Crowd Pleaser

Originally posted by blessedbyharrystyles

A/N: This is a requested imagine about y/n being Harry’s girlfriend and one night she decides to watch the concert from the crowd and it gets Harry a lil excited *wink wink* 

Warning: smut, a lil daddy kink

Word count: 2.1k

If there was one thing you never got tired of, it was watching Harry perform. He completely transformed when he stepped on the stage. His soft, demure demeanor morphing into that of 70s rock star. The way he danced around the stage, getting lost in every song made you weak in the knees.

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Fire & Ice~ Chanyeol/EXO mafia au (part.1)

Summary: being suddenly thrown into the world of guns and violence and torture wasn’t something you had planned to take over your life. But, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. In this world, there’s only retribution; no such thing as sentiments, or love. But…what is this strange, warm sensation you’re feeling when meeting this mysterious man and his friends? Could he get close enough to see who you really are, under this icy exterior? After all, you are the ruler. And this is your kingdom.

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader/ Exo x reader 

Words: 3,6k

TW: guns, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mafia related violence- you know the drill~ 

If there is one thing in this violent, lust-filled world that you cherished and looked most forward to, it would have to be those quiet moments in the middle of the night. Where the usual nightlife is practically almost leaking through your bedroom, making you almost forget all those fake smiles and idle, sneaky threats woven into their conversations under the dim lights of the many downstairs rooms.

Those moments when, if you closed your eyes tight and long enough, it was almost as if your life was normal. But it was far from it.

And this particular night, however, did not include any peaceful moments; even if you did just slip away for a bit while no one noticed.

Claire De Lune” can be quietly heard playing from your vinyl record player, loud enough to almost drown out the chitchat and the music, though you suspected no one was dancing anyway.  

In deep thought, you absentmindedly looked around the dark bedroom, though it barely resembled a bedroom as it is. When you had first acquired it, it was an office with a huge, and quite honestly hideous table, you thought, with just a large leather couch facing it. Though it is- had been- your father’s old study, you had thought it best to erase any remaining personal touches of his, and his…multiple wives.

Not to say that the room looks like it should be featured in Home & Style or anything, but it sure had its charms. Plus, you never dared to use your old bedroom after everything that’s happened. Growing up too fast, that is.

You took a sharp breath and gathered the bed sheets into your fist lightly, wishing you’d drank another martini or two to keep you steady. It’s not that you were necessarily a heavy drinker, or a drinker at all…but your nerves seemed to always get the best of you when there’s work and pressure involved.

Usually you’d make light of these situations, thinking to yourself of how much bloodshed is avoided now that you were the head of this family, instead of your rather brutal and unforgiving father. You shuddered.

Best not think about that, not tonight.

It was only right, since the old man and those hags weren’t around anymore, you thought.

It belonged to you now, and so does the whole estate. Not mentioning the other areas in and around the state and this side of the country, of course.

A sudden knock interrupted your fast train of thought. Blinking drowsiness out of your heavy lids, you quickly shuffled off the king-sized bed and fixed your now wrinkled black dress. You always seemed to be getting lost in your collection of classical music, whether it’s zoning out or completely falling asleep- you mostly blamed that on the job, though. 

Before you could walk over to the ancient vinyl player and take the record off, you sighed out of annoyance as the knocking seemed to get louder and more aggravating.

“Yes, I’m coming….Jesus Christ.”

Throwing open the door probably wasn’t the best idea, having nearly been trampled over by your Second. The loud music and banter from downstairs made you slightly lightheaded, and the brightly dimmed hallway and staircase made you wince. Maybe you did have a couple drinks too many.

Normally he’d apologize for being clumsy, since it’s nothing new; but after securing your fall with his strong arms, his eyes bore into yours as soon as he closed the door behind him. Before you could even get a clear look at his face, you could tell Luhan was frowning.

“They’re here.” He announced. 

Sighing softly as you stepped out of his grip, you nodded.

“Well, they’re late. I thought they’d know by now that I don’t take liking to this behavior.” You said, your posture now straight, unlike when you were hunched over on the edge of the bed just a minute ago.

Luhan breathed a husky laugh.

“Y/n, come on. You don’t have to act like that, it’s just me. I know you have to keep this cold front in front of the families and the workers, but you do know that I’m just going to make fun of you for it, kiddo.” He laughed again, this time brushing your tousled hair out of your face. 

