Tumblr deleted my HP masterlist (AGAIN) so here you go xx
A/N: Hello lovelies, so this is basically every H.P fic I’ve ever written so… enjoy!
LIGHTNING ERA:
Harry Potter:
ONESHOTS:
Happiness: You’re a muggle, but that doesn’t stop The Boy Who Lived from falling for you.
The kiss: You accidentally take an overheard conversation the wrong way.
The strange girl in Hogsmeade: Harry never thought that he would fall for the girl he saved in his Third Year.
Surprise : You, Y/N Potter, have been getting sick for quite some time. After visiting St. Mungo’s, you are astonished at the cause of your poor health.
Friends or more?: Where Harry kissed you in Sixth Year, but you weren’t sure what it meant.
Ammortentia: You, Y/N Diggory, have sworn to hate Harry Potter. But your love potion states otherwise.
Cry for me: Y/N shares her feelings after her breakup with Harry.
SERIES:
The fifth Champion (ongoing) : In which your name comes out of the Goblet of Fire and you’re terrified. Your friend, Harry, for whom you have developed feelings, is much the same.
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5
Ron Weasley:
Cuddles: Ron gets flustered when his girlfriend shows him affection.
Idiot: When Fred lets your crush on Ron slip by accident, the boy is astonished.
Entranced: Harboring feelings for your best friend isn’t the best way to go - especially if he has a girlfriend. But does he really love her? Or has it been someone else all along?
Draco Malfoy:
None yet! Request and I’ll make it happen :)
Fred Weasley:
Bet (Both): You have a bet with the twins.
Dance With Me: The Yule Ball has been responsible for breaking many hearts, and yours was one that left you convinced it could never be mended.
George Weasley:
Bet (Both): You have a bet with the twins.
Cedric Diggory:
Pretty boy: You’re convinced Cedric is a prat, but a Quidditch match changes your opinion.
Lipgloss: Cedric tries guessing what flavor of lipgloss you’re wearing
Oliver Wood:
Hopeless Romantic: After losing a Quidditch match, your boyfriend tries to cheer you up with a date.
Bill Weasley:
None yet! Request and I’ll make it happen :)
Zacharias Smith:
Stupid smirk: When the annoying Hufflepuff accidentally lands you in detention, you find out that he isn’t that bad after all.
MARAUDERS ERA:
Marauders:
Christmas with the marauders: Christmas special.
James Potter:
Jealousy: When you and Sirius fake-date to make James jealous, he wonders if it’s really Lily he’s after.
Sirius Black:
Exam stress: Sirius helps you cope with exam stress and you get a little snappy.
Pureblood Mania: When your mother announces your marriage and takes you to your best friend Regulus’ house, you are confused… until you realize you are engaged to his cocky older brother.
Remus Lupin:
Suck and blow: A game changes everything about your relationship with Remus.
Peter Pettigrew:
I’m sorry, who is that?
Severus Snape:
None yet! Request and I’ll make it happen :)
Regulus Black:
None yet! Request and I’ll make it happen :)
Tom Riddle:
Love you too much: You fall for your best friend, but are too scared to tell him. That is, until a girl dies.
One sickle: Tom doesn’t want you to get too close to him with the fear that he’d hurt you.
Challenging Fate: You and Tom had been wonderful friends…. until he came back from Hogwarts.
HP NEXT GEN:
Teddy Lupin:
I hate you: You and Teddy Lupin have been sworn enemies since your first year at Hogwarts, but when a detention throws you two together you figure maybe he isn’t so bad after all.
ENJOY!
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warnings: nsfw, threesome, slight noncon turns consensual, mild exhibitionism, light spanking, dacryphilia, oral (m and f receiving), riding, anal sex, creampie, slight degradation kink, praise kink, reader and makima are both kinda assholes
SUMMARY: wherein aki claims to despise you, makima's boyfriend for stealing makima away from him, a notion soon proven wrong when he walks in on you and your girlfriend in a rather... compromising position in her office.
MINORS/FEM ALIGNED READERS DNI
admittedly, the first time aki hayakawa had laid eyes on you had been with much more hostility and resentment welling in his heart than joy, the reason behind it being none other than the contract devil herself.
to think that someone had already stolen the interest of his beloved makima-san was a thought almost too much for aki to bear, sheer hatred burning in his stomach the moment his fancied woman introduced you to him as her boyfriend. the meeting itself had gone rather entertainingly for you, your eyes remaining watchful of the way the dark haired man had cleared his throat awkwardly and excused himself to the restroom after giving you an irritable bow of ‘respect’ (more of a forced incline of his head) before rushing out the office much to your amusement.
“have i upset him?” you’d murmured, pressing a soft kiss to makima’s shoulder in a highly amused tone, “he seems to have a thing for you.”
“does he now,” makima had responded, quite unbothered as she arranged the papers on her desk, not even flinching as your hand drummed along the side of her hips teasingly. she honestly couldn’t care less about who fancied her and who didn’t at this point, and you were well aware of that – one of the many reasons you considered yourself a lucky man to have a woman like her at your side.
the man in question was busy hiding in a washroom attempting to collect himself after having practically sprinted away from the two of you, crouched low in the corner of the stall as he grit his teeth in contempt. he could still feel the tightness in his chest that had appeared the second the words ‘meet my boyfriend’ had escaped makima’s lips, an unease coiling uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach.
my boyfriend.
boyfriend.
the word sounded rotten on his tongue at this point as the image of your irritatingly handsome smug face swam across his head, scowl deepening with each passing second of doing so.
what was it makima saw in you, anyway? what was it you had that he didn’t? great body, sure, maybe you were a bit too good looking, fine, maybe you had hands that every woman would fantasise having wrapped around her throat, but seriously, what else??
He couldn’t possibly wrap his head around the idea of Makima fancying someone like you..
as for your interactions, well, aki tried his best to keep them at a bare minimum, only speaking to you if you were present in the room and that too a simple ‘good morning’ or bow. he didn’t think it was a very good idea to be around his ‘rival’ as he had marked you now, anyway.
to you, his attempts to avoid you were absolutely hilarious, the way he irritably pointed out things like, “makima-san likes her coffee with two sugars, not three,” every time you bought your girlfriend her starbucks order or, “i, personally, would buy her something in gold to match her eyes,” every time he saw makima wearing a new necklace you’d bought her making you and your girlfriend laugh your asses off about it later while recounting the conversation.
which is why the current situation aki was in appalled him greatly, as he stared at the sight in front of him in silent horror, eyes bulging and nearly popping out of their sockets.
here the poor guy was, attempting to deliver some paperwork to makima’s office and using one of his spare keys to unlock the door and entering thinking she was out for the day, ready to place the papers on her desk, admire the picture of her on the mantelpiece, and leave.
what he certainly didn’t expect to find, however, was none other than the woman he so adored, splayed out over her desk lavishly, unclothed, her beautiful bare form open to view, face flushed and eyelids drooping slightly as she breathed heavily, quiet whines spilling from her lips . it was not this sight that startled him, no, this is was exquisite, even as he attempted to turn his head to the side respectfully.
it was the sight of another naked figure hovering over her, the very reason for her current state. yours.
your bare, toned back was in clear view of the younger man, muscles tensing and flexing every few seconds as low groans escaped your lips, hips relentlessly thrusting into the woman he loved, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the room. your hands were pinning makima’s arms above her head as you pursued your ministrations, and not too long after, the sight of you fucking aki’s boss raw made his pants tighten slightly as he felt a bulge pressing against the fabric.
no, absolutely not. he refused, he simply refused. but there was no denying it.
aki was hard.
very painfully so, too, the sight of your body working its magic on makima’s making it near impossible for him to tear his gaze away from the sight, eyes widening slightly as his lips parted in surprise, tongue unconsciously darting out to wet them.
it was a good few seconds of staring when he was brought back into his senses, his jaw swinging open and a gasp of horror and surprise escaping his lips causing the both of you to freeze in place, heads turning around to look at him, surprise painted on your own face.
“i… i-i thought…” the man stammered, blushing a violent shade of red as he stared open mouthedly at the scene. “i was j-just..”
“oh, hayakawa-kun,” makima said quite unbotheredly, still breathing a little heavy but speaking casually as if she had not just been getting pounded against her desk a mere second ago, “have you brought the paperwork?”
too horrified and taken aback to speak, aki nodded silently, clutching the paper in his hands hard enough to tear it.
“good. place it over there, please,” makima tilted her head towards her side, but aki stood frozen to the ground, unable to move.
you raised an eyebrow at his deeply flustered state, a corner of your lips tilting up slightly in a lazy smirk as you extended a hand for the paperwork.
wordlessly, aki handed it to you, gaze now travelling to the ground and remaining glued there as you kept the papers aside casually.
“well?” makima raised an eyebrow, “you came to deliver those, right? or is there something else you want?”
how on earth was she being so casual about this while lying bare on her desk with her lover looming over her with equal unconcern!??
“oh, don’t be so rude, love,” you smirked a little. “he’s just a little flustered right now. aren’t you, aki-kun?”
aki didn’t know what it was, but there was something about the way his name rolled off your tongue smoothly that made his pants tighten a little more, his eyes still the size of saucers. perhaps it was the fact that he’d gotten the full, clear view of your bare form instead of makima’s, but strangely enough, he wasn’t really complaining…
“oh, I see,” makima said casually even though she knew exactly what she was doing once her eyes travelled to settle on the bulge in aki’s pants.
aki sputtered like a goldfish out of water, turning redder than a beetroot as he attempted to speak, but the words were caught in his throat, only coming out as a weird gurgling noise from his throat.
then, makima spoke.
