so I remodeled this list and now the stories close to the top are my newer and better ones while the ones further towards the bottom are my older stories - feel free to read as you like. I hope you enjoy them.
This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other.
I don't know if this is too specific, but can you please write about Snape finding someone he loves hurting themselves with prompt 18?
Sure, sunshine! Not too specific. Pretty gorgeous, actually
Name: Don’t ever do that.
It was a usual potions class - Potter’s trio was trying to solve some mysteries, while others were listening to Snape’s calm and deep voice. Luckily for you, Snape has agreed to be your mentor, so you keep doing very well in the usual class.
“Try that,” Snape puts a piece of paper in front of you. “You can do the usual potion extremely quickly.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you,” you nod and automatically roll the sleeves up, then quickly rolling them down, before anyone sees the scars on your wrist. Reading through the ingredients, you realize that some of them are not accessible for the usual class. “Professor? These ingredients…”
“Yes, I know,” he hands you a small leather bag. “Make sure nothing is wasted, it’s dangerous,” you nod and turn to your desk, cutting some beans in halves. The cutting is relatively good - you don’t get the perfect result, but it is good enough for Snape to nod and give you five points. However, the moment you are about to leave, he asks you to stay for a second. “Y/N, come here.”
“Yes, professor?” he steps forward and grabs your hand, pulling the sleeve up. You try to pull away and hide the scars, but Snape holds it tight. “Sir.”
“What is that?” he pulls the hand closer, staring at the scars. “Y/N. Answer me.”
“An accidental cut?” you ask him, then sigh. “Sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for? Y/N, why are you doing it?” Snape crosses his hands on his chest and looks you in the eye, as you cover the wrists.
“I.. I… It’s just so hard,” you whisper, looking at the floor. “It’s too hard for me…” Snape stays quiet. “I sleep… not enough. I am not worth it. Not worth anything actually,” you whimper. “I am so sorry.”
“Shhh…” Snape suddenly pulls you close, wrapping his hands around you, and you realize that you are actually crying, pressing your face against his shoulder, your whole body shaking. “It’s ok. I got you,” he carefully strokes your hair. “It will be ok.”
“I… I…” you choke on the air.
“Sh…” he strokes your head, then pulls his cape and wraps it around your shaking shoulders. “All will be good,” you realize that you are being hugged by the dreadful professor Snape, and it feels absolutely amazing. “Don’t harm yourself.”
“Professor…” you mumble, but he interrupts you.
“You are worth living and having a great life. Do not take away this opportunity from yourself,” you nod quickly. “Stay here if you want. Drop your potions additional class. But don’t you dare take your life. Are we clear?” you nod, and Snape slowly pulls away, quite embarrassed by the fact that he’s been hugging a student. In the middle of the day. You whimper, and he frowns, handing you a napkin. “Do you have a class now?”
“No,” you mumble.
“Good. Let’s get you the salve to heal those scars,” Snape turns around heads to his own lab to get the chemicals. “You don’t want the scars in the summer, do you?” you realize that he is not really asking - more like stating a fact that he doesn’t allow you to question.
I hope you liked the first part of this story and will be pleased with the second. Personally, I feel like it’s a good ending, but if any of you want a part 3, let me know and I’ll think about it.
Three days later
“Mate, you got to stop moping around all day! Move your butt into the shower and get dressed. I don’t want to show up late to my own party, man.”
Light flooded the room as Jeff pulled back the curtains of the bedroom window with a forceful jerk. I groaned as I tried to blend out his voice by burying my head deeper into our white pillows. Her smell still hadn’t quite left the fabric and I tried to hold on to it for as long as I could. It was unlikely that she would ever want to be back in this bed again.
“Leave me alone.”
Jeff responded with another harsh pull, this time on the sheets, exposing my chest. I acted quick and protectively wrapped my arms around my middle, but he saw anyway.
Jeff laughed. “What the hell are you wearing?”
“She gave me this shirt,” I muttered. My throat hurt of soreness and I wished for nothing more, but to be pulled back under by the relief that was sleep. Jeff wasn’t having that though and proceed to tease me.
“It’s baby blue.”
“I happen to like baby blue.”
“Does it say ‘my personal snuggle buddy’? Alright, that’s kinda cute.”
