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“A Date with Markiplier”, Darkiplier Theory.

After watching “A Date with Markiplier” multiple times, and replaying and replaying the parts where Darkiplier is featured; I have created a theory as to why Dark acts the way he does (In these videos, not as whole). Now, let me first start off by saying, this probably, (definitely) is not the BEST Dark theory out there. And there are probably holes are mistakes in this theory, or repeating themes. But nonetheless, it is a theory that I have created that is interesting.. hopefully. Note: This theory comes with spoilers! If you haven’t watched the whole video, or at least the Dark parts, please do. (The video and Darkiplier parts are linked above.) And even if it may not seem like it, I worked really hard and long on this theory. (Literally about 3 days. And typing all of this up took about 2-4 hours.) So please treat it with respect. (But don’t be afraid to add your own theories or thoughts on this! Feedback is always welcome. Positive or negative. Just don’t be a butt about it.) So, without further ado, let us begin! I hope you have the patience to read it all. Enjoy! 

This theory is mainly based on the parts where you are confronted by Dark while you are watching “The Dark Mark”. What you are going to read below is me basically showing images of Dark, taking direct quotes he has said in the videos, and explaining why he is saying what he does. 

We start off by having Dark glitch and fade into view. He tilts his head to the side, saying he has missed us very much. And that he has been waiting a long time to see us again. 

Then he continues on saying: “I’ve been pushed asideReplacedMocked.” Now this caught my attention even from the beginning. How has Dark been pushed aside, replaced, and mocked? Who has done this to him? Why? I tried to reflect more on what that meant, but Dark kept talking, catching my attention even more…

Who is “He”? And why does Dark think this… “He” is going on an adventure with us? Why and how was Dark not invited to it? 

Dark continues…

Dark mentions “He” again. Saying this person promised he would let him in. Again. Who promised Dark and what promise was made between them? 

This is where the theory begins. The main idea of this theory is based on a small post I made a while ago. If you have already read it, then you’ll understand where I’m going with this. If not, I suggest you read it really quick HERE

And now… we shall truly begin. 

Dark begins our one-sided conversation with: “I’ve been pushed aside, replaced, mocked.” But what also connects with this statement is what he says later: “ I’ve been waiting patientlyHe promised he would let me in again!” Now, since Dark is basically Mark’s inner demon, I could only assume that the “He” Dark keeps talking about is Mark. But what promise did Mark make with Dark? This is where I start to lean back on my older theory I hope you have read. 

I believe that Dark is in love with us. Or… at least has some sort of feelings for us. Or is at least curious about us. So, I think in the past Dark asked Mark permission to take control over Mark’s body so that he could spend time with us. Get to know the person he has unexplainable feelings for. Mark complied. Promising Dark that one day, Dark would have the opportunity to talk to us. But that day never came. And now Dark feels as if he has been Pushed aside. Replaced. And Mocked. These feelings have been repressed, but now since Mark is on this “adventure”, or “date” with us, Dark’s feelings and anger have come out. Dark feels that he has been pushed aside because he literally has been pushed aside. This date was supposed to be the date Dark was finally allowed to spend time with us. But instead… he got pushed. Pushed into the deepest, darkest, places of Mark’s mind. Mark didn’t want Dark to come out on this date. Because he was planning, later down the road, to propose to us. And he didn’t want Dark to ruin it. So Mark took over Dark, replacing him, even though he promised Dark that he would be allowed to take control. And now, Dark feels angry, hurt, and mocked. Mocked because today was supposed to be his day with us. But now he has to watch us through Mark’s eyes. Unable to do anything. Unable to talk to us and ask the questions he’s always wanted to ask. All he can do is stand back and watch the person he has feelings for go on a date with someone who betrayed him.

“And then he had the gall not to invite me to his little adventure with you.” This connects to what I said above. Mark has pushed Dark aside and didn’t allow him to take over on the date. Quite literally, he wasn’t invited on the date. He was casted away and replaced. But the one word Dark said that caught my attention was: “Adventure”. Why did Dark call it an adventure when he knew it was a date. A proposal, even? I believe the reason to be simple. Dark is angry and jealous right now. He doesn’t even want to call the event we are going on with Mark as a “date”. So, instead, he calls it an adventure. Making it easier on him and his heart. Also hoping in that calling it an adventure, he’ll make Mark look silly and foolish. As if he doesn’t know what a real “date” is. 

This part was very interesting. After saying all he said, spewing out his anger and frustration, Dark fixes his tie and suit, straightening up and saying: “ I’m tired of giving people a choice.” From what we have learned earlier, this sentence can only mean that he is tired of giving Mark the choice on controlling when and where he can allow him to take control.

But then, Dark sighs, saying: “But I suppose I could give you one last option.” Hearing Dark say this was extremely odd to me. Didn’t he just say that he was tired of giving people (Mark) a choice? But yet right after, he turns around to give us options and the ability to choose? I think he does this because no matter how closed off or frustrated he may get, he still wants to give the us the ability to choose. Since he has some sort of feelings for us, he doesn’t want to force us into something we don’t want to do. 

He continues: “Take your pick. Anything of four different choices, more than he could’ve ever given you.” Why did Dark give us so many options. Why did he bitterly say “more than he could have ever given you.”? And why did all options but one actually lead to a place that continues the story? 

I think the bitter remark and the option of more choices go back to Dark’s “adventure” statement. He wants to make Mark look foolish. Make Mark look like he can’t provide for us as much as he can. Even if it’s something simple as being able to go more places. But why, in giving us all these options, did only one actually go somewhere? It’s because, even though Dark does have feelings for us, he still is “dark”. He is still evil, demonic, etc. He purposefully made only one option that actually goes somewhere. He makes us go on a “date” with him (later on) the only way he knows how. Manipulation and Illusion. He gives us the illusion of choice, when really he manipulated it so there is only one right way. And that is to go on a date and spend time with him. 

This makes him sound pretty evil doesn’t it? That he just manipulates and cheats his way through until he gets what he wants. And that may be true, but.. At the same time, it’s actually pretty sad. That is all he knows. To cheat, to steal, and manipulate… Dark was toyed with and replaced. Promised he would be allowed to be with us. But that didn’t happen. And now Dark is forced to make his own path. Struggle to take control over Mark, and find a way to where we will spend time with him. Not Mark.

“So take your pick. Show me what you’ve got. And maybe… We’ll have a good date after all.” Wait what?! Did Dark look down shyly at the ground… Smile… And say “Date”?! This really blew my mind after I watched it a couple times.

After taunting us on by saying: “Show me what you’ve got.” Dark pauses, his face suddenly seems to soften. “And maybe…” He cracks what looks to be a smile and briefly looks down at the ground, “ We’ll have a good date after all.” He looks back up, but his face and body immediately harden and become cold and static once more. What just happened?! Mark randomly says “Maybe we’ll have a good date after all.” And he shows emotion and smiles? Why does he do this? I think I know why. 

Obviously, Dark has been waiting to spend time with us. And now that he has Mark under control and is alone with us, he finally realizes that his dream of being with us is soon to become reality. He smiles and quickly looks down to hide his emotion that he is excited for this long awaited day. And, instead of calling it an “adventure” like he did when he vaguely defined our outing with Mark, he says “date”. Making it official and saying it more for himself than us. But then, after he realizes he slipped: showing emotion and calling our alone time a “date”, his face hardens and he composes himself back into the stone cold Darkiplier once more. But in trying so hard to compose himself, he lets a small, angry frown dance dance across his face before straightening. Showing that he is angry with himself for showing so much ambition.

(Note: Phew! This is a lot of writing! I hope you guys are doing ok and you like this! Stay in your seat, there’s a lot more to yet come!)

*We choose “Freedom”*

“If dinner is what you want then I can provide…” We are now officially on what Dark described as a date. He glitches and we are suddenly sitting at a table with what looks to be a cup and a bottle of wine to the side. As I watched and rewatched this, I found it interesting that Dark chose to place us in a dinner date situation. The same setting we were at when we were with Mark. And say things like: “I can provide…” Why did he place us in a dinner date setting? Why did he say if we wanted dinner, then he could provide it? The answer is interesting. 

Remember, the whole date you were having with Mark, Dark was also seeing and experiencing. So that means, Dark was there even for when Mark misplaced his wallet, making you have to pay for the meal. This obviously annoyed Dark. Enough to the point where he had to physically point out and show us that if we wanted dinner, he could pay. He could provide us with a meal. This is basically a big slap in the face to Mark. Once again, Dark is trying to make Mark look idiotic and that the outing/ date we were on with Mark, wasn’t a date after all. And that he can do a better job on planning a date and providing.   

The date carries on. “And I can take you wherever you’d like to go…” I found this odd when Dark said this. It’s kind of a random thing to say on a date isn’t it? But it all makes more sense when you look at it this way:

Near the beginning and basically throughout our whole date with Mark, he keeps saying that he has our whole day planned out. And that he can’t wait to take us to certain places. I think Dark said this as yet another jab towards Mark. Mark had our whole day planned, swiftly leading us from one location to another. But Dark said: “ I can take you wherever you’d like to go..” almost as a counteroffer to what Mark was doing for us. There is a sense of freedom when Dark says he can take us wherever we would like to go. A sense of freedom and choice. Dark seems to be using this statement to try and make him look more appealing to us than Mark. Possibly even more fun or risky than Mark.  

After Dark states he can take us anywhere, he then dumps this heavy and scary: “I can especially take you to where you don’t want to go..” on us. 

Honestly, I was a little confused on why he would say this. Is it because he’s “dark” and evil and he would actually enjoy to take us places we would hate? Or is he using some weird, vague form of reverse phycology? Is he saying that “the places where we don’t want to go…” is back to Mark? It would kind of make sense. After saying and telling us of all the things he can do for us and provide for us, the last thing he would want is for us to still choose and go back to Mark. But he says that he can take us to where we don’t want to go, meaning that he would take us back to Mark if we chose that. 

