what she means:
when maya first met apollo in spirit of justice she said phoenix described him as "unreliable." at first i thought she might mean when apollo quit the agency during clay's murder trial, but then Phoenix clarified that he said that two years ago, aka during the events of aa4. apollo won all of his trials during aa4 with practically no assistance or advice from Phoenix (aside from the last case when Phoenix basically hijacks the game from him). in what way was apollo's court performance during that game "unreliable"? maybe not in his first trial against kristoph, which was his literal first time taking lead on a court case and couldn't possibly have expected his mentor to turn out to be a psychopathic killer, apollo is clearly able to hold his own in court while actually knowing what he's talking about instead of bluffing. why would phoenix call apollo "unreliable" when he literally acts as the only source of income for the WAA besides Trucy's magic shows, which don't appear to become popularized until at least a year later? apollo shows up to his trials as prepared as the cases allow, how is he "unreliable"? how dare phoenix wright, disgraced defense attorney who has reduced his life to underground gambling and guzzling "grape juice", call apollo justice, a brand new attorney who started his solo career one year younger than phoenix, "unreliable"
He shrugged. “No, just…” He sighed. “My dad’s not coming to something kind of…important to me.”
She frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“I mean, I knew he wouldn’t, but… I guess I hoped things would be different now.”
By the way he looked at her, she knew she shouldn’t press. After all, there was only so much they could share without revealing their identities. “Well…” she gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe you can ask some friends to come instead.” She wished she could attend, but without knowing who he was, that would be impossible.
Sometimes, keeping their identities safe was difficult and even painful, but she knew it was better this way. Once they’d discussed it, he’d even agreed with her.
Still, as Marinette watched Adrien play at his recital, painfully aware of Gabriel Agreste’s absence, she couldn’t help but wonder if someone had gone to Chat Noir’s event to support him the way she, Nino, and Alya had attended Adrien’s recital. She hoped so.
AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!
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You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.
Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.
“You’re getting better.”
You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”
Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”
You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”
Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”
You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”
Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”
Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.
You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.
The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”
You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”
Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”
You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”
Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”
You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”
“If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”
You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”
Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”
Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”
You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”
You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”
He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”
You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”
You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”
You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.
“Hi Mrs. Wayne.”
You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”
The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”
You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”
Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”
You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”
“Self preservation wins out.”
You nod, “It would seem so.”
There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”
You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”
“Do you have a costume?”
Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”
She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.
“Y/N,” He says slowly.
“Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.
He tries again, “Y/N…”
“I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”
“Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”
You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”
“He knows the risk. We all do.”
“He’s thirteen Bruce.”
“And what could you do at thirteen?”
“That’s a different situation.”
“I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”
Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”
“Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”
Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”
“My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”
He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”
You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”
Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.
You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”
His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”
You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”
The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.
The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.
“Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.
You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”
“You need a better suit.”
“Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”
You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”
Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”
Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”
You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”
Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”
“Loved your last Remus piece! Would you maybe do one where the
reader is friends with the marauders, secretly in love with Remus, and once she
finds out he is a were she makes wolfsbane for him secretly leaving it in the
shack since she doesn’t want to pressure him into telling her. The boys get
curious as to who is making it so they use the invisibility cloak and catch her
leaving it one day. Lots of fluff! Thank you and have a good day!” Aw! Thank you so so much! And I loved this idea, hope you like
how it turned out!
Italics= thoughts and flashbacks.
Also, in this instance professor Merrythought will be teaching
DADA since there is no clear answer to who was teaching it after she retired
during the marauders era.
You were a sixth year
Gryffindor along with the poster children for trouble, also known as the
marauders. You had been best friends with them ever since first year, but you
have also been in love with one of them just as long. It started out as crush
but after getting to know the sweet and gentle boy better, it turned into love.
You were in love with none other than Remus Lupin, he was just as michevious as
the rest but he was gentler and much more reasonable.
