1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”
36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”
90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
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161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”
‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’
Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler
‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the
whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’
‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made
another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He
laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a
face a mixture of pity and remorse.
‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She
glared at him before leaving.
It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday
morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his
shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his
hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit
properly without feeling it.
He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey
after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do
anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t
know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but
at the end it’d only worsened it.
'It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I
was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a
chair at the eighth year common room.
'Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who
exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be
translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’
'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll
behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair
products’ Pansy smirked.
'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually
amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’
Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’
'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.
Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.
'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’
Hermione gave her a little smile.
'He owes he a favor’
Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.
'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’
'Tell me how amazing I am’
The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco
in the same position.
'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately.
'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’
'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go
on, tell me how amazing I am’
'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she
wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d
brought before. 'What-’
'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his
'There’s no need for that’
'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little
flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.
A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.
'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’
'Harry, please, Pansy said-’
'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time
Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit-
ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower
back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the
ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips
as hard as he could to stop from screaming.
Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get
up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his
shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his
bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming
down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had
come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint
Potter, who was panting by his side.
Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in
an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain
was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in
the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why
couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after
everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions
homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied
giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped
Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage,
after everything, almost sounded funny.
Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy
wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who
came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot
of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.
Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.
'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid
inside was thicker than water.
'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need
to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted
teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him
to leave, that cocky bastard.
'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the
ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon
filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.
'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.
'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I
can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable
to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see
what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy
gaping at him.
'Do you even-’
'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take
off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on
the far end of the bed.
He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them
when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.
Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and
started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime
he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry
couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible
for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.
'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as
close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew,
since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and
stilled, realising what that meant.
And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He
turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign
of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his
fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.
'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco
could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same
distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft
and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat when Potter squeezed and, even though his
lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He
exaled, relaxing into the matress.
Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing
Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he
did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing
of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He
stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.
'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he
'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry
had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it
meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.
He stopped shortly.
'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll
need you to lower you trousers a bit.
'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter
'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said
slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.
'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the
fuck was going on.
'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a
second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned
his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter
better know what he was doing.
Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was
doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn ’t
be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got
out of there.
Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his
thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press
lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it
hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy
Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work
I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could
see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could
see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.
'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.
Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress,
both hands on Malfoy’s hips.
'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.
'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could.
Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked
to say anything.
'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his
shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression
on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?
'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say
anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry
sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.
'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned
both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.
'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’
But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the
warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything
like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was
reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood
rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…
'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He
shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came
out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but
felt his shoulders lose tension again.
'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.
Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was
supposed to do.
'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs
pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and
And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.
Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too
tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum
against the pillow.
'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain
was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.
Harry moaned low.
Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew
was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter
pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the
whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt
his own cock twitching at that.
Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew
he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub
against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His
cheeks were flushed and lips parted.
Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above
Malfoy’s left ear.
'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t
imagining all that.
Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing
Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his
jaw and started sucking there.
Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint
The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry
escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he
His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them.
The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the
matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from
moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could
get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching,
scratching the soft skin.
Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.
'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t
right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…
'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips.
His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb
the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind
immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.
'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from
where Harry could see them.
Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed
Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock
was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows,
squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.
Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of
Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before,
his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers
there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.
He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound
of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click
signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen
if anyone decided to come in.
Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.
'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking
moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in
Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and
then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue.
Draco kept pushing back, gasping as he
did, completely out of control.
Harry had never done that before but the sencond he laid eyes on Draco’s
ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to
get all those delicious sounds out of him.
Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of
his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.
'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’
Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on
the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue
earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle
finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering
uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His
finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against
the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and
scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple
bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell
Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.
Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired
with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat,
more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his
throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to
do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside
him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know
was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.
The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he
could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid
there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry
stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt
exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and
leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking
stared, jerking himself as he did.
Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair,
having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture
caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.
'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his
mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s
lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to
Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance.
Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’
he whispered against his ear.
'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans
rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily
as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his
cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.
Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working
properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting,
but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just
never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they
were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to
take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself
Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him.
Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging
open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped
them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings
around blown pupils.
'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a
pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of
his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his
mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago.
And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full,
so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull
He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure
to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw
Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air
escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His
complex changed immediately.
'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass
thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.
Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted
them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave
marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down
again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked
hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched
Harry’s back repeatedly.
His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear
them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was
making those sounds.
The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and
coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge,
his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.
Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s
last thrusts too much to handle.
Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.
'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.
They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to
leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.
'You could… we- uh… we could…’
Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d
Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room
to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he
'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’
Draco felt his face flushing immediately.
'He did! I just…’
'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls
next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his
eyes from the book he had in hands.
His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t
‘You owe me two favours
now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.
‘What- Why two?’ Draco
shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.
‘Because,’ She stuck up a
finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found
someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’
Right that second Potter
walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco
immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley
with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and
saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.
‘Hey,’ Potter stood
awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his
cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear
he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess
Pansy was shaking trying
to keep herself from bursting out laughing.