“hayakawa-kun, at least lock the door behind you.”
aki’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she said that, finally finding his voice as he stammered, “excuse me-!?”
“you heard her,” you spoke, raising an eyebrow, “you gonna stand there gawking like some teenage boy, or come inside and actually be of some use?”
he was certain he heard you wrong. surely you weren’t implying –?
his blush darkened considerably at the mere thought of a prospect such as what the two of you were indirectly suggesting to him. how on earth were you not opposed to this? he’d expected some sort of resistance on your part against makima’s statement, but here you were, eager as her (though your ways of showing it were as passive – truly a match made in heaven, he supposed) as you impatiently looked at him with a waiting face.
“i-i really shouldn’t, i..” he stuttered, backing away slightly causing your smirk to widen as an incredulous scoff escaped your lips.
"so now you’re being a saint, huh? where was this negativity when you were busy gawking at me fucking her brains out?”
how crude. you could’ve sugarcoated it at least a little for the sake of the man’s ego, he thought.
“i’d think your precious hayakawa-kun needs a little persuasion,” you said in a low tone to makima who shrugged simply, going along with your words as she rose from her position to walk up to the frozen man, quite unbothered about her lack of clothing as aki stood in her presence, terrified as he watched her approach him like a predator pursuing it’s prey, the bulge in his pants having grown to a painful size.
without hesitation, makima grabbed him by the tie and smashed her lips on his, nearly making him pass out as he went stiff as a board, a muffled, “mmrf-!” escaping his mouth as his eyes widened to the size of saucers.
oh, all the times he’d imagined kissing makima, the sensualness and care with which he’d fantasized about handling her at his mercy... yet here she was, lips pressed against his nothing like what he’d imagined, sloppy and wet as he seemed to be the one crumbling under her touch like utter putty in her hands.
the hold this woman had on him...
pulling back had left aki breathless as he breathed heavily, eyes bulging as he took in makima’s naked form, slight drool pooling at the corner of his lips at the sight of the supple flesh of her breasts, perky and flushed from blood flow as he stared, unable to look away.
“go for it, she’s sensitive there,” your voice whispering in his ear nearly scared him out of his wits as he was reminded of your presence, gulping slightly as his eyes tilted upwards to meet makima’s as if asking for permission, to which she gave an unbothered nod, your lips curving into a small smirk at the sight of him being so hesitant.
how adorable, you thought, watching with predatory eyes as aki’s drool covered lips attached themselves to one of makima’s breasts, desperately licking and sucking at the hardened buds as she sighed in content, petting the man’s hair slightly as he did so.
it was not until makima’s hands reached down to undo the buttons of his pants to pull them off alongside his boxers that he was reminded of his painfully hard cock that sprang up eagerly against his stomach, the tip a fiery red and already dripping with precum which makima’s thumb was quick to smear over the shaft as she herself up against his length.
aki was barely aware of your hands undoing the buttons of his blazer and shirt to pull them off, his breathing accelerating as your finger lightly pinched down on his sensitive pink nipples when makima finally sank down on his length.
aki threw his head back and let out a low moan, the back of his hand flying to cover his mouth in an attempt to stop the noises from spilling out and alerting other office workers as he felt the tight, warm walls drag across his erection, breaths coming out in short gasps as he felt her beginning to move up and down, certain he wouldn’t even last two seconds into the ordeal as the heavenly feeling consumed him entirely.
he was in such a state of bliss that he did not pay any attention whatsoever to his surroundings, only snapping back to his senses when he felt something hard tap him on the lips as his eyes flew open in confusion, only to look up to see you looming over him with a ravenous expression on your face, your hard length resting against his lips as you spoke in a low, growling voice,
“you didn’t forget about me, now, did you?”
the sight alone was enough to make aki’s cock twitch inside makima as she let out a light whine, your hand coming down to grasp his chin, resting a thumb on his bottom lip as you pressed down on it, making his lips part.
aki did not have the energy to resist, hands that were gripping makima’s bouncing hips now falling limp to his sides as he took your fully hardened cock into his mouth, clumsily flicking a tongue over the tip before moving his head down on it, not too sure on how to go about this.
when he realised he was not getting much of a reaction, his breathing accelerated as a strange sensation spread across his chest as he hollowed out his cheeks and dragged his warm, wet mouth along your length.
he had no idea why he was acting like this. the man despised you, every inch of you with all his being... so what was this sudden need, this sudden desire to please you raging in the pit of his stomach?
a sense of satisfaction flew threw his body as he felt you groan slightly, meaning he was successful in his ministrations as he felt makima’s warm cunt clenching down on him, nearly sending his eyes rolling back into his head as you grabbed a hold of his messed-up hair, pushing yourself into his mouth a little further as he gagged around your length, silvery tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he looked up at you with hooded, watery eyes, a gorgeous blush spread across his pretty cheeks as he drooled onto your cock, his eyes searching and almost begging for a sign, any sign of approval...
having noticed his worry, a smirk tugged at your lips as you stopped your hand which was casually toying with one of makima’s nipples, making her whine, as your fingers reached down to lightly squeeze aki’s cheeks around your length, making them form a pout as you chuckled.
“you’re almost sucking me off better than makima does, what a good little whore,” you cooed, pinching his cheek mockingly as he moaned around your length, tears spilling out of his eyes when he felt makima’s walls pulsate around him.
“ah, fuck, m’gonna –“ she sighed, arching her back as her warm walls gushed all over aki’s cock, making his eyes roll back into his head as he let out a high-pitched moan, convulsing slightly as makima climbed off of him, his cock shooting out cum in spurts, covering his abdomen as he was given no time to recover, your hands coming down to grab his hair tighter as you began relentlessly fucking his face, watching him struggle to take your thick length, gagging and choking around it as you finally groaned lowly, your dick throbbing slightly.
w-wait, aki thought, a small noise of shock escaping his parted lips when he realised what was about to happen, no, wait –
to no avail as you spilled your seed right inside his mouth, pulling out as he breathed heavily, appalled at what had just happened.
your hand flew out to force his mouth closed as you said in a low, commanding growl.
“swallow.”
unable to resist, aki forced the salty, warm liquid down his throat, gasping for air as he collapsed down onto the revolving chair as both you and makima shared a glance as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow to which you nodded with a smirk.
makima understood your signal, shrugging and climbing onto the desk, pushing the papers and folders aside carelessly as she spread her legs open, holding her knees to her chest and displaying her dripping womanhood clearly to aki, who’s eyes widened, breath stuttering in his throat as his eyes flew to you for an explanation.
“it isn’t fair if I’m the only one who gets to experience how good that slutty mouth of yours feels, is it?” you asked with a tantalizing smirk, tilting your head towards makima, “go on. make your darling makima-san feel good.”
aki was practically foaming at the mouth at this point as he took in a few gulps of air to calm himself, taking a deep breath before leaning forward, his hands gingerly grabbing onto the soft flesh of makima’s thighs as his tongue experimentally darted out to glide over her dripping folds, eyes rolling back into his head at the divine taste as he felt the woman let out a sigh of content, his tongue beginning to lap at her folds eager and faster.
amidst his occupied state, he felt a pair of hands grab onto his hips as he stopped what he was doing in confusion, turning his tired face around in bemusement to try and get a glimpse of what was happening as your hand shot out to force his face to turn around, practically shoving it into makima’s cunt as you snapped, “who said you could stop? focus on what you’re doing, don’t mind me.”
still bemused as ever but having no energy to resist, aki began once again letting his tongue dive into makima’s pretty wet pussy as she grabbed his hair, petting his head like a dog’s as soft sighs and moans left her lips, music to aki’s ears.
“oh, just like that... just like that...”
his earlier confusion was somewhat cleared up when he felt a weird sensation on his behind, his eyes widening in shock when he felt your large, warm hands spread his soft ass cheeks apart, a wet lubed-up finger pressing directly against his hole as he let out a harsh gasp into makima’s cunt.
“w-wait, what –“
he stopped short, letting out a choked moan when he felt your palm come down hard on his behind in a smack, leaving a stinging pain and – knowing your hands – most probably a red mark.
“is there a problem?” you asked with feigned innocence, one finger pushing past the pretty furl of muscles, causing aki to let out a gasp into makima’s cunt as the woman moaned lowly, pushing his face further into her pussy and nearly suffocating him as you added another finger, scissoring slightly as you spread open his cute little ass.
a strange, foreign feeling emerged in the pit of aki’s stomach when he felt your fingers press down on his prostrate, gently rubbing at the bundle of nerves as he breathed heavily against makima’s folds.
he unintentionally let out a whine when he felt your fingers pull out, making you chuckle slightly, “now, now, no need to be impatient,” you said, and he could practically hear the smugness in your tone, clearly picturing your irritating smirk in his head, his teeth clenching at the thought, sheer disgust welling in him, directed not at you, but himself, for letting you make him go this weak in the knees...
he nearly passed out due to shock when he felt the head of your cock press against his lubed-up hole, immediately pulling away from makima as he stammered, "w-wait, what are you – n-no –“
his eyes widened in sheer shock when he turned to see you standing behind him, erection in hand.
aki wasn’t a virgin, and he was no idiot. sure, he’d given into urges before, watched porn, imagined makima as he touched himself or another woman but he had never, never, taken a cock in his ass. the mere idea of it was – it just felt so wrong –! what was this strange feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach at the prospect!? surely it wasn’t... pleasure...!?
