N/a: postei esse imagine uns tempos atrás sendo com do Andrew Garfield, mas como não teve vizualição, eu acabei apagando e agora passei para Ben Hardy
– Quanto tempo dessa vez? – Perguntei ao meu namorado que arrumava a mala.
– Dois meses talvez três.
– Três meses Ben sério, você acabou de chegar e já vai embora para passar três meses fora.
– É meu trabalho s/n. Quer que eu faça o que? Que pare de fazer o que gosto?
– Não, claro que não, mas você podia recusar só dessa vez.
– Não eu não posso e você sabe disso, quer parar de ser egoísta.
– Ah clara agora eu sou a egoísta Ben você chegou ontem em casa nem ficou comigo e agora já vai embora.
– Desde quando você se tornou tão grudenta assim, quer parar de reclamar, nos ainda podemos conversar por telefone.
– Você é inacreditável Andrew, okay você quer ir vá, mas não ache que eu estarei aqui te esperando quando você voltar.
– Quer parar de drama S/n, são só três meses.
– Certo são três meses agora e depois nove, um ano. Muitas vezes parece que estou nesse relacionamento sozinha. Mas quer saber eu não ligo faça o que você quiser, eu vou para casa da minha mãe. - falei saindo do quarto.
– Ótimo vá embora, se você acha que eu irei atrás de você está muito enganada.
Essa foi a última vez que falei com Ben depois que sai de casa, só fui pegar minhas coisas quando ele não estava e deixei minha chave com a mãe dele. As primeiras semanas foram o verdadeiro inferno, mas ainda tinha alguma esperança que ele viesse atrás de mim, mas com o passar do tempo perdi as esperanças.
– Venha querido eu irei deixar você escolher seu presente de aniversário.
– Eu posso escolher qualquer coisa?
– Se não for muito caro sim.
– Mamãe eu quero um boneco de super-herói - Ethan falou correndo em direção aos bonecos.
– Vai com calma querido você vai acabar caindo ou … – Antes que S/n concluísse a frase o pequeno Ethan trombou com alguém. - Querido peça desculpas.
– Me desculpe. – O pequeno falou envergonhado
- Não tem problemas - Quando S/n escutou a voz do rapaz ela congelou - S/n quanto tempo. Seu irmão?
– Ele é meu Filho.
- Filho, então você casou?
– Não, eu não casei. E isso não é da sua conta.
- Não precisa ser tão grossa assim.
- Ben eu não te devo explicações.
– Nós ainda somos amigos.
- Não somos e você sabe disso.
– Então só me responda uma coisa. Ele é meu filho.
- Talvez você nunca saiba Andrew.
– S/n eu estou falando sério.
– Eu também estou. Ou será que você já esqueceu do que você falou para mim, porque eu não esqueci, vou refrescar sua memória. Você disse “ Eu quero terminar, e será melhor se a gente não mantiver contato”. Não venha me falar que eu tinha que ter te falado algo porque foi escolha sua ir embora e me ignorar.
- Eu tenho o direito de saber se ele é meu filho ou não.
- Pra que? Ben eu não vou deixar você magoar meu filho assim como você fez comigo, ele é só uma criança.
- Eu não vou eu prometo.
- Como eu posso saber que isso é verdade.
- Por favor confia em mim.
- Ta bom, esteja lá em casa amanhã às três horas para o aniversário dele. E eu juro que você não for eu vou fazer de tudo para que você nunca mais veja ele entendeu.
- Eu prometo que irei, só preciso saber onde você está morando.
_____ estava inquieta desde de que seu pai lhe disse que ela logo mais iria encontrar um príncipe para si, a moça entrou em um colapso mental, não estava preparada para se casar com alguém.
– O príncipe Namjoon voltará hoje. – o rei pronunciou, enquanto se sentava na grande mesa. Namjoon e _____ sempre foram muito próximos desde de criança, seus pais nunca cogitaram a ideia de que eles poderiam se casar algum dia.
– Tens certeza appa? Ele mandaria alguma carta ou alguém lara nos avisar. – _____ disse.
– Recebi uma carta da família Kim, devemos nos preparar, um banquete seria ótimo. – o rei parecia animado.
– O que quiseres, appa. – alinhou-se na mesa, esperando a comida ser posta.
O rei mandou preparar um grande banquete para a família Kim. A rainha escolheu seu melhor vestido, já a princesa não pareceu se importar mesmo que o príncipe Namjoon fosse seu melhor amigo e morasse no reino vizinho, não via muita necessidade em se arrumar tanto assim,lendo algum livro da grande biblioteca.
– Alteza, o rei está a te esperar a família Kim chegou. – uma empregada foi lhe avisar, _____ assentiu largando o livro encima da mesa rústica, e foi ao encontro do seu pai. Estava animado em rever seu amigo.
– Namjoon! – _____ disse assim que viu seu amigo, um sorriso se formou em seus lábios, Namjoon parecia ainda mais jovem depois da viagem às colinas.
– Majestades. – reverenciou o rei e rainha Kim.
– Príncipe. – a rainha Kim deu um caloroso abraço caloroso em _____ - Como estais? – se afastou da moça.
– Estou bem majestade, me mantenho saudável. – sorriu, a rainha lhe lançou um olhar gentil.
– _____. - Namjoon pareceu se despertar, e correu em direção a princesa. – Sentistes minha falta? – abraçou a moça.
– Como sois capaz de me questionar sobre algo tão óbvio? Claro que me fizestes falta. – retribuiu o abraço do rapaz. – E tua ida às colinas, como foi? – perguntou.
– Deslumbrante, a paisagem é bem sofisticada, bastante bonita! Tinhas que ver. – os olhos de Namjoon brilharam. – Te levarei lá, iremos juntos. – _____ assentiu.
– Não vai se assentar, príncipe? – a rainha perguntou.
– Oh, irei. Obrigado por nos receber e nos dar hospitalidade, majestade. – Namjoon reverenciou.
O jantar estava ocorrendo bem, algumas risadas eram ouvidas, o rei Kim se levantou pronto para dizer algo, seu sorriso não escondia que seria algo ótimo.
– Tenho um aviso para vos dizer. – arrumou sua roupa fina. - Meu filho irá se casar em breve. – disse orgulhoso. – E eu queria vir pessoalmente fazer este convite para meus amigos de longa data.
O rei e a rainha quase explodiram de felicidade, Namjoon era como se fosse seu segundo filho. _____ ficou estática não que ela não quisesse que Namjoon se casasse, ela só achava estranho. Algo estava estranho dentro dela.
