Rough drafts, my art skills haven't improved lol. The first is a bell prototype I'm gonna make, second was the first page of stuff I made, 3rd is the full body rear face, 4th is the better mask design, skirt, tail, etc, last one is of the front facing cape/cloak, @yaelokre I hope you're ready for a whole fit in like. 6 months lmao.
His name is Token, he's the Songbird, someone who flits around the forest dancing but never singing, playing but never being heard, he plays the recorder/pan flute, haven't decided, to his little grove of flowers and fruits. He's loud, friendly, if overly so, and always willing to dance to a warble or offer a sprig to chew (or toke). More details will be flushed out eventually, once the project gets "started"
His name is Token because he likes to gather his namesake of affection, bells, trinkets, flowers, little crafts he makes out of sticks and feathers. Every time he meets someone new he gives them one of his handmade trinkets, as a token of affection and friendship. the problem is once he runs out of trinkets he makes new ones. out of anything. so you might get a bell, a few feathers, a chain, a pine needle basket, pinecone necklace (caution may have sap), a fistful of grass. you get it.
You knew you shouldn’t have tried something new. Shouldn’t have gotten out of your comfort zone, it never leads to anything good.
You were practically running down the stairs, trying to escape whatever the fuck that club was. Why’d you have to be curious about VAMPIRES out of all things? Why not butterflies, or flowers? No. It had to be blood sucking vampires and u had to join a club with a bunch of fanatics who won’t stfu and are too graphic about how to kill a vampire. Especially that blondey monoma , Fucking creep. He made u so uncomfortable that u just ran out the minute he started talking. The details made queasy and light headed. You felt as if you lungs were gonna pop you were breathing so hard, when you got out of the club and onto campus, you realise your frantic breathing wouldn’t stop, tears were running down your face, everything was spinning and you were scared.
What was happening? Why does it hurt so much? Why can’t you breathe??Are you having a panic attack right now?
These questions didn’t help you calm down and you felt as if you were gonna pass out so you found a nearby bench to sit on and closed your eyes, trying to get your breathing to settle. Not a minute later u hear a very tired but worried voice say, “Hey…are you ok?”
You look up to see droopy half lidded purple eyes with eye bags that can rival a science major. His indigo hair was unruly and you recognised it somwhere…
“Hey! Can you hear me, are you ok?” Repeated the purple haired boy. You finally focused on him and shook your head. He came closer and put a hand on your shoulder, crouched down and looked into your eyes, “ Answer me with your words this time. Are you ok?”
Struggling to even move you push the word no out in a desperate and clumsy manner.
“Calm down and breathe slowly “
Suddenly, it all stopped, your breathing slowed and the tears stopped, you were fine but it felt strange, like someone pressed the off button and you were kinda sleepy. “You feeling better?”
The boy was staring at u the whole time, he looked slightly relieved.
“Yeah I’m ok thanks, how’d you do that?”
His eyes widened and a slight smirk broke his neutral expression “I didn’t think you’d notice. It’s my quirk, brainwash” he said offering you a hand. You took it, tucking That new information somewhere in ur brain. When you got up u nearly hit the floor again your legs were so wobbly
“Hey be careful! My quirk doesn’t deal with the aftermath”, the purple crayon said(I got tired) while grabbing your elbow and hip to steady you.You guys were standing fairly close in this position and it gave you time to figure out where U know him from. U also took this time to take in all the features u missed. He had dimple when he smiled and unusually sharp canines, his hair was indigo yes but there was a few different shades of purple In his hair aswell, small segments of lavender and violet making beautiful patterns of highlights. His eyes were quite unique as well, while purple wasn’t an unusual colour these days due to quirks, his had a thin sheen of red and his pupils were thinned out, like an angry cat. By the time he started getting uncomfortable with u staring it clicked.
“Allcock”, U blurted out.
His whole face went through 4 different emotions but he soon had a neutral expression with an eyebrow raised.
“What did u just say?” He asked with an amused glimmer in his eyes.
Blushing, realising what u just said, you give him a sheepish smile, “professor allcock, we take the same philosophy class.”
“Oh”
“Yeah I recognised u by ur hair, I actually didn’t know u had a Face”
His eyes widened and he tipped his head back in laughter.
“Really?I didn’t realise. I normally just record what the prof is saying on my computer. Speaking of class, what are you doing here? Class is in”-he checks his watch-“4 hours.”