Dark continues to talk, but then he begins to glitch and shake. He is then suddenly screaming: “I can give you anything!” And then as fast as it came, it goes, and he continues talk to us normally saying: “I’ve been waiting a long time. To get some personal time between us…” Ok… What just happened here? He was screaming one minute and then normal again the next?

I think Dark glitches and screams “I can give you anything!”, because he momentarily looses his composure. He’s been spending a good portion of this date trying to show us that he can provide for us and comparing himself to Mark. I think he starts to become frustrated in himself and how we aren’t reacting the way he would have hoped. Thus, his inner voice comes out, screaming, frustrated and angry that we can’t understand that he can give and provide everything we want and need.

After his short episode, he continues talking. Saying he’s been waiting a long time to “get some personal time between us…” I think he’s saying this because the only time he has ever been with us, or has “spent time with us”, is when he is being pushed to the back of Mark’s mind and has to watch from the sidelines and listen and hear Mark’s words and thoughts. But now that he has finally taken over Mark, he can truly get the personal alone time he’s always lusted over.      

The date continues, and Dark has one more episode. But what happens next is interesting. Dark says: “So.. Now that we are here together… We should really get to know each other…” And then suddenly, it looks like Dark is split in two. One part of him thrashing around and screaming. Why? Because it’s Mark… Trying to escape Dark’s possession of his body. 

Remember, this whole time we have been with Dark, Mark has been there, watching and listening to what Dark is saying. (Which also explains why at times, Dark twitches his head. Its because Mark is there in the back of his mind try to take control once again.) So Mark has been fighting Dark this whole time, and it seems Dark is slowly running out of time and loosing control, hence the episodes he keeps having. But notice where Mark made a big push to take control when he did. He did it right after Dark said we should “get to know each other…” It seems as if Mark didn’t like the idea of Dark getting to know us, and vise versa. Probably thinking Dark is going to take advantage of us at some point on the date. So, he tries and puts all his strength in trying to take back control before Dark can do anything to us. But once again, as quickly as it starts, Dark glitches and the image of Mark is gone, and Dark is back to normal.  

You just need to let me in… It’s as simple as that…

When I first heard this, I thought that Dark meant that we should allow him into our mind or soul. But as I began to create this theory, I began to think… What if Dark didn’t mean our soul or mind… But our heart? I mean, during this whole date he has been trying and trying to show us how much better he is than Mark, and how he can do all these things for us. Basically saying, how he can care and love us, just in a very “Darkiplier” way. What if he just wants to be loved by us. Accepted by us? And the only way he knows how to say that is something off putting like: “You just need to let me in..” Maybe all he wants is just a chance  with us. A chance to show how much he cares and ask us why he is feeling the way he does about us? 

After asking us to place him in our heart, and give him a chance, Dark then takes us outside. Believing that he has taken full control over Mark and boasting about it by saying: “You’re never, EVER, going to escape me…Not now-” He is confronted by Mark, in physical form. (Now this part can basically just completely eradicate my theory that Dark has taken over Mark, and not that they are two different people with their own bodies. Now that theory, COULD technically work here, but I decided I like the “Mark and Dark are two in one” theory better. Since Dark IS essentially Mark’s inner-demon. So I’m going to say that this part is actually where Mark gains some power within his mind, and now Dark and Mark are fighting for dominance.) 

After they fight for a while, a gun is dropped and you now have to decide to choose whether to shoot the left or right Mark. Later on, we find out the the Right is Dark, and Left is Mark. And this is where I was confused with what they are saying until I put up the captions. And what each of them were saying was interesting. 

Left Mark (the real Mark) starts off by saying: “You don’t have much time he’s going to kill everybody.” 

While Right Mark (Dark) says: “Shoot him. He needs to die.” 

The thing I found interesting was what they both first said to defend themselves. Left Mark (Mark), immediately starts off by saying that: There isn’t much time, and that Right Mark is going to kill everyone. Mark is trying to warn us. While Right Mark (Dark), just simply says off instinct: “Shoot him. He needs to die.”… Now that’s harsh. Mark just wants to warn us that if we don’t shoot Dark, we will all die. So he’s trying to save both us and himself. But Dark just spurts out that Mark NEEDS to die. No note of concern, or worry. No thought of what might happen afterwards. They keep talking, still trying to convince us: 

 Mark says: “He’s got weird eyes. Don’t trust him at all.” 

While Dark says: “He does bad things to good people.” 

Now, the thing I found extremely interesting was this part right here. Mark says that Dark has weird eyes, which is true. He is known for having completely Dark eyes. But how he said the next part is what caught my attention. Mark said: “DON’T trust him at all.”. He didn’t say “I don’t trust him at all.” But simply, “Don’t trust him…” Therefore, Mark was telling US not to trust Dark. It was a command. Because he knows what Dark is able to do. 

What Dark says also caught my attention. Why would Dark say: “He does bad things to good people.”? Isn’t Dark supposed to be the “bad guy” here? Manipulating and weaving around things to get to what he wants? True, that is what he did to get us to date him. But just because he did those things, do you think he even wanted to? We have already proven that in the past, Dark asked for permission to spend time with us. But since that didn’t happen, Dark had to take control. All because Mark betrayed his promise to Dark. So maybe, Dark is saying “He does bad things to good people.” Because he’s hurt and angry that Mark didn’t fill out his promise. That Mark led him on only to be trapped in the back of his mind again, while he got ready to propose to the person Dark had feelings for without even been given a chance. 

After we shoot Left Mark, Right Mark comes over saying: “You made the right call. Come here, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Assuring us and embracing us. We then continue the date by getting ice cream. We sit down while Right Mark continues to talk, saying: “We’ll enjoy some nice, dairy-based treats. And erm, get to know other. Really, personally…” We then begin to eat our ice cream when the screen flickers and glitches. We look back up and are greeted to see Dark sitting across form us. Dark then says: “Oops. Looks like you’ve made the wrong choice. But now we’re going to be together… forever.”

When I first watched this side of the date, I paid no regard to what Right Mark said. But after rewatching the mini date we had with Dark, and going back to this, I noticed something. Dark always seems to talk about getting to know us, or getting close to us. Spending personal time with with. Before, during our private date with Dark, he said: “I’ve been waiting a long time. To get some personal time between us…”  So when right Mark said: “Really, personally…” It became obvious that it was Dark sitting in front of us. After Dark transforms into his true self, he then says: “Oops. Looks like you’ve made the wrong choice.” I believe Dark said this because he knew, that if we knew who the real Mark was back when we had to decide who to shoot, we would have chosen the real Mark hands down. So he kept quiet. Hoping that with luck, he could say the right words and look innocent enough and emulate Mark, that we would shoot the wrong man. Before we are met with “Try Again?”, Dark continues, “But now we’re going to be together..forever.” and smiles. The first time I heard this, it sounded creepy, and some of you might think so as well. But I think Dark said this because he was finally free. Free of Mark’s hold on him. And free to be with the person he is curious about and has unexplained feelings for. He’s finally free to provide and care for us, without Mark battling for control in the back of his mind. Because that part of him is now dead. He can finally get to know us. Get that personal, intimate time he has always yearned for. He’s finally found freedom from being pushed aside. Being replaced and being mocked. He can finally have a true chance with us. A chance… for us to let him into our heart. Because we’ve always been in his.     

I Hate You, I Love You | Montgomery Dela Cruz x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: It’s the first time I’ve ever written and posted an imagine for someone else other than Zach! But this was requested so, I hope you guys like this too. Warning: things kinda escalate quickly lol. Enjoy!

Request: Uhhhh maybe a Monty x reader love hate fanfic?

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Taking AP Chemistry was both the best and the worst. I do enjoy it, but it really is too much work sometimes, just like now. We were told to make a research paper and I thought that I could use my free period to get started, so I went directly to the library.

I picked up a few Chemistry books and made my way to the large table at the back of the library, away from all the students. I liked my alone time. As I turned page after page, a tall figure pulled the empty chair in front of me and rested his backpack on top of the table. I looked up from my paper and see Monty, who had his face buried in his folded arms, while his head rested on his backpack. He was sleeping.

“Hey. Wake up.” I whisper at him and he doesn’t move.

“Wake up, we’re not allowed to sleep here!” I whisper once again and he still doesn’t budge.

“This is a no-sleeping area! I’m going to get in trouble because of you!” I whisper-yell at him and kick his shin and he jumps up with an irritated look on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Mind your own business will you?!” He snarls at me and I huff in annoyance.

“If you want to sleep, then sleep somewhere else. Don’t do it here, I don’t want to get in trouble when you get caught.” I reply.

“Why do you think I chose to sleep here? The librarian can’t see. Dumb dumb.” He says and I was caught speechless by his remark. A little hurt, if I were to be honest.

I shut my mouth and let out one last sigh to express my shock and disgust at his behavior. I just can’t wrap my head around him. One minute he’s as sweet as candy, and the next minute he’s just plain mean and arrogant. It has always been like this with Monty. He’s like Marmite, you either love him, or you hate him and I don’t exactly know where I stand just yet.

I continue writing my Chemistry paper, and once and a while I’d find myself stopping to take a look at the guy sleeping in front of me. He looked so vulnerable like that; his ears turning red, probably from the heat in the library. It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in the library wasn’t on full blast. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his nose twitching from time to time, probably because of a dream. His pink, plump lips were slightly apart as warm breath escaped his lips.

The sound of the bell awakened both him and I as we jump back into reality. He got up, swung his backpack on his right shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the library on his own. He didn’t even have the decency to wait for me as I placed my notebooks inside my bag. I shook my head and continued to walk out of the library.

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The next day

Monty, Justin and I were on our way out of our Peer Communications class to meet our friends in the cafeteria for lunch when I had a sudden craving.

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Spell Gone Wrong

Anonymous asked: Meg, can you please write a Sleeping Beauty AU with Loki??? Please?! I think you can do such a great job with this!(Sleeping Beauty anon) with a fem!reader please? 

 Here you go! I do not own Loki or ANY of the Avengers. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: Magic, teeny bit of angst, fluff, Sleeping Beauty AU

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader, Thor, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, The rest of the Avengers not mentioned by name. 

