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Draco: I hear you like bad boys.

Y/n: Yeah, I suppose so.

Draco: (to Blaise) Tell her.

Blaise: He's literally the worst.

[writingsbychlo]

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.”

[3racha-agustd]

When you look for a fic on Tag Reader and the main character already has a name and social security number...

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[icantbearsedtothinkofone]

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

[dduane]

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

[ddarker-dreams]

Nexus Index.

Rated: Explicit. Pairing: Yan Blade x F Reader.

See each chapter for individual warnings.

You belong to a specialized group — the Arbiters — who are capable of influencing others' perceptions. Your clients hail from all corners of the universe to see their wildest fantasies come true. By establishing a link with them, they can experience a dreamscape of their choosing, more convincing than the latest developments in augmented reality.

You have received many unique requests throughout the years. After the Stellaron Hunter's swordsman saves you from an early demise, you offer him the chance to experience any phantasia of his choosing. It is then that you're posed with a trying challenge:

"Show me what it's like to die."

CHAPTER ONE / A Miserable Cycle.

CHAPTER TWO / TBA.

CHAPTER THREE / TBA.

Misc:

ao3 link. Nexus database (terminology list).

[eggluverz]

NOT A WEIRDO STALKER.

NOT A WEIRDO STALKER MASTERLIST

— you’re minding your own business as a research assistant and college student just trying to vibe. blade is a new team member who is somehow convinced you are trying to stalk him after all your chance encounters together. so maybe he’s a little obsessed with himself, but you find it cute anyway.

PAIRING. blade x f!reader

GENRE. modern au, college au, humor, fluff

NOTE. short little blade smau for the blade lovers <3 it’s just something i wrote for fun so don’t take it too srsly hehe i hope u enjoy chaotic blade with me !! xx

introductions

part one - something sussy

part two - do you have a crush on me

part three - you didn’t ask

part four - looking thru my peephole

part five - a stalker or irresistible? [written]

the end

[saeapologist]

HEAVEN SENT , michael kaiser

[SYNOPSIS] , transferring to a new school is never easy, especially when you get into a scandal on the first day.

[PAIRING] , michael kaiser x fem!reader

[STATUS] , on-going, daily updates !

[GENRE] , enemies to lovers , college!au

[WARNINGS] , fluff, crack, angst, situationship, kys/kms jokes, manga spoilers !!!

[NOTES] , “ꕥ” = written. lmk if you want to be added to a taglist !!

[CHAPTERS] —

yn’s group | kaiser’s group

one — goodbye

two — yoichi wilding

three — live tweeting

four — excuse me

five — twitter drama

six — slide her number over

seven — yoichis a real one

🏷️ — @monaypo1 @blxrrii @scaraslover @lylovw @tiniewife @mimikage @whotaooo @sarah-saystuff @beomluvrr

[520cafe]

🍇 SOUR GRAPES.

pairing! dan heng x gn reader (ft. blade) ╱ SMAU

╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► GENRE. exes to lovers, love angle?! hurt-comfort, angst, ex-situationship, fluff, college au, SMAU w/ narration, crack(?)

╰► WARNINGS. slight profanity, death threats (jokingly), some characters ooc(?)

status. started! (04/07/23—??) ╱ taglist. 30/30 CLOSED!

profiles. pom-pom fan club ╱ team rocket (we’re blasting off again) ╱ serval’s unhinged daycare

ACT ONE ━━ a sour taste that makes you cry

01. operation: loose strings! 02. avoidant and distant?!

03. ignorance is a bliss 04. weird coincidences

05. preparing a funeral 06. lost in your eyes ◇

07. k-drama male lead 08. trip down memory lane ◇

09. unchanged habits 10. cupid and vulnerable nights

[dreamermonica]

you belong with me !

when someone else approaches their partner, how do they react?

—includes itoshi rin, michael kaiser, itoshi sae

—gender of reader isn't specificied, fluff, established relationships, angy bllk boys, mentions of creeps, unwanted contact and such. first post in this blog, hope everything goes well!

all hell goes loose when RIN catches sight of another person gripping your wrist—especially when you look utterly terrified and confused. they dare to touch someone that is leagues above their own, someone that's already taken by one of the most well-known soccer players in the world, and do it without the bare minimum of consideration for your own feelings? in that very moment, he only sees red.

quickly apprehending the cause of your discomfort by ripping the person's hand off of your arm and retracting you to his chest with a small oomf from you—a harsh glare burns onto the person's face. you could probably see the intensity of his stare just by looking at the person's horrified reaction.

“who are you to touch them like that?” his airy voice brings comfort to the erratic beating of your heart, your tense form slowly melting in his hold.

right now, he doesn't care that he's attracting unnecessary attention. the crowd that's slowly forming around the commotion he'd caused is the least of his problems right now. sure, it'll probably ruin the stealth of your date but he needs to see this insignificant pest to drown in shame until he's satisfied.

“rin—it's fine. this type of stuff is normal, let's just go, hm?” you probably sensed that he was ready to take it a step too far, and when he kills down the glare on his expression to look at you properly with his usual indifferent eyes, you heave out a sigh of relief.

tugging on his coat, you smile at him nervously. “c'mon now! let's resume our date before anyone recognizes you!”

contrary to the usual soft and compliant rin you're used to, he does not budge an inch. seemingly glued to the floor after your words. “what did you say?”

“...huh?”

“before what you just said right now. you mean this type of interaction is normal?”

with how intense his stare burns into yours, you grow sheepish each passing second—hand reluctantly raising to rub the back of your neck in confusion and slight bewilderment.

wait, he didn't know that until now? how are you going to word this properly without sounding sensitive? “well—uh, you see...you're like, crazy popular, and everyone knows i'm dating you, so of course i'd also grow popular too, and then you know you also have some of these crazy fans that hate me and—” you cut yourself off when you feel a familiar air of anger rise once more.

your lover does not reply, and only carefully brings out his phone to dial what you recognize as his manager's phone number—and very, very scary words coming out from his lips while shifting his stare back at the person who's now groveling at his feet.

his little conversation about hiring bodyguards and telling the media they're doomed for affecting your safety does not faze you one single bit. there's only one thought inside your pretty little mind as you stare at the dark expression of itoshi rin.

oh lord. what have you done?

if there's anything KAISER hated more than anything, it would be when someone touches something, or in this case, someone who solely belongs to him. a emperor usually has his own certain treasures, and they're kept away from the hands and eyes of commoners and peasants for a reason. should one give into their selfish desires and attempt to take away his treasures—an inevitable treason is in line.

“what the hell is this? some irrelevant bumpkin treading where he doesn't belong?” with how loud and condescending the blonde sounds, you're certain that he's doing it so that it garners the entire room's attention.

a celebration party is held to commemorate bastard münchen's latest victory—hence the crowd full of friends and families of the football team's members alike are gathered, along with expensive investors and celebrities wanting to meet the famous aces of the country. funny acts committed in parties like these are not common, yet not all that uncommon either.

but it's mostly happens for the nobodies. who would even consider getting too friendly with the infamous partner of michael kaiser—who's offhandedly the embodiment of bastard in bastard münchen?

at the end of the day, it seems there's someone with more-balls-than-brains here in front of him. it's interesting, in a way. kaiser thinks as grins as the man's face contorts into a way that feeds his own sadism. the day was starting to get boring until this little failure came to ruin his—

a gentle squeeze on his hand halts his violent thoughts.

he cranes his neck to look at you with an eyebrow raised, your [e/c] hues glinting in a way that's telling him to stop whatever he's going to do before it goes too far.

contemplating options as the football ace glances back at the man drowning in shame amidst the sea of judgemental looks thrown his way, he heaves a deep sigh. one of defeat rather than disappointment. he's already well-aware of your forgiving nature.