– Isso não é ótimo, _____? O príncipe irá se casar. – a mãe da princesa bateu palmas, ela sabia que isso era uma indireta oculta pois, seus pais queriam mais que nunca que ela se casasse.
– Ótimo, omma. - disse baixo, Namjoon estava com um sorriso mínimo no rosto, ele era o orgulho da família Kim, mesmo que não quisesse aquilo.
E horas se passaram falando sobre esse casamento, _____ estava à ponto de ter uma dor de cabeça com sua mãe conversando com a Kim sobre a decoração, odiava tudo aquilo.
– Eu vou subir, tenho que terminar minha leitura, foi muito bom rever vocês. – _____ arrastou a cadeira, indicando que sairia dali.
– Irei junto. – Namjoon disse, mas assim que ela se levantou, a rainha segurou seu braço, negando com a cabeça, Namjoon se assentou de volta.
_____ subiu um pouco atordoada, sempre gostava de comer junto com seus pais, mas dessa vez parecia tão sem graça, seu coração batia tão forte e assim que adentrou na biblioteca parecia se acalmar. Não soube quantas horas ficou ali dentro, mas foi tempo suficiente para sua mãe adentrar no cômodo.
– Querida. – sua mãe se sentou ao seu lado.
– Sim? – fechou o livro e olhou a mãe.
– Estou tão feliz pelo casamento do príncipe Namjoon, e você, quando irás se casar? – disse animada.
– Já falamos sobre isto, não irei fazer parte desse absurdo. – _____ se levantou. – Esse matrimônio não irá acontecer. – e saiu.
_____ não queria se casar, pelo menos não agora, não estava preparada para viver numa união que não amasse a outra pessoa. A princesa foi atrás do seu cavalo, queria ficar um pouco longe de sua casa. Subiu em seu cavalo recém selado indo sem rumo.
Encima do seu cavalo ela pensava na vida, puxou a rédea do animal para que ele parasse. Desceu, e prendeu o cavalo em uma árvore. Sempre que precisava pensar gostava de vir até o lago, era seu porto seguro, se sentou na beirada e começou a pensar. Afinal, por que a vida resolvia brincar tanto com ela?
– O que tanto pensas? – se assustou com a voz grossa perto de si.
– Olá, Namjoon. - sorriu.
– O se passa? Quando vens aqui algo aconteceu. – se sentou ao lado da moça.
– Minha mãe quer que eu me case. – suspirou. – Mas não quero isto.
– Posso te contar algo? – Namjoon perguntou.
– Sabes que sim. – _____ arqueou as sobrancelhas.
– Também não quero me casar. – riu nasalmente. Ela negou com a cabeça e sorriu, os dois se encararam por breves minutos.
– Nunca reparei o quão és bela, princesa. – Namjoon disse de repente.
– Me achas bela? – Namjoon assentiu. – Também és bonito. – _____ abaixou a cabeça, e fitou a grama.
– Princesa. – Namjoon a chamou novamente. Ela levantou a cabeça e fitou o rapaz, que agora estava perto demais de si.
– Hum? – _____ falou em um fio de voz.
– Eu não quero mesmo me casar – e selou os lábios nos de _____, a princesa arregalou os olhos por tamanha surpresa, os lábios de Namjoon eram macios, aquele beijo era tão bom que não resistiu por muito tempo, segurou na nuca do bronzeado e retribuiu aquele beijo, era mais que um simples beijo, transmitia algum sentimento, que ambos não sabiam dizer o que era. Assim que o ar fazia falta, os dois se separaram e ficaram se encarando. – Eu gosto de você, princesa _____.
Ela não sabia como responder, afinal, o que ela sentia por Namjoon? Nem ela sabia mas apenas sorriu ainda com as mãos na nuca do rapaz, Namjoon deu um selinho nos lábios da moça.
– Seus lábios são viciantes. – apertou _____ contra si. – O que achas de entrarmos no lago?
– Eu gostaria. – se levantou.
Os dois tiraram as vestes, ambos estudavam cada detalhe do corpo um do outro e logo entraram no lago, _____ se tremia de frio.
– Estás com frio? – Namjoon chegou perto da princesa.
– S-Sim. – disse com a voz trêmula, e sem dizer nada Namjoon abraçou ela para a esquentar.
– Espero que tenha melhorado. – se aconchegou ainda mais, encaixando a cabeça no pescoço da moça.
Os pêlos de _____ se arrepiaram, a respiração de Namjoon batia contra o seu pescoço
– Pareces tensa. Sentes algo por mim? – Namjoon perguntou. – Espere! Não fales, eu irei tirar a conclusão. – e então beijou o pescoço da moça, _____ arfou.
O príncipe acastanhado beijou cada partezinha do pescoço dela que só sabia arfar com os toques, Namjoon passava a barba rala pela clavícula de _____.
– Eu quero ser delicado. – sussurrou.
A princesa já não sentia frio, muito pelo contrário, seu corpo estava mais quente que o normal. Namjoon virou _____ de costas para si e beijou-a, a água cobria até a cintura dos dois em seguida, Namjoon abraçou ela por trás, fazendo-a sentir um volume roçando em sua bunda.
– N-Nam. – a princesa gemeu manhosa, novamente Namjoon a virou para si deixando um beijo cálido em seus lábios, tocou a intimidade de ____ terrivelmente molhada por baixo da água e massageou seu clitóris, ela abraçou Namjoon acariciando as costas fortes dele, _____ parecia tão indefesa.
– Eu prometo que serás minha para sempre. – sussurrou Namjoon. – Fique ao meu lado.
– Ficarei. – _____ sussurrou de volta.
Namjoon penetrou _____ lentamente para que ela não sentisse dor, no entanto foi difícil, ela arranhava os ombros de Namjoon e gemia de dor, o Kim fazia um carinho em seus cabelos até que a dor parasse.
Quando a princesa se acostumou com Namjoon em seu interior, o Kim penetrava-a delicadamente e sem pressa, o interior de _____ o apertava deliciosamente.
– És muito bela, _____. – beijou a moça novamente enquanto a penetrava, um beijo afoito e desajeitado foi dado nos lábios da moça, ele só queria sentir os lábios dela junto aos seus. _____ gemia em contato com sua boca.
Com tamanha excitação a princesa acabou por se desmanchar em puro deleito, suas pernas ficaram bambas. Algumas penetrações depois, o Kim se desfez dentro dela. Ficaram um tempo abraçados enquanto regulavam a respiração.
