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i am telling you i love you

✧ including [seperate]: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, t. fushiguro, r. sukuna, c. kamo ✧ summary: the first time saying 'i love you' to each other ✧ cw: [MDNI] f!reader, afab!reader, FLUFF, hint of angst, crack ig?, arguing, swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), insinuation of being drunk, maybe a hint of toxicity in sukunas, insecure!choso (sorry), no use of y/n, established relationships ✧ wordcount: 4.7k (700-900 each)

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satoru gojo

From the start, he had always admired you for your craftiness. You’d think a restless person like Satoru would hate just watching you do whatever hobby you were pursuing this month, but it had quickly become his favourite part of the day. His day was hectic enough as it was, so it gave him a domestic sense of comfort watching your precision.

“You know, you don’t have to keep me company while I’m doing this,” you said with that kind smile of yours, the smile that was reserved for him only.

“No, I don’t mind,” he breathed softly.

He sat opposite you, leaned forward on the table with his arms crossed under his chin, having his loving stare glued on you. Letting it travel from your eyebrows that were pinched together in concentration, to the slight scrunch of your nose when you messed up, to your tongue peaking out between your tight lips.

“Isn’t it boring? I’m sure you have better things to do.” Quickly flicking your eyes to look at him, the faintest curve on his lips, barely noticing the small shake of his head. “Suit yourself,” you shrugged before turning your focus back to your work.

How had he gotten so lucky? You hadn’t been together for all that long, but it had been the most delightful four months of his life. He found himself falling harder for you every day that passed.

Unlike most of the people in his life, you’d taken the time to get to know him, truly know him. He saw it in the small things you did for him, like always bringing him his favourite sweets when you came to stay with him during the weekends, calling him just to ask how his day was going during lunch, and how you never failed to kiss him goodbye when leaving the room because you knew he’d get whiny otherwise.

The smile on his face never wavered, watching you quietly mumbling along to the music you’d put on. Every once in a while, you shot him a quick glance just to see if he was doing okay, and his heart fluttered every time you smiled at him. He just thought you were perfect it every way possible.

“I love you,” he blurted out.

“What?”

Satoru had sat up straight, both looking at each other with big eyes as you tried to comprehend what had just slipped out of him.

“Did you just-“

“Pfft, no!” He interrupted, never breaking the eye contact. “You’re hearing things.”

Your cheeks flushed red and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “No, you definitely said that.”

“What are you going to do about it?” He asked defensively, folding his arms over his chest as he kept fidgeting in his seat.

Rapidly blinking away the worst of the shock. “Satoru,” you spoke softly, but it did nothing to calm the pounding of his heart.

Had he messed up by letting it slip out too soon? The thought of actually having fallen in love with you had crossed his mind on several occasions. He had just been scared to come on too strong and screw things up before you’d even have the time to start properly.

“Let’s just forget it happened. What do you want for dinner?” He rambled on, standing up from the chair and darted for the kitchen.

“Satoru,” you repeated yourself, just as soft as the first time. Something about seeing him in his anxious haze, that had landed him staring vacantly into the refrigerator, had made you calm down.

“We have some beef we could use.”

“Satoru,” you said once again, placing a gentle hand on his back. His entire body tensed up, not turning to look at you. Satoru was sure his heart would beat out of his chest when you touched him. “Will you look at me?”

Even though his embarrassment was still running rampant inside him, he didn’t have it in him to not look at you when you talked to him with so much consideration. Slowly he turned to look at you, a sweet smile greeting him before your soft hand cupped his cheek.

“I love you, too.” Instantly his shoulders dropped and it was as one could literally see his nerves relaxing.

“Oh thank god,” he said as he released a deep breath. Without hesitation, he cupped your face with both hands and placed a deep kiss on your lips, causing you giggle.

“I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss.

His eyes sparkled, more than they usually did. They told you, that even though it had been an intrusive thought that had taken control of his mouth, it hadn’t been a spur of the moment realisation. He truly meant it, and had for a while. It was more than just a confession, it was a promise.

suguru geto

“Please remind me we need to buy toilet paper,” you caught his attention as you exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your head. Lifting his focus from his book, Suguru fawned at the sight of you strutting casually to the kitchen, happily humming to yourself. “You want toast for breakfast?”

He quietly lifted himself off the couch and followed you to see you already assembling your own toast. How was it even possible, having barely started the day, to look as irresistible as you did? Wearing his t-shirt that nearly reached you mid thigh, fluffy slippers on your feet, unwrapping the towel on your head, making you damp hair frame your face.

“You want ketchup on yours?” You asked before you took your thumb in your mouth to lick of some of the access ketchup you’d got on it. With a weak smile, he shook his head no to which you simply shrugged before turning back to the toast. “You meeting Satoru today, right?”

Suguru kept clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. He hadn’t been this nervous around you since before you got together. He’d spent weeks and weeks, mustering up the courage to even introduce himself to you.

Which was something he hadn’t done on his own accord; Satoru had more or less pushed him in your direction after after he had gotten tired of hearing Suguru’s constant doting of you from afar.

But that was months ago now, and you’d gotten so far since then. You practically lived together at this point, and he’d tried so many times to confess how he truly felt about you. So many times, but his nerves made him run blank every time.

Every evening when you were watching late night tv together, when you had your head resting on his lap, carefully stroking your hair— the words popped into his head.

When you were standing in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, how often you fell into a fit of laughter while brushing your teeth. Toothpaste running down your chin— the words popped into his hand.

And mornings like these. He’d already had the privilege of waking up next to you, and now you just walked around his home, wearing his clothes, making him breakfast— the words popped into his head.

“Suguru? You alright?” The sound of your soft chuckle brought his attention back to you.

“I love you.”

Unable to peer his eyes off you, he held his breath while impatiently waiting if you’d say the words back to him. The raging throbbing of his heart started to settle down when a genuine, caring smile met him.

“I love you, too.” You said it so casually, as it was as normal as breathing to you.

You knew Suguru. Overall, he was a harmonious person who rarely let the stress and worry of a situation take over him. So when a situation was stressful enough to even make Suguru jitter with nerves, you wanted to be the person to help him ground himself again.

And he was forever thankful. This was the best possible response, that actually loving each other was nothing to wonder about. “So, are you meeting Satoru?” Changing the subject completely, turning back to the food in front of you.

Just as you were about to yet again request an answer, you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he hugged you into him as tight as he could. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, he placed a sweet kiss which sent shivers throughout your body.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice just tickling you ever so slightly. His breath had gone back to a normal pace.

“Always, baby,” lifting you hand up to stroke his cheek. “But really, are you hanging out with Satoru today or not?”

It earned you a muffled chuckle before he lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. “No, not anymore, I’m not.” He let out a relaxed breath before closing his eyes in content. “Staying in with you today.”

kento nanami

You would love it if you had a boyfriend who worked less and stayed home more, but then you wouldn’t be with Kento. It seemed like a small price to pay to be with the most perfect man to ever exist.

Too perfect almost, to the point it had made you wary in the start. When you had started out, he had been nothing short of a gentleman. You’d wondered when the facade would crack, proving to you that the handsome man that had pursued you was too good to be true. How would he disappoint you? Would he turn out to be a slob, would he only feed you a constant string of lies, or god forbid, would he cheat?

However, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, which you did not regret for a single second. Never had you met a man like Kento, someone who showed you nothing but respect and compassion. Someone who managed to cherish you like no one had ever done before, from the moment he woke up until the second he fell asleep. The guy didn’t even let the toilet seat stay up, if you could believe it.

The only downside was how demanding his job was, but even so, he did his very best to make up for his long hours. If he wasn’t at work, he went out of his way to spend his time with you. So on evenings he worked late, you could always expect him to call, his tired voice on the other side of the line.

“Hello, darling,” he’d sighed deeply. “Can I stay at your place tonight?” It never failed, always calling to make sure, even though the answer was always the same.

“Of course, baby. Can’t wait to see you.” The man even had his own key so he could come and go as he pleased. Initially, you’d given it to him so he could enter your apartment on the nights you had already gone to bed, without you having to come and unlock the door for him. Yet, he called every time.

But this time, you wanted to meet him when he came shuffling into your home. And twenty minutes later, while you were casually sitting on your couch watching tv, you heard the front door open. The familiar steps of your boyfriend came closer until a tired Kento appeared.

“Hi there,” you spoke softly, tilting your head at him.

“Hello,” he whispered before he leaned forward and placed a light peck on your lips.

“You okay?”

“Just tired.” He gave you a forced smile before he laid down on the couch, placing his head in your lap. Automatically, you started massaging his scalp which earned you a satisfied hum as you spotted how the corner of his lips curved upward just the tiniest bit.

“Wanna talk about it?” You barely noticed the weak shake of his head, because he was already about to fall asleep to the sound of your voice that sounded even more angelic now that he was exhausted. “Okay,” you whispered in response, letting your hand stroke his hair as you turned back to the tv.

A few minutes went by, just listening to how his breathing fell into a steady rhythm before he captured your attention by calling your name softly.

“I love you.”

Reactively, you drew a sharp breath out of pure shock, while Kento stayed perfectly still, his breathing just as calm as before.

Despite the fact that you’d been with him for quite some time now, and things were going really well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. When getting into this relationship, you’d known it would be a seriously committed one pretty much from the start, thinking of how established he was in all aspects of his life.

But that was your logic speaking, and love wasn’t supposed to be logical. If you only thought about how you felt, it was easy. Nothing had ever been easier than loving the man that made you feel so safe, in every way imaginable.

“I love you,” you whispered in response, before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. A satisfied smile painted his already gorgeous features, before you sensed he finally drifted asleep.

toji fushiguro

Physical intimacy had never been an issue in your relationship. That’s where it all started after all; meaningless sex. Somewhere along the line the relationship just sort of happened.

After yet another eventful night, Toji had spent the night for the first time. You’d laid in silence for half an hour after finishing before he had dared to snake his arm around your waist to pull you into a tight embrace, and that without a single ounce of struggle. The second you’d felt his body pressed up against yours, you’d felt an unfamiliar tingle fill you from top to toe. You were sure he could feel your heart beat with immense force against your chest, but he just chose not to say anything about it.

The next morning, you’d felt a slight twinge in your heart when you’d woken up to an empty bed. That was until you could smell bacon. Tiredly, you’d taken small steps into the kitchen, surprised to see Toji already up, cooking you breakfast.

“Morning,” he’d said, not looking at you, like it this was all a normal occurrence.

“Morning.” The word had barely made its way passed your lips, so in shock by the scene taking place in front of you. Without saying much more, he’d set the table and served the food. Neither of you mentioned the cuddling that had taken place, but that was the start of it all.

From that day, spending the night happened regularly. Not just that, but you started sharing pretty much every meal together, and just hanging out doing everyday, mundane stuff. It wasn’t just sex anymore. However, despite the fact that you introduced each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, you felt like something was missing.

Toji wasn’t an emotional guy, and you struggled to get him to open up. What was worse, was how you could tell he had a past that troubled him, and you’d grown so desperately fond of him to the point where you wanted to be of help to him. Still, six months deep in the relationship, you hadn’t cracked the exterior yet but you stayed patient.

To make up for the lack of emotional depth, he definitely knew how to satisfy you physically. As right now, when he was snuggly placed deep between your legs, burying his dick deep into you with each thrust.

Nobody had known your body better than Toji, as he was well aware of how to pleasure every inch of you. It was also proven by how he hit just the right spot with every movement, rubbing against your sensitive clit on impact. With a need to have him as close to you as possible, feeling his warm skin against yours, you had your arms clung around him, nails digging into his back.

“Toji-“ you moaned like a plead for him, to which he easily obeyed. The sound of his name coming from your delicious lips, so desperate for him, is all he needed to go deeper and faster into your wet pussy.

“That’s right, baby,” his husky voice spoke as he pressed sloppy kisses on your neck in between his rhythmic thrusts. “Taking it so good.”

One of your hands slide to the back of his head, your fingers running through his dark hair. Just as he thrusts into you one more time, hitting that sweet, sweet spot, you can’t help but tug at his hair causing a groan of pleasure to escape him. Biting back the whines bubbling up inside you, you knew you were close.

Suddenly, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, still not breaking his steady pace of shoving his dick between your tight walls.

“Hngh— I love you,” he breathed, making you open your eyes to meet his intense, but loving gaze. Had he just said that?

The hand that was previously in his hair, found its way to his flushed cheek, bringing his head to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you, too,” you force out in between your moans, grazing your lips against his.

He doesn’t hold back, crashing his lips into yours in a rich and passionate kiss. He began to rock his hips in a slower pace, but it felt different. Every thrust, every movement, every touch was so much deeper now— emotional. Quietly, he muffled those three words into the kiss once again, you hand still on his face in order to keep him as close as possible.

So many times you’d wanted to utter the words, too scared that it wouldn’t have been reciprocated. But finally, he had been the one to confess first and it had been nothing less than beautiful.

ryomen sukuna

“No, fuck you, Sukuna!” You shouted at him before storming down the dimly lit street. You wanted to get as far away from that party, from that atmosphere, and him as humanly possible.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that,” he groaned in frustration. He stayed a safe, but consistent, six feet behind you.

“Like what, exactly?” You waved your hands around, needing to put your anger somewhere that wasn't a fist to his face.

“Like a-“ you snap around immediately, shutting him up before he could finish the statement.

“Say ‘like a bitch’ and I swear, you’ll regret it!” He stifled the amused grin about to form on his face at the sight of you, practically having smoke blow out of your ears. Even he knew it wasn’t the time to joke around.

You hated how he stood so casually. Unlike you, his shoulders were rested, hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket and his head slightly tilted, looking down on you with just the tiniest frown on his eyebrows.

“You humiliated me.” Your voice is low now, finally letting the disappointment shine through the anger.

“I couldn’t just let him flirt with you like that. You're my girl.”

“Not for long if you keep it up like this.” He instantly rolled his eyes at you, his own frustration starting to build up as the memories of that asshole hitting on you came flooding back.

“This is ridiculous,” he sighed, taking a few steps forward to get closer to you.

“No, I have every reason to be upset! You pounced on the guy. I’m pretty sure you damn near broke his jaw!”

Rolling his neck, he tried to remain calm. The face of the random guy flashed behind his closed eyes, lust in his eyes as he was looking down on you with a satisfied grin.

“What was I supposed to do? Huh? Let him have his way with you? Take you to bed? Fuck you?” He was slipping, his voice raising to match yours.

“You’re not serious right now?” You huffed the hypothetical question. “How about you trust me, your girlfriend, that I'm able to defend herself against sleazes like him!” The anger was taking control of your body, making you take a few steps closer to Sukuna as well, in hopes it might get your point across.

“He didn’t even back off when I tried to be civil at first!”

“Civil? You call threatening his life civil?”

You felt like tearing your hair out in nuisance. Just the fact that you had to argue with your boyfriend on the matter that he was so clearly in the wrong had you seeing red.

“When that didn’t work, I had no other choice!” You couldn’t care less by the fact that you were having a very public shouting match just a stone’s throw away from the party you’d just left.

“No other choice?! Are you hearing yourself?”

“Are you? You’re really expecting me to stand by when I see that shit?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what,” you breathed as you slowly began to back away from him, holding your hands up in defence. “You can stay at your own place tonight.”

Before you managed to turn around, he grabbed your arm to keep you looking at him. “Like hell I am!” He snapped.

“Let go off me,” you said through gritted teeth.

The look in his eyes told you he knew better than to keep his clutch on you. But he didn’t keep his mouth shut. “I won’t apologise for stopping that fucker from even thinking of you in that way.”

“Why not? Because I genuinely believe I deserve one?” You shouted at him.

“Because I love you,” he shouted back just as loud.