It wasn’t until your third
year at Hogwarts that you found out about his “furry little problem” as both
James and Sirius refer to it. Every month Remus would get sick, you didn’t
think much of it during your first year but then during your second year,
Sirius, James and Peter would disappear as well.
Second Year, after Christmas break.
“Hey guys! I was looking all over for you, have you seen Remus?
The night sky is pretty clear so I was wondering if he wanted to star gaze and
finish our astronomy project.” You told the pair of boys who were sitting at
the back of the library.
“Sorry Y/N, it’s his aunt’s birthday tomorrow so he left afte
class.” James said as he continued to write on a piece of parchment, no doubt
an overdue essay.
“Wasn’t his aunt’s birthday last month?” You questioned.
“He has more than one aunt, this one is also very dear to him.”
Sirius asserted as he stood from his chair, gathering his things.
“Oh okay, do you guys want to go and stargaze with me then?”
“Sorry sweet cheeks, but we have that test to study for, you go
ahead and tell us about it tomorrow, okay?” Sirius replied as he ruffled your
head affectionately. He and James left the library, leaving you with your
thoughts. Funny thing was that you all had the same classes and there was no
such test coming up, rather than keep interrogating them you played dumb and
left it at that.
of Second Year
“Hey, James! Have you seen Remus? He wasn’t in class today and I
was wondering if he wanted any of the chocolate my mother sent me.”
“Um, sorry Y/N, he came down with a nasty stomach virus last
night and went home for the weekend since he doesn’t like to stay in the
hospital wing.” He answered.
“Oh that’s odd, he seemed fine last night.”
“Yeah, but you know how those bugs are, one minutes you’re fine
and the next you’re kneeling over the loo hoping to be out of your misery
soon.” He shrugged.
“Well, do you want some chocolate? She sent me far too much for
just one person.”
“I would love some but I gotta run, Sirius, Peter and I have a
double detention with Slughorn and I’m already late. I’ll catch you later!” and
with that he ran off before you could bid him goodbye.
Another one of their excuses that didn’t add up since Slughorn
loved James, and pretty much turned a blind eye when it came to the marauders.
“Remus!” you exclaimed as you spotted your best friend down the
hall, giving him a hug as you caught up with him.
“Looks like someone missed me.” He said chuckling as he hugged
“You have no idea, you and the boys are always ditching me, I
almost feel as if you all plan it and go to an Y/N free zone once a month to
detox.” You joked back but you saw him gulp. So you were right, it wasn’t your
imagination, they did all go out at least once a month without you.
“Nonsense, you can blame Peter for this one because he got us
all sick this weekend, but don’t worry I’m feeling much better today.” He said
smiling as you both made your way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts. You
both set your bags down as you saw that everyone was gathered around the center
of the room where a wardrobe stood rattling.
“Hello class! Today we have a hands on activity, as you all
noticed that is not ordinary wardrobe, inside of it is a boggart. Can anyone
tell me what that is?” no one raised their hand but Professor Merrythought called
on Remus, knowing that he must have some sort of idea considering that his
father was an expert when it came to things like this.
“A boggart is an amortal shape-shifting non-being that takes on
the form of the viewer’s worst fear. It has no definite form since it changes
depending on the person since he or she will fear different things.” He
replied, looking uneasy, the carefree demeanor he had with you before class had
vanished as he eyed the wardrobe wearily.
“Correct Mr. Lupin, ten points to Gryffindor. So right now, this
particular boggart is sitting in the darkness inside has not yet assumed a
form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of
the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I
let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.” The
class remained silent, you could see many uneasy and worried looks.
“In order to get rid of one, one must concentrate on turning
said fearful thing into something funny, so that fear can be dispelled in
amusement as you say the incantation, ‘Riddikulus.’ Wands out, and repeat after
me, Riddikulus.” The class did as they were told and soon enough you were all
lining up, you and Remus made your way by where Sirius and James were standing
and you all watched as Peter went first.
