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honeyynymphh · 1 year

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Il Cuore Della Principessa Papa IV x Fem!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 1.7k tags/warning: thigh riding, daddy dom papa, kisses, cuddles, google translated italiano summary: overworked and exhausted, Papa insists you take a break.

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“Sorella?” Bleary-eyed you look up and see Copia standing in front of you, hands clasped in front of him. The sight of him in his black suit with his meticulously painted papal paints makes you smile, albeit tiredly. You hum in response, stifling a yawn as you do. You’ve been in the library for hours now—what time was it? You glance at the large clock on the wall and notice it’s nearly eleven o’clock. Another glance out the large windows of the abbey library shows the darkened sky and you can hear the rain steadily pattering against the glass. There is barely anyone else in here. You’d only ducked out briefly for dinner and that had been hours ago.

You stretch your arms up, luxuriating in the feel of your poor cramped muscles getting a break from the hunched position you’d been cooped up in. You drop your arms and try to stifle another yawn, twiddling the pen in your hand.

“It’s time to rest, cara mia,” says Copia, coming around the large table and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“But I have to get this done for Sister Imperator,” you say with a sigh, eyes dropping down to look at the pages strewn before you. Why did you agree to help Sister with Papa Terzo’s taxes…a nightmare.

“You can do so tomorrow or the next day,” he says, taking the pen out of your unresisting grasp and throwing it on the table. “Pick up your things.”

“But Sister—”

Copia takes your chin gently, but firmly, between two gloved fingers to make you look up at him.

“I am your Papa, not Imperator, and I said pick up your things,” he repeats evenly. “Now, dolce.”

With a sigh, you grab all your documents, placing them back into the numerous folders. Really, you could have worked in Sister’s office. But it was so much calmer in the library—and there was so much more space. Also, you did not like all the prying questions she had about you and Copia. You know she meant well, but it was annoying…and also, you had no idea what your relationship was with the head of the church.

He effortlessly steers you out of the silent library and towards his papal chambers, taking the folders from your hands and carefully placing them on a nearby coffee table when you enter the room. The chill from the rain had permeated the old abbey, but it was currently being banished by the low fire crackling merrily in the fireplace. When he seats himself in the overly gilded, yet surprisingly comfortable, chaise lounge in front of the flickering flames he pats the space next to him. You follow, legs dragging with how tired you are to sit next to him. Immediately he pulls you into him so your head is in the crook of his neck and your legs tangled with his as you lie together on the lounge. The smell of chapel incense still clings to him from this morning's sermon, along with the heady mix of his cologne and that earthy yet undeniable scent that is so purely him. You bury yourself into him with a contented sigh, eyes closing as you relish in the feel of the warm fire and his arms around you.

“You’ve been working so hard, dolce,” he says, voice a gentle tease. “I’ve been lonely without you.”

Your eyes snap open at that and your hand fiddles with the fabric of his jacket as you listen to the steady beat of his heart underneath your cheek. You watch the flames flicker low in the grate for a moment before you speak.

“You’re Papa, you cannot be lonely,” you say, trying to not sound like a jealous child. But you are. You are certain he’s still managed to find someone else to warm his bed while you’ve been working overtime. You try to keep your voice casual, despite the way your words make your heart ache in your chest. “You can have any sibling you wish to keep you company.”

“I only have one principessa,” he says, the words rumbling against your cheek as he speaks.

He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead. It’s sweet. But it still makes your eyes prick as your chest is suddenly overwhelmed with feeling. You don’t want to share him. It doesn’t matter if he only calls you that, it still doesn’t stop the bitter feeling you have knowing he is still kissing others the way he kisses you. Or that he touches them with the same fingers that are now skating over your cheek.

“Mmm.” You keep fiddling with his suit jacket, fingers tracing over the embroidered grucifix.

“Principessa.” His voice is a gentle admonition. You ignore him, still letting your fingers worry the embroidery. He takes your hand away and forces you to lean back so his slightly unnerving gaze is upon yours and you quickly look down, unable to face it. “Principessa, look at me.”

Reluctantly you do and a gloved hand cups your cheek while staring defiantly at him, willing yourself not to cry. The smell of him and his hand on your face is overwhelming you, your chest aches as that unwavering gaze holds you.

“Just you, amore mio,” he says.

You try to look away again but his hand holds you firmly. “Copia, I—” The words fail you. You cannot speak as they catch in your throat. Yet you do not need words, the man knows you too well by now.

“Shh,” he murmurs, sitting up and pulling you towards him so you’re in his lap, legs straddling him and habit bunching around the tops of your thighs. “Papa has you.”

Your throat closes with the emotion and you suck in a sharp breath to steady yourself. He removes his gloves before you feel his large hands in your hair, soothing against your scalp. When he brings you closer, tucking your head under his chin you can’t help the few tears that fall. You’re so tired, and stressed—oh, you are happy to help Imperator, but it’s a lot of tedious work. The possibility that you do not have to share this man with anyone else is too much right now and the inviting pull of sinking into his embrace is too hard to ignore. All you want is to stay safe in his arms, letting the soothing motion of his hands stroking your hair lull you into a gentle reverie.

“Do you need Papa?” he asks, once more tilting your head up to look at him. He sighs at the sight of tears on your face and you press your lips together to stop the sob from escaping. When you give a quick but fervent nod, he wipes the tears from your cheeks. “No more tears, principessa.”

He leans his, lips capturing yours effortlessly. Despite the paint, you melt into it. Or perhaps you have simply grown too used to the paint, and the taste of it is merely a promise of pleasure to come. The hands in your hair move to hold your face as his tongue snakes into your mouth. Your own hands are pressed against his chest, the solid feeling of it is a steadying comfort as you are consumed by the urgent way you respond to his kiss. Your entire body is suddenly on fire for him, the melancholy starting to slink away back into the shadows as Papa nips at your bottom lip. A whimper manages to escape and you press your mouth against his with earnest, grinding into his lap in your desperation to be closer.

“Papa…” you whine.

The man nips at your lip again and you feel the gentle rumble of his low chuckle when you press yourself down against him again. It’s impossible to ignore the hardness pressing against you when he is wearing those tight trousers and you’re overcome with wanton desperation at the thought of him buried within you. Hastily you move to undo his jacket but he grabs your wrists with ease and you catch the smirk on his smudged lips.

“You have such little patience, principessa,” he teases, releasing your wrists and shifting you over so he can spread his legs. With you now straddling a single thigh, he pushes it up against your clothed sex. Your hands move to grip at his shoulders as it sends a wave of bliss rolling through you, leaving only a want for more in its wake. “You need to calm a little…relax, si? Go slow.”

You nod and he presses his thigh up against your pussy again making you moan. The friction feels far too good and you don’t need any more words from him to start rubbing yourself against his thigh. It’s solid beneath you and whenever he presses it up to meet you, causing your clit to throb at the added pressure your breath hitches.

“Good girl,” he says, hands moving to hold your waist. “You use Papa.”

Your movements get quicker as you feel your core tightening, the tendrils of bliss just within reach. You are sure you must be ruining his trousers, you can feel the sodden fabric of your knickers as you rub yourself against his thigh. It’s nowhere near as good as having his cock in you, or his fingers, but right now you are too keyed up to care. It’s friction, delicious friction, and the way Papa holds you in place has you keening. The tension snaps quickly when he presses his thigh against your clit and you come, the sweet relief making fresh tears prick at your eyes.

You ride it out against him, moaning as the pleasure ripples through you. Hands grip his suit jacket, creasing the fabric as you frantically hold onto him. A few moments pass as you come back to yourself, breaths evening out as Papa brushes a hand against your forehead before leaning in to plant a kiss.

“Does that feel better, la mia piccola principessa?” Another kiss is pressed against your forehead and you can’t help but smile. “Tell me.”

“Yes, Papa,” you breathe, sliding closer to him so you can tuck your head back under his chin.

“Sei l'unico per me, dolce.” Arms wrapping around you, he holds you close. “Just you, capisci? The only one for Papa.”