You couldn’t help but to scoff at him, a sad expression falling on your face. “That’s not funny, ‘Kuna.” Your voice was quiet now, doing your very best not to let it crack, but you could already feel your chin had started to quiver.

“I’m not,” he spoke calmly with a slight raise of his eyebrows in an attempt to make you believe his words were genuine.

You liked your lips, still using all the power in you not to break in front of him. At some point during your relationship, you’d both become achingly aware of your feelings for him despite not having said those three little words.

It always appeared, both to you and to everyone looking from the outside, that the relationship was a lot more intense and real for you than it was for him. So if he said those words just to shut you up and win the argument, you could never forgive him.

You took a deep breath in through the nose before exhaling in a desperate attempt to calm your uncontrollable emotions before talking. “If this is one of your sick jokes, we’re done!”

He sported one of his idiotic smirks and you wanted to wipe it off immediately as he slowly walked up to you so he could reach you. The throbbing of your heart could probably be heard from blocks away as your willpower finally broke, letting the tears fall.

A sob slipped out of you when he spoke your name softly, making you believe his words. His usually rough hands, snuck their way to capture your jaw with a tender grip. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whispered in return.

choso kamo

I’ll never be good enough for her.

Choso had lost count of how many times that damned thought ran through his mind, but he just couldn’t help it. Looking at you, no one would ever think you could even settle for someone like him.

Your heart was pure and kind, always looking out for those around you whether you knew them or not. Where he fell short in sense of socialising, you always managed to step up and make the most out of every situation. But despite a gentle soul, you were firm in what you believed in, which meant you did not tolerate bullshit, to which he admired greatly.

And to top it all off, you were drop dead gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking, blessed by all the mightier powers that might exist. There was no doubt you could have absolutely anyone you wanted, so why were you with him? He wasn’t anything special.

“Cho?” Your voice snapped him out of his spiral, staring at your kind face which flashed him a small smile of worry. “You okay? You barely touched your food.”

With a small shake of the head, he tried to shudder his insecurities off and be with you in the present. “Yeah, no, just not very hungry, I guess,” he stumbled over his words, picking at the food in front of him with his fork.

“You wanna go somewhere else?” You shrugged casually, before taking your own bite of your food.

Just as he was about to answer, you were disturbed by a tall person approaching the table. Both of you turning to look at the guy standing at the table, gawking down on you with a confident grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Hey,” it chimed deeply from the handsome guy, laced with seduction. Looking back at you, Choso could already see the irritation build up. “You looked all disappointed from where I was sitting. How about I save you from this miserable date?”

Choso’s defense got repressed in his throat at the sheer disbelief of the situation. He’d been unfortunate enough to witness people flirting with you, but no one had ever been so shameless to interrupt like this when he was sitting right there.

With a polite, but very clearly forced chuckle, you opened your mouth to speak. “Uhm, no thanks, this is my boyfriend.” The stranger turned to look at Choso, who pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“Please,” he dragged on. “I can make you happier than this guy.”

“I don’t think you could.” Your words were clearly getting more and more aggressive, but your tone stayed polite— for now.

Under the table, Choso felt you stretch out your leg so you’d be able to touch him in one way or another. It always brought you comfort, even if just the tiniest inch of him was in contact with you.

“Why don’t you just give me your number?” He still had that insufferable grin smeared on his face. Choso wished so deeply he could be able to just knock him out, or anything, but he was frozen in his seat.

“Look, I’m not interested.” You were slipping, Choso noticed.

“Come on. Pretty thing like you deserves-“

“Hey,” you shot in, shutting the stranger up immediately. Your voice was strong and steady, but there was a new sensation to it, as if was laced with venom “I am here with my boyfriend, who I’m in love with, okay?” What? “No no-good loser, who didn’t get enough attention as a child so they have to harass strangers in public, could even stand a chance. So walk along!” You shooed him off.

With a displeased scoff, he turned to walk away, reluctantly accepting his defeat. Turning back to look at Choso, your anger immediately evaporated at the sight of your loving boyfriend. Who, by the way, was staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Can you believe that guy? Let’s go somewhere else,” you said unconcerned as you started to pack your things. You stopped in your rushed tracks when Choso spoke your name in utter surprise.

“The thing that you said-“ was all he had to say for the heat to rush to your face, immediately starting to avoid his eyes. Oh, his gorgeous eyes that were staring holes into you right now.

“Picked up on that, did you?” you said with an awkward laugh. There hadn’t been many instances where Choso had seen you speechless like now, fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater.

Choso could have died right there and then, and he would have died truly happy. It was like the confirmation he had needed.

He blinked away the shock to reach his hand across the table to intertwine his fingers with yours. “I love you, too.” Finally finding the courage within you again, you locked eyes with him, letting out a deep breath of relief.

“Would have been kind of awkward if you didn’t,” you joked off, earning you the most wonderful sound of his laugh. “I love you,” you said for real this time.

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a/n so this is a little different but i was listening to an instrumental version of cigarettes after sex's apocolypse and so many of these scenarios just came popping into my head. might do a pt. 2. going away for five days now so probably wont be writing ALSO, i am not a smut writer so sorry for the bad writing there lol

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leaawrites · 3 days

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Silence and Peace

Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n doesn't like Percy very much, until one quiet night changes everything.

Warnings: use of Y/n, female reader, kinda suggestive, no specific cabin,

Wordcount: 1.8k

I'm back! If you have any requests or whatever, send them in! Though I might need a while to finish stuff right now :(

Btw, thinking of making a part 2 of this? What do you think?

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In the quiet hours of Camp Half Blood, when all campers were asleep and nobody could disturb her peace, Y/n sat on the beach. Watching the waves crash against the shore longingly like they were her second home. She watched the ocean come and go. She watched the sand cover her feet and making her sink deeper every time a wave came to her. For her, that was freedom. Long hours of silence. A peace so immaculate nobody could blame her for it. Nobody could make her drown in agony in those moments.

Not even Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. The boy who watched her from afar one night and couldn’t look away ever since. He watched her helping other campers with a mesmerizing look in his eyes. One that screamed at everyone walking past, “that is gonna be my girl.”

And if she loved the ocean so much, she would love him the same, right? Wrong. She wasn’t his girl. She never even though about being his girl. He was always just Percy Jackson. The boy who bullied her for being older but still smaller than him. It wasn’t even that much of time between them. Seven months. Seven months was enough for him to make fun of her. Because Percy had no idea how to get a girls attention otherwise.

So that was his plan. Make her hate him if that was the only way for him to talk to her. Stupid boy.

Percy was stupid; you could ask about a dozen people and they would agree. He wasn’t dumb, but stupid. That kind of stupid that would get defeated by Annabeth after being distracted by a girl walking by. That kind of stupid that would stumble over his own feet when she approached him to complete her duties at camp. That kind of stupid that walked over to her one night and sat down next to her with nothing but static silence and the rapid sound of his heartbeat in his head. He was stupid in love.

“Why do you always watch the ocean but never go in?” He asked, scaring the girl and making her look at him wide eyed.

“I-” she began talking before shutting up. Every time she saw him, she prepared herself to get a snarky remark out of his mouth instead of a civil conversation. Though now he talked to her like a normal person. He talked to her like they were friends. “What are you doing here?”

Percy chuckled, averting his eyes from the moon towards her. Eyes sparkling, a kind of tiredness filling his face. “I don’t think you should be the one asking.”

It wasn’t meant mean. It wasn’t meant harmful in any way. However Y/n received enough comments with the same tone to roll her eyes and look away from him in annoyance. In her head, he wasn’t there to keep her company or even - dare I say - comfort. He was only there to annoy and tease her.

“Look, Percy, I was really enjoying my peace before you came, so maybe, would you be so kind, and leave me alone. Just this once. In the morning you can say whatever you wanna say to me, just not tonight,” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and letting her head rest on them, her voice tired and stifled.

Percy looked at the girl like she was going insane. Like somehow she murdered three people and wasn’t afraid for him to be the next. Which, Percy assumed, probably was one thought in her head at the moment. Even when he could never imagine her doing harm to anyone or anything. She was the smart, kind, classy girl in camp. The sweet, blooming field of flowers that everyone adored. Him included. He adored her.

“You know, when I’m seeking peace at night, I also visit the ocean,” he told her, making her look up at him. She was surprised he was still sat next to her, talking in tranquility. It felt foreign, yet normal in a fascinating sense to her. A person can be so different at night. Or was it only because he was at peace now? “Lately it felt like I visited a girl as well.”

It took her a moment, but then she understood what he meant. This wasn’t the first time he came here. It was, however, the first time he made himself known, which surprised her. When you think of Percy Jackson the first adjectives would be sarcastic, extroverted and brave not shy, calm and soft. At least not to her.

“You were watching me?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and, what Percy assumed to be disgust, but actually it was surprise. Y/n was surprised that he seemed interested in her.

“I also like to swim, but that wasn’t possible since you occupied the ocean’s attention for most of the time,” he told her, sighing in acted sadness.

Y/n laughed at his terrible performance, making him smile in return. “You should’ve just walked past. I would’ve been gone in a second if I knew it was you.”

Something in that sentence made Percy’s heart drop. Maybe it was the face that she would’ve been gone. Or maybe it was because she would’ve been gone because it was him. Anyway, something about it made him uncomfortable in his own skin.

“You also could’ve stayed,” he told her, not looking at her, missing the soft smile and tender look dancing in her eyes. “Bet you wouldn’t have minded seeing me without a shirt.” There it was. The comment she waited for, combined with the smirk she knew all too well. Percy was terrible at flirting and she wouldn’t have said what she eventually did if they hadn’t been all alone at this hour.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have.”

Percy’s mouth stood open with surprise, while she shrugged nonchalant and bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh that wanted to escape her so badly. The boy wasn’t used to her actually jump on the joke and tease him back, though he couldn’t deny that he somehow liked it.

After a moment of thinking, he took his chance. Pulling his shirt over his head and making his way towards the water, he turned to her with a smirk. “Well, if that’s the case.”

Y/n wanted to watch the beach, she came specifically to this place to do just that. Watch the waves and the shore and the sky and the moon. Though now her eyes were focusing on something else. She watched Percy dip in the water, breaking the surface, with such gentleness, she wanted him to touch her just the same. She watched him swim for a bit. Watched him look at her and act like he was being attacked to get a laugh out of her. His head sticking out of the water to watch her reaction. When he saw her enjoying his company for once, he smiled back. It was nice knowing to be the reason for one’s happiness. Especially someone you wanted to make happy every day.

As he came back, Y/n tried to keep her focus on the moon, only betraying her quest when Percy sat down next to her again. Shirt still laying next to him.

Percy turned his head, only in time to catch her eyes traveling over his now shivering body. The night air hitting his skin with discomfort.

“You should put your shirt back on or you’re gonna get sick,” she said, looking at him. Her eyes catching a water drop sliding down his face and following it. He ignored her comment but still put his shirt back on.

“When you said that you would’ve gone if I was to just walk past and into the water, was that only because of me or would you have gone if any other person would’ve been in my position?” He asked her, making her look away from him again. She didn’t answer though Percy knew the answer now. “You don’t like me very much.”

“It’s hard to like you, when you constantly try to embarrass me,” she said, finally. Finally she didn’t just walk past him, ignoring his comments like they weren’t meant for her. Though it was obvious to everyone.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Percy admitted. Grover was right, he thought.

After he finally told someone about his crush on the girl, Grover was quick to educate him that that wasn’t the way to get a girlfriend. “I was just trying to get your attention,” he admitted quietly.

Y/n laughed at that, her hand over her mouth. “Why would you want my attention?” She asked him.

“What?” Percy didn’t understand how that seemed so impossible to the girl next to him.

“Percy, be serious. You couldn’t possibly want my attention so bad. I mean, why would you? You have the attention of all the girls, why mine?”

Percy had never been so mad at himself and at her too. He wanted to tell her that he was just joking. He wanted to tell her that he had no idea why he wanted her. But the truth was he knew. He laid awake enough nights asking himself the same question. Then again, he was mad at her for thinking that. He was mad again at her that she couldn’t see all what he saw in her in herself.

“I like you, okay? I really do. I like the way you talk kindly to everyone and I like your smile and your cleverness. I like that you’re always there for everyone and that you listen to me even though I’ve been horrible to you,” he told her it all. Everything that he thought about he told her. “I like your bubbly personality and how you can’t seem to stand normal after staying up for a moment. I like how messy you are and yet put together. I like your face and your eyes and you. I like you for how you are.”

“Well, Jackson, your strategy isn’t really good. I mean, teasing a girl to get her attention usually just works in books,” she told him.

Percy couldn’t believe it. He just poured her a cup of his heart and she decides to dump it into the ocean.

“But this is nice,” she eventually added. “I like this side of you. The quite and vulnerable one. The one who’s flirty and sarcastic in a lovable way. The one who fakes his death to make me laugh.”

“What does that mean now?” Maybe she didn’t dump it all in the ocean. Only a part of it. The part she didn’t like.

“It means that if you show me more of that side, I could eventually start liking you too. Would that be alright?” She asked hoping for a yes and a agreement from him.

She got more though. She got a relieved ‘yes’, a promise and a smiling and blushing boy.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #pjo imagine #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo

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RadioStatic Week Day 3 - Jealous/Posessive - "Your Laugh is Mine" (SFW ticklefic)

All day he'd kept his claws off the Radio Demon and let him go about his daily business. Forced to watch as the object of his obsession talked to other people. Conducted business with them, made small talk, cracked jokes. He hated how they made him laugh and smile. How those people gave him what he wanted. Vox knew he could do better.

And it was worst with the ladies. Alastor was far too kind to them. To the point it made Vox sick. The only time he even felt the smallest pang of guilt over these emotions is when the lady was Rosie. He respected the deep connection the two shared. But if it be anyone else, jealousy was sure to run rampant.

As the day went on, Vox became more fidgety. His body itchy. Everything in him wanted that furry deer back home and in his arms. Evening felt like it couldn't come soon enough. He was already daydreaming of all the things he wanted to do, making the wait all the more agonizing.

“I'm back!” the door clicked open and in came Alastor. Vox was already there, offering to takr his jacket and even unlace his shoes. Dinner was ready. Jazz music played on the radio. Whatever the deer wanted was only a whim away. “I think you love me too much.” Alastor cooed as he was lead to the dinner table.

“Nope. I love you just enough.” Vox held out a cooked human hand, humming in adoration as Alastor leaned forward to nibble each finger off. A playful look coming to his face.

“You love me so much you're even hand-feeding me!”

Vox snorted at the double meaning. Such a charming sense of humor. “Speaking of loving you so much…” his voice trailed off as he lost himself in Alastor's eyes. A small nibble at his own fingers shook him out of the daze with a frightened shout. As much as he loved the other, he was still a beast to be reckoned with. A unique, dangerous, and downright gorgeous beast.

The TV headed man offered more food. Smiling as it was gingerly eaten away. “I couldn't help but watch how you interacted with everyone today. They gave you what you wanted. Satisfied you. Made you smile. Laugh.”

“Mhm. What's your point?” Alastor smacked his lips, signaling he was done with dinner. Vox wiped the blood from his mouth, losing himself in those eyes again. They were always so expressive, and right now they were full of love and interest. Wondering what fantasies had been running through that dumb box head.

They went to bed, Alastor the first to settle down and get comfortable. Vox was right at his side. Wasting no time in getting his claws on that furry belly. Scratching at it and digging in possessively. “This soft little thing? It's mine.” His voice was strong. Not accepting any sort of argument. Whatever Alastor tried to say was silenced at the feeling of a tummy kiss.

Warmth focused on the mouth area of Vox’s screen as he planted kisses at the waist line. He gently pushed up Alastor's shirt as he trailed kisses up to his belly button. Then a blue tongue projected out of his screen to draw buzzy lines around the sensitive spot.

