“With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn’s mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more”
challenges your ability to memorize patterns and tells, throwing you a curve ball when the second one comes down, forcing you to focus one while you remain aware of the other's movements and attacks. Eventually helps you learn how to take on multiple enemies regardless of strength or size
Bed of Chaos:
Yall ever play hungry hungry hippos?
Group: Ikon Member: Bobby x you Type: Friendship/Smut Warnings: Foul language, sexual kinks, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids, always use condom / other contraceptive) Song recommendations: “High You Are (Branchez Remix)” by What So Not, “Mary Jane” by Tiara Thomas and “Sure Thing” by Miguel [spotify playlist] [youtube playlist]
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There were always three of us through the school, through thick and thin. Hanbin, Bobby and I.
We spend lazy Sunday afternoons playing video games, ordering pizza and drinking too much coffee. Laying on the bed, relaxing in the middle of the chaos of the room and talking shit.
“Who you texting to?” I ask Hanbin. “Don’t worry about it.” “Ha. I bet it’s Lizzie again. When you two gonna hit the sack?” “Shut the fuck up.” “It’s so fucking obvious. You need to make a move on her or someone else will for sure.”
couldn’t be pulled into his turn of doing the dishes that day, the home work
was someone else’s concern, Harry’s concern, and yet again he found
another excuse to escape the house chaos, and leave a sleeping Harry on their
bed taking a nap.
The pretty Saturday
afternoons to Harry were meant to be spent with his lover, cuddling in bed or
doing something together, staying all warm and safe in each other’s arms,
feeling the fine wind brush against them gently; that was it until harry sensed a sudden
change, something was missing, or rather someone, a certain source
warmth wasn’t there anymore , he shifted in his bed as his eyes started to open
slowly, and in realization that Draco wasn’t there beside him; they flung wide,
each iris reflecting a deep emerald green color in contact with the sun light.
called, his voice cracking a little before he took a swig of water from the
bottle on the bed side table, and without even knowing it he found himself
is downstairs cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.
legs swirled from the bed to the floor; he stretched a little before trudging
towards the door and down the spiral staircase of their fancy loft. Still
smiling, he ran his hand through his tousled up hair that looked messier than
usual; but it wasn’t like he could help it- Draco loved it that way.
was anything and everything his mind could adjust on at that moment, his hopes
to see his lover down there- maybe cleaning the kitchen, collapsed
before his eyes when he stepped onto the loft ground, Draco was nowhere to be
seen, he sighed and grabbed his phone from the living room table desperately
and called him, his brows creased and face tense.
He wore an
expression of perplexity; It was the fifth time and Harry started to worry, so
he began to bombard him with messages, however, it seemed like it was all in
vain, there was nothing back from Draco, and of course, that was what he expected
from a wizard learning to use a telephone.
see about this later.
entered the terribly-looking kitchen, cringing. It had never been this dirty
before, but he guessed that what happened when two people try to cook together,
and not just cooking, he chuckled at the thought before he made a swish In
the air with his wand, then everything was clean and shiny again.
To do it
with his wand wasn’t as pleasing as harry thought it would be to see Draco wash
them with his hands, to use no magic, he captured the boy in his mind standing
shirtless, his hair naturally a little messy and the pouring water slightly
splashing his bare stomach and caressing the scars on his chest as he ran his
hands through it. The corner of Harry’s mouth twitched into his cheek.
lifted his eyes up to the watch on the wall and he mentally gasped as he saw it
was almost 5pm, “Damn I slept so long, He better be coming back soon.”
He put on
his apron and got to work, planning to make some chocolate cookies.
Not so long
later, the cookies were done cooking, Harry opened the oven and was hit by a
very pleasant wall of the delicious smell of cookies, he sniffed deeply the
aromatic fragrance wafting throughout the kitchen, and placed them on a separate
plate, the soft smell of his treats still teasing his nostrils.
removed the apron, and placed it aside and was about to take the first bite, he
heard the door open, the sound of hot summer air forced into a passage way then
the door clicked close.
decided to come back?” harry asked crossing his arm before Draco came into the
kitchen “Where have you been?” he frowned.
Um-with pansy,” he stuttered before his eyes could examine the kitchen “Oh I see
you’ve cleaned the mess.” He smiled and moved towards Harry.
were actually supposed to be doing with your hands.” Harry’s eyes
shifted down from Draco’s eyes to his lips as the latter approached him.