You stand there in silence, mulling over whether U should tell him or not you should tell him the truth. You close your eyes and decide to come clean, “I’ve recently been interested in vampires and there’s a club on campus that specialises in vampires so I wanted to check it out but they were way too graphic and made me very uncomfortable so I ran out and then I-“
“Hey, hey, breath ok? We don’t want another panic attack on our hands do we?” He says with a reassuring yet playful smile.
You nod embarrassed, trying to catch your breathe.
After your breathing is normal you realise it’s gotten a silent. Awkward silent. While u were looking for ways to fix it, he beat u too it, breaking the silence with, “Tell you what, If u be my partner for the next philosophy project, I’ll tell u what you need to know about vampires.”
You look at him suspiciously, “what do you know about vampires?”
He looks around him to see if there was anyone around before smirking and coming closer to your face.
He bends down a little and opens his mouth, u stare in confusion then amazement as he makes his canines sharper and hollow. You look at his eyes and that red sheen starts glowing brighter and brighter until his irises are no longer seen. Your eyes go wide and u gasp, “You’re a-a-!”He quickly puts his hand over your mouth before bringing a finger to his grinning one with a wink.
“So how about it huh? Do we have a deal?”
Still in shock you nod your head yes. He smiles wider before asking you for your phone, you absentmindedly take it out and unlock it for him. As he taps away you can’t but feel like your dreaming.
He’s a vampire, I love vampires! They’re so cool. Oh my god, I’m gonna do my project with a real life vamp-
A notification from his phone interrupts your thoughts and he hands your phone back to you
“There. See u in class!” He says with a wave and turns around, walking away.
You wave back before looking down at your phone and rolling your eyes at what he saves himself as:
‘Cool vampire dude’
You assumed the notification from his phone was a text he sent himself so you checked, you were right but this time the message made you smile fondly;
‘💜💜💜’
Im taking so long to write pt 4 of the Megumi ff so have this shitty shinso ff I wrote in April😋
chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven
featuring erestor x reader
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion lord of the rings
a/n lady taniara is @daughterofimladris mellon nin. Please go show her some love- she deserves it. That you for reading this little cliche fic! :)
To her displeasure the elleth begrudgingly walked to the desk beside him.
Distastefully she threw the threaded sheets on to the desk and sat down.
“I do not like to repeat myself. Lady Tara” he warned.
She glared at his back.
She was angry.
Why wouldn’t she be?
The ellon she would be working with was rather difficult and wouldn’t recognize her talents.
Tara sighed and read over his theory.
She should start- nothing else was on her plate.
Reading over his works- at one moment she immersed herself in it- looking at it as if it was an actual book- new and pristine.
The ellon had beautiful writing- not to mention the clarity of his thoughts and findings too; the way he put together words to theorize it was nothing like the elleth has ever seen before.
She blinked multiple times completely mesmerized in it- never realizing the hours passing away.
A knock was heard and it made her jump- the ellon however groaned, disturbed.
Lady Taniara peeked through the large door.
“Good evening!”
She said oh-so-sweetly and Erestor only spared her an annoyed glance.
“What brings you here, m’lady?”
He asked with disinterest.
“It’s evening and time for tea for Lady Tara and myself. Have you gotten as bad as himself in a few hours that you didn’t notice the sun getting lower in the sky, lady Tara?”
She turned to the said elleth who awkwardly stubbled over her words.
“Forgive me, Lady Ta-“
“She was working.”
Erestor said for her.
“Really what were we so interested in?”
Lady Taniara made herself over to where the elleth sat and read over the first few lines on the page.
“Oh is this new?”
“Yes. He even theorised the how the silmaril lost at sea could be bee deep into the ocean’s floor, where only Ulmo himself knows it’s exact location- it could explain deep glow- one we mistake it for the reflection of the moon or the blue moon it’s very-“
Tara quickly silenced herself- she realized how she spoke very fast without stopping.
Lady Taniara smirked at her and even Erestor turned away from his work to listen to her.
“The blue moon. . .”
Erestor thought out loud and frowned to himself as he sat back on his chair.
Tara awkwardly cleared her throat.
“Let us have tea, m’lady. I would hate to keep you waiting!”
The Lady only nodded- the smirk still there and she waited patiently for Tara ready herself.
“You seemed very passionate about Master Erestor’s theory.”
Lady Taniara said after they had exited the library or otherwise known as Erestor’s quarters.
“I. . . I never read something like his theory. It’s. . . new and almost refreshing.”
Tara giggled awkwardly.