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

A loud crash from a few rooms down made you jump. “What the heck?” you asked out loud even though no one else was in the room. You got up and opened your door just in time for Tony to come rushing past you. “I knew it was a bad idea to give him a lab!” he grumbled and you realized that the crash had come from Loki’s lab. Quickly, you followed Tony down the hall, barely hearing the frantic footfalls of the others approaching as well.

               When you reached Loki’s lab, you found Loki on the floor and he appeared to be asleep. Tony glanced around, making sure there was no glass in the room before going to check on Loki. “Hey, Reindeer Games! Wake up!” Loki didn’t stir. Your eyes widened in panic. Tony reached over and felt for a pulse. “He’s alive, but he’s not waking up. Where’s Bruce?”

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Welcome Home

Inspired by this ask sent to @xreader and thank you to my lovely beta reader, @raven-impulse for all the help!

Overwatch Masterlist


Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x Reader
Summary: Gabe comes home from a long mission and can’t wait until the two of you are alone.
Warnings: NSFW


It was the monthly movie night with you and the Overwatch crew and it was Reinhardt’s turn to pick the movie. He picked some sort of German classic. You knew it wasn’t going to be your favourite but the point was the spend time with everyone, off mission. Gabe was due back any moment now from a two week Blackwatch mission and you couldn’t wait to see him again. You missed him so much when he was gone. Having someone to talk to all the time, waking up beside him and feeling his warm body wrap around you, morning kisses and much more.

You sit down on a large sofa chair and settle down before throwing your blanket overtop of your body. Just as you get comfy and the movie is about to start, Gabe and Jesse walk in. Your face lights up with excitement and you immediately jump out of the chair, rushing to his side.

Gabe’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you close before he gives you a long kiss.

“Welcome home,” you smile up at him.

“It’s good to be home,” he gives your forehead a quick kiss before you lead him over to the chair you were sitting in.

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These Hands Part 3- An Ivar Imagine

How will Ivar react to your kiss? Was it a mistake, or the best decision ever?

TW: mild sexual content, slight sub!Ivar (because that’s how I roll)

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Worked my butt off yesterday to finish this for you guys! I like it much better than part 2 haha, hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for your love and support ❤️

Part one here: https://underthenorthstar.tumblr.com/post/160766835655/these-hands-an-ivar-imagine Part two here: https://underthenorthstar.tumblr.com/post/161034892245/these-hands-part-2-an-ivar-imagine

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Ivar went very still.

You kept your lips pressed to his, eyes closed tightly, unable to tear yourself away despite his lack of response. His lips felt warm and slightly chapped, but surprisingly soft. Just the feel of them made you yearn to know what his mouth, his tongue tasted like. You silently begged any god that was listening for him to respond, for this impulsive gesture not to have been a huge mistake.

Your heart thumped madly in your chest, your hopes crumbling into dust with every passing second. You misread him. You had been wrong, you were-

A growl rumbled from deep within his chest. One large hand left the bed and sat on the base of your skull, and you had barely a second to grasp what was happening before his mouth began to move harshly against yours.

Ivar’s lips were fast and rough, devouring yours like a predator starving for his fresh kill. You whimpered at the onslaught, every nerve ending in your body feeling like it had been set on fire. You had been kissed before, by your few past lovers, but they were nothing like this. They had never been so demanding, so hungry. Ivar kissed as if his very life depended on it, an onslaught of sensation after sensation that had your mind reeling and your blood singing.

His tongue was suddenly pushing past the seam of your lips, not even asking for permission before slipping inside the cavern of you mouth. You moaned at the warm, wet intrusion. He tasted like bitter herbs and heady ale. You instinctively curled your own tongue over his, and the groan that ripped from his throat made your toes curl in your boots. You could drown in his kiss, you decided. You could kiss him until he stole the very last breathe from your lungs, and you would die a happy and satisfied woman.

You had to get closer. You had to touch all that golden skin. Your hands slid off his face, down the strong corded muscles of his neck, over the expanse of his broad chest. His skin was warm, so wonderfully warm and smooth and perfect. His scent, metal and earth and something deliciously musky, completely enveloped you. His muscles rippled under your touch, and his strong hands moved to tug at you, urging you closer, closer. You eagerly obeyed, climbing up onto the bed without breaking your kiss.

You forgot about his sore legs; you crawled right up onto his lap without even a second thought. Ivar’s lips tore from yours with a pained, surprised gasp, and you immediately threw yourself off of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You cried, trying to slide off the bed. He stopped you by hooking an arm around your waist.

“Do not even think about leaving,” he growled, hauling you back towards him with surprising strength. “I am not finished with you yet.”

You squealed as he picked you up in his hands and set you down on his lap. The impact made you fall forward, and you braced your hands on his chest to stop from your heads colliding. Your faces were barely inches apart, breath mingling in the minute space between you. The tension in the air was heavy, like a fog sitting upon the ocean before the sun rises to dissipate it.

“I don’t care about your legs,” you whispered, staring into the swirling abyss of his blue eyes. You were pretty sure he had figured that out from your steamy kiss, but you felt it had to be said out loud. “Just like you don’t care about my hands.”

His brow creased, and the hands on your hips tightened.

“Your hands are useful,” his tone was edged. “And they are nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Neither are your legs,” you said pointedly. “Ivar, you fascinate me. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I have been intrigued. I want to know you. Both personally and physically.” You blushed at the last part, hyper aware of how close his tantalizing lips were. “That night at the forge, it brought everything to the surface. I was so disappointed our kiss did not happen . And when I did not see you after….part of me thought you had changed your mind, that I was indeed a useless, silly princess with ugly hands.”

You took a breath, making to continue on, but he stopped you with a harsh kiss that had your nails digging sharply into his chest.

“Do you know,” he snarled, nipping at your bottom lip. “That you talk entirely too much nonsense? You will be a useless princess if you do not put that pretty pink mouth to better use.”

You pulled back slightly to look at his face. Desire was written plain as day across it, but something warmer and softer lay beneath the surface. The something that you had seen that night in the forge. And it solidified everything for you. Ivar wanted you. You wanted him. Despite both of your preconceived perceptions, your insecurities, the circumstance of your arranged marriage. And that was a very good start. You grinned.

“And what exactly is a better use?” You asked, fluttering your lashes coyly at him. He growled, leaning forward to capture your mouth again, but you had other ideas. You turned your face at the last second, instead leaving a wet, open mouthed kiss on the sharp angle of his jaw. His skin was salty on your tongue.

“Is this it?” You teased, kissing along his jawline. Feelings confirmed, you were feeling rather confident. Of course, Ivar’s growing excitement against your thigh was certainly helping.

“Minx,” his voice was strained, like he was reigning himself in. Someone who kissed like he did probably liked to be in control, and with the pains in his legs he could not flip your positions. The idea that you had him at your mercy was intoxicating. “I did not peg you for an insufferable tease.” He groaned as your lips traveled the path your hands had taken earlier, down his neck and across his chest. Your body slid down his, and you practically purred at the feeling.

“I am many things, besides a part time craft-smith and a princess,” you said, admiring the small trail of hair leading down his abdomen and under the furs. His stomach jerked as you ran your tongue along it. “We will just have to get to know each other better for you to find out, won’t we?”

Ivar’s hand fisted tightly in your hair as you pushed the furs down an inch.
“When I am able to ‘know you better’, little minx, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

Something fierce and hot slid down your spine to pool in your belly as you continued to inch the furs lower, and lower, and lower….

“I look forward to it, husband to be. Now, shall I put my mouth to the best possible use?”

The fist that tightened in your hair was all the response you needed.

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Needless to say, when the old healer returned to the cabin a few hours later, she was not surprised to find the door locked and some very contented sounds coming from inside. She grinned, knocking lightly on the door.

“I guess you no longer need your legs massaged, do you, princeling?” She asked, laughing at the loud curse that answered her. “Alright, I’ll be back in the morning. Don’t strain yourself too much. And find some time to drink that damn tea!”

Another curse, which trailed off into a strangled moan. The old healer laughed harder, patting the cabin for affectionately before she turned and puttered off into the night.

She had a distinct feeling the prince would be feeling much, much better tomorrow.

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Yesterday was tough but you ladies made it a lot better :) thank you, sisters, and have a great day or night!

Introductions - Dan Howell x Reader

Prompt: hey you said youd do youtuber imagines so could you do one with danisnotonfire where he intrduces you to his audience in a tag video? thanks

Originally posted by demonphannie


“Today’s the day” you thought. You were terrified, excited, but terrified.  Last week, Dan had told you that he thought it was time to introduce you to everyone who watched his videos. At first, you were against the idea but you loved him, so if this was what he wanted then you said you would be happy to do it.

“You ready babe?” Dan called from his bedroom.
“Yeah, just give me a minute!” You called back from the bathroom. “Okay Y/N, just breathe” you whispered to yourself. Taking a deep breath and looking up into the mirror, you fluffed your hair up a little and made your way into Dan’s room.

“Okay, so how do we do this?” you asked.
“Well erm, I guess I’ll do my intro and then you can just slide into the shot?” Dan replied.
“Yeah,” you agreed “sounds good to me” you weren’t very enthusiastic about it but you had to put on a good front for Dan.

Dan began his introduction you waited for his signal to move into the shot. “So I guess it’s time to introduce you guys to my girlfriend, Y/N!” Dan smiled. You rolled your chair into the shot and sat there smiling; you couldn’t help but feel awkward. Dan sensed this and tried to put you at ease before continuing to explain the day’s video to his camera.

“Okay let’s get started shall we?” Dan said, turning to you. You nodded in response. He turned to face the camera again. “Okay, so this is the boyfriend/girlfriend tag…” there was a slight pause, “what has my life become?” Dan questioned.
“That’s the first question is it?” you asked with a grin.
Dan began to laugh, “Oh no, it’s too early in the video to get that deep, I’ll save my existential crisis for later.” The two of you laughed before Dan said “right, Y/N, you and I will take turns asking and answering the questions, are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be!” you answered.
“Okay, question number one, who said ‘I love you’ first? Wow, straight in at the deep end with the big questions!”
“Tell me about it, what happened to good old ‘how did you meet?!” you remarked before giving your answer. “You did, you said it first and I said it straight back…” you scrunched up your face and with a smile added, “Well almost anyway.”
“Correct! Wait, is there a points system?”
“No Dan, I don’t think there’s a points system considering we should both know all the answers” you teased.