A snake came slithering out of the wardrobe, increasing in size
as it got closer to Peter.
“Now Mr. Pettigrew!” Professor Merrythought shouted.
“R-riddikulus!” Peter shouted and in and instant the snaked
turned into a slinky, laughter echoed in the room and soon enough everyone was
pushing to be next.
One by one they all went and it was finally James’s turn, you
bit your lip knowing well enough what his worst fear was. The wardrobe door
opened once again and, a cow came out, walking slowly and mooing ominously at
James. Both you and Remus bursted out laughing, remembering how a few summers
ago, you all went to the muggle country side and somehow James angered a herd
of cows and they chased him for five miles, it took Remus and Sirius a good
twenty minutes to compose themselves before helping him.
“RIDDIKULUS!” James shouted with a little too much gusto, no
doubt wanting to get it over and done with. The cow then turned into a dozen of
black and white polka dotted snitches that buzzed around the room clumsily.
Sirius was next, you and Remus had a small betting pool going on
between the two of you, knowing your best friends fairly well, you both knew
what was going to come out of the wardrobe for Sirius.
Sure enough, a giant, and muscly Kreacher came out, hunched over
with a menacing look on his face. You all knew Sirius wasn’t very fond of his
house elf. The Kreacher like boggart wasn’t even halfway across the room when
Sirius was already yelling Riddikulus, turning Kreacher into a giant balloon
animal, squeaking with every movement.
It was finally your turn and you were not looking forward to it,
in fact you had turned slightly pale at the thought of facing one of your
biggest fears. Remus gave you an encouraging nod and you went to face your
At least fifty needles came flying out at you, all looking
extremely sharp, you froze on the spot and even though they wouldn’t really
hurt you, Remus ran towars you and yelled out.
“RIDDIKULUS!” not only did he protect you, but your boggart
turned into a bunch of flowers; daisies, sunflowers and pansies bloomed around
the room, but once the buds opened, a trumpet like sound was emitted, prompting
You thanked Remus and he nodded, both of you blushing, you saw
that he hesitantly made his way towards the front, knowing that he was one of
the last ones to g; he needed to participate in order to get a good mark. The doors
to the wardrobe opened and out came a great yellow ball, if you had blinked you
would’ve missed it because in instant it was zipping around the room as a
deflated balloon. That was no ordinary yellow ball, that was a full moon. Your
theory was confirmed when you saw how the rest of the marauders were throwing
worry glances towards Remus, the class didn’t seem to noticed what his boggart
was since they were still laughing about the trumpeting flowers.
Ever since that fateful DADA class, you had finally figured out
what your best friends were hiding from you. Your suspicions came true when you
followed them during the full moon, drinking a potion that would make your
movements as quiet as a mouse, you also had borrowed James’s invisibility cloak
last week and had ‘forgotten’ to give it back this morning. You followed them
into the shrieking shack, and when you saw how your best friends transformed
into animaguses you gasped, but you felt your world spinning as you saw the man
you love howl in pain as he turned into a wolf. You quickly ran out of the
room, not because you were afraid but because you had to help him somehow,
seeing him in pain made your heart ache.
During the next couple of weeks, you spent all of your free time
in the room of requirements, hunched over countless of potion books, stirring
and making endless trial potions in hopes of finally getting the challenging
Wolfsbane potion down. Whenever one of the marauders would ask where you would
go off to, you would give a vague answer of either going to see a professor for
an extra lesson or that you were helping a professor or someone from a
different house with something.
It took you two months but you had finally perfected and were
ready to give it to Remus. During the next full moon, you went to the shrieking
shack in the early hours of the morning and left the potion with a note
explaining what it was, you hoped that they would use and wouldn’t think of it
as a trap. Hopefully they think Dumbledore was behind it. You hid under one of
the floorboards that was on the opposite side of the room, you had watched
where they situated themselves and you knew that you would go undetected there.