“you’ll be fine, hayakawa-kun,” makima’s feigned sweet voice sounded as she reached out a hand to lightly cup aki’s cheeks, smiling down at him from above her spread legs, “do it.. for me...”
for me.
for me.
for her.
the words were more than enough to make aki’s breathing regulate a little as he threw you a terrified glance, your face smirking down at him making his eyes widen.
slowly, he turned around, wordlessly burying himself into Makima’s cunt once again as he squeezed his eyes shut in slight nervous fear, waiting.
“oh... what a good boy,” you whispered, the words making aki’s cock twitch for some reason as a whine escaped his lips, vibrating against makima’s cunt making her moan, his breathing growing heavy and ragged once again.
he did not know why, but hearing you praise him in such a way produced a strange fluttering in his stomach as his thoughts now spiralled out of his control... he wanted more... he wanted to make you feel good, to hear you say that again... oh heavens...
body acting against his own will, he wiggled his hips subconsciously in your grasp as you chuckled slightly, your lips curving as you finally lined yourself up with his twitching hole.
aki breathed heavily and focused hard on sucking on makima’s clit to take his mind off the nervousness as makima’s hands petted his hair lightly, finally feeling the head of your cock push past the tight ring of muscle, letting out a little hiss at the stretch.
“mgh... hurts...” he managed to say, words muffled by makima’s cunt pressing against his face as your hand shot out to lightly run your hand over his pretty back in an attempt to comfort him, your low voice speaking out to him.
“shh, it’s okay, it’ll get better in a moment,” you whispered, the words sending a weird sensation through aki’s chest, making his tummy flutter yet again as he found himself strangely being reassured by your words, makima’s hand playing with his hair helping a little.
“relax, hayakawa-kun, let (y/n) take care of you,” she spoke, letting out a sigh when she felt aki’s tongue working on her exhaustedly, tired yet still wanting to please her.
grasping his waist on either side with your hands, you finally pushed all the way in, the tip of your cock brushing against aki’s prostrate sending him into overdrive as he let out a pornographic moan that vibrated against makima’s cunt, arching his back into your touch as your cock hardened a little more, if possible, a smile tugging at your lips.
slowly, you started to move, feeling him beginning to loosen up a little and become less tense and relaxed with each passing second, your cock now ramming into his cute little ass with ease as he panted, the lewd, squelching sounds making his cheeks go red from embarrassment.
“oh.. mh...” he felt makima whine, her cunt clenching around aki’s tongue as she came, warm liquid gushing onto his tongue as he swallowed for a second time that day, revelling in the taste as he felt the woman move away from him, turning his head to the side as he pressed his cheek against the cool desk, feeling makima’s fingers thread through his hair as a comforting gesture as you pounded into him from behind.
low moans were spilling beautifully from Aki’s lips, swollen from biting and slightly shiny with spit and cum, all resentment and concerns for his reputation pushed aside as he felt himself getting lost in the moment, your length reaching so deliciously inside him as he panted heavily, his cock twitching a little.
“such a good boy, taking me so well,” you murmured yet another praise, making aki whine needily, wiggling his hips a little again as you chuckled, giving his ass a light smack, earning a gasp from him, “what a good little whore, isn’t he, love?”
“quite,” came makima’s voice, aloof as usual as she amusedly took in the sight of aki at your mercy, causing him sheer mortification, “i never knew hayakawa-kun could make such a good toy...”
the demeaning words only made his toes curl further, the coil in his stomach growing tighter by the second as he felt your cock twitch inside him.
you threw your head back, letting out a groan as you finally spilled your warm cum inside his fluttering hole, his balls growing heavier at the feeling as he let out a moan, not giving a shit about anyone hearing anymore as he felt his own cock twitch, spilling out cum onto the desk for a second time that day as he felt you pull out, your warm seed seeping out of his twitching, wrecked hole, the sight divine to behold.
he heard the shuffling of clothes, too exhausted to check as he laid with his head against the desk, drool spilling onto the table and an absolutely fucked-out expression on his face, eyes drooping as he breathed heavily, his tired body aching a little.
“well then,” you said, tying your tie around your neck neatly and fixing your hair, giving makima a small peck against the lips, “i’ll be off. see you, sweetheart,” you said to makima, not even looking at aki as you and makima both headed towards the door.
“w-w...” his voice came out slurred as he lifted his tired head to look at you, voice slightly confused and exhausted, “w-where... going...leaving..?” he managed to get out, and to his own surprise, he was talking to you, not makima.
“yes?” you raised an eyebrow, “i have work. why?”
your voice was completely devoid of the sweet tone you’d been using with him while.. well, you know, and it was once again that unbothered, casual tone that you had always used with him prior to this occasion.
aki swallowed harshly, looking back down as he pushed his tired body up from the desk, tiredly grabbing at his clothes as he began to get dressed, “n-nothing, uh... g-good afternoon, then...” he muttered, not meeting your eyes as you shrugged, exiting the room with makima leaving him alone to get dressed fully.
of course, he thought. you were only being nice to him for the purpose of fulfilling your desires, he was foolish to think something would change between the two of you once you got what you needed.
it was stupid, really. why did he care so much, anyway? it was makima he took a fancy to, and he had long accepted the fact that he couldn’t have her ages ago. so what was this strange tightening feeling of... abandonment... spreading across his chest now...?
shaking the thoughts away, aki shuddered in disgust at himself as he wiped his sweating forehead, fixing his suit in the mirror as he turned around, ready to leave when he noticed the desk with papers lying everywhere askew, a mix of all three of your juices coating the surface as he threw his head back and groaned.
it certainly was going to be hard to show his face at work for a while, now.
‘Boy, scurry off!’ Petunia growled at Harry; afraid he would do something to the person who was at the door.
Harry hid inside his old broom cupboard.
Even after spending two whole years at Hogwarts, and about to start his third, the Dursleys never let him come and see whoever was at their door.
It’s not like I’d stun them, Harry gloomily thought. I’ve got better things to do.
In truth, he really hadn’t.
Which is why he peeked through the small crack in the door to see who was there.
Petunia opened the door.
‘Er, yes?’ Harry heard her say.
‘Mrs. Dursley, good afternoon!’ a voice spoke.
The voice was gentle and sweet, a great variation from the Dursleys’ harsh, barking tones towards Harry.
It was the voice of a girl; one he did not know.
‘How may I help you dear?’ Petunia smiled.
‘Er, well, Dudley took my maths book yesterday, and I-I have a test coming up day after, so could you please ask him to lend it back?’ the voice asked.
‘Of course.’ Petunia smiled. ‘Come in, dear.’
That was when Harry finally saw the owner of the calming voice.
It was you.
Looking ever so beautiful and elegant with a halo of politeness surrounding you.
Petunia went upstairs to retrieve your book.
He did not know why exactly, but Harry felt like he had to talk to you.
He had to.
And if he didn’t, then the chance would be lost forever.
He walked out of the cupboard.
‘Oh!’ you exclaimed in surprise.
‘Er, sorry.’ He muttered, feeling foolish.
‘No, no… quite alright… I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N. you are?’ you asked, holding out your hand.
‘Harry. Harry Potter.’ He said, shaking your hand.
You frowned slightly. ‘Potter… I’ve heard that before… you’re Dudley’s cousin, aren’t you?’ you asked.
‘Er, yeah.’ Harry awkwardly said.
For a moment, a small flash of fear took over your face, but you tried your best to hide it.
Harry noticed it anyway.
He felt anger bubbling up inside him.
‘I don’t go to St. Brutus’ if that’s what’s scaring you.’ He said with more venom than intended.
You looked positively nonplussed. ‘Oh? Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry. It’s just that… Dudley says such awful things about you… I’d started thinking you were a mad hooligan!’
‘Dudley says a lot of things that aren’t true. For instance, he beat up a toddler and told me he’d won a boxing match.’ Harry shook his head.
You giggled slightly.
‘So… you’re his friend, then?’ Harry asked.
You looked down. ‘Uhm… well, no. I’m afraid he’s not very nice to me. I don’t think he likes me much.’
Harry felt yet another wish to strangle his cousin.
‘Why’d you lend him your book, then?’ he asked in confusion.
You sighed. ‘I didn’t. He took it from me when we were out during recess.’
‘Prat.’ Harry muttered.
When they heard Petunia’s footsteps, Harry jumped back inside the broom cupboard.
She was wiping fake tears, mumbling.
‘Diddykins, always such a gentleman. Asking for a girl’s book so politely.’ She mumbled.
You had to look away in order to roll your eyes.
————-
Needless to say, you and Harry became friends since that day.
The Dursleys would always kick him out, and this used to annoy him, but now he had somewhere to go, so he used to leave without a word.
You two would meet up in the nearby playground and do one of the things Harry considered a big privilege.
You’d talk.
Nothing in particular, you’d sit on the swings and just talk.