‘Your dorm?’ Draco found
himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoody. The bastard blushed at Draco’s
words, but nodded with a smile on his face.
He’d barely turned his
back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.
I’ve made a prompts list! (Some are not mine and I give credit to those who made them.) Send an ask with the number(s) and the character/ship you want! (For short drabbles/blurbs) x
1. “Please don’t leave me.” 2. “Are you kidding me right now?!” 3. “I’m going to kill you!” 4. “You did all of this for me?” 5. “I made my baby cry!” 6. “I’m in love with you.” 7. “Can I kiss you?” 8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” 9. “Will you be quiet?!” 10. “You are a bloody idiot, you know that?” 11. “You love me.” 12. “He’s dead.” 13. “I hate you so much I love you.” 14. “Just leave me alone!” 15. “I can’t believe you just did that.” 16. "Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” 17. "Please.” 18. "Cuddle me.” 19. "Give me that back!” 20. "I’m pregnant.” 21. "Are you scared?” 22. "What are you doing?” 23. "If we get caught I’m blaming you.” 24. "Are you drunk?” 25. "Shut up and kiss me.” 26. "Help me I’m stuck.” 27. "What am I going to do with you?” 28. "Stop distracting me!” 29. "You said my name in your sleep.” 30. "Yes.” 31. "Are you jealous?” 32. "Trust me.” 33. "Bite me.” “If you insist.” 34. "I made a mistake.” 35. "It’s been a while.” “Too long.” 36. "I don’t love you anymore!” 37. "You’re lying.” 38. "I’m going to regret this.” 39. "Do that again.” 40. "I’m running away.” 41. "I need your help.” 42. "If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.” 43. "Well this is a surprise.” 44. "Am I dreaming?” 45. "Make me.” 46. "If they find out, I’ll kill myself and then you.” 47. "Why? Just… why?” 48. "Stop it.” 49. "We’re just friends.” 50. "Did you just flick me?” 51. "Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” 52. "I got you a present.” 53. "Sit in my lap.” 54. "I think I forgot how to breathe.” 55. "Woah.” 56. "What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” 57. "You don’t understand, you never do!” 58. "You look cute with a baby bump!” 59. "It’s all your fault!” 60. "Well that’s just great.” 61. "Are you even listening?” 62. "I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.” 63. "I thought you loved her.” 64. "Time changes people.” 65. "You, my friend, are a complete and utter tosser.” 66. "You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!” 67. "Don’t you just love it!” 68. "It bit me!” 69. "You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.” 70. "Did you buy me… lingerie?” 71. "Oh yeah, because you’d be so good at this!” 72. "I’m sorry.” 73. "That night never happened!” 74. "You should marry me.” 75. "Aren’t you just a cutie pie!” 76. "Don’t you dare!” 77. "Um.. somebody broke that.” 78. "Stop biting that fucking lip!” 79. "You’re hot, shame about the personality.” 80. "You’re going to get us expelled!” 81. "I need you to fake date me.” 82. "My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” 83. “You’re just leaving me here? At least have to decency to finish me off with a stick.” 84. "No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.” 85. "Wow thanks a lot.” 86. "Why are you walking around naked?” 87. "You owe me big time!” 88. "Awe it’s so cute!” 89. "Are you hitting on me?” 90. "If I die you’ll be sorry!” 91. "Help me hide!” 92. "Sometimes I really don’t like you.” 93. "You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!” 94. "Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!” 95. "I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.” 96. "Is that… is that my bra?” 97. "Really? Right now?” 98. "Where are your pants?” 99. "I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.” 100. ”You’re my soulmate?!”
I love the contrast of ArchieRonnie against Bughead though...
ArchieRonnie is all very passion and fire and lust with an undercurrent of sweetness. Bughead is that very pure sweet kind of love and the two just play off each other so well and it’s just great to see the two very different but two very healthy kinds of relationships on the same show.
Okay so heres context: me and my team of a goblin monk, tabaxi rogue and me and drow figher we’re captured by a race of probably undead mushroom people on our quest to find stinky weed with most of us having no weapons or armour we are then taken to see their king
King: why have you come to burn down our forest
Goblin: wh- no we came here for the st-
King: I KNOW YOU CAME HERE TO BURN THIS FOREST DOWN
Me: uh no we didn’t, why would we come awfully equipped to burn down a forest
Goblin: we’re on a quest so we dont die of poison
King: okay… *checks tabaxis blood because they’re just there*
King: no poison
Goblin: THAT MOTHERFUCKER LIED!
King: now you must fight my champion, KARL!
(A giant mushroom man walks in)
me: well thats just great
(I attempt to hit the mushroom in the crotch as the tabaxi latches onto his butt)
(He grabbs the goblin and I save him by successfully kicking him in the crotch, then tabaxi hits him in the crotch)
(I am soon cornered and the last one standing and I manage to kill him after booping him on the nose)
King: well by the laws of this land you are innocent, now what do you want
Goblin: WE JUST WANT SOME STINKY WEED!