“okay. i'll cut it out. but in one condition,” he looks back at you, squeezing your hand back as a smirk creeps on his face. “we ditch the party.”

“wha—? but isn't this whole event your idea in the first place?” you come nothing short of confused, hand still in his.

“meh, who cares.” he retorts boredly, snapping his fingers to call on forth the body guards hired for the party, before gesturing towards the man—kicking him out for the good and betterment of guests. “it was getting boring anyway. 'only hosted this event just so i could see you all dressed up.”

dressed up for his victory, he chooses not to add to spare your blushing face. that final goal he scored would've made his fans froth at the mouth if they were up close. he briefly wonders if you had reacted the same. er—most likely not, but a man can dream.

“you're so infuriating, you know that?” you comment without any malice, a small smile spreading on your lips when kaiser starts tugging you away from the room filled with expensive champagnes and rich ambassadors. almost feels like a daydream to run away like this, hand in each other while noa's scoldings fall on deaf ears.

a light laugh escapes his lips, “but you still love me anyway.”

he sends a playful wink your way right after, and you might just faint—knees weakened and all.

SAE seems indifferent at first, blankly staring at the person attempting to woo you. is it of disbelief? disgust, even? whatever it was, he just kept staring while the person uttered the most horrendous pick up lines your poor ears have ever heard. you were too preoccupied in tuning out the person's musings to even notice sae moving towards you.

it sure is a pain to have an attractive s/o. the famous football player just went to the bathroom and he comes back to see another man kissing up to you like some dog whimpering for scraps of food. in this case, the scraps of food the dog was getting desperate for was your number. a shitshow, he thinks.

“sorry, but i'm actually waiting for someone.” you finally managed to formulate a sentence without the man cutting it off once again with his terrible lines. you forgo the urge to compare him to an npc designed to rizz up a rock. it was genuinely that bad. bad enough that the rock would probably grow legs just to get away from him.

“you've said that what, three times now? where's that person yer' talkin' about, huh?” the man leans closer while rubbing the insides of his ear, causing you to cautiously take a step back. god, a bath could really help this man, and he's right—where is your boyfriend? “just lemme hit now, you won't regret it one bit—”

a sturdy hand places itself onto the creepy man's shoulder, roughly, and i mean, roughly turning the man around to face a maddened pair of emerald hues. right before you and the man stands an enraged itoshi sae—one of the most well-known aces of the entire country. from the way the man stays paralyzed in his place, it's not hard to deduce that he probably recognizes the living and breathing legend right in front of him.

“out of my sight, unless you want things to get dirty.” the soccer genius is known to be level-headed and rational even in dire situations when it comes to within and outward of the field, so who exactly are you staring at right now?

the redhead coldly dismisses the man with a chilling glare, before approaching you with hands now stuffed in pockets, eyebrows raised as if to question your dumbfounded look. “let's get going. the grime is starting to rub off on me.”

ah, that's right.

you let him grab your wrist to drag you away, his demeanour doing a complete 180 as he asks about what kind of food you'd want to eat today, naming your favourite restaurants one by one whilst he tugs you around, ignoring the double takes of passerbys making sure they didn't just see sae itoshi in the flesh.

the man you're staring at right now...is your lover

the very same man who shut down the touchy feely dude earlier, not to mention him completely dismissing the entire situation as to not ruin your mood, the one who has all your favourite restaurants memorized, the very same guy who invited you out today because he simply wanted to see you and enjoy the day with you, the boy who chose you out of millions, and millions of admirers—

you're simply looking at your boyfriend, itoshi sae. not the genius revered by multiple nations, but simply a man who loves you just as much as you do to him.

a smile spreads on your face as you finally keep up with his pace, now beside him instead of being dragged around like a lost puppy. “hmm, why don't you choose? i'm feeling like trying some new today.”

“okay. we're going spicy then.”

(ik bastard means like sword or smth for germans ok kaiser being THE bastard just sounded right for me)

edit; okay just found out bastard actually means bastard, it makes more sense now

ALSO YES I HC SAE LIKES SPICY FOOD

[sweetchup]

Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Masterlist

Type: Poseidon x reader

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Summary: Normal. That’s what you are. You are normal. Perhaps that’s why you jumped at the chance to study abroad in Greece for a year. You needed a change of pace, something new.

If only you knew all that you would have gotten coming here. Taking care of a child that is a Greek God, having Zeus trying to get you to become his new Sister-in-Law, and, did you mention, having the goddess of the sea attempting to kill you?

Perhaps, you really should have stayed home this time…

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Posts every Tuesday at 9 am. (Thursday postings will resume in a couple of weeks once I have more time)

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(Prologue)

Vol. 1: Just Keep Swimming

Chapter 1 🐠

Chapter 2 🐠

Chapter 3 🐠

Chapter 4 🐠

Chapter 5 🐠

Vol. 2: Into the Deep

Chapter 6 🐋

Chapter 7 🐋

Chapter 8 🐋

Chapter 9 🐋

Chapter 10 🐋

Chapter 11 🐋

Vol. 3: Kiss The Girl

Chapter 12 🐚

Chapter 13 🐚

Chapter 14 🐚

Chapter 15 🐚

Chapter 16 🐚

Chapter 17 🐚

Vol. 4: Change in The Tides

Chapter 18 🐍

Chapter 19 🐍

Chapter 20 🐍

Chapter 21 🐍

Chapter 22 🐍

Chapter 23 🐍

Chapter 24 🐍

Chapter 25 🐍

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Questions, Fanart and Headcanons:

- What does Triton look like? (+ Triton fun facts)

- Triton Fanart by @cherryhighway

- Triton Fanart by @glitching-art (+ Marine’s Owner)

- What does Triton do when reader is at Uni?

- Triton Fanart by @nxxyiii

- Triton Fanart by @hoshikuzuizumi

- Triton Fanart by @summerartist4life

- Triton Fanart by @cherryhighway

- Brief explanation on Triton’s and Poseidon’s relationship (Spoilers for up to Vol. 2 Ch.7)

- Triton + Their Ocs Fanart by @glitching-art

- Triton Fanart + Scene from Ch. 8 by @nxxyiii

- How Long will the Bivalve series be?