Harry deeply wished he could tell you about Hogwarts, how Voldemort was a huge threat to his existence, but what would you think?
You’d call him mad.
You still followed the same routine.
You’d talk, everyday you’d talk and talk and one day he would leave, leave you behind, lonely.
Things however, changed quick after that.
He had just gotten home from third year, and was spending the summer there.
You had met up as usual, and he’d excitedly told you how his best friend, Ron Weasley, had invited him to stay over that Sunday for the rest of the vacation.
‘Oh… you’re leaving so soon?’ you had asked, and Harry thought he had heard the slightest bit of sadness in your voice, but that couldn’t be.
You wouldn’t be sad if he left, he wasn’t even on your priority list.
Which is what he thought.
To you, Harry was that cute boy whom you could consider one of your closest (and only) friends.
So, upon hearing that piece of news, you were jealous of this Weasley person.
No, that wouldn’t be right. You thought. He’s been at that school for three years; you’ve just met him. Why would he want to stay because of you?
You had been lonely that summer, and when Harry came back, it was unusual.
When he came back from his fourth year, he was a mess.
He’d jump at the slightest things, like a cat or a stray dog, and would hyperventilate a lot.
One day, he’d had a particularly bad panic attack.
You were on your swings, as usual, when Harry started rolling around on the floor, clutching his head.
You had gotten used to this, so you crouched next to him.
‘Ssh, Harry, breathe.’ You’d soothingly whisper. ‘Focus on your breathing, take deep breaths. Yes, that’s better, isn’t it?’
Harry was more grateful to you than he could have been.
Despite you not knowing the reason his scar hurt, you didn’t poke in further.
You left it at that and helped him whenever he needed help the most.
Your heart sank when Dudley’s gang came marching.
You hurriedly propped Harry up on the swing, before sitting down yourself.
‘Come on a date with a girlfriend, have you?’ Dudley sneered at Harry, his mates laughing loudly.
Yet another surge of anger passed through Harry’s body. ‘Beat up another ten year old, Dudley?’
‘This one deserved it.’ Dudley nonchalantly replied.
‘Five against one… that’s nice.’ Harry snapped.
Dudley’s lips curled over his teeth in a snarl. ‘At least I’m not afraid of my pillow! Don’t think I don’t hear you moaning in your sleep!’
A muscle was jumping in Harry’s jaw.
‘Leave it.’ You whispered.
‘Oh, don’t kill Cedric!’ Dudley mocked. ‘Who is Cedric, your boyfriend?’
More laughter issued as you held onto Harry tighter.
‘Mum, he’s gonna kill him!’ Dudley went on. ‘Where is your mum? Where is your mum, Potter? Is she dead? Is she dead?!’
You had released Harry; however, it was not him who went up to Dudley.
‘Pathetic!’ you snarled in his face. ‘What do you think you’re playing at, joking about his mother’s death? Absolutely pathetic!’
Dudley had given you a half smile, gesturing to his friend.
One of the boys held you and slammed you against the roundabout, making you hit your head as you groaned.
Harry jumped up and pointed his wand right at Dudley.
It was at that moment, that the skies darkened, as if a storm was ahead.
In mid-summer.
You and Harry walked home, Dudley following behind.
Suddenly, you felt cold.
Not because of the lack of warmth, but because it became really, really cold.
You heard a scream as your vision darkened.
Harry choked for air as a Dementor held him in place, desperately searching for his wand.
He saw you collapse to the floor, panting heavily.
With great effort, Harry grabbed his wand and managed to croak out.
‘EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!’
A silver stag rose out of Harry’s wand tip and fought off the Dementor holding him in place, before heading to you.
The Dementor instantly dropped you, almost scowling, which it would have done if it had no face, and glided out of the alleyway.
Dudley looked sick, but Harry didn’t care.
He rushed to your side immediately.
‘Oh my god, oh my god, cloaks.’ You whispered. ‘Cold air, c-cloaks, I saw my father die… all o-over a-again and i-it was so c-cold, all over…’
Harry shushed you, smiling understandingly at your rambling, disgusted at whoever sent those stupid Dementors to harm somebody as innocent as you.
—————
‘So… he’s a wizard.’ You clarified, looking at the batty woman whose living room you were sprawled across.
‘And a ruddy good one at that, I mean, a corporeal Patronus at his age-’ she said.
‘Mrs. Figg.’ You interrupted. ‘He’s… he’s going to come back next summer, isn’t he?’
‘Of course, dear, whyever not?’ she looked at you as though you’d gone mad.
‘Those things… Dementors, as you said… were they trying to harm Harry?’ you tentatively asked.
‘Yes dear, sadly, yes.’ Mrs. Figg distractedly muttered. ‘Mundungus Fletcher, when I get my hands on that little squat again, I swear!’
You were trembling.
Something was after Harry, something terrible.
And you were in no power to help him.
—————-
‘Is something the matter?’ you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face.
‘Have you ever tried macaroons; I reckon they’re brilliant.’ Harry mumbled, ignoring you.
You rolled your eyes. ‘Harry.’
Sighing, Harry looked at you. ‘Hm?’
‘What’s wrong?’ you repeated.
‘Nothing.’
Lies.
‘Harry, something is very much wrong, and you know it.’ You disapprovingly said. ‘What is it?’
Harry sighed. ‘Its just… he’s growing stronger, you know. I… I fear there might be a day where I go to Hogwarts and never come back.’
Your heart sank into your stomach.
‘Its… cmon, Harry.’ You spoke. ‘We can’t… if you think like that, then, you’re not going to fight very well, are you? I’ll have you know, I am always here for you, and I have absolutely no intentions of letting whoever kills you live in peace.’
Harry chuckled at your scathing threats.
‘I’m gonna miss you, Y/N/N.’ Harry mumbled, intertwining your fingers with his.
You sighed. ‘I’ll miss you too Harry.’
More than you can imagine.
—————–
‘Harry Potter, open this door!’ you screamed, banging furiously, not caring it was raining and you were sopping wet.
‘Harry, I swear, I WILL BREAK THIS DOOR!’ you yelled, ripping your throat raw.
The door hesitantly opened, as a certain boy stood before you.
Choking an enormous sob, you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.
Sobbing into his shoulder, you melted into his touch.
‘Ssh Y/N, ssh.’ He mumbled soothingly.
‘Harry Potter.’ You croaked. ‘You had best returned from this war ALIVE.’
‘I’ll try Y/N/N.’ Harry whispered. ‘I’ll try.’
Your sobs were growing uncontrollable, and Harry did the only thing he could think of to shut you up.
He kissed you.
Slowly and carefully, his lips took in your own, as you melted into the kiss.
Not caring about the salty tears you could taste, you gently stroked his cheek.
When you pulled apart, you sniffed. ‘Good luck, Harry.
—————-
The rain beat down on your house heavily, as you sat near your window.
Something was wrong, you could sense it.
He’s alive… God, no, he’s alive, please.
Each thought, each dream, showed you endless ways Harry would be dying.
You hated it.
After many days of crying, a knock on your door made you jump.
‘Y/N!’
That voice.
That amazing voice.
Trembling, you opened the door, seeing a messy haired Harry standing there, tears painting his face.
‘My God.’ You gasped. ‘You’re alive. Oh, Harry!’
After yet-another hug, Harry came inside.
‘I reckon I should’ve made this more special.’ He said seriously. ‘But I can not wait any longer.’
You watched, confused, as Harry took your hands.
‘Y/N L/N, the moment you came into my life, I have felt nothing but pure happiness. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?’
I’m having my final exams and I told one of my male friends I was thinking of getting my hair cut really short after the exams because I wanna try short hair since I’ve had really long hair for the longest time and it’s hard to maintain
this mf straight up told me he’d stop being friends with me because he wouldn’t want to be seen with me in short hair cause that would make me look like a ‘cartoon’ in his words.
“They’re resting, Jaeger, give it up or I’m reporting you for terrorizing the patients,” Hange warned.
“I know, Hange-san, I just want to know if they’re okay,” Eren desperately told the Scout who sighed slightly.
“You know what? Fine,” they said, “Break a leg. You’ve got ten minutes, but don’t expect much of a response from them right now – they’re not in the right state of mind.”
“What do you mean?” the brunette asked, concern taking over his eyes.
“I’ve given them a bit of anesthesia to make this nasty ordeal a little less painful,” Hange explained, “They’re not the most... bright at the moment. You’re welcome to try, anyway.” They threw open the door, “Ten minutes, only!"
"Thank you,” Eren gratefully said before walking into the room. To his surprise, you were awake in the bed and looking quite unconcerned as you sipped on a glass of water.
“Hey, baby,” your boyfriend said softly, sitting down on the chair beside your bed, “How’re you feeling?”
“Ew,” you scrunched up your nose, “ ‘Baby’?”
“Huh?” Eren asked, confused, “ ‘Ew’? You usually like it when I call you that –“
“Yeah, no offense Mr. Random Dude?” you asked, making him blink, “But who are you?”
“What?”
“Hange-san!” you yelled at the door, “This weirdo is bothering m –“
“SHH, SHH, THEY’LL KICK ME OUT!” he whisper-shouted, covering your mouth slightly. Your eyes widened as you whimpered in fear slightly.
Surprised, Eren retracted his hand from you as you looked at him with wide, fearful eyes.