King: oh thats what you wanted? Take it I hate this stuff
Me: oh fuck this I almost died
(We return with three sacks of stinky weed giving a sack to the person who wanted it)
Me: fuck you all
“It is so inspirational, to see that in the world of Westeros, men are answering to women, and they are a force to be reckoned with. It’s empowering, and it’s inspirational as well, because you’re just like, ‘This is great!’”
So, I know Petco gets a ton of hate from fishkeepers, because they’re a big box store and employees don’t really have any education on the animals they sell… But as someone who works at Petco, I really do wanna let y'all know that behind the scenes and higher up they really are trying to make a difference.
Petco has made a promise to sustainably source all fish by 2022. They are investing billions of dollars right now in aquaculture. In fact I just read on the company website that they’ve now begun selling 100% aquacultured yellow tangs, and now they’re investing heavily into breeding blue hippo tangs in captivity as well!
Idk I just think its great and I’m really proud of them lol. They’re also putting up articles for employees lately about specific fish care requirements, encouraging us to ask questions about the tanks for the fish… Such as when someone wants to buy a pleco, informing them that the tank should be 75+ gals, etc. Definitely headed in the right direction, I think
AN: The Riverdale break was killing me so I did this. But it’s back now and I’m a happy little bean.
You had been going to Riverdale high for a few years or so now. You were lucky to have met your now best friend Valerie, who is also a pussycat, otherwise you wouldn’t know what you would do. Making friends was never easy for you so having one was a miracle. Being the quiet art student who prefers to stay away from the crowds, sitting alone and sketching in a notebook, that’s who you were. Socialising wasn’t something you did everyday and you honestly tried to avoid talking to people you didn’t know as much as possible as you tended to make a complete fool out of yourself with your awkward behaviour.
Apart from Valerie and Pops who ran the local diner, there wasn’t anybody else who interested you in this small town. Well, apart from the mysterious boy that always seemed to be wearing a beanie named Jughead Jones. Ever since you first saw him busily typing away on his laptop in Pops the first week you moved here, you’d been head over heels for the guy. There was just something intriguing about him and it wasn’t just his odd name.
Yes, you’d been crushing on this boy for three years now yet you’d never actually talked to him yourself and you didn’t see yourself having a conversation with him anytime soon. But hopefully one day you’d gain enough courage to do so.
It was a Friday night and you were currently spending it alone at Pops. You were in the midst of drawing in your art book when you were interrupted by the man himself. “One chocolate milkshake for miss Y/N.” The friendly man sent you a smile as he placed your drink on the table. You couldn’t help but let out a wide smile at the old man, he always made you feel welcome. “Thanks Pops. So how have you been doing?"
"Oh same old same old. But what about you missy, have you talked to that crush of yours yet?" He smirked, crossing his arms as he waited for your response. Yes, you had accidentally told Pops about your crush on Jughead, more like he figured it out but that’s another story. Letting out a sigh you leaned forward, resting your arms on the table. "I’m working on it…” Well that was a complete lie, but Pops didn’t need to know how pathetic you are that you can’t even talk to a freaking boy after a year.“
Sending you a sympathetic look he placed a hand reassuringly on your shoulder. "Come on now Y/N, I’m sure if he got to know you that boy would fall quickly."
"I dunno pops…I think i’m just destined to be alone.” You sighed before lazily taking a sip of your shake.
"I don’t think so…“ at those words the bell signalling someone entered the diner rang causing you to look up and see, oh wow it was him…it was Jughead. Looking up at pops with a nervous expression you noticed a smirk appear on his face making you feel uneasy. Before you could stop it he opened his mouth. "Jughead Jones, what can I get for you today my boy?"
At his voice Jughead turned around only to smile at the man, walking up to greet him. "Hey pops, just the usual for me please.” Oh god he was coming this way! You quickly looked down at the page of your sketchbook in front of you and started working on your drawing, hoping that he wouldn’t realise you were there and that Pops wouldn’t do anything stupid.
“Wonderful, that’ll be out in a minute. Say Juggy…have you met Y/N here?” Your body froze at his words and your breathing stopped, this was not happening. “Uh no, I haven’t. Hey I’m Jughead.” Finally looking up, your eyes met with his green ones and you struggled to form words as you stuttered out a response. “I-I’m uh, I’m Y/N, I know who you are.” Well that didn’t sound creepy at all! “I mean-I go to the same school as you…yeah.”
Well great you’ve already blown your chances and it look likes Pops abandoned you as well. Just great. Your frantic thoughts were interrupted by the boy in front of you chuckling at your introduction. “Well Y/N, do you mind if I sit here?"
"Yeah uh you can do that.” You mumbled out as heat rose to your cheeks as you blushed in embarrassment. Taking the seat in front of you Pops came just in time as he placed Jugheads drink in front of him before sending you a not so subtle wink and walking away. That man I swear. "So…you’re into art I see.“ Jughead spoke up as he glanced down at your sketchbook open in front of you.
"Oh well I guess, I mean yeah…I am." Gosh why were you so awkward! This was your crush you’re supposed to be impressing him, not acting like a fool.