Soon enough it was nighttime and you heard them rushing in.
“Oi, Remus, come and look at this.” Sirius said as he saw the
bottle and the note addressed to Remus. Remus eyes light up as he read it and
even though James and Sirius were apprehensive Remus simply shrugged.
“I turn into a bloody monster once a month, I don’t have much to
lose if I try this out.” He drank the potion in one big gulp, you all held your
breath as he transformed a few minutes later. Five minutes passed and the rest
of the marauders let out a cheer seeing how calm their friend was. You had
happy tears in your eyes due to how your potion had worked and seeing that you
were able to help him.
Ever since that full moon,
every month you would work on his Wolfsbane potion and sneak it into the shack
a day before the full moon. You had finished this batch and were ready to head
out, you went to your room to get the cloak and your wand. You cursed under
your breath as you remembered that you had given James his cloak back last
week. You silently disarmed the spells that lead to the boy’s dormitories,
thanks to yours and Remus’s late night study sessions, you knew which spell to
use. You snuck into their room thinking that they were all in the common hall
but much to your horror a voiced from behind you scared the daylights out of
“And to what to we owe
this pleasure, love?” Sirius asked,
leaning against the doorway as James looked on.
“Um, you see, I lent Remus
a book yesterday and I need it to finish my Charms essay.” You answered,
avoiding their eyes as you pretended to look for your book in Remus’s side of
“And here it is! Thanks
boys!” you grabbed the first book that you saw and left before they could say
You were back to how you
were an hour ago, without an invisibility cloak. Guess I just have to risk being caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris… you
thought. You put on your robes, grabbed both the potion and your wand and
headed towards the underground tunnels that you knew so well. Unbeknownst to
you, the two marauders didn’t believe your book story and followed you under
James’s cloak, and were slowly putting two and two together as they follow you
on your way towards the shrieking shack.
“No bloody way, she’s
Moony’s Wolfsbane fairy.” Sirius whispered as James looked in awe as you made
your way across the room and set down said potion, placed the accompanying note
and left without a second glance. After they were sure you were long gone, they
took off the cloak and sat in silence as they processed what they had just
“Slughorn said that
Wolfsbane was one of the hardest potions to do, it required an immense amount
of skill and dedication. Remus started getting a bottle of Wolfsbane during the
end of our third year, that means Y/N has been making his monthly potion for
the last three years.” James pondered, finally breaking the silence.
“I’m honestly getting
tired of seeing them dance around each other, can’t we just lock them up in a
boggart free closet and have them confess their feelings for each other? What
more proof do we need that she loves him? And we both know that he loves her.”
“Pads, I think it’s time
we play matchmaker.” James said as he rubbed his hands excitedly.
A month had passed and you
were once again bottling some Wolfsbane for Remus, ready to head out to set it
out for him. You didn’t think twice on why you hadn’t seen any of the marauders
all day, I mean it is Saturday, perhaps
they’re out by the lake enjoying the sun before heading to the shack. You
saw Peter and quickly asked him where the rest of the boys were, he stuttered that
they were by the lake. You didn’t even bother to double check; you were just
glad that you still had time to make your delivery.
You ran through the
tunnels and finally made it to the shack, gasping for air, as you climbed
upstairs. You were attaching your usual note to the bottle when a voice cut
through the stillness of the room.
“Y/N?” you almost dropped
the bottle. Gulping, you slowly turned around to face Remus.
“Hi Rem, fancy meeting you
here.” You stammered out, avoiding his piercing green eyes.
“Three whole years. I’ve
been wanting to meet the person that’s been making the Wolfsbane potion and thank
them for three whole years, and that person was always next to me. You’ve been
helping me for three whole years and I never thanked you, not once.” Remus marveled,
slowly making his way across the room to you and enveloping you into a warm
You never imagined that someone
would catch you in the act, let alone Remus himself.
“You’re not mad?” you
whispered into his chest.