“Right next question, hit me up” Dan remarked.
You shook your head. “Okay, the next question is,” you paused to look at your phone and find the next question, “where was our first date?”
“Our first date, okay so if we don’t include the day we met or time spent together before we were actually together…”
You could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to remember. “I’m going to have to press you for an answer” you said in your best gameshow host voice.
“Okay okay, I THINK it was..” he paused again and put his hand to his face, “was it the Italian, the one near Central?”
You paused, letting him sweat and doubt his answer. “Correct!” you shouted, watching his face fill with relief.

The two of you answered a few more questions, neither of you giving an incorrect answer. As Dan wrapped up the video, you couldn’t help but smile. After a while you had forgotten the camera was there and all of your nerves had gone.

“See, that wasn’t too bad, was it!” Dan beamed as he turned the camera off.

“No, I guess it wasn’t” you replied with a smile. “I won’t be starting a YouTube channel of my own anytime soon though” you raised an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you” Dan smiled as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace.

Meeting Ardyn



 Time for everyone’s favorite Gucci Hobo to make an appearance! Ardyn is such a tough character to write! 
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You hardly had time to react as your felt the hand wrapped around loosely around your neck, as you immediately tense, head and eyes forward as you knew the person behind you. When Ravus had slammed Gladiolus into the car, it stunned you all, leaving you open to the grab. The only noise you couldn’t choke down was the small whimper as you felt yourself be tugged as you were dragged along with Ardyn to stand before the others.


Noctis

“Y/n,” Noctis gasped in shock, noticing the horror on your face, “Let her go!”

“Noct,” You whisper softly, gasping as the red head man leaned forward, his other arm going in a loose embrace around your chest, as he had the height advantage on you, as you leaned away from him as much as possible.

“Young Prince, you seem to be astrayed. Yet I have to admit that this one is a special little treat.” Ardyn chuckled in your ear, as you turned your head away  from him, “She is actually quite the little beauty, isn’t she?”

“I said let her go.” Noctis hissed, summoning his sword, as the others quickly mimicked his moves, ready to go on the offensive.

Ardyn chuckle only seemed to get louder, as he moved his hand to grab ahold of your chin, as he turned you to face him, the arm holding you in the tight embrace moving so that he caressed your face with back of his hand, his lips barely ghosting over your own.

You flinched away expecting for his hand to feel slimy, yet instead it felt extremely hot to the touch, almost as if it was going to burn your face. “Noct…”

“Oh sweet little thing, why are you so scared, you handsome prince is right here.” Ardyn replied, as he jerked your head forward to Noctis, his other hand going back to your neck, as he begun to apply pressure to your windpipe.

“You bastard!” Noctis yelled as he rushed forward.

“Noctis, please stop!” You yell around the pressure on our throat, only for the Prince to quickly halt at your cry. “Don’t, it not worth it…” You let out a shriek as Ardyn wrapped a hand in your hair, snapping your head back.

“Smart girl.” Ardyn chuckled, as he put more pressure on your neck, as you begun to slowly feel yourself losing consciousness. “After all what good are you to me dead.”

You felt your eyes getting heavy as you whimpered softly, your eyes locked with Noctis, only to gasp as you felt Ardyn’s hand leave your throat, as he shoved your body toward the others. You somehow managed to stay on your feet, as you stumbled back to your side of the battle field. Placing up a battle front, as you summoned your weapon to a shaky hand, trying to shake the black from the side of your vision.

“Don’t think this will be the last time we meet Prince, as we are not done just yet.” Ardyn chuckled.

You all watched as the two men left just a suddenly as they came. You heard a soft gasp, only realizing it had come from your own lips as you collapsed to your knees. Your body felt so weak, you hearing went mute, almost as if your head had been dunked underwater, as you heard the others muffled call your name in concern.

Closing your eyes to stop the rush, you gasped as you felt someone pick you up, managing to crack open your eyes as you noticed it was Noctis who had picked you up, carrying you close. Only allowing yourself to drift away once you were safely in his arms within the backseat of the Regalia.


Prompto

“Aren’t you the cutest little thing?” Ardyn chuckled, his hand resting on our shoulder, as his other pinched your cheek.

You made to pull away, for the hand on your shoulder to grip ahold of you tighter causing you to flinch.

“Now, Prince you wouldn’t want anything to happen to this little cutie would you?” Ardyn chuckled, as he pressed his cheek against your own, as you swallowed a gag.

“Noct,” You muttered softly, as you tried attempted to have the man follow where you were looking at Prompto who had summoned his gun while Ardyn begun rambling. Getting a soft nod from the Prince as you locked eyes with Prompto, you trusted him and you knew he couldn’t, no wouldn’t miss.

Prompto quickly took stance as he fired the bullet clearly aimed for the man beside you, shocking Ardyn to let go of you, as you brought around own summoned weapon to slash at the man, the same time Noctis rushed forward, causing Ardyn to jump back in defense.

“My, my you all know how to catch someone off guard don’t you, quite the trick you have there.”

Both you and Noctis jumped back to regroup with the others,  weapons all raised as you stared the redhead down. Glancing down as you felt a hand slide in your own, only to see that Prompto had grabbed your hand tightly, the other still holding his gun pointed at Ardyn.

A stern look over that freckled face, a look you had never seen grace the normal sunshine. He was absolutely pissed, and if given the signal he was ready to fire away.

You couldn’t blame him.

“Shall we continue this at a later date. Until then, adieu.” The man chuckled.

You all waited, as the man disappeared with Ravus, only than releasing a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, yet your nerves still shook horribly in the arm that Prompto had a hold of. The moment his gun disappeared the blonde pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, only than did the entire situation dawn on you, as you felt yourself grow weak, happy that Prompto was there to keep you up right.

What was that creature?


Gladiolus

“I think now you would like to hear me out.” Ardyn stated.

You recall, rushing to Gladiolus’ side after Ravus shoved him away with relative ease alongside Prompto, only to feel a pressure at your back, and then a quick pulling movement to yourself. Now a strong pressure on your throat, as your hands fly up to the pressure. Your watering eyes strained to look at the others, only to notice the shock horror on their face.

“Now, my dear don’t be so this way.” The deep voice chuckled before for you.

You made to retort, as it only came out as a  wheeze as the man slowly raised you from the ground, you legs kicking to gain purchase, as your fingernails dug into the fabric of his coat. Using all your upper body strength to avoid being strangled by his horridly strong grip.

“Drop her, asshole!” Gladiolus barked, as he moved to rush forward with the others.

You let out a short scream, that was quickly cut off by Ardyn’s hand tighten harder around your windpipe, as you gurgled slightly. “Glad…”

“Yet than again we wouldn’t want our fun to end here so soon.” Ardyn chuckled, as he pulled you close so that he could stare you in the eye. Your eyes locking with the deep red, staring in shock at the black that begun to creep across his eye. “A shield should be more sturdy, wouldn’t you think?”

You forced the words out your mouth, as you felt his hand tighten, “Fuck…you.”

“Hm, seems you still have some fight. I enjoy that.”

You couldn’t even scream as he pulled you back, before tossing you forward, only able to grunt as you landed in Gladiolus’ out stretched arms.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Gladiolus’ inquired.

You couldn’t have him worry about you now, you didn’t want him to worry about you now. Your throat hurt, but you were determined to repay Ardyn back tenfold, along with his little pet Ravus, as you summoned your weapon as the tall man set you down. Only to watch as the two men turn walking away.

“Y/N,” Gladiolus called, as he turned to you, slowly rose your head with gentle fingers under your chin, letting out a growl.

You rose a tentative hand to your neck, flinching at the pain, knowing it was going to bruise something horrible, yet you needed to stop the rage rising in Gladiolus right now, “I’m fine, I promise, all I need is little potion.”

You watched as the fury slowly disappeared from his eyes, only to feel him embrace you tightly, pressing you against his chest. The moment seemed to break you, as you buried your face into his chest, clenching tightly to his shirt, as you promised yourself you weren’t crying.


Ignis

In the pull you hadn’t realized that you had closed your eyes, only when you stopped did your eyes snap open, as you realized what happened.

“Now, perhaps you’ll hear what I have to say.” Ardyn chuckled from behind you, as he twisted your right arm up and back, the pressure he was putting on it you felt your muscles scream in pain. “Should you follow everything I have to say, we can put this entire manner behind us all.”

Through the pain you glanced toward Ignis, his calm demeanor never seemed to faluter, yet you noticed the small movements only people intimate with the man would notice. His fingers flexed, as if to summon his daggers, or perhaps a spear, as his green eyes dashed around the battlefield analyzing everything.

“It would be rather fun to see how far you can get without your little nurse, wouldn’t that be fun.” Ardyn replied, as he slowly applied more pressure to your shoulder.

You weren’t sure if it was out of reflex, yet you rocked back your free left hand coming into contact with Ardyn’s cheek with a loud smack. Only to shriek as he grabbed the wrist that had dare strike his face, freeing you from his previous hold, now holding you in spot as you stared up into his eyes.

“I could end you here and now, little one without a second thought.”

“Y/n!” Noctis called, as you pulled weakly at the hold Ardyn had on your wrist. “What is it that you want?”

“Don’t give it to him, Noctis!” You yelled, “My life isn’t worth whatever he’s…” You were cut short as you felt a force against your right cheek, the pain rushing through face as you sank to your knees, wrist still within the man’s grip, you didn’t even have time to scream. He had hit you hard enough to throw off your equilibrium and causing a horrid ringing in your ears.

“Y/n!” Ignis called.

You turned watery eyes to the man, “I’m, i’m fine Iggy.”