"That’s really cool. Do you mind if I take a look." He seemed genuinely interested so you shyly nodded your head, handing him the book. ” Um sure.“
As he flipped through your sketchbook he studied every drawing intently making you nervous. But as he finished he looked up at you in what appeared to be…awe? "Woah Y/N these are…amazing. Where did you learn to draw like this?" You blushed at his words, looking shyly down at your lap as you fiddled with the ends of your sweater. "Just practiced I guess."
"Well you’re really talented.” He sent you a smile as he leaned back against the seat. He crossed his arms as his eyes looked at you as if he was studying you. Feeling vulnerable under his gaze you spoke up and changed the topic to something other than yourself. “Oh uh thank you. What about you though, writing for the school newspaper and all. I read your articles, they’re really good."
"I’m surprised people actually read those." He chuckled before taking a sip from his drink.
"Well I dunno about everyone else but I do." You joked before doing the same and taking a sip from your shake.
"Gee thanks." Jughead feigned being hurt by your words and dramatically placed his hand over his heart, causing you to rush out an apology. "Oh n-no I was just kid-"
Your worried expression made the boy burst out in hysterics as he reassuringly placed his hand over yours. "I was just joking, it’s alright.”
Feeling overwhelmed by his touch and his small prank your cheeks reddened once again as you pulled your hand away from his hold, taking another drink from your shake. As you placed the glass back down you heard a small chuckle come from Jughead, looking up at him in confusion he let out another laugh. “You have a little something on your nose-here let me." He explained before leaning across the table coming incredibly close to your face, causing your heart to race and your breath to hitch in your throat. His hand reached out, eyes locking on your own as his thumb swiped across the tip of your nose removing the bit of froth that was previously there. He leaned back into his seat, leaving you sitting their utterly confused at his previous actions. "Oh uh thanks.”
He sent you a smirk before finishing off his drink and standing up from his seat. “You’re welcome. I gotta get going but I’ll see you at school tomorrow, it was nice talking to you, we should do this again sometime.”
Still in shock over everything that just happened you nodded. “Sure yeah that’d be great. I’ll see you at school then?"
"See you then Y/N.” He smiled before leaving, walking out the door as you still sat their like a lost puppy, still wondering what the fuck just happened. Stuff like this only happened in books and movies, not your boring life! Your thoughts are interrupted as Pops voice speaks up from next to you. “What did I tell you?"
“What do you mean?” You asked more scared than ever. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. You felt sick to your stomach.
“It’s exactly what I said, Y/N. We need to talk when you come into work tomorrow. From what I can see, I don’t think you are going to like what I have to say either.” Namjoon replied quietly while walking out of the bathroom with Jungkook next to him.
This was not good. This really was not good. When you had to talk to Namjoon, it was never okay. The situation would have to be either extremely bad enough, to where it needs to be brought up to Namjoon, or if the workers did something wrong. In this case, you did do something wrong. You broke the rule.
“What’s going to happen, Y/N?” Jimin questioned like he was a child and he just lost a loved one but didn’t understand what was going on. He was looking down at you, with his forehead resting on yours. His skin was warm and you could’ve sworn his heart was speeding up every minute you didn’t reply. He was worried. Really, really, worried.
You look up to meet his now dull and dark eyes. They weren’t glistening like before. He was hurt. His body language and eyes were like a tattle-tale, yet there you were, not able to do anything about this situation.
You already knew what would happen. Namjoon would threaten your job. It’s black and white for him. You either continue working at his business and leave Jimin or you leave the business and stay with him. It was up to you, not Namjoon.
As much as you liked Jimin, you knew you shouldn’t have done this. You had put everything into the relationship and Jae-Eun even started calling Jimin, dad. It obviously wasn’t the full word since he was still under a year old but it was pretty close.
Jimin makes you happy. He comforts you when you need it and gives you space when you just aren’t feeling the company, which was rare. Without Jimin, you weren’t sure what would happen to you. Without him, is like a bike with a flat tire. You can still get to your destination but it would be a slow ride and you knew, you would most likely give up in the end. The thing that sucked was, you didn’t even know where your destination was and you weren’t willing to find it, alone.
But, you also needed this job. You needed to support your son. Sure, while you and Jimin are together, he would give you the money he has been giving you for months already. But, if you aren’t seeing each other there was no doubt in your mind that he would stop providing you with it. Which meant, going back to working twice as long and less time with your son.That also meant going back to sex, you didn’t want to have. You had no choice.
It is so inspirational,
to see that in the world of Westeros, men are answering to women, and
they are a force to be reckoned with. It’s empowering, and it’s
inspirational as well, because you’re just like, ‘This is great!’
A/N: I came up with this idea whilst practicing for my singing exam (yeah, beauty and the beast for grade 1 exam in march…fun) so anyway, here’s some Galra!Keith x reader!
Tale as old as time
Echoes of your horse’s footprints against the cobblestone
grew louder and louder as you approached the desolate castle. Your father was
missing and this is where your horse had led you. Whatever had happened to him,
it couldn’t have been good. Landing on the ground, you swept your dress up as
you walked up the steps leading to the door…which had been broken open…strange,
you thought. Your horse protesting whinnying in fear. “Shush, I’ll be back with
papa soon. Don’t worry.” You reassured her.