Amore mio - My love

La mia piccola principessa - My little princess

Sei l'unico per me, dolce - You’re the only one for me, dolce

Capisci? - You understand?

I have not proof read this and its like 12:30am but WOOH.

#started making it had a breakdown bon appetit #im fine #🥲🥲🥲#the band ghost fic #papa iv x female reader #papa iv x reader #fic: il cuore della principessa #im not sticking this on ao3 because i cannot be bothered and its kinda lame :))))#this isnt even that emotional but im Unwell so !#anyway dont perceive me thanks :)))#my-writing #update: less mentally unstable me added it to ao3 lmao

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ironmandeficiency · 1 year

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i’m supposed to make dessert for a friendsgiving dinner tomorrow but i don’t have the energy or motivation, so i’m gonna get a walmart cake & have the bakery person write “started baking, had a mental breakdown, bon appetite”

#jj’s on the dumb bitch juice #i was gonna do a sopapilla cheesecake but my motivation to bake has disappeared #i’ve worked nearly every day the past couple weeks and my body isn’t used to it #so now walmart cake will be my contribution

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goeie-morgen · 3 years

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Friday June 25th 2021 from Sander’s POV

(or: due to wtFOCK not giving me what I wanted, I’ve written it myself)

#started writing this 2 months ago #had a little mental breakdown #got my shit together #finally finished it #bon appetit #wtfock #wtfock fanfic

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marvel-ous-shitposts · 4 years

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WM 17: Inflamed

Peter Parker didn’t get sick. That’s why the pain in his stomach that had started in AP Lang, his last class of the day, was starting to worry him just a little bit.

Today was a lab day, so he waved goodbye to Ned, making his way to Happy’s Audi just a little less gracefully than he normally would have. He slid into the backseat, resting his head against the window. Happy made a comment about him being quiet, but he just shrugged it off. He could tell that Happy wasn’t convinced, but still, they rode the rest of the way in silence, for which Peter was relieved. The pain shifted to his side and he shut his eyes, trying to make it go away through sheer force of will alone. He was concentrating so hard that he didn’t even notice they’d stopped until Happy called out to him. “Earth to Peter. What, you have a bad day at school or something?” There was genuine concern hidden behind that gruff tone, and Peter nodded, turning to open his door when the wave of nausea hit him. He managed to stumble out of the car, mumbling an “oh shit,” before the contents of his lunch spilled out onto the concrete. Happy’s “what the hell?” mingled with another wave of pain in Peter’s side, and for a second Peter could’ve sworn he heard Mr. Stark’s voice before he toppled towards the ground, the world going black.

Peter woke up to the familiar sound of the med-bay, a monitor beeping softly behind him. “Hey, kid.” Mr. Stark was standing beside him on one side, May and Happy asleep beside each other in the chairs on the other. “What-“ “Appendicitis,” Mr. Stark cut him off. “Kid, the next time you’re in excruciating amounts of pain, do you think you could tell one of us? Preferably before you go and pass out onto concrete?” Peter shrugged, looking sheepishly at his hands. Mr. Stark’s expression softened. “Sorry, Pete. You scared us, is all.” He ruffled Peter’s hair gently, and Peter smiled, shutting his eyes. As he slid back to sleep, Peter almost thought he heard Mr. Stark say “love you, kid.”

#amow 2020 #whumpmonth 2020 #peter parker #happy hogan #tony stark #whump #vomit cw #appendicitis #emetophobia #emeto warning #peter parker whump #my fic #My writing #Elliot writes #Fic #wow this is b a d #I want yall to know that I wrote it at 11:45 last night and promptly passed out after writing it #'started making it. had a mental breakdown. bon appetit'#except i was already having a mental breakdown when i started writing it so. enjoy

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lollytea · 3 years

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Girl Talk

(ngl I hate this sm. I wrote this fic yesterday, the file corrupted and i lost everything, had a breakdown, rewrote everything the next day because I am obnoxiously stubborn. Anyways Hunter and Luz content. Bon Appetit?)

(READ ON AO3)

“Okay, but what am I even supposed to say to her? Oh! Maybe I could write down some jokes on the back of my glyph slips in case things get awkward. Wait, no, I don't want her to think I'm not taking this seriously. I don't need to be goofy all the time just to hang out with her. I need her to know that I'm serious about her and this whole...romantic thing. And I know she gets upset when she thinks I'm making fun of her so...”

“Alright, so, get this. It says here that there was once this old witch who lived on the outskirts of Latissa and his whole thing was experimenting by mixing paints and magic together. Apparently the stuff he created was like....super powerful.”

“I mean, she said she likes me 'cause I'm goofy and funny and lovable and...and...and I'm sure there's other adjectives I could use but I'm drawing a blank here. So, who am I to deprive her of what she signed up for? But I can't just....ugh, I can't even think right!”

“It doesn't have a lot of info on his specific technique but I'm sure if we did some more research, we could successfully replicate his experiments. We're pretty good at figuring stuff out. Woah, wait. I wonder what would happen if we created glyphs with this paint....maybe it would enhance the spell's level of power. Oh, that would be so cool!”

Luz stopped pacing, the floorboards practically burning after she thoroughly wore down the surface with her frantic footsteps. She set a hand on her hip and turned a withering look on her guest.

“Call me coocoo but I don't think you're listening to a word I say.”

Hunter lifted his head to blink up at her, chewing on the end of a pen. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, boxed in by towers of Eda's Wild Magic books.

There was a glassy look in his eye, as if he was trying to get his bearings after being abruptly yanked out of an alternate dimension.

He had been, in a way. Luz was inclined to call it “Booksville.”

When Luz first met Hunter, this sort of stuff was a big, huge No-No for him. She could've invited him to take a look at any one of those books, packed with information on that obsession of his and of course, he'd be crazy with intrigue but he would hesitate. If he even opened the book at all, he'd card through the pages with an almost jumpy sense of caution, as if the paper itself would sting his fingers.

Well, that ship had certainly sailed. It had taken him a while to get fully comfortable but nowadays, Hunter didn't ask twice before digging into the contents of Eda's books, soaking up every tidbit of every sentence until he had exhausted every page.

He had even brought his own index flags to mark his favorite passages. He had gone on a little rant earlier about how Eda was an outright maniac for dog-earring the page corners.

Luz made a mental note to never show him the state of her Azura books. He would probably cry.

Hunter had become so lost in the Wild Magic sauce, he didn't even seem to care about the fact that he was not supposed to be here.

Of course, Eda didn't mind that he was here. That is to say, Luz didn't technically tell her he was here. She and King were currently out, being menaces to society and all that fun stuff, as they usually were before Luz would sneak Hunter in.

So, to be fair, Eda had never specifically said that Luz was not allowed to let The Golden Guard of the Emperor's coven into their home.

It was probably fine, right?

Yeah, it was probably fine that Luz had been hiding The Golden Guard of the Emperor's coven in her bedroom like some kind of forbidden pet.

Speaking of forbidden pets, that precious red cardinal of his was perched like a Christmas decoration atop his shoulder. That little rascal did wonders for Hunter. He seemed so much cuter than he was when there was an adorable little palisman snuggling up to him.

Once Hunter had processed what Luz said to him, his features screwed up tight. He was offended.

“Whadd'ya mean I'm not listening? I bet you can't repeat anything I was just talking about.”

“Ugh! Yeah, Hunter, I heard you. Paints! You wanna start painting as a hobby and let me just tell you, I fully support your budding creativety and will hype up your work with my entire heart but please. Right now I am having a full blown Amity Calamity!”

“Yeah, okay, that is not what I was talking about. Also, I get that you're freaking out n' all but....what do you expect me to do about it?” He threw his hands about wildly, at a complete loss. “Man, I don't know anything about that stuff,”

“I don't knowww....” Luz groaned. “I just....ugggghhh.” She buried her head in her hands, ruffling her hair into oblivion, like it would miraculously stimulate her brain cells into action. It released some pent up frustration, at least. “I wish it was easier for us to just talk about girls together.”