- Triton Fanart by @sickle-stick

- Oc Fanart by @amelia-sama

- Orion Character Sheet

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Author note: The inspiration I got for this story is from all the reincarnation Manhwas (korean manga) I’ve read over the past couple of months. This story will likely be long and will update every Tuesday and Thursday unless otherwise stated. Remember to enjoy the story as it basically takes place away from the original plot of Record of Ragnarok and will focus on non-canon events. Basically have fun and enjoy reading about your favorite characters :))

[strawberrypockybox]

༺☆༻ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭...

featuring : itoshi sae x f!reader

synopsis : being surrounded by the smell of coffee sounds nice, but it’s awful when you’re also a college student. work was certainly not the place you thought you’d meet the guy that stole your heart.

status : on-going(I don’t have a fixed posting schedule)

tags : strangers to lovers, college setting, crack, fluff, angst, reader works in a coffee shop, socmed au

tag list : shoot me an ask to be added! (I’m begging you to check if your setting for showing you in search results it’s on. I’ll always agree on adding everyone and I’m not checking if your url works until I actually have to tag you)

ami’s note : trying to cope with my job by making this. anyways I hope y’all like it. (just letting you guys know I won’t use any pictures that would show skin color/appearance, all my precious ladies can read this:’))

PROFILES : [name]’s group/sae’s group

one : who?

two : mistery girl

three : heart eyes

four : risky

five : must be a joke

six : it can’t be real

seven : headache

eight : phone number

nine : you’re curious

ten : miss dior

eleven : flower bouquet

twelve : she’s my weakness

thirteen : can you say please

fourteen : break my heart

fifteen : learning to miss you

sixteen : oh no...feelings

seventeen :

eighteen :

nineteen :

twenty :

© 2023 STRAWBERRYPOCKYBOX do not copy, edit or repost in any other platform

[redheadspark]

hi! can I request enemies to lovers with Oliver Wood where the reader is the Slytherin seeker, they always bicker with each other at class and he smirks at her any time he wins against her team. But in potions class when making Amortentia your bickering per usual because you sit next to him and they both blush when they realize they smell each other?

A/N: Sorry it too me forever to write this one out for you. Life got in the way, but here we go with a great Oliver oneshot! Thank you for the request, anon!

Lemon and Lavender

Summary: You and Wood never saw eye to eye. Who knew a simple Potions Class would change all of that.

Warnings: Some Angst with a fluffy ending. (I made it more sad than nothing sorry )

Tagging: @a-lumos-in-the-nox

Oliver Wood was a nuisance to you.  And for plenty of reasons.

For one, he was a cocky quidditch player.  Ever since you two came in as first years together to Hogwarts, all he could ever talk about was quidditch.  Sometimes his cockiness did get the best of him from time to time, let alone hearing him rave about it throughout most of the days in classes.  He was itching to be on the Gryffindor team as soon as he could try out your second year.  Although you too were a fan of the sport, there was something about him and his smug nature about being the best quidditch player that made you want to punch him in the face every once in awhile.

Yet it didn’t help your second year that he was the Gryffindor Keeper….and you were the Slytherin Chaser.

Your houses were notorious for being rivals in anything and everything.  And although you loved being a Slytherin, you weren’t like the others in your house that seemed far too corky or rambunctious.  In all fairness, you were on the timber side, at least that’s what your housemates said.  Yet your ambitious trait made you want to be a great player, helping your house win and stay at the top throughout most of the season.  Gryffindor was not too far behind in points, winning matches every once in awhile under your nose.

Oliver would never let those wins down, epically to you.

You both rubbed off on each other when it came to competition and being on the broom, even as the years came and went and you went from Chaser to Seeker.  The old Seeker graduated and you tried out for the spot, barely making the cut from another 4th year that was too snooty for his own good.  You took out that flame in seconds, catching the practice snitch a few seconds within the time requirement.  The first match you played as Seeker was against Ravenclaw, being able to win the match within 20 minutes when you got the snitch easily.  Holding the golden snitch high above you and heading your house cheer, you couldn’t hope but notice a certain Gryffindor Captain watching you from his spot in the Gryffindor area.  

Oliver Wood, with his infamous glare that was saying, “Game on”

It went beyond the filed too, since you both shared a handful of classes together in both Potions and Charms.  Oliver would sometimes rub it in your face when Gryffindor would beat the Slytherin, making it unbearable at times to hear it with his low tone and his smirk etched there on his face.  

“Sorry you’re not as fast as Potter, eh?”

“That’s okay, you’re not as quick on your broom either, Wood,”

Yet as the years went by, it started to get under your skin in more ways than one.  The playful banter was becoming more of a nuisance and making it harder for you be more positive.  You wouldn’t show it in front of your housemates, merely because they would get more of your case on winning matches.  The pressure of winning was getting bigger, and by the time you were a 7th year, it was coming to a head.  

Thinking about graduation and life outside of Hogwarts, trying to decent in your classes and not fall behind, and now being the star Slytherin Seeker against one of the toughest Gryffindor teams, which also had the famous Harry Potter at their Seeker.

Great.  Just Great.

Your bitterness was showing throughout your classes and spare time, being too stressed in trying to stay afloat and not get your head under water was far too much.  It was showing in your work, which of course gave Snape some fuel to breath down your neck for your subpar potions essays.  It was showing in your practices, your other teammates thinking you were getting slow in your flying since you would miss getting the practice snitch once or twice.

Their banters and comments, it would be too much at times.

One day you stormed off the field in tears, not having the best time on your broom and just wishing you could hide under your covers back in your dorm.  The last thing you waned to hear or deal with was another comment, another suggestion, another “gentle” reminder of what to do.  So as you were clutching your broom, head hung low and tears that were about to fall onto the muddy ground from the new rainfall.  

“Great practice today,” you heard from your left in amusement.

Oliver Wood.  Of course.

You walked past him, paying him no mind as he was waiting for you t say something.  You were too heated, so worked up to utter a word to him as you were still walking down the dark walkway into the Slytherin tent.  Maybe he sensed how mad you were, the hunches in your shoulders and how you eyes stayed to the ground, since he cleared his throat and was started to follow you a bit farther behind.

“Hey….you…you good?” He asked, the smug was no longer heard on his face as you sniffled a bit and swiped some tears away aggressively, “I-I think you were….okay out there,”

“Not good enough I guess, right Wood?” You asked bitterly, almost sounding a bit pained from it.  It was eating you alive, hearing it from not only your teammates but your housemates as well.  hearing it from your Head of House, some of the teachers.  No, you weren’t going to let Oliver Wood win.

“Come on, you’re weren’t that bad—“ Wood was going to explain to you as you whirled around and glared at him.  Seeing him looking rather shocked, a bit worried there on his face and no longer sun as you were use to see it with him.  

“I don’t want to hear a single thing from you, or from anyone right now, about my performance, okay!” you sneered at him, seeing him blink rapidly as you kept going, “I’ve going through enough in this bloody year, my last year, and I know I’m not good enough, alright?!  I already know that, and I don’t wanna hear it from you!  I hear it from Snape, I hear it from my Housemates, my own family too!  So please, do me a favor and for once, for the first time since we’ve met…. leave me alone!” 

You walked away before Oliver would say anything else, you crying openly now as you left a stunned Oliver Wood behind.

The next day you showed up to Potions class with no real urge to be there.  The last thing you wanted to go was go to class, but it was your lighter day when it came to school work and you could spend the rest of your day back in your dorm.  You slept rather terrible, still crying over all the pent of stress that happened.  Not to mention you were kicking yourself for snapping at Oliver, he never deserved it.  He was concerned about you, nothing was smug or showing that he was enjoying your misery.  In fact, he looked rather….saddened at it.

Like a genuine friend would.  

You stumbled into Potions Class, shrugging off your messenger bag as Professor Slughorn was already talking a bit about the lesson that he was going to conduct.  Moving to your assigned tabletop, you noticed that Oliver was sitting there too.  He looked a bit remorseful as you slumped onto your stool, looking at the professor and not paying him any attention as he cleared his throat a little uncomfortably.  

