Ginny, cradling Leo in his arms, nervously.
"I don't think you can do it wrong, mate." George chuckles.
"Unless you drop her." Fred chimes in.
"Hurt my daughter, and you're done for, Potter." Draco grimaces.
Rosanna swats the back of his head, some things never change.
"Shut it, Malfoy." Ron barks, "he's doing fine."
"Pansy and I brought this," Blaise extends the parcel to Draco.
"Thanks." Draco turns his nose up at the pair.
Blaise nods. "Now Potter, let's see the little bird." He rises to his feet.
"Have you ever held a baby?" Pansy puts a hand on his arm.
"If Potter can do it, so can I." Blaise reasons, making his way around the table.
They each have their fill of holding Leo, before the infant begins to fuss. Rosanna nursing her, beneath the knitted pink blanket, the Weasleys gifted.
"These tacos-" Crabbe breaks off, mouth stuffed, pointing both hands at his plate, "are fantastic."
"My Molly makes them from scratch." Arthur replies, fondly.
Crabbe gives a thumbs up, "well done."
"You sure it can breathe under there?" Goyle flicks his fork to indicate the blanket.
"She, not it, you imbecile." Draco replies, sneaking a quick glance beneath the fabric. Leo has never been fed beneath a cover, so he has to be sure. "She's breathing just fine."
"So tell me Draco, how's fatherhood treating you?" Arthur asks, taking a swig of his drink.
"I'd like to think I'm doing a decent job. But generally speaking, I'm useless; because I haven't got any-" Draco let's his hands drop to his lap, realizing he's been making the crudest gesture to represent breasts.
"Bazingas." The twins offer in unison.
"Exactly." Draco huffs a laugh.
"No matter, surely you've been changing your fair share of nappies." Mrs. Weasley says. "It's all about team work."
"And what about you sweetheart?" Mr. Weasley inquires. "Good labor?"
"Once I got the potion, it was pretty easy." Ro nods, stealing a second dollop of sour cream.
"Terrifying, really." Ron swallows.
"Hopefully everything rights itself," Harry scratches the back of his neck.
"Shall we have dessert then?" Molly asks, trying to save Ro anymore embarrassment.
"Yes please," Pansy nearly shoots out of her chair at the opportunity to switch gears.
"Cherry pie should do the trick." Mrs. Weasley moves quickly to her feet.
"On second thought-" Pansy averts her eyes.
"Oh bloody hell." Ron looks like he might be sick.
"Literally." The twins again in unison.
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A month later, things have begun to settle. Just in time for Draco to be served with papers to stand trial. He's not alone, Lucius and Narcissa are facing their own legal troubles.
"You'll likely be summoned by the ministry, to testify against me-"
"Against you?" Surely Rosanna's heard him wrong. Attempting to read the parchment over his shoulder.
He can't look at her as he hands the document over.
She skims it, 'use of memory altering charms, providing unauthorized access to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, attempted murder of Albus Dumbledore, abduction by means of the imperius curse and false imprisonment by means of the imperius curse.’
Rosanna clears her throat, taking a seat aside of him on the loveseat. "We have a month before the court proceedings. If we start building your case now-"
"I've done all the things I'm accused of." Draco cuts her off.
"Yes, but I think the reason why is equally important. We were trying to stop Voldemort." She reminds him.
"There's no we Rosanna, I did this!" Draco roars, in frustration. "I took your memories, I made you leave Hogwarts. I held you here. You conceived, and carried our daughter for five months, without choice. I deserve to rot in Azkaban for what I did to you alone.”
"It was my idea.” Her heart shatters. “Everything you did, was for me."
The corner of his mouth twitches, "does it then follow, that my actions are any less deplorable? What I've done to you is unforgivable."
"No, it's not." She takes his hands with conviction. "We were trying to do the right thing. I never meant for you get hurt."
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For simple trials, the officers of the court vote on scene, by a show of hands. This particular case requires more deliberation. Rosanna is asked to leave the room, Draco joins her in the waiting area just outside. He's hunched forward slightly, staring down at his shoes in his perfectly tailored suit.