Hunter perked up. “Talk about girls? Are you kidding? Of course we can talk about girls, dummy!”

“Wait, really?” Luz asked, taken aback by this apparent development.

“Yeah, for sure. One sec,” Buzzing with eagerness, Hunter dove into his stacks of books, emerging seconds later with a worn, dust encrusted volume. It was so ancient, the title had faded away but Hunter still put his finger to where the big letters should be.

“Notable Female Witches of The Savage Ages,” He rattled off delightedly. “They were considered the mothers of Wild Magic. Their style of spell was really quite advanced, see they--”

Despite her frayed nerves, Luz sill managed a weak laugh.

As insufferable as he could be sometimes, she really did like this nerd a lot.

“Okay, Hunter. Buddy,” She said gently. “This stuff sounds really cool and I wanna hear all about it at some point buuuut....when I say girls, I mean...y'know. Amity specifically.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.”

Hunter's face fell with disappointment but he was quick to snap back into a look of cool indifference. He shut the book in his lap with a soft thump, set it aside and turned his full attention to Luz.

“Sooooo...” he began awkwardly, scratching at his ear. It could not be more obvious that Hunter wanted nothing to do with this discussion. But Luz appreciated that he was trying. “Girlfriend problems, huh? Shoot.”

Luz's cheeks darkened. “Heh. 'Girlfriend'. Yeah, that's...uh...” She was suddenly very inconvenienced by the existence of her own hands so she clasped them together tight to keep herself from fidgeting. “That is.....a word for Amity.”

Hunter frowned, puzzled. “Okaaaay? So, what's the issue?”

“Ohhhhhh, boy.” An ironic, long suffering smile stretched across her face. “Let me just tell you that there is a lot goin' on up here, pal.” Luz tapped her finger against her temple. “So if I'm gonna give you the full unabridged version--”

“You could summarize it.”

“You know I don't know how to do that.”

“Yeah, I know.” Hunter sighed. “Figured it was worth a shot. Okay, let's hear it.”

“Alright but this is gonna be a lot so I suggest you strap yourself in,”

Luz sucked in a deep inhale, with full intent to let the entire flood of thoughts cascade out her mouth.

Hunter's eyes snapped to the floor, like he was actually looking for a safety harness to attach himself to. Then he seemed to realize that was ridiculous, as he scowled to himself. Little Rascal chirped and he irritably mumbled something under his breath in response.

And then Luz took off.

“Alright, so!” She announced, clapping her hands together. “So me and Amity have known each other fooooor...a while now? Yeah, it's been a while. And we've been pretty good friends ever since and then one day, she rescued me from her scary mom and she had this black flowing cape and her voice went all low and then suddenly, huh. Doki doki, y'know?” She thumped a fist against her chest. “I was gettin' all feelings-y up in here,”.

“And then a little later I figured out that we were both feeling kinda feelings-y and I was all like,” She mimed a brain explosion. “Pshww....”

“Pshww....” Hunter repeated quietly, testing out the little sound effect on his tongue. “Doki...doki....?”

“Yeah. Exactly. Doki doki. Pshww.” Luz nodded, as if he had made a valuable contribution. “So, now we're both here in the same boat, fully shish kebab-ed by Cupid's arrow.”

“Hold up. What language are you speaking?”

“And things are....great? Nice? Sorta hard to believe but stuff actually happens. We hold hands a few times, we...” The volume of her voice dropped to a bashful murmur. “we kiss a few times. There was so many beautiful, amazing romance-y moments that happened, just like in movies, y'know?”

“Movies....?” Hunter's bewildered stare turned from Luz to the bird on his shoulder, as if he was going to get any further clarification from either of them.

“Right! But here's the thing. It sorta feels like all that stuff just went by in a blur. I don't even know how I did any of that. The hand holding, the smooches the....ugh! It was like I was on autopilot or something and now I have no idea how to operate. Now, no matter how hard I try to get the vibe right, I can recreate those moments. So now it's starting to feel like...I don't know how to do anything!”

Luz's arms were whizzing around like an out of control windmill.

“I mean, Sure, Amity takes the lead sometimes but I can't make her carry this entire....relationship? Flirtationship? Whatever it is that's happening here! I gotta act or something! But I've been thinking about it waaaay too much. I never know the right time to hold her hand, I never know if she wants me to tell her she looks cute or if now maybe isn't the right time or...it's awkward, okay?! I've been making it awkward 'cause I don't know what to do! I-I don't even know for sure if we're dating! We've never talked about it!”

The last sentence came out as a squeak and Luz realized she had used up all her oxygen and needed to take a breather.

Hunter had not said a word but Luz did not know what to make of that dissecting stare of his, that studied her with a mixture of confusion and fascination. Like she was some kind of peculiar animal. A flushed, panting, peculiar animal.

“So.” He said finally, holding his palm out for Little Rascal to migrate from his shoulder to his hands. “Why don't you talk about it?”

He asked like it was the obvious solution. Luz was a little irked by it, but she kept her patience.

“Oh, Hunter. Sweet Hunter.” She heaved an exhausted sigh. “It is not that simple.”

He still didn't seem to understand. “Well, why not?”

“'Cause it's--.....Uh.” Luz trailed off, twirling her wrist around as if expecting to snatch an eloquent articulation out of thin air.

“Okay. Lemme put it like this. Amity is....really special. To me. Sometimes I still can't believe that she's real and she's friends with me and she likes me and....whew.” She pressed her fingertips to her cheek, surprised by the warmth. Even thinking that sort of stuff prompted a blush or two but it seemed saying it out loud made her face scalding.

“Anyway, now that we're going through....this, everything feels so much more....fragile?” Her voice rose in pitch, uncertain if 'Fragile' was even a suitable word to describe her feelings. It was just a vague, wishy-washy concept to describe.

“Like I feel like I could break it all so easy, just by....” Wait, she knew. She had figured out her handle on this.

“Just by being me.” She felt an ache just by admitting it, but it was the truth. Luz exhaled unsteadily to compose herself, clasping her fists tight into the fabric of her shorts and she continued...calmly.

“I can't risk doing anything that's gonna push her or make her uncomfortable or scare her away or...y'know, ruin this.” She held up her palms with a heavy shrug. “I-I don't have a plan and it would be way too reckless to wing it. Who knows what would come out of my mouth? She tells me a billion times that my weirdness is what she likes about me but...it can just as easily be the thing she hates if I overdo. I can't overdo it.

Luz was expecting Hunter to look at her like she was dumb again, but surprisingly, he nodded. A slow, thoughtful nod, as he absentmindedly scratched Little Rascal under the chin.

As the silence filled a little longer, she was starting to believe he had nothing else to add, which was fine. She had wanted to rant her heart out but realistically, she couldn't imagine Hunter having any advice for her. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise.

“Hey, Luz.” He said at last, voice surprisingly breezy. “You know those books that you really like? Uhh, with the nice witch Azuzu or whatever,”

“It's the Good Witch Azura!” Luz snapped, hands flying to her hips. “And I know you just pretended to not know her name. You're just trying to be cool.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The corner of Hunter's lip tweaked upwards. “And wasn't there that other witch that you liked to pretend was Azura's girlfriend?

Luz scoffed, finding it utterly unbelievable that this obnoxious little man had the audacity to be so dismissive towards her favorite book series, when she had been sweet enough to smuggle him in here.

“She was not her 'Girlfriend', she was her 'Soulmate' and if you even listened to me talk about it, you would know that. For your information, her name was Hecate and she began as Azura's rival but over the course of the series, they developed a beautiful, unbreakable bond that was jam packed with heavy romantic subtext. I mean, even their declaration of their eternal friendship in Book Five, which was really emotionally poignant by the way, reads so much like a love confession, it's a crime. And it's like...Ladies! Just kiss already!”

“Okay. Right. Sure. I understood some of that.”

“I mean, I guess I've read a ton of Heczura fanfics to tide me over. It's hard to find a fic where they don't kiss. Hold on, you know what fanfiction is, right?”