– Obrigado. – _____ disse.
– Pelo que? – Namjoon acariciou o cabelo da princesa.
– Obrigada por me fazeres enxergar que só tenho olhos para ti, príncipe Namjoon. – se afastou, e tomou os lábios de Namjoon para si.
– Não me casarei a não ser que seja contigo. – Namjoon beijou a testa da moça.
espero que tenham gostado, me desculpa qualquer erro e até mais. ♥️
You and Demetri shared a beautiful, intimate moment yesterday. And now today is the day… the day that you meet everyone in the Guard. Will the meeting go well, or will things take a turn for the worse…?
• SMUT; fluff; language; aged-up Jane and Alec (movie version)
“Sweet little love… It’s time for you to get up…” a smooth, velvet voice says in your ear. You let out a soft grumble in your sleep, not wanting to open your eyes just yet. A quiet laugh sounds from next to you. You smile when you hear it… It’s him. Demetri. He stayed..? You reluctantly open your eyes, rolling over in bed to face him. He’s propped up on one elbow, watching you with an amused look on his face.
“Hello, sweetheart.” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss you softly. About halfway into the kiss, he suddenly laughs again. “What?” you say. He pulls away, shaking his head with a grin. “No, it’s just… Are you aware that you talk in your sleep?” he says, grinning cheekily. Your eyes widen in alarm. “Oh, god. What did you hear??” you ask, worried.
He shakes his head again, his gaze kind and soft. “No, it was nothing bad, don’t worry. You, um… You told me you loved me.” he says with a smile. Oh… Well, that wasn’t so bad, you supposed. “And then you mumbled something about Felix and teddy bears..?” Demetri adds, looking confused. You give him a sheepish grin, scooting closer to him.
“I, uh… It’s just… the way you described Felix to me yesterday, he… He sounds like a giant teddy bear. You know, if teddy bears had the urge to eat people.” you explain, blushing. Demetri laughs, wrapping an arm around you. “You’re certainly the first human to use that as an example.” he tells you. Another blush reddens your cheeks, before you look at the clock on the bedside table. Your eyes widen when you see the time. “4:30”, the numbers read, with the little dot signaling the afternoon.
“Shit! We have to get ready, Dem…!” you say, panicking a little. He stops you, pulling you close to him. “Hey, no, it’s okay, stop. I’ve already taken care of it, Y/N. I went ahead and called the school and told them we weren’t coming in tonight.” he tells you. What..? Huh. He must’ve done that while you were still asleep. “I told them you had caught a cold, and I needed to stay home with you to keep an eye on you.” Demetri adds with a wink.
“And they believed you?” you ask raising both eyebrows. He smirks at you, those red eyes twinkling with wicked amusement. “Oh, I can be very persuasive sometimes, little one.” he says. Yes, yes he can… You shake your head at him in disbelief, a smile forming on your face. “You’re… Wow. Thank you.” you tell him, kissing him softly on the mouth. He grins into the kiss, nipping gently at your bottom lip before pulling away to let you breathe.
“More than happy to do it, Y/N. How’re you feeling, by the way?” he murmurs, fighting back a smile. You blush as you remember the events of yesterday. He had told you what he was, and you two had kind of… Got busy… After that. Your eyes flicker up to meet his. He laughs when he hears your heart skip a little. “Um… A little sore, but in a very good way..?” you tell him, your voice trailing off in a question at the end.
“I wasn’t too rough with you yesterday, was I, mia amore?” he asks, concerned. You shake your head at him, your heartbeat fluttering in your chest once more. “God, no, Dem…! It was perfect. You…You were perfect.” you reassure him softly. “Go on, flatter me some more, darling…” he murmurs with a soft smirk, before kissing you again. You kiss him back, moving closer to him.
“I mean it. You’re… Mm… You’re amazing. And wonderful. And more than I probably deserve. At this point.” you continue to praise him, in between heated kisses. He chuckles softly, his eyes darkening ever so slightly. Suddenly, before you can even blink, he’s shifted the two of you so you’re now lying underneath him. “Tesoro, dolce ragazza…mia amore, we still have a little bit of time left before I have to take you to meet everyone…?” Demetri whispers, his voice low with undisguised lust for you.
You immediately get the hint. Nodding, you gaze up at him lovingly, silently begging him to give you a repeat of yesterday. He doesn’t even hesitate; he leans down, kissing you hard. This time, there’s a stronger sense of urgency and passion in his touch. Whether it’s because of what he has to do today, or because he’s just as afraid of the unknown as you are, you have no idea. You’re sure as hell not going to wait to find out.
You kiss him back, reaching up and tangling your fingers in that soft, soft hair of his. He groans, gently biting your bottom lip. When you let out a quiet gasp, his tongue meets yours in a heated, fierce, passionate dance. His fingers lightly stroke down your side, bringing chill bumps to the skin. You arch up into his gentle touch, wanting to be as close to him as you can possibly get.
“D-demetri…” you whine softly. He breaks the kiss for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath. “I know, sweet little love, I know..” he breathes in a ragged whisper, resting his forehead against yours. It’s almost a bittersweet feeling, the amount of love you two share for each other in this moment. You know that simply by being with him, your number is sure to be up. But there’s a huge part of you that doesn’t care anymore. He is yours, and you are his, and that’s all that matters, right now.
“Please…!” you gasp out, needing every last little part of him with you, in you. He wastes no time, his fingers gently parting your legs for him, as he enters you. The way it aches anew is just the sweetest feeling, as he buries himself inside of you, your name falling from his lips in a soft, mumbled cry. You gently pull him closer, kissing him again, giving him back the same urgency and need that he gave you only moments earlier.
He mumbles your name a second time, his mouth moving roughly against yours, sure to leave you with the prettiest of bruises later. As he thrusts up into you, you break the kiss to whisper into his ear. “I love you, Demetri…” you whisper, the words coming straight from your racing heart. He presses a kiss to the side of your neck, inhaling your scent. “I love you too, Y/N, so so much…” he murmurs, his fingers moving up to tangle themselves gently in your hair. He tugs softly, a muffled groan escaping him as he feels your walls clench around him.
He presses another kiss to the side of your neck, biting gently, careful not to break the skin this time. But, it’s not enough for you. “Dem… Please…” you say breathlessly, begging him. He knows what you want; mere seconds later, he’s kissing your neck again, before you feel him sink his teeth into the skin, as he buries himself deeper inside of you. Your hips arch up to meet his as you cry out softly, the pain and the pleasure creating a lovely symphony of sensations.