You smiled, knowing he always sees right through your tough act. You had known Luhan for nearly 10 years, when you and your father had traveled to China for some ‘business related projects’, as you recall him saying.

Luhan just so happened to be the son of one of your late father’s closest friend as well, so it was inevitable that you two were to become close in just like them. As it came to the time when your father passed away, he was there through it all: funeral arrangements and arrangement of the new family hierarchy. 

He had known you were never truly close with him, because it was obvious that he had cared more about the business and keeping the family than to have spent any real father-daughter time or teach you anything worth of value besides learning how to use a gun and how to carve with a knife… especially since you’ve never met your mother, but that’s a topic you’ve always chosen to avoid.

You had certainly gotten to know him better over the five years that you’ve been Head of the family. He quickly took to your liking because of his humor and brotherly behavior, so much so that you named him as your Second in command, or assistant, when you took over.

He’s been standing by your side for years and always knew what was expected of him, and he was certainly the best at his job. Luhan became a natural for handling these violent ordeals when you didn’t have it in you to.

“I’m serious, though, y/n. They’re here and they’re…. Well, not pleased, I don’t think. Marina says there has been another attack at their joint near the South Beach. That’s the third time this month.”

His shoulders slouched visibly. Now that your eyes adjusted to the dark again, you could tell he looked a bit tired and sleep-deprived. 

Before you could scold him on his reoccurring health problems, you decided to face the issue at hand.

“And they’re not seriously blaming us again, are they?” The Weltons family was full of snakes and liars, but they were partners that you could not afford to lose. Your father made that clear before his untimely passing. Their investments and private work with fuel conglomerates has brought you an immense amount of money from partnering with them.

They weren’t rivals; though they aren’t exactly your best or first choice to work with. Apparently their bars and casinos across the coast have been attacked and vandalized by a rival family, and they’ve set up for a meeting at your place of work to discuss it.

Seems like an improper time, if you ask me. Tonight, of all nights? On Lu’s birthday?

More than once, Marina Welton had casually pointed her fingers, figuratively and literally, at you.

“You’ve spies, I know it. Everyone’s been chatting, and this is not good for business, dear, not good.” You recall her drunkenly stating one night, with her annoyingly low-pitched, aristocratic British accent. Of course it sounded like she was accusing you, no matter how sugar-coated and empathetic she tried to be during those meetings. 

You heard Luhan sigh and hold his composure. He’s well aware of the fact that you absolutely hated her guts, along with her scummy family. What right does she have to point fingers at you, when the whole city is practically overflowing with spies of the dozen mafia that surround it?

Though it made your blood boil, you had to once again redeem yourself in front of those bigots.

“I don’t know, but it’s probably best to keep them happy and just call her bluff.” He shrugged, falling into step behind you as you walked down the steps into the huge living area that was now filled with countless familiar faces buzzing about from one conversation to the next.

“Fine, but if I have to hear her shrill laugh one more time as she tries flirting with you, then I’ll be making some huge decision to let you go.” He rolled his eyes at your statement, though you couldn’t see. 

Luhan was popular among the ladies, well- everyone, to be honest. No matter how much of a low-key and mysterious image that he tries to keep, he can’t help but befriending everyone who has the guts to flirt with him.

But since you remembered that tonight was his birthday, and this was in fact a party for him, you slightly let go of your annoyance at the bodies colliding into you as you made your way to where Ms. Welton was currently standing.

Noticing a few heads bowing in respect in your presence made you oddly aware of the power you truly held in the room. Some, even mumbling your name as they bowed, “Y/n” or “Ms. Y/l/n”. It wasn’t something that was easy to get used to, it still isn’t.

The fifty-something year old blonde woman noticed you approaching and slightly waved her delicate fingers over, as if you were an old friend whom she hasn’t gossiped with in a while.

You mustered up the sweetest smile, hoping it was convincing enough to keep things friendly.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave. I’ll go have a couple more drinks and forget about the fact that someone might get shot tonight, wish me luck.” Luhan whispered in your ear.

“I’ll keep an eye on you, don’t worry.” He winked when he saw you genuinely smiling, and walked off to the makeshift bar area.

Quickly though, your smile wore off. Damn. You had seriously forgotten to wish him a happy birthday.

You made a mental note to speak with him later and apologize, even though you could picture him chuckling and brushing it off as he does most things. He was never the serious or grudge-holding type. 