“Yeah.” The light in Hunter's eyes dimmed. “You made me sit through that three hour long slideshow presentation, remember?”

“Oh, right,” Luz popped a finger gun. “That was fun,”

It was fun, but a lot of work. Hunter was pouting over losing a measly three hours of his time. Well, newsflash, nerd, Luz spent two weeks working on that. Nobody is getting their hours back.

“And what usually happens in those fanfictions?” Asked Hunter, propping his chin up with his hand, as Little Rascal hopped over to a pile of books. “How do they end?”

“I told you, they kiss. A lot of the time they look deeply into each others eye and talk about how they complete each other like two halves of one heart. And y'know, moments of miscellaneous fluff.”

“Uh huh. Interesting,” He mused, tapping his pen against his bottom lip.

Luz knew Hunter could be a little...eccentric but was he really analyzing fanfiction right now? Where did the sudden interest come from?”

“So, uh, besides Azura and Hecate, are there any other...boats(?) that you--”

“Ships.” Luz corrected him.

Hunter snapped his fingers. “Right. Ships. Basically love stories that you really like.”

“We talkin' canon or non canon?”

Hunter squinted at her, lost. Seems somebody was not taking enough notes during the slideshow presentation. “Both? A-all...?”

“Oh, well, there's a bunch.”

Luz had no intention of listing every single ship that had captured her heart. They would be here all week.

“I've spent my whole life reading books, watching movies and anime and--”

“Anime...?”

“Hunter, please!” Luz squeaked as calmly as she possibly could, but she could not deny that she had started to vibrate. “You have no idea how excited you just made me at the thought of teaching you about anime but I'd need to dedicate a whole day to that 'cause I need to meet Amity soon and I'm still sorta in crisis mode. So, let's stay on topic.”

Her brow furrowed. “Whatever the heck the topic is! Why are we talking about ships, Huntifer?”

He waved off her question. “Okay but how does the story usually end for all your ships? The book ones, the anime ones, all of them,”

“We've been over this with the fanfiction discussion. They kiss, Hunter. Geez, you want a diagram or something?”

“But what else?” He prompted.

“What do you mean 'What else?'”

Now this was just getting ridiculous.

“They kiss!” Luz said with a huge amount of emphasis. “And again, miscellaneous fluff. They'll do stuff like pick each other up and swing around, hold hands and....walk off into the sunset, y'know?” She waved off all that extra padding as unimportant to the conversation. (Though Luz did really enjoy miscellaneous fluff.)

“Well yeaaaah,” Hunter was giving off vibes of a grade school teacher who gave her little nudges in the correct direction but ultimately wanted her to figure out the right answer herself. She wished he could just give it to her because honestly, she didn't know where this any of this was going.

“But when exactly do they ask each other if they're dating?”

“Whaa?” Well, that settled it. He had paid no attention to the slideshow whatsoever. “Nah, nah, they don't do stuff like that. They don't have to 'cause they're already perfect for each other. All they gotta do is look into each others' eyes and they just...” Luz shrugged, feeling lightness bubble in her chest at the very thought. She had a feeling her smile looked pretty dopey. “They just know.”

“Right. And why don't you and Amity just know?”

The bubbles burst and the lightness turned to dead weight.

The question speared through Luz's gut. Her entire body went rigid.

She had known but...

She had been trying not to...

Not to think about it.

Because if she thought about it, she knew she'd cry.

But there is was. A culmination of every coil of underlying dread that had been gradually writhing in her stomach in a monster of anxiety, summarized in a short and sweet collection of simplistic little words.

Luz did not just know when it came to Amity. She was constantly taking shots in the dark. That is, if she was even brave enough to take a shot at all.

The two of them together were not as seamlessly synchronized as couples in love were supposed to be.

Her throat stung.

Her vision went cloudy with blotted tears but she managed to catch Hunter's stony expression break into one of sheer panic.

“Wh-- Luz! Hey!” He yelped, scrambling to pick himself up from the floor. He nearly tripped over his books as he stood and hurried over to close the distance between them. He made to reach out to her but his hand stopped, just as it was about to brush against her shoulder. It hovered there for a moment, fingers curling and uncurling with uncertainty.

“Luz, listen, I wasn't....I-I mean, what I meant was...uhh. C-c'mon, cut it out!” Hunter's voice crackled with desperation and despite crying her eyes out, Luz felt the watery chuckle at the back of her throat.

“Aww, does crying make the Golden Guard uncomfy?” She tried to tease but her words came out all wobbly.

In fairness to the poor guy, it probably did. Luz couldn't imagine that dealing with tears in a delicate matter, was ever something he would need to handle in his line of work.

For all she knew, this was his first time having to comfort someone like this.

“You don't get to make jokes and cry at the same time. You gotta pick one.” Hunter snipped, but his tone was not nearly as cutting as usual. Luz was almost tempted to call it soft.

Clearing her eyes with the heel of her hands, she finally felt that warm touch on her shoulder, and then another rest against her upper arm.

Somehow the gentleness cracked all her remaining composure and she dissolved into ragged sobs.

Hunter did not speak nor did he let go out her until she got every tear out of her system. He waited patiently, tracing circles with his thumb into her skin.

Eventually, her sniffles fell silent and her eyes no longer blurred. She took a deep breath and the following exhale was shaky but manageable.

“Are you....good?” He asked cautiously.

Luz nodded.

Hunter removed his hands so carefully, you'd think doing so would cause her physical pain. He must have heard once that people were more prone to being hurt when they were already upset and assumed it was literal.

“Do you really think that...Amity and I....” Luz's voice was low and quiet but her jaw was set tight. She refused to let her words be whimpered. She looked up, meeting Hunter's eyes. “Aren't right for each other?”

“What? No! No, no, no,” Hunter looked positively alarmed at the accusation. “Luz th-that's not even remotely what I meant by that.”

“Well, then I guess you accidentally hit the nail on the head.” Luz managed a strained, bitter little smile. “'Cause it's true.”

“Luz, c'mon,” Hunter groaned, exasperated. “Don't talk like that, you've got it mixed up.”

“No.” Said Luz, tone quiet, polite yet strikingly obstinate. “You were right, Hunter.”

For someone who loved being right, he didn't seem thrilled at all.

“When it comes to Amity, I don't just know. I don't always know what she's thinking or what she wants from me. After all this time, I-I shouldn't still be trying to figure her out,”

Luz wanted to figure her out. Every time she was in her orbit, she wanted nothing more to turn over every last piece of that girl and find every hidden gem.

But now, it like she was barricaded. Something was keeping her from moving forward, from discovering Amity.

“I mean, we've kissed.” The memories of Amity were turning more and more bittersweet by the second “I told her I loved her! We had our happy ending already! A-at least I thought it was a happy ending. But we're not acting like people who are made for each other are meant to act!”

“How do you even know how people who are meant for each other are meant to act?!” Hunter demanded, as though it wouldn't reach Luz's skull unless he raised his voice. “In all the love stories you've read, it always ends with a kiss, doesn't it?”

“And--”

“And miscellaneous fluff. Yeah, I get it.” Hunter shooed the detail away before clearing his throat.

“Point is, they never talk about what comes after. You don't read about all those awkward talks where they decide if they're dating or not and talks about what they're okay with and what they're not. It always just cuts to the perfect, shiny romantic stuff, all tied up with a bow and because of that,” He clutched Luz by the shoulders.”You don't know how to move forward in a relationship 'cause you've never had a frame of reference to help you along.”

“Hey, that's not true!” She tore away from Hunter's grip. “I'll have you know that I imagine my favorite ships as couples all the time,”

“Yeah and lemme guess,” He droned, setting a hand on his hip and launching into a mockingly saccharine tone of voice. “They understand each other soooo well all the time, they can practically read each others' mind and everything is smooth sailing and peachy all the time.”

“Yeah, duh.” Luz didn't quite what he was making fun of. “That's what being a ship is all about.”