He continues to make sweet, beautiful love to you as he feeds from you, the constant pull of blood to the surface of your skin making you dizzy with love for him. Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair, tugging harshly as the new sensations gradually become too much. Fear of hurting him is not an issue here, however. A quiet hiss leaves his mouth as he bites just a little bit harder, your name coming out muffled against the skin.
With another slow, deep push of himself inside of you, tears spring to your eyes, your walls clenching around him again. Your fingers give his hair another sharp little pull, as the tears finally spill out of your eyes, streaming down your face. There is so much love in your heart for him, it’s almost not enough, and yet… It’s everything.
His breathing becomes ragged as he pulls away from you, sealing up your wound, before kissing you. You can still taste your blood on his lips, and it only fuels your climax to approach that much more quickly. He’s close too, you can feel it. He sees your tear-stained face, and his own eyes get misty as he kisses you again. “Oh, sweet girl, you’re going to be the death of me…” he mumbles against your mouth, as his own venomous tears spill out of his eyes.
“Then let me be the one to fix it, and save you, instead…” you answer in a whisper, kissing him a little bit harder. His lips curve up into a tiny smile as he thrusts up into your heat again, gently hitting that sweet spot in just the right way. You can’t hold it in for him, anymore. You break the kiss and with a loud cry of his name, you arch up into him again, your eyes squeezing tightly shut. Rainbows of light and color dance across the backs of your eyelids as you climax hard for Demetri.
At the same time, he buries his face in your shoulder, his fingers tightening their own grip in your hair, as he comes for you. There’s not a single place inside your body or soul that the cold doesn’t reach out and touch. But you don’t mind… It’s the most intimate part of himself he can give you, after all. He’s already given you his whole heart and his beautiful, beautiful soul…
As you both come down from your highs, your heart races a million miles an hour. He lightly laughs when he hears the sound, his breath tickling your skin. “It’s nice to know I have that effect on you, sweet little umana…” he murmurs. You blush, your eyes opening, as he pulls back to look down at you. “This. The way you look, Y/N… Just, yes. Holy gods alive, how did I ever end up so lucky to have someone like you as my mate..?” he breathes in awe.
Mate? You give him a confused look, and he smiles down at you. “It’s like what you humans have, a soulmate. That person you know you’re going to spend the rest of your waking moments with. Or in my kind’s case, the rest of your eternity and immortal existence with.” he explains softly. Your eyes well up with fresh tears as the truth of what he’s said hits you: you’re his person… His forever…!
He sees your tears, and gently wipes them away before they can fall. “They might want to condemn us both for our love, but they can go to hell. I don’t want to spend my waking existence with anyone but my little princess at my side. I love you so very much, Y/N…” Demetri murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You blush again, gazing up into those lovely red irises of his. “I love you too, Dem…” You whisper back. He grins down at you, giving you a tiny wink, before he gently, slowly, pulls out of you.
“As much as I’d love to do this again, and again, and again, we have some people to meet. Go ahead and start the shower for me, and I’ll join you in a few, okay?” he tells you. You nod, and hurry to go get everything ready, your thoughts still a lovely, tangled mess. He really is too good to you… Far too good…
✴DEMETRI’S POV ✴
I keep a tight, albeit gentle, hold on my mate’s hand, as we ascend the steps to Castillo Volterra. Recognition dawns in her eyes, as she remembers the day I took her on a tour of the city. “Wait… Do you live here??” she asks me. I laugh softly, nodding. “Yes, Y/N. This is my home. This is why I didn’t want you here that day we took the tour of the city. Heidi had a tour of her own going on, that day. Feeding time.” I tell her. She winces a little, not pressing the issue any further than that. She already knows how my coven gets our food; she’s more than smart enough not to ask why.
As we approach the doors, I stop, looking down at her. “So. You’ve already met Alec, but you’re about to meet his sister, and Felix. I, um… I want you to try and remember, little love, that they’re not going to hurt you, okay?” I remind her. She nods, tugging lightly on my hand. I laugh, and open the door for her, leading her inside. The door closes behind us, shutting out most of the light.
As soon as we step inside, a soft, booming laugh echoes down the hallway. Felix. Sure enough, the tall executioner comes strolling around the corner, a smile on his face. “Real funny. Try it with Caius, I dare you, dude.” he says to somebody behind him. When he sees us standing there, his smile gets wider. His eyes twinkle with humor as he looks my sweet Y/N up and down. “So. You’re the little human who snagged my Demetri’s attention!” he teases her.
Her eyebrows raise as she looks up at me. “His Demetri, huh?” she says with a smirk. I cast Felix an exasperated look. “Really. That’s how we’re starting today?” I ask him. He grins, not at all sorry for what he said. Y/N laughs, squeezing my hand lightly. “Sorry, Dem. I don’t do polygamy.” she teases me lightly. Felix lets out a loud laugh, coming towards us. “I like her. She’s funny.” he says, nodding at Y/N.
He holds out his arms, and Y/N lets go of my hand, stepping forward to give him his long-awaited hug. I notice he takes extra precaution to be as gentle with her as possible; I shoot him a grateful glance when Y/N’s not looking, and he nods in understanding. A couple seconds pass, before he finally lets go of her, stepping back to get a better look at her. “Wow. Yeah. No. Those photographs don’t do you justice.” he compliments her. She blushes, the color spreading across her cheeks.
“He… kept them?” she asks. Felix nods, winking at her. “There must have been 20 of ‘em. He only took 10, I’m guessing, but he must’ve done an extra set up to keep for himself. Don’t worry, I’ve already teased him plenty, about it.” he explains. Y/N gives me a sly look, a grin on her face. “Don’t you start, too.” I warn her. That grin turns into a mock pout, and Felix laughs again. “Yeah, I definitely approve of her.” he remarks, with a big shit-eating grin.
Someone clears their throat behind Felix, and when the giant steps aside, Alec and Jane are standing there, nervous smiles on their faces. Alec gives Y/N a friendly little wave, which she returns. “Hello, again, little human.” he greets her. She smiles at the new nickname, blushing again. “Oh, Demetri, she’s…” Jane starts. “Adorable.” Alec finishes, and Jane nods. I lightly squeeze Y/N’s hand, nodding in the twins’ direction.
“These two, um.. They really stepped up for you. Kind of shocking, if I have to admit it, seeing as how they rarely like anyone. Felix knows this all too well.” I tell her. Jane rolls her eyes, coming towards us. “That’s because he annoys me. Big idiot. But Demetri’s right. Has he told you yet… What your fate was?” she asks my mate.