“I agree- he wrote so many theories such alike. It’s written like he makes you believe his words.”
“His writing is quite beautiful. . . it’s memorizing”
The elleth said without realizing.
Lady Taniara smirked.
“yes and what about himself?”
“Huh himself? What about himself?”
The elleth blushed- the question from the eldest daughter of Imladris coming out of the blue.
“The new quill he was writing with it’s that yours? You showed it to me yesterday- it’s from Greenwood” she said.
“Oh yes, that is mine. I let him borrow it” the elleth shrugged.
“Barrow? Master Erestor borrowed something of someone?”
The Lady next to her frowned- unbelievingly.
“He isn’t the one to borrow something of someone. . . “
“I didn’t give him a choice in all honesty. He was writing with the worn and tattered quill- I hate nothing more than that.
Tara replied and showed her distaste towards it.
“He allowed you to?”
“Why do you seem so surprised, m’lady- if I may ask that?”
“Yes you may, it’s. . . in all my years I never witnessed Master Erestor let himself barrow anything- he’s too stubborn and prideful for that. He didn’t say a word against it?”
The Lady that stopped her walk to the gardens and Tara stood next to her- she did not know what to say.
“Maybe he liked the quill?”
Lady Taniara laughed.
“Maybe. . . or maybe he seems to have a liking for the person that gave it to him.”
The elleth almost choked on her own breath.
“With all respect, m’lady. I doubt a well educated eldar like himself would be interested in some such as myself. He already thinks I’m incapable of my career.”
“Oh he will think that about everyone- he might even tell Aran Thranduil to do a better job.”
At that the both elleths laughed.
“But this seems different. . .he allowed someone- someone he had never worked alongside before-to take the quill offered to him and now writing with it. I hope this is good, Lady Tara. Both of you seem to be a nice match I already approve of!”
The Lady laughed and resumed her walk- leaving Tara shocked and to laugh it off awkwardly and follow her lead.
Surely no- Tara and Erestor were far too different for that.
It was just a minor crush.
He was a handsome ellon- with an annoying attitude-and she was only appreciating that beauty. . .was there more for her heart. . . her fea to reveal?
For your consideration: Raihan and Piers being childhood friends. Whoever were gym leaders before them were their parents/ guardians and sometimes they got dragged along for meetings and events, and, as children are prone to doing, they flocked together to entertain themselves. Raihan showing Piers his favorite spots in Hammerlocke castle or them running through the streets of Spikemuth under the neon lights, or causing all sorts of trouble in whatever stadium they were in. Babysitting Marnie together, playing video games, talking about what kind of pokemon they wanted to catch when they can officially be trainers.
Then the gym challenge happens. Raihan becomes Leon's rival instead of Piers. Piers becomes gym leader younger than he thought he would. They both become busy for their new responsibilities. Nothing is how they thought it was going to be. It's been years since they've ever really hung out or talked outside of leauge related things. Then they have the tournament and battle for the first time in a while and Raihan is impressed and wants a rematch. But Piers is long gone once he doesn't have to be there anymore. Then the post game events happen and Raihan can finally praise his old friend again and get that rematch and maybe start rebuilding their relationship again.
Prompt: 14. Severus and Lily are next door neighbors and meet at a much earlier age than canon.
Title: Paper Airplanes and Crumpled Notes
Words: 2,243
Trigger Warning: Child Abuse, blood.
They were seven and Lily wondered about the window that was always open across her bedroom. She has seen glimpses of a small boy with black hair leave the old house with a woman with equally black hair. They’ve been there for as long as Lily could remember but not once did she saw the boy playing in the playground during weekends. Petunia said that the Snape’s lived next door, and that they were no good people and Lily should stay away from them especially the boy.
Lily obviously did the opposite of what Petunia said.
It happened on a lazy afternoon. She was bored with her toys and Petunia didn’t want to play. She sat up from her bed and decided to go color when her eyes saw movement from the window. It was the boy. Maybe this is her chance to have a new friend! She neared the window and watch him walk about his room. “Hey!” She yelled, waving her arms outside of her open window to grab her attention. He startled and looked at her. “ Hello!” She yelled once more and he ran towards his window, his fingers coming to his lips to shush her, waving his arms wildly. She cocked her head, he didn’t want to speak to her? How rude. She pouted, if he didn’t want to play then fine.
“Wait!” The boy yelled, he flinched and looked behind him. Lily crossed her arms and waited.