“Okay, fine, maybe, but I cannot stress this enough,” He ran his fingers through his hair before making a cutting gesture with the side of his hand, directed at Luz. “You are not a ship.”

“Well, yeah, obviously. I'm only one--”

“I mean that the two of you aren't a ship! Listen to me, you're not Azura and Hecate. You're Luz and Amity. You're real people. You've got like a million different emotions and they're messy and crazy and you don't understand most of them.”

“Okay, Hunter, I get it, I'm a hot mess. You don't have to rub it in.”

“We're all hot messes, Luz!” He exploded. “Every single one of us. 'Cause we're real and not book characters.” He was pacing back and forth now as he ranted and raved, gesticulating like a madman.

“We gotta handle all the awkward conversations that don't fit into books. You gotta talk to real people to get them and you can talk to them for years and years but you're never gonna entirely understand them. In your love stories, it's all kisses and happy endings and it's shiny and sparkly and perfect and nerds like you Eat. It.Up!”

Hunter emphasized his point by poking Luz's forehead, shocking a startled laugh out of her. As wound up as he was, the noise surprised him too.

Her laugh was contagious and soon the room was silent, expect for the sound of quiet, breathy giggles.

One of the knots in Luz's stomach had untangled itself. Hunter did make a point that she could understand. Yeah, okay, maybe she had been a little too wrapped up in fiction to successfully navigate through her own life. Luz had never been the most logical person so it was comforting for a levelheaded counter-argument to whatever was currently inflaming her anxiety.

Obviously, this didn't fix everything. Now, she understood why this wasn't easy but that didn't mean she magically knew where to go from here.

Once the shadow of Luz's smile had finally faded away, she looked up and studied Hunter for a long while. Her gaze may have been a bit intense as nervousness began to creep into his features.

“H-hey. Uh. Sorry if I was a little too--”

“Huntifer, I think you might be on to something with this one,”

He blinked at her before brightening with relief, shrugging it off. “Oh. Yeah, maybe. I dunno, I guess it's worth some thought.

Astonishing how Hunter could switch from the cockiest, most obnoxious kid in the Boiling Isles to a remarkably humble guy. Maybe it depended on context. Or he was just embarrassed that he sorta lost control of himself in his impatience.

Luz nodded. “I'd say a lot of thought. But..I think things are still gonna be awkward. With Amity. I still don't know how I'm supposed to talk this stuff through with her.”

Hunter snorted, loosely folding his arms over chest and resting his weight on one hip. And just like that, with that simple change of posture, he looked full of himself again “You wanna know a secret that's probably not much of a secret?”

He beckoned Luz to lean in closer and said in a stage whisper. “Amity probably doesn't know either.”

Huh. Yeah, Luz knew that. She knew that at the back of her mind but...she hadn't really thought about it much. She was a little too preoccupied with her own inexperience.

Hunter's lofty grin softened. “So, it's a good thing neither of you are doing it alone, right? Don't you think you could figure out how together?”

Figure out how together....

The realization sank from the surface of her mind, and everything was processing very fast then suddenly, everything clicked.

Amity.

Luz knew Amity. Luz trusted Amity. Luz loved Amity. If there was any person Luz believed would stumble alongside her through things they didn't quite understand yet, it was Amity. And it occurred to her that Luz would help Amity in return without hesitation.

With enough notches and trimming and smoothing edges, if they worked through this together, Luz and Amity could click too. Maybe not perfectly, not for a while just yet.

But enough that they could make each other happy.

A swing of confidence so strong flooded Luz's system, she swore she nearly collapsed. She felt the grin tugging at her mouth.

She could try. She could absolutely try. They could both try.

“Is...that a yes?” Hunter asked, gauging her expression.

Luz nodded so speedily, it made her head hurt. But then she realized something else and she turned a very specific look on Hunter.

But before he could ask if she was about to attack him, she held up two fingers on each hand and then placed them on either side of her head so they jutted out just behind her ears.

“Man, I don't know anything about that stuff,” Said Luz, in what she believed to be an uncanny imitation of Hunter's voice.

He frowned. “What are the theatrics for?”

“You lied to me!” Luz was delighted.

“I-I didn't lie!” He loudly objected, pointed ears scorching bright pink. “That was just common sense, you doofus. You know, that thing you lack.”

“You know, that thing you lack.” Luz parroted, swinging her hips from side to side. Once again, her impression remained flawless.

“Don't do that!”

“Don't do that!

“Stop, you weirdo!”

At the peak of riled up, Hunter floundered for a retort that Luz wouldn't shoot back at him with childish mimicking. But then he cracked and wound up sticking his tongue out at her.

Luz simply mirrored him and Hunter huffed indignantly, turning on his heel and stomping back towards his books.

He had barely made a few steps when Luz lunged at him from behind, draping her long, lanky arms around his shoulders.

“Wha—Hey! Get off!” He squawked, struggling to pry her off him as Luz squished her cheek against his.

“Huntifer~” She singsonged. “Can you please calm down for two seconds and let me say thanks already?”

Hunter knotted his arms and his scowl didn't soften but Luz didn't miss how he stopped trying to squirm out of her grip.

“Even though you were kinda rambly and all over the place, what you said helped. It helped a lot. I know this is something I can handle and I know that 'cause of you. Thanks, nerd.”

She waited patiently until she felt his shoulders loosen. And then he glanced back at her and there was a smile. A small, tight, subtle smile but it was good enough for Luz.

And then with a burst of adrenaline, she gripped him tighter and planted a big, wet raspberry on his cheek.

Predictably, Hunter blew his top. He screeched furiously and his hands went wild to push her off but Luz was stronger than she looked. And so help her, she would give Hunter this affection or die trying.

Dying trying did not seem unlikely, actually. Hunter had told her once before that if he ever murdered her, it would probably be her own fault. Luz could not argue with that.

“That is so gross!” He griped, once Luz had finally released him.

“You're gross~” She chirped, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Hunter wiped the spit off his cheek with his palm before looking up at Luz with narrowed eyes

Luz did not have time to brace herself and suddenly she was tackled to the ground. She kicked and she screamed as Hunter dragged his disgusting wet hand across her face.

“GrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGrossGroooooss!”

Hunter cackled maniacally the whole time.

They carried on like rowdy toddlers for a while until Luz had to go meet Amity, leaving Hunter and his palisman to themselves.

It was too weird to admit out loud but he was disappointed that she was gone. Hanging out with her like this wasn't that bad. Talking with her, arguing with her, wrestling with her. It all made Hunter feel....so much like a kid.

Something that he had realized recently was that he still liked being a kid.

In spite of the doom and gloom of white of gold, of the clawed scars in his shoulder, of the spear that grazed his hair, a spark of childishness remained in Hunter that had never been entirely snuffed out.

It wasn't until he met Luz that he began actively trying to keep that spark alive.

The sun had long since fallen asleep by the time Luz returned and the moon was pooling in the sky. A little after sun down, he heard the downstairs door slam shut and the loud exuberant voice of The Owl Lady boomed from the floorboards beneath him. By the sound of it, she was celebrating a successful day's work. Hunter wondered what she and the cute little demon had managed to steal today.

His snoozing palisman was tucked snug in the crook of his neck, a pleasant warmth against his skin. It was a good idea to keep the bird close. If someone other than Luz came barreling into the room, he'd better have his staff on hand to magically conceal himself.

But once an hour passed and the chatter of the witch and the demon below gradually faded into loud snoring, Hunter presumed they had passed out on the couch. For the time being, he should be fine.

Hunter hoped that creepy owl tube thing wouldn't rat them out. Fortunately, Luz had promised that Hooty was willing to take a bribe but unfortunately, gossip spread fast in the Boiling Isles. Now The Golden Guard had a reputation for being a lunatic who visited the night market several times, buying dead mice in bulk.

He snorted to himself, combing through 'From Bones to Fire: A Study of Wild Magic Volume 2'. Everything he went through just to get his hands on knowledge.

Well, also to be young with Luz.