As the night proceeded and you went on to share your, quite fabricated, concerns with Ms. Welton, people seemed to take off and call it a day. You silently thanked the heavens that she didn’t make a scene in front of everyone- you noticed the broad shouldered, black suited men standing in nearly every corner, surely guns in their hidden holsters. And they weren’t your men. The papers wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks if she had, lord knows.

Through her boring chitchat and passive comments, you began to look around the room to distract yourself instead, as she spoke to some other gentlemen that stood in your circle.

On your right, you saw that Luhan was now seated on a rather small love seat with two women, and one was obviously drunk from the way she kept leaning on him and baring her violently white teeth in an attempt to look sultry.

You quietly laughed seeing his disgusted face when he smelled her alcohol breath.

Already anticipated his complaining, you thought.

To the slight center of the room, you could faintly make out the silhouette of a man… a very tall man, it seemed. Half of his face wasn’t visible, seeing as he was about 20 feet away. He held a champagne glass in one hand while the other was tucked deep into his pocket. He looked about the room, not really focusing on anything, and sipped on the contents of his glass every few seconds.

Still, it made you shudder just looking at his stature for some reason. Clearly, judging by the fact that no one was stood next to him or even glanced in his direction, he came here alone.

What are you doing around these parts, lone wolf?

And yet… There was something about the way he stood by himself that made him look powerful. He was probably some business associate of one of the guests here. You don’t recall seeing him anywhere.

I wonder which one of Luhan’s friends it is, I’ve never seen him. Quickly looking away, it dawned on you that he probably saw you staring.

How embarrassing. Why did that make you blush, though? 

You brushed it off, taking another sip of the disgustingly strong drink that was shoved in your hand by one of the maids earlier. These heels were getting uncomfortable and honestly, it was getting a bit too late for your liking. Having these dangerous men and this woman here made you slightly nervous.

“Well, it seems like everyone’s already heading home at this late hour. Would you gentleman like for one of our cars to escort you home? Madam?” You looked around the older people that were stood around you, hoping they’d agree and just leave already.

Three or four men shook their heads and politely declined, taking your hand and kissing it one by one in the process.

“Ah, time has passed so quickly, my dear y/n.” An older man, whom you could recognize his thick Italian accent from anywhere, said brightly. His name didn’t seem to register in your fuzzy memory at the moment, though. You figured he’d tell stories and reminisce about your father all night if he didn’t leave now. 

That sickly sweet smile still remained on your lips, as you shook their hands and watched them gather their coats and head out the double doors to their cars. Ms. Welton was the last to shake your hand, and you thought she probably wasn’t intending to leave.

“I’ve had a wonderful time, darling. We really must get together some time, just the two of us.” She smirked, knowing you’d have to agree at some point.

“Yes, of course. I am very sorry about what happened to your place, Ms. Welton. I truly hope we’ve… come to a sort of agreement, yes?” You asked, hopefully.

She inhaled deeply, and you could’ve swore she rolled her eyes in discontent for a split second.

“Absolutely, don’t even worry about it, love. We’ll soon find who the culprit is, and you’ll be sure to be there when we catch them. They’ll regret ever starting this war, I assure you. Well, you go on and get some sleep. Do pass my message onto Lu, tell him I said to call me later, alright?” she winked, pressing a light kiss to both your cheeks before heading out the doors.

You took a deep breath and fought your hardest not to run out there and smack her senseless. What business would your Second have in calling her? The nerve of that old woman. 

Before you could picture any intricate ways of murdering her, you nearly ran into a guest as he was about to make his way out.

“Oh, forgive me… I’m sorry! I didn’t see you, I-“

Quickly looking up, you could see it was the man you were eyeing from before. A little bit shaken and confused, you took a step back. Now you were sure you’ve never seen him before, and you had the whole room memorized. 

His auburn hair was slightly curly and tousled, and you could tell he was just as entranced when looking at you, as if you were a mysterious bug that he just discovered. His large eyes and pointy ears almost had a childlike look about him, but his aura said otherwise.

‘I’m dangerous. Don’t mess with me.’

“Ha, it’s fine. We were just leaving.” His companion said when he noticed you two clearly not moving.

You blinked quickly and glanced at the shorter man by his side. He had black hair that was slicked back very carefully and elegantly, with a jawline that could cut through a brick. His eyes were very stern, despite the lips that curled at both ends even without a smile. He was very handsome, you had to admit, though you didn’t recall seeing him earlier.

He looked at you in anticipation, awaiting your response.