He would’ve been extremely concerned for your mental state had he not remembered the anesthesia Hange had mentioned. Eren was not exactly familiar with medical equipment and formulas, so it was safe to say he only had a slight idea of what you had been injected with. He genuinely didn’t expect it to be this bad.
“Is... is that right?” he awkwardly said.
“Yeah!” you said defiantly, “He’s big and strong, and he’ll beat your ass!”
Eren had to work hard to swallow the snort bubbling up in his throat.
“I’m sorry to break it to you?” he said, “But I’m your boyfriend.”
“HUH?” you gasped, “No way! You’re not Eren, he’s gorgeous! You’re ugly!”
And it was safe to say that you had left Eren Jaeger gaping soundlessly at you, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish as you watched, satisfied at his struggle.
He would never have let you live this down, by the way.
ARMIN ARLERT
GIF by nanami-s-wife
“Anesthesia?” Armin asked worriedly, “Was the damage that bad?”
“Not exactly,” Hange informed, “But the blade that pierced their shoulder was quite a painful task to remove, which is why I thought to stay on the safer side.”
“Right,” the blonde said uncertainly, “Um... would it be okay for me to...?”
“Be my guest,” Hange shrugged, “Though I’m afraid they’re not exactly snapped out of the effect yet.”
“I understand.” Armin spoke, “But I would like to see them, please...”
“Alright,” they agreed, opening the door and indicating him to go inside, “Don’t be too long.”
“Thanks a lot, Hange-san,” he appreciatively said, then proceeded into the room.
“(Y/N)?” he asked uncertainly as your eyes shifted to rest on him as he walked forward to take a seat near you.
“Oh, hi,” you said brightly, “Are you a nurse here?”
“Er, no,” he said.
“Oh,” you frowned, “Who are you?”
“My name’s Armin,” he said patiently, knowing it would be a while before you could fully process everything happening around you, “Armin Arlert. I’m one of the Scouts.”
“Nice!” you said appreciatively, “Those guys are so cool! I swear, I knew an Armin once...”
“Did you?” he asked in amusement, “I knew a (Y/N) once, too.”
“Whoa, really?” your eyes sparkled, “That is so cool! Are you from a different dimension or something?”
“Nope,” the blonde tried to control his laughter, “I’m right here.”
You stared at him.
“Er – (Y/N)?” he asked, “What –“
“You’re so pretty,” you whispered in awe, “I love your eyes...”
“Oh,” his voice rose an octave as he blushed to the roots of his hair. “Oh, uh – t-thanks... y-you have nice e-eyes t-too...”
“You’re really pretty,” you sighed, “I wish I – wait – oh no –“ visible pain crossed your features, concerning him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I... I have a boyfriend!” you said sadly, “I’m so sorry – you’re pretty, but he’s... he’s prettier. I can’t betray him, he does so much for me – he cares about me and... stuff...”
“Really?” Armin asked shyly, “That’s... nice.”
“He is,” you nodded furiously, “He never lets me feel sad or lonely... but I feel kinda bad, you know?”
“Oh?” his interest was piqued, “Why so?”
“Because... I don’t... care for him as much as I should,” you sniffled, “He... he thinks he’s weak. Sometimes... he feels bad about himself and that makes me feel bad too! But it’s not true at all, he’s the strongest person I’ve ever met... he has such a good heart... but I don’t know how to tell him all this, y’know?”
“Well...” he was aware his face was burning, “How about you just... tell him? I’m sure he’d be happy to hear all... all you just said. He loves you a lot, you know.”
“I know,” you sighed, “I love him too... I do...” you yawned slightly, “I... want to... make him happy...” your eyelids drooped closed as tiny snores began spilling from you causing the blonde to chuckle as he pushed your hair away from your face, pressing a slight kiss to your forehead.
“You make him happier than you could even imagine,” he murmured quietly, raising your blanket to drape it over you properly before walking towards the door, resting his hand on it before looking back at your sleeping form.
“Rest well, my love.”
LEVI ACKERMAN
GIF by animeaesthtic
“You need to get in there, right NOW.” A frazzled Hange was standing in front of the corporal, looking slightly deranged. “I cannot deal with them any longer, it needs to be you.”
“Quit your whining,” Levi rolled his eyes, “Leave them to me, I’ll take care of it,” he snatched up a few flowers from the vase in his office before heading towards the infirmary.
When he’d opened the door and peered inside, you were sitting upright in your bed, staring at the wall.
Quietly, he placed the flowers inside the empty vase at your bedside before pulling up a chair and sitting in it.
“Feeling better?”
“Nope,” you said cheerfully, “I feel like I’m going to die. For starters, where am I? Secondly, who are you? Thirdly, I hope you kidnappers know I have a boyfriend who will break me out of this place and kick all of your asses!”
“Will he now,” slight amusement flashed in his eyes, “Sorry to burst your bubble but you’re staying here, sweetheart.”
“Hey!” you pouted, “Only he gets to call me that! Wait till I tell him you’ve been flirting with me!"
“What is he going to do?” Levi asked, sniggering quietly.
“He’s going to kick your ass,” you said proudly, “He’s strong, he’s killed many Titans too! He’s – well – I mean sure he’s a little short, but he can still take you down!”
Levi did not know whether to be offended or amused. If anyone else had said this to him, he would’ve made them scrub his entire office clean, anesthesia or not.
“Your boyfriend isn’t short.”
“Oh yeah he is,” you sniggered to yourself, “I’m an inch or two taller than him y’know? It’s hilarious.”
“Is it,” he sourly said.
“Still, though,” you began, “He’s short, but he makes up for it in other plac –“
“It’s time to have your medicine, yeah?” Levi tried controlling the laughter welling up inside him, grabbing the bottle on your bedside and offering it to you.
“That’s why I’m making you keep watch,” Jean shrugged and opened the door to your infirmary ward before sneaking in, shutting it behind him.
“Morning, babe,” he said cheerfully, “Feel better?” he moved towards you to peck your lips slightly but was stopped with a loud, ‘OOF!’ as you shoved him away from you, making him wince.
You really needed to stop training so hard.
“Whoa, whoa!” you said, holding a defensive stance, “Who the hell are you? And what gives you the right to do that?”
“I wasn’t supposed to?” he asked, rubbing his jaw feverishly where you’d socked him, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I couldn’t shower a person as beautiful as you with affection!”
“Hey, back up pretty boy,” you challenged, “I’m taken. By someone much better than you too!”
“The hell is going on?” he muttered, “Did you hit your head or something?”
“Did you?” you asked, “What makes you think you can score someone as amazing as me? You don’t stand anywhere near my wonderful boyfriend.”
It was at that moment that Jean had spotted a syringe and the bottle of anesthesia on your bedside, as comprehension dawned on him.
But instead of toning it down a bit, he allowed his face to morph into a broad smirk as he took a seat next to you.
“Really?” he said, letting out a low whistle, “Tell me more about this boyfriend of yours.”
“I will,” you defiantly informed, “He’s big, tall, strong and handsome! He gives the best hugs, too! He’s way better than you!”
“Mhmm,” his smirk widened, “Sure. And?”
“He’s the greatest person I’ve ever met,” you said, “But...” you swallowed.
“But what?”
“Well,” you sighed, “He’s an idiot.”
“EXCUSE M –“ he had to stop himself halfway, retreating into his chair, extremely offended.
“Yeah, he is!” you pouted, “He’s so stupid, and reckless, always getting himself thrown into dangerous situations – did you know I had to push him out of the way of a hungry Titan during our last mission!?”
“I beg to differ,” he coughed, “I think he saved you from being eaten by a Titan.”
“Did he?” you asked, “I have no idea, honestly, I can’t seem to remember anything right now... have you seen him?”
“Seen who?”
“Jean, of course!” you exclaimed, “I want to see him, I want to see if he’s – okay – oh no –“ your eyes suddenly filled with tears.
“Whoa, whoa are you crying?” Jean panicked, trying to console you, “What happened?”
“He did survive the expedition, right?” you asked in fear, “What am I going to do if he’s gone!? Oh no –“
You began to bawl freely as Jean facepalmed slightly. You were clearly out of your mind.
“Listen, how about we –“
“KIRSTEIN, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SEEING (Y/N) AT THE MOMENT?"
"Oh shit," Jean muttered as the door was thrown open, a fuming Hange standing in it’s wake, Conny sheepishly mouthing a ‘Sorry!’ from behind her.
“Hange-san, hey!” Jean awkwardly began, “I was j –“
“Did you upset my patient?” Hange dangerously asked, eyes flashing as they looked at your weeping state.
“Well, no, I didn’t exactl –“
“OUT, NOW!”
“Yes, commander,” he squeaked before bolting out of his seat and towards the door.
The Scouts’ expeditions had never been fun for you as you continually struggled to wrap your head around the fact that you lost more and more comrades each and every single fight owing to the gigantic babies who were hungry for human flesh eating them.
You’d initially been scared that your boyfriend, Levi, would meet the same fate in battle but your doubts had been shoved away through seeing him in action – you knew he’d be just about fine without your help.
Your other comrades, however, not so much.
You weren’t planning on losing any more friends anytime soon, which is why when you spotted Hange, who was distracted, not notice the titan that had silently crept up behind them and was looming over them menacingly, you knew you had to take action.