The boy mimed sleeping and Lily smiled. Of course! It must have been naptime. The boy would be in trouble if his mum found out he wasn’t sleeping.
The boy held out a palm, wait here.
Lily watched him disappear and leaned her head on her arms. Did he actually went for a nap? What’s taking him so long? Her mind suddenly thought of the games they’d play tomorrow, and the other day, and the other day and t-
A paper airplane flew past her head and snapped he from her thoughts. It landed near her bed and she glanced at the other window. The boy was looking at her shyly. She squinted at him. He sighed and mimed unwrapping something. Oh! She grabbed the paper airplane and went back to the window.
‘My name is Severus Snape. Dad’s asleep so I can’t be too noisy. Who are you?” Lily could barely understand his handwriting, it took a few moments to decipher the scrawl.
She grinned at him and grabbed her crayons.
“I’m Lily! Nice to meet you, want to be friends?”
She made it into a paper airplane and threw it at him. It landed gracelessly on the side of their house by the fence. Lily wanted to scream. Severus smiled at her and mimed crumpling up the paper and throwing it. Lily re-wrote the note and crumpled it into a ball, she was about to throw it when she felt a soft breeze hit he face.
If she threw this paper, it would just miss again. It was too light.
Lily grabbed the object nearest to her: a white crayon she never uses. She wrapped the crayon with the note and did her best to aim. The force of her throw seemed too little and she was beginning to mourn her useless white crayon but Severus miraculously caught the note in his hands, nearly falling off his window in the process.
It was the beginning of their friendship.
Lily met Severus in the park every few days. They played, and talked, and had many great adventures. Severus told the best stories, stories about magic, dragons, potions that can make steam come out your ears, mermaids who swam in a great lake, and a castle that had everything you wished for.
“The castle was big, bigger than anything you’ve seen before. There are elves who prepare any food you like, there are unicorns by the forest and mermaids in the lake!”
Lily often wondered how Severus could make up such stories and how they felt so real. It wasn’t all good though. There were times when Severus had to come home early and Lily would have a fit. Severus sometimes stayed but Lily wouldn’t see him for days afterwards, she learned to be more considerate of her friend because of that.
Lily sometimes invited Sev over for lunch or dinner but Sev would always have some excuses for not coming.
“It’s fine Lily, mum might get upset if I don’t eat what she prepared.”
They would always have their conversations via airplanes and crumpled paper though. She still hadn’t figured out how to throw an airplane properly. Her system of hurling small objects wrapped in paper resulted in many missing crayons but Severus would throw them back to her when he was about to cut off their chats.
There was no word from Severus during Christmas, Lily chalked it up to them having some family time. She woke with a paper plane by her window greeting her and an apology saying he wouldn’t be back for a few weeks.
She glanced at his present, wrapped neatly sitting by the window and sighed.
He looked a little pale when he got back, wrapped tightly in an oversized-coat. It made him look smaller.
“It’s really cold.”
She presented his present and he insisted she keep it because he hadn’t been able to get her anything, she shook her head crossed her arms. Severus didn’t stand a chance.
She dragged him to her house and her parents got some left-overs and made him eat. They had a pleasant lunch filled with laughter and stories. Severus stayed quiet but he had a smile on at least, that was a gift enough for Lily.
Lily was ashamed it took a year before she found out when Severus’ birthday was.
“I’m a capricorn.”
“Just tell me when your birthday is and I’ll stop poking you with this stick.”
Their birthdays were so close to each other and she couldn’t remember if they did anything special for his birthday the previous year. She remembered that he got her a small cupcake with a tiny candle on it. It was barely enough for one but she insisted on sharing it with him or not eating it at all.
“It’s your cupcake Lily, you eat it.”
“Severus.”
“Fine, fine. You don’t have to glare that hard.”
She was more determined now to make his day special to make up for last year.
She bought two balloons and held them in place with a rock, a picnic blanket was splayed on the ground and a cupcake big enough for two. Lily was not meant for the kitchen, her mother said, but she insisted on baking the cupcake. With all the failed attempts it would have been cheaper to buy a real cake.
She waited and waited and waited but he never showed. She was upset.
She left the balloons and stuck the cupcakes in the fridge and the blanket in the laundry. Her parents shared a look and tried to cheer her up saying that they’d ask Mrs. Snape for Severus next evening if he didn’t show tomorrow.
Severus was wrapped in his over-grown coat the next day, slightly uneven in his feet, spouting apologies and begging forgiveness. Lily sighed and led him to the table.