Draco cocked an eyebrow before capturing the other’s lips in a long needed soft
kiss and wrapped his arms around his waist.
eyes opened again slowly, and then once again his mind was a surging perplexity,
the weather was hot, he literally could shower with cold water but why was
Draco wearing a wooly beanie?
that?” he beckoned to the beanie with his brows, slightly tilting up his head,
it was hiding Draco’s whole forehead.
cut his hair? Does he have bangs now?
expressions softening in realization; he smiled. “Take it off” he said to
said Harry getting even more close to Draco, their lips inches apart, his mesmerizing
emerald green eyes locked with Draco’s grey deep ones and for a moment, he felt
how hard butterflies collided in his stomach-
“Oh my god-
D-Draco … Why?” Harry stammered “You really didn’t have to do that. You Look…”Harry
lost any possible source of words as his eyes locked with the beautiful set of
colors in Draco’s no-longer-plain-platinum-blonde-hair, he looked startled at
the band of colors with an open heart, and different parts of Draco’s hair were
colored in various rainbow shades. It occurred to Harry how much Draco cared
about what he loved, through each wisp Harry found another source and meaning
of affection and empathy, Harry set about trying to find any possible
description to what was in front of his eyes, but to no avail, his eyes were shimmering,
immersing in the beauty that was before them.
like it?” Draco asked softly, his eyes a fire with passion.
amazing! I never thought you’d ever dye your hair in rainbow colors, I was just
kidding that night.” Harry said enthusiastically.
chuckled, “I support gay rights, I support our rights; you and I.” He pulled
Harry closer to his body, their foreheads touching, Harry’s eyes sparkling with
mirth and staring up Draco’s ones.
“I love you.”
Harry said smoothly, he was afraid his voice went unheard, but as Draco pressed
his own lips against Harry’s ones kissing him passionately, he got his answer. “I
love you too, more than anything, Harry.”
smiled purely at him, a swirl of warmth washing over his body, “I made cookies by the way,
what about we go eat them while watching TV?” said Harry.
at him “I’ll bring milk, you take them, and I’ll be there in a minute.” He said
affectionately, Harry nodded and took the plate from the counter heading
towards the comfy sofa, the smell still refreshing his insides.
Harry caught from the corner of his eyes Draco coming toward him, he changed
into a white v-neck shirt, his hair tousled just like Harry loved it, he was
holding two mugs of hot steaming milk before he sat down next to his boyfriend.
down a little, sitting upright, and then spread his legs wide for Draco to come,
the latter approached him gladly and then sat in the same position between his
hips but with his back and head on Harry’s chest.
his hand through Draco’s hair as the latter took a cookie, he was amazed, and
found himself falling harder at how soft and beautiful his hair was. So suddenly,
he felt the utter urge to bury his face in Draco’s hair and inhale sharply,
breathe through it. As he did so, a strong smell of peppermint shampoo invaded
his nostrils thoroughly, Harry closed his eyes, it was as though he’d finally found
his true source of oxygen, with the soft hairs brushing against his face.
lips twitched into a pure smile as he listened to Harry’s heartbeat while
eating his little cookie, he reached out and grabbed Harry’s hand and intertwined
their fingers together. And just like so, they stayed there, their bodies
twinkling with warmth and hearts glinting with uncontrollable love and desire.
(eng isnt my mother language so yeah pls ignore if there’s any mistake xx )
Hi! Well. I hope you understand me ‘cause I’m not so good at speaking English. Well, i would like to request a one-shot where the reader is angry at Peter so she decides to ignore him all the day and he crazy 'cause she hates that and fluffy?? LYD
You couldn’t believe him.
You told him you hated these stupid pranks, but every time he would plan one and get the lost boys in on it. You never really minded before, sure they were annoying, but they were harmless.
This one took it too far.
You stood in the center of your tent, tears filling your eyes as you saw the mess. Your room was in disarray. The bed flipped over, books thrown around. It was pure chaos, but that wasn’t what had you so upset.
You could handle the messed up room, but everything washed away when you saw the picture of your late mother smashed onto the floor, torn apart. Your breath caught in your throat as you walked towards it, slowly sinking to your knees.
It was then that Peter and the boys came smashing into your room, all laughing and shoving each other to see your face. Your back was towards them, and you didn’t move as your heard them all yelling things at you. You heard Rufio yell at you, “We got you good this time, Y/N!”