“Vox, darling. You don't have to–”

“I want to.” A firm grip came on his sides as warm kisses and electronic licks graced that fuzzy deer belly. Alastor couldn't help but fluster at the tender care. One hand rested on the back of Vox’s head while the other came up to his mouth to hide the noise that wanted to come out. A task that became harder when the hands on his sides began lightly scratching the soft body.

Alastor was now biting into his hand. Desperate attempts to hold back noise. Vox was quick to tug it away. “I want to hear you. Are you really going to let all those other people hear your beautiful voice and laughter all day then keep it hidden from me?”

“I suppose that is unfair of me, hmm?”

“It's criminal.” Vox blew a strange, vibrating form of a raspberry square on that belly button. Tickling his claws into the sensitive sides. A loud laugh echoed in response. “See, I bet that felt good, right?”

“It does feel good to let loose and laugh.”

“Good! Because all those laughs are mine, you hear? Every sound you make tonight will be mine.” Vox stared directly into Alastor's eyes as his claws scribbled around the belly button. Small giggles ensued. “Every little whine, laugh, breath, wheeze, beg, and whatever comes in-between is mine.”

“No it's not!” Alastor playfully teased.

The claw dipped into the center of that tummy with a small electric shock. That seemed to bring the radio demon back into his place with a storm of uncontrollable laughter.

“Yes. It. Is.”

#radiostatic week 2024 #sfw tickle community #ticklefic #lee!alastor #ler!vox #possessive #my writing

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Could you do an Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland body swap

Friendly neighborhood Peter

Andrew P.OV.

We have just finished the last of the promon pictures for our new upcoming movie for Marvel. What a great and nostalgic ride that was. It has been years since I last wore this costume on set and I have to say I miss it. It makes me sad that some stupid conflict many years ago ended our third movie, which could've been amazing.

Tobey has left to meet with Kirsten. Me and Tom were left alone together to chat about our lives. What a great kid, he's so talented. It's hard for me to admit that, but I envy him. The attention is nice, I won't deny that, but I just loved making those movies. I would do anything to trade with him. Does that sound mad? Sorry. Another daydreaming episode. I have to think about my own life again now.

Tom's P.O.V.

I want to stay here and talk to Andrew about acting and working as an actor for the role of Spider-man. I truly do. But I am already nervous about all the paparazzi out there. Recently they have made my life horrible. I haven't had privacy for years. I am proud for the movies and the work we all have put into them, but the other side of this is just exhausting. Andrew says, that I should enjoy it while it last, that fame fades out and the work eventually gets finished. Maybe it's too selfish at this point, but I would like it to end. I would do anything to trade with Andrew and have a kind of life he has.

The two "Peter Parkers" had no idea what it meant for them that night. Just a stupid simple wish at the back of their head. Well, someone is lucky today.

Tom's P.O.V.

Either this is a very bizarre dream or someone did a very elaborate prank on me. I am looking at Andrew. But I am looking in the mirror, where usually my reflection stares back at me. How is this even possible?

I calm down and after a while I get out of bed. I am in Andrew's apartement. His place looks nice, neat, surprisingly. I take off a shirt and put it on. While sliding it on my new torso. I notice my new biceps. Damn, Andrew, you're not so bad. I thought you gave up body-building. But this is quite nice.

The exploring didn't stop there. I dropped my or (Andrew's?) boxers to get a nice view. I was welcomed by a hairy co 7 inch long dick. Not bad again Andrew. I started to jerk it. While enjoying the body of a 40 year old in a great shape, some woman came into the room and with no expression just said:"If you wanna come to the premiere you gotta speed up and get dressed. Be ready in 30"

Oh shit. Was that his girlfriend? Or maybe a manager. I don't know what is worse. The indifference or the fact she saw me like this.

I might have some explaining to do when I see Andrew in my body at the premiere.

Andrew's P.O.V.

What was weirder, I didn't recognize my body. I had bigger muscles, lean chest and nice 6 pack. I could even feel the stench of a younger body. Even my skin was visible younger.

I got up from the bed to find out that this body sleeps naked in bed.

I went to the nearest mirror. Holy shit. It's Tom

I was shocked at first, but then I remembered what I thought about last night. Maybe, this is a way from the universe to show me if I truly hate my life or if this is the life for me.

I went back to bed to rest. Well... maybe not rest, but whatever. It's nobody's bussiness how many times I have jerked off Tom's dick. It's also nobody's bussiness to ask how long was I in the shower afterwards and if the scream were of pain or pleasure

Shit. I love Tom's style. His wardrobe is filled with such nice clothes. I don't even know what to pick. Even showing of his abs looks amazingly stylish

Andrew and Tom bumped into each other right in front of the journalists.

"How you feeling man?"

"Young! And the best I have felt in years. Your body was a nice surprise. How are you holding on?"

"Well, I have to say that I can't complain either. I mean, you have a much more calmer life than I do. Wouldn't mind if we had this for a few weeks."

"Oh, I don't think I would mind either. It would be an honor for me to take care of your life Tom"

"Don't call me like that now, TOM! People might think you're on drugs. Haha. And yeah, let's make it a deal. We don't even know how to swap back, but when we do find out we swap back on our own terms. Deal?"

"Deal!"

The two of them embraced each other in a hug and laughed about it

This couldn't have worked out better for the two of them

#accidental body swap #body swap #male body swap #body switch #celebrity body swap

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Maybe pt. 8

Pairing: Norm MacLean X Female Reader or OC if you squint

Former friends to a relationship?

Life is pretty easy in Vault 33 until you're trying to rekindle a former friendship and Raiders attack. Now, our main characters are trying to navigate newfound feelings, all while undercovering the mysteries of Vault 33. Stay tuned. Follows the main storyline of season 1; some events may be reordered for plot.

Following the council meeting and Norm's reassignment, the two of you are enjoying a quiet evening together when a single question threatens to dredge up a whirlwind of emotions.

Part 1 Here. Part 6 Here

Part 2 Here Part 7 Here

Part 3 Here Part 9 Here

Part 4 Here

Part 5 Here

Norm was convinced you thought he was a lunatic.

One minute, the two of you were relaxing on the sofa. Norm‘s head resting against your lap while you read. The occasional brush of your fingers through his hair threatens to lull him to sleep. The next, he found himself unable to stop ranting and raving, all because of a simple question. How did everything go today? The book you were reading was long since discarded to the side as you gave him your full attention. He went on detailing the events of his day, from his “reassignment” at the council meeting to his first interaction with the raiders locked in the vault reading room. You didn’t interrupt, though he wasn’t sure he could have stopped even if you had. His frustrations with the council and whatever happened in the Vaults were not subtle. Norm always appreciated the candor you two shared when it came to communication. Still, he couldn’t help feeling some unease divulging all of these feelings, unsure of how you’d respond.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, putting his hand on his forehead and moving to sit upright. “Seeing how we treated them today, with food and kindness, just sent me over the edge.” Nothing about this situation with the Raiders felt right to him. Four square meals a day and a soft bed weren’t exactly punishment; how was no one else seeing it?

“Cause it feels like the opposite of justice…” you validated after listening to everything he had to say about his punishment from the council and the situation he experienced with the Raiders.

“Yes,” his tone laced with utmost seriousness. “We watched people commit some of the most heinous acts we could imagine, and now we’re expected to be the bigger person and move on?”

You felt the weight of the shared resentment settles between you, the reality of the situation pressing heavily on your shoulders. Memories of recent events resurfaced with a vengeance, emotions that had been buried away over the last few days trying to escape. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the feelings of pain and anger were already seeping out uncontrolled.

“For god’s sake, I had to kill a man with a pipe wrench the other day, and the council just wants to…” you stopped short, your words hanging before you like a poison in the air. You had avoided saying it out loud since that night, hopeful it would help you forget having to come to terms with the actions you took.

Norm’s eyes widened with surprise. You had implied what had happened after the two of you were separated down Vault 32’s corridor, but he never pressed you for details you weren’t ready to share. He figured you were still processing your actions from the night of the raid but taking another life to save your own- a decision forced on you because of someone else's actions. He knew this was your nightmare scenario. Of course, you both had been reeling this entire time; how had he not noticed until now? He copied your gesture from the days before, offering his hand and intertwining it with yours with a squeeze. You took another deep breath, your eyes locking with Norm’s, raw with shared pain and anger.

“You shouldn’t have been there alone, and I’ll always hate that part of myself for that.”

“Don’t, you know full well how rushing into that situation would have gone. We’re here now.” You leaned in, pressing your forehead against Norm’s, a gesture of solidarity and unspoken promise. “We’ll get through this, Norm. One step at a time, together.”

The two of you continued this way throughout the evening, seamlessly shifting between playful banter and serious discussions. There were moments of shared laughter and tears, with deep emotions surfacing. As the hours passed, you both gradually moved from the couch to sprawling across the living room floor. Norm ended up lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, while you found a comfortable spot on your stomach.

“Your turn,” Norm says, encouraging another round of the question game you’ve been playing.

“Hmmm, if you could go back to before and experience one thing, what would it be?”

“Come on,” Norm groans, “there’s no point in...”

“Oh, please. At least try to be a little fun,” you tease.

He laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine.” He couldn’t help but give in to you. Norm ponders for a minute. “Maybe getting to experience an arcade or comic shop in their heyday, the way they’re portrayed in movies at least. Atomic Command on the Pip-Boy is only so entertaining; something new would be fun. Plus a day to do something I enjoy, with no obligations, maybe meet people who like the same things as me. What about you?”

“The national parks,” you answer immediately, without needing to think. “All of them, any one of them, wouldn’t matter. Even just sitting there to experience them with all my senses, that would be my day,” you say, conjuring up images from the picture books you read as a kid.” It’s heartbreaking seeing how we just squandered... never mind, we don’t need to end tonight on a sour note.”

Norm nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Yeah, well, at least we’ve got these moments now. I guess that counts for something.”

You smile, feeling a sense of connection. “Yeah, it really does.” You stretch and move to stand while announcing, “It’s getting late; I should probably head out.”

“I’ll walk you you back.”

“Such a gentleman,” you gush, heading out the door. Norm laughs. “I think that’s a sentiment only you and my mom would share.”

“Well, your mom and I have excellent taste,” you reply with a wink. “Aside from your wit and charm, you’re an incredibly thoughtful and caring, Norm. One of the many reasons I enjoy spending time with you.”

He grins a hint of bashfulness in his eyes. “Thanks. You know, you’re pretty amazing yourself. You have this way of making even the simplest moments feel special.”

You feel a warmth spread through you at his words. “That means a lot, Norm.”

As you both reach the door of your living quarters, you turn to face Norm, a smile resting on your lips.

“Well, here we are,” you say softly.

“Yeah,” Norm replies, a hint of nervousness in his voice. He hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath. “Can I... can I kiss you?”

Your heart flutters at his question. “I’d like that,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Norm steps closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he gently cups your face with his hands and leans in. The world seems to slow down as his lips meet yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It's soft and sweet, filled with the promise of more shared moments.

As you pull back, you both smile, your foreheads resting against each other for the second time this evening. “That was nice,” you say, your voice filled with warmth.

“Yeah, it was,” Norm agrees, his eyes shining with happiness. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Norm,” you reply, feeling a contented glow as you watch him walk away.

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Norm is lost in thought, walking home with a faint smile on his face. He rounds the corner of the hallway leading back to his living quarters and nearly collides with Betty Pearson.

“Whoa, Norm! Didn’t see you there,” Betty exclaims, steadying herself.

“Sorry, Betty,” Norm replies, snapping back to reality. “I didn’t see you either.”

She raises an eyebrow and glances at her Pip-Boy. “It’s pretty late to be out for a walk, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I was just, uh, walking a friend home,” Norm says, trying to sound casual as a faint blush creeps up his cheeks.

Betty’s eyes narrow slightly, a knowing look crossing her face. “I’ve noticed you and (Y/N) have been spending quite a bit of time together lately.”

Norm shifts uncomfortably, not wanting to reveal too much. “Yeah, we’ve been hanging out. She’s good company.”

Betty smiles, but there’s a hint of something more in her expression. “That’s nice to hear. It’s important to find good company these days. Just remember, people are always watching. It’s easy to lose track of time when you’re with someone special.”

“Thanks, Betty. I’ll keep that in mind,” Norm replies, feeling a bit uneasy as he continues down the hallway, Betty’s words lingering in his mind.

#norm maclean #norm maclean x oc #norm maclean x reader #fallout tv series #fallout series

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Living with the Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 4

Chapter: one, two, three, four

Read this fic on AO3 (Link)

Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Raphael has a nightmare after a meeting with his father, causing him to have a little accident with Tav. Tav shares how her own relationship with her father made her hide her past from the world.

(AN: Tav didn't use Speak with the Dead on Haarlep, so she doesn't know who Raph's daddy is. Lots of daddy issues in this one)

TW: Blood, Violence, Mentions of Parental Abuse, Mentions of Child Abuse

When she woke up, Raphael had already left the house. Korrilla was watching her from the chair she usually sat in when she was keeping an eye on her in the early mornings after Raphael had left, or in the evenings when Tav went to bed before him.

“Good morning, Tav,” Korrilla said with a smile.

Tav rubbed her eyes. Everything hurt after Raphael had his fun with her the whole night.

“Morning,” Tav mumbled and sat up to get out of the bed. She inhaled sharply from the pain in her lower body.

Korrilla wore an amused expression as she watched her stumble out of bed. Tav could barely walk properly. She narrowed her eyes at Korrilla’s knowing smile.

“Not a word, Korrilla…please,” Tav warned and practically limped to the restoration pool.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Korrilla answered with a chuckle as she followed her.

Tav breathed a sigh of relief as she slid into the pool. The water soothed her aching body immediately. While she was bathing, she noticed that Korrilla was looking at her with an odd expression on her face. It was as if she was thinking hard about something.

“See something you like?” Tav teased from the pool.

“I know better than to dare touch the boss’s new plaything,” she retorted with a smile before returning to her contemplating stare. “I should probably warn you about something…”

“About…?” Tav asked.

Korrilla hesitated for a moment.

“Raphael is meeting with Mephistopheles today. They are…Well, let’s just say that they are not on the best of terms. You’d be wise to avoid him when he gets home. You should not talk to him or get in his way. He can be in quite the mood after those kinds of meetings.”

“Alright…” Tav said.

“But you didn’t hear that from me, understand? Don’t make me regret warning you,” Korrilla said.

“Right, sure,” Tav said and nodded.

Not only did Raphael have a connection to the second most powerful devil in the Hells for some reason, but he also hated him…? Why did he even have to meet with him? He lives in Avernus, not Cania…Tav was starting to think that devil politics were even more complex than what she had read about them during her time as a librarian, and even those texts had made it seem insanely overcomplicated…

‘Quite the mood’ had to have been the understatement of the century when it came to describe Raphael’s mood when he returned.

Tav and Korrilla had been in the large main area of the house when he got home. The servants and debtors scattered immediately upon his arrival. Tav got a quick glimpse of him before Korrilla herded her into another room. There was fire in his eyes.

Korrilla and her sought refuge on one of the many balconies of the house. Tav’s eyes widened as she heard the sounds of whatever poor servant or debtor that had gotten in his way from inside the house. She heard the loud snapping of bones followed by a scream that made her blood run cold.

Korrilla was resting her elbows on the small table between them and gave Tav a weak smile as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world for her.

“He’ll calm down in an hour or two…” Korrilla said in a low voice. “He probably wouldn’t have touched you, as you are still important to his plans, but…you never know…”

Tav nodded.