“I’m really sorry Lily. Dad was home and, well-”
“It’s fine, Severus.”
She placed the cupcakes in front of him, declaring she made it herself. She wondered if it were tears in his yes or if he was just really tired from his birthday yesterday.
By the time they finished their cupcakes, all was forgiven and they were once again the best of friends.
Severus once broke his arm falling down the stairs. Lily never knew him to be clumsy but she has seen him trip over his two feet once in the playground. She didn’t see Severus for a whole week once but she always woke to find a new message for her every morning in form of a paper airplane.
“Have a nice day, sorry I couldn’t make it.”
“Something came up and I couldn’t leave.”
“Mum made something and dad insisted on spending time together.”
She began to practice throwing paper airplanes because hurling things towards Severus might hurt him. Severus laughed at her reasoning but began to coach her.
When she grew frustrated and made an airplane fly without throwing it, she didn’t tell Severus.
When she told Petunia and she called her a freak and threatened to tell their parents, she ran to the park.
When Severus approached her and said her parents were getting worried she cried harder.
When he hugged her for the first time she told him what happened.
He grinned at her. “You’re a witch!”. She pushed him away. He grabbed her arm and let go immediately, “I meant you’re a real witch, Lily. You can do magic!”
She was skeptical and he told her that all his stories weren’t made-up. That there was a place called Hogwarts where they will learn magic and have adventures. She told him how he had a bout of accidental magic a few weeks ago, the time when he fell down the stairs.
He told her parents and Mrs. Snape reluctantly went over and explained things, holding a stick and making things float.
It was the best day of Lily’s life.
When they got their Hogwarts Letters everything seemed so real. Stories about Dementors, Aurors, and the Ministry still felt a bit absurd even after Mrs. Snape’s demonstration. The letter was proof, and they made plans on what to do once they went to Diagon Alley.
A week before they left for Diagon Allley, Lily finally had the courage to ask Severus her question.
“Sev, what’s your dad like. Does he like magic?”
“He doesn’t like anything much.”
It wasn’t a very courageous move but Lily decided to Give Severus some space. She wish she hadn’t though.
That night, Lily couldn’t sleep so she laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She heard a loud noise next door and her heart jumped. It wasn’t uncommon for the Snapes to be a little loud during the night, Severus once had to insist that Lily doesn’t check up on him those nights because it would just lead to more trouble.
This night was different though. ‘Severus?’ She wrote and folded it into a plane. She learned how to throw it properly and this was her chance to show it off. She smiled and silently cheered when it smoothly sailed towards his room. She waited, and waited. She was almost headed to her bed when something made a thumping noise.
Her breath stuck to her throat. Severus never does this, she was the one who wrapped the paper and hurled it into the window. Maybe he was just teasing her?
She unwrapped the note and ran downstairs, screaming for help. Clutched in her hand was the white crayon she tossed years before, her note returned with nothing but bloody fingerprints on it.
She yelled and screamed and refused to believe it.
She cried at the unfairness of life. Mrs. Snape had magic, why didn’t she protect Severus and herself from Tobias? Why wasn’t magic enough to save her from the glass shards embedded on her head? Why wasn’t Severus protected from all the years of abuse of beatings.
Why didn’t Lily say anything all those years ago?
She saw how he flinched, she saw how he shied away from adults, she saw the bruises and the cuts and the fear.
“It’s not your fault, sweetie,” Her mum hugged her and Lily cried. “You didn’t know.”
It wasn’t fair.
During that night, Lily screamed for her parents that Severus was in danger. That he needed help. She didn’t know what happened but she felt a tugging in her navel that made her want to vomit but suddenly she was stood there with Severus.
He was laying by the window, slumped as if it took all his strength to throw back the crayon with her note. Maybe it did. She held his hands and felt joy when he squeezed back.
“Help is on the way, Sev. Just hang in there.”
“We were going to Hogwarts, remember? You insist on getting three pewter couldrons just to be sure. You and I were going to get our robes next week.”
She babbled at him, talking to him to keep him awake because that’s what people do, right?
She saw crumpled papers under the bed and knew it was all their notes through the years. She had a similar stack inside a box under her bed. A yellowed paper-airplane sat on top of the pile.
“I learned how to throw paper airplanes, Sev. I don’t have to hit your face with crayons anymore!”
“Remember telling me about Dumbledore? He’s the strongest wizard right? He’ll get you out of here and protect you properly.”
“Severus?