“I’m sorry for making you cry last night,” Oliver said to you calmly, “I didn’t mean to make you feel worse,”

“I’m sure, Wood” You replied.

“Come on, I really didn’t,” he tried to reason, but you were still looking at Slughorn, “You think I would wanted to do that on purpose?  Seriously?”

“You’ve done it in the past,” You explained.

“Well, excuse me for caring, I won’t anymore if that’s what going to make to happy then,” he replied in a huff, you rolling your eyes.  Staying quiet, you both were listening to the lesson and how you were going to make the Amortentia Potion.  It was a tricky one to make, but doable since you had a good knack of Potion making compared to the other Slytherins in your class.

“Let the brewing commence!” Slughorn said with excitement, you all spreading out to get your ingredients.  You only want to get through the class, not causing a scene or making any waves at all.  Gathering your ingredients and lighting your cauldron, you were measuring out the herbs and liquids to pour them in.  Yet as the potion was brewing and finally changing to the right color and texture, you were noticing something was happening.

Or something you were smelling.

According to what you read, the Amortentia Potion was powerful and potent with the scent of someone whom you had romantic feelings for.  It could be dangerous as well, being placed in the wrong hands or not handed properly would result in disaster for anyone involved.  It was all about the scents that would come out of the potion, so the first thing you smelled was Lemon Drops.

Honeyduke’s Lemon Drops.

It was strong in your nostrils, making you pause for a moment to try and figure out why you would smell the distinct candy.  You weren’t a fan of it yourself, but it did make your heart race a bit.  Then another scent came through, taking over the Lemon Drop, this one was a bit stronger.

Cinnamon.

You blinked a few more times, stopping your cauldron whisking as cinnamon was hitting you hard.  It wasn’t straight cinnamon, almost like a cologne of some sort that a boy would wear.  It was almost… inticing and it made you more confused than ever.  You knew it was the potion working against you, working it magic on you since you were close enough.  But it was the last one that made you freeze and almost look in pure sock.

Broomstick polish. 

Pure Quidditch Broomstick Polish.

You knew that scent since you’ve worked that polish for years.  It was distinct and strong, something any Quidditch player should know with their eyes closed.  This was becoming more and more bizarre as your heart was beating out out of your chest.  What could Lemon Drop, Cinnamon-like cologne, and Polish have in common.  Or in your case, who?

Looking over, you saw Oliver working away at his cauldron too, looking rather flustered at his work and almost flushed.  It made you ponder at him for a moment before seeing his backpack at his foot near his stool, a few things poking out from the surface that made you freeze and look with such discovery.

A small bag of Lemon Drops and a can of Quidditch Broom Polish poking out from the bag.   

No….no way…

“Well now, Mr. Wood.  Let’s see how yours is coming along,” Slughorn said in a hum as he walked over to Oliver’s cauldron.  Oliver look a bit out of it, almost like you did as he took a step away to let Slughorn look behind his glasses, “Ah, this looks rather good, Wood.  5 points to Gryffindor!  Tell me, what are the scents that you are receiving?”

Oliver gulped, you not moving from your own cauldron just to hear his answer to Slughorn.  You had no idea why you were intrigued to hear, but seeing two of your scents in his possession was making our head spin.  A love potion, coming from Oliver….it made you wonder.

Did you have feelings for him?

“I-I smell Lavender perfume,” Oliver explained in a stammer, your eyes going wide as he went on, “And..u-um Pumpkin Pasties….a-a-and…”

“And?” Slughorn asked, a smile on his ace as Oliver was blushing like mad.  You felt your own heart lurching out of your mouth, feeling like this was an out of body experience for you.  You wore Lavender perfume….your favorite candy from Honeydukes was Pumpkin Pasties….and…..

“Quidditch gloves,” He muttered.  Blush was coming to your cheeks rapidly and your breath was gone.  

“What a lovely combination,” Slughorn hummed, moving along to the next student.  Oliver took in a long breath, then looking over at you now and see you stare at him with blush on your own cheeks.  It was like time froze and slowed down for only you and Oliver, the reality setting in and all of those pent up negative feelings were out the window within seconds.  

Something new was settling in, and for the briefest of moments, you both smiled at one another.  Genuinely smiled.

Years later, you gave each other Lemon Drops and Pumpkin Pasties on your wedding day as a reminder of what brought you together. 

The End.

[pariahsparadise]

what could have been

masterlist

requested by @bellatheslytherclaw - hii, since you did the oliver wood nsfw headcannons i wanted to make one more request for himm. could you write a angst to fluff one shot where oliver broke up with the fem!reader (you decide the reason) and then they reunite years later? thank youuu 💗💗💗

word count- 1.2k

pairings- oliver wood x fem!reader

author’s note- i hate this omg, i’m so sorry. this is a complete wreck, i had absolutely no idea what to do. hopefully it’s still readable? idk, not proofread, i can’t bear to go through this mess again. ALSO I’M VERY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. (the assistant is 100% me when it comes to any ship btw, just so you know what inspired his character.)

warnings- swearing. i think that’s it (?)

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It had never been this bad, Fred thought.

Sure, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain and his girlfriend had a tumultuous relationship, and they often fought and squabbled over the littlest things, but that was all in good nature. It was clear to everyone who knew them that the two were deeply in love, and he and George had been running a long-standing gamble about when the two would get married.

Based on the shouts coming from Oliver’s dorm, he was going to lose.

“You’re not listening!” you screamed, tears of frustration leaking from your eyes. You immediately turned your head away, refusing to let Oliver see.

“Well, maybe I’d listen if there was something worth hearing! All you’ve been giving me for the past hour is a bunch of excuses, can’t you just tell me the truth?”

You nearly let out a sob at his response, having tired of this argument ages ago. “Merlin, would you listen to yourself? I have been telling you the truth, there’s nothing going on between Percy and me! He’s literally your best friend, and you know I would never-”

“My best friend that you seem to have taken quite a liking to in recent months, wouldn’t you agree?” spat Oliver, eyes bright with anger. “What, am I not good enough for you anymore? Not smart enough? Is that it? Does the fact that I’m nothing but a stupid, stupid, athlete bother you?”

Your mouth opened in a protest, but quickly stuttered shut as you watched Oliver raise his hands to his head, effectively cutting off his view of you. You fell silent as his shoulders silently shook with what you could only assume were sobs, and you immediately went to his side. Right when you were about to put your arms around him, he spoke up again, voice muffled against his skin.

“Go. Just go.”

Your heart fell to your stomach, your feet concrete on the floor. You didn’t dare breathe, lest he notice that you were still there. But he did anyway, and though he didn’t remove his hands, his voice increased in volume, any sign of vulnerability he might’ve showed earlier gone.

“Just leave, for fuck’s sake!”

So you did.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It had been years since the two of you broke up, and you were proud to say that you had finally moved on. Graduating Hogwarts after excelling your exams, you immediately found work in the Ministry of Magic, working as both an Alchemist and a Communications Officer. You oversaw and moderated all connections with MACUSA, a mediator of sorts between the two countries.

“Miss L/N?” came the timid voice of your assistant from the hall, and you wondered why he sounded so...awed. “Your next appointment is here.”