“Perhaps next time we should have a more private setting.” Ardyn chuckled releasing you left hand, as you cradled it to your chest, checking for sprained and broken bones, at the moment it only seemed bruising. “With this I bow out, see to it that your nurse gets herself fixed up.”

As the man’s coat tails disappear from your view, you slowly stumbled to your feet, the ringing in your head still going full force. You forbid yourself from swooning, you absolutely forbid it. Yet even you knew with the strength he hit you with, he was holding back, and you were lucky he was otherwise…you didn’t want to think about it.

“Y/N!” Ignis gasped, as he appeared at your side, always on time you thought as your legs finally gave out.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Prompto asked, appearing on the other side, ever the concerning type.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, just some bruising.” You forcibly smile, despite the movement causing your face to hurt. “We should get going.”

“You’re in no shape to be walking,wrap your arm around my shoulder.” Ignis replied, as he placed a hand under the back of your knees, swiftly standing, jumping slightly, as Prompto reached out to make sure the man didn’t drop you.

“Prompto, would you mind grabbing an ice pack from the car.” You smile to the small blonde, knowing he wanted to be helpful but didn’t know how, resting your uninjured cheek against Ignis’ shoulder. “I’m not sure what that man is, but he’s not human.”

“For the moment let’s tend to your needs, my dear.”  Ignis replied, as he walked back to the car, Noctis already in the driver seat, allowing you to rest  in Ignis’ lap. The hold he had on your lower back tighten, almost to ensure that you were still there.

The dizziness was tenfold at this point, not wanting to sleep at fear of a concussion, you instead stared straight ahead, realize just what you were up against.

Blackmail

When Danny slipped through the wall into the mayor’s office, it was nearly one in the morning. Despite the hour, Amity Park’s mayor - Vlad Masters - was sitting at his desk sorting through papers.

“Daniel,” Vlad greeted, glancing up. Despite the fact that Danny was invisible, Vlad’s eyes zeroed in on him with disturbing accuracy. “It’s well past your curfew.”

Danny scowled and crossed his arms, letting himself become visible. “I was at the hospital.”

“Ah yes. How is your friend doing?” Vlad went back to making stacks of papers.

“Seven broken bones, a punctured lung, and a severe concussion,” Danny stated. When Vlad had zero reaction, Danny threw his hands into the air. “Seriously? Have have nothing to say about that?”

“What would you like me to say?”

“Like, an apology? A tiny bit of remorse? Some semblance of humanity?” Danny stalked forwards, grabbing onto the back of one of the chairs positioned in front of Vlad’s desk. “It’s completely your fault he’s-”

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You Me Her

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Chapter Five: A Midsummer Nightmare

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Abigail Adam’s production of Grease showed for three nights in early February of Riley’s freshman year. Riley and Kai played the quirky but loveable Jan and Putzie and during the rehearsal period Riley felt comfortable playing a ‘minor roll’ as she commonly referred to it. Kai kept stressing to Riley that being a Pink Lady was not minor by any means and she shouldn’t minimise her importance to the production. His encouraging words sent Riley into a nervous tailspin and she began worrying about messing the routines up for everyone with her clumsy habits. Kai happily put in countless hours with Riley after scheduled rehearsals. So much so that by opening night Riley could perform the entire play with her eyes closed. Even the parts that she wasn’t in. 

After a month of rehearsals and Riley’s involvement in the drama club her friendship with Kai had completely solidified at this point. Kai would eat dinner with the Matthews at least three times a week, which was three times a week more than Maya had been lately. 

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Zelda’s Log #3.5: The Reckless Patient

A/N: New chapter, as promised. Credits for the main idea to @mewringo13 (thank you!). I’m already pretty much done writing the next chapter, so it may come sooner than expected :)

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‘You knew it was a bad idea to check on the roof at night’, Zelda scolded a thoroughly soaked Link while she applied white chuchu jelly on her partner’s ankle, dressed in her nightie. ‘You are still too reckless’.

‘But there was a leak on the roof!, he complained as he fidgeted on the chair, 'I had to fix it!’

'At three in the morning, while it rained. Great’, she frowned, cleaning the goo from her hands with a cloth. 'You could have waited for Mr. Bolson ​to fix it in the morning’.

'No way! It was just a misplaced shingle!’ he complained while Zelda wrapped a bandage on the injured ankle, disapproving look all over her face, ‘And it’s not about money… you know how long Bolson and Karson stayed on my lawn “taking a break”? Months. I wasn’t bothered, until I wanted to take you here, so I had to tell them I was bringing my girlfriend to live with me, so we could have actual privacy’.

'That’s really sweet’, Zelda patted the bandaged foot, 'but it doesn’t exempt you from your recklessness. Let me help you go upstairs’.

He supported himself on her to go upstairs, landing on their bed. Once he changed back -with Zelda’s aid - into his pajamas, they quickly fell asleep.

Link woke up to an empty bed. On the nightstand was a note and a tray with food.


Link, I went shopping and running errands. I’ll also go to the Lab and tell Purah about what happened in Zora’s Domain. Take a good rest. - Zelda

P.S. The food are last night’s leftovers. I’ll cook for lunch and dinner.


Zelda.

Cooking.

Those words meant anything could happen, for she would take such a mundane activity as experimentally​ as possible, and as her assistant, he had to help her… or be her test subject. Several images of highly questionable concoctions  - with ranging edibility - crossed his mind.

This was worse than going after a guardian without proper weapons. He laid in bed, looking at the ceiling, hoping for the best. After all, this was his fault.

I must apologize for last night’s stupidity. I should be taking care of her, not the other way.

Meanwhile, Zelda had left the lab, triumphant after giving Purah the news of the new champion, and had already shopped or gathered the ingredients to cook.

'Look who has a picture of Purah snap-ping o-out’, she said in a singsong, emphasizing the bad pun, as she climbed the stairs to show Link the image.

He had fallen asleep, to her surprise.


10.57 a.m. Having Link bedridden gives me the chance to acquire new skills, such as cooking. I hope to do a decent job, since he is quite the chef.

Back to the core subject, Purah​ was very surprised at the news of Sidon becoming Ruta’s new master. After recovering from the initial shock, she realized it wasn’t such a far-fetched possibility, and it would be very likely the others stopped working too sooner or later, for they would need new champions. I wonder if the process with the rest will be as swift as it was with the Zoras.

She also agreed with Robbie’s idea of dismantling all guardians, not only because any active ones pose a threat to civilians, but also to fully understand their workings, and use their technology to improve the quality of life of Hyrule’s citizens.

Once Link gets better, we will continue our journey. Now I shall try my best to make tasty meals! I wonder if any of his armor sets improves cooking skills… maybe the flamebreaker one? Gorons make great cooking spices, after all.

Link awoke to clanking sounds. They came from outside. He saw from the bedroom window Zelda petting and feeding the horses. Perfectly normal.

Wait…

Was she wearing the flamebreaker​ suit?!

His heart nearly stopped for a second.

When Link tried to look again​, she was out of sight.

Zelda is smart and resourceful, perfectly capable of fending for herself. Be calm. She held back the worst enemy possible for so long…cooking should be child’s play.

Underestimating her is an insult.

This reflection made him more at ease, so he decided to pick a book from a selection Zelda had left for him on the nightstand. As he distracted himself reading eagerly through the pages of a mythology book, Zelda entered the house, proud and triumphant, carrying a steaming pot in her hands.

'I made rice and beef for lunch and dinner, with veggies!’

Zelda helped him go to the first floor, so they could have lunch. The plates were wiped out of any food in minutes.

‘Your meal was really tasty, Zelda!’, he complimented her, considering serving himself seconds, 'Not bad at all for your first try’.

‘Thank you, dear’, she smiled cheerfully. 'I asked for help, actually’.

'I assume it was not Purah’, he guessed with a furrowed brow.

'Of course not’. Both coincided the Sheikah scientist in charge of a cooking pot would be a disaster. 'It was Ms. Uma, she is a really good teacher, and well versed in the stories of yore’.

'For your face I can see you had fun’. His heart filled with joy at her merry expression.

'I did’, she reassured him. 'I should check on your bandage, shall we?’

Zelda gathered some bandages, sat on the floor, and started checking his ankle. The swelling had reduced considerably.

'I am testing on you a salve I just made with Cool Safflina, white Chuchu jelly, and Armoranth’, she applied the ointment from a small pot, 'It should help with the swelling and ease the pain’.

‘Thank you’, he kissed her forehead, ‘for caring about this reckless man you live with, and I’m sorry for being an ass’.

'Apology accepted. I take care of you with pleasure, I couldn’t stand to lose you again’, she rested her head on his thigh for a moment, ‘lest to a bloody shingle’.

Her comment elicited a small chuckle and a pat on the head from him. She resumed her nursing labor, wrapping the new bandage on Link’s ankle.

‘I’ll try to be more careful’, he let her know, ‘I love you’.

She gave him a tender smile, and bright golden light surrounded them. Link felt a warmth spread to the injured area, and then, no more pain. No bruising, no swelling.

Zelda looked at her hands.

‘It seems… I healed you?’, she was incredulous at the event. She undid the bandage to check the vanished wound.

'You did, Zelda’, Link confirmed, as surprised as her.

‘The Goddesses have not given up on me, then’.

5:21 p.m. I have been blessed today by the Goddesses with the gift of healing. Maybe it was one of the powers I still had dormant inside me. The Golden Three surely have mysterious ways.

I think I need time to process things, in order to realize how to put my newfound power to good use, and how to trigger it at will (Mipha said she used to think about something to help her focus). After all, it can be just an isolated event.

Link thought adequate to inflict harm on himself to see if my power was still active. I convinced him reminding him of the promise he just had made of being more sensible and less of an ass.

Another newfound skill I obtained today is cooking. Ms. Uma kindly taught me the basics, after a disastrous first try on my own at the cooking pot outside the house. I tried to make seared meat and mushroom skewers, with the aid of the great flameblade to hasten the process. I wore the fireproof suit Link owns - safety first.