Y/N nods, her smile faltering. Jane hesitates, before reaching out to take Y/N’s hands in hers. “My brother Alec and I explained to the Masters already that you’re family now, and you’re not to be harmed or killed. It would devastate Demetri too much.” she reassures my mate. Alec gives her a soft smile. “Well, not only that, but we would have a problem with it, too. You’re the first human I’ve come across who hasn’t outright annoyed me to no end at our first meeting.” he says kindly. “Which makes you special.” Jane adds.
I’m about to say something, when I see someone walking down the hall, towards us. Someone who makes my blood boil, who makes me go from kind, nurturing vampire to angry, soulless monster. Afton…!! I let out a low warning growl. Felix sees the look on my face, and when he turns around, a huge sigh escapes him. “What does this fucker want, now?” he mutters. What, indeed…?? I quickly move to stand in front of Y/N. This could get very ugly, very fast. I’m not taking any chances, not now…
• “mia amore” = “my love”
• “tesoro” = “darling”
• “dolce ragazza” = “sweet girl”
• “umana” = “human”
A/N: Another cliffy, I know. Sorry. 😅👍🏻 But HOLY MOSES, MAN…! What about that smut in the beginning?? Oof, what a hot beginning. Also, YAY she finally got to meet everyone!! 😁 Lemme know what you guys thought of this one, as this one was kind of hard for me to write, today… 🖤🖤🖤
Against my better wishes, I checked the time on my watch again. I had been waiting at The Three Broomsticks for nearly an hour on the arrival of my date, and so far there was nothing.
I watched my fellow Hogwarts students laughing and having a good time together. I searched through the crowds of people to see if I could see his face, but he wasn’t even there with any of his friends. I sighed heavily and chugged down the rest of my Butterbeer. I began to collect my things when the door to the Three Brooksticks opened and in walked a familiar head of bright blonde hair.
Draco showed up alone, very unusual for him. I was used to seeing him being tailed by his little entourage and his obsessed non-girlfriend. Not that he seemed to mind being alone, in fact he seemed much happier with his goon squad behind him.
His eyes searched the room, presumably for an empty table, before landing on me. I awkwardly shuffled and quickly looked away. I didn’t have any ill will towards Draco, we never really spoke. But I knew of his reputation. Who didn’t? The last thing I wanted was for my first introduction with him to be after being stood up. I knew he’d have a field day with that.
Just my luck, he began to move towards me. I was too awkward to even think to move. I just looked away from him, trying to stay focused on my empty mug.
“Is this seat taken?”
His voice made my heart leap into my chest. I looked up at him and saw his piercing blue eyes looking back down into mine, almost looking right through me.
I couldn’t form a proper sentence, so I just nodded. Draco smiled and nodded towards my mug. “Want another one?”
“You don’t have to,” I started, but before I could say anything else Draco was taking my mug and making his way to the bar. When he returned, I smiled sheepishly at him. “Thanks.”
“Least I could do,” he said as he sat down. “You seemed a little down when I walked in.”
“I’m surprised you cared,” I blurted before I could stop myself. I felt my face burning with embarrassment as Draco raised an eyebrow at me. “Wh-What I mean is-is we’re not exactly…acquaintances or anything. I didn’t even know you knew I existed.”
“I guess you have a point,” Draco said, taking a sip of his Butterbeer. “I figured you were alone and said, I was alone, maybe I’d try to talk to you.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Very unusual for a Slytherin to want to talk to a Hufflepuff, but I suppose I’ll take it. Better than sitting here waiting for a date who isn’t going to arrive.”
I looked down at my Butterbeer before taking a mouthful of it. The look on Draco’s face turned to one of concern as I spoke. “A date that won’t arrive? What nutter would stand you up?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “You are giving me far more credit than I deserve. But, if you must know, it was Seamus Finnigan.”
A laugh slipped from Draco’s lips before he could stop himself. I glared at him and started collecting my things again. Quickly, he took hold of my arm to get me to sit down again. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just laughing that you’d even say yes to a oafish git like him.”
I shrugged, although I knew he was right. Seamus wasn’t exactly the most popular kid, and dating him would be a constant threat of being blown up. But he seemed so sweet, I just couldn’t turn him down. I figured he would make for at least a memorable first date, if nothing else.
I didn’t peg Seamus for the type to stand someone up. I figured he would’ve warned me before he cancelled the date. It’s not like he didn’t have ample opportunity, he had even told me the day before he’d meet me at the Three Broomsticks.
“He seemed nice,” I admitted. “And no one exactly shows interest in me, so I thought…why not? Bad decision on my part now, obviously.”
“More like bad decision on his part. Anyone who would stand you up is a nutter.”
I was shocked at Draco’s kind words. For all I had known, today was the first day he knew I even existed. I was shocked he felt so comfortable saying these things to me, although after being stood up, I was also sure he was just playing a prank on me.
“You don’t even know me,” I mumbled. “How can you confidently make those remarks?”
“Because, even if I don’t know you, I know I have eyes.”
I didn’t know how to respond to this. I had never met someone so brave to say these things to anyone, let alone to say them to me. My whole life, I had just been very…plain looking. I was told that I had hit a “good puberty” during the summer between my fifth and sixth year, but even then I hadn’t attracted too much attention.
Not to mention that Draco’s little non-girlfriend and her group of friends loved to make fun of most of the girls that weren’t a part of their circle, even other Slytherin girls. Because I was also pretty smart academically, I found myself the target of their bullying often. It was hard to think of yourself otherwise when a group of girls are constantly mocking you for everything.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” Draco said with a smile. He took another mouthful of his Butterbeer, leaving a foam moustache against his upper lip.
I giggled. “You’re cute with a foam moustache.”
He laughed at this as well and wiped the moustache off with the back of his sleep.
“So, you sure Pansy and her girls didn’t put you up to this?” I asked, my eyes darting around the room to see if Pansy was hidden somewhere among the crowd of students.
“Pansy is back at the castle sulking because I turned her down after she asked me out,” Draco responded. “And her friends don’t actually like her, they just hang out with her for the status.”
That feeling of worry slowly came off my shoulders. His answer seemed genuine, which meant that he wasn’t doing this on a dare.
We continued to talk for a few hours. I got our next round of Butterbeers, and Draco got the next found after that. The students were slowly starting to file out of the Three Broomsticks as the skies began to grow dark, and it wasn’t until the owner told us we should be heading back to the castle.