“She’s always cute,” I cried, not even embarrassed anymore. Jeff had seen and heard me bawl my eyes out enough over the past days. He did, along with my mom, Gem and Niall. All of them had tried to cheer me up and failed miserably. Y/N’s sad and hurt expression just didn’t seem to leave my thoughts and continued to burn my mind with guilt.
Jeff sighed and I had to give him credit for not sounding annoyed with me at all. “I know you miss her, Harry. But you’ve been in bed for three days now. You ought to get over it.”
“That’s easy enough for you to say. You didn’t ruin your only relationship ever that was actually going somewhere over something as stupid as a promotion deal.”
“That stupid promotion deal is still on, by the way,” Jeff said as he made his way over to my closet. “Lucky for us, Ms. Kendall Jenner is still in on it and when you wear this,” he held out my black shirt with white dots on it, “will have her weak in the knees for you. I know it shows off your biceps.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Y/N used to love it when I wore that particular shirt. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and glared at my friend angrily. Sometimes he really did push past boundaries.
“What about 'I won’t fucking cheat on my girlfriend’ didn’t you understand? Put my shirt back and leave.”
I swallowed down the sick feeling I got when I thought about the likely possibility that 'girlfriend’ wasn’t a correct term anymore.
“Quit taking your sour mood out on me, Harry. I never forced you to agree, but you did anyway. It’s not my fault that your beloved Y/N didn’t take it well and walked out on you,"Jeff growled, throwing the black material onto the bed.
"It was me who walked out on her,” I muttered, shame evident in my voice. “I was so sure that she wouldn’t leave me so I just left her to cry on her own. What kind of boyfriend does that?”
The bed dipped as Jeff sat down by my side with a huff. He didn’t say anything but gently placed a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry I’m being insensitive. I’m not trying to rub salt into your wound,” he spoke calmly. “But I just know that you’re hurting. That’s why I think surrounding yourself with what’s left of her stuff won’t help. You need to get out of this house for a bit.”
“To your party to get a good snog with Kendall. I decline, thank you.” I muttered in defeat.
“You don’t have to suck Kendall’s face off if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Jeff rolled his eyes, “I’ll talk to her for you. Just get out of bed for a bit and I guarantee you, you’ll feel better.”
My teeth tugged on my bottom lip. On one hand it probably wouldn’t be too bad if I got some fresh air for a change, given the fact that I hadn’t left our house, but what worried me was, what if Y/N saw pictures of me attending the party? A party we were supposed to go to together? She’d surely understand that as a sign that I was over her, unaware of the impossibility of that. Anything could take her further away from me.
“Y/N was supposed to come with me,” I muttered in defeat. “I don’t want her to think I’m over it and out being the life of the party again.”
“First of all, I’m the life of the party. Especially since it’s mine.” Jeff patted me on the back and got back up. “And second, you should call her. Tell Y/N you decided to go to the party and that she’s still welcome to come as well. That way she won’t be surprised by pictures of you.”
“I don’t know.”
“C'mon,” Jeff encouraged, wiggling his eyebrows.
I groaned. “Fine. But I’m not changing shirts. I’m already wearing my go-to outfit.”
“You got to be kidding me.”
Even from outside, the music was impossible to miss. I clutched my bag tightly with shaking fingers as the queue in front of me got shorter. My eyes squeezed shut and I urged my feet not to run. The only hope I had was that Jeff hadn’t forgotten to add my name to the guest list. The tall and broad bouncer by the door eyed me suspiciously. I was likely the only non-celebrity person he’d had to let in tonight.
“Y/N Y/LN?” he repeated, one eyebrow arched and I nodded. He studied the clipboard in his hand again.
“Yep. There you are.”
He stepped aside and I thanked him before entering the familiar house. Harry had often brought me around when him and Jeff hung out so I easily found my way through the crowded entryway and into the living room. My eyes scanned the faces, looking for anyone I’d recognize form anywhere other than a magazine front cover.
I sighed in relief and welcomed the long arms from my irish friend wrapping around me.
“It’s so good to see you,” I sighed, “I was afraid I wouldn’t know anyone. You being here is such a relief.”
Niall chuckled and shook his blond haired head.
“Right back at you, darling. You look incredible,” he spoke kindly. “Though you could use a drink, I believe. Let’s go get us one.”