“HANGE!” you’d screamed, abandoning all pretence as you rushed to save your friend, the maneuver gear taking you far enough to help with the situation at hand.
Fighting would be no good, you were tired beyond your wits and your muscles ached as they were more likely to split with just the use of your blade but you had to save them.
You’d rushed in headfirst, finally capturing the bespectacled’s attention as you shoved them out of the way with full force.
The Titan, an abnormal, had been indignant, but wasn’t complaining at the new snack it had acquired as it lunged for you.
You squeezed your eyes shut, accepting your fate as the thing opened it’s mouth wide. The nails of the gigantic beast were digging into the skin of your facial structure and you were quite sure your skull would break apart sooner or later as your vision began to get cloudy.
“(Y/N)!” the familiar cry of your lover was the last thing you heard before you blacked out completely.
***
When you’d opened your eyes, you were lying in an unfamiliar bed which you soon realized to be the infirmary. Inhaling sharply, you pushed yourself upright, wincing slightly as the sudden movement pronounced the pain in your broken ribs.
An itch formed on your face as your hand rose to take care of it, freezing as your fingertips met instead of skin, gauze. Your face had been patched up probably after the Titan’s hands had nearly crushed it.
Your head was splitting and you suddenly felt the need to get out of bed, knowing your lover must be nearby as you hoped with all your heart he’d survived the expedition.
“Oh, you’re awake,” it was Hange’s mild statement as they kicked a chair beside your bed and sat in it, “I thought you weren’t going to. You gave us all a big scare back there!”
“L...” you slurred tiredly, “L-Levi... where.... h-how.... I w-want –“
“He’s fine honey, he’s fine,” they soothed, “More importantly – are you fine?”
“N-need to see L-Levi,” you struggled to string words together as your panic and worry took over you. “C-can I – p-please –“
Hange sighed.
“Well there’s not much damage besides a few broken ribs and your bleeding face,” they mused, “I’ll say you’re good to go if you really want to... here, let me get that,” they added, reaching towards the soaked bandage on your face and unravelling it.
“You can go – should I help you up?”
“M’fine...” you murmured, pushing off the blankets and standing up, trying not to wince as you began walking – or staggering, rather.
Hange seemed to notice you were in no clear position to walk, so they ignored your persistence and led you through the hallways as you limped with their support.
Just as you had reached the corporal’s office, they let you go gently.
“He’s pretty beat up,” they whispered, “Worried sick about you... I’ll go, then.” They added, moving away and resuming their path across the hall leaving you standing there.
You raised a shaking fist to knock at the door.
“State your name and business.”
His voice sounded so tired and laced with stress it broke your heart as you struggled to find words.
“I... uh... it’s (Y/N)... I wanted to –“
You didn’t have to finish your sentence as the sounds of footsteps thudded heavily and the door was thrown open. Your eyes met those of your boyfriend, which were lidded with fatigue yet held a look of immense relief in them.
Taking in a shaky breath, Levi opened his mouth yet no words came out, leading to him throwing himself upon you and holding you close and tight to him.
“You... idiot...” he said through gritted teeth as your clutch on him hardened, “If you ever do that again, brat, you won’t need a Titan to kill you – I’ll do it myself.”
You let out a tiny, watery laugh. Even though you couldn’t see his face you knew he was smiling. Sighing contentedly, you pulled away to get a proper look at him. You frowned.
Levi’s eyes held the slightest amount of surprise as they fixed upon your face, eyebrows knitting together in a shrewd manner as his mouth parted slightly in surprise. This expression, however, was gone before it arrived, replaced with a tight smile.
You were, however, no idiot, and you hadn’t missed his shock upon looking at your face which made you wonder if there was something wrong with it.
Suddenly, your heart flipped over as you remembered the bandage Hange had removed from your face. Shakily, you raised your hand to your temple and gasped as your fingers made contact with the jagged, rough, and unfamiliar skin.
Snatching your fingers away, you quickly walked past Levi towards the mirror situated in a corner in his office – you stopped before it.
Your eyes grew wide with horror as you took yourself in. There was, as you’d expected, a big, stitched-up scar running along the length of your right cheek and stopping just before it reached your jaw.
You felt a sickening feeling in your stomach as you regarded the monstrous reflection, retreating a few steps back and staggering slightly.
“Hey,” your boyfriend barked, moving swiftly across the room in time to catch you in his arms, “You’re okay, it’s okay –“
“No it’s not, Levi, how could it be okay!?” you asked, raising your voice as it shook with fear, “I – I’m hideous! Look at me! I –“
You struggled to find words as tears began to well in your eyes, revulsion and disgust along with self-loathe creeping into your nerves as you buried your face in your palms, clutching at your hair slightly in frustration. A nasty silence ensued.
“Look at me,” Levi’s commanding tone made you shudder.
Seeing you uncooperative, a pair of slender fingers hooked beneath your chin and pushed your face upwards to clearly look at your lover.
His face was inscrutable but his eyes held pain at the sight of you being so appalled, so disgusted, with a creature as ethereal as yourself.
“You think,” he began, “That some stupid scar makes you ugly? You really think that some filthy Titan’s mark can in any way make you disgusting in my eyes?”
You didn’t answer, choosing instead to avert your gaze slightly. You heard him sigh, removing your hands from your face and cradling it in his own.
“You’re...” he mumbled, pressing a small peck to your forehead, “The most gorgeous human being I’ve ever met.”
“Don’t you ever think,” he kissed your temple, “That I will ever find you,” he pecked your lips, “Ugly. You’re a scout. Wear that scar proudly.”
“But the others,” you said in a hushed voice but were immediately silenced by his words.
“Who gives a damn what the others think?” he demanded, “If anyone dares to bother you about this, tell me and I’ll blow those brats’ asses all the way to hell myself.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at this.
“If you ever dare to think about yourself in that way,” his eyes flashed dangerously, “Well, sucks for you because I’m going to prove you wrong so hard you won’t be walking for weeks as a reminder.”
You snorted at that slightly, “Sure. Well... I should get back to Hange before they break down the door and drag me to the infirmary again.”
“No need,” he spoke, hooking an arm around you comfortably, “I’ll take you there myself, come on.”
You complied, leaning on him slightly as you allowed yourself to be led to the door.
“Oh, and babe?” he said causing you to hum in response.
“That scar makes you look badass-ly hot. I personally like you better this way. It’s proof that I have a strong s/o.”
“Oh, please,” you huffed slightly yet hid a smile nonetheless, burying your face into your boyfriend’s neck and enjoying his warmth.
This man has walked down the dreadful path of self-loathing before and to be honest, he hasn’t completely deviated from it at present either
So when he finds his s/o hesitating to get intimate with him and crying to themselves when they think he isn’t watching, he knows exactly what’s wrong
And let me tell you that Dazai is N O T having it
He will instantly go into defensive boyfriend mode and scold his s/o for even thinking about feeling insecure about themselves
He’ll immediately begin listing every single thing that he loves about his s/o from head to toe, scolding them ever so slightly about insulting themselves because nobody, he repeats, nobody is allowed to talk shit about his wonderful s/o in front of him, which includes his s/o themselves as well
“You don’t need to hide from me, belladonna,” he’d murmur quietly into their ear, “You’re absolutely beautiful. Let me see that gorgeous self of yours.”
And if they still wouldn’t accept his words, he would waste no time in pinning them to the bed gently and showing them just how much it was he loved them
RANPO EDOGAWA
GIF by bsdlovinghours
For one of the best detectives on the planet, Ranpo is actually quite an idiot when it comes to his s/o being down in the dumps
Whenever his s/o chickened out of being intimate with him and refused to wear revealing clothes/ take off their makeup he didn’t think too much of it, arriving to the conclusion that they weren’t in that comfortable stage in their relationship just yet
So the one day when his s/o had gathered enough courage to confess their concerns about their appearance, he was shocked to the very core
Partly because he couldn’t believe he hadn’t figured it out sooner, and mostly because he couldn’t believe how someone like his s/o would ever feel insecure about their appearance
“What?” he’d blinked rapidly after they had voiced their concern. “You’re insecure?”
After they had bashfully affirmed his statement, he’d only gotten further confused
“But about what?” he’d asked in exasperation, “What is there to be insecure about? There’s nothing wrong with you!”
Soon realized that demanding of his s/o the reason for their insecurity was definitely not making them feel better, he’d resorted to a (in his opinion) a slightly more effective method, which was reassurance
He would turn into one clingy brat of a man, constantly hugging his s/o and telling them over and over how amazing they were, inside and out
If they’re lucky, he might even share his stash of sweets with them when they’re feeling particularly down about themselves one day ;)
NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI
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Protect this poor babie at all costs because he will probably be more crushed than his s/o when he finds out that they’re insecure about their appearance
Atsushi is genuinely upset at how someone as amazing as his s/o can ever be insecure about themselves
Still, he’s had his fair share of insecurities in life as well, so while he’s slightly incredulous as to why his s/o feels that way, he also sort of understands their pain
Will immediately freeze and drop whatever he’s doing when they finally decide to tell him about their problem, and will turn around to face them with genuine hurt splashed across his features
Because aside from being his wonderful s/o, they’re also genuinely the most beautiful person he’s ever met in his life and it pains him to see that they feel insecure about their appearance
Will not hesitate to come right out and tell them that their opinion of themselves is nonsense, and will reassure them every single day about how amazing and beautiful they are
“I’ve already said it a hundred times, and I’ll say it a hundred times more. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
AKUTAGAWA RYUNOSUKE
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Shy boi alert
Shy, but also perceptive
Will know in an instant that their s/o is insecure about their appearance and will secretly wonder how in the world someone as beautiful as them could ever feel that way
He isn’t all that big on affection simply because he isn’t used to it, and he will mostly never initiate things so shieing away from intimacy won’t be a problem for his s/o
He will, however, decide that he needs to do something about this when they’ve gotten deeper into their relationship and his s/o is still not so sure about themselves
Though he is still too shy to actually say something, he will most definitely show them through his actions that he doesn’t think in the least that their appearance is strange or unattractive
“You’re showering with me,” he’d randomly mumble and pull them into the bathroom alongside him before they have a chance to retaliate
If it really does come to that, he will most definitely verbally tell his s/o that he thinks they are beautiful
“Please don’t ever feel insecure about yourself, love... you’re amazing just the way you are.”