“No, no, it’s my fault, I apologize. I’m sorry, have we met before?” You asked. 

Decisively not looking at the taller man, you aimed the question at his princely looking friend. He looked shocked that you asked, he had probably just wanted you to move out of the way so that they could quickly leave.

What’s the rush? 

Clearing his throat and fixing his tie, he voiced, “I don’t believe so, no. I’m Mr. Kim, this is my friend here, Mr. Park. We came by personal invitation from Mr. Luhan. I do hope we didn’t disturb you by our unfamiliar presence?”

No, not yours at least, you thought.

“Of course not, everyone who’s a friend to Luhan is a friend of mine. I hope you’ve enjoyed the party, I apologize for not being a good host and not introducing myself earlier. I’m y/n.” You smiled, this time looking at this Mr. Park as well, who seemed to still be staring at you in awe.

He snapped out of it, though, when seeing your stretched out hand. He reached out and gave it a firm shake, maybe holding it a second too long.

It was strange that he maintained eye contact with you this whole time, while his friend seemed to be in a rush to leave.

“No doubt, we’ve heard about you. It’s very nice finally putting a face to a name.” Mr. Kim smiled after quickly shaking your hand.

That’s odd, it almost sounds sinister.

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other often. Well, have great night. The party was lovely.” He stood by the door, glancing up at his friend often. Mr. Park nodded, looking back at him.

“Yes, thank you for having us. Good night.” He finally said something!

You didn’t know why that suddenly made you giddy, but his voice almost awakened something within you. It was strange, kind of husky yet soft. Stern but lovely all the same….

After they ascended down the front steps to the cars, you kicked yourself for not asking how they knew Luhan. 

“What did those guys say to you?” Speak of the devil.

You turned to look at your friend, who now seemed to look a little drunk and out of place with his disheveled hair. You’d reprimand him later for deciding to get intimate with those women in front of all these people.

You shrugged, wanting to be nonchalant and hoping he didn’t pick up on your weird behavior with those men.

“Nothing. They just introduced themselves, I’ve never seen them before. Hey, where do you know them from? I didn’t know you had people send out personal invitations, I thought that was my job?” You questioned, waving goodbye to those final people who are now stepping into their cars and driving away.

He ignored your question, instead taking a champagne glass from one of the passing maids. Chugging it full, he took a deep sigh a few seconds later, as if trying to collect his thoughts.

“Alright, you’re all done for the night, go home. Be here first thing in the morning, I expect this place to be spotless when I come back.” He ordered at no one in particular, but the maids and the bartenders all seemed to catch the hint and picked up whatever they could and all left through the same direction towards the kitchen.

“Tsk tsk tsk, what’s your problem? Oh- is it because I didn’t wish you a happy birthday? Lu, I’m sorry…I’ve just been so busy this whole day. I just wanted to get away when the party started, I should’ve said something.” He looked at you, his mood now lightened just a bit.

He chuckled, just as you’d expected, and pulled you into his arms.

“Agh, I’m not mad at anything, especially not you. I mean, you threw this huge party for me, no one got shot, I almost got laid…..” 

“Almost?” You laughed at him rolling his eyes.

“Yes, don’t say anything. I don’t know, I just wasn’t feeling it. I saw some people who I didn’t want to see- never mind.” He shook his head and smiled at you, though not really making eye contact.

“Yeah, those guys are a couple friends I knew from the city.” He shrugged, still avoiding your eyes.

“They’re just normal guys, don’t worry. Not involved with anyone.” He quickly added when noticing your warning look.

“I mean, I don’t know, I barely know them but I thought they’d be a good laugh to invite.”

“Yeah, they seemed like total party goers.” You rolled your eyes as you stepped back inside and pulled the uncomfortable shoes off your feet. If anything, it looked like neither of them wanted to be here.

“Who are they, anyway?” Yet again, Luhan ignored your question.

“Look, I don’t feel like being interrogated tonight. I’m gonna head home to my apartment, don’t feel like sleeping here. Thanks for everything, y/n, really.” He kissed the top of your head after grabbing his jacket.

“Oh, and tell me all about your little chat with Welton tomorrow, okay? Good night, sweet dreams.”

The sound of the double doors closing loudly behind him left a sinking feeling in your stomach. You felt strangely alone.

You huffed loudly.

What’s the matter with him? Why’s he acting so strange all of the sudden? Is it because of those two guys earlier? Why was that man staring at me like that, anyway?