Despite my best effort, instead of juicy meat and crispy mushrooms, I obtained chunks of coal and burning grass. I even scared our horses. On the contrary, Link proved to be quite a heavy sleeper. So, after cleaning up the wreckage and putting the flameblade back on its place - to never ever put my hands on it again - I calmed and fed the horses, took off the flamebreaker suit, and departed to the communal cook. Recklessness is a no-no in cooking, as I learned today.

Fortunately, I had rendered useless a tiny amount of food - I had more than enough ingredients, considering my dearest Link’s appetite - so I arrived home victorious, carrying food made by myself. I earned praise from Link, but I think I have a long road ahead to improve my skill.

Tomorrow we depart to Kakariko Village. I’m so excited to see Impa again! I hope she doesn’t mind our delay.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a poly scenario with Jicheol?

“What should we do for Seungcheol’s birthday?” Jihoon asked absentmindedly while flipping through the newspaper, scanning the news articles and whatever advertisements had been put into it. It was the last week of July, meaning the big day he had just mentioned was a mere two weeks away.

You put your phone down and let out a thoughtful hum. “What’s our budget?”

Jihoon chuckled and turned to look at you. “Not very high? We both only have part-time jobs.”

“Right,” you sighed and got your feet off Jihoon’s lap, where they had been resting for a while, and sat up next to him. “Should we buy something? Make something? Take him somewhere?”

He shrugged, and remained silent for a while, before speaking up again, this time sounding hopeful. “How about all three? We could buy something, make him a card or a cake, and then take him out for dinner? I think he’ll appreciate the fact that he’s not the one paying.”

Grinning, you nudged Jihoon lightly. “Look at you, coming up with a master plan like that.”

His cheeks gained a slight hue of pink as he pursed his lips, muttering, “Don’t sound so surprised, you’re both important people to me.”

“I know,” you giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, one of your hands cupping his other cheek. “Let’s go shopping later this week, shall we?”

All you got was a nod, and once you had already returned to your phone, a quick kiss on your lips, after which you smiled widely and leaned your head against Jihoon’s shoulder. He rested his head lightly against yours and continued reading the news with a small smile on his lips.



It was Saturday morning, and you and Jihoon were just about to dress up and leave the apartment you three shared when Seungcheol came out of the bedroom, his smile wide and bright as he stretched out his bare upper body.

“What gets you so happy?” you asked with a giggle while putting your shoes on, and even Jihoon smiled at your boyfriend.

“I turn 22 in one and a half weeks,” Seungcheol said simply, and remained smiley when he looked at the two of you, now done stretching. “Where are you guys going?”

“We have some errands to do,” you hummed, and Jihoon nodded along.

Seungcheol squinted with a playful grin spreading to his lips. “Are you buying me a birthday present? You are, aren’t you!”

“You wish,” Jihoon said with a roll of his eyes and opened the door out of the apartment; despite his words, as soon as his back was facing Seungcheol, his lips curved into a smile.

Seungcheol pouted, and you laughed while grabbing your bag, mouthing the shirtless, pouty boyfriend of yours “He loves you” before giving him a kiss and leaving with Jihoon.

The dark-haired male shrugged, and as he moved to the kitchen to get some breakfast, continued humming about how his birthday was coming up and how you were definitely buying him something.

Meanwhile, you and Jihoon walked to the nearby shopping center, looking around curiously when you arrived.

“Where should we start?” you asked in wonder while scanning all the stores, spotting jewelry, books, clothes, music… just about everything. While Jihoon worried his lower lip between his teeth, deep in thought, you caught his hand in yours and interlaced your fingers.

Squeezing your hand in his, Jihoon finally spoke. “Do you think he’d like a watch? His current one’s a bit… worn out, I’d say.”

“A bit,” you said with a laugh, and began leading your boyfriend to the nearest jewelry store. “I think he’d love a watch.”

Jihoon smiled, and once you were in the store, began looking at the watches. You tried not to focus too much on everything else they had to offer, and laughed every time Jihoon pulled you back when you were about to wander off to look at necklaces and rings.

Grinning, he looked at you warmly. “Try to focus, we need to find him a watch that looks good and is affordable.”

“Sorry,” you sing-sang and looked at the collection of watches. None of them really struck you as something that Seungcheol would wear, so some minutes later you were pouting a little. “I think we should try another store.”

“Yeah,” Jihoon said with a sigh, just as disappointed as you were.

You walked to another store, and were delighted to find a watch just like Seungcheol as soon as you walked in. The price, however, was a bit out of your range, which made you pout - at least until Jihoon pulled out a coupon from his pocket.

“I actually have a discount,” he said with a small smile that only widened when you turned to look at him like he had just saved the day, which he pretty much had.

“I love discounts,” you said as you hugged Jihoon, and grinned when you pulled back, looking at his slightly embarrassed expression.

He chuckled and shook his head, after which you proceeded to move to the cashier, and a moment later you left the store with the watch in a neat box that was in a gift wrap.

With the present bought, everything else seemed a lot easier, and you stopped for some coffee before moving on to the nearest store selling stationery and the like, from where you bought some materials for the birthday card (and bought a ready one just in case something went wrong).

When you got back home, you were met with an empty apartment, since Seungcheol had a football game. Jihoon sighed in relief. “This makes hiding the present a lot easier.”

“This makes a lot of things easier,” you laughed while unloading the card materials onto the kitchen table, which you more often than not also used as a desk. “Should we do the card now?”

Jihoon took a look at the time, and concluding that you had enough time, nodded and went to hide the box the watch was in. “Sure, let’s get to it.”

Making the card proved out to be a lot more fun than the two of you had initially anticipated, and you were happy to notice that you wouldn’t need the backup card, after all. What was a bit less fun was when Seungcheol came home and you realized that time had passed a lot faster than you thought, and had to scramble as you had to hide the card and the materials used on it, and threw whatever waste was left to the trash.

“Were you working on something?” Seungcheol asked with a grin when he had locked the door behind himself, dropping his training bag to the floor. “You look so panicked.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you laughed nervously, looking at Jihoon from the corner of your eye as he speed walked to your bedroom to hide the card. A relieved sigh left your lips. “How was the game?”

“Guess,” Seungcheol smirked smugly and walked up to you, placing his hand on your lower back and slowly leaning down. “We won.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself at least a little as he kissed you in a way that took your breath away. At that point you didn’t even mind the fact that he was sweaty - with his lips so demanding on yours and his hand pulling you flush against him, you didn’t even register it.

When he pulled away, he smiled at you. “You’re cute.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled dazedly, blinking slowly while Seungcheol started moving to the bedroom.

“Jihoonie!” he called out while disappearing into the dark room, where Jihoon had yet to come out of. You laughed as you listened to the exchange in the bedroom.

“You’re sweaty, stay awa–” Jihoon’s stern words were cut short, and you knew that the reason was that Seungcheol was giving him a kiss similar to the one you had just gotten. Soon Jihoon continued, his voice much softer. “…y from me.”

Much to your relief, Seungcheol didn’t bring up his birthday again that evening, and instead glowed about the fact that his team had won the soccer game while showing you and Jihoon affection every chance he got.



The closer you had gotten to Seungcheol’s birthday, the more excited he was about it, and the more you and Jihoon shared excited grins, although you were both still a bit nervous about whether he’d actually like the watch or not.

When the evening of Seungcheol’s birthday finally came, all three of you went out for dinner. The restaurant wasn’t the fanciest, but it also wasn’t the shabbiest - just the right amount of fanciness for the birthday, but not enough to make any of you uncomfortable.

You ate with happy chatter passing around, and when your plates had been taken away and you were waiting for dessert, Jihoon finally turned to Seungcheol with his lips curving into a smile.

“We got a present for you,” he said, his voice steady and warm as he looked into the excited, dark brown eyes of his boyfriend.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile of your own, immensely pleased to see the birthday boy so happy. Seungcheol could barely keep his bottom on the chair as he grinned, the gummy grin that had both your and Jihoon’s hearts melting.

“What is it?” he asked, excited, and moved his gaze from you to Jihoon and back to you.

Jihoon turned to look at you expectantly, and you threw him a look just as expectant. A moment passed, and slowly the smile on Jihoon’s face died out as he frowned a little. “…Didn’t you bring it?”

Your eyes widened. “Weren’t you supposed to?”

“No,” Jihoon said curtly, his voice rising a little in pitch, and sighed while rubbing his temples a little. You pouted, unsure of what to say.

“…From what I’m getting, I assume I’ll get my present when we get back home?” Seungcheol asked, still smiling brightly as he laughed at you and Jihoon.

The two of you threw him apologetic looks, and spoke in unison. “We’re sorry.”

Seungcheol shook his head and placed his hands on top of yours and Jihoon’s. “It’s fine. I can’t wait to get those tickets to see Taeyang.”

You and Jihoon looked at him with wide eyes, at which Seungcheol couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“I’m kidding, I’ll love whatever you’ve gotten me,” he said while snickering, and only calmed down a little when the waiter brought you your dessert.

“You better…” you muttered with a pout, and got an assuring squeeze on your thigh from Jihoon.

Seungcheol nodded, and with a straight face, said what you considered to be one of the cheesiest things he had ever said, which was a lot. “I mean, I love you two, so I’m bound to love what you’ve bought for me, too.”

Jihoon grimaced but smiled anyway, and you snorted. Seungcheol grinned cheekily while digging into his piece of cheesecake, feeling incredibly self-satisfied.

In the end you and Jihoon were happy to see that Seungcheol really loved the watch, and immediately replaced his old one with it. Neither of you really minded the kisses you got from him that night, although you did both give him quite a few, too.

“It’s been a great birthday,” Seungcheol said with a happy sigh when you were all lying in bed, having one of your usual talk sessions before sleeping.

“We tried,” Jihoon grinned and shared a warm look with you, and you smiled at him. 


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i wanna be yours (daddy issues ch. 5)

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the pack goes clubbing. erica finds naomi in bed with isaac. someone sees something they’re not supposed to see. 


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12x17 Coda - The British Invasion

First time writing a coda. And it’s canon divergent. Cuz. I need to fix that traimatizing ending.