Rosanna in a similarly colored knee length dress. Without a word she takes a seat on the bench, pulling Draco into her arms. Stroking his hair until she feels him relax into her.
"No matter what happens, I'm with you." She assures him. "I love you, we'll make this right. I'll never stop fighting for you."
"No," he pulls back, holding her face in his hands. "If I get sentenced to Azkaban, you have to let me go. Swear to me." Draco insists, his blue eyes shining with tears.
"I can't."
"You deserve a life. You deserve happiness and someone who can be there for you. You saw what the dementors did to my father, he was never himself, even after he left that place. I don't want you to see me like that. I don't want Leo to see me." He breaks off to collect himself. "You tell her that I love her, everyday. Tell her that I wanted to be there. Tell her that I'm sorry."
"You can tell her yourself." Rosanna replies, fiercely. Before kissing him, attempting, for the first time to push her stream of consciousness into his mind.
It must work, when they break apart, he looks astonished at her feelings for him. He is at peace, in this moment with her.
"If you ever start to lose yourself, remember this, remember me. Remember that I love you, and that I'll never stop." Ro wishes she could offer him more than that.
In the end, the case is dismissed. For reasons of: Draco Malfoy's age at the time of his actions, extenuating circumstance, and the unwillingness of the only surviving victim to press charges.
Draco is still in shock, frozen in the center of the courtroom. He can hear Rosanna's voice at his ear, as she wraps her arms around his neck, with such force he stumbles backwards. His shaky hands find their way to her, fisting in the material at the back of her black dress. Pressing her closer to him, knowing he'll never let go.
Part 7
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i feel like yas and harry have a lot of tension when it comes to finals time with them studying and also being ta’s like anything will set them off especially yasmine! she can get snappy and after the week ends they’re like 🧍🏽♀️🧍🏻 . . so that happened
i feel like the fights they'll be having definitely starts with yasmine. she's the one who gets angry at the wildest thing and then it snowballs from there.
she slams her laptop shut. "can you stop breathing so loud?" she hisses, causing harry to take his earbud out.
"what?"
"you. are. breathing. so. fucking. loud. shut up!"
"i'm breathing like a normal person!"
"no you're not! you're doing it on purpose!"
harry's eyebrows go up. "you're joking right?"
"i don't see why we even have to study together when clearly you want me to fail! and i didn't ask you to come over. you just showed up!"
harry's speechless for a moment before he slams his own laptop shut and stands from her desk. "i can't deal with you right now. i came here for some fucking peace so i can grade all these late papers and you're on my ass--"
"maybe don't hand out extensions like candy and grow a backbone about deadlines!"
"now you're complaining about my teaching? it doesn't even have anything to do with you!"
"it does when i get emails about my students hearing about you being so lenient. and i have to reply to every single one of them saying no and then they argue with me and--"
"give them the fucking extension then, yasmine!" harry starts to pack his bag. she really doesn't like the way he says her name. it makes her angrier. "they're stressed out too! and you've got two weeks until final grades are due. give them a break!"
"i refuse to give students who don't make an effort in my class a break! they did this to themselves!" she watches him put his shoes on. "where are you going?"
he swings his bag back on. "out of here. you need to deal with whatever the hell is going on with you." she follows him to the door. "i'll see you after you've calmed down. fuck's sake." and then he leaves, the door shutting hard behind him.
a few days later, yasmine shows up to his door. he answers and leans in his doorway, clearly not letting her in. "yes?"
yasmine grits, "i'm sorry."
"oh yeah? for what?"
"for yelling at you."
"mm."
"and for telling you you breathe too loud. you don't."
harry reaches for the front of her shirt. he yanks her into his room and locks the door, pushing her against it. "apology accepted. just because i know how much you hate having to do that."
"you also said some mean things, by the way." she leans back when harry goes to kiss her neck. "you should apologize too."
harry hums. "i am."