With an arm around my shoulder he guided me to the counter that had been turned into a bar, but before he could so much as reach for a glass, his arm tightened. My head turned into the same direction as his and my eyes found what had him tense up. Not more than 8 feet away from us he stood, surrounded by all of his friends and dressed in his awfully expensive black shirt. A shirt that was now tightly fisted in between Kendall Jenner’s fingers as she held him tightly, their lips connected in a kiss. Tears shot to my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks before I could stop them. This hurt more than I could’ve imagined. It was as though he had ripped my heart out. Bile rose to my throat and I forcefully shrugged off Niall’s arm. He called out my name and I saw Harry’s head snap up from the edge of my eye. My legs shakily carried me to the luckily deserted stairs and I hurried up to where I knew the bathroom was. I didn’t allow myself to fully break down until I’d safely locked the bathroom door behind me. Then I could do nothing to stop my knees from buckling.
How could he do this to me?
We hadn’t even officially declared our break up and yet he had the nerve to make out with Kendall, not even for the paps, but in front of his friends? Ugly and loud sobs escaped my mouth as a thought dawned on me. That couldn’t have been in an effort to prove something. She was pretty after all. Of course he had wanted to kiss her instead of me. I was practically nothing next to Kendall.
“He must be with her now,” I muttered in defeat. “Not for the public, but for himself.”
I hadn’t expected to regret my decision to come to the party 5 minutes into it. How foolish had I been? A loud knock interrupted my trace of thoughts and I scattered back to my feet, while calling that I’d need another minute. The knocking continued though and was followed by a raspy:
“Y/N, let me in.”
I cursed my heart at how it danced by the mere sound of his voice. I had always found comfort in it and a certain warmth still spread through me at the sound. I knew him well enough to be sure that he wouldn’t go away, even if he only followed me to tell me to leave. With still wet cheeks I took a deep breath and hesitantly unlocked the door. I lowered my gaze to my feet, though I wasn’t embarrassed to show him my hurt. But looking at him meant seeing the lips she had just finished kissing. Harry straddled me by not saying anything but attaching his hands onto my shoulders before I could protest. He pushed me further back into the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. Next thing I knew was that his familiar strong arms wrapped around my form and that he collected all the tears I had left to give into his neck as I sobbed heavily.
“Please let go, Harry,” I pleaded weakly but at the same time laid my arms around his neck. There was no fight left in me. Not with him this close and his ever comforting smell filling my nose. After this morning I had truly believed that he still wanted me. I continued to cry heavily and Harry responded by pressing me tighter against himself and by nuzzling his head in my hair. He didn’t even react when I sniffled noisy against his neck.
“Let go,” I cried shamefully, “I saw you! I saw you with her.”
Harry’s muscles twitched at my words.
“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he spoke in a half whisper. His lips attached to my skin and I let out a weak whimper when I felt him kiss my neck softly. “I’m sorry. I love you.”
“I can see that,” I breathed. “How can you still believe that me seeing it is what upsets me.”
“It shouldn’t have happened at all. I know, darling,” he agreed hoisting me up by my hips and picking me up.
“How could you do that to me?” I continued to sob, “After your voicemail I believed- I thought you-”
I had been surprised at his gentle request to come to Jeff’s party. He’d said that he called to reassure me that any arrangement with Kendall was called off. Apparently not as much canceled as rescheduled. Harry took a deep breath and pressed one last peck to my jaw before slowly lessening his grip, setting me back down on my feet. His hands reached up and he gently cradled my face, locking his own teary eyes with mine.
“I promise you, I told Jeff that I wouldn’t go through with it. I was the biggest asshole in the world to even ask such a ludicrous thing of you. I’m so sorry.”
The sincerity in his voice took my breath away. Had I not seen I might have even fallen for it.
“Why was she kissing you then?” I asked in a shaking, yet challenging voice.
Harry shrugged in defeat. “I don’t know. She came over to say hi and next thing I know, she’s kissing me. Maybe Jeff didn’t tell her yet but I truly am just as surprised by all of this as you are.”
“I’m somehow more hurt than surprised,” I scoffed.
“And I get that. But I don’t want her, Y/N. I just want you. Please believe me, I didn’t want to do this to you and if you’d let me I would go and tell the world all about us. It’s beyond me how I could ever not want everyone to know that you own my heart.”
He reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair off my cheek and smiled softly.