On the way back, Draco walked so close to me that our hands kept brushing against one another. At first, I pulled away thinking I had just bumped him, but when it kept happening I realized it was because he wanted it to happen. Every time our hands touched, I felt a light spark of electricity go through me. I wanted nothing more than to take Draco’s hand in mine, but I figured I should let him make the first move.
When we finally arrived at the castle, Draco stopped outside. I turned to face him, confused by his sudden stop.
“I feel like I should tell you something before we go our separate ways tonight,” he admitted. I felt my heart race, afraid of what he was about to say next. “I…I actually came looking for you today. I wasn’t planning on going to Hogsmeade but…I heard Finnigan talking about how he wanted to cancel your date but didn’t have the guts to. I knew you were going to be waiting at the Three Broomsticks alone today, and that you were going to wind up disappointed with the outcome.”
It was a slight pain in my heart to know that Seamus was aware he was standing me up, but I was able to push that aside with the warm feeling of knowing that Draco had specifically come looking for me because he knew I was being stood up. “And that made you want to come find me?”
“It did. I didn’t think it was fair what he was doing to you, you don’t deserve that.”
I put my hands in my pockets, now cold from the chilly air. “Okay, that brings me to my neck question…why do you care so much?”
Draco ran a hand through his nearly white hair. “I…I think you’re really pretty, and really nice. I never thought you’d ever like me since…well, I know I’m not the nicest person in Hogwarts. But I decided to try tonight, it was killing me not to know what your reaction would be.” He shrugged as he put his hands in his pockets, mirroring my image. “So…now it’s out there. It’s up to you what you’d like to do.”
I couldn’t help but smile at Draco before looking down at the ground in front of me. I pushed around a stray pebble with the toe of my boot as I said, “If you promise not to stand me up, I’d like to go out on another date sometime.”
I could hear the smile in his voice as he responded, “Another date?”
“Well, yeah. First dates are way too awkward, we should just could today as ours and see where things go from there.”
“Okay, I’d like that a lot. I’ll send you the details of our next date when I come up with them.”
I giggled as I responded, “I’ll be waiting.”
I’ll be real, I was high while writing half of this so I’m sorry if it’s so bad.
summary: you happen to meet a friend from home as the summoner from another askr. alfonse worries what he really means to you.
Alfonse could still remember the sinking dread he felt the day you told him about your friend. You had met him through the arena, you told Alfonse. He was a friend ‘from home’, you’d said.
What did you mean by that? You were home, weren’t you? He was a friend from your world, sure, but not from home.
Home. What did it mean to you? Where did you think your home was?
He swallowed his worry.
A few days after that, you and Alfonse were supposed to have tea together. You’d planned the date weeks ago, and he had been looking forward to it for just as long. To be all alone with you… after how little he’d gotten to see you at all in the past days, he desired that more than ever.
Each time he asked around for you, you weren’t there. Each time he asked, the sinking feeling in his stomach got worse, and so did his guilt. Your friend made you happy, that was painfully obvious.
He came from your world, a place Alfonse has never even seen before. He knew things Alfonse could never even hope to understand. There was no divide between your friend and you. No difference in the way you spoke, no difference in the societal standards you had been raised in, no difference in the things you dreamed of and no difference in the air you’d grown up breathing.
Within this realm, the two of you shared a kind of bond that Alfonse could never, ever achieve with you.
It hurt, and it hurt even more because he cared so much, because it made him so… miserable. How dare he be upset that you found a friend you’d believed you lost? That you finally had someone that knew what you were talking about when you spoke of your world? Who was he to deny you that little bit of comfort?
But still, rational thoughts have always been doomed to lose against a heart in love.
As such, when he saw you approach him shyly, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves and refusing to meet his eyes… It stirred something inside of him, even if she should know better.
“Alfonse! I…” Why was your voice so quiet? Was everything okay? You seemed upset.
Apologetic. A part of him knew before you even spoke a word.
“Uh, so… My friend I told you about - He kind of invited me to have dinner at his castle today, and I… I know the two of us we’re going to have tea today, but… Do you think it’d be okay of we rescheduled, maybe?”
Alfonse felt his heart drop.
“Wh-what?” No! That wasn’t the right reaction. He shouldn’t be upset.
“Ah, I mean… of course.” He wanted to leave. Run away, so you wouldn’t see his chest shake with sobs he held in, leave so you wouldn’t see the way his hands had started shaking, leave so you wouldn’t hear his voice quiver when he spoke again.
Leave, but he couldn’t.
“Oh, really? Thank you!” You wrapped your arms around him and he froze. Before he could even think to return the hug, you were already off again, leaving him to wallow in the remnants of your warmth and his own biting loneliness.
'Would it be okay if we rescheduled?’ It echoed in his head. That’s what you had said.
And yet… 'I care about him more than I care about you.’ That must’ve been what you meant.
Alfonse felt his chest tighten. You were running through his hands, and there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to deny you your happiness, but it hurt him so, so much to see you slip away.
In the following days, Alfonse was barely able to fulfill any of his duties anymore. Nothing could have distracted him from the hollow emptiness in his chest when you weren’t around.
You were happy. Being with your friend made you happy. And what was he? Lonely. Scared. Empty, without you.
He remembered the first time he heard you crying in your room. Back then, you had only been in Askr for a little while and the two of you had barely even gotten to know each other. That day, you didn’t tell him what you had been crying about, but you allowed him to sit beside you until you felt better. The next time, you finally admitted to him that you were homesick. He hadn’t even really considered it before, but ever since then, Alfonse tried harder than ever before to make sure you could feel at least somewhat at home in Askr.
He knew you were always homesick. He knew being with your friend helped with that. He knew all of that, so why did it make him feel so terrible?
Things only really got worse from then on. You… You had asked Alfonse if he wanted to meet your friend, one evening. He agreed, of course, but the thought made his stomach turn. If you brought that boy into your castle, introduced him to Alfonse, as though… as though-…
The thought made him want to cry.
It wasn’t long until it actually happened, either. You’d brought your friend over through a portal, escorted by a hero from his world that left before either of you got a chance to speak to him.
Alfonse heard of your friends arrival an hour before he saw you. He knew you would want him to seek you out as soon as possible, but he didn’t think he was ready to face you two yet. If he saw you and him together, he would…
Still, it didn’t take you long to figure out he was in his room, gently knocking on his door. He allowed you in, fearfully expecting your friend to be there with you too.
“Alfonse!” You beamed at him.
Nothing about your behaviour had actually changed, and yet the things his anxious mind interpreted it to mean were entirely different from what he once hoped you might’ve thought of him.