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Is It Too Late? | Peter Parker/Harry Osborn
Summary: Peter confessed his feeling for the reader after a long time. Peter Parker x Stark!reader x Harry Osborn
Warning: unwanted kiss
Request: Nah.
Walking down the street Y/N had no where in particular in mind but she knew she wanted to be as far away from the compound as possible.
She might have kept walking for hours if not for the sweet smell of coffee and pasties that halted her in her tracks. walking towards the café she had locked in her sights she failed to notice the man she was headed for a direct impact with until contact was made.
"Oh shit I'm sorry." The man apologized instantly.
"Don't be, that was completely my fault." She replied. "Are you okay?"
"Actually I'm Harry." He smirked holding out his hand. "And your crying...Was the joke that bad?"
Reaching up and wiping her face Y/N hadn't even realized she was this upset about it. "No, god I didn't even realize." She said looking up meeting his blue eyes. "The joke was bad, I wouldn't be surprised if it did end up making someone cry one day." Taking his hand to shake.
"Well I'll keep that in mind..."
"Y/N Stark."
"I thought you looked familiar" He said letting go of her hand. "Harry Osborne. Are you okay?"
Y/N gave him a pointed look while wiping the remaining trace of tears from her face. "Actually I'm Y/N." She repeated his joke back to him.
"Right it was a stupid question." Harry admitted holding his hands up in surrender. "I have another question though...What's it like having Tony Stark as a dad?"
"I wouldn't know, What's it like having Norman Osborne as a dad?" She replied smirking at the question that most people asked her -and most likely him as well- while growing up.
"I wouldn't know." Harry smiled. "Boarding School." Harry stated pointing to himself.
"Strategic Avoidance, on his end of course." She sniffled a bit still overcoming the previous emotion.
"Would that happen to be the reason for the..." Harry trailed off gesturing to her eyes.
"No," She replied waving her hand in dismissal of her tears. "This is a long, stupid story. I don't even know why I'm crying, It's just stupid."
"Well I'll tell you what, I was just headed over to that café over there." Harry informed pointing to the café Y/N was headed towards before their impact. "It smell great and looks like the perfect place for a long, stupid story. What do you say?"
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Peter Parker paced back and forth in front of the group of male Avengers reading the article from his phone.
"Y/N Stark and Harry Osborn in a Billion dollar relationship." Peter read glaring at Bucky looking away quickly after he glares back. "The two teens, both heirs to billion dollar corporations, (Stark Industries and Oscorp) have been spotted out multiple times on various romantic rendezvous over the past three months, this is not only a big deal socially but it has some people wondering about the economic effects of the two merging in more ways then one, in the future."
"It's a very well written article." Sam commented looking around the room.
"Mr. Wilson this isn't funny." Peter commented placing his phone in his back pocket. "I did what you guys told me to do and now she's dating someone else."
"Kid we told you to make her a bit jealous..." Bucky reminded.
"I told you it was a bad idea." Steve said as Clint confirmed that he also told him it was a bad idea.
"That's what I did!" Peter shouted holding his arms out.
"We meant flirt with a stranger for like five minutes max." Same clarified "You went on three dates with another girl."
"I didn't know she was gonna go and date....him." Peter spat out. "Plus it was kinda cute to watch her be jealous."
"Don't say that to her." Clint warned quickly. "ever."
"What do I do know, am I just supposed to sit back and watch her live a life with some other guy." He asked flopping down on the sofa. "That would kill me."
"Listen kid, the way I see it you have two options." Bucky said leaning forward in his seat. "You can either tell her how you feel, like you should have in the first place, and see what happens or...you can move on and you guys go your separate ways."
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Walking into the compound Y/N was rushing to meet her dad before her date with Harry, she was dress up because he was taking he out for her birthday.
"Y/N!" Peter called out as he rushed to open the door for her before following her in. "Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked as he attempted to keep up with he quick strides as they made their way to the elevator.
"It had to be quick, I'm meeting my dad and then I have to go." She informed pressing the button that would take them to he living room of the compound.