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Mick walked into their temporary headquarters, looking around confused as to why Ketch even called him there. He was still trying to wrap his head around what happened.

They made they play for Dagon and Lucifer’s baby. And it was a good. Everything had been going according to plan and it was a damn good plan. Even with Rawlings there, everything seemed to go off without a hitch. Until Dagon and the woman carrying the nephilim vanished. And the bullet from the Colt hit Rawlings. He died almost instantly.

Mick had pulled his gun on the female hunter who had accompanied the Winchesters. She had looked shaken and shocked with what happened. But Mick had orders, and a code. A code that he had begun doubting after the Alpha attack. Even during the werewolf hunt, his doubts were taking up more of his mind. SHe hadn’t meant to shoot Rawlings. And yeah, he wanted the smug bloke gone but, rules were rules. You kill another Man of Letters, and the penalty is death.

But Sam’s words struck a chord in him. “The only code you have to live by is your own.” Those words echoed in his head as he drove back, leaving the body behind him.

He walked into the strategy room to see Ketch standing at the conference table, polishing one of his guns. “Why did you call me back?”

“I didn’t make the call.”

Mick didn’t even have time to be confused before Dr. Hess walked out from his office. She went on and on about protocol and how the American hunters were a lost cause. But the only thing Mick could think of was what Sam said to him. He was done following orders he question. He was his own man who could make his own decisions. He was done with the code. He was going to listen to his gut. And his gut told him that he did the right thing.

He told her that the WInchesters have saved lives by doing what they believed was the right thing. No matter what the cost was. And it worked. The American hunters had their own code. It wasn’t official or strict like the British Men of LEtters’ but, it was there and they lived by it.

“You found me when I was a boy and I followed your orders. But I am a man now and I am going to do what’s right.”

“If you won’t listen to reason then there is only one solution.” Dr. Hess looked to Ketch, giving him a silent order.

Ketch nodded and raised his gun.

MIck heard the shot and had to check to make sure he was still alive. He was certain the Ketch was meant to kill him. He turned to Ketch, the look of confusion clear on his face. “What?” He looked back over at Dr. Hess. Well, Dr. Hess’s body. “What did you just do?”
Ketch was taking the silencer of his SIG Sauer and placed it back in it’s case. “I did what needed to be done.” He unloaded the magazine and placed that in the case as well. “I was tired of that old bat anyway.” He was so nonchalant about everything.

“Well, what are supposed to do now? Once the old men hear of this,” Mick paused. He knew that once word got back to the Elders, well, once they realized Dr. Hess did not return from her trip to America, there would be a price on their head.

“Right now,” Ketch closed his gun case. “Now, we will pour ourselves a drink.”

“And then?”

“And then we shall continue our mission. We came here to rid this country of monsters. And I believe this,” he waved his hand towards Dr. Hess’s body, “may finally get the Winchesters fully on our side.”

Mick just stood there, still shocked. Shocked that he wasn’t dead. Shocked that Ketch killed Dr. Hess. But, he was glad he followed his gut. They could deal with the old men later. Now, they would have a glass of scotch and figure the rest out later.

Prince!Youngjae AU (Part 1)

A/N - Here’s the first part to my new Youngjae series! Writing this is going to be so fun and I really hope you all like reading it as much as I have liked planning it for you~ As I said in the preview I posted yesterday, updates should be fairly regular. Anyway, here it is!

Preview | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

(Y/N) brought her sword down, one hand wiping away the sweat on her brow. She had been training all morning before her duties as new bodyguard to the prince started. She wasn’t overly fond of the man but wanted to make the most of her new position since it might help her reach her goals of becoming captain of the royal guard. Walking through the halls of the palace, she wondered how the prince would treat her. She knew he was nice enough but didn’t know too much about what he was like behind closed doors. Curiosity filled her mind as she reached his room and knocked on the large wooden door. 
“Yes?”
“It’s (Y/N), your highness. I’m your new bodyguard.” There was no reply but footsteps could be heard reaching closer to the door. Youngjae pulled it open, a loud squeaking noise coming from the hinges. 
“Hello, (Y/N). Do come in. I plan to walk around the grounds later but for now I’m just doing some things in here.”

She walked into the intricately decorated room and looked around, taking in even the small details. Youngjae sat on a chair, returning to some form of paperwork on his desk. Glancing over his shoulder, you saw it was some business the king had assigned for him, most likely to help prepare Youngjae for when he would be king. 
“Your father got you doing his work for him?”
“Yes, he thinks it’s time I took a more active role in his court,” Youngjae chuckled. 
“And you don’t?”
“Well, it’s not exactly exciting is it. I’m sure you’ve sat through some of his briefings before. I want to avoid that for as long as I can.”
“It might not be exciting but I’m afraid you have no choice, your highness. Since your sisters have married other princes, you’re the only one left who can become king. Well, there are others but you’re the only direct heir to the throne.”
“Yes, I know. You’re beginning to sound like my mother there. And please, just call me Youngjae not ‘your highness’.”
“Alright then, Youngjae.”

Later on, the two walked through the grounds of the palace, taking in the scenery. It was very picturesque and often (Y/N) would have to pinch herself to remind her that the beauty of the grounds was real and not actually a dream. 
“Youngjae, I know you find royalty and the paperwork boring, but do you really have no interest in your country and the troubles it is facing?”
“I do care about the country, I just don’t wish to rule it. Being king isn’t something I feel I’d be good at. I’d much prefer to just be a regular person and not some authoritative figure.”
“But think of the power you would have! You can help this country and guide it to becoming more peaceful with the world.”
“More peaceful?”
“Yes, do you not know we’re at risk of war? Tensions have been high for some time and recently, leaders of other countries seem to be in a state of dislike with us. More and more rebel groups have been rising too. Did you really not know anything about that?”
“No. I told you, I find my father’s briefings boring and even when I do go, I tend to fall asleep from boredom.”
“I can’t believe that. A prince who doesn’t know anything about what’s happening outside of his palace walls! Youngjae, you really need to sort out your priorities a bit. You should at least know some of this stuff.”
“Why do you care so much? It’s my life and I will do with it what I like.”
“Yes, it is your choice,” she shrugged. “You can continue with your sheltered life, or you can become someone who matters. Who actually does things.”
“Are you saying I don’t matter?”
“Well, as a person you do. But your soul? Not really. In the end, the ones who do good and use their power and ability to better the world are the ones who truly matter. And I strongly suggest you become one of them. Now, I have to leave to speak with your father. He requested I talk to him about my new role as your bodyguard. I shall see you later, Youngjae.” She bowed gracefully and left Youngjae standing there, completely speechless. 

Her words rang in his head, ‘you can become someone who matters.’ He had never been spoken to like that. Anyone who mentioned his neglect for his position in the court would just drop the subject as soon as he said he didn’t care. No one had ever dared to imply that his life was worthless or not fulfilled. No one but her. And while he hated her for it, he also felt something else. Something besides contempt. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but it was having one hell of an effect on him. Youngjae wanted to take on her words and do something more than just admire the flowers in the gardens. He wanted to work harder. And maybe it was so he could impress her…

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HELLO I WAS TOLD BY paternalpadfoot THAT YOU COULD GIVE ME AN IN-DEPTH BREAKDOWN ON THE WHOLE DEAL WITH JOHN LAURENS SO I AM HERE FOR THAT THANKS

HELLO I AM ASSUMING THAT BY “THE WHOLE DEAL WITH JOHN LAURENS” YOU MEAN “TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT JOHN LAURENS,” AND I CAN DO EXACTLY THAT (also sorry that it took me forever to answer this)

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Arthur Pendragon X Reader - Sheets

Word Count: 1855

Summary: As a servant at the castle, you are assigned the job of changing Arthur’s sheets, but Arthur decides to bother you as you attempt to get the job done


“Merlin!” You took a step back, letting the cold water the boy had just splashed on you drip onto the floor. “I was taking these sheets to Arthur’s room.” Merlin looked at you with an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Here, let me grab you some dry ones.” He took the sopping sheets from your hands before you could protest. “Be right back,” he guaranteed, before rushing down the hall. You sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting for his return.

You were a servant at the castle. Fortunately ( or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), you were no one’s personal servant, but it was just an unspoken deal between everyone that you took to things involving the prince or Lady Morganna (things that their personal servants hadn’t done, of course). Maybe it was because they were both your friends, or maybe it was simply because none of the other servants wanted the chance of having to do something dreadful for Arthur, but the reason didn’t matter to you. You simply enjoyed not having to serve Uther all the time.

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[ Cassian Week ] - Day 3 - favourite relationship(s)

I would fight to the death for every single Rogue One character, but I still have the dorkiest soft-spot for Cassian & K-2SO, best friends forever. :’)


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Cassian & K-2SO + Cassian Andor/Bodhi Rook | 1611 words | below or [ Ao3 ] | part 8 of cassian said I had to

K-2’s circuits get scrambled by an electrical storm, he’s still there for Cassian when it counts.

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breakfast (jungkook x reader)

breakfast (smut scenario)


You are in the kitchen, making breakfast, when Jungkook comes in and wraps his arms around your waist behind you.

“Whatcha doing?” he asks while still wrapping his arms around your waist.

You jokingly say “Nothing that concerns you. Now please step aside while I make breakfast”.

He comes close to your ear and whispers “Dont start something you cant finish baby” and kisses your neck. You start to get shivers down your spine.

“Try me”, you say bravely, wanting to see what will happen next.

A smirk comes on his face as one of his hand is off your waist and his hand slowly down your panties. You were wearing nothing but your underwear and his T-shirt because you spent the night at his place.

A moan escapes from your mouth as he enters 3 fingers in you. While he’s fingering you, his other hand still on your waist slowly moves up and starts to massage your boob. A few minutes later, you hit your high and cum on his hands. He licks his fingers, “you taste delicious”, he says while smirking.

“Well since you distracted me with your pervert self, no breakfast for you”, you say, teasing him.

“Oh don’t worry, I already had my breakfast”, while biting his lip, “shall we continue this in the bedroom?”

You both go in the bedroom and history was made.