“Please come back to me.”
I felt myself whimper at his request and he frowned as his words caused more tears to fall.
“You’re the one who left,” I cried. “You’re the one who wasn’t happy.”
He opened his mouth but I interrupted him by a punch to his stomach.
“I gave everything I had into out relationship and you shamelessly took that for granted,” My voice rose with every word and he didn’t even move away as I continued hitting him. “You saw my heart break in front of you and did nothing!”
Harry wrapped the fingers of his hand around my wrists to stop my assault and forced me to look at him by taking my chin in his free one.
“You have every right to end our relationship. I know I didn’t treat you right, but I also know that I could.”
Harry let go of my wrists and hesitantly placed his hands on my hips instead. His eyes lit up when I didn’t shrug him off. What an image him and me must’ve made. Two people holding onto each other with desperate, scratching fingers and both crying heavily, the noise overshadowing the faint beat from the music downstairs. Harry gently squeezed my hips to get me to focus on his eyes again.
“Please, Y/N. Allow me to show you how committed I am to you. Body, heart and soul. I love you with every piece of me and can’t imagine a day I would spend happy if you’re not by my side.”
My ears rang and my cheeks started to feel sticky. His sincere green eyes willed me to believe him and I felt as if a thread had knotted around my heart and that it was now pulled towards him with a force I couldn’t fight. He sighed in relief when my hands reached up to hold him by his neck.
“I have never loved a person as deeply as I love you, Harry,” I spoke quietly, my thumbs moving in circular motions against his cheekbones.
He whimpered at my words and a smile graced his lips before I carefully pressed my own against them. I pushed any thought of the pretty model downstairs away and instead focused on the moan that escaped him and his arms that held me close. He moved to nip on my jaw when I turned to disconnect out lips.
“You still have some making up to do.”
He pulled away and nodded. His eyes danced with happiness. “Anything you want, my love. As long as you allow me to be with you again.”
My heart fluttered as I watched his face light up upon receiving my small nod and he bowed his head to collect another kiss.
“I love you Harry.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered and tightened his hold around me. “It’ll be different from now on. I promise that you will be happy.”
-At first with no visible symptoms they all just go back to the castle. But after a couple of hours Lance starts feeling sweaty and lightheaded.
-His consciousness is slipping from time to time, one moment he is in his lion, another he is in his room, then helping Hunk in the kitchen and without notice he is walking besides Pidge in the hallway.
-All this memory jumps are getting him concerned and just when he starts to consider getting help he blacks out again…but this time when he comes to he is at the edge of the stairs, arms shoved to the front and Pidge’s unmoving form is at the bottom of the stairs.
-In no time Keith is by his side asking what the hell happened and Shiro runs to kneel by Pidge’s side.
-Lance just stares at the scene completly still, his brain unable to process that he just pushed his little space sister down the stairs.
- Keith continues yelling, but Lance only hears noise. He turns to look at him head on with the hope of making sense of what is happening and instantly regrets it.
-As he meets Keith’s eyes an intense urge to hurt him invades every fiber of his body. It physically hurts to go against that urge. But now he is conscious enough to fight it.
-He still can’t stop himself from punching Keith directly on the face and pushing him with all his strength. But he at least can control the direction, and shoves him to the nearest wall instead of the stairs.
-While his poor friend is trying to understand what happened through what it is probably a broken nose, Lance dashes and runs as fast as he is capable of.
-He needs to get away from everyone.
-In his frenzy he doesn’t notice Hunk yelling at him to stop, and pushes him out of the way before locking himself in the kitchen.
-Back in the hallway Shiro runs after Lance as soon as he is sure he is leaving just a
bruised and angry Pidge behind.
-Everyone follows after.
-Inside the kitchen Lance can’t stop trembling. His hands shake uncontrollably. He knows they want to hurt. His hands want to push, punch and strangle. They want blood and he is scared to dead.
-He is having trouble breathing and he is sweating buckets.
-His fear reaches new levels when he hears voices and pounding at the door.
-He is fast to act, instantly and without his consent his body reaches for a knife.
-Disgusted by the idea of using this knife on his friends, Lance screams.
-And shoves the knife directly through his palm.
-Hunk at last makes the kitchen door open. Everyone rushes inside, but immediately stop.