It was the same nightmare that had haunted him for so many years. He was always younger in that dream, having barely grown into his immortality. He was standing in his father’s freezing halls. Mephistopheles himself was looking down at him from his frozen throne. The words that his father had said to him after he had chosen to leave Cania echoed through the throne room:

‘You can climb that ladder as much as you want, boy. You can play with mortals and try to bargain your way to as many souls as you please but remember that I will always be at the top of that ladder, looking down on you. Climb, little half-breed, and know that the higher you get, the more satisfying it will be for your dear father to see you fall…”

Raphael blinked and he was hanging above the maw of his father. He was fighting to get out of his grasp, but to no avail. He was digging his claws into him and fought with all he had, knowing that nothing would change his fate. The last thing he would ever feel would be his father’s teeth sinking into him and then darkness…

Though something was different this time. He heard someone scream his name before the darkness swallowed him whole…

Tav had been sleeping. Raphael’s arms were around her as usual, but she had heard a sound from him that stirred her from her sleep. He was mumbling something. His body was slightly twitching. Was he…dreaming?

His tail began thrashing, making thumping noises on the mattress. He made a sound that sounded close to a whimper. His grip around her suddenly tightened, making it hard for her to breathe.

“Raphael…” she wheezed and squeezed his arm to wake him up.

His claws dug deep into the skin of her stomach, and she dug her nails into his arms, trying to pry his hands off her.

“Raphael!” she wheezed again and started hitting his arms to get him off.

She screamed when the claws that were dug into her stomach started dragging in opposite directions, ripping up the skin. She heard him make a sharp inhale before everything went black.

She made a whining sound as she woke up. She heard someone sigh in what sounded like relief. She immediately felt that she was submerged in water and started flailing her limbs around.

“Easy, easy, easy,” Raphael said, and his arms tightened around her.

She was confused and breathing hard. Raphael was holding her in his arms in the restoration pool. She looked up at him. He was wearing an expression she had not seen on him before. His brow was furrowed, his eyes intense, and his mouth was turned downward. If she had not known him better, she would have said he looked slightly apologetic.

“You know,” Tav said weakly with a smile, her voice hoarse. “I think I’m starting to see the appeal of sleeping in a cell in the dungeons. Seems safer…”

Raphael’s look of slight worry morphed into his signature sneer at her little joke.

“You are insufferable,” he said.

“Guess you shouldn’t have saved me then,” Tav mumbled. “What the fuck happened, Raphael?”

His face returned into that odd expression again.

“A nightmare. My body must have responded to it in a…shall we say, less than ideal way…” he admitted.

Tav would have laughed if she had the energy to do so. ‘Less than ideal’ was certainly one way to put it, she thought. It was probably the closest she would ever get him to say ‘sorry’.

Raphael carried her out of the pool and laid her down on one of the bed-looking things at the side of the pool. Raphael left her there to go and put on a robe. He left the boudoir for a moment and came back with a servant who was carrying clean sheets.

He sat down at the foot of the bed and leaned up against the frame of it while he watched her. She rested her eyes for a moment.

“Ah-ah,” Raphael said sharply. “Keep your eyes open. You have lost a lot of blood.”

She sighed softly and opened her eyes. She was so tired and cold. The pool had healed her wounds, and her blood would replenish a lot faster than it would have done without it, but depending on how much blood she had lost, it could take a little while.

“How do you feel?” Raphael asked.

“I’ll be fine. It’s not my first time dying,” Tav said. Withers had resurrected her twice before during her adventure. It was never a particularly fun experience. “You can stop fussing.”

“I am not fussing,” Raphael said with a sneer. “Do not mistake this for some merciful act. I am not done with you, and I will not allow you to die just yet.”

She huffed at him. She got quiet for a moment. She was blinking slowly and yawning. She was so tired.

“Stay awake,” Raphael ordered again. “Keep speaking to me so I know that you will not fall asleep.”

“I was just blinking,” she mumbled then tried to think of anything to talk about. “It must have been quite the nightmare you had.”

“Mm,” he affirmed.

“Do you want to elaborate or…?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“No,” he said.

“You won’t even tell me what it was about? Your plan is to kill me eventually, so who am I going to tell?”

He looked at her for a moment, seemingly considering it.

“It was a nightmare about my father killing me,” he answered coldly. The lack of emotion in his voice and expression could not hide the glimmer of hate she saw in his eyes for a brief moment.

“Oh…”

Tav’s eyes softened slightly. That hit a bit too close to home for her comfort. She herself had been ridden with similar nightmares once. Back before she had to carefully remove every trace of her past…

Tav was unsure what to say. Any pitying or sympathetic remarks would most likely just piss him off. Her mind went completely blank due to her state of blood loss. She somehow settled on the most unhinged comment that could possibly have come out of her mouth:

“I can warmly recommend patricide…”

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Pardon?” Raphael said and tried to suppress his amusement at the odd comment.

“I found it quite therapeutic to kill mine,” she said with a shrug. “It worked on my nightmares like a charm.”

“I suspect that Mephistopheles would be slightly more difficult to kill than your mortal father, mouse,” he said with a smile. “Though I appreciate your sage advice.”

Oh. She put two and two together. Mephistopheles is his father. It suddenly made more sense why that meeting earlier in the day had pissed him off so much.

“I do see how that slightly complicates things…” she said.

“Indeed…” Raphael said. “Would I be wrong in assuming that you killing your father has something to do with the difficulty I had with tracing your past?”

“…No,” Tav said.

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“I’d rather not…” she answered. “I’ve used too much time on hiding the past to dig it up again.”

“Come now,” he said and squeezed her leg. “Your secret is safe with me, and I am oh so curious.”

She held her breath and then sighed. Raphael could probably find a way to use it against her somehow. Then again, the bastard was long dead, so what could it really hurt to talk about it?

“Should I bore you with the backstory as well?” she asked.

“Please,” Raphael said. “With the current pallor of your skin, it looks as if we still have plenty of time before we can retire.”

She sighed and nodded.

“My father was the only thing I’ve ever truly feared. The asshole hated me ever since I was born. For no particular reason, really. I just think he was born an evil bastard. He loved beating my mother almost as much as he loved beating me. It was every single day,” Tav’s voice was filled with contempt as she explained. “My face and parts of my upper body are permanently glamoured to hide some of what he did to me.”

“You are permanently scarred because of him?” Raphael asked with curiosity.

Tav nodded.

“It happened one day where he got furious with me. I don’t remember the reason he gave me for his tantrum on that particular day…” Tav said and took a deep breath before explaining further. “He held my face into the fireplace…I was ten years old. I still remember the smell of my own flesh burning. I was crying about the pain for days. I vividly when the bandages were taken off and he laughed at my now scarred face and commented that ‘now my face matched that pretty red hair I got from him’.”

Tav moved her hand to her face and traced a line down her face from her forehead to the side of her head and then to her chin.

“This whole part of my face is still scarred underneath the glamour because of that man,” she explained. “Anyway, as you already know, I moved to Baldur’s Gate to become an apprentice. My parents had let me go on the condition that I would visit them at least once each month. This one time, my teacher needed me to stay at the Gate for a couple more days, so I got home later than promised. That, of course, earned me a particularly rough beating from my dear father. I was an adult at this point but that did not stop him from trying to beat me into a pulp…Something snapped in me that day…”

A smile grew on Raphael’s face.

“And I suppose your old man got what was coming to him?” Raphael said.

“I used some of the few basic spells I had learned from my teacher. A combination of a grease spell and a firebolt, and the only man I have ever feared met his end. I’ll never forget the look of betrayal on his face as he started burning,” Tav said with a weak smile. “The whole house burned down with him in it.”

Raphael looked at her for a moment, still smiling.

“Do you ever regret what you did?” he asked.

“I only regret that I didn’t give him a slower death after all he had done,” she said genuinely.

“Mm,” Raphael hummed. “What happened to your mother?”

Tav was quiet for a moment too long. Her smile disappeared and her face hardened slightly.

“She didn’t want to leave his side, so she burned with him,” she said coldly. “It was her own foolish decisions that led her to her death.”

“Is that something you regret?” Raphael asked.

“No,” Tav said.

Raphael narrowed his eyes at her.

“You don’t live for as long as I have without having a keen sense for when someone is lying to you, my dear. Do you want to try again?” Raphael said.

“I am not lying,” Tav said stubbornly. “She didn’t want to leave him no matter how hard I tried to drag her out of the house. When someone is stupid enough to love someone so cruel and so evil, then they deserve to live, and die, with that choice. My mother did.”

Raphael was still studying her face with that smug expression. It was clear that he did not believe her, but he decided not to press the issue further.

“May I ask why you still hide your scars?” Raphael asked. “You won after all. The man who gave them to you is dead, so should you not wear them with pride?”

Tav shrugged.

“They look ugly, and they make people ask too many questions,” she said with a sigh. “And…I don’t want to be defined by what my father has done to me.”

Something indescribable flashed over Raphael’s feature at her last comment. It was gone in a second. Had it been on any other face than his, she would have said it looked like sympathy.

“Would it be awfully ill-mannered of me to ask if I could see those scars of yours?” Raphael asked.

“Why?” she asked.

“I’m simply curious,” he said. “There are no questions for me to ask since you have already told me your story. Your concern for your appearance is another matter, although I can assure you that it takes more than a few burn scars to rattle me.”

“I haven’t shown them to anyone in years,” Tav said.

“So why not now?” Raphael countered. “You know your fate is to stay in this house until I take what is mine. Why not go out as you are and not as who you pretend to be?”

Tav’s eyes narrowed at him.

“And who do I ‘pretend’ to be, Raphael?” she asked.

“Someone who is untouchable,” he said with a smirk. “Someone without scars, in both the literal and metaphorical sense.”

She huffed in annoyance, but then she got an idea.

“Fine…I’ll show you,” she said with a smile. “If you do something for me first.”

“Bargaining now, are we?” Raphael said and chuckled. “Usually, it’s me who makes the offers around here, mouse…What do you want?”

“An apology,” she said. “From the heart or…whatever you devils have. I want it to sound genuine.”

Raphael’s smug smile faltered.

“A what?” he asked.

“You heard me just fine,” Tav said. “I want an apology from you for almost killing me in my sleep.”

He took a deep breath and just looked at her for a moment. Then he growled in slight frustration.

“Fine. I apologize for losing control over my actions while I was asleep,” he said as if it physically hurt him to say so. “I am…sorry.”

“That could have been more genuine but…I’ll take it,” Tav said.

She took a deep breath to muster up the courage to remove the glamour from her face. Why did she even care? It was just Raphael…Still a part of her was afraid of showing that kind of vulnerability. Deep down she was scared that he might laugh or be disgusted with her.

She said the incantation and with a flick of her hand the glamour was gone. Her hand went to her face, and she felt her scars there for the first time in years. She did not look at his face because she was too worried of the reaction she might find there.

Raphael moved from the foot of the bed to her side, getting closer in order to get a better look. His clawed hand gently removed hers that were covering a part of her face. He then held her chin and turned her head slightly so he could see the scars better. Her eyes flicked to his face for a brief moment. He was simply looking and there did not seem to be any judgment in his eyes.

He turned her head, so she was looking at him straight on.

“Hm,” he hummed with a serious expression. “I think you should keep the glamour off. It suits you if I may be so bold to say so.”

“Alright, no need to lie about it,” Tav huffed and brushed his comment away. “I know how it looks.”

“I never lie, mouse,” he said, still holding her chin. “Except, of course, when I am forced to apologize about things I had no control over.”

He smirked and chucked her under the chin before getting up from the bed.

“We should try and get some sleep,” he said and held his hands out to her for her to take them. “Get up slowly.”

She did and her vision darkened slightly as she got to her feet. She swayed a bit, making Raphael hold an arm around her in case she should fall.

He got her into his bed and changed into his human form. Tav heard the snap and ‘poof’ of him transforming and looked at him over her shoulder.

“I am not eager to be woken up by you bleeding all over my expensive sheets again, so we will try this instead,” he said with a sigh and got into bed himself.

Raphael put his arms around her like he always did, but it felt so different. It felt so weirdly normal now that he was not in his devil form. As if they could have been a normal couple sleeping together and not a devil restraining his prisoner. Tav was not sure how to feel about it.

What became clear to her during the night, was that Raphael was not used to sleeping in his human form. He seemed to be sleeping a lot heavier than he usually would and he was also moving around a lot more, sometimes completely forgetting that he was supposed to hold Tav. He even snored, which she found oddly endearing. It did make sense that it would be a lot more freeing to sleep without the horns, wings, and tail always getting in the way.

In the morning, she even woke up before him for once. She found herself looking at him while he was sleeping. His hair was slightly tousled, and his expression looked so peaceful as he softly snored into his pillow.

She realized to her horror that this evil bastard was starting to grow on her…

#raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #bg3

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i-mean-yeah-whatever · 2 hours

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The BoBs really think Ryan confirmed their ship is happening because he said "whatever happens happens" and he didn't outright say it wouldn't happen. Uhm he did say that in his "Eddie is a heterosexual man, Buck's straight friend that he came out to, and it's so nice that a straight man and a bi man can be friends" interview and y'all didn't believe him. Not to mention JLH telling them it wasn't going to happen, and then backtracking when the BoBs went crazy.

But we're the deluded ones for shipping bucktommy after just three episodes and Tommy being a plot device (apparently).

Hey, anon!

Well. People are free to think what they want, obviously. I don't even see much of what the BoBs are saying, only what is shared in the buck/tommy tags because I value my peace way too much to go look into the chaos.

"Whatever happens happens" means "you don't get to decide". Also how do they know that it's not Ryan who said no eventually?

They're angry because they now realize their fantasy won't become canon and like a bunch of toddlers who realize they won't have the toy they thought they would get, they throw a temper tantrum. And I can understand the disappointment. But not the reaction. Not the violence in their posts. There's no love for the show there, for the creative minds, for the effort of representation, for the people who work hard to make it happen. They're not fans. They just saw two cute men and projected their fantasies on them, whatever the story or the character development.

Yes, some choices don't make much sense in canon, I even myself would have enjoyed to see Eddie and Buck together at the beginning. It would have been cute, with Christopher loving them both so much too. But that's not what happened and they definitely wrote them in a way that doesn't leave any doubt if you don't try to read so hard between lines that don't even exist. People need to accept a story for what it is, and if they don't like it, they can live in complete denial of it. There's no shame in that but do it with respect. Your fantasy is yours.

The hate against Tommy is also their problem. They can hate him all they want but they twist everything about him to fit their hateful narrative. Queer characters deserve respect. Well, most of them, a queer pos is still a pos. But Tommy has been brought back into the show and written with respect for the character, for the story and for his purpose: being Buck's new romance. Not only he already existed in the show but also has history with the 118 and has a significant shared story with Hen and Chim. He's already a characters in itself, he just came back.

Having a character like Tommy is also more than just a interesting character. It's a necessary character. He fits the cishet macho mold so perfectly: veteran, pilot, firefighter, buff, confident, professional, brave. But he's GAY AF. And everything he does is respectful and kind. And haters have to rely on lying to show him in a bad light because so far, there's nothing. Imagine what this kind of character looks like for the average audience? It's great representation for us queer.

In the end, BoBs can hate all they want, Buck and Tommy together is canon, Tommy has only shown positive traits so far, he's shown sane boundaries and respect for other's. When haters have to rely on details, and still twist them, to justify their hate, you know they know they're wrong. They know, but they can't give up now that they've reach this level of hate.

All I would ask of them would be to stop the hate against real life people and stop pulling them into the drama (the live with JLH was NO THAT. Shame on them). Let the fandom be at war between ships if you need that to feel something but leave real people out of that, especially actors and Lou in particular. They're paid to play and this is not a service. You're not a client they have to satisfy because you paid for a specific performance. The bullying and entitlement need to stop.