“Why would I be mad? You’ve
been keeping me sane during my darkest hours.”
“I knew what was happening
to you but I kept quiet.”
“No, Y/N, you found out
and you still treated me as your best friend”
“That’s because I love you,
Remus.” You breathed out.
“Now I know I must be
dreaming.” He said, taking your hands in his as he looked deeply into your
“Ever since second year.” You
“So have I, bloody hell, I
fell for you as soon as you told Sirius and James to shut up five minutes after
sitting with us during our first train ride to school.” He gushed, laughing
joyfully; both of you had smiles on your faces, your hearts were full, knowing
that your love was reciprocated was the best feeling ever.
He closed the gap between
the two of you and captured your lips into a gentle kiss, leaving you
breathless. After a few moments you pulled apart, a gently blush dusting both
of your faces.
“Remind me to thank Sirius
and James for being so nosy, if it wasn’t for them following you last month, I would’ve
never found out nor this would’ve happened.”
“Of course it was them…”
“They should be here soon,
Peter will take you back to the castle and after this is all over we can spend
the remainer of the weekend together, if you want that of course.” Remus said,
nervously rubbing his neck.
“I wish you would let me
stay but I understand, and of course I want to! In fact, I’ll sneak into the
kitchen to get us some sweets.” You said, coming up on your tiptoes and kissing
A few minutes later, cheers
and congratulations echoed across the room as the marauders made their
entrance. Before you left with Peter back to the castle, you kissed Remus once
more which prompted five minutes of cat-calls and hollering from James and
Sirius. Both you and Remus blushed and rolled your eyes at their antics, Remus
told them to shut up, trying his hardest not to blush once again.
“hi!! can you write an imagine about hermione? where the reader is a slytherin and she’s in love w hermione but hermione refuses to reciprocate her feelings because she’s a slytherin, but something happens to the reader which causes hermione to admit her love? thank u i love ur writing so much.”
Notes: this is a girl x girl fic, set in the 5th year but before Umbridge takes over and ruins everything :))
“Hey Malfoy what- hey would you quite eye fucking yourself in the mirror and listen to me?”
Draco let out a frustrated sigh as he reluctantly tore his eyes away from his reflection and turned to his friend as they walked side by side down the crowded hallways of Hogwarts. “What *yln*?” Draco drawled.
“What day is it today?”
“It’s Tuesday and if you didn’t spend every night working your way into every non-straight girls pants in our year you’d know that.” However, as Draco continued to rant to her about how she was a total wreck *yn* had tuned out almost instantly.
“Brilliant.” *yn* muttered under her breath when she realised what Tuesday meant.
“Brilliant? It’s most definitely not bloody brilliant, we still have four full days of torture before the weekend.”
“It may not be brilliant for you, you git. But it is for me.” *yn* grinned as they turned a corner to make their way down a long spiralling staircase.
“And why is it brilliant for you exactly?” Draco huffed.
“We have double potions.” *yn* smirked smugly. There were a few moments between the two and *yn* could practically hear the cogs in Draco’s head whirring as he tried to figure out why having double potions with the Gryffindors would be a good thing. Then it clicked.
“You’re not still fantasising about bloody Granger are you?” He groaned.
“You say ‘fantasising’ like I don’t have a shot with her.” *yn* shot back hotly.
“All I’m saying is that you’ve been her potions partner all year and the closest you’ve got to snogging her is that time you ‘accidentally’ glued your hand to her arse. Plus she’s totally wrapped around Potter’s finger, there’s no way she’d go for you.” Draco replied as the two neared the dungeon that Snape held his lessons.
“All part of my master plan Malfoy. Granger isn’t like the others, it was always going to take time to slither my way in. Pun intended.” *yn* replied.
“Good luck with that *yln*, that’s all I’m gonna say.”