-Lance is in front of them bearly standing. He has a cooking knife in one hand. Both arms are covered in stabs, gashes and bruises. Blood heavily dripping into a small puddle at his feet.
-His eyes are unfocused and overflowing with tears. He keeps repeating in a broken voice things like “I’m sorry”, “please believe me”, “is not me”, “I would never hurt you”.
-Before any of his teammates has time to react, Lance goes limp and crashes into the floor.
-Leaving everyone stunned, wary and competly unsure of what to do next.
Picture is not mine. Though I wish I would have ever gotten close enough to him to take it.
The prevailing silence of the lightless room was interrupted only by the soft sound of our breathing and the gentle tab from thousands of tiny raindrops quietly pattering against the window. My body had been covered with two thick blankets to protect myself against the cold, yet the main warmth was provided from the strong, male body laying behind me. Harry’s tattooed arms were both slung around my waist and he held me close while he pressed himself against my back. I couldn’t help but smile out of pure joy and relief as my eyes focused on our interlocked hands, resting just above my chest. It brought me more joy now than it had a few hours ago, when my hand had been clasped tightly in Harry’s and I had struggled to follow him as he’d led me down the stairs.
His fingers had still felt slightly sticky from wiping the last remaining tears off my cheeks, but he didn’t seem to have noticed. My heart had beat in a hammering rhythm and my knees had felt awfully weak. Yet Harry had walked straight to the living room with more confidence than I could ever have mustered, a living room that was packed with celebrities. He hadn’t let go of my hand.
“Harry,” I had urged and pulled at his arm. He’d stopped to turn to me and frowned when I attempted to free my hand again. "You should let go now.“
At first, my words didn’t seem to have made much sense to him, but eventually the coin dropped and the cocky smile I secretly loved so much appeared on his lovely face.
"You’re staying right here by my side,” he’d decided. “And if anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend.”
“Harry,” I’d warned but all he’d done was wink and turn to pull me into the crowd. I had found it difficult to wrap my head around this new attitude of his. Months of us sneaking around and going to ridiculous lengths to keep our relationship a secret had forced me to almost become invisible next to him. A quiet and inconspicuous shadow.
Tonight however, Harry was having none of it. We had previously decided that a few quick goodbyes were appropriate before we’d leave and as always, the moment Harry had entered the room, all the attention seemed to shift onto him. It had felt as if everyone wanted a piece of him. I had decided stick to standing at his side and to keep my focus on our connected hands.
At first no one else had noticed, but after a few minutes of him talking to fellow musicians my eyes had caught a few glances drifting down to mine and Harry’s interlocked fingers. Mostly female glances. One woman in particular stared at us and when her eyes found mine she, to my great surprise, smiled. The amount of confidence that simple gesture had given me almost seemed ridiculous. But my joy was short lived, because the next female I’d noticed practically staring at us was no one other than a tall, thin and dark haired woman, who’d had her mouth against Harry’s earlier that same night. Kendall Jenner. I’d instantly tensed and tried to avoid any eye contact with her. The pit of my stomach had oddly decided on a mixture of guilt and insecurity at the same time. The thought of Harry wanting me instead of her seemed even more ridiculous when she was present. What if she was now angry at me because she had believed that they would become a thing again? Harry had stayed clueless, while my heart had dropped when Kendall pushed herself forward and closer to us until she’d stood directly in front of me.
“You must be Y/N, am I right?” she asked in her melodic voice that somehow didn’t drown in the loud pop music playing from about five speakers at once. Unable to form a proper sentence I’d just nodded.
“Oh dear, I am so sorry!” she had exclaimed and placed one of her hands on my arm. “Jeff told me about the deal being off literally just now!” She shook her head in exasperation.
“I would never want to interfere in your relationship to Harry. He’s really just a friend to me and I never meant to hurt you by making you think otherwise.”
She’d quickly continued before I could say something. “I know it doesn’t look like I did it for the cameras, but I was under the impression that we were meant to make out while dancing. So that it’d look realistic, you know. Guess I got that wrong too, I’m sorry.”
She’d sighed in relief of having gotten it all out and she stared at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Knowing that she’d expected me to say something, all I could sincerely say once I’d found my voice again, was, “It’s okay, Kendall.”
Finally Harry had realized who I was talking to and he quickly apologized to Kendall for whatever it was he’d thought he had to apologize for. My heart had squeezed happily when he’d finished their short chat by saying: “I’m gonna head home with my girlfriend now.”