"Are you going somewhere?" Peter asked looking her up and down as she looked even more stunning than usual.
"A date with Harry." She confirmed with a smile. "He's taking me out for my birthday."
"Oh god, it's your birthday. I forgot the present I bought you."
"It's fine Pete, you can give it to me some other time." She assured as the elevator door opened up to the dark room. "So what is it you wanted to talk to me about."
"I've got something to tell you." Peter said reaching for her hand stopping her from walking farther into the room. "Something I should have told you a long time ago." turning to face him.
"Peter what..."
"I love you Y/N." Peter blurted out. "I've loved you since the moment we met, I think. and I should have told you when I knew but I was scared and I didn't but when ever I'm around you the only thing I can think about is how happy we would be together, and I want to be able to hold your hand and go on dates....kiss you."
Before she could reply Peter quickly leaned forward planting his lips on hers. it was a small kiss too long to be a peck, but too short to be a kiss. It was everything Peter expected it to be and more, what he didn't expect was the sharp slap across the face that came promptly after.
"What the hell is wrong with you Parker?" Y/N asked glaring at the young hero. "What makes you think that was okay?"
"I just wanted to tell you how I feel about you."
"After all this time? Tonight of all nights? Peter its my birthday, I'm 30 minutes away from going on a date with my boyfriend and you thought it was a good idea to confess your feeling and kiss me." She says. "Feeling you claim to have since you met me but didn't stop you from dating other people."
"I only did that to make you jealous." Peter rushed out a defense for is actions. "I asked some of the team and they said I should make you jealous so you would realize your feeling for me, but you were so cute when you would get jealous so I went on a few more date-."
"You liked seeing me jealous?" Y/N spat through gritted teeth. "So you told everyone else how you felt except for me? I never needed to realize my feelings Peter, they were pretty obvious, you were the only one that kept talking about Liz this and MJ that and then you date someone else because you like seeing me sad."
"No."
"You liked the look of heartbreak on my face too much to end it."
"That's not what I meant."
"You got some sort of sick gratification from my pining for you while you had a girlfriend." She continued. "And now you want to tell me that, that was just you showing love."
"I know I should have told you from the start, and now isn't the best timing but I had to tell you before it was too late."
"You are too late Peter!" She shouted. "You are about four months too late. I love Harry, I don't know if he loves me but I love him, Peter. He treats me great and he's there for me when I need him, he doesn't enjoy making me feel less than. I loved you too Peter but I thought you were happy, so I stepped to the side because I was happy that you were happy. I understand getting it off your chest, you have every right to express your feeling but...kissing me, now while I have a boyfriend Peter is out of line and it's selfish and it's a shitty thing to do."
Peter stood there watching in silence as Y/N continued her tearful rant.
"And it makes me feel shitty for letting it happen and that's not fair...It's not fair to me and it is not fair to Harry." She says as tears fall from her eyes. "And I don't want to keep this from him but god I don't know how I'm going to tell him what I've done." She says more to herself than to him as she walk backwards only to stubble in something on the ground. "Friday turn on the lights, please." She calls in frustration.
As the room aluminates with light Y/N looks down, only to see she had stubbed on a balloon. Looking around the room she sees the floor was half hazardly covered in colors of her favorite colors along with streamer and in the middle of the living room stood the team along with Harry as well as Mr. Osborne.
"Surprise." Loki says awkwardly throwing out some jazz hands.
Y/N stood in shock at the realization of what had just happed. In her mind not only did she cheat on her boyfriend but she had done it in front of him, his father and the team. Looking over to Harry to see him glaring she couldn't take it anymore, turning and leaving with a quick apology.
Harry's glare didn't waver but it was never for Y/N, all the hatred he felt was for Peter Parker. Marching towards him Peter didn't stop Harry as he punched him in the face, Yes he was spiderman so it didn't hurt as much as Harry would have liked -not that he knew that- but it still hurt.