“Send them in,” you said, checking your watch. Whoever they were, they were 20 minutes late, and you decided to give them a piece of your mind.

You never got the chance, as your mind was reduced to shambles when you recognised the man who walked through that door.

Oliver seemed even more shocked than you did, stuttering through his words as he took in your office and you. “W-when Coach said that L/N would be approving my passport, I didn’t think he’d mean Y/N L/N.”

“Oh- um, well, surprise!” You said awkwardly, with too much enthusiasm, not knowing where to look. Oliver had filled out even more since the last time you saw him (if such a thing was even possible), muscles in places you didn’t even know could have muscles. His brown hair was about the same attractive length, his brown eyes as warm as the day they had first found yours. They found yours again, and you felt your insides mesh into a puddle.

A yelp from outside brought you back to reality, and you sighed, knowing that your assistant must have fallen out of his chair while trying to eavesdrop. Gesturing to the seat in front of you, you cleared your throat, trying to push the blush away from your cheeks.

“Let’s get this done, then.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“You’re going to America?” was the next thing you said, breaking the tense silence that had fallen between the two of you.

“Aye,” he said, hand rubbing shyly at his neck, “Playing in a match, it’s pretty important.”

“I don’t doubt it, it’s in practically every newspaper I’ve seen,” you laughed, sifting through his documents. “I’m happy for you, Ollie.”

The nickname fell from your lips so easily, you didn’t even notice it. Oliver did though, the hitch in his breath an obvious tell. He looked back down at your desk, watching your hands card through the papers, not too different from the way they used to card through his hair. He shook the memory away, looking up at you through his lashes. “And you? Are you happy for yourself?”

You paused, thinking your answer through before responding, “I am, mostly. Great job, great apartment, great friends.” His face fell slightly, but your keen eyes caught the change in his demeanour, so you hastened, “That doesn’t mean that I don’t miss what could have been.”

Oliver stops breathing, the room is more silent than a tomb. You stamp his passport and file his documents away in silence, and he leaves without so much as a goodbye.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

“Mail!”

Your secretary nearly falls over his own feet as he barrels into your office, throwing down a letter on your desk. You start, a hand shooting up to rest on your heaving chest as you gasp, “For fucks’ sake, what did we say about knocking?”

Your assistant couldn’t care less, as is obvious by the way he practically bounces around your room, as if his shoes are made of springs. “Read it! Read the letter! Now!”

Glancing at the vanilla envelope, you freeze, eyes falling on what’s gotten your assistant so worked up.

Directly under your name is the return address. The letter is from Oliver Wood.

Exchanging a glance with your assistant- his look is gleeful, yours confused- you open the envelope. Finding two tickets and a letter, you set the envelope back down, examining the contents.

Y/N,

I miss what could have been too. I miss the thought of our family, our house, our children racing around in the yard as you scold me for buying them new brooms, but you don’t mean it. You love me, just as I love you.

I miss your hand in mine, your lips on mine, the smooth curve of your calf, the magnificent arch of your eyebrow. I mourn the loss of a future together, what was once our dream.

But I don’t want to miss what could be.

Come to America. Watch me play. Let me take you out for a drink to celebrate our win, or to drown myself in if we lose. Laugh with me as I twirl you around, cry with me as I shout obscenities at the referee. Be with me, love me again.

Or don’t. Maybe I misinterpreted yesterday.

Merlin, I hope I didn’t.

Yours always,

Ollie.

Your eyes shine with unshed tears, you look up to meet your assistant’s keen gaze. “Well?” he demands, about to burst with glee. You feel your mouth stretch into a smile, you can almost hear his jubilant answer when you ask,

“How does a trip to America sound?”

[startaee]

i love my sei 🥱💞

ok idk how to make my posts aesthetic anymore😭😭 been gone for too long man

RANDOM BF TEXTS

seishiro nagi x reader

warnings; sei saying he'll die (as a joke) lmk if there's smthg else!

mdni thnx

reblogs appreciated kissi ‼️

[captainaikus-deactivated2025070]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟏

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢, 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟕𝐤.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐌𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐮𝐛 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 !!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

Maybe it was the Universe’s way with you for the enjoyable time you had in your school years, making friends and going to the arcade with them after classes or the years of school that you had taken for granted, the road to university becoming more dangerously narrow as you had the pressure of a system and society on you. And along with that came the rough shoulder pushes that made you spill your books onto the floor or even with your knees meeting the tiles of the hallway on certain days of shared classes with a mean stare from green eyes of a familiar classmate,

Itoshi Sae.

He didn’t even bother to apologize, looking down at you while people stopped to stare with their worried gaze while the others laughed. You didn’t know how or why you had got yourself into this predicament, yet if there was one thing you knew it was the fact that Itoshi Sae was the bane of your existence.

“And your lab partner is… Itoshi Sae.”

You groaned as the teacher stared at you through her glasses, closing the book with a fold on her palm, the sound of the shutting of pages leaving no room for argument as you looked on helplessly. It wasn’t long till he had made a rude appearance, sliding a book across the table, making it fall to the ground to capture your attention.

“You can give her puppy eyes as much as you want; it won’t get any work done. And I’d rather get something done than not having the best grade. If you try to damage my reputation in any way, I will not hesitate to put you in your place, dog.” he stated, green eyes narrowing at you as he kicked away at the fallen book.

Even if he was your lab partner, he never hesitated in making your life even more difficult, dropping test tubes onto the floor, causing the teacher to shake her head as she scolded the both of you for breaking equipment. Yet, he showed no remorse, going back to his bullish ways, this time taking the extra mile to make you spill soda on your white lab coat.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole!” you yelled, crushing the can and throwing it at him as he dodged it. Not wanting it to stain you rushed to the girl’s bathroom washing the coat under the sink. Luckily, it was the end of the day for you, giving you time to dry it when you reached your dorm room. Pushing open the door, you took the right, heading for the doors that lead to the exit of the building, before you were pulled in with a rough grip into the boys bathroom, a strong hand pulling you the head of the person seeming a familiar dyed red into one of the bathroom stalls, pushing you in with force as he came behind you, locking the door in place.

“Look, Itoshi- I don’t have time to play your fucking games-”

Placing a firm hand against your lips, his eyes stared into yours, wide yet grim.

“Shut the fuck up.” he said firmly, body pressing into yours as he pressed his hand further on your lips. “You have quite the attitude on you.” he added, hand on your blouse as he clenched his fist on it, pulling the tucked fabric out of your pants.

“Throwing a soda can at me. You think I’d let you get away with that?” he asked grimly, his hand moving from the waistband of your pants onto your stomach as you stared at him with wide eyes, your one hand moving to the hand that was over your mouth to remove it while the other was placed on his hand that was circling around your belly button.

“Look into my eyes.” he commanded you. Not listening to him, he removed his hand, pinching your cheeks together while your hand held tightly onto his wrist and his other dug into the side of your waist.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he said, squishing your cheeks together. “Say yes if you understand.”

You were starting to get pissed off.

Moving your hand from his wrist, you moved it to his throat, your fingers squeezing the column of his throat while the other let go of his hand on your stomach, moving towards his sweater, fingers slipping into the holes that it had, hand forming into a fist as the threads of the sweater threatened to rip. Catching him off guard, you turned your face, slipping it out of his touch, pulling him closer to your face.