Amortentia (Draco x Reader)

The reader smells Draco’s hair in the amortentia and he’s start flirting with her..

Words: ~ 2000

Originally posted by draco-malfoys-wife

Potion was your last class before lunch. You were sleepy and hungry, and Snape’s monotone voice didn’t help you much.

„Now turn page 64. You’ll find the recipe of the amortentia. Try not to mess up completely.”

As usual, you’ve done most of the work. You were one of the best students of the year, and potions was your favourite. Draco was a smartass too, but sometimes he just doesn’t care about such unimportant things like making a potion right. The amortentia was almost done when your partner returned to the table.

„Oh, are you here? I almost forgot that I actually have a partner in this class. What’s happened? Your girls started to get boring?”

„Never, Y/L/N. Have you seen Daphne’s skirt today? A bit too short. I bet it’s just because of me.” – he smirked.

„Of course, Draco, you’re a center of every girl’s world.” – you added sarcastically before called Snape to look at your work.

„It’s already done?” – Draco asked in surprise.

„Yes, no thanks to you.” – you said a bit angrily. You really liked him, he was your best friend, but sometimes he was really get on your nerves.

„10 point to Slytherin!” – Snape added after he examined your potion. You smiled proudly while the other slytherins cheers for you.

„That’s my girl!” – Draco started. „So, what are you smelling?”

You didn’t even need to lean over to the cauldron. The smells were so intense and addictive you didn’t want to stop breathing. You were lost in them. For a few moments that seems like hours you forgot where you were until you heard Malfoy’s voice in the distance.

„Y/N! Are you still with me?”

„Yeah, yes, sooo.. it’s like old books. And kittens, and green apple, and…” – you stopped there because you realized you’ve said more than enough already. Green apple, what the hell.

„And?”

„Pumpkin pie!” – and of course it wasn’t pumpkin pie. You couldn’t miss the last scent because it was the most intense from all of it. You couldn’t miss it because you’ve smelled that like a thousand times when you hugged him or when you felt asleep on his shoulder at the common room’s couch. Merlin’s beard, you smelled Draco’s hair in that bloody amortetnia! You knew that you had a crush on him for a while now but you haven’t realized that it’s so strong. Well, until now.

Of course you didn’t tell him, but before you could calm yourself down, that usual big smirk appeared on his face:

„Green apple, is it?”

„Yes, green apple. You know I love fruits.” – you explained like this is the most natural thing in the world.

„Especially when I eat that fruit, isn’t it true, darling? No need to hide your feelings anymore!” – he said it with so much confidence you could slap him right in the face.

„Are you done? And by the way, you’re very welcome. I know it was very kind of me to make all the work instead of you. Again.” It was never easy to make you blush, but in that moment you were need all of your energy to not to come apart.

„Don’t switch the topic, love. But I didn’t blame you, I can also smell myself in the cauldron.”

You rolled your eyes on him. After the class you went to lunch, and you hoped he’ll forget about the green apple-thing, but why he’d do such thing. He’s Draco Malfoy.

In the following days Draco didn’t want to stop teasing you. He was constantly making comments about how you fell in love with him, even if he was really just kidding. He also started to compliment you in a pretty dirty way, like „I bet you look beautiful when you have an orgasm”, or „Please wear a longer skirt or I’ll lose my self control”. You were getting angrier every day because he made you weak and very fustrated. Not to mention you secretly enjoyed it.

You went to study in the library with Hermione. Even if you were a slytherin, you made friends with people from other houses too. Your housemates doesn’t really approve this sometimes, but they didn’t dare to mess with you. You were kind, but you can also handle yourself well.

„Ronald, would you please shut up? Madam Pince will throw all of us out and despite of you, we’ll actually want to pass our next exam.” – Hermione threw knives with her eyes to Ron and Harry.

„Oh come on girls. Why the bloody hell do you two study so much for that, you’ll pass anyway.”

„Apperantly not, if you doesn’t leave us alone.”

You could hardly concentrate because your thoughts were far away, in the dungeons, with a certain blond haired boy. Ron grasped your arm and shaked you a bit to wake you up from your daydream when you heard your only one Slytherin Prince’s voice.

„Take your hand off my girl, Weasley!”

The trios reaction was hilarious to that comment. Hermione’s eyes widened open, Harry looked confused and Ron disgusted… a bit.

„I’m not your girl, Draco, now please go back to your whores and don’t interrupt our study session.” – you commented while Draco take a seat next to you, smirk on his face.

„Oh don’t be so jelaous, love, you know you can be the only one in my bed.”

Hermione’s eyes widened open even more if it was possible. Seriously, he can’t stop.

„I think she didn’t want you here, Malfoy.”

„Nobody asked you, Potter.” Harry was about to say something, but you cut him off. With closed eyes, you sighed:

„Please, Draco, shut up and get out of here before I’ll hex you. I’m not kidding!”

Draco smirked again. „Oh, I know you don’t you little nasty thing.” He stood up and take out something from his robe pocket.

„Here, you’ll need energy for studying and all those things that’ll come later tonight.” He placed a green apple in front of you before he winked at you and left the library.

The other were still speechless when you suggested:

„Okay, shall we continue?”

„Sure, Y/N! But first, please can you tell us why the bloody hell Malfoy calls you his girl?!” – Ron asked with a confused look, and Hermione and Harry was curious indeed. They hated Draco and Draco hated them, you wasn’t sure that you should tell them about what’s going on, but you also saw that this whole thing won’t end up easily. You sighed and started.

„Last week on potions… when we had to make amortentia, maybe I smelled green apple in it.” They still looked confused so you continued. „So who’s eating green apple almost everyday?”

„OH GODRICK!” – Hermione yelled. – „You have a crush on Malfoy?”

„Shhh!” – you started, but it was too late; the librarian already rushed over to you.

„Get out of my library! NOW! All of you before I’ll hex you all!”

Madam Pince looked like she can really hex you within a few moments, so you packed your things and run out from the library.

„I can’t believe you fancies him. This is insane!”

„Why him? I mean.. Why?” – Ron was shocked too. All of them looked at you like you’re out of your mind, so you decided it’s better if you go back to your dorm room. You were really need some alone-time.

You stepped into the Slytherin common room. You headed straight to your dorm, when you heard Draco’s voice again from one of the couch.

„Well if it isn’t my favourite potions partner! I knew you’ll miss me.”

You didn’t even look at him, you started to run to your room, slammed the door, fell in your bed and started to cry. You didn’t even know why. Too much stress, too much tension. Now Draco knows you love him, and he treat the situation like it’s a bloody joke. You were exhausted from keep your secret, exhausted from not to tell him how you really love him, exhausted from no to touch him. It was just too much to handle right now, and you let the stress flown out from your eyes.

The next day you overslept. You were late from Charm, and when you’ve arrived Pansy already took a seat next to Draco. You really didn’t mind it now, you wasn’t in the mood to listening the boy dirty comments. You sat next to Blaise, opened your book in a hope that you can choke your thoughts in your studies. After a few moments, Blaise whispered to you.

„Why are you cried last night?”

„I-I wasn’t cry” – you stammered and covered your eyes a bit, maybe it was red and puffy.

„Come on Y/N… Pansy told us.”

Us?” – now you were frightened.

„Let’s just say half of the Slytherin house knows that you cried out loud like a baby in your bed half of the night. – Blaise said with a smile. – „But seriously. what’ wrong?”

„Nothing, Blaise, I just overstressed.” You must be sound convincing (you didn’t even lie so big), because Blaise stopped asking questions. But damn, Pansy! Why she always have to tell everything to everyone? And you didn’t even cry out loud, maybe just sob a bit louder than you should.

When the class was over, you rushed out. You didn’t need people asking you what’s wrong and why you cried. You were halfway to the girl’s bathroom when you heard Draco’s voice. Oh Godric, why now.

„Hey Y/N! Can you slow down?”

You stopped, but when he reached you he grasped your arm and led you to a quieter place.

„What is it, Draco, why you brought me here?”

His hand was still on your arm – he was very close to you which make you blushed a little. „I heard that you cried last night.” – of course he did, thank you Pansy. There was no smirk on his face this time; his voice was gentle and his face was like he’s actually worrying. „What’s wrong? Somebody hurt you? If it was Weasley yesterday, I swear I’ll kill him.”

„Draco, calm down, I’m fine! And anyway, Ron couldn’t hurt a fly.”

„Than why did you cried?” He moved his hands from your upper arm to your face, gently stroked it with his thumb, made your cheeks red as hell now. You felt your head is getting hotter under his cold hands. You never felt this nervous around him or anyone else so you completely lost the control.

„I seriously smelled green apple in the amortentia.” – you started.

„Okay, I know, you love apples and not me, I get it. Sorry if I was out of the line…” – he apoligized while pulled away a little.

„Yes, well, the last scent wasn’t pumpkin pie, it was your hair.” your voice was a whisper, like you hoped he won’t hear.

Silence. He examined your shining eyes and your blushed cheecks very slowly with his icy blue eyes.

„Say something, will you? I embarassed myself enough for today, so…”

„I knew you love me, Y/L/N!” – he said with that smirk again. Here we are.

You started getting angry insted of nervous, but before you could shout at him why he joking on this, he wrapped his arms around waist, pulled you closer and kissed you gently. To your surprise he was slow. His lips was soft, and you felt that his cold skin getting warmer too. Your hands was on his chest, your knees were weak from your shaking legs.

He stopped, but not really pulled away from you; your lips almost still touching.

„What’s wrong, darling? You’re shaking  like I kissed some other parts of your body.” – he teased while he looked down on your body.

„Shut up.” – you commanded with a smile before kissed him hard, but after a few seconds he pulled away again.

„I also smelled your hair.”

„REALLY?” – you yelled from surprise and happiness.

„Stop shouting love, yes, I smelled you. And I couldn’t really handle this, that’s why I behave like this lately.”

„You are such a git.” – you rolled your eyes but also smiled.

He took your hand while you walked to the next class. You were not just relieved but also incredibly happy.

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This was my first, hope you’ll like it!