“Oh and Malfoy, I finished making my way through the non-straight girls months ago. Turns out when you’re well, me, even the heteros aren’t out of my reach.” *yn* spoke as he opened the dungeon door. “See you after class.” She continued before he could answer, shooting him a grin before stepping past him and into Snape’s classroom.
Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)
Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.
Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though.
There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge.
Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.
It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.
“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”
“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”
“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”
Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms. Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.
“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”
“Oh shut up,” I laughed.
He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.
“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”
“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”
“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.
His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.
“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.
I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes. I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.
The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.
“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.
The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again. Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.
“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”
“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.
I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry. He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.
“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”
Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.
“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”
Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”
I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”
He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.
“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.
“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”
He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.
“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”
Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”
He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay. Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.
Jordan seemed to have other plans.
“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”
I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.
“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.
Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”
I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.
“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”
I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.
“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.
Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.
“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”
Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.
“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”
Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either. Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.
“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”
My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.
“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”
To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.
“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.
My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.
I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.
“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”
“There she is!”
Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.
“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”
My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”
Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.
“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.
Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”
“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.
I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”
Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”
He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?
“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”
My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.
“We danced,” I began timidly.
“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”
“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.
“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”
“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”
I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things. Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.
Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.
“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”
“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.
“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”
“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.
A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.
“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”
“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.
Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.
“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.
“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”
Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”
A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.
“Don’t be silly, Harry.”
Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”
“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”
His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.
“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”
“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”
“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”
“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.
“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”
I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.
“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”
Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.
“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”
“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.
Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.
“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”
My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”
“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”
Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter. We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.
“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”
I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”
Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.
“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”
I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time. The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.
“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.
“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”
My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”
“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”
“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”
His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.
“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”
I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”
My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”
“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.
"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.
He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms? Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.
“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”
:Smut, Angst / language, mentions of cheating
Word Count: 10,062
Description: When the feelings that you’ve always had for your friend Taehyung lead you down an unsteady path, you end up getting stuck. It’s an endless cycle of leaving her for you, and you for her, but there’s only one of you that he truly loves—and unfortunately you know you can’t make him say your name, when all he knows is hers.
A/N: inspiration comes from the song her (loving you). also this is the full length scenario of a drabble (here), that i wrote a couple of months ago
You sensed the emptiness before you even opened your eyes, but
it didn’t make the ache in your chest feel any less painful when you saw the vacant
space next to you, where his body used to lay. You reached out, running your
hand along the rumpled sheets, it was cool to the touch, meaning he’d been gone
for a while.
It looks like they made up again.
You weren’t sure how long you stared at the empty space on
the bed, a million questions running through your mind. Did he hesitate when he
climbed out of the sheets this time, silently slipping his clothes back on, as
he left you alone, again?
You rolled to your back, staring up at the ceiling, the want
to sleep completely dissipating from you. Your mind was instead occupied with
the memories of tonight. Swollen lips, clashing teeth, fingernails on skin,
heavy breathing, lust-filled stares from him, and love-infected gazes from you.
The thoughts make your heart race, and you can almost perfectly remember the
feeling of his breath on your skin and his voice in your ear.
But now you were left with nothing.
No person to cuddle with when the night got too cold, no
person to wake up to when morning finally came, no person at all.
===== ETA: While I love figure skating I don’t always get my terms right on all of the moves (and believe me it bugs the crap out of me when I get my details wrong!), and this was another instance of that. I’ve been corrected that this isn’t called a “catch foot” even though the anime referenced it as such with Yurio and it’s what Google brought up when I was searching for reference! (Google, why have you forsaken me??) This move is actually called a one handed Bielmann spiral. Oh well. It works better in the title, anyway.
I think this is the most anatomically contorted pose I’ve ever attempted, so it was definitely fun if not on the challenging side. I want to see Yuuri do a catch foot spiral Bielmann spiral or spin so bad in the series, I can’t even. It’s my personal favorite figure skating move. Y’all seemed to like Ina Bauer in Blue so much that I figured a companion piece would make a good “thank you”.
So… thank you!! I appreciate each and every one of you. :D