“Good morning.” His smile was strained, his voice was hoarse. Would you notice?
“Are you coming?” You reached out your hand. He couldn’t find it in himself to take it.
You left before he did, and he took the second that granted him to collect as much of himself as he possibly could.
He was quick on your heel, and you lead him out to the garden where he saw a figure waiting. That was him, for sure.
Alfonse’s heart was heavy. He swore to himself that he would get through this, swore that he would welcome the friend you seemed to treasure so much and that he’d keep his feelings contained for at least one more day.
Alfonse swore it to himself, but as he watched you run off into your friend’s arms, his heart couldn’t take it anymore.
His feet were quicker than his mind, and before he could consider all the implications of such an action, he had already started running. Back towards the castle, towards his room, towards the storerooms, perhaps. He couldn’t say. He just wanted to leave.
When he finally came to a stop, he didn’t know how long he had running or how long it might’ve taken you to notice that he left. His chest was heaving, both from running and the sobs he was trying so desperately to swallow down.
Alfonse leaned back against the wall, hurriedly pressing a hand over his mouth as he felt the tears starting to fall.
Pathetic. He had to leave, leave before someone saw him here, saw him like this, but he couldn’t. All he could do was stand there and cry, pressing his hand against his mouth to quiet his desperate sobs.
He hadn’t heard you call after him when he left, and now he didn’t hear you approach him before it was already too late.
Your voice made him tense up, hiding his face behind his hands. This was the worst possible
outcome. How was he ever supposed to face you again after you saw him like this? And more, how was he supposed to explain this to you without… without telling you what you really meant to him? How-
“Alfonse… Please.” You gently placed your hands on his.
“Look at me.” Your voice was soft, comforting.
Hesitantly, his arms relaxed a bit and he let you remove his hands from his face. You took his hands in yours immediately.
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
Alfonse nodded, almost unwillingly.
You were so close to him. He wanted to tell you - not that he had any real choice, not with the way you were looking at him, the soft, caring tone of your voice, the feeling of your thumbs slowly tracing circles on his palms in an effort to ground him… There would’ve been nothing in the world that you couldn’t make him do.
“I’m-… I’m sorry…” He choked out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay. What’s going on? Please, I want to help you.” You… were you crying too? Of course. You’d told him once, how it was near impossible for you to see others cry without needing to cry yourself. That day, he thought it was adorable. Now, it just hurt even more.
“You… You shouldn’t have to see me like this, Summoner, I don’t-…I-…”
He took a deep breath, fully taking your hands into his.
“W-why do you like him more than me?” It escaped him, before he even had a chance to consider what those words actually meant.
“Oh…” Your voice broke off. Why didn’t you notice? Had he been carrying this around for all these weeks?
He stared into your eyes, desperately waiting for a real answer.
“Is that what you thought?”
He nodded sadly.
“God, I… I’m so sorry. Alfonse, of course- of course I don’t like him more than you!”
Alfonse had already been so convinced that he lost you, he never stopped to consider that maybe you didn’t see it that way at all.
“Alfonse.” You swallowed, face heating up.
Both of you spoke at the same time, uttered in the way only a secret that had been hidden for far too long could be.
“I love you!” Both of you were desperate, apologetic, hopeful, honest.
For a moment, neither of you said a word. Then a smile crept onto your face.
“You do!” You threw your arms around him.
“You love me! Oh, I…” He heard you giggle against his chest.
Alfonse looked down at you clinging to him. Out of all the reactions he feared you might have, he’d never truly expected this to be it. Hoped, of course, but never genuinely thought it possible. And yet you… returned his feelings? You weren’t mad? Disappointed? Disgusted?
“Did you mean it?” He whispered, heart once more faster than his mind.
You look up at him.
“Did I… Of course! Of course, I love you!” You laughed airily, voice full of nervous relief.
Alfonse’s eyes light up.
“Can… Can I kiss you?”
Oh, how often he’d wanted to ask you that. How often he’d wondered how you would reply, how your lips would feel against his. How often he’d worried what you’d think if you knew… And it was all so simple. It had been all along.
Gently, he placed his hand on the back of your head. He felt you tense up and grab onto his free hand.
When his lips finally meet yours, it’s everything he’d hoped for and more. You’re soft and warm and he can feel your breath on his face and your hand tighten around his and your hair brushing against his cheek and-
When you pull away breathlessly your face is just as red as his. You giggle shyly and his heart swells once more.
You had always been so easy to love.
this actually took so much longer than it should have cus i had a whole different ending planned out but then i read the request again and realized it wasnt supposed to be yandere at all so i had to change the whole ending and now idk if its any good at all waaah
(but also.. on that note… if anyone would actually want to read the yandere ending as well.. yk i could definitely arrange that…hehe)
#if u think the pacing of this sucks... youre absolutely right and its bcus i am a shit writer #i SWEAR i wanted this to be super good #but is it? #pretty sure this is the first time ive written anything that isnt yandere at ALL #and hmm.. its definitely fun too but i cant help but feel that im substantially worse at this! #idk everything i wrote here just seems kind of.. cliche? or cheesy? idk!! #but i can already feel writers block creeping on anyways so maybe thats it #anyways!! #tagz#x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem heroes #feh #alfonse fire emblem #alfonse feh#alfonse fe #alfonse x reader #fire emblem#reader insert#imagine #fire emblem imagine #god how do i tag stuff without the word yandere.. this is weird #feh x reader #fire emblem heroes x reader
Like the four previous years, George finds himself standing on platform nine and three quarters. Unlike all of the other students, though, George is in no hurry to get on the train. He’s leaning against a wall, staring longingly down the platform, scanning every new face that arrives, his heart rising and falling with every single one, until…
Warnings: some cursing, heavy making out and implied sexual themes
Request: hiii!!! can I request a fic? Either with George or Lupin (if you’re comfortable with him, I’d prefer him) with a hufflepuff reader? playing in the snow together all fluff like them you have to “warm each other up” with extra activities. Thank you! ❣️
A/N: Didn’t know if you wanted the fic to be set in the marauders era or not, but i felt like it fit more in there! Also, I kinda feel like wrote a little off your suggest, but hopefully you still like it!