“No, I don’t understand. After tormenting me so much, you must be a fool to think I would give into your demands, Itoshi.” you scoffed, his lips close to yours. “After the amount of times you pushed me down in the hallway, shoved me to the ground, costing me my dignity and pride, you really thought you had the upper hand? After getting scolded by the teacher when you broke things, you thought you could make me submit?” you taunted, hand moving from his throat to his hair, pulling back as he moaned.

“Answer me, slut.”

He said nothing, making you pull his hair harder as he shut his eyes and moaned, his hands moving the sides of your blouse, pulling at it.

“You can't, can you? Could’ve been a good boy and asked me nicely, but no.” you said, hands letting loose on his hair as his eyes opened to see you. “Had to go about it the reverse way. What did you fantasize about? Pinning me against the wall and letting you have your way with me while I stayed pretty for you and made the right sounds like - Ahhh” you moaned, making his green eyes stare at you with shame as a blush spread across his face, inciting a chuckle out of you.

“Well, if my attention is all you wanted, you didn’t have to go as far as pushing me on the ground, Itoshi- “ you said, closing in on his face, kissing his lips, feeling him give into you as he slipped his tongue onto yours, pushing you back with the intensity of it. Breaking away from the kiss you watched him in his drunken gaze as he moved to your lips for more.

“Ah ah ah.” you tutted as he scrunched his eyebrows at you.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes, it won’t get any work done.” you mocked, repeating the lines he said from the other day, his eyes widening at the recall of it. “Remember something else you said the other day?” you added, hand placed on his chin to make him look at you.

“Let me rephrase that. It doesn’t matter that you’re on your way to becoming a football star, or you have more wealth than I do nor does it matter that you consider yourself better than me. Get in my way… and I'll make sure to break you. Break you until you’re nothing but begging me to stop. Are we clear on that?” you asked grimly. Hand going to his neck as he glared at you, you cupped it, your thumb stroking the pale flesh of it.

“I asked you a question. Keeping your silence isn’t going to do shit and neither is your pathetic excuse of a glare.” you chuckled, making him smack your hand as he tried to regain his composure. Picking up your lab coat off the ground, you turned to leave.

“Make it any harder for me and I will not hesitate to put you in your place, whore.” you said, unlocking the door as your heart raced from both the adrenaline and the fact that you had managed to face him, leaving him alone in the bathroom stall. Reaching your dorm you were both relieved and in a state of shock at the events that had transpired in the quiet bathroom stall of the university; while Sae had a hardon to deal with, moaning and whining into the pillow of his dorm room while his roommate was gone. His hand gave a slow tease to his cock as he remembered your words;

‘Answer me, slut.’

“Aha-”

‘Don’t give me those puppy eyes, it won’t get any work done.’

“Nh- hah”

‘Get in my way… and I'll make sure to break you. Break you until you’re nothing but begging me to stop.’

“Hah- ha-”

‘Are we clear on that?’

“Fucking bitch- hah hah-” he cursed, his hand moving up and down his naked cock, wet noises filling the empty room as he fantasized about you calling him your good boy, his heart racing at the thought of it yet his brain refusing to give into the tempting thought of you.

‘Make it any harder for me and I will not hesitate to put you in your place, whore.’

He could feel himself inching closer and closer, his stubbornness making him shake his head to get the thoughts of you out of it. Yet he couldn’t, his back arching off the bed, his chest heaving at the thought of you praising him, taking his cock into your mouth, your eyes looking seductively into his as your hand stroked his thigh.

‘You can be a good boy for me can’t you?’ his thoughts giving him an image of you behind his eyelids as he tried to recreate an image of you. ‘See? You’re so good when you behave for me.’ you said, hand teasing his cock, his mind trying to remember the feeling of your hand, slowly choking him as you pumped him, your hand moving up and down his cock, lathering the surface of it with his leaking precum.

‘Cum for me.’

“Hhhh- ahhh”

‘Cum for me, Sae.’

“Nhhaaahh-”

‘Cum for me, my filthy slut.’

“Fuck-” he cursed, hand pumping his cock quickly until he had cum all over it, his messy hand giving shallow pumps as some of it spilled onto the expanse of his abdomen that had a light sheen of sweat. Opening his eyes, his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, angry at himself with the clench of his jaw at losing himself in you, yet the feeling of seeing you again lingered; a notification from his phone catching him off guard.

‘Meet me at the library tomorrow. Finish at least 3k words regarding the content of the assignment based on the research conducted while I’ll handle the rest. And get your laptop with you.’

Clicking his phone shut, Sae pulled up his boxers and pajamas, throwing on a loose tee to sit at the desk as he typed away at his laptop, a thought coming to mind.

If he were to piss you off with mistakes in his research… Would you stick to your word and break him?

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 :

There were plenty of odd people that you had come across in your life such as the old lady who would give you a mean stare as she held her cat, watching you from her patio while you were walking on the curb to go home or old man who would run after you when you rode your bicycle on the grass of his neatly trimmed lawn on a summer dare your friends had given you. Despite growing up and enrolling into university, it was safe to say you had seen enough odd cases such as Emiko,your roommate who had a habit of scribbling her pointy pencil to a blunt point at the back of her notebook before writing a note down.

The world was plenty of odd people, yet the oddest case of them all had to be that of your biology classmate;

Shidou Ryusei.

He had been popular and had everything in life going for him such as a football career from clubs that were scouting for him and maintaining a high status in university, getting invited to parties every other night. Rather than scaring off the students with the footage of him being muzzled in the locker room, keeping him from moving for he had a violent tendency on the field, losing his sanity at the sight of the ball when it was in his line of sight for a goal, delivering a kick so powerful that it scared yet thrilled the crowd; not to mention the fact that he was a party animal. Rather than the alcohol he could tolerate influencing his image, it did nothing but bring him more invitations.

Interacting with such people was never your strongest pursuit; often choosing to stay away from them as they had a poor attitude and were often looked down upon by elders, yet trouble always seemed to find you within the confines of the campus, even as Ryusei had poured soda on your book bag, while the others around him cheered him or stared at him in horror yet couldn’t do anything as they stood frozen to their spot rather than helping you, afraid of what he could do to them.

“Oh? What’s wrong, smart mouth?” he cooed, giving a mean grin as he emptied the can of pink soda that would no doubt stain your canary colored satchel and seep through the pages of your book. “Aren’t you always answering in Biology class? Raising your pathetic little arm when the teacher asks a question? Whatever happened to that hm?”

You grit your teeth as he dropped the can next to your drenched satchel in mockery, shoving your shoulder as he walked past you. People continued to watch while some smirked at your figure when you rushed to kneel on the floor, one hand pulling away at the wet cloth of your bag and the other pulled out your books, your shoulders dropping in relief that the only thing that had been stained were the corners of it and not the edges.

The next day, there was a new transfer student in class as he waved nervously and introduced himself as Ayato to the class. You were never one to wish ill on anyone, yet the hope lingered that the new student would be the subject of Ryusei’s torments for all you wanted was to study in peace and move up the ladder in society, hoping to earn a good salary that could buy you a comfortable house- a thought that had fueled you work harder rather including the want of independence from the miserable dorm room, and a job that was decent to meet both your daily and luxurious needs.