True as it can be
Lifting a lit candelabra, you carried on your brave journey
through the abandoned castle…or so you thought. “She might be the one!” you
heard a voice whisper shout. “Who’s there?!” You called out. “Me.” A voice
announced. “Who?” you asked nobody in particular. “I said me.” As if trying to
prove a point the candelabra in your hand pointed at its self. “Oh!” You
dropped the candelabra in shock. “Now that was rude.” The talking candelabra.
You got down on your knees. “You’re…alive?” it was supposed to come out as a
statement but ended up being a question. “Why, yes. Now if you don’t mind. I
will introduce myself. I am Lance.” The candlestick bowed and reached out to
your hand as if to kiss it, but you were scared it was going to drip hot
candlewax on you so you pulled your hand away from the objects reach. “Lance,
you don’t even know if she is compatible with the prince and you’re just going
to assume things?” Another voice called out. “Who was that?” you asked Lance. “Pidge.”
Lance responded almost sourly.
Barely even friends
“Don’t you go and say
my name like that Lance! You know I’m right.” A small clock started stumbling
off an overturned table. “Hello, my fair lady. I am Pidge.” The polite clock
bowed in front of you, now beside Lance. “How are you two like that?” you asked
curiously. You knew you had been asking for adventure, but you didn’t expect it
to come in the form of magic. “Well, the castle is under a tragic curse
unfortunately.” Pidge started. “I’m sorry, I would love to hear the story
behind the castle but I need to find my papa.” You told the personified
objects, getting up from the floor. “Wait!” they called after you, waddling and
hopping after you in urgency.
Then somebody bends
As you climbed the stairs leading upwards towards the top of
the castle. You started to notice how most of the other non-talking objects in
the castle had been destroyed or overturned. Most of the faces on the paintings
decorating the hallways had been riddled with…were those claw marks? Whatever
curse that had taken over this castle…it must have been a powerful one. Yet the
candelabra and the clock kept on following you, up and up you went and they
would not give up on stopping you. No matter how short their legs were. “Wait!
My lady you don’t know what you are getting into!” Pidge called after you. “I
can defend myself thank you!” You shouted back at him. You didn’t like to be
told what you could and couldn’t do. No matter how hard the task was.
“Papa?” You called out as you finally got to the top of the
castle. “Y/N! You shouldn’t be here!” Your papa worried from a cell. You ran
over to him, kneeling down beside him, holding his hand through the bars. “Papa,
what is this place?” You asked feebly. Worried for your father’s welfare. “Y/N,
you shouldn’t have come, this castle is alive!” he stressed. “I’ve noticed, and
just like that the candelabra and little cogs worth clock caught up with you.
“My lady!” Pidge retaliated. “Y/N, they are kind but there is something else
living here, a beast!” Your father had fear in his eyes. And that was when you
realised, the claw marks, the overturned furniture. Suddenly, you had this
feeling you were being watched when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on
Just a little change
“What are you doing here?” a gravelly voice called out from
the darkness of the prison. “I’ve come to retrieve my father.” You furrowed
your brows in anger at the person who had treated your father in such a cruel
way. “Visitors aren’t welcome here.” Was all he said. “Well, I apologise for my
father’s trespasses, but can you please let him go?” You asked. “No…he must
serve for his crime.” The voice relented. “Why? He didn’t do anything!” You
shouted at the dark corner. Suddenly, yellow eyes glowed from the corner of the
room. You gasped slightly, you weren’t expecting this. I mean…stuff like this
only existed in story books? Right?
Small to say the
You squinted at the eyes following your trembling form. “There
must be something I can do?” You questioned to yourself more than to the
mysterious figure in the dark. “Well then he shouldn’t have come here!” The
voice yelled, making you shrink back towards your beloved father. “Wait! I’ll
do anything…” You tried to bargain. “…take me instead.” You refused to think
over it. You didn’t want your father to die in this place, scared half to
death. “Y/N no!” your father protested. “You…you would, do that for him?” the
voice softened slightly. “If I did, would you let him go?” You asked. “Yes…but
you most promise to stay here forever.” The voice bargained. Before you could
agree, you needed answers, squinting your eyes slightly. “Come into the light.”
You stated. You heard small footsteps before a figure stepped into the light.
Both a little scared
You gasped as the figure revealed himself to you, purple fur
riddled his being, cat like ears sprouting from the sides of his head. He had
yellow eyes with no pupils, black claws and sharp teeth. Turning back towards
your father he searched your eyes for some other way. “NO Y/n, I won’t let you
do this!” he refused, but it was too late. “You have my word.” You stepped into
the light, in front of the figure. “Done.” He growled before dragging your father
out of his cell. And away from your sobbing form. “Papa!” you called out. You
didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Neither one prepared
It had been a few days since the beast had taken you as
prisoner, you had refused to come out of your room. The wardrobe was the only
thing that kept you company. He comforted you through the whole ordeal of being
trapped forever under the beast’s control. “Oh, Coran, what am I going to do?”
you sobbed. “Trust me kiddo, the master has good intentions, once you get
underneath all of the fur and…well, meanness.” Coran summed up. Just great, you
were never going to leave. But you couldn’t stay in your room forever, you’d
have to eat sooner or later. And just as if on cue, the beast knocked on your
door. “What is it?” You asked, distress clearly found in your voice. “Would you
like to come down for dinner?” he asked. “No.” you responded blatantly. He let
out a small growl. “Would you like to come down to dinner please?” He asked
once again in a much angrier tone. “No, thank you!” you refused once again. You
then heard a murmur of conversation from behind the door. “It would give me the
greatest honour if you would join me for dinner…please.” He tried once again.