#w answers #anon ask #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 #911 abc #sorry that was long but i wish people would just let go #the hate will not change the story #and the hate will only make people look like a cultist

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Period Comfort.

Self indulgent, Reina is undergoing a bad period era ;-;

Warnings: Mentions of Fainting, Throwing up and Nausea as a result of period, Miguel slightly out of character, you can argue this is him after he’s comfortable w/Reader but... Up to interpretation!

A/N: Fellas... I am suffering. This is for me and the girlies and bros with vajajays and anything in between with tough periods, I had a big test and due to my period I threw up (common occurrence) so now I desperately need self indulgence!!! Yippie! I need Miguel to comfort me on my period </3

Summary: Reader goes through a tough as balls period... Head canons! Slightly spicy at the end? Kind of short but I need to get my thoughts out there, shocking mess <3

Why, just... Why? Tough as nails day, tough as nails everything, why did everything have to be tough as nails but you couldn’t? Oh. Right. The throbbing pain in your uterus was enough to make a grown man scream in pain. Which they should, maybe then they’d stop being such cunts. Either way, the mood swings, the hormones, you felt so lonely you could cry on your way home, making your way inside was a nightmare, and to make things worse, your husband wasn’t really home.

Must be a bad multiversal threat...

Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. You just reheated the pasta leftovers from yesterday, bathed, got into your pjs after changing your underwear protection from whatever sacrificial waterfall of Satan was going on between your legs and whatever sinful punishment your uterus was raining upon you when you just wanted to get by.

Laying down with tears was the least you could do, the stomach ache was causing nausea and... Slowly, slowly, you could feel your consciousness fade away.

Slowly.

...

But surely.

It had been hours til Miguel got home. And as soon as he did, he was expecting a hug and his beloved darling spouse to come over and kiss his rugged face and talk about their day with all their dozen jitters and tellings.

...

But nobody came. (get it? Haha cuz— *gets shot*)

Miguel wandered inside and that strange smell. That whiff of air.

...

Fuck! Fuck.

He really left his darling all alone on their period, almost in a frenzy, he rushed inside, only to watch the slight blood droplets fall from their mouth, totally not terrifying for a man to watch their spouse bleed to an obnoxious degree.

How impolite of your uterus to be that way, no?

Slowly, Miguel wiped off the blood, tapping your cheek and cradling you to his chest.

“Perdóname, amor dulce...* I thought your period was in a week.” He whispered softly, the worry in his eyes palpable as he held you, and with his warmth, it was enough to wake you up and ease the pain.

“... Nn... Miguel? Tú trabajo, amor...*”

“Shh... Yá, yá... Aquí te tengo, amor. Aquí estoy. Ven, qué te me desmayas.*”

Tiredly, you snuggled into your husband, who called off yours and his work, cuddling you and bundling you together in blankets, as he made you some cafecito con leche.* Whatever you asked for, whether it be his warm hands spanning your uterus or a blanket, or hot chocolate, or maybe your favorite movie and your beloved cat, he was there. Anything to make sure you wouldn’t pass out

“I hate it when your period happens.” He grumbled, “It always behaves like a shocking cunt.”

You giggled, of course because it never ceased to amaze you how grumpy he could get.

“So do I, querido.* So do I...”

Naturally, as he would, an idea popped into his mind, “You know, I could always get rid of it for 9 months...”

“No.”

“But—”

“No!” you huffed, “Not yet!”

And your pillow made contact with his face, causing him to chuckle. If anything, maybe these mood swings were cute. He’d give anything to see them when he got you nice and swollen with that baby you promised him... Eventually.

Translations:

Forgive me, sweet love.

Come, you’ll faint on me.

Dear.

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel headcanons #headcanon #period comfort

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r0kuta · 1 year

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this shitty sketch is for me and the 4 other people that like this pairing

#arven #giacomo #pkmn #pokemon #pokemon scvi #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon sv #my art #doodles #giarven #kind of hate how this came out but whatevs

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mythvoiced · 2 months

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OPEN STARTER | Patrick Finch

"I condone lying. I encourage it, even. I recommend it. I could hardly live without it."

#;open starter #the wolf;patrick #the wolf;open #he's always the most difficult one GOSH #also you must envision he's saying this with this weird open deadpan stare where he #well how do i put it: he's clearly fucking with you but he does it with such an open genuine expression #i mean he does condone lying he's not lying here (LKDSG!!!) but he is also fucking around #so this is Patrick he's 37 or anywhere around that age he's agender primarily he/him pronouns bc whatever yknow #the agender vibes of WHATEVER i know what i'm talking about trust me i have a phd in agenderism #anyways he's an informant but about as unorthodox as you can imagine he's just fucking around and finding out frankly #very depressed very jumpy very good at hiding it lmao he's my darling ♥#he is very motherly somehow i can't explain it #he has somewhat of a history in accidentally attempting to adopt powerful young women i don't know why he???#knee-jerks into wanting to be a mother figure i don't know him that well you guys #like he met suki (ferre's kamipyre) for a few minutes one time and #days after he was wondering if she'd wore a jacket because it was cold out like--#men don't get the same kindness if you're a charming kind-hearted competent warm and humorous DAD kind of guy he's unfortunately #emotionally attracted to you? unfortunately because he hates it~ but if you're any other kind of guy you're just... you're some guy to him #yes if you're young he'll adopt you too but begrudgingly-- KLDGFGKLFDHGJF #if you're a they/them you're his kid already are you kidding that's your mum #OH I JUST HAD A TERRIBLE THOUGHT so do you know om*g*verse?? regardless of how you feel about it #it do be a thing and i just had this horrible thought about how if pat were a real guy in an established canon #he'd probs get the feminisation treatment amiright?? NO LISTEN HE USED TO BE A HUGE WOLF #AND HE'S ACTUALLY FILLED WITH SO MUCH RAGE AND WRONGED PRIDE #patrick is gentle when he likes you and because he's Smart he doesn't just BITE out of nowhere he's always been like that #Fenris was known for being INCREDIBLY well-spoken BUT ALSO A HUGE PROUD WOLF #LIKE BIG WOLF-- it doesn't show but he's Very Proud and STRONG and ??????#;queue #i picked a gif came back and realized i lost it there for a sec NO MATTER makes for good entertainment

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welcometoteyvat · 1 month

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the last part of arlecchino's character short is giving bsd atsushi's orphanage director but i dont know how to feel about that

#basically this orphanage director was needlessly cruel to him supposedly to make at.sushi hate him so much that he'd be motivated #to live on because of spite and anger (iirc at least). all it really did was give him crippling self worth issues but like #when he finds out about the death of the director and the truth of what happened all those years he becomes kinda mired in conflicting feel #feelings etc. which makes the whole thing interesting but i dont know whether that kind of story would be good for arle #idk how much genuine caring i want her to display. bc that orphanage director really thought he was doing the best course of action lol #also on the other hand. this director's story is there because u're supposed to care about at.sushi，whom it affected，and not the director h #himself. so idk whether a similar gimmick would be good for arle. well anyways we'll see #on another note nobody has made this joke under the youtube video and i'm very surprised and impressed #but on bilibili: you can add like rolling comments on top of the video itself and when the blonde kid in rags shows up at the end #the ENTIRE SCREEN blows up with 'kakavasha is that you????' comments. help lmao #people have one braincell and it's hsr crossover #personally if aventurine came into genshin i would drop kick him into the next universe i just dont care for him as a character but whateve #ramblings!#arlecchino #genshin impact #NO MORE THOUGHTS. finals jail. bye

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drzone · 1 year

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That previous reblog, actually something I think about a LOT, LOL. Everyday I’m sad fnv didnt get more development time because i think I could really love it… and while I consider it the best fallout game, its not my favorite. fo4 takes the cake there its just too much fun to play, regardless of the story… i SOOOOO desperately want to enjoy fnv more but the gameplay makes it REALLY hard for me. as a stupid bad gamer. dont come at me with “skill issue” i KNOW!!!! its a phenomenal game with awesome art direction and storytelling and characters. but the tiny amount of time they had to develop it Does show. You and i both know that.

fo1/2 are a close third place because i think theyre really strong basis :] and i love the art direction in them. Praying bethesda will one day stop making us be vault dwellers though. It could be so much more interesting. this is fo4 lovemail… ily fo4.

edit bc i should mention this YES they should put back the story-based gameplay elements that were in previous games. the karma system most notably. when i say better gameplay here i refer to Action gameplay and not Story gameplay. But they SHOULD bring back the story gameplay elements bc they rule and i miss them.

rant in tags dont argue abt it with me if you come across this by searching fo game names this is for my own BLAG!!!

TLDR; i like all the fallout main games. Dont hate on my girl 4 so much… I know shes the poster child of bethesda mainstreaming the games. its not her fault… its still SO much fun to play.

#ok personal gripe goes in the tags.#i understand that people are against fo4 due to it being an RPG where they feel their roleplaying is limited.#and like yeah i get it i guess but that has never been an issue for me )3$/)/6;&3 #like if you are really so thrown off by the story invading how you want to play… ignore it. maybe im just too experienced ignoring canon.#but its fun easy & free to just turn off the main quest and do your own thing and imagine as you go along.. as opposed to feeling like you #HAVE to follow nate/nora’s story..#and even if your imagination isnt strong enough to completely block it out then theres mods for it #i would understand being angry abt it when the game first came out and there were no mods. but be serious… its been a long time.#IDK just . it gets on my nerves LOL. Im not saying it couldnt have been better. it absolutely couldve. bethesda is an enormous company.#dont ignore how fun it is to Play #RANT OVER #i love falout #gaeming #normally i keep this kind of thought to myself cause like whatever. nerd rage. but i like talking abt fo…#everyones allowed to hate fo4 im not going to try and stop u. but when this is the only argument i see against it its like YAAWWWNNNN!!!!!

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#unplugs my brain and throws it at the wall as hard as possible.#i'm not angry at anyone i'm just angry at myself.#i hate having BPD this is the stupidest way for the human body to exist.#it is hideous and embarrassing. my feelings are ridiculous.#and... regardless... unrelated...#i still have not replied to something i intended to reply to for about two weeks.#i feel... so so so many words.#upset frustrated pathetic voiceless paralysed i don't know why i cannot speak but it is awful the worst thing.#i don't WANT TO BE OR BE PERCEIVED AS AVOIDANT.#i cannot cry. tears do not come out.#i have had no energy to shower. that is making it worse i know it is.#i don't know how to fix that or i know how to fix that or whatever or...#i don't know. i've ran out of dialogue options.#my heart is racing and i feel strange. i don't want to have some kind of... emotion.#i don't want thr feelings to catch up with me #the last time that happened i had some kind of meltdown #i remember the nothing that came afterwards. hatred of hostile part.#sheer bone deep embarrassment shame sadness guilt selfhatred fear #tired.

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JJK MEN AS DADS

How they are with their kiddos/babies ! ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami

content: no curse!au fluff, established relationship (marriage), children, families.

Gojo Satoru

"Look at my little boy, he looks just like me, what a heart stopper you'll be when you get older!" He praises his two year old, Kenji Gojo.

"'Toru stop trying to manifest our son into a hoe." Satoru turns to you with a loud gasp, eyes wide, and it causes your little boy to giggle.

"How could you say such words, in front of him? Don't listen to Mommy. Daddy was never a player. Never ever!" Kenji has no clue what's happening he just laughs at his father's dramatics.

"Oh brother, I hope he doesn't turn into a drama queen like you. And yes you were a player before I got with you. Remember when you kissed my friend then like ten minutes later tried to kiss me?" Satoru was a menace in college. Every time you bring up that specific college memory he always says-

"Ugh, blame Suguru! He was the one who made me take shots when I didn't like to drink." There it is. That was excuse for two-timing you and your best friend back then.

"Save it for someone who believes you. Kenji, don't be like Daddy when you grow up, okay?" Your husband knows you're joking but he can't help but whine and feel like you're being against him.

"Otay Mommy! Daddy is hoeeee. Hoe hoe hoe. Merry Christmas!" Your poor little boy thinks he's saying the noise Santa makes instead of a derogatory term and it's hilarious.

Of course you encourage him, "Daddy's a what?"

"Hoe!" Kenji screams out with a smile on his face. Satoru frowns loosing his playfulness.

"I-i guess my family just hates me... no one loves me." He sighs loudly to sell it to you guys but you don't buy it. He sits in the corner pretending to cry. "Boo hoo..." Kenji waddles his way over to his father patting his head.

"No cry Daddy, you not a hoe. You Daddy." Satoru fakes a loud gasp when he hears his son comfort him, thinking Satoru is actually crying.

"Really?!" He asks the little boy standing next to him.

"Yeah, Daddy is cool!!" Satoru chuckles, picks up is little boy and tosses him into the air. The small white haired child screams in delight as his father catches him, and you can't deny that all the trouble you and Satoru had in your relationship was worth seeing this.

Geto Suguru

"And then, the monster ate the twin girls who didn't go to sleep at their bed time-"

"Ooooookay. I think that's enough bed time stories from Papa." You say ushering your girls to bed, Hana looks scared out of her mind but Kana's eyes are sparkling with curiosity.

"Awww, Mommy, it was just getting good!" Kana whines, you know she wants to hear whatever else Suguru makes up on spot but he scared Hana who looks like she wants to cry.

"I know sweetie, but I don't think Hana really liked that story." The girls are six and full of energy at any given time.

"Come on baby, let me tell Kana the rest." Suguru matches his daughter's tone, knowing you'll give in.

"Alright, fine, but you need to apologize to Hana, look at her." Your husband looks at his younger twin daughter and he does feel kind of bad for scaring her like that. Suguru likes telling scary stories and myths to his girls just like his father had done to him. He always thought they were super cool.

"Oh, Hana, sweet girl. Papa's sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. How about I tell you and your sister a different story?" Hana looks a little doubtful as do you, but Suguru grants you a smile. He knows you trust him so you give him a stern look before kissing his forehead.

"Don't take too long, I need my cuddles." He smirks, kissing your hand, "Of course my dear."

The twins coo in unison at their parents romantic gestures, they think it's the coolest thing ever. "You girls have your stuffed animals?" He asks them and they nod together waiting for his story.

He tells the two about a princess who needed saving. Her long lost sister came to save her from a scary dragon and they lived happily together.

"That sounds like me and Hana!! I fought the scary dragon and Hana was the princess!!!" Kana says with excitement. Sometimes Suguru sees two little girls he used to foster in his own girls. He wonders how they're doing these days. They're probably grown up by now or at least in their late teens.

"I really wish Mommy had let me name you guys Nanako and Mimiko." He whispers with a soft smile. Kana looks at him in confusion rubbing her tired eyes, Hana's already asleep.

"Huh?" Kana asks.

"Nothing my dear, good night, little one." He tucks her into bed and gives her a tend kiss on the forehead.

"Night night, Papa." She says with a yawn and Suguru makes his way downstairs to join you.

Kamo Choso

Choso bites his lip looking down at his son, the boy looks a lot like you he thinks. Ryuji is his name, you let him name him. "I didn't mean to break it." He whines to his father. Choso has a soft spot for his boy. He reminds him a lot of his little brother Yuji.

"I know bud, but what will we tell Mom when she gets home?" Ryuji had accidentally broken your favorite ceramic mug. Choso was not sure what he signed up for when he got you pregnant but it sure wasn't this.

He and his son were always getting scolded by you. Every time Ryuji gets into some kind of trouble it also happens to be Choso's fault for not watching him closely as you always say. The truth is, Ryuji seems to get into trouble even with his father watching him closely.

"Um... we can tell her it was at the edge of the counter and i walked past it and it fell down. Then it will be her fault for leaving it by the edge." Choso smiles at his devious ten year old. He knows lying is bad but if you heard what really happened you'd scold both of them.