A snicker came from Dylan, “Come on Y/N, aren’t you going to say anything?”
The tears started rolling down your face as you calmly picked up the pieces. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stared down at the ripped face of your mother. A ragged breath left you as you whispered out, “How could you?”
Footsteps approached you, and you flinched as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You looked up to see Pan smirking down at you, “You can’t be that upset, we were just joking around.”
It was then that rage consumed you, “Just joking?! Pan look at my room! Look at what you’ve done! I-I just-” You took a breath, you couldn’t even begin to form the words to explain how you felt.
He rolled his eyes, “Stop acting like such a girl.”
In that moment you were floored, your eyes widened in disbelief at him. You grinded your teeth and glared at the arrogant boy in front of you, “Go. To. Hell.” And with that you shoved your way through the lost boys and ran into the forest.
A couple hours later you made your way back to camp, you had walked around just venting out loud and raging about how stupid they all were. Eventually you knew you had to go back, so calming yourself you turned around.
When you walked back into camp everyone turned to look at you. Nothing was said as you made your way over to you tent. Once inside you saw the mess was cleaned up, but the spot where your mother’s photo was empty. Remorse filled you as you saw this, but you only sighed and laid down to sleep ignoring the sounds of the boys dancing as they did every night.
Morning rolled around and you had gotten up and left your tent. You went over to the pot and got a bowl of whatever was inside, not really minding what it was any more. You looked around and saw the boys doing their usual things, but noticed they were looking at your every few seconds. You said nothing as you made your way over to a log and sat down by yourself.
“Well it’s good to see you back, Y/N.” You glanced up to see Peter standing over you. You only looked back down to your bowl and scooped out some food. A frown made its way to Peter’s face, “What? Are you not going to say anything now?” Again you just stared down at your bowl. “Y/N.” He growled out. You simply rolled your eyes and stood up.
You dumped you bowl off into the bucket and made your way over to Felix, “Wanna go shoot some arrows?” He glanced at you and looked back to Peter and saw the leader fuming. Felix shrugged and stood up. The two of you made your way over to the practice area without saying a word to Peter. As you left Peter glared at the spot you were, a lost boy came up to him but he yelled at him. He sighed and stormed away back to his cabin, unsure what to do with himself.
When you and Felix returned it was almost time for the celebration. Peter came up to you again, “Y/N, did you want to light the fire tonight?” You knew what he was trying to do, lighting the fire was a great privilege and the lost boys would kill to be the ones to light it. Peter rarely let anyone do it. You only bit your tongue and stared ahead, saying nothing. He rolled his eyes, “Fine. Guess I’ll let Rufio be the one to light it.” You only crossed your arms, and you could feel the anger rolling off him as he stormed away.
The celebration was in full swing. You were currently standing with a group of lost boys laughing at some joke that was said. All of you were getting along fine. Peter came up to join you all. When he did you stopped laughing and went to walk away. A hand gripped your arm and you were suddenly in a clearing outside of camp. You ripped your arm and turned around to see a murderous looking Pan. “What the hell Y/N?” You said nothing as you glared at him. “Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do?! You seriously can’t be upset with me about yesterday!”
Something in you burst and you yelled at him, “Why can’t I be?! You destroyed my room Peter! Everything was a mess!”
He only rolled his eyes, “Yes but the boys and I easily cleaned it up. You know it was all in good fun.”
You looked at him in disbelief, “Peter I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I hate these stupid pranks! You guys always take it too far!”
He threw out his arms, “And how did we take it too far yesterday?”
“The picture Peter!” He looked at you in confusion. Tears filled your eyes as you ran a hand through your hair. “When I came to this island, I didn’t bring much. The clothes on my back, a favorite book. And the picture of my mother.”
Understanding filled his eyes, “That’s what you were kneeling in front of yesterday.” He murmured.
You only nodded. A hiccup left you as you went to turn away from him. “It was the only thing I had left of her, my father burned the rest of it. I was able to hide it under my mattress and keep it from him.”
Arms wrapped around you as Peter pulled you in for a hug, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I had no idea.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you leaned your head onto his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair.
You looked up and saw his green eyes piercing down at you, “I’m sorry for freaking out like that, I just didn’t know what to do.”
He only let out a small chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead, “You’re fine, Y/N. And I promise I’ll fix your picture for you when we get back to camp.”
You smiled at him and leaned up, planting a kiss on his cheek you whispered, “Thank you, Peter.”
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