Yet another hour passed and somehow, being surrounded by his own obsession, Hunter got a little overstimulated. To give his brain a rest, he was now flipping through some tattered old magazine that Luz brought with her from the human realm. Some of the articles were practically gibberish to him but overall, it was okay. He learned he was a Scorpio. He didn't know what that entailed but it sounded cool.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as Luz burst into the room, announcing her return.

Startled, his palisman flew into a fluster, cheeping like crazy before it settled down atop his head. Hunter, meanwhile, had flung the magazine away so fast, it was like it had contaminated him, and snatched up the closest book to pretend he was reading it the whole time.

Thankfully, Luz didn't notice.

“Hey there, Little Rascal,” She cooed, prancing across the room and plopping down next to Hunter. “And hey, you little bookworm, you.”

“Bookworm?” Hunter knocked his shoulder against hers. “You looking for a fight, kid?”

“Whaaaat? Hunter, you wound me, I was just....Ohhh, my bad. I always forget that our bookworms and your bookworms are two waaaay different things.” She paused thoughtfully before shaking her head. “Actually, I don't retract anything. You look like a bookworm.”

“Yeah, well, you smell like a selkidomus.” Hunter smirked.

“Hey!” Luz bumped their shoulders. “Can you blame me? I've had one heck of a day with lots of nervous sweating!”

He was surprised that got him laughing but that tended to happen around her.

“So, how'd it go?” Hunter asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Luz's beam was as bright as a dozen of her light spells. The corner of her lip was twitching, as if she wanted to smile wider but it was physically impossible.

“We're dating.” She stated, no more than a whisper.

It obvious since the moment she entered the room, far bouncier and bubblier than usual but Hunter still grinned.

He had expected her to scream it from the rooftops, to grind his ribcage into powder with the force of her hug, to set off a riot of firework glyphs, spelling it out in lights.

No matter how she could have chosen to tell him, he would have been just as giddy as she was.

And yet, despite the lack of fanfare, somehow, it still felt so much like Luz. Though he knew that in the morning, she would tell the entire Boiling Isles, right here, right now, only Hunter knew. Something about that felt nice.

But the quiet serene scene was momentarily ruptured when Hunter spotted Luz re-adjusting herself out of the corner of his eye and he was immediately on high alert. Another raspberry, he could sense it.

“Luz, don't you d--”

It wasn't a raspberry.

The feather-light peck against his cheek was gone before he fully processed it, as Luz drew away with that big stupid smile still plastered on her face.

Hunter blinked away the surprise, looking to her with a raised eyebrow.

“What's that look for? In this family, we give each other hugs and kisses~”

He felt his lip quirk upwards as he scoffed, turning away with a shake of his head.

“That was so gross.”

“You're gross.”

“For real, it was even more gross than the raspberry.”

Luz burst into giggles and Hunter could understand why everything was suddenly a million times funnier to her. She will still fizzling with that giddiness that Amity had kissed into her and now it was all spilling out.

To be honest, listening to a teenage girl gush and squeal about her girlfriend did not seem like something Hunter would ever willingly subject himself to.

But this was Luz. His friend, Luz.

He lightly pinched the pudge of her cheek. “Heeeey. You wanna tell me all about it, don't you?”

Luz snapped her head over to gawk at him, astonished. And then the excitement took hold and her hands started flapping and she looked about ready to explode with delight. Her mouth was already flying open to give every solitary detail of her evening with Amity Blight.

But then she stopped, a crease forming on her brow. He caught that unreadable look she gave him and the way her eyes skimmed over the books that scattered the floor around them.

“Hmmm.” She stroked her chin with an over dramatic 'thinking' face. “Y'know what? I'll think I'll keep it all to myself.”

“Oh, really~?” Grinned Hunter. “I can only imagine all the romantic schmaltzy sickening stuff that occurred tonight. Miscellaneous fluff, right?”

Judging by the blood that stained her cheekbones, he must have been correct.

“Hey, Hunter.” She said quietly, resting her weight against his side. “You've been lost in your books for hours now. Would you mind telling me all about the most interesting you read about today? Reading myself is fine but it's way better to hear all about it from a bona fide nerd.”

Frankly, it was embarrassing how fast the giddiness practically electrocuted him and suddenly he found himself rambling. He rambled until his voice gave up but it didn't bother him at all because it was just Luz.

Luz hung on every word he said.

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Party Favor - Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N I’ll do you one better! I’ll write you a completely messy one-shot. I haven’t done one in a good 3 years so have fun reading this. You know that meme where the guy brings a plate a food for judges and goes “started making it, had a mental breakdown, Bon appetite” that’s basically the product of this. This is a messy fic made by a messy girl. I hope I projected all my unstableness into this story. Also, I know I’m completely inconsistent with my updating hours but LISTEN- IM TRYING. please request stories ily

Requested by: @arrantsnowdrop

Word count: 4309

Warning: probably bad writing, bad language, risqué?

Summary: It’s the end of the your 7th year at Hogwarts and Gryffindor is throwing a massive party to celebrate their accomplishments and their last days in Hogwarts. Your date cheated on you so you have trouble having fun until a certain hottie takes your mind off of it (((;;;;

You walk down the corridor on your way to the Gryffindor common room since there was a huge victory in quidditch for them and end of the year party being thrown. Usually no one from other houses are allowed to enter other’s common rooms, but everyone from 7th year is celebrating because it’s their last year in Hogwarts. It’s the one day of the year that everyone puts their differences aside to celebrate their last days at the school before everyone goes off to their respective jobs.

When you get to the fat lady portrait you share the password that opens the entrance to the room. Inside the common room is decorated warmly with colors of the Gryffindor house (because even though they invited everyone they’re still selfish and care only for their victory), but somehow it still felt welcoming. Loud music resonated through the open space although you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It sounded like it came from everywhere and you wondered if the room was charmed because you felt elated and like you could dance forever. The room was already crowded even though you only saw a few people from the other houses and the rest were all the Gryffindor’s from 7th year, and probably some younger people that were invited by friends.

“Hey, (y/n)!” You hear your friend yell from just ahead of you. She has two goblets in her hand and she passes one to you. You hold it up to your face and take a sniff. It smells sweet, but you could tell it wasn’t butterbeer.

“What’s in here?” You ask her but she just smiles at you and tells you to drink up. Despite your inclination to be good, you shrug and take a sip. You wince through the strong bitterness and take a bigger gulp after.

“Where’s your date?” She asks then with a playful smirk playing at her lips. You purse your lips and look down at the floor, unsure of how to answer that question. You felt ashamed without a date by your side considering your friend was the type to get any guy she wanted on her arms for any party or dance. It made your stomach churn, you envied the popularity your friend held.

“Did something happen?” She follows up, noticing your sudden withdraw from her question. You sigh and take another big gulp of your drink and give a curt shrug.

“Doesn’t matter now, does it? If he wants to…” You clear your throat, “ be with other people, who cares? So, can I.” You watch your friend’s expression change from bitterness to a wide smile as she playfully punches your arm.

“That’s right, girlfriend. You’ll find another dick to tug with those charming looks of yours!” She laughs and you wince at her crude joke, but feel a weight lifted off your chest. “You can tag along with me and Lawrence, we’re always interested in company.” She winks and sips her drink in after her attempt to make a lewd joke. Your cheeks dusted with pink as you punched her arms and laughed nervously.

You follow your friend through the party and dance carelessly through out the room. Your friend opens up a whole door of social interactions and you laugh around groups of people, dancing, drinking, talking, wash and repeat. Without your ex, you felt as if this party would be a drag, but you found that you were quite enjoying yourself. It was a good celebration for the end of the year. After what felt like a few hours passed you realized you haven’t seen your friend in a while and you look around. To your surprise, your friend and Lawrence are talking to your ex who had his arm tightly wound around another beautiful broad just a few feet in front of you.

It was as if someone punched you in the gut and all the air was squeezed out of you. You promised yourself that you didn’t care what he did anymore, but seeing him there with someone else so soon felt like the room was melting away and the darkness of despair were revealing it’s walls. You felt a twinge of betrayal in your stomach watching your friend enjoy his presence, and you would never know if it was fabricated enjoyment or if she genuinely still tolerated being around him.