After what seemed like forever, sirens could be heard and her dad broke the door open. She held tightly to Severus but they took him away. Maybe it was because how dark the room had been, maybe it was all the panic she felt, but she never realized how much blood stained her clothes that night.
“Please don’t leave.”
The authorities took Tobias away.
Tobias took her best friend away from her and she would never forgive him.
A bloodied and crumpled piece of paper would always be tucked somewhere in her robes.
“Oh My God! Hi Damien it's been so long!” I greeted Damien acting overly enthusiastic for no fucking reason at all. You see, Harry and I were here at a reunion. A Family reunion. And I'm already fucking regretting every single bit of it. I don't know anyone. I swear my parents locked me up in a fucking closet then just pulled my FAMILY out of nowhere. Who the fuck is Aunt Fernandez? Who even names their child Fernandez?
Any who, they only people I do know here is Damien, my mothafuckin parents and my shit of a boyfriend, Harry. I will strangle Harry if he ever brings me to a place like this again. Speaking of him, he's using his so called ‘charm’, chatting up my parents, and you can see it in there eyes how they're ‘oh so’ in love with him already.
On th topic of Damien, he has become a hot piece of hunk. But obviously nothing compared to Haz. There is no comparison. Simple. “Hi! Y/N you look so different, wasn't expecting to see you here!” He replied. The fuck bitch? “Yah, my boyfriend forced me to come here” I confessed without any second thoughts.
“You....have a boyfriend?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. This bitch be doubting my dating skills. Someone please tell him that I am all up in here bitch. “Yeah, you see Harry over there. He is my man” I replied, a finger pointing at Harry's direction, who was currently laughing at an ‘oh so’ hilarious joke. “Oh, I thought they invited him for the entertainment” he shrugged. What the fuck bitch? Did he just say that? Who he think he is?
Before flipping out, I took note of my surroundings, realizing that this isn't the place to flip out on him, so kept my flipping out aside for later. “Well you thought wrong. Maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself next time don't you think?” I snapped. “Whoa, I'm sorry, just assuming” he tried to apologize. “Forget it” I snapped.
“So you don't look as bad as you were” he smirked. “You telling me that I was ugly?” I smiled. “No I mean..you look nice now... I mean you were pretty before...but you..look better now” he blushed. “It's ok” I replied. This ain't the same bitch who insulted my boyfriend a while ago.
“Let's go grab some punch yeah?” He asked. “Sure, I’m really thirsty” I replied. “Woah, don't wanna come off to strong, but already thirsty?” He smirked playfully. “Shut up, I didn't mean it in that way!” I blushed making both of us laugh. He's not really bad company.
***
Walking up to the punch bar thingy table, Damien had kept his hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards it. It felt really weird since I was so used to feeling Harry's big and warm hands on my back instead of Damien's cold as shit hands. The fuck?
Pouring me and Damien two glasses of punch, guess who decided to finally make an appearance? My so called ‘'boyfriend’. I'm honestly worried that he might fancy my mom now. Or it could be the other way around. Both of the thoughts give me shivers down my spine. In a horribly disgusted way.
He took no time in slipping his arm around my waist, and pressing a sweet and tender kiss on my temple. “Hey baby” Harry exaggerated. Oh. I know what he's playing at. “Took you long enough to realize that you have a girlfriend” I replied, chugging down the last bit of my drink. He rolled his eyes before Damien decided to speak up, “Hey I’m Damien, Y/N’s second cousin” he greeted. “Hi nice to meet you, I'm Harry, Y/N’s boyfriend” he let a hand out for Damien to shake, which he took gruffly, giving it a hard shake.
“So I've been told” Damien chuckled, his blue eyes lighting up. “Mind if I steal Y/N for a bit?” Harry asked Damien. I looked up at him, one eyebrow raised in question. “Yeah, sure she's all yours” Damien replied. Harry stole a glance at me before looking back at Damien to say, “Yeah all mine” he stretched.
Harry grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers, before leading me out to the garden. “Harry what was that all about?” I asked. “Didn't you see how he was flirting with you, making you laugh and touching your back? He was so into you, I wanted to punch him in the face” he said, eyes narrowed into slits and voice low.
“Harry's he's just a cousin” I chuckled to which he just looked away. I leaned my lips towards his ear before I lowly whispered, “besides, I am your girl” trying to be seductive, but failing horribly at it. Harry grabbed my waist roughly before backing me up against a tree,
“Yeah, only my girl” he whispered, before enclosing my lips with his.