What actually happened as that Ryuji was playing in the kitchen, even though you've warned him against it many times and he knocked your mug down onto the ground.

"Good idea, kid. I don't want to hear Mom yelling again. I might get couch treatment again." Choso shivers at the idea of sleeping on the cramped couch rather than in his warm bed with you.

"You remind me a lot of your Uncle Yuji." Choso says ruffling his son's hair. "You and Mom keep saying that and I don't know if that's good or bad."

"It depends. Yuji can be both." Choso chuckles. His son gives him a crushing hug.

"I love you dad, you're doing great." And Choso didn't know how much he needed to hear those words but they were getting to him.

Fushiguro Toji

"Quit kicking your Ma, ya little brat." He threatens your swelling belly. He gives you a questioning look when you glare at him. Those emerald eyes challenge yours in a staring contest.

"What is with you and threatening our unborn children?" Your question is followed by a giggle.

"Gotta let the brats know who's in charge." He blows out a breath and puffs his chest, you find the whole ordeal ridiculous. The man is a girl dad for crying out loud. Even his oldest, your step-son thinks his father is a clown. And before Tsumiki died there were three daughters in his life.

He thinks your third one is bound to be a boy, but you're secretly hoping for a girl just to further sink Toji's idea of having a little boy to boss around. Megumi comes around maybe twice a month to see his little half-sisters, which means Toji is surrounded by girls all the time.

You like to joke around with him and say, "What do you know? Girls seem to follow you wherever you go." He always grumbles about it being stupid and unfair.

"As I was saying-"

"DAD!!!!! MY HAIR OH NOOOOOOO." Toji's up off the couch in seconds answering at his daughter's beck and call.

He walks into her room to see her braid was messed up. "What happened, Doll?" He asks her, undoing the braid so he can redo it.

"Yui undid my braid!! She took my hair tie and ran to her room!!!" She squeals, in horror at her little sister's thieving.

"Oh did she now? I'll go have a talk with her once I braid this back up." He's gentle with his tender-headed daughter. He quickly braids her hair back up, the pattern memorized. 100% self indulgent bc im tender headed.

"I have this green hair tie, is that okay, sweet girl?" She sighs quietly. "Where are the blue ones?" Toji clicks his tongue. "I can go get one real quick if you hold the end of this braid." He tells her and she's quick to do it. Her favorite color is blue after all.

She cheers when her father returns with a blue hair tie. He ties it up quickly, "Okay let me go talk to Yui." Nami nods brushing out her baby doll's hair.

Toji makes an appearance in front of his four year old's door, she's making her dolls scream at each other. "What was da reason?!!!!" She screams pretending to be one of the dolls, "I had a reason." She makes the other say.

Toji rolls his eyes, his daughter has been watching too much TV with you. "Excuse me miss Cardi B, why did you steal your sister's hair tie?" His hands are on his hips and his eyes are squinted to add to his authority.

"Whattttt, Dad, you know dat?" She asks as if her dad lives under a rock.

"Tch I'm not old, I know what memes are. Now answer the question." She rolls her eyes. You tell Toji she gets her attitude from him.

"If you haf to know I needed it, so I could give Sprinkles a ponytail." Sprinkles is the dog Toji said he was NOT going to get for his girls but caved in and got anyway.

"Ya coulda asked me or your Ma for one rather than stealing it right from your sister's hair." She shakes her head in disagreement. Toji wonders what's going on in her head right now.

"Dad you don't get it! It had to be that one!"

"Why that specific hair tie?" She goes silent turning away from her father and mumbling something Toji can barely hear.

"Speak up, princess." She scoffs and sighs and folds her arms. Wow the sass is unreal.

"Sprinkle thinks Nami is super cool so she wants what Nami has." Toji isn't stupid he knows his daughter is using the dog as a place holder for how she admires her older sister. Yui doesn't like to admit it though.

"Are you sure it's Sprinkle who thinks Nami is super cool?" He gives her the chance to be open with him and she sighs taking the bait.

"I guess. I think Nami is super cool." She murmurs and Toji smirks.

"It's alright to think your sis is cool, Dad didn't get to grow up with any cool siblings. Just annoying cousins."

"Mai and Maki are cooler than you, Dad, not annoying!" The man in question raises his brow his smirk never leaving, "Okay since I'm not cool. I guess I won't take you out for treats anymore when Ma says no."

Little Yui gasps, bursting upward like a rocket and running toward her dad. She hugs his leg, her little head looking up at him, "I was kidding Dad. You're super cool. Please don't stop taking me for treats!!"

Toji smiles, picks up his little girl and tickles her. She screams out for him to stop, "Huh? I can't hear what you're saying."

"Nami help!!!!"

In seconds Nami's attacking her father in a playful manner, "Let go of my sister!!"

"Okay then." Toji holds his daughter upside down by her feet, as she screams some more. "MA!!! HELPPP!!!!"

"Toji put her down." You say in a half-hearted manner.

"She is down. Upside down."

Nanami Kento

"See, you're getting the hang of it, Hiro." Kento softly encourages his son who's struggling with his math homework. You had tried to help him but he screamed that what you were saying didn't make sense. So of course you yelled back, letting your emotions get the better of you.

Kento had stepped in to keep you two from ripping each other's heads off. Plus all that screaming had woken up the baby. You could hear her crying.

That was about an hour ago. You quietly walked into the dining room with your seven month old baby girl cuddled up to your chest as you held her tight.

The sight of your husband helping your son warmed your heart, but you also felt guilt hot in your stomach for yelling at him, he's only twelve.

"Hey, Hiro. Can I talk to you, hon?" You ask softly. Both your son and Kento turn their heads upon hearing your voice. He nods at you and you inhale deeply, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, bud, I didn't mean it."

His eyes soften as do Kento's.

"I'm sorry too, Mom. I started it. You were just trying to help me." Kento's smile encourages you to walk closer to the table which you do.

"We should have had Dad come help in the first place, huh? I'm not good at explaining." Hiro shares a laugh with you, and Kento cups your cheek.

"Explanations might not be your strong suit but you're still a good mother, baby." Hiro gags at his father calling you "baby" he hate when you two get sappy.

You move your head a little so you can kiss his palm. As expected Hiro covers his eyes and making more throwing up noises.

"Oh hush, one day you'll find someone for you, and you'll be just like me and your mother." Kento says rolling his eyes and you giggle. Even though you guys have your differences you guys always forgive each other at the end of the day.

Your little girl coos quietly and Kento holds out his arms gesturing for his little girl.

"She's just had dinner, so she might fall asleep on you." Your warning doesn't bother him at all, if anything, you'll probably have more pictures to add to your baby gallery on your phone if she falls asleep in his arms.

She's already a dad's girl and she's only seven months old. You thought maybe Hiro would be a mama's boy but he's definitely his daddy's son.

You don't mind though, well, sometimes you're a little jealous that you have to share your man with your kids. Kento's a very lovable man though, so you can't blame them.

#jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk as dads #jjk!dads #jujutsu kaisen as dads #dad!au #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader

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BUY ME PRESENTS | draco malfoy

summary; draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official. OR, draco malfoy fighting for his life when he realises just how much everyone wants his girl.

word count; 8928

notes; this is based on christmas eve, but I'm posted a couple days later! this fic puts us half way through our slytherin boy holidays! I'm not sure how the one I expected to be the shortest became the longest one so far. like, seriously, I know I keep saying this but wtf? why can't I write a short fic?

Dinner had already been served by the time you made it to the Grand Hall, the smells of roasted meats and seasoned potatoes filling the air, your mouth watering as you navigated between the throngs of people. Your seat had been saved, of course. A spot on the bench between Draco and Daphne, and as you neared, your friends noticed, smiles rising and waves in your direction.

Sinking into your seat, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the blond boy beside you, his face tipping up to receive it and lips twisting into a smile, attention moving to you as you sat.

“Good day?”

“Better now that it’s over.” You smiled, a chuckle falling from him, and his hand came to rest upon your thigh, squeezing comfortingly while you helped yourself to a plate of whatever food was left. “What are we talking about, what did I miss?”

“Not much. Just Theo telling us all about Christmas in Italy.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, as though you all hadn't heard this exact same speech since that very first Christmas you’d become friends. Most of the group seemed to have simply tuned it out, laughing and nodding at the correct times as they whispered their own conversations.

A swipe of a thumb over your thigh as you finished filling your plate with food, and you shifted your attention to Draco. “So, what are your Christmas plans, Dray?”

Shuffling a little bit closer now that your plate was full, his arm moved to lay across your shoulders instead, letting you snuggle up into his side. “Oh, you know, the usual.”

He smiled, and your world seemed to get a little bit brighter, his lips brushing your hairline as he left a barely-present kiss there.

“Typical Malfoy-family Christmas. I get to do the tour with my parents, visiting every other rich-arsehole couple they know. Christmas Eve party. The pleasure of my father’s annual ‘you’re growing up now, son, it’s time to get serious about the world’ over the dinner table on Christmas Day. Open some presents I don’t want, on a schedule I don’t like.” He sighed, clearly used to it by now, but it didn’t make it sound any less awful.

“Well,” You smile, nudging him playfully with your elbow. “Maybe we could write to one another, or even get a little visit in?”

The hope in your voice was evident, and Pansy gave you an encouraging smile across the table. You’d been meaning to ask Draco this question for weeks now, and your last chance had been fast approaching. Since the summer, you and Draco had been hooking up. It was no secret among your friends, or even the students; your affections for one another were hardly contained, but it wasn't official.

You wanted the labels, the security, and the safety of knowing that he was yours and you were his, and nobody else could come between you. You wanted to be introduced to his parents, be his date at events, to have him be proud to call you his girl. But Draco had been hesitant, avoiding every conversation that might inch into the ‘so, what are we?’ territory, keeping a safe distance from any kind of real commitment.

It wasn’t enough for you anymore, not by a long shot, but trying to talk to Draco about it only ended up with him shutting it down, or skilfully diverting the conversation and you were growing tired of his games.

Draco only made a vague noise, neither an agreement nor disagreement, and looked away from you as he picked up his drink to take a sip. “I don’t know… maybe. I can get pretty busy over the holidays, I’d hate to let you down.”

Another skill of his, making it seem like cancelling or delaying or not doing something at all was your idea. He was clearly hoping you’d brush it off, and tell him not to worry about it, but instead, you kept quiet. Not giving him the satisfaction of any easy win, this time.

Pansy caught your eye across the table, shaking her head disapprovingly, and shooting a glare at an oblivious Draco. She had been your confidant these last few months, every update and development in your situationship, she’d been informed of. Every decision, she’d been a part of. She was practically as invested as you were, at this point, and she certainly did not approve of his nonchalant behaviour either.

“Speaking of parties,” Mattheo cut Theo off, clearly having had enough of the annual rehashing of ‘that one Christmas when Theo was eight’ for today, and changing the subject, “Who’s got their dates sorted for the Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball, and who’s daring to go solo and have Narcissa set them up like a matchmaker all night long?”

Chuckles rang out among the group, and Pansy smiled, leaning into Blaise’s side with a love-struck grin. “I think we’re safe this year.”

“I’m going solo, but, I did tell Aunty Cissa that I have my eye on a girl in one of my classes, and I’m seeing how it plays out. So, she’s not setting me up anytime soon, since she believes I’m already onto someone.” Enzo smirked, and Blaise congratulated him for his clever tactics.

You smirked through your mouthful of food, listening to Mattheo explain his complex excuse, to Reggie mournfully spill the story of how he’s already been set up by his parents witha ‘potential bride to meet’, and how he hopes she doesn’t show up. You laugh with the others as Tom simply raises an eyebrow, knowing that even Narcissa doesn’t attempt to set him up anymore, lest he scare away any more of her friends’ daughters. Theo, ever the player he is, is looking forward to dancing with every single lady he can find, and taking his pick at the end of the night.

“I suppose nobody needs to ask Draco who his date will be.” Mattheo grins, wiggling his brows at the pair of you as you smile, leaning a little further into the man at your side.

“Hey, who knows?” He chortles, and your eyes narrow a little, “I’ve had plenty of offers. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Oooh.” Enzo’s eyes went wide, the other boys joining in, and Pansy fixed him with a glare. Daphne leaned around you with her jaw dropped at his statement, and you sat up from his embrace, lips pressed flat and a brow raised.

The boys snickered, ‘he’s in shit’ and ‘someone’s in the doghouse’, but he lived for the spotlight, a drama queen at heart, and he smirked down at you.

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t look at me like that, babe.” The playful nickname was one he only ever used when joking around. When he was sincere, he was much more romantic; darling, sweetheart, beautiful. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hi mum, hello father, meet the girl I’m skipping class to shag! Thanks for paying my tuition!’, I don’t think so.”

The boys all laughed, Daphne scoffed in sync with her sister behind you, and Pansy looked like she’d lunge across the table at any moment, if it wasn’t for her chastising Blaise for laughing, instead. ‘You and Draco can share that couch you’ll both be sleeping on tonight’, she’d said. ‘See how funny you think it is then’.

The words stung as he spoke them, dismantling your relationship down to the bare minimum; to sex and physical connection and nothing else. Like the nights spent talking until the sun came up were nothing, the times you’d held him while he cried, or washed him in the bath when he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open. Like he didn’t rub your stomach for hours every month when you got cramps, or had a stash of your favourite snacks in his bedside table for whenever you came over.

You knew that Draco Malfoy lived you, just as much as you loved him. It was evident in everything he did, every kiss and every word. But, he needed a little push.

“I suppose you’re right,” You sigh lightly, giggling along with the laughing boys around the table. “I’m not so sure Lucius wouldn't burst a blood vessel then and there.”

“Exactly.” Draco hummed, and you glanced back to Pansy. She was shocked, only for a second, before taking in the subtle signs of mischief on your face. Her own smirk stretched out in return, and her gaze flickered once to Draco, before back to you.

A new game was afoot, and Draco wasn’t going to stand a chance.

Slipping your coat from your shoulders, the annual Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball was well underway. Your parents had disappeared into the crowds before you’d even stepped out of the carriage, uncaring of where you were as long as you weren’t causing trouble. They were here to mingle with the other importants, and you were just here to learn the ropes of proper socialising.

The garment was taken from you, your small bag clutched in hand as a ticket was given to you for it, and you brushed down the front of your dress delicately. Pearls moved under your touch, beading along the bodice flat and perfected, and you felt your confidence rise as you looked at yourself once more in the reflection of a dark window. Adjusting the small lace gloves on each hand, you took a step towards the dining room.

Elegant music was playing from a live band up on a stage, the room was decorated this year to look like a winter escape. Pale and frosty, like a palace of ice, twinkling lights and glittering decor, crisp white tablecloths and ice sculptures. A layer of goosebumps travelled along your skin at the sight of it all, despite the warming charms that took place for the guests.

Scanning the room, you quickly found your table. The designated kids table, despite you all being legal adults and far beyond such status. You’d all be the babies of the ball until the new generation emerged, no doubt. Moving through the bodies and crowds of people politely, Theo was the first to glance up and spot you, his mouth falling open, and a rush of confidence took over as he raised two fingers to his lips and whistled.

The sound caught the attention of the others’ chatter fading to quiet as they all turned to look for the object of his cat-calling, Enzo’s eyes widened, Pansy cheered loudly, and even Mattheo looked momentarily speechless. You’d had the same reaction when you’d seen yourself in the dress too, your stylist had truly outdone herself for this one.

You looked flawless, and you looked expensive, and utterly elegant. Doing a little spin as you approached, a smile broke free on your lips as you stopped before the chair with your name card before it.

“Merlin, babe,” Pansy started, drawing your attention straight her her, “You’ve got every eye on you tonight. If I was single, I’d be all over you.”

She winked when you laughed, and Blaise rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek affectionately.