And why was your heart skipping a beat every time his handsome face came into your mind?


‘Dad, why do we never talk about Alec’s dad?’ Naya asked when they were on their way home.

Tay shrugged, 'Because there’s not much to talk about.’

'Who was he?’ his daughter didn’t give up.

He didn’t plan to share all the details of gruesome adult life that laid ahead of her. He always told himself it’s too early for that. He was also afraid that one day it would be too late for that.

'You know, I heard the sweets obsession may result in curiosity increase. I think you may have that. We need to see a doctor.’ He tousled her hair a little.

'I’m not curious at all, I swear!’ Naya exclaimed right away forgetting everything about Alec’s father. Kids always were so simple to handle.

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nude wars | pt.1 (m)

» pairings: yoongi x reader x jungkook

» genre: smut, touches of fluff / frat!yoonkook

» word count: 4,458

» description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad — Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).

Nine texts, four missed calls, several snaps, one voice mail — who the fuck leaves voicemails?

The notifications flashed across the home screen of your phone after your blurry and sleep-deprived eyes managed to locate the button to stop your shrieking alarm that was set for six-thirty in the goddamn morning. The early wake-up time due to the fact that it was your turn to trudge through the morning shift at the café you worked at — now that was what you called a simple cause and effect. You have the morning shift, so you set your alarm earlier than usual. It was simple, however as your thumb rested against the screen of your phone, the previously mentioned notifications continuing to stare back at you with urging enticement, you once again wondered how this particular cause and effect had come to fruition.

Your teeth caught hold of your bottom lip, bearing down on the tender flesh as your heart began to rapidly beat against your chest. Ragged sighs invaded your lungs as you pressed your thumb against the home button of the device. It unlocked, revealing what you of course already knew would be there. The small red dots that indicated how many missed alerts you had received throughout the night. It was with a deep breath that you pressed down on the first icon to rid yourself of the notification that held the least weight.

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The first time the team sees Andrew and Neil kiss is in the airport when Neil is about to leave to go see Uncle Stuart.

  • No one trusts Neil to actually go visit Uncle Stuart
  • So the whole team (including Wymack and Abby) goes to the airport with him to make sure he actually gets on the plane he says he is going to get on this time
  • Even Aaron shows up in time to come along, although he doesn’t say a word to Neil and mostly looks completely uninterested in anything to do with Neil
  • But he does glance to check that Neil is actually headed for the right plane
  • Andrew meant to get Neil alone to say his goodbyes before Neil left, but that did not work out
  • From the moment they woke up to the moment Neil has to leave them at the airport, they do not get a single second alone together
  • They wake up to a big breakfast Nicky made specifically for Neil
  • And by the time they’ve eaten, the upperclassmen are streaming into the room while Neil is still getting ready
  • Their room is so full and the upperclassmen are looking around at the monsters’ dorm room and chattering away at Neil
  • Dan makes Neil promise to call and check in every night
  • Matt insists that if anything goes even remotely wrong or if Neil needs anything, that Neil should call him right away
  • Allison tells him, “Try and come back looking like you weren’t on the wrong end of a meat tenderizer this time.”
  • Renee wishes Neil luck on his trip and says how they’ll all miss him
  • She also keeps an eye on Andrew who is standing back from everyone else

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“Skywalker, by contrast, looked every bit the HoloNet hero he was supposed to be. He seemed to tower over his companions, as though he had somehow gotten even taller in the months since Mace had seen him last. His hair was tousled, his color was high, and his walk still had the grounded grace of a natural fighter, but there was something new in his physicality: in the way he moved his head, perhaps, or the way the weight of Palpatine’s arm on his shoulder seemed somehow to belong there … or something less definable. Some new ease, new confidence. An aura of inner power. Presence.” - Revenge of the Sith, Matthew Stover

The Faerie Aesthetic
  • soft dresses in earthy tones, perhaps slightly worn at the edges
  • little scratches and cuts below your knees from thistles and brambles
  • hair loose and uninhibited, tousled slightly by the wind
  • hopping across stones over babbling brooks
  • running barefoot through grass and woodland
  • collecting wildflowers in a little straw basket
  • quietly humming and singing nonsensical rhymes
  • making daisy chains
  • rosy cheeks, pink lips and big eyes
  • flowers in hair and ribbons around wrists and ankles
  • laughing childishly, unprovoked and unrestrained
  • making small jam sandwiches cut into triangles, and eating them in picnics in the woods
  • dancing freely, twirling and laughing and stumbling without thought
  • secrets and mischief 

concept: joseph’s hair isn’t soft. it isn’t coarse. it’s rock hard from all of the hairspray he uses (to achieve that effortlessly tousled look.) his kids have thrown things at his head and they just ricocheted off of it. one time, he tried to run his fingers through it, but they got stuck and it took him 10 minutes to get them out.