“I said no, thank you!” you shouted back at the door. How could he imprison you
forever and then just expect you to both get along like old friends?! It was so
Beauty and the beast
“Fine! You can’t stay in there forever!” he yelled. “I can
and I will.” You promised. “Ugh! Fine, go ahead and starve for all I care!” he
continued to scream and shout before you heard him stomp down the corridor…this
was hopeless. Later on, the objects of the castle took pity on you and snook
you down stairs for dinner, unknown to the master. They sung you a lovely tune
whilst you ate and everything was so divine and delicious. And like Lance sang,
nothing came second best! Afterwards, you grew curious towards the rest of the
castle. “Hey Pidge…I bet you know everything there is to know about the
castle.” You poked the clockwork’s chest slightly. “Well…well I, yes, yes I
do.” Pidge’s clock face practically steamed up.
Ever just the same
Exploring the castle, you all took a stroll down a corridor
lined with knights armour on either side. It was like it had just come out of
one of your story books. “This is amazing.” You breathed. It truly was, even
though the architecture of the building had grown grotesque and gothic, it was
truly a marvel to look at. But when Lance and Pidge told you about the
forbidden west wing of the castle, you couldn’t help but grow curious. Whilst
distracting them, you jumped up the stairs at the first chance you got.
Sometimes your curious mind just wouldn’t quit. As you wandered down the hall,
you realised everything had grown more destructive and even more desolate. Like
a hurricane had ripped its way through here. You came across a portrait where a
pair of kind brown eyes stared at you, not being able to see the rest of the
persons face, due to most of the painting hanging off the frame due to more
claw marks, you tried to raise the fabric and see the rest of the strangers
face before you heard something get knocked over. Thinking it was the beast,
you ran into the nearest room to hide.
Ever a surprise
Almost tripping on multiple objects, you navigated yourself
through the room until you came across an almost pristine table. Where a rose
floated, a jar being placed above and around it as if it was the most precious
thing in the world. In curiosity, you got swept up from your own common sense
and decided to lift the glass jar to investigate. But as soon as you did, you
heard a growl from the other side of the room. Turning around you saw the
beast, he was staring at you angrily with his yellow eyes, he looked as if he
were ready to slice your throat with his jet black claws and paint the walls of
the castle with your blood. Continuing to growl, he then prowled towards,
growing more furious with every step he took. Snatching the jar from your hands
he placed it back over the rose protectively. His yellow eyes fell on to
you…you couldn’t seem to find a soul behind them.
Ever as before
“Why did you come here?” He snarled, his lip curled upwards,
revealing more of his fangs. “I’m, I’m sorry.” You stumbled over your words in
fear of what he would do to you. “You were told it was forbidden to come here.
You knew and you came anyway!” he shouted. “Do you realise what you could have
done!” He then back handed what was left of an overturned table, snapping the
leg of it clean off. Startling you greatly, you backed away, your back pressing
up against what was left of a wardrobe. “Get out!” he said in a low and
dangerous tone. “wha-” “I SAID GET OUT!” He practically roared in hatred. You
dashed out of the room before he could hit you and snap you in half as well.
Ever just as sure
“What? Where are you going?!” Lance shouted in protest.
“Anywhere but here! I’m sorry!” You shouted back at Pidge and Lance as you made
for the door. Finding your horse outside you swung your leg over the saddle and
rode into the dark wood. But as your horse started to buck and quake, wolves
emerged from behind the trees, growling in anticipation of their next meal. Your
horse ran away from them in fear, but they were a lot faster and stronger. They
started to snap and howl at your horse’s legs, managing to keep up with you at
a steady pace. Before you could get any further away from them, ice broke
beneath your horse’s hooves. Finding yourself engulfed in icy water. One of the
wolves snapped and whined as it drowned into the depths. Managing to make it
out of the water, you continued to gallop away from the predators, but they
jumped in front of you before you could go any further.
As the sun will rise
In fear, your horse threw you off. Landing in the snow, you
got back up to protect your friend. Grabbing the nearest fallen tree branch,
you began to hit any pouncing wolves in the head. But before you could get back
on your horse and charge away. One of the wolves ripped the branch out of your
grip, leaving you and your horse defenceless. Game over. One of them pounced on
you, biting and dragging you by your cloak. But before another one could bite
or snap off any of your body parts, the wolf was ripped away from you mid-jump.
Suddenly the beast appeared, roaring in the wolf’s face. He then began to protect
you, nothing but hostility on his face as he leaned over you. As if using his
body as a human shield. He then began to attack the wolves, even though they
constantly bit and ripped into his fur and flesh. He was crazy.