CHUUYA NAKAHARA
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This man? He probably figures it out a week into their relationship
And he is M A D
Like, genuinely angry how someone can feel insecure about themselves when they’re so unbelievably gorgeous
When his s/o first goes out of their way to tell him the problem, he thinks someone said something to them to make them feel this way and offers to murder them for his s/o (which they politely decline)
When they assure him it’s nobody’s fault but theirs, he is genuinely pissed off at the fact that they have such a poor opinion of themselves
It had taken him quite a while to grow out of his insecurity concerning his height, but look where he was today – a dangerous member of the Port Mafia who could scare away people ten times taller than him
He knew how it felt to be unsure of your own appearance, so he took care to swallow his irritation and resort to calmly assuring their s/o there was nothing wrong with them
“Insecure? Don’t be ridiculous, there’s nothing wrong with you. I love you and everything about you, you idiot.”
KENJI MIYAZAWA
Forgive this little bean but he probably laughed at his s/o when they told him they were insecure
No, because he seriously thought they were joking
When they looked at him with incredulity and hurt pooling in their eyes, he realized they were being serious
Honestly wanted to laugh again because he found it ridiculous how they could feel that way
He holds it in tho dw
This boi would be pretty confused because he actually asked them out because he thought they were rather attractive, and a nice person, too
If he accidentally offends his s/o, please don’t be mad at him
Kenji often says things without thinking too much about them and they sometimes end up offending people quite badly
“Insecure?” he’d laughed slightly, “About what? If anything, I should be the one feeling insecure next to someone like you!”
Would instantly latch onto his s/o and begin peppering their face with kisses which soon elapsed into a huge tickle fight
When they’d both collapsed on the bed, tired of laughing, he’d called them an idiot for thinking their appearance wasn’t attractive
I feel like pre-Kira Light would actually be a super sweet and caring boyfriend
If his s/o is shy they can be assured he’s going to leave absolutely no chance to tease them about it
He finds it absolutely adorable how shy they are, and would probably tease them about it even before they got together
If someone, however, made fun of his s/o’s shyness (other than him ofc) man would be ready to throw hands
But of course, he doesn’t, instead choosing to let his mouth curl into a painfully scary smile as he asks them to repeat their jab at his s/o’s shyness, which seems enough for them to stutter out an apology and run away
Though pre-Kira Light would always respect his s/o’s boundaries and never force them into anything, their shyness would awaken a slightly sadistic side to Kira-Light
He enjoyed immensely watching his s/o squirm and struggle to find words even in simple everyday occasions
Often in the bedroom, he’d play dumb and get his s/o to tell him exactly what it was they wanted, their stuttering and blushing being a huge turn on for him
“Tell me where you want me, darling,” he’d coo calmly, “Use that pretty little mouth of yours.”
L LAWLIET
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L has had his fair share of quietness and keeping to himself, so he understands if his s/o might be a little shy around people
He finds it quite cute, actually
Most people thought his s/o was arrogant and stuck up when they refused to speak in public, but L knew better than that.
He knew they just struggled a little and were shy when it came to social interactions
L is known to be extremely curious and experimental in nature, which is why it’s a guilty pleasure of his to rile his s/o up in public
When the investigation of the Kira case was underway, every single time his s/o had a report to announce verbally, L would discreetly place his hands on their waist/ thigh and watch in amusement as they stuttered and stumbled over words
He quite enjoyed watching their face grow red from the contact
Although he can be a little shit at times, L would definitely never force his s/o into anything he knew they were uncomfortable with
That doesn’t mean he won’t tease them about it, though (just a little ;))
MIHAEL KEEHL
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Will probably be a bigger tease than both Light and L put together if that’s possible
Mello thinks his s/o is the most adorable human being ever and it takes everything in him not to ‘aww’ out loud whenever they blush upon being complimented/ spoken to
This may sound odd, but Mello tries keeping them as uninvolved and out of his work as possible
The mafia is a dark place, and the world even more so and he doesn’t want to lose someone as precious as his s/o to this cruel world
Squishes their cheeks whenever they blush. I said it.
“Babe, are you okay? You look like a tomato,” he’d tease, feeling rather proud of himself for being able to make his s/o blush with his words as they’d quietly mumble for him to shut up
God forbid if anyone ever dared to make fun of their shyness in front of him
Mello can be quite terrifying when it’s required, and would most probably kill scare that person into never daring to look at his s/o ever again
MAIL JEEVAS
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Kinky little shit, his s/o’s shyness probably turns him on rather than make him laugh
Would most definitely make them sit on his lap while he played video games, his hand never leaving their thigh, moving up and down it in a teasing manner, it being extremely entertaining to watch them squirm in place
Would be extremely annoying about it and play dumb, wanting to watch his s/o struggle for words as they increasingly grew more flustered
“Is there a problem, baby?” he’d innocently ask, his hand still on his s/o’s thigh, their face extremely red and hot, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Would probably be extremely possessive of his shy s/o
Nobody can make fun of their shyness but him
Nobody can make them blush but him
His s/o better be prepared not to be able to walk for a week if they’d grown flustered at a compliment someone other than him gave them
Matt also loves to leave a T O N of hickies on his s/o’s neck/thighs/etc, watching in amusement as they freaked out and tried covering them up, disappearing behind their clothes so only their red forehead was visible
Would definitely smirk proudly at the little limp in his s/o’s walk and their horror when someone pointed it out
NATE RIVER
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His s/o’s shyness was one of the many reasons Near ever got interested in them in the first place
He would genuinely wonder how someone could get so easily flustered and could shy away from human interaction so frequently
To him, his s/o would be a big mystery – one he was determined to solve
After getting together with his s/o, Near would probably be quick to figure out the cause of their shyness and would patiently listen whenever they ranted to him about it being quite a problem that sometimes hindered their daily activities
Near would actually be quite flattered that he was the one his s/o had chosen to let go of their shyness in front of
Would quite literally freak out anyone who made fun of his s/o’s shyness by simply staring at them with bulging eyes until they left
MATSUDA TOUTA
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Matsu can be quite shy and awkward in public himself, so when he found another person sharing these feelings, he was delighted
He’s such a kind soul, honestly
Would never make fun of his s/o’s shyness, just a little playful teasing here and there which he was sure his s/o wouldn’t mind
Like Near, he would be proud that he was the one his s/o had chosen out of a large array of options and would not hesitate to show them off in front of his comrades
Would constantly shower his s/o with affection knowing they themselves were too shy to initiate it
Aizawa would probably have to yell at him to stop distracting the others during a meeting when he was busy peppering kisses along his s/o’s jaw
I'm moving these from my other blog to this one so if you've read these before it isn't copied lmao!
🖤AIZAWA SHOTA🖤
It had been a long day at work with your hero agency being doused in mountains of paperwork, you pitying your employees and cursing the goddamn villains for wreaking havoc in the city to give you this pile of papers to read through and sign.
When you had finally finished up, it wasn’t too late and you figured you could visit your boyfriend at Heights Alliance for some time since you hadn’t seen him in a while.
When Aizawa’s doorbell had rung he’d irritatedly gotten up thinking it was one of his students coming to annoy him for some reason.
Upon opening it, however, his annoyance had immediately faded away at the sight of you as he sighed in relief.
“Hey,” you’d smiled softly and engulfed him in a hug as he’d tiredly chuckled into your hair.
“Busy day?” he murmured quietly.
“You have no idea,” you sighed, “I don’t have any energy left.”
“Well that’s too bad then,” his voice had taken a slightly darker, huskier tone. “I haven’t seen you all week – you might need some energy.”
“I always have enough left for you,” you playfully winked in his direction as he laughed slightly, the sound reverberating through his chest which you were cuddled into.
“Still a smartmouth as ever,” he mumbled before gently grabbing your chin with his slender fingers and connecting your lips as you sighed in tired relief at the contact.
Your fingers tangled into his messy, dark locks as he groaned against your lips when you tugged on them slightly.
“Waited for this all week,” he muttered before pushing you up against his wall and trailing a few kisses along your neck, ready to take you into his bedroom for a night to remember when –
“Oh – OH, HOLY –“
You both jumped apart in an instant, your cheeks flushing red as you caught sight of a wide-eyed Shinso standing in the doorway, a book in his hand and a look of disgust painted on his face.