The Dragon and His Knight

“C’mon, Teddy, it’s time to sleep,” Harry said for about the millionth time that night.

“No! I don’t want to sleep. I want to see Draco,” Teddy responded stubbornly. The four year old crossed his arms and scowled at his godfather.

Harry sighed a long suffering sigh. “Teddy, I’m sure Draco is busy grading papers. We don’t want to interrupt him.”

“Yes we do!” Teddy said.

For the past two hours, Harry had been trying to get the little menace to go to bed, but Teddy kept insisting that he wouldn’t comply until he got to visit his cousin, Draco. Harry was reluctant to bring Teddy to Professor Malfoy’s rooming quarters for more than one reason. The first reason being that, like he said, he was sure Draco would be grading papers and would get ornery if someone interrupted his work. The second reason was that Harry had no idea where he stood with Draco after what happened yesterday. Harry hoped that he hadn’t completely ruined his and Draco’s friendship by kissing him, especially since that friendship meant so much to him.

“Please, Harry,” Teddy begged.

Harry weighed his options. On the one hand, he could refuse to bring Teddy to visit Draco, which would mean Harry would get about four hours of sleep, and probably fall asleep in the middle of a Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture tomorrow. On the other hand, if he did bring Teddy to visit Draco, he would have to see Draco, and talk to Draco, and try to hide the fact that he was incredibly, stupidly in love with Draco.

But then Teddy made the choice for Harry by screaming at the top of his lungs, “I won’t go to sleep until we see Draco!”

“Shh, Teddy,” Harry said. He hurriedly covered Teddy’s mouth with his hand. Harry was really not in the mood to get reprimanded by McGonagall for waking up the entire school. “We’ll go see Draco, okay? But we’re going to be very quiet, and we’re only going to stay for a little bit.”

“Yay!” Teddy said when Harry removed his hand. His hair changed from an angry red into a bright turquoise.

Harry led Teddy through the empty, dark halls of Hogwarts, holding him by the hand to prevent the child from sprinting ahead. When they reached the door to Draco’s room in the dungeons, Teddy said excitedly, “I’ll hide behind you, so I can surprise him!” Harry smiled at Teddy’s enthusiasm, even though he was still quite irritated with the boy.

Harry took a deep breath and then knocked on Draco’s door. He heard a muffled “fuck” on the other side of the door.

“What do you want?” Draco’s sharp voice sounded from inside.

Harry didn’t say anything, as he was afraid Draco wouldn’t open the door if he knew who it was, so he knocked again.

“For Merlin’s sake,” Draco said irritably, and the door to his quarters swung open reveal a flustered, pajama-cladden Draco. “Harry,” Draco said. He looked- and sounded -just as surprised to see Harry as Harry was to see him. Well, Harry wasn’t exactly surprised to see Draco, but he was surprised to see the state that Draco was in. His normally groomed-to-perfection blond hair was all ruffled and messed up, sticking out at awkward angles. Draco’s pajamas consisted of a white cotton t-shirt that was just tight enough to show off his lean, muscled frame, and pants with a small pattern on them that suspiciously resembled Harry’s glasses and scar. Frankly, Draco was adorable and sexy at the same time, and the sight was nearly enough to make Harry swoon.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Potter?” Draco asked, pulling Harry out of a fantasy in which he was running his fingers through Draco’s tousled hair.

“Language,” Harry replied, remembering that Teddy was also there.

“Language? Are you serious, Potter? I’ve heard you say much worse. And by the way, you didn’t answer my ques-”
Draco was cut off by Teddy abruptly jumping out from behind Harry and shouting, “Surprise!” The little boy ran towards Draco and hugged his legs. His hair was now the same platinum color of Draco’s.

“Teddy,” Draco said, shocked. He looked from Teddy to Harry, confusion in his eyes.

“Andromeda made last minute plans to go on a date and asked me to take Teddy for the night,” Harry explained, looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact. “Anyways, Teddy refused to go to bed unless he got to visit you.”