Tale as old as time
They relentlessly attacked him, but he kept on tearing and
ripping them away from him. Throwing them into nearby trees as if they weighed
nothing. In fear, the rest of the wolf pack ran away, knowing there was another
predator much larger and scarier than them. The beast stood alone in the snow
as it fell, he looked almost at home, in the woods. As if he belonged here.
Before you could get a word of thanks out, he turned towards you, revealing
blood pouring out numerous deep gashes on his forearm. He fell into the snow,
clearly exhausted. Turning to your horse, you considering running away back to
your village and father, leaving him here to die in the cold. But you couldn’t
find it in yourself to leave him, after all…he had just saved your life. You
ran towards his passed out form, ripping your cloak from your shoulders to keep
him warm. Carrying him onto your horse, you then led her back to the castle.
Tune as old as song
As soon as you got back to the castle, you settled the
master into his chair. Having Allura, the teapot, pour some hot water into a
basin, so you could clean his wound. Wringing out the towel, you made your way
over to the now conscious beast, who was licking his wound. “Here, don’t do
that.” You scolded lightly, but he just growled at you, as if nothing had
changed. The objects backed away in fear of what he would do. You reached out
towards him, hoping he would relent, but he just continued to move his arm away
from you. “Just hold still!” you ordered, the towel brushed against his arm
slightly, causing him to roar in pain. “That hurts!” He shouted in your face.
“Well, if you just held still it wouldn’t hurt as much!” you shot back. “If you
hadn’t run away, this wouldn’t have happened!” He carried on, gesturing to his
wounded arm. “Well if you hadn’t scared me half to death I wouldn’t have ran
away.” You settled. The beast looked for something to shoot back at you but his
face fell as you had won the argument. But a smile erupted onto his face as he
came up with something “Well, you shouldn’t have been in the west wing!” He
pointed out triumphantly. “Well you should learn to control your temper.” You
“Now hold still.” You held his arm gently. “This might sting
a little.” You added before pressing the towel to his arm. He cringed away in
pain as you began to clean the wound. “By the way…thank you for saving my
life.” You continued gratefully. His face relaxed tremendously before turning
back to you and responding in a calm tone, “You’re welcome.”
Finding you can
Later on in the week, you found yourself strolling the
grounds with your horse in tow. Your eyes travelling around the snow filled
garden before your horse nuzzled you in the back. Turning around, you hugging
your horse happily. Little did you know, the beast was watching you from one of
the balconies, conversing with Pidge and Lance. “I’ve never felt this way about
anyone before.” He mumbled aloud, looking down at his bandaged arm. “I must do
something for her.” He declared confidently. “But what?” a confused expression
fell across his face as he turned to his friends. “Well, there are the usual
things, flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep.” Pidge listed
off. “No, no, no. It has to be something special. Something that sparks her
interest. Wait! I got it!” Lance held up his arm as if to click, but all that
happened was his flame flickered.
Learning you were
A couple of hours later and you find yourself being led
towards a pale white door by none other than the beast himself. “I want to show
something to you.” He declared, gesturing to the door. His ears flapped
excitedly, he was so much different now you thought. It was like all that anger
had just dissolved from his being. He began to open the door, but closed it
instead turning to you with excited eyes rather than angry ones. “But first you
must close your eyes.” You gave him a sceptically look but obeyed anyway. He
bit his lip in anticipation as his eyes scanned your peaceful face. ‘God, she
was beautiful.’ He thought to himself, blushing dark purple at the thought. As
he led you into the room by your hands you asked “Can I open them?” the beast
turned back towards you, an excited glint in his eye. “No, not yet…wait here.”
He left your side for a moment.
Certain as the sun
You heard him opening numerous curtains before you asked
“Now, can I open them?” you asked with a slight laugh in your voice.
“Alright…now.” The beast whispered gently. Opening your eyes, revealed
thousands upon thousands of books. It was a huge library. The one that Pidge
and Lance had told you about but nothing got the time to show you. It was
simply breath-taking. “I can’t believe it; I have never seen so many book in my
life.” You twirled around in a circle just so you could take it all in.
“Really? You like it?” He asked. “Yes, it’s wonderful.” You walked around him,
looking through all the different shades of leather. “Then it’s yours.” He
declared, a smile brightening up his features. “Thank you so much.” You turned
towards him, taking his hands in yours. The objects were staring at you all
from the door, fangirling among themselves as they declared that it was
working. “What’s working?!” Hunk, the teacup asked, jumping up and down to try
and see. “Allura, I don’t understand!” He pouted. “All in good time Hunk, all
in good time.” Allura chided.
Rising in the east
Over the next couple of days after that, you and the beast
grew gradually closer and closer. It started with breakfast together. Where the
utensils would make you porridge, you would politely use your spoon and sip
away from your bowl. But the beast just devoured his greedily with no eating
utensils whatsoever. It was kind of a turnoff for you. Looking away in
embarrassment you continued to eat your porridge. After getting encouraging
looks from Hunk and Allura, the beast tried to eat with a spoon at the side of
his bowl. He couldn’t use it very well after so long, but instead you offered
him an encouraging smile and held up your bowl. Smiling at you the beast
mimicked your movements, doing the same. You both toasted each other before you
sipped from the bowls. Then you both fed the birds in the garden, you showed
him how to get the birds to go into your hand with the help of the seeds. He
seemed very happy about this accomplishment, which made his ears perk up in
joy. You giggled at the cute expression. There was suddenly something that
hadn’t been there before. It then suddenly turned into a snowball fight, which
you both greatly enjoyed.