Even escaping the paparazzi was different now. He hadn’t forced me to quickly walk ahead of him before anyone could snap a proper picture like he normally had. Now he had held my hand tightly and led the way to his car in a comfortable speed. It was as if he’d wanted them to take pictures of us. Once he’d told his driver where to go, Harry had wrapped one arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. Though I’d enjoyed it, this new behavior did freak me out a little. Once we’d reached the apartment building I was currently staying in I’d thought I’d try and asked Harry to stay the night what he’d accepted to my surprise. He normally never did. He’d gone from wanting to hide me to being comfortable with the whole world knowing about us in three days. How genuinely could that be?
“Babe, would you mind stop moving around all the time?” Harry murmured behind me. I jerked in surprise at his raspy voice and he gave me a reassuring squeeze.
“I thought you were asleep,” I whispered back.
“I was,” Harry chuckled softly, “but you nestling around woke me up, darling. Are you having trouble falling asleep?”
I shook my head and turned in his arms to look at him. He closed his eyes and sighed happily when I carefully moved my knuckles across his cheek. A smile graced his lips when my eyes locked with his sparkling green ones again.
“What’s on your mind,” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I shrugged, unsure of how to explain my confused emotions. I didn’t want to hurt him by voicing my doubt in him, but I knew I couldn’t lie either. He patiently waited and playfully squeezed my hips to get me to answer his question.
“I love you,” I whispered and watched with delight yet another big smile spread on his lips.
“Love you, too, darling,” he answered and turned his head to press a kiss on my hand that still rested against his cheek. “But that’s not what you were thinking about.”
“It was,” I murmured, “among with other things.”
He frowned and pulled my body closer against his as he turned to lay on his back. I sighed contently and wished he’d let it go so we could simply enjoy this moment together. I knew that he wouldn’t be too happy about my thoughts. If we’d both just close our eyes, maybe the fear would disappear.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I just worry a bit,” I admitted, “To the public, you’ve gone from kissing Kendall Jenner to introducing your non-famous friend as your girlfriend in mere minutes. Everyone is going to start asking questions and make a mess, Harry. I’m scared that you’ll change back to wanting to hide me away again. It’d certainly be easier. ”
I watched his forehead frown and his eyes sadden slightly. I knew that Harry wanted to make everyone around him feel save and loved, that other people’s happiness was all he cared about. That it was me out of all people who didn’t believe in his sincerity, pained him. I continued in a more hushed voice.
“You never used to stay for the night because you worried someone would snap a picture of you leaving in the same cloths as you came in. We had an argument about that remember? I was sick of always having to come to yours. But now all of a sudden you’re in my bed and staying. Which makes me very happy, don’t get me wrong, but what about tomorrow when the media have pictures and everyone is asking questions about me? About who I am? And you’ll have to explain yourself? What if you decide that a public relationship isn’t what you want after all?”
Harry’s eyes focused on mine and again silence stretched throughout the room. The rain had gotten heavier and goosebumps crawled up my skin when I heard the faint noise of thunder in the distance.
“I want you,” Harry chose to say. He reached forward and gently took my face in his hands. “I was a fool to ever believe I could go a day without you and it being a good day. As long as you’ll allow me, I’d like to be able to openly cherish and love you.”
My heart warmed and I smiled. I leaned up a bit to press a kiss to his soft lips. My hands traveled up to wound in his hair and he groaned when I scratched the back of his neck. Harry’s arms wrapped tighter around me and he pulled me up so I was now completely lying on top of him. I rested my chin on my folded hands and he smirked up at me.
“I understand your fear, Y/N. Because you’re right, you are my first honest and public girlfriend, who’s not famous and who’s house I leave in the same cloths I entered with,” he winked cheekily and laughed in relief that he wasn’t angry at me. I sighed when I felt his hands push under the shirt I was wearing to gently hold my hips in his and I fisted my hands against his naked skin.
Harry cleared his throat and continued more seriously. “That’s exactly what I want you to be. And because you’re my first in that sense, I can’t promise that I’m the perfect boyfriend. But you could teach me to be and I promise that I could make you insanely happy. Happier than you even knew was possible.”