“You didn’t close the door, did you,” you sighed.
“... no.” your boyfriend gritted his teeth hard, his eyes flashing , scarf handy to cover up his burning cheeks, “That still gives you no right to barge into my house, Shinso.”
“Oh, come on!” Shinso raised his hands defensively, “I needed to return the book you lent me and the door was open, so I didn’t think too much about it! I didn’t know I’d walk into you fucking –“
“Give me that,” Aizawa snapped, snatching the textbook irritably from the teen, “And get out of my sight unless you want detention.”
“Oh come on, Shota,” you murmured amusedly, “Don’t be so hard on the poor boy.”
“You better keep quiet about this,” Aizawa’s eyes flashed dangerously as he glared at his pupil.
“Don’t worry, sensei,” Shinso muttered, “I’m trying to forget it happened myself. Um – carry on,” he added as he closed the door awkwardly, walking out of the house.
You both waited with bated breath until the sounds of footsteps died away. You took one look at your boyfriend’s crimson face and burst into laughter as he groaned, throwing his head back.
“Don’t, please,” he grumbled as you poked his flaming cheek, “That kid literally just killed the mood.”
“Not quite,” you quipped and walked forward, catching him off guard as you pinned him against the wall as a role reversal.
“Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”
💙 SHIGARAKI TOMURA 💙
“Tomura,” you whined from the bed, your face propped up onto your upturned palms.
“Hm?” Shigaraki hummed in response from beside you.
“I need affection.”
“I’m literally cuddling you.”
“More affection.” You jutted your bottom lip out slightly as your boyfriend looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. You groaned slightly, knowing this dense fuck would never catch up to your hints, choosing instead to move over to him to straddle his waist slightly.
In all honesty, he knew exactly what you wanted but playing dumb and watching you take charge of the situation was far more entertaining.
Though he would never verbally admit it, Tomura found your more assertive side extremely hot and a major turn on as he watched you with a simple clueless expression as you slowly closed the distance between you two, pressing your lips to his in a needy kiss.
He was more than happy to reciprocate, instantly placing his hands on your thighs and slowly moving them up to your hips, squeezing slightly as a tiny noise erupted from your throat, making him smirk into the kiss.
“What is it you want?” he murmured quietly against your lips. You indignantly made a noise of aggression, making him chuckle.
“Words, love. Tell me what it is you want.”
“You,” you breathed heavily, “I want you, Tomura...”
You felt him smirk again, the little tease, as he huskily whispered into your ear, “Your wish is my command.”
Just as his hands, which had slipped under your shirt, were about to lift it off of your body, the door was thrown open, making you both jump.
“Shigaraki, do you – oh, damn.”
Your eyes, wide as saucers, moved from Shigaraki’s irritated face to the door where Dabi was standing with genuine surprise painted on his features.
“Whoa,” he let out a low whistle, “Where’ve you been hiding that side of ya all this time, Crusty?”
“Is it so life threateningly important that you felt the need to interrupt my quality time with my s/o?” Tomura asked, annoyed.
“Well I guess it could wait till you guys are done fucking,” Dabi smirked slightly, leaning against the door frame, “Pretend I’m not here, carry on.”
“Get out,” Shigaraki lowly growled, “Get out, you burnt nugget!”
He rose up from the bed and went to slam the door after Dabi who walked out laughing hysterically as you hid your red face in the blanket.
“Um...” you began awkwardly, “Do you want to... cuddle? We c –“
“Oh, no,” Tomura had turned around to face you with an expression you’d never seen on him before, his eyes heavily lidded with lust.
“You get back on that bed right this instant.”
🖤 DABI 🖤
“Someone’s feisty today,” Dabi commented jokingly as you grabbed his collar roughly, a maniacal glint in your eye.
“I’m seeing you for the first time in weeks because of that stupid mission of yours,” you said lowly, “I don’t care if we’re at a villain base, I’m having you all to myself at last.”
“I’m yours,” he drawled huskily as you furiously slammed your lips onto him, not planning on letting him go for quite some time now.
“Damn, what’s gotten into you today?” Dabi chuckled slightly as you took your jacket off, tugging at his shirt desperately as he swiftly moved it off of him in one quick motion before you latched yourself onto him once again.
“I’m,” you mumbled between kisses, “Showing – my – stupid boyfriend – just how much – I missed him.”
You were about to attach your lips to his neck when the door threw itself open and both of your heads turned to look.
Shigaraki was standing in the doorway, a blank look upon his face as he looked the both of you up and down in the rather compromising position, you straddling Dabi’s waist and his hands running up and down your sides.
“Did you need something?” you asked irritably.
“No,” Shigaraki responded simply yet coldly.
Dabi pulled back from you and tilted his head back, face forming slowly into a lazy smirk, “You’re more than welcome to join, Crusty.”
That had earned him getting the door slammed loudly as Shigaraki’s bored voice issued from outside, “Shut up, you horny little shits.”
“The nerve,” you furiously said as your boyfriend threw his head back, laughing, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing, just the big fat blush on Crusty’s face he probably thought we couldn’t see,” Dabi smirked as an angry voice sounded from outside, “I WASN’T BLUSHING!”
“Perv, what are you till doing out there?” you yelled.
“If you want some free eighteen plus asmr, you can just come sit here and watch,” Dabi yelled coyly.
“SHUT UP YOU CHEAP PIECE OF BARBECUE, I’M LEAVING!”
🩸 TOGA HIMIKO 🩸
“Baby stop, that tickles,” Toga squealed as you nuzzled your face into her neck, making her giggle loudly as you slowly peppered her throat with kisses.
“I missed you,” you sighed slightly, moving up to reconnect your lips, cupping her cheeks slightly.
“I know baby, I missed you too but slow down,” Toga laughed against your lips.
“I’ve waited too long,” you mumbled and flipped her around, moving on top of her and pinning her to the bed as she smirked up at you.
“Is that so?” Her eyes sparkled and her stomach tingled with excitement as you pressed your bodies closer together, hungrily attacking her lips in a ravishing kiss before trailing your lips lightly along her jaw as adorable, tiny noises escaped her throat.
“Toga-chan, how do you say we – OH, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!” both of you jumped apart to be faced with a frantic-looking Twice, who’s mask couldn’t even cover up the massive blush that was slowly spreading across his face.
“Did you not lock the door?” you groaned.
“... Oops?” Toga said, then sighed.
“You ruined the moment, Twice!” she whined at the masked man who began stuttering out apologies, slowly backing out of the room and thankfully closing the door behind him as he did so.
“Don’t these idiots know the term ‘privacy’,” Toga muttered and you smirked teasingly down at her.
“You were the one who left the door open, darling,” you teased, “Were you perhaps hoping someone would walk in?”
“What?” your girlfriend exclaimed, “I mean – whatever, but Twice? No thank you!”
“Regardless,” you reattached your lips to her jaw, “We have unfinished business to attend to.”
🦅 HAWKS 🦅
“Keigo,” you murmured, trailing your fingers along the collar of your boyfriend’s jacket, “Keigo!”
“Yes, love?” Keigo asked distractedly, not looking up from the report he was writing.
You sighed.
“All you’ve been doing lately is work,” you said sadly, “I mean, I know you’re busy with the internship and everything, but I need some alone time with you too! Time that doesn’t consist of you working and me watching.”
“I know, baby,” Keigo sighed, “But I really need to finish this report.”
You ‘tch’ed impatiently before moving off of the chair you were sitting on and plopping down onto your boyfriend’s lap, burying your face in his neck in a desperate search for warmth.
Keigo’s free hand moved to rub your back up and down comfortingly as you sighed in mild contentment.
Suddenly, feeling playful, an ‘interesting’ idea formed in your head as you smirked to yourself slightly, ‘innocently’ wrapping your arms around him, holding him tighter.
Slowly, your fingers inched closer and closer towards his vibrant wings, lightly touching a feather before twirling it discreetly between your fingers so as to not alert him.
You began stroking his wings as lightly as possible but immediately stopped when you felt a huff reverberate from his lips.
“You really think I can’t feel you doing that?”
“Well if my words aren’t enough to grab your attention what am I supposed to do?” you said furiously, “I thought I’d make you horny enough into showing me more affection than your work!”
“Damn, baby,” he smirked slightly, “You could’ve just said you were that desperate.”
“I am, okay?” you said, “I’m that desperate.”
“I noticed.” He moved his chair backward and away from the files he was working on, resting his hands on your lips before placing sloppy kisses on your neck, smirking slightly as you gasped when he ran his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot in your skin.
His hands escaped sneakily up your shirt, raising it slightly so he could freely run his hands over your gorgeous body that he’d been craving for so long now.
He was just about to move his hands to your squirming thighs when the door to his office opened.
“Hawks, sir, we have a new repo – oh. OH – OH, I’M SORRY –“ one of his interns had walked into the scene, turning red and instantly whipping around and practically sprinting out the room, slamming the door.
“No problem!” Keigo yelled after the poor guy as you looked incredulously at him.
“How are you so casual about this?” you hit his chest slightly, “You’re shameless!”
“It only proves I have an ethereal s/o,” he shrugged, “How is that something to be ashamed off?”
Your blush only darkened at his words as he chuckled slightly, placing his hands back onto your hips as he reattached his lips to your neck, making you forget all about the interruption.