“Pretty necklace,” She commented, and your fingers rose to the pretty string of pearls and diamonds that you had.

“It was a gift,” You simply hummed, tugging at your gloves. Glancing at the others, you gave each a polite smile, eyes lingering on Draco as he stared. In any other style, this dress would be scandalous for an event like this. A low neckline, spaghetti straps, no sleeves. Tight and fitted to every curve of your body, and yet the classic designs and vintage nature elevated it to the kind of class Audrey Hepburn would be proud of.

He looked just as good, a dark suit, a fresh white shirt, a champagne-coloured tie that made the colour of his eyes and his hair stand out and your mouth dried out a little. Silver rings adorned his fingers, the Malfoy signet standing out, clenched so tightly around his whiskey glass that his knuckles were almost white.

You’d worn soft, golden makeup effects today, a dusting of glitter along your cheekbones and eyelids, a shade of pink on your cheeks and lips that you knew was his weakness.

“Someone really wanted your attention with that, huh?” Your best friend teased, and your eyes snapped away from Draco, back to her.

“I suppose so,” You muse, hand coming up to touch one of the beads on your ear, “Since they also got me this lovely pair of matching earrings.”

Pansy made a dramatic show of admiring them, and Blaise gave a funny look, glancing at the jewellery, and then back at Draco, who was frowning. Before you could reach for your chair after placing your clutch down, Enzo was shooting to his feet from beside you, tugging out the chair for you.

Draco scoffed as you gave him a thank you, settling into your seat, and he glared at the man beside you. Enzo didn’t flinch, however, smirking at Draco as he spoke;

“What? It’s called being a gentleman, cousin.”

Crossing your leg delicately, you’d hardly even removed your gloves, before a tray was coming down by your side, and a young waiter with a dazzling smile was looking right at you.

“Champagne, ma’am?” Not a planned pawn in your game, but a welcome addition, you smiled sweetly in return.

“Oh, I’d love some. Thank you.” Taking the single glass by the stem, you lifted it from the tray and the man’s smile stretched wider as you sipped the bubbly, holding his eye.

“Of course, miss. If you need anything, anything at all, I’ll be at the bar, happy to serve.” His flirting was heavy enough that normally you’d want to roll your eyes, but tonight, you suppressed that urge, playing into it as you bat your lashes.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you.”

He took the dismissal, staring appreciatively as he walked away, another look over his shoulder to you as you watched him go.

“Stop eye-fucking the help.” Draco snapped, and your focus moved to him slowly, just to find his icy glare on you. He didn’t scare you, though, all that mean bravado, but you knew what was underneath.

“I was doing no such thing.” You tut, placing down your drink. “Don’t be jealous, Dray. You look even better in that suit. If you want compliments, just ask. No need to be mean.”

He seemed rather placated by this, his ego settling down, even if the others did laugh at him.

The conversation seemed to continue around you as you settled in, avoiding Draco’s heated stare and sipping at your champagne. The rush of warming alcohol through your veins settled every dancing nerve, and gave you the calm confidence to do what you had planned. Sitting forwards, just enough, you angled your body so that Draco might have the perfect view over your cleavage as you feigned interest in the chatter around you.

He took the bait, his gaze falling right where you wanted it, the gems of your necklace dangling just over the swell of your breasts, and he licked his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.

Raising your hands and catching the swinging gem, you toyed with it carefully, letting it run over your fingers. Time melted away as Draco’s gaze flicked between your nimble touch, your lips, and your chest, shuffling in his seat every so often, and gulping at the bubbly in his glass.

He was on his third refill by the time food started to be taken around, and you took pity on him momentarily, sitting back in your chair and angling away from him, ready to receive your first course.

As the starters came around, you turned to thank your waiter, surprised to see it was the same man from the bar who had brought you your champagne. You’d given him little thought since he’d walked away, and you’d never spotted him again, but perhaps that was exactly why he was delivering your food now, as he beamed at you and set down the plate.

Men did love a little attention, after all.

Reaching for the bottle of champagne cooling in the centre of the table, the waiter never looked away from you as he refilled your glass without being asked. Draco finally seemed to notice as he finished adjusting his napkin, gaze narrowing on the man serving you. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He muttered.

You pretended to take no notice, smiling at the man and waving your fingers flirtily as he walked away.

“I’m going to get another drink at the bar,” He announced, leaving without his glass and without asking if anyone else wanted one. You knew where he was truly going, if the lock of his jaw and the stamp in his step were any indication. You doubted you’d be seeing that waiter again.

As you poked at your food, Pansy excused herself too, only a few bites into her meal before she disappeared with a wicked grin and no explanation to anyone. Enzo just chuckled beside you, glancing around the room like he was watching all the cogs of a machine in motion, before turning his gaze on you. “You do look lovely tonight, do you know that?”

“Of course I do. I spent days on end trying on dress after dress to find this.” You sighed, admiring the gorgeous piece of art on your body as you set your cutlery down.

“And is it serving the purpose you need it to?” He teased, voice knowing, and you nodded. Flicking your gaze over the patrons and guests in the room, you searched for Draco, finding him talking politely to one of his mother’s friends at the bar.

“It is, I think.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way.” He whispered, your focus still on the man who truly held your heart, who was making his polite excuse and walking way, back towards you all. His gaze locked on yours, only for a second, before Pansy was calling your name and drawing your focus elsewhere.

When you looked up to her, she was grinning, a man by her side. “This is Elliot, he’s been wanting to meet you for some time. I promised him I’d introduce you both tonight.”

You offered the best smile you could as his cheeks reddened, and Pansy merely patted him on the shoulder, slinking away as you offered your hand to him. “Lovely to meet you, Elliot.”

“You too. As embarrassing as that introduction was, it’s true. I have wanted to meet you for some time.” He had a kind smile and pretty eyes, and he seemed far too nice to be dragged into your game tonight, but he seemed almost like a willing participant, and you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As Draco took his seat, Elliot continued, “Pansy has told me so much about you. You know, if you’re free one day before you go back to that fancy boarding school of yours, I’d love to take you out.”

“Yeah? What have you got in mind?” You smile, twisting a little more to face him, and your encouragement only brightens his expression as Draco’s darkens in your peripheral.

“A night in London, perhaps. We could get dinner, and see the opera?”

“She doesn’t like the opera.” Draco sneered, openly staring at Elliot with enough contempt to scare away lesser men. Elliot tugged at his collar, glancing at Draco, and then back to you as you tried to hide your shock at his behaviour.

“The theatre, then?”

Draco looked ready to snap again, and before he could, you nodded, sparing your unwilling partner. “That sounds wonderful, I’ll see what my schedule says. I’ll get in touch with you through Pansy if I can find the time, is that okay?”

“Perfect.” He smiled, sneaking another wary glance at Draco who was not backing down from glaring at him unflinchingly, but Elliot shook it off, bravely. “It was a pleasure to meet you, truly.”

“And you, Elliot.”

Soon after he left, the plates were being cleared. You tried not to smirk as a different waiter, and one who very pointedly did not so much as even catch your gaze, cleared your dishes away at record speed.

You knew that Draco had something, everything, to do with that. He was jealous by nature, a spoilt single child who did not like to share his favourite toys, and that is exactly what you were betting on tonight.

You stood, taking a lap around the room with Pansy to settle your food before the next course, and to get another drink. She took the opportunity to fill you in on how her first Christmas event with Blaise’s family had gone, and when you returned, you made sure to surreptitiously place yourself behind Draco’s chair.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture, squeezing and rubbing enough that your thumb swept over his collar and across his neck. His pulse jumped under your touch, and he tipped his head closer, into your touch.

As he did so, your heart leapt in your chest. To others, it might look like a friendly gesture but to you, it meant so much more. You were tempted to cave then and there, to live with this being enough, to settle, but you couldn't. You didn’t want this to be it, you wanted to follow this by leaning down to kiss him, to have him smile against your lips in public the way he did when you were alone.

To arrive at these events together, arms linked, and to stumble out tiredly together too. To sit by him, his hand on your thigh, to rest your head on his shoulder, to kiss him on the dance floor. The thought was enough to push you through.

He twisted his head, to kiss your hand like he often did when you did this. Carefully, you slipped your hand away just in time, knuckles brushing across the nape of his neck as you stepped away, and back to your seat.

His sights moved to you, but like a saving grace, the servers began to appear with more dishes, and dinner soon distracted you all. A delicious serving of salmon and potatoes, and the hall fell quiet enough for you to hear the beautiful music playing when chatter fell low.

Low conversation, drinks refilled, and that perfect mood set across the room, as people took to the tables and quieted down. Your favourite part of the night, usually. Good food, your friends, and a chance to catch up without the usual weight of it all sitting on you. Regulus was talking, telling the rare story that had him caught up in a long conversation where he usually just observed quietly, but your attention was fixed on your lover.

Until, Theo spoke up.

“Oh, merda,” He muttered across Reggie’s’ story, his gaze cutting to you alarmingly quickly. “I forgot to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Your heart skipped a beat, a flash of panic.

“My cousin flew in last minute for the party, and he wants to speak to you.” Theo’s words soothed your panic, and you offered him a flat look for the dramatic way he’d put it. Taking a sip from your glass, you raised a brow.

“When?”

“Now.” He confirmed, sights lifting to sit just behind you, and before you could even turn, a chair was being pulled up beside your own from another table. Turning your head to the owner, a smile burst across your face at the man sitting before you.

“Dario!” Your arms were around his neck before you could stop yourself, and he was chuckling as he bundled you into an equally enthusiastic hug. He chuckled lightly, pulling back only far enough to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, and you cupped his face as you parted from him. “You’re growing a beard!”

“My mother hates it.” He chuckled, rubbing a hand over it. As you twisted a little more towards him, he reached down, practically manhandling you as he reached for the edge of your seat by your legs, tugging it sideways to face him. You squealed as the chair jolted, screeching on the floor, tugging you closer as he leaned in. “Sei incantevole.”

“Are you charming me in Italian?” You smirk, a boyish smile on his face as he lounged back in his seat. “What are you doing here, anyway? Theo said none of you were flying in this year! I thought you couldn't make it.”

“I couldn't,” He sighed, shrugging, “But, then I heard that you would be here, without a date, and I knew I just had to make it. So, here I am, la mia bella donna. You think a short flight from Italy would stop me rushing over here to you?”

Your giggle was against your control. Even if he was more like family than a romantic interest, the way his accent twisted around coyly spoken words, was enough to bring a blush to even the most unreceptive woman’s face. “Cut it out, you flirt.”

“You’ll save me a dance later, right?”

“We’ll see.” He rose his brow, and you lifted your glass, taking a sip of bubbly to hide your smile, leaving him hanging. “Depends on how much more of your cheesy flirting I can endure.”

“You mean my wonderful Italian charm?” He teased, pinching one of your cheeks, and deepening the flush he had already created. “Don’t think I don’t see the way I make you blush.

You could only scoff, mouth dry as you tried to think of a retort, and you didn’t miss Theo muttering in Italian behind you, curse words you’d picked up on tumbling from his mouth.

“Perhaps this can convince you,” Dario reaches for his inner pocket, producing a small, slim box. An excited squeak breaks from you as he hands it over, your fingers brushing the elegant leather, an Italian name embossed across the front. “Open it later, alright?”

You could only nod, admiring it happily, before slipping the box safely inside of your clutch. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles as he stood. A final wink as he offered you hid charming goodbyes, and a farewell to the rest of the table, before returning his borrowed chair to where he had taken it from.

You watched as your friend left, disappearing into the crowd, no doubt to mingle and socialise as he had always been so good at, before you swung back around in your chair.

“He taught you everything you know, huh, Nott?”

Theo only shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. “What can I say, tesoro? We Nott men just have charm. We’ll woo your panties right off.” He winked, the cockiness not lasting long as Draco swung at him, a fist landing roughly on his arm as the Malfoy heir scowled, glaring at his best friend.

“Cut it out.” He growled the words through gritted teeth, and your hand shot up, rubbing at your lip to hide your grin as Draco made no effort to hide his own emotions. Theo only laughed, rubbing at the patch on his arm he’d taken the hit.

Dessert was served, a beautiful display of ice cream and winter berries that almost looked too good to eat. The key word being almost. You hadn't been able to resist, however, and the first small groan you’d let out as the sugar hit your tongue had Draco’s gaze snapping straight to you. I did not leave, once, after.

Instead, he watched, through a dark gaze, every curl of your lips around the spoon, every swipe of your tongue to catch the juice of burst berries. If you’d put on a little extra show, just for him, nobody else had to know.

It was like he was staring right into your soul, so intense, even after the meal was long since finished. Finally, you indulged him once again, turning to look at him and raising a brow. “Yes, Draco?”

“You look beautiful tonight, I am simply admiring.” He let his gaze move across you slowly, making his admiration apparent, and his gaze lingered a fraction of a second longer on your neck. He stared at you with open adoration, the kind of look that told you exactly how he felt, even if he was fighting it, but he was close to breaking. He was close to losing this game he didn’t know he was playing. Then, his gaze flickered over your shoulder, sweet observation morphing. His brows drew together, his open hand slamming down on the table hard enough to make the glass rattle. “Oh, fucking hell…”

Mattheo erupted with sudden laughter, loud and brash, and there was a tap on your shoulder before you could even ask him what had him in such hysterics. A young man you did not know, perhaps a few years younger than you, and glanced around the table to see which of your friends had put this one together. Each seemed to have caught on in their own time, and had a hand in adding to the fun, to watch Draco suffer more, but none of them were laying any claim to this one.

“I’ve been watching you all evening, and you are beautiful.” He smiled, stuttering over his words slightly, and Draco made no shy show of his disdain, rolling his eyes and making a disapproving sound. “I was wondering if you might grant me the pleasure of a dance?”

“She would dance with you,” Enzo interrupted, before you could speak at all, leaning forward toward the edge of your chair from his own, and you could have kissed him in gratitude for saving you. “But, she promised me her first dance. Isn’t that right, love? And I think now is the perfect time. Let’s go.”

Offering you his hand, you took it, letting him sweep you away without a second’s delay, navigating you both to the dance floor and twirling you expertly into his arms. One hand clasped your own, the other sitting at a respectable place on your waist, your own on his shoulder, and he fell into the well-rehearsed steps of a classical ballroom dance he’d been doing since he could walk.

You let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding your veins as you looked back to your seat, noticing that the boy had taken Enzo’s rejection well and disappeared, not hanging around and waiting for your return.

“You’re killing him slowly, like a predator playing with its prey,” Enzo smirked, neither of you needing to clarify who you were talking about, as he brought up his cousin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” He chuckled, spinning you out before pulling you back in, sharp actions that made you dizzy with their accuracy, and you grinned as he brought you tumbling right back into his arms, perfectly. If he’d been trying to win you over, his dancing alone would’ve had you swooning. “You just show up to a fancy event like this, dripping in diamonds and pearls and looking like a million bucks, supposedly single. You mean to tell me you didn’t know that all these rich London boys wouldn't descend on you like vultures?”

“Not my fault I’m single and hot, Enz.”

He just laughed, dipping you a little. “We do struggle, don’t we.” You wove between people, a happy silence falling between you both once again as he guided you over the floor, back and forth, “Are you, though? Single, I mean.”

“That is up to your cousin.”

“Touché.”

You continued to move, until your feet were sore from all the twirling, clinging to Enzo in fits of giggles as he spun and twirled and dipped you more, hands on your waist as he lifted you through the air, making a show of his dancing.

He may have seemed altruistic in his gestures, sweeping in to save you and Draco from your dance with the boy, but he was using you too. Enzo was taking every opportunity to show off his moves to every lady around the room watching, a flirty smile on his face between conversations and he glanced around, and you wouldn't be surprised if he received more offers than Theo or Dario by the end of the night.