“I’m sure you could,” I smirked and pressed a kiss to his chin and than added, “you did make me very happy in the last few months. I just want to go back to that.”
“I don’t,” he surprised me by saying. “Back then I didn’t appreciate you enough. The days I spent without you were the worst but they thought me. I will never do anything that could make you leave me again. And before you say it, I’m not forcing myself into anything. I want our relationship to be exactly this way. Public enough that everyone knows that I’m yours and that you’re mine.”
He squeezed me again and I moved to nip on his neck. He half moaned and I giggled breathlessly.
“But,” he tried to continue but had to pull me back down and against him before I let go of him, “with you not being a public figure, I can keep what matters private between us. And I like that very much.”
“You’ve done your fair amount of thinking,” I murmured.
“That I have.”
He smiled and raised his head slightly. I leaned down and pressed a heavy kiss to his mouth, one that he was eager to return. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck and he moved to settle me back down on the mattress, pressed against his side. We continued to kiss for what felt like hours, until neither of us had any air left in our lungs and until our lips were red and swollen. My heart beat rapidly but the aching feeling had finally gone and was replaced by warmth and joy. When Harry pulled away he reached up and caressed my cheek gently with the back of his hand.
“All will be good, Y/N. I promise you.”
“I believe you,” I whispered before my lips found his in another kiss.
Hope you’re happy with the ending! :) Requests and feedback are both very welcome.
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Oh hi there sunshine!
Of course, let’s do some Loki!
Name: Do not touch her Prompt: 19. “I am being extremely polite, but if this knife moves a centimeter closer to her, I will tear you apart.”
If you knew that babysitting Loki after he was let out of prison would lead you to being tied up in a disgusting basement with a knife next to your throat, you probably would have told Allfather that you are not interested in spending time with his adorable son, when you were given this glorious mission. As you are stuck here either way, you wonder why you were given this amazing opportunity to get to know his highness, price Loki.
“So where is your Prince?” you hear your kidnapper’s growl next to your ear - his breath is hot and wet, like a dog’s.
“What Prince? Thor is somewhere in Midgard. Loki is…”
“I am here,” Loki walk in and shakes his head at the poor appearance of the basement. “Did you have to kidnap a person to get me here?”
“Well, you were hiding really well,” the knife is pressed harder against your arteries, and you passionately wish there was someone else babysitting Loki. Your death will probably be soon and unfortunate - you can’t really see Loki sacrificing anything for a random person taking care of him.
“Ok, let’s talk,” you want to raise an eyebrow, but there is no real point - no one is paying attention to you. Loki makes a step forward, and the knife actually cuts through your skin - the cut is deep, not just a tiny scratch. “I am being extremely polite, but if this knife comes an inch closer to her, I will tear you apart,” the knife actually is withdrawn, letting your blood flow freely down your neck. You wish the knife stayed in its place, at least there it blocked the blood. “I said do not touch her.”
“Then listen to me,” the kidnapper suddenly gets extremely cocky, and Loki frowns, looking at you instead of the guy - judging by the amount of blood on your shirt, you need the cut to be covered as soon as possible before you bleed out.
“I would advise you against that,” Loki raises his hands, as if giving up, and a long icicle goes straight through the guy’s throat, literally nailing him to the wall - you have seen this act way too many times. Well, usually it’s an Asgardian guard that is nailed to the wall (by his cape, Loki hasn’t killed anyone in a few months). Loki twists his head to one side, observing the body, then turns to you. “Are you alright?”
“Sure,” he smiles apologetically and rushes to heal your neck, covering the cut with one hand.
“I am sorry.”
“You do have a lot of enemies, don’t you?” Loki chuckles, carefully stroking your face to make sure there are no more cuts.
“Even more than you think,” he smiles and looks you in the eye. “I didn’t know they would just start grabbing people.”
“But thank you for saving me,” Loki helps you up and, after you almost collapse on the floor, picks you up.
“I don’t mind,” you rest your head on his shoulder, and Loki looks down with a smile. “Are you okay?”
“I am flattered. Prince Charming bringing me home… after I was almost killed.”
“Not that charming,” Loki corrects you, and you roll your eyes.
“Oh, don’t pretend to be a monster, everyone knows you are sweet and innocent…” Loki stops walking and looks you dead in the eye. “Sorry.”