The first snow had arrived, you just knew it. The blanket flew from the bed in no time as you hurried to get dressed. Your dormmates groaned in their beds as you threw on your winter coat and made your way out to the staircase. Out there was no other than your friend Remus leaning to a wall. You ran faster, grabbed his arm, and began to drag him outside. “Really, Y/N? Not even breakfast first?” he whined following you. “There’s no time for that, there’s snow outside!” you answered letting the boy know that there was no room for negotiation. “The snow is not going to disappear anywhere, you know?” Remus laughed. “Can’t take any chances” you hummed as you two reached the courtyard. There was a heavy coating of fresh snow. The trees were covered and after leaving the gloomy hallways the brightness almost made your eyes hurt. “I bet the lake is frozen, too. Come on, let’s go!” you suggested, and started running towards the forest. “Y/N, the forest doesn’t go from forbidden to allowed during the mornings!” Remus called out but followed the path behind you. “Jesus Remus, don’t be such a baby!” you teased while gathering a bunch of snow into your hands and throwing it towards the boy.
After a fast walk filled with some snowball fights, you found yourselves looking at the lakeshore. You started to walk down the hill when all of a sudden you slipped on a frozen part of the ground. “Shit!” you yelled as you tumbled your way down the hill. “Y/N, you okay?” Remus yelled as he tried not to fall on the way down. You laid on the ground covered in snow greatly regretting the fact that you had been too busy to shut your coat. You shivered as you tried to shake some snow out of your sweater. “Are you hurt?” the boy inquired as he tried to help you. “Yeah, just cold,” you admitted, looking into his worrying eyes. Remus smiled sweetly to you, as he shook the rest of the residue off your hood. You had a massive crush on the Gryffindor boy ever since the third year when you spilled a potion on his lap. Remus had been so nice about it, he had even offered to help you make the thing again. Three years had passed since that, and every day you fell more in love with the brown-haired boy. Another shiver woke you up from your daydream. “Come on, Y/N. You’re freezing, let’s get back to the castle” Remus said taking your hand into his. Somehow the cold had made your brains stop working because before you even knew what you were doing, your lips were on Remus’s. Remus quickly drew his face away from yours, and your heart sank. “Fuck, Remus, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m just gonna- I’m gonna go” you mumbled as you tried to escape the situation but with no luck. Remus was still holding your hand and he drew you back to him. Without saying a word the boy crashed his lips into yours with a force you thought couldn’t ever exist in a guy as shy as him. You smiled into the kiss and buried your hands into his hair. Remus guided your back into the nearest tree while holding tightly to your hips. Letting out a small moan, you felt a tongue exploring your mouth. After what felt like forever, you let each other breathe. “I was just caught by surprise, Y/N. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to kiss you” Remus whispered as he moved a piece of hair behind your ear. “Really?” you asked with a surprised look on your face. “You really have not noticed how much I adore you, Y/N?” Remus asks you with a confused look on his face. “I thought you just saw me as your friend” you admitted shyly. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” the boy said sincerely. You closed the gap between you once again and placed your lips on his. The kiss started sweet but quickly turned more passionate than before. Remus placed his hand on your neck and lifted your head for a better position. He started to kiss his way to your neck, from where he found a sweet spot in no time. You whimpered under his touch and drew your hips closer to his. Remus moaned into your ear as he placed his thigh between your legs. You could feel the tightness in the boy’s pants, which only made you roll your hips into his more eagerly. “S-shit, Y/N” Remus whispered while leaving love bites into your neck. His hand had now found the side of your breast and was slowly bruising the skin, which made you shiver. “You’re really freezing, Y/N. We really should go before you catch a cold” Remus said softly. “You’re probably right” you admit with disappointment in your voice. “You know, I can think of a few ways we could get warm really fast once we’re inside” Remus suggests with a smirk on his face. You smile at him with excitement inside of you. “My roommates are probably having breakfast right now” you imply with a wink. “Sounds like we’re heading to the Hufflepuff dorms, then,” Remus says as he takes you into his arms and leads the way out of the forest.
Letting out a slow and steady exhale, you listened on silently as the sound of horses drew nearer, doing nothing to change your position or flee as many of the towns folk, had begged you to, most of them having grown fond of your presence over the years, despite your unnerving gift and somewhat strange personality.
There was no need to risk anyone else’s life, not when you knew exactly who these people were, and what they were here for.
In truth, you’d known that this day was coming for a long time, and unfortunately, you knew it was something you couldn’t avoid. No matter what actions you took, or how hard you struggled against the inevitable, each path would always lead to the same destination.
Sighing softly as you heard the group come to a stop before your seemingly relaxed form, you lifted your head, meeting the gaze of their rather striking leader, their expression filled with wariness, curiosity, and something you couldn’t quite place. The instant your eyes locked fully, you felt your breath hitch, an odd feeling forming in your chest as the visions suddenly flickered and warped, before fading obediently into the background, leaving your mind quiet and peaceful for the first time since you were a mere babe.
….And for but a moment, you couldn’t help but wonder if your fate wasn’t entirely set in stone, after all.
IMAGINE: INTRODUCING SHURI, YOUR GIRLFRIEND, TO HALLOWEEN.
Shuri grins as the two of you walk through your neighbourhood, looking at all the houses decked out in Halloween decorations. She snickers as the two of you stop in front of one house, full of bedsheet ghosts, and she remarks, “What on Earth is this supposed to be?”
“A ghost.” you chuckle, looping your arm through hers. Resting your chin on her shoulder, you begin to explain, “You know, for Halloween—”
“I know it’s for Halloween.” Shuri laughs, patting your arm. “I’m just saying, it’s a terrible ghost. I could make something better.”
Title: The One Where House Wants to Cause Trouble (Which is Nothing New)
Pairing: James Wilson X (House’s Sibling) Reader
Requested: Nope! But please send in requests!
Word Count: 903 words
Warning(s): Awkwardness, gossip, a little bit of yelling
Summary: Gregory House is… an ass. After James ends up getting a divorce and House gets bored, James and House’s sibling find themselves in the middle of a rumor that seems senseless… but very “House” in nature.
Author’s Note: I started rewatching House M.D. and James Wilson became my favorite. Also, this takes place around the end of season 2 or early season 3. The reader in this is an early version of an original character that I’ve been throwing around for a little while.
“(Y/n),” I looked up from the file that I was double-checking when Cuddy walked in. “Can we talk?”
“Will I get fired if I say no,” I asked. She blinked at me. “I’m kidding. Come on in.”
“I just have a quick question,” she chuckled before crossing her arms. “I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but… did you and James sleep together?”
“Excuse me,” my eyes went wide. “James as in Dr. James Wilson? The newly divorced James?”
“No,” I shook my head. “No. That didn’t happen. Why are you asking?”
“There’s just been a lot of gossip around the hospital,” she said. I sighed.