Harry grabs onto the collar of Peter's shirt and goes to hit him again only to be stopped by Steve holding him back.
"That's enough." He stated placing a hand on his shoulder. "You should go check on Y/N, she needs you."
Giving a nod to the super soldier, Harry started to go in the direction you had fled only to stop and turn to Peter once more. "Stay away from my girlfriend Parker." He snapped before going to find you.
*-*-*
Harry found her balling her eyes out as she sat on the floor of her bedroom. Walking slowly towards to he thought about what he could possible say to make her feel better.
"Harry." Y/N said as she looked over at him. "I'm so sorry."
"It'll be okay." He replied.
"No it won't, I shouldn't have let that happen, I should have pushed him away." She listed all the ways she went wrong. "I don't know I s-should have..."
"Hey," Harry interrupted taking a seat next to her on the floor wrapping his arms around her. "There was nothing you could have done, this isn't your fault and you can't blame yourself for someone else's actions."
"Please forgive me...Please don't leave me."
"Baby, I'm not leaving you for something that isn't your fault." Harry reassured. "I love you too much to let you go."
Leaning back and looking onto his eyes Y/N felt nothing but completely and utterly loved.
"I love you too Harry."
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thinking about aster giving angel a piercing 😔 maybe she already has her ears done but she saw a really pretty picture on Pinterest of someone who had a little nose ring or stud and she just wants one 😔 she shows him and is all "look how pretty! isn't it so cute :(" and he agrees, looking over her shoulder at her phone and saying how he likes the stone 😔 then he glances over at her nose and says "i could do that for you, if you wanted" and she's looking up like "what? really? you do that?" and he nods, he says "it's not my main specialty, but I'm good at it" and he's a little smirky as always 😔 and she's a little surprised but definitely thinking about it, but he takes her silence as not liking the idea so he's quickly saying "or if you don't want me to, of course one of the other boys could do it so i could hold your hand" just being so sweet 😔and she says "no, if I got one I would only want you to do it, no one else" and he knows that's the same thing she said about her tattoo but he's still so 🥹 hearing her say that 😔 then she's really thinking about it, she's looking at different jewelery colors and gems really thinking about what she wants 😔 then one day after work she goes to the shop like usual and Harry's just finishing cleaning and getting locked up, he stops to give her a quick kiss then says "I'll be right with you, I just have to grab one thing from the back okay?" and he goes off to get whatever he needed, she's sooo nervous because she knows what she's about to ask for so she's trying to occupy herself by looking at the pictures on the walls 😔 he comes back with a few papers and gets them filed at the main desk then he's heading towards her saying "ready to go?" and she nods absently, not really listening, and ofc he notices she's a little off right away so he says "what's the matter sweet girl?" coming up to stand behind her and look at the pictures she's staring at 😔 (1)
she takes a deep breath and says all in a rush "will you pierce my nose for me?" and she's so nervous she's basically holding her breath waiting for his answer 😔 he puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her around slowly to look at her, he ducks down to meet her eyes and says "of course I will, told you I'd give you whatever you want didn't i?" and she nods, finally feeling brave she looks up at him and says "i want it tonight, please?" and he can tell she's so nervous but he's so proud of her for telling him what she wants even though it's scary 😔 he says "of course, let's go back to a room, hm?" and leads her down the hall 😔he helps her get settled on the chair and says "do you know which one you want? I know you were looking through some ideas, did you pick one out or not yet?" and she nods, pulling up a picture of what she wants😔 he's smiling saying "you're so prepared, you've been ready for this for a while haven't you?" and she nods, blushing a little, but he just says "I like that, it makes my job easier" trying to joke with her because he can tell she's a little bit scared 😔 but he goes to get the stud that matches the most closely to the picture she has, and ofc it's a little one with gold metal and a baby pink stone 😔 he's smiling because that's just soooo her and he comes back in the room saying "like this?" showing it to her and her eyes light up 😔 she says "yes, exactly like that!" and she's so excited 😔 (2)