With sudden lack of enthusiasm for dancing, you pushed yourself past people to get away from the sight that sucked all your joy away. There weren’t many places in the room that had space, but you found an empty seat by the punch bowl and drowned out the noise in the room. You filled yourself another cup of whatever was being served and downed it to forget your loneliness.

“Hey, you alright?” A voice startles you and you turn to find Theseus Scamander standing in front of you with a cup in his hand. You laugh at yourself for being startled so easily and nod. You and Theseus have been good acquaintances in most of your classes over the years. He’s a Hufflepuff prefect that has helped you get through your classes, and although your friendliness never exceeded the classroom, you still thought quite highly for the boy. “You seem a little lonely.”

You look at the contents of your cup and nod sheepishly with a small smile. “Yeah, whatever,” you shrug, “my friends just ditched me to hang with my ex boyfriend.” He hisses through his teeth in sympathy and shakes his head.

“Ex?” He questions with the interested raise of his brow that he usually gives to show he’s listening.

“Cheated on me.” You said simply, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry,” He says to you and leans against the chair you’re sat at and looks off into the crowd as if looking for them despite not knowing who they are. “Your friends don’t sound very good.”

“It’s alright, they’re not all bad.” You look up at him and he returns your stare with a cute smirk. A warm feeling grew in your abdomen and you quickly looked away. You hadn’t noticed over the years how much height he gained or how his shoulders broadened or the way his jawline was sculpted so sharp you could cut your finger on it… You hadn’t noticed how cute he grew up to be, but then again, you didn’t really notice Hufflepuffs. For some reason you liked the obnoxious bad boys. The more street cred they had, the more inclined you were to notice them. How could you not notice him when you had him in almost all your classes over the years?

“Do you want to dance?” He asked suddenly, and you looked up at him to see his face was scrunched up as if he had been working up the courage to ask. You smile but shrug unenthusiastically.

“I don’t know… I’m kind of sick of dancing.” You reply, but Theseus stands up straight and holds out his hand for you to take.

“Come on, some of your friends want to see you have fun.” You can’t help but smile as you take his hand and he pulls you up, taking your other hand as well. You try to suppress laughter as he pulls you through the crowd of people until he found the perfect spot for the two of you and pulled you close enough to rest his hands respectively on your hips. You placed your hands on his shoulder and you two sway together.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” He said softly, his voice making goosebumps rise over your neck and arms from the unexpected affection that lingered there.

“Yeah, I know. Sucks we don’t really share any classes anymore.” You reply.

“We share potions, you just don’t talk to me.” He says, pulling away a bit to look at you. Your face contorts into a scowl as you analyze his accusations against you. You felt a bit attacked for not noticing him in your class and socializing with the other students in there. As if you couldn’t have other friends.

“Are you really doing this right now? Trying to make me feel guilty or something?” You yell, detaching yourself from him.

“No, I’m-” He starts to say but you cut him off

“Have you considered that maybe some people just drift apart? Maybe I didn’t want to talk to you anymore.” He looks at you surprised and his eyes cast down in hurt as his arms slowly fall back down to his side. Your teeth pulls at the skin of your bottom lip and you feel guilty, but you play it off with a scoff and turn away.

“Hey, please don’t go.” He lurches forward, but doesn’t take any action to keep you there. You pause in your steps only because you’re lonely and you don’t want to feel bad for the rest of the party.

“Why should I stay? Give me one reason to stay.” You turn back to look at him and narrow your eyes accusingly at him. Theseus’s mouth gapes a few times as if he’s a fish out of water while trying to gather his thoughts. You feel your heart hurt, desperate for some kind of validation, but he seems to reluctant to give you any so you decide it’s not worth it to stay. As you turn around you hear Theseus’s voice in a panic.

“Because I’ve been waiting for this.” You turn back around a second time with a puzzled look etched on your face.

“What?”

“Waiting for...you… for the opportunity to ask you to this party.” Theseus’s cheeks turn a soft red and he can’t seem to meet your eyes. Your studied him now, shy and casted away from you. Your heart beat faster and the warmth in your stomach grew, feeling both embarrassment and endearment for him. Warmth spreads to your face as you consider his confession, and you’re flattered someone like him would even wants to come to a party with you.

“Why didn’t you?” You stepped closer to him, close enough that if you wanted to touch him, you could, but you still refused to do so.

“Because… you were going with someone else… and I’m not really your type.” You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

“How are you not really my type?” I step even closer now, and Theseus looks as if he wants to turn away, suddenly wishing you had just walked away so he wouldn’t feel so confronted. But a smile emerged from his shyness, almost as if he knew the outcome of this conversation. You don’t believe he actually thinks he’s not your type considering he’s very clearly handsome and relatively liked.

“What I meant was, you don’t usually go for…” He coughs and his cheeks become redder, you grab his wrist gently to coax him into telling you.

“Go for what?” You asked, but your voice was smaller this time, giving into him slowly. He looks you in the eyes and the boldness of the action stuns you, you wanted to look away.

“Smart guys.” You can’t help it, you burst into laughter, and you cover your mouth to hide the gigantic smile that forces itself to be shown. Theseus stammers in front of you, “Or-or, like, shy guys… not popular guys.” He looks down in embarrassment. Once you regain your composure you look at him.

“Popular guys can be smart.” You argue.

“Not the ones you date.” You laugh again and cover my mouth until you finally shut up. Then you nod in agreement. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right. You hardly noticed him until now and you realized most of the guys you’ve dated have done some of the stupidest things you could think of. They were bolder or meaner, and it was easier to notice them. But here was the handsome boy in your classes that help you with your work and made you laugh when you didn’t want to do work. The boy that was definitely one of the smartest and toughest in your class, but too gentle to provoke anyone.

“But you’re here with me.” You say and Theseus looks down again with a small smile and red cheeks. You step closer again and slide your hands up his arm and onto his shoulders. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture.

“But we’re not dating.” Your hand travels from his shoulder to his cheek, caressing him gently with your thumb, and you lift yourself to your tippy toes.

“Shut up and kiss me, stupid.” You say ever-so softly and affectionately. Theseus gives in and leans into you until his lips touches yours. At first the kiss is soft, hesitant, but as you curl your fingers into his hair, it becomes more passionate. His hands grabs your hips and slides over to the small of your back where he pulls you forward. The kiss burns you, makes you feel hot all over, and it’s a good thing he’s holding you because it feels like your legs might give out.

You gently bite his lower lip and his lips part, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. Your entire body feels so hot and the warmth in your tummy grows. You detach your lips from his and start trailing kisses down his chin and onto his neck. Some places you nibble and graze your teeth over and he visibly shudders under your embrace. You become bolder and suck on his neck, your hand travelling under his dress shirt and he suddenly catches your wrist. You’re so taken aback that you stop and look up at him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t…” His voice quivers and his cheeks are flushed.

“You’re right, we should find somewhere more private.” You reason and start looking around for an exit, but he brings your attention back to him by pulling at the wrist he’s holding.

“No, I mean, we shouldn’t. Like, at all.” The comment makes your heart drop and shame builds up in your stomach where there was once fire and heat. You take your hand from his grip, and as much as you’re afraid to, you look up at him.

“What are you saying?” You ask despite already knowing the answer. Rejection. That’s what this is. Even though he initiated it. He said he wanted you, and now out of nowhere he doesn’t?

“You’re drunk, (y/n), and I’d like to… you know… wait.” He reaches for your hands again but you pull them away from him and drop them to your sides. You can’t explain how you feel, although dirty would be a good synonym for that. “For when I’m not some rebound.” Theseus then adds and you want to defend yourself but you know you can’t. Because right then the mentioning of your ex brought back all the feeling of heartbreak and grief came back crashing down, and remembering the kiss made you feel powerful… almost spiteful.