As the third song came to an end, and the music fell for just a second, you panted slightly, arm around his neck now, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a bright smile. “Can we take a break?”

“Tired, already? You only gave me three so far.” He smirked at the way your jaw dropped, your face going hot and you knew your cheeks were red. You untangled yourself from his body, barely making it a step away from his laughter before he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side. “Oh, c’mon. I thought the aim was to flirt and make him mad?”

“He’s not even here to listen!”

“I’m practising,” Enzo murmured, steering you towards the bar, and leaning on the wood as he flagged down the bartender. You were quickly served, by a woman who fawned over Enzo as she passed by, and you had to snap your fingers in front of his face to snap his gaze away from her retreating form. “So, how long are you going to make him—”

A tap on Enzo’s shoulder cut him off, and he turned to look, straightening up instantly from his slumped position. As soon as he moved so you could see, your relaxation melted away too, as you found yourself face to face with Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.

“Lorenzo, I’ve hardly had a chance to talk to you all evening. I want to ask you about your schoolwork.” The impressively formal and deep voice of Lucius Malfoy settled over your skin like fresh snow, cold but smooth, and you shuddered.

Narcissa only chuckled lightly at her husband’s words, her eyes on you. “You’ve been busy, though. Who is your lovely lady?”

“Uncle Lucius, Aunt Cissa. This is my friend, (Y/n).”

It wasn’t exactly the circumstances you’d wanted to meet them under, but you smiled nonetheless, nerves running wild as you offered your hand to them both, shaking politely just as your parents had taught you.

“Ah, (Y/n). Yes. I make a point of knowing all of Draco’s school friends, but I’m in business with your father, aren’t I?” Something like a small kernel of sweetness was buried in that statement, his interest in his son’s life, even if he tried to hide it behind formalities, but it wasn’t your place to comment.

“Yes, sir. That is correct.”

“They’re very proud of your schoolwork. They were telling me about your latest project. You synthesised a new potion to grow murkweed faster, is that true?”

You were surprised he knew so much, your small project submitted for Herbology was the last thing you’d expected Lucius Malfoy to know of, or take an interest in, and your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to form words. “Yes. Yes, sir. That’s right.”

“Interesting.” That calculating gaze scanned over you, analysing you from head to toe, like he could see right through you with a single glance. “That is impressive, for someone of your age. I’d be open to learning more. Are you considering making a future out of your alchemy talents? I have connections that I could contact for you.”

You were speechless, your stomach going wild with butterflies born of both excitement and anxiety. He smirked, a look that would set you on edge if you weren’t sure deep down that this was in your interests, not against them.

“Perhaps we can discuss it more soon, when we next see you. With Enzo?”

Enzo’s arm around your waist shifted, a reassuring weight that you were sure had been your only grounding presence for this surreal conversation. He patted your hip encouragingly. “Oh, no, we aren’t…”

Motioning between you both, Lucius’ brows furrowed, and Narcissa tried to hide her sigh.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Aunt Cissa. (Y/n) isn’t mine, though it is wonderful that you approve.” Before either could question him, or expand on their confusion, Enzo gave your waist a final rub, before removing his touch from you entirely, and stepping towards his family. “Shall we go and discuss schoolwork then, Uncle? You have questions, and I have answers. I hope the ones you want.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/l/n).” Lucius politely offered you his hand again, shaking it firmly, and that was about as friendly a dismissal as you’d ever get from him, you’d heard. This was only supported by the surprised look on Narcissa’s face, and the beam Enz gave you as he guided his uncle away.

“I hope to see you again soon, (Y/n). You look wonderful this evening, thank you for coming.” Narcissa murmured, before following her husband and nephew, glancing back at you only once over her shoulder. She knew. The woman was far more cunning than she let on, the true embodiment of a sneaky Slytherin, observing quietly and taking everything in. Her eyes glinted. She knew you knew she knew, too.

Your heart was pounding, cheeks warm as you lifted your fingers to them cautiously. The disappointed waitress placed down two drinks before you, Enzo long gone without his, but you smiled at her with appreciation, fingers shaking a little as you lifted the glass to your lips to take a sip.

You’d spoken to Draco’s parents.

They’d liked you. Lucius had offered to put you onto the career path, and Narcissa had complimented your dress. A soft laugh of disbelief slipped free, your eyes sliding closed for just a second as you revelled in the moment.

It hasn’t been what you’d set out for tonight, but it was far more than what you’d hoped for. Opening your eyes again, to head back to the table and find Draco, you were met by the sight of a stranger leaning before you on the bar, grinning down at you in amusement. “Hello.”

“Hi.” You gave a terse smile, and a single nod. “If you’ll excuse me—”

“I didn’t even get to ask you to dance yet. Saw you out on the floor with the Berkshire boy, earlier, and I thought—”

“I’m dancing with her next, mate. Piss off.”

Draco rarely sounded that mad, a chill went down your spine as you felt an arm slide around your waist, tugging you back into his chest. “Dray…”

The stranger only scoffed, glaring at Draco as he wandered away, and your hand reached for his forearm on your body. He snatched it away too soon, however, tugging on your hip to turn you around. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes more frozen than the coldest glacier. “Dance with me.”

Not a request, and he didn’t wait for an answer, before plucking your drink from your hand and slamming it down onto the bar, guiding you back to the swaying bodies. Standing before you, you offered him your hand, your hand sitting lightly on his shoulder. He didn’t take the respectable route, instead, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, sweeping you close to his body, and beginning to move you both in simple steps.

It was several minutes before he relaxed, your arm sliding further around his neck in a more intimate hold, bringing the two of you much closer, swaying slowly. The tension in his body gave way with every step, and with a resigned sigh, he finally spoke, “You met my parents.”

“I did. They were lovely. Very curious about Enzo and I’s relationship.”

His hand clenched on your waist, and you tipped your head at him as his piercing gaze drilled into you. One more move…

“Oh, don’t be so mad, Dray. We’re only shagging, after all. You’ll find a new girl if I get swept away by someone else.”

His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching, and a fire burned in those silver eyes now, melting the ice away with rage. Checkmate.

“You win, alright? I’m not playing this stupid game any longer.” He took a deep breath, and another, fingers twitching on your back as jealousy bubbled under the surface. “For fucks sake, how many pieces of jewellery from other guys are you wearing? Who bought you those earrings, that necklace? I should be the only one buying you gifts. I should be the one spoiling you. You want the Malfoy family ring? I’ll go yank it off my mother’s engagement ring from her finger right now, just take all this off.”

He studied you for a second, confusion growing at the smirk that grew on your lips. Victory was yours, and you leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. Letting the hand from his neck smooth down his chest, his gaze stayed locked on the jewels around your neck, glaring angrily. “No.”

“No?”

“No. It’s pretty. I’m going to keep wearing it all, let it remind you what you have. Next time you piss me off, forget a date, or use the last of my shampoo, I’m going to put it all back on so you can remember how many guys would jump at the chance.” His nostrils flared, but he stayed silent, wisely knowing when to keep his mouth shut. “I don’t want your family ring, Malfoy. Not yet. I just want a proper title, and the respect that comes with it. I’m not your booty call, or your side piece. You don’t want to play games anymore? Then don’t.”

“You already won.” He whispers, his head dropping down to let his forehead rest on your own. “You know how much you mean to me.”

“Yes, I do. But I want the whole world to know it, too, Dray.”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he twisted his head, enough to press his mouth to your own, silencing any more arguments between you both as he kissed you. His lips claimed yours, a tender and loving kiss, showing everyone just how much you meant to him. There was no mistaking the emotions within it, not as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him as the pretence of dancing was given up, your hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, meeting every push and pull.

When he pulled away, your smile took over, bashful now under his openly adoring gaze, and he stole several more pecks from your lips. A happy sound escaped you as he tugged you in, tucking his face into your neck, and swaying you both to the music.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“You have, but I’d be open to hearing it again.” Your hand smoothed over his hair, and he chuckled against your skin, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck before raising to meet your eye.

“You are breathtaking, darling. I’m in awe. This colour is my favourite, you know.”

“Why do you think I wore it?”

His fingers trailed down your spine, eyes sparkling even more at that revelation. “How about we get out of here? We’ll make our goodbyes to my parents, and head out.”

“Our goodbyes?” You repeated as he took your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Yes. From their son and his girlfriend. I think you deserve a proper introduction, after all.”

Tugging you across the floor, he gave you no time to prepare, and certainly, none to disagree, as you smoothed your hair and attempted to control the blush he’d brought to your cheeks. Through the crowds he wove, until he was pulling to a stop just shy of his parents, and Enzo looked as though he could have cried with relief when Lucius’ intense focus was taken away from him. The boy quickly slipped away as both of Draco’s parents turned to face you.

“Miss (Y/l/n), when we said we hoped to see you again soon, I didn’t realise you’d take it quite this literally.” He murmured, voice as low and calm as always, and your lips parted, a different kind of heat flooding your features.

“Oh, behave now, Lucius,” Narcissa grinned, her gaze dropping to your clasped hands, before she reached up to her son’s face, pinching his cheek with a smile. “Draco, darling, I’ve hardly seen you all evening.”

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you Mother, but we’ll be leaving early.” She only gave him a knowing look, ignoring Lucius’ displeased huff, as if she wasn’t surprised at all.

“‘We’?”

“My girlfriend and I.” He said, proud and strong, before tugging you forward a little more to stand in front of him. His hand left your own, circling your waist instead, and she offered him a smile at the news.

“I see.” She smiled, patting her son’s cheek affectionately, before turning that knowing gaze on you. “Now Lorenzo’s evasiveness whenever I asked him about you makes sense.”

“You asked about me?” Your words were a rushed squeak, which only seemed to amuse Narcissa more.

“Of course, dear. I wanted to know more about you. I’d ask you to sit and chat with me for a spell, but I believe my son might combust if I did.”

“Mother!” He gasped, and Lucius only tutted.

“Draco.” His father growled softly, shaking his head, and the red on his son’s cheeks only grew.

“You both may go, for now. But I hope you’ll visit me soon, and we might talk?”

“You mean… just us?” Your words tapered off to a near whisper, and Lucius smirked to himself as Draco rolled his eyes.

“Yes, dear. We’ll have tea.”

You could only nod, bidding your final farewells to them both in a state of awe, before Draco was hurrying you along. Tight hands gripping your waist, lips on your neck as he loved you through the crowds, swiping up your bag and giving you barely a moment to say goodbye to your friends before sweeping you away again. It was only due to the snow falling outside, you were sure, that he allowed you to stop long enough to get your coats.

Helping you, he lifted the garment onto you from behind, kissing your cheek as he reached around your body to fasten it. His elegant coat was already on, and leather gloves were on his hands as he offered you one. Lacing your fingers through his own, he smiled, tugging you out into the freezing night, and ushering you around the side of the Manor, away from the stream of cars lined up for guests as they left.

“Where are we going, Dray?”

“To one of the gardens near the path.” He never turned back, leading you carefully around patches of ice and slippery snow as you moved, the light from the house fading. It was almost pitch black, before he mumbled a small spell, and the garden lights glowed to light, glittering on the fresh blanket of ice.

Sitting on the grass was an old-fashioned sleigh, enchanted to keep dry, even in the snow, and two reindeer sat happily in the snow snuffling at the grass and scattered food.

The landscape stretched out far before you both, trees and grass and walls all covered in snow like something from a Christmas card, and the sigh that left your lips clouded in the air before your face.

“Oh, Draco…” Taking a few steps closer, snow-tipped over the tops of your heels as you stepped off the pathway onto the grass, chilling your feet for only a second, before Draco was following. Scooping you up into his arms, you kicked the ice from your feet with a giggle, your arms looping around his neck. “What’s all this?”

“This is your Christmas present. I didn’t realise that was the kind of ice you wanted instead.” He muttered, eyes flicking down to your neck, as he carried you carefully through the snow and towards the ornate sleigh. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he smiled shyly, avoiding your gaze as he became embarrassed, “I wanted to do something romantic for you. We can take the sleigh back to the town, get a cab, and take the jet anywhere you want to go. Pansy already packed a bag for you.”

He placed you down on the edge of the sleigh, letting you shuffle across onto the warmed leather. With another kiss to your lips, he scoffed at your smile.

“Merry Christmas, my wicked little girlfriend.”

“I can’t believe you arranged all this.” You were practically bouncing in your seat, watching as Draco nervously tugged on the reins, prompting the lazy animals to stand back up, before settling into the sleigh himself. Like they knew just what to do, they took off in a slow trot, tugging the pair of you along through the snow.

“Maybe if you’d have waited, instead of making me fight for my life tonight, you’d have been surprised.”

His arm was splayed along the back of the seat, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. Curling his arm around you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, shaking his head and burying his nose in your hair. “If I didn’t make you fight for me, Dray, you’d probably have introduced me to your mother as your study partner. I gave you a little push, that’s all.”

“Is that so?” He muttered, guiding your face up so he could peck your lips. “Who do you think helped me arrange all of this for my ‘lovely lady friend’, hm? I’ve been writing to my mother about having an interest in someone for months now. You underestimate me.”

“You never gave me any other indication!”

“Oh, please. You walk me like a damn dog, you knew how I felt.” His mouth closed over your own, stealing a kiss, and you couldn't help but smile into it. “I think tonight just proves it.”

The sleigh trotted on as Draco kissed you in the back, beyond thought and reason, your hands tucked into his coat for warmth as he kept you cuddled in close to his side.

Minutes melted away, the two of you lost in your own world as you jostled and trotted through the fields, back toward the town. Whatever he had planned, it had been in motion for days, and the thought only made you fall a little more in love with him. Perhaps you had underestimated him, but none of it mattered now, not when he was kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, and you had him in your arms, properly, at last.

“So, Pansy knew about your little plan?”

“Yes. I told her days ago.”

“Hm…” You loved her, and it was perhaps her knowledge of Draco’s actions that made this all the funnier. “So, she knew about your plan, and mine. And still, she made sure to introduce guys to me all night. She played us both just for her own amusement.”

As you thought of her, your fingers lifted to your neck, sitting on the delicate jewellery there, and Draco huffed. Looping his finger underneath it, he tugged lightly. “Can you take this off now, please?”

“Why would I do that?” His pout deepened, glaring at the offending item, and you gave in with an airy laugh. “Pansy, Daph and Tori picked it out personally.”

“What?” His head snapped up, pout gone as his jaw dropped, and he was not laughing like you were. “You let me believe another guy decked you out in diamonds all night! What about the matching earrings?”

“Blaise.”

“The bracelet?”

“Theo and the Notts.”

At that mention, his eyes narrowed again, searching for your clutch and finding it resting in your lap. “But Theo’s cousin Mario gave you a separate gift.”

“Dario.” You corrected, and he mimicked it childishly, scoffing afterwards. “Well, that part was real. He truly was flirting, and I have no idea what it is, I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Give it to me.” He reached for your bag, a second too slow as you swiped it away from him with a gasp. He didn’t give up, still trying to snatch it as he leaned over you, pressing you back into the seat through fits of laughter, the two of you fighting over the bag until it was pressed to your chest, your eyes wide as you stared up at him, shaking your head. “Give it to me! I’m chucking it, hand it over!”

“No, it’s mine!” He slumped back into his seat, panting for breath and smoothing his hair back down. He was pointedly staring away in the opposite direction, and when you leaned in closer with a chuckle, he leaned away. Grabbing his shoulder, you planted yourself firmly in his lap, kissing the underside of his jaw. “I’m keeping it, but your present is better, I just know it. Whatever it is, could never beat this.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Dray.”

He gave in, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer to his body and pressing a happy kiss to your cheek. “Fine, but I’m buying you a new necklace when we get off the damn plane. I don’t care who bought that one.”

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