he's smiling too and he says "okay, why don't you get comfortable for me and I'll get ready on my end?" so she does, and as he's washing his hands he calls over "if you want you can play some music, a lot of people like to do that" so she's going through her phone for a playlist that will be calming 😔 when she picks one and is all settled in, he comes back over and sits on the stool by her 😔 he's talking her through the whole process letting her know everything that's gonna happen so she feels less anxious 😔 he's putting the gloves on and he can tell she looks nervous so he says "we don't have to do this if you're not ready baby, we can do it a different day?" and she shakes her head saying "I'm ready, I want it I'm just scared" and he smiles gently saying "I know, and I think you're very brave" and that finally gets a little smile out of her 😔 then she says "okay I'm ready, can you just do it before I get too scared?" and he laughs again saying of course 😔 he has her lean her head against the chair, then makes the little dot with the marker and holds up a mirror for her to look 😔 she says it looks good, so he gets everything ready and ofc he hides the needle until the last second so she doesn't see it 😔he tells her to look at his face and not his hands, just telling her to focus on his eyes 😔he asks "want me to count?" and she thinks for a second before shaking her head saying "just do it, i don't want to know just do it" so he nods and says "keep looking at my eyes, I promise it'll be so so quick, just a little pinch okay?" and before she can do it she says "wait wait, let me-" and she puts her hand on his knee😔 she says "i know I can't hold your hand but is this okay?" and he says of course it is 😔 (3)
then he says "okay, i want you to keep looking at my eyes and wiggle your toes" and he'll never ever tell her but that's what he tells younger kids when he occasionally does ear piercings 😔 and she does what he says and then he goes for it 😔 she lets out a little whimpered gasp and he feels so bad, he's saying "i know, I know, I'm almost done, just keep wiggling your toes for me" and before she can even take another breath it's done and the needle is out 😔 her eyes are watering so much and she's kind of embarrassed saying "I'm not crying, it doesn't hurt too much my eyes are just-" and he cuts her off saying "that's totally normal, happens almost every time I do one of these" and that makes her feel better 😔 he gets the needle disposed of then says "ready to look?" and she's so excited, he holds up the mirror and he can see how much she loves it right away 😔she's tilting her head all different ways just so in awe of how pretty it looks 😔 she reaches up to touch it but he catches her wrist gently, pulling it away from her face and kissing the back of her hand saying "can't touch yet, we have to clean it off first" and she's a little embarrassed but he says "that's okay, I'd do the same if it were me, it looks so pretty" and she nods, still looking in the mirror 😔 (4)
when he's cleaning it off he sees her wince and he says "I know, promise this is the worst part" but it's over before she knows it and then they're all done 😔 he's so proud of her he can't help but give her a kiss and tell her how much he loves her 😔 the whole way home he keeps glancing over and smiling, when she says "what?" he just grins and says "you were already pretty, but this just- i don't know, it really... it's gorgeous on you" and she's blushing 😔 they home and he helps her clean it before bed, giving her so many kisses and telling her over and over how proud he is 😔 she can't stop looking in the mirror and she gets a little blushy when he notices but he just hugs her from behind and looks over her shoulder, giving her a little kiss on the ear and saying "it's perfect... you're perfect" 😔😔😔🤕 (last part istg this better go thru 😤😤)
wait:((((( while I don't think shed ever get her nose pierced or anything like that this really is so sweet:( like hes just so gentle w her and like asking her to wiggle her toes for him and he'd never ever tell her thats what he has younger kids do when they come in for ears or something:( and stopping her from touching it but its okay bc he thinks it looks sooooo pretty too:(((((((( AND HIM:((( JUST LOOKING AT HER WHILE HES DRIVING HOME;(((( AND SHES ALL SHY AND WHAT:( AND SHE WAS ALREADY SO PRETTY BUT.....SHE JUST....ITS SO GORGEOUS SO PERFECT FOR HER:((((((( im sooooo :( over how sweet he is him literally so sick 🤕 bestie you are....in the hall of fame:(
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