“Um, yeah.” You reply with uncertainty. You pat his shoulder now completely unsure of your feelings for the man, but you ignore that. “I’m… gonna go to bed.” You decide aloud, and Theseus tries to give you a smile but it comes off more as a grimace.

“Im sorry, (y/n). I’m really not trying to hurt you.” His sympathetic response for some reason provokes irritation and anger from you, but you try to shake it off. How could he possibly think he could hurt me. But the thought makes your heart ache.

“Um, no, you’re right.” You admit with a curt nod. You look over his shoulder trying to find your ex in the crowd. “Right now is an immensely inappropriate time to… do that.” He doesn’t respond, just nods understandingly. You announce you’re heading to bed, and you look into his eyes one last time, searching for something, but you decide you won’t be able to find it now.

It’s been a few days since the party, and you’ve thought of nothing but what you did with Theseus. Disgust, shame, and embarrassment courses through your veins unable to believe you could just take advantage of a friend like that. Especially one that admitted to having romantic interests in you. Then you remember his rejection, and a new kind of ache pierces your heart, and the embarrassment haunts your every waking move. You’ve thought about apologizing, oh man, have you thought about it, but truth be told you’re a bit of a pussy.

Now it was the morning of your departure from Hogwarts and you’re forever leaving Theseus to feel like a used ragdoll. You sit at your table with your friends, but you ignore them all as your eyes spot the boy you keep thinking about at his table. He’s laughing and enjoying his last morning, and doesn’t seem bothered at all by what happened the other day. That fact alone almost pissed you off.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Your friend snaps you out of your thoughts and you try to smile and shake your head.

“Oh, nothing. Just tired is all.” You say and your friend is skeptical but doesn’t push farther. You’re thankful for that.

When breakfast is over you’re the first one out of the Great Hall and onto the Hogwarts Express train. You find your car in the way, way back where you can properly sulk about your terrible decisions. How you’re so incapable of confronting him and just apologizing is unbelievable to you. God, how can you be this obnoxious. The fact you couldn’t stop thinking about it was driving you crazy and you wanted to tear all your hair out. The thought of what he thinks of you now is almost panic inducing.

Suddenly your car door swung open, and stood there was your best friend with her arms crossed over her chest and her boyfriend standing behind her. “Okay, what’s your problem, (y/n)?” You thought long and hard about how you would respond to this. You very much wanted to deflect, but your chest was compressed from all your guilt and panic about the boy you almost hooked up with. “You’ve been acting weird all week. Like, I know what happened with-”

“I’m a terrible person.” You cut off with a groan, immediately shielding your face.

“What?” She responds, looking at you quizzically, her eyebrows knit together accusingly.

“I’m a terrible-”

“I heard what you said. I’m confused about why you said it.” From the tone of her voice, you can only imagine the kind of look she’s giving you right now. You can feel her scrutinizing look burn holes right through you like lasers. The panic you’ve repressed for so long is now forcing its way through as you try to convince yourself to tell her.

“Oh, Merlin… I… took advantage of someone…” You say slowly and cringe at how ridiculous you sound.

“You had sex with someone.” The words make your face turn red and you kick at her.

“No.. I tried too… or I wanted too, but they didn’t want to and we still haven’t talked and they probably hate me forever!” You look out the train window to avoid looking at your friend. You hear a sigh and then feel someone sit next to you, but she doesn’t make any advances to touch you.

“That doesn’t sound that bad. Who was it?” She asks, and now her voice sounds much calmer to placate your apprehensive demeanor. You lean into the safety of her warmth, feeding into her gentleness.

“It’s embarrassing…” You say but she shakes her head and assures you it’s alright. You mumble his name into her shoulder and you could almost feel the eyeroll in her voice.

“Oh geez, you really are the most, aren’t you?” She says and you look up at her in a pout. “I’ll be right back.” She stands up and you grab her arm.

“You aren’t going to say anything to him, are you?” You ask and she pulls her arm out of your grasp.

“Calm down,” She says to you and then signals for her boyfriend to follow her and she leaves. You sit in your car and try to control your panic. Why do you have to be so melodramatic all the time?

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door, and you’re hesitant to get up to see who it is. Of course, you find it’s Theseus Scamander at the door, looking probably as nervous as you felt. You let him in and quickly sit back down by the window so you could look out of it. Theseus sat down opposite of you and cleared his throat.

“I’m not mad at you, you know.” He says and he tries to look at you, but you’re gaze is grudgingly stuck to the window. “You were drunk, and it’s no surprise that you felt hurt or upset…” You listen to him rant and it felt like you were holding your breath. You couldn’t tell what you were waiting for, but this was excruciating. “Anyways, I’m trying to say I understand where you’re coming from and that you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to hurt me.” You glance at him for the first time since you let him in, and to your surprise his eyes were firmly casted on his lap. His words lifted a heavy burden off your shoulders, but something still ached… that wasn’t right.

“Yeah, I know… I just, don’t think that’s it.” You say looking away again and playing with your hair nervously. He looks up at you curiously, always curiously.

“What do you mean you don’t think that’s it?”

“I mean, that’s not why I’m upset.” For the first time since the party you look each other in the eyes. His dark eyes held golden rays in them and they reminded you of a warm cup of coffee, filled you with energy and anxiety, but also comfort.

“Then why are you upset?” He asks, and naturally leans forward. He looks like he wants to reach out and touch you, to reassure you, but he doesn’t. He just stays bent forward in anticipation, ready to comfort you when needed, but you don’t know what to say. Suddenly nervousness shuts you down and that burning heat that filled your stomach at the party was back once again. Your face becomes hot and you cover it again before he could notice. You feel a warm hand on your arm and it causes the burning in your stomach to worsen and you just don’t know how to say it.

“Hey, it’s alright. What’s wrong?” He asks again, so soft and caring. Your whole body feels warmer and you can tell he’s gotten closer. You tense so much to hold your hiding position because if you moved you would pull him closer till his lips were back on yours. Even the thought of him kissing you again and caressing you made you breathless, and you weren’t even intoxicated. Before you could process what you were feeling the words tumbled out of your mouth in a quite, mumbled mess.

“What?” He asks confused and you feel your body grow even tenser. You can feel his curiosity become more intense. You mumble it again, quieter and faster than before. The conflicting feelings of wanting to let it out and never wanting him to know hinders you from making a decision.

“(Y/N), I can’t understand you.” In a moment of heated frustration at your breaking point you threw your hands down to your lap and yelled.

“I think I like you!” It slipped out of your mouth before you could have anticipated how close he was, bent over and barely on his seat, his hand comfortably resting on your arm. You saw his facial expression turn from concerned to completely surprised. You both just stared at each other, shocked. You thought, well I already dug my grave I guess it’s time to lay in it. You took a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, I wanted to kiss you then,” you look down and fidget with your fingers. “Not just… to forget someone, but I actually… wanted to.” You look into his eyes again suddenly feeling relief settle around you. Just getting it out filled you with peace, and somehow you no longer were scared of embarrassment. Mostly because there was no malice or disgust in his eyes. He looks shocked, pleasantly surprised, even.

“I want to kiss you now.” You barely finished your sentence before Theseus reached out to cup your cheek and kissed you. Instead of the heated kiss from the party, this one was gentle and passionate. You leaned into it, lacing your fingers in his hair by the back of his head and pulled him forward. He pulled away slowly, letting the kiss linger, and looked into your eyes.

“Like that?” He asks, and you just smile cutely and nod. Theseus gets up from his seat and settles down next to you. He’s about to say something again, but you cut him off with another kiss. You sit up straighter in your seat and find yourself almost straddling him to get closer. He pulls apart again and tries not to laugh. “Hey, hey, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” He then pulls you down to lay on his chest for the rest of the train ride.

“Do you wanna go with me sometime?” You ask him, your head resting comfortably on his chest and your eyes closed.

“Go where?” Theseus asks, rubbing your back softly.

“Just, like, out. On dates and stuff.” You felt the vibration of his chuckle and it made you smile.

“Well, of course.”

The end.

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