“Andromeda is dating?”

Harry laughed. That was not the question he was expecting. “I suppose so.”

“Who?” Draco asked.

“Er, I don’t know. She’s your aunt, after all. Shouldn’t you know who she’s dating?”

Draco shrugged. He smiled down at Teddy and bent down to pick him up. And, no, Harry definitely did not look at Draco’s arse when he bent down. He did not. And he certainly did not wish he could touch Draco’s arse. And when Draco lifted Teddy to rest at his hip, Harry was not admiring Draco’s arm muscles. And if he was, it was completely innocent. There was no way Harry was imagining Draco’s arms pinning Harry to a bed.

“I’m glad you came to visit me,” Draco said to Teddy with a smile.

“Me too,” Teddy said. “I wish I could live at Hogwarts and be with you and Harry all the time.”

Draco chuckled. “That would be an adventure.”

Harry was beginning to feel awkward so he said to Teddy, “Well, now that you’ve seen Draco, are you ready to go to bed?”

“No!” Teddy replied instantly, clinging to Draco. “Draco has to tell me a story first. He tells the best stories.”

Harry looked to Draco, who just grinned with a shrug. “It’s true,” Draco said. “Uh, you can come inside if you want.”

Harry’s heart immediately started being faster at the thought of being in Draco’s room. “Sure,” Harry said, careful not to sound too eager.

Draco moved to the side to let Harry in and then shut the door. Harry surveyed the room in awe. The far wall was completely made of glass, and on the other side of the glass was the green-tinted water of the Black Lake. There wasn’t much to look at, just some seaweed and and fish, but it was beautiful anyway. Teddy ran over to look out at the lake as Harry turned his attention to the furniture in the room. Draco’s bed was near the glass wall, and so were his wardrobe and trunk. More in the middle of the room was a fireplace, a sofa, and two armchairs. Harry jealously wondered who Draco invited over to sit in those armchairs. The part of the room that Harry was standing in seemed to be Draco’s personal potions lab. There was a desk covered in papers, and a long table with a cauldron and many potions ingredients on it.

“What do you think?” Draco suddenly asked. Somehow he had ended up standing right next to Harry.

Harry shivered at the close proximity and answered honestly, “It’s nice.”

Draco seemed pleased. He smiled and even blushed a little. “Thanks. Guess I should give Teddy that story now.”

Harry nodded. He watched Draco walk over to Teddy and silently admired the elegance in Draco’s movements.

Five minutes later, Harry and Draco were settled in the armchairs and Teddy was nestled between a thick layer of blankets and the soft cushions of Draco’s sofa. Draco was deep in a story about a beautiful silver dragon that was being hunted down by the people in a nearby kingdom, because the dragon was thought to be dangerous.

“The people had no way of knowing that the dragon was really a handsome prince that had been cursed to be a dragon until he met his true love,” Draco was saying. Teddy looked at his cousin with reverence, hanging onto his every word. Draco didn’t notice that Harry was doing the same. “So the king chose one of his knights, the most brave and noble one, to go find the dragon and slay it.”

Teddy gasped. “No,” he whispered.

“The knight did as he was told and left for the mountains, where the Dragon was hiding.”

“Did he kill the dragon?” Teddy asked impatiently.

“Well, when he found the dragon, it was asleep. The knight was ready to kill it, he had his sword posed to strike, but then the dragon opened its eyes. And guess what happened when the knight looked into the dragon’s eyes?”

“The dragon turned back into a prince,” Harry answered automatically.

Draco looked at Harry amusedly. “I was asking Teddy.”

“Oh, of course.”

“Anyway,” Draco continued. “The dragon was suddenly enveloped in a magical, blinding light. When the light was gone, the knight was astonished to find that there was no more dragon. Instead, there was a man. It was the prince, but he didn’t have a crown, or any fancy robes, so the knight thought he was just a commoner. Since the knight was noble, he helped the prince nonetheless and promised to take him to the kingdom. As the two traveled to the kingdom, they became very close and began to fall in love. It wasn’t until they arrived at the kingdom that the prince revealed the truth about himself and the curse that could only be broken by true love. The knight and the prince got married the next day and lived happily ever after.” Draco was whispering by the end of the story, because Teddy had begun to fall asleep.

Harry smiled at Draco. He liked the story, and he especially liked the dragon. Draco saw Harry’s smile and he returned it before getting up and gesturing for Harry to follow him. Draco led Harry to his office, which was connected to his room by a short passageway.