Was having a peaceful youth while studying to achieve a dream too much to ask for?

The thought made you groan internally as you laid your head on your desk the bell for a break ringing in the background as you rubbed your forehead into the pages of your notebook until the feeling of your chair being kicked hard came from behind, making it lose balance as you fell down to the ground, the wood of the leg of the chair cracked under its impact. You rubbed your lower back that ached from the fall, eyes shifting to the teacher’s desk that was empty. Looking up you saw the figure of none other than Shido, dropping a book and kicking it in your direction.

“Get that done in two days. And if you don’t… can’t say what will happen to you.” he stated grimly, sticking his tongue out as he walked away from your form. Your ass sore from the fall, you stood up taking the help of the corner of your desk as the new student came to your aid.

“Do you need to see the nurse?”

“I’m fine. Don’t come near me or you’ll be the next thing.” you said, ruffling your shirt, picking up the book and walking towards your dorm, deciding to skip out on the next few classes, unaware that Ryusei watched the interaction between the two of you.

“You sure you want to sit this one out?” Emiko asked, reaching the doors of the house that had blaring music coming from inside, one of the students looking like he was ready to throw up in the bushes around the house; Ayato holding his shoulder as he waved at you while you returned the gesture.

“Just come in. You can be the sober one and drive us home rather than me having to call you up.” Emiko whined.There were times you had seen her drunk before , her movements sloppy as she stayed laying on the floor. Looking away from her to the chaos inside the house, you watched as people drank and created scenes while others cheered them on.

You couldn’t leave her alone in this condition.

“Fine. I’ll come with you.” you gave in, walking past the threshold of the house, moving between the bodies of people, your face contorting into the expression of discomfort as you felt a push and shove, trying to make it on the other side of the room. Wading through the crowds, you kept a watchful eye on Emiko as she danced with a stranger while your other hand scrolled away at your phone; Ayato coming to stand next to you.

“It’s pretty loud in here isn’t it?” he asked awkwardly, making you chuckle.

“Seems like you’re the stickler for the rules, but I can tell that small talk isn’t your strongest pursuit.” you remarked, making him rub the back of his head. “You can relax around me, Ayato.”

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked, taking a sip from his can of beer.

“A magician never reveals her tricks.” you said with the shrug of your shoulders, the noise in the background becoming louder as someone fell onto your back, drenching your pants with alcohol. Groaning, you shook your leg both in disgust and annoyance.

“I’ll be right back.” you told Ayato, heading towards the hallway of the house, opening doors to find the bathroom until you turned the knob of the right one.

Stepping in you grabbed tissues, running it under cold water, a poor attempt to wipe away at the alcohol on your pants. It wasn’t save all, but it was better than nothing, not wanting it to stain and smell like you had stepped into beer when you were perfectly sober. Hearing the click of the door open, you remembered that you had forgotten to lock it in your haste.

“Its occupied.” you said lowly enough for the person to hear, yet it didn’t stop the sound of footsteps from circling around you, clicking the door shut in place, a heavy arm coming around you. Looking up from the sink you watched as Ryusei cocked his head to the side, a hand on a lollipop that was in his mouth while the other was hanging loosely around your neck, his gaze staring into yours.

“What's smart mouth doing at a party like this? Don’t you have a curfew to get to?” he sneered looking at your reflection. “Hmm? And what about my work? Are you done with that yet?”

Dropping his arm from around you, he stepped behind you, resting both his arms on either side of you, holding his lollipop in front of you.

“Open your mouth and say ahhh ” he commanded, sticking his tongue out while pushing the sticky sweet candy on your lips. Angry that you weren’t ready to open your mouth, he squished your cheeks together with his free hand, fingers digging into your cheeks to make your mouth form an ‘o’ shape, pushing the blue colored lollipop in, moving the stick back and forth.

“Seems like you can suck on something-” he teased, testing your patience;

Until you had enough. Lifting your foot, you brought it down on his foot, making him cry out in pain as he stumbled back a few steps. Spinning on your heel, you caught him by his shirt bringing him eye level with you. Using your other hand, you repeated the same action as he had done with you, squishing his cheeks together as he furrowed his eyebrows, his hands clawing at your coat, the lollipop falling on the ground with a clatter.

Collecting saliva at the tip of your tongue you let it fall sweetly into his mouth until you were satisfied, the sound of you spitting on his tongue being heard around the room.

“Swallow it.” you ordered, watching the bob of his adam’s apple after he had done as you wished.

“Seems like the bitch can listen.” you said lips coming close to his jaw as you licked up a stripe. Moving south, you rubbed the tip of your nose against the skin of his exposed neck, you made him shiver. Running your tongue over it, you heard a hint of a whimper before biting down on it, making him moan.

“That’s what you get for spilling soda on my bag.”

Running your tongue on the bite mark you made, you sucked on the area, making sure to leave a deep purple bruise as he clenched

“Want me to mark you up and let you know who do you moan for?” you taunted, leaving a searing kiss to the now bruised skin that would only turn darker with time.

“Imagine what people are gonna think? Feral Shido was tamed none other than his victim- (y/n); who he bullies everyday. Won’t that be something for people to discuss?” you added, chuckling as he stared at you with half lidded eyes, lust present in them, his hands circling around your waist to bring you closer to him. Placing a knee on his crotch, you applied light pressure, rubbing the surface of your knee up and down, making his grip come loose, his forehead coming into contact with yours, his breath playing on your lips.

“Look at you. Can’t believe this is the same dog they muzzled in the back of the locker rooms just because he lost in the field.” you said, lips moving to leave more marks on the other side of his neck. “You can be an obedient bitch for me can’t you?”

“Ah” Ryusei moaned, one arm coming to your waist while the other pressed behind your head, wanting to have you as close as possible, moving his head back, to give more space to have your way with him.

“Who said you could touch me, brat?” you growled, grabbing his hand from the back of your head, placing it on the wall beside him; leaning more of your body weight forward, moving your thigh against his clearly hard cock that was constrained by the black pants he wore. Ryusei’s chest heaved as he felt you press more of yourself into him, a rush of warmth spreading across his face, feeling feverish at your touch until you had pulled away, your lips placed on his. The kiss started off slow, becoming more sensual with the passing of time as his arms came to your shoulders, hsi face leaning forward into yours, tongue sliding over tongue when you pulled away with a teasing bite to his lip.

You moved back, taking in the picture of the flustered man in front of you with a hardon.

“Where are you going?” he asked, an arm reached out towards you. “We’re not done yet.”

“I think we are. When I fell to the ground after you kicked my chair, you weren’t there to lift me up were you?” you asked with a smirk making its way to your face.

Opening the door, you stepped back, closing the door once you stepped out with a tiny crack in it as Ryusei blinked at you, confused at the predicament he had found himself in.

“You better take care of that. Don’t want to walk out with a tent in your pants neither do you want to keep someone waiting outside, do you?” you chuckled, closing the door and walking away.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

Studying at an establishment was a tedious task, but studying in a fine establishment was another feat as students passing by stared at you, a hand on their mouth to cover their laugh as you couldn’t tell the difference between the right forks and spoons, each defined by their function or the way you dressed, simplicity standing out in a sea of grandiosity.