“If you keep saying that, I will not be held responsible for…”
“Saying that nothing was your fault?” Loki frowns and sighs. “Loki? Is… Is everything ok?”
“I want to kiss you right now,” you chuckle, then realize that he is not kidding.
“You… You serious?” Loki nods. “Why?” he shrugs his shoulders and keeps walking, as you staring at his jawline, right over your face. “But why?”
“Because you are pure and innocent,” his hands are literally burning through your clothes, and you are highly uncomfortable being held so close. Well, you way too comfortable, which makes you uncomfortable. “I apologize, I should not have said it.”
“I did not think gods of tricks could be honest about something like that,” you murmur, and Loki smiles - a long sly smile.
“That’s because a particular god of tricks is also a god of fire, and some things burn bright and true, like a star,” you almost choke on your air - either you are going deaf and are hallucinating, or one of the most admired and feared magicians of Asgard has just claimed that his love for you is burning like a damn star. He realizes what he said and shuts up, just walking out of the intensely complicated basement with determination of a lonely moose.
“Did you just…”
“Yes, it does!”
“No, Y/N, it doesn’t.”
“Then why did…”
“Why what? Why did I ask my father to place you in the position of my ‘babysitter’?” well, at least that part gets cleared - still not that clear why the Allfather would actually grant his wayward son this wish, but that is probably Frigg’s doing. “Or why did I just save you? Or why I promised to actually behave myself?”
“You would never do that. What are you hiding?” he rolls his eyes.
“Nothing. There is nothing I am hiding. Not any more.”
“Ice giants don’t love?”
“What? It’s not about it!”
“Oh, everything is about it. I am an ice giant, so I am inherently evil and horrible, so no one should ever love me to avoid being destroyed.”
“Can you stop with this crap?”
“Can you just give me an answer?” you look at him, considering how exactly you could kill him without falling to the ground. “Come on, just say no, and we will never see each other again, I’ll make sure of that!”
“You won’t? And why wouldn’t you? Would you like to be kissed by an ice monster?”
“And what if so?” he literally freezes and looks at your face in utter horror. He probably expected one of the famous snarky comments that Asgard has been filled with. You have heard about all the girls freezing when he is around, about him murdering his every lover with his coldness, about… well, some people just love hurting others, don’t they?
“That is very stupid of you.”
“Tell me about it,” you whisper and look at a wall (a very interesting wall, to be honest. You just love how the plain white color looks on it).
“Alright,” Loki nods awkwardly and continues his walk towards the stairs, climbs up and, after a bit of screaming, gets you beamed up to Asgard. The silence is beyond awkward - it is as uncomfortable as anything can ever get, surrounding you, no matter where you look and what you try to think about. You are very, very uncomfortable. As the nurses start patching your neck up, trying to restore the blood balance in your body, Loki suddenly smiles like a puppy that just came up with the idea to lick the master’s face in the morning. You do not like this utter excitement, but you can’t do anything, as Loki leans towards you, takes your hand and looks you dead in the eye. “I will see you tomorrow, dear.”
“Uhm, sure,” he winks, gently kisses your hand and leaves you with the awed nurses, staring at you like you just pacified a giant monstrous creature. You shake your head, understanding that you are very, very screwed right now.
As a child, you used to have a dog. That dog was very smart, he always seemed to know where to go and how to behave without anyone telling him anything. When you were sad, he would rest his head on your lap until you felt better and you would feel protected.
However, when you were 12 he disappeared and, despite countless efforts on your family’s part to find him, he was nowhere to be found.
A few years go by, and you’re walking down the street when you spot a dog that reminds you an awful lot of your old pet. You figure it can’t be him, but you decide to follow the animal out of curiosity. It walks into the woods.
As you continue to walk after the dog, you realize this is probably a bad idea, you’re going to end up lost because of a dog, but at this point you figure you can’t just give up… And that’s when you fall down a hole. When you come to your senses again, you realize you’re in a brand new forest, and there are hundreds of dogs around you. The one that reminds you of your old dog approaches you.
“Hello, old friend. Welcome to the Land of Dogs, we have a quest for you.”
(I like to imagine Virgil was like ‘I cant wear this bowtie, everyone’s going to stare at me’ and Logan went ‘hmm. would it help if i could guarantee no one would be looking at you?’ and then just showed up in a bomb, all-eyes-on-me dress like a hero)
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