“Thanks for telling Teddy that story,” Harry said once the two of them had made themselves comfortable in the office- Draco in his leather chair, and Harry sitting on Draco’s desk with his legs hanging off the edge.

“No problem. I can keep him for the rest of the night if you want,” Draco offered.

“You don’t have-”

“No, it’s fine. I want to.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed.

There was a beat of silence.

“I feel li-”

“I like your pajama pants,” Harry said, cutting off Draco, because he wasn’t ready for rejection yet.

Draco’s face went pink. “They were a gift,” he disclosed.

“Right,” Harry said. He smirked and Draco’s blush increased.

“Pansy thinks she’s bloody hilarious,” Draco muttered irritably.

“Kudos to Pansy for selecting such a great gift.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

More silence.

“We need to talk,” Draco said.

Harry exhaled deeply. No more pretending then. “I know.”

“You kissed me. Why?”

Tell him it was a mistake, tell him you didn’t mean it, tell him you want to forget it ever happened, screamed a voice in Harry’s head. But Harry was tired of lying to Draco, and to himself. He summoned all of his Gryffindor courage and confessed, “Because I like you. I really, really like you, and I’ve wanted to kiss you everyday for almost a year now. And yesterday I just couldn’t stop myself. You were standing there, rambling about your new potion, and you were so excited and passionate and I felt like my heart was exploding.”

Draco stared at Harry like his whole world had been turned upside down.

The next morning…

When Andromeda came by Hogwarts to pick up her grandson and found Harry’s room empty, she knew the next logical place to look was Draco’s room. But when she arrived at Draco’s room, what happened next was not at all logical. Because little Teddy was the one to greet her at the door.

“Where are Draco and Harry, sweetheart?” she asked the small boy.

“In bed,” Teddy answered like it was obvious.

Andromeda’s heart nearly stopped. If Draco and Harry had finally gotten together, she was thrilled, but she was appalled to think that the two of them would be doing things while Teddy was in the room.

She stalked over to Draco’s bed and was relieved to find that Draco and Harry were fully clothed. Draco was leaning against the headboard as he slept, and Harry’s head rested peacefully in his lap. A book entitled The Dragon and His Knight lie on the bedside table.

“Are Draco and Harry true loves?” Teddy asked his grandmother.

Andromeda smiled. “I think so.”
“Are they gonna live happily forever after?”

“Of course they are. That’s what true loves do, isn’t it?”

Lipstick stains

Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Some swearing and some smut

A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))

“Nice ass.”

“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”

“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter. Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they ‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were together. It was apparent to everyone but them.

They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom loved their friends.  

Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference, he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that out loud.  

Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.

“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at him.

“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding them up defensively.

“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes at her.

Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement. As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.

They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running in.

“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.

He grinned.

“What happened?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.

“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.

“No, I didn’t!” she protested.

“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”

“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking for bruises.

Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.

“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.


Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering, “You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.

Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.

“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and looked between the two, puzzled.

By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and suppressed a smile.


She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.

“What the fuck?”

They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat, there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only succeeded in smudging it.

“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.

“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.

“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.

“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.

“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”

She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck now.

Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly and cleaned the lipstick off.

She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank you.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.

“For what?” she asked in confusion.

“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he explained simply.

“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on, we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”

Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.


“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of the room, dancing with him.

Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her, his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.

He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him from this unwanted feeling.


She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.

“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more bitterly than he intended.

Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”


“It clearly means something.”

A thought dawned on her.

“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of his drink.

“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the left.”

She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the direction he had advised.

In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she popped the lid back on, the door opened.

“Occupied,” she called out.

“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”

Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the mirror.  She saw Tom in the corner of her eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.

“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.

“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact, hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.

“You seem nervous,” he took a step towards her.

She took a step back.

“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I make you nervous?” she countered, trying to gain the upper hand.

“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move towards her.

“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.

He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses, sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare, refusing to look away first.

“It was frustration.”

“At what?” she almost whispered.

“At wanting to do this.”

He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her back where they slipped further lower to her ass.

He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.

Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her shoulder.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.


It was Haz.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and went to the door, not looking at her.

She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and her cheeks were flushed.

He opened the door.

“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.

Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.

“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words from earlier in the day.

“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still standing.

He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He dropped his head, shaking it.

“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in the direction of the living room.

She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.

“What are you doing?”

“We weren’t done.”

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