You were an odd one and you knew that, whispers about your father’s line of work circulating wherever you went. It didn’t stop there, you often found your things vandalized, hands finding themselves in a wet puddle of white paint as you stuck your hand into your bag during the first week of university when you had left it unattended at your desk, the desk spray painted in red with the words “Slut” and “bitch” along with the terribly made portrait of a clown causing uncomfort among the teachers as they passed by your desk; powerless to do anything about this as their salaries depended on the students and their families, the prominence of capitalism making its mark on the education system making you scoff. It was very difficult to figure out the doer of such heinous acts, making your life in university difficult with each passing day.

Michael Kaiser.

Despite ruining the image of the perfect child born with a silver spoon, he had it going for him; with teachers who did not bat an eye to his notorious nature, turning every low grade into an excellent one while the others who didn’t meet the tier fell below him. The rotten system made you grit your teeth as he smirked at your miserableness, lips curling and exposing his pearly whites as he was given his test that he didn’t have to try too hard in, the answer key arranged by one of his minions that was on a payroll from his endless pit of wealth while your eyebrows furrowed at the average grade you received even if you had given it your best and were positive you’d get good grades this time like you had promised yourself the previous. Torments during lunch break wasn’t anything new, the dumping of buckets of water over your form as you occupied a bathroom stall that made you catch a cold when you walked home shivering, irritation spreading through your body as you clenched your fist, willing yourself to get through the year until the goal of having an impressive resume was reached. A dream that you were ambitious in achieving yet it seemed far away; your dreams being crushed with the amused laughter of none other than Kaiser who had managed to turn the classroom itself into a puppet show to entertain himself. It was unfair and rotten to say the least.

Yet everything played out beautifully in this flawed system for Kaiser.

“You never seem to give up. Must I strip you bare and present you before everyone? You’ve even fallen below the status of a court jester.” he remarked, pouring milk over your textbook while Ness watched helplessly, not daring to utter a word that would question his loyalty to kaiser, a smile plastered on his face as he watched the blonde empty an entire box of milk on your desk, raising an eyebrow at you. Not uttering a word, you looked to the side as you felt him place a hand on you, wiping away the drops of milk that clung to his fingers onto your top.

"I'll make you kneel before me."

“Pathetic.”

You clench your fists in frustration and anger. With every passing day since then, the dream of wanting to finish business school on a scholarship, a letter of recommendation and an interview seeming pointless under the torment Kaiser and his puppets had caused you.

You could do this, just another ten months.

Your resolve crumbled at the sight of your research and project papers being mixed with glue as Ness and Kaiser watched over the students get their hands messy. Your eyes watered at the sight of the hard work and progress you had made weeks prior getting wasted in a tub of glue, wiping your eyes off traitorous tears, you were quick to leave, wanting to take a break from the university and everything that came with it. Maybe spending a free evening wouldn’t hurt; getting back home to work on your assignments and projects again. Sending a quick text to your family, informing them that you would arrive home late that night.

Rather than going to the club like some people under stress would, you decided to spend your time at the local library, reading through comfort books, even if it were children’s picture books, a drink along with it as you curled your toes on the sofa, getting comfortable into the plush cushions of it. After having emptied your cup, you placed it on the table, getting up and going to fetch another book from the shelf. Stumbling on the shelf, a shadow of someone approaching behind you fell on the shelf in front, making you aware of their presence, your heart racing at the thought of turning back to take a look. Arms coming on either side of you, you noticed the familiar tattoo of vines that disappeared into glove-covered hands that were placed on either side of the shelf, trapping you between a tall yet muscular build, making sure that you had no space to move.

“Never thought I’d find you here of all places, peasant.”

Clenching your jaw you grimaced at your own luck, wanting to break away from your tormentor, escaping into a library that was distant from your home yet not a hassle to go back. Placing the book into the shelf you turned around to face him, you watched as his blue eyes stared into yours, eyebrows raised as if he were expecting some kind of a revelation from you. Raising your hands, you struck his elbows, making a shiver crawl up his spine as he stared at your bold move. Never before had you raised your hands at him, the gesture catching him off guard.

“You felt a shiver didn’t you?” you asked, taking a step towards him, making him take on back. “That’s called the funny bone. It’s the skin over the ulnar nerve that’s embedded in the region of your elbow. When hit, struck or knocked, it can create a feeling of numbness or pain.” you said, making him hit his back on a wall, his hands placed awkwardly on either side of him.

“Aren’t you a footballer?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as his blue eyes had taken a shade darker, avoiding your gaze. “You should be knowing this.” you added, reaching for the phone in your pocket, opening the camera of it.

“Just like how you should be knowing this-” you said, hands reaching for the nape of his neck, as Michael straightened his back, inching away from your hand until you let your hands sink into the tresses of his soft hair, fingers tugging at the roots of his hair, making him lean into your touch, his eyes closed and mouth parted as you held your phone up to record him. Using the pads of your fingers, you scratched at his scalp lightly, making him groan, your heart racing equally fast from the thrill and fear of being caught. Hand traveling from the back of his head, you slipped a thumb between his parted lips. Expecting for him to show defiance and bite down on your thumb, you were surprised to find him sucking on the digit, eyes seductively staring into yours, until they widened at the sight of you recording it.

“What the fuck do yout think you’re doing?” he asked, while you shoved your thumb further into his mouth, making him choke in surprise as you clicked your phone shut, pocketing it quickly.

“You sounded much better when you didn’t talk and sucked my thumb like someone who hasn't had anything to eat in days.” you smirked as his expression turned into that of a flustered one.

“What? Daddy not feeding you enough with that shit ton of money that you keep throwing around?” you mocked, your hand moving from your pocket to his face as he avoided looking at you while you slipped your thumb out of his mouth, repeating his actions from the other day by crudely rubbing it onto his clothes as he scrunched his eyebrows at you. Turning his head to you, you gazed into his eyes that were clouded with shame and lust.

“It seems like your highness likes getting degraded, does he not?” you mocked, making him protest as you covered his mouth with your hand.

“Don’t talk in a library, Kaiser. Don’t you know it's the rule… or have you forgotten your manners as a gentleman that you had to start acting like a bitch?” you snarled, all the anger coming out of your system, hand going from the side of his face to his throat.

“What if I leaked this video? Hm? I can think of a few things people would say… the student council papers no longer filled with news about your matches but how their star player turned into a bitchboy.” you taunted. “Tell me something, Kaiser. Does it stem from your mommy or daddy issues?”

Coming close to the base of the column of his neck, you placed your hand under his jaw, pushing it up gently as you bit and suck as spot, making him moan and whimper, his hands finding purchase awkwardly on your shoulders.

“Quiet mongrel. Or you’ll draw attention.” you warned him, continuing to lick and suck as the spot until it had left a deep mark on his skin. Satisfied with the result, you pulled away from him, watching him pant lightly, a violent blush spreading across his face, his cock seeming to stir.

“Easy there. Don’t want a hardon now do we,” you said, quickly pulling out your phone to take a picture of him in such a state, the deed already being done before his reflexes.

“Such weak reflexes for someone who plays football.”

“Pathetic.”

The term making him stare at you.

“That’s what you said to me the other day.” you added with a small smile. Leaning in close to his ear, you whispered gravely.

“Now that I have something as leverage against you, I wouldn’t step out of line if I were you. So, for the next nine months, be on your best behavior like a good boy and the secret remains safe between the both of us.”