Tale as old as time
That night, the beast took a bath, nervously blowing bubbles
into the water as if contemplating on whether he should drown himself. “Calm
down your majesty, tonight is the night. You will be bold, daring!” Lance
encouraged. “Bold, daring!” The beast repeated beginning to shake as he rid
himself of all the water matted in his fur. “And when the moment is right! You
confess your love.” Lance sighed dreamily. “I…I can? No, no I can’t.” he
discouraged himself. “You care for the girl don’t you?” Lance pointed at him
with a flickering hand/candle. “More than anything.” The beast stared at his
reflection in the mirror, revealing the adoration he held in his eyes for her. “Well
then you must tell her!” Lance instructed. The coat hanger then continued on
styling the beast’s hair, resulting in a short ponytail tied off with a red
ribbon. Pidge then scuttled into the room, clearing their throat as they did.
“Your lady…awaits.” He gestured towards the door.
Song as old as rhyme
You gracefully strolled down the stairs, wearing an over the
shoulder yellow dress, revealing your curves yet plooming out below your waist.
Your Y/H/C hair put up into a bun while the rest of your hair cascaded over
your shoulders. To put it simply you looked absolutely stunning. So stunning,
the beast was stunned into silence. He looked to Lance for guidance, him giving
the best thumbs up he could muster before he took a deep breath, meeting you
halfway. He was dressed in a red suit, making him look rather dashing, his hair
tied up into a ponytail, revealing his jaw line more even though it was hidden
under purple fur. You smiled at him all the same, he offered you his arm,
taking it gratefully you let him lead you down the stairs.
Beauty and the beast
You had dinner, the beast tried his best to eat politely,
which made your heart warm with how much effort he had put into making tonight
special. It truly made you happy that he had grown to care for you so much. As
the coat hanger began to play the violet, you grew excited. Getting up from
your chair, you ran over to the beast, grabbing his hands in excitement,
leading him to the ballroom. He looked at your hesitantly, afraid that if he
held you too tight, he might break you. As you entered the ball room, you led
him to the centre of it. Placing your right hand in his left, you guided his
right to lie on your waist. You saw him gulp nervously, he certainly wasn’t
used to such close contact with a beautiful girl like you. As you pulled
yourself closer towards his body, you gave him an encouraging smile before you
started to dance with him. Your dress twirled out beneath you as he twirled you
around, he may not admit it, but he was a good dancer.
Tale as old as time
You grew to be happy with him by your side, resting your
head on his chest, you enjoyed the moment as best as you could. Little did you
know that the beast was looking over at his friends in excitement with nothing
on his face except the expression that said ‘it’s working!’. But the night had
to come to an end eventually. So he led you out onto the balcony, where you
both gazed at the stars. Sitting down beside him, you nervously fiddled with
your dress, doing your best to hide your blush underneath the darkness of the
sky. But the beast was well prepared to confess his love for you. “Y/N?” he
asked hesitantly, shuffled a tad bit closer to you. He took your hand, “Are you
happy here with me?” he started. “yes.” You answered without even thinking
about it. The beast smiled in happiness, but you looked towards the sky in
sadness. There was just one thing. “What is it?” the beast asked, noticing your
discomfort. “I just wish I could see my father again; I miss him so much.” You
confessed. You knew it was selfish to ruin such a perfect moment with your
thoughts, but it had to be said sooner or later. The beast thought deeply
before coming up with an answer to your problems, leading you up to his room,
he showed you the magic mirror. Placing it in your palms, the beast trusted you
with it. “Just ask it.” He told you. “I would like to see my father…please.”
You asked. Before you could prepare for what was supposed to come next, an
image of your father falling down on a country lane crackled to life on the
mirror’s surface. “Oh no!” you cried “What is it? What’s going on?” the beast
asked, concerned for your father. “My father, he is ill, maybe even dying and
he’s all alone!” you explained. If only there were a way…the beast looked down
at the magical rose, another petal fell from it as it drooped. He was running
out of time. “Then…then you must go to him.” He turned away, almost as if the
words physically pained him. “What did you say?” you couldn’t believe it. “I
release you.” He stated louder. “That means…I’m free?” you asked yourself.
“Yes.” He confirmed sadly. You turned away to go retrieve your father but
before you left you turned back to return the mirror to the beast. “No…keep
it.” He pushed it back into your hands. “So you can always look back…and
remember me.” He added softly, brushing his fingers through your hair fondly.
You were going to miss him. You wanted to hug him goodbye, but you felt as if
you did that, it would just make leaving harder. Leaving the room, you ignored
Pidge looking dreamily up at you as he entered the room. “Ah…I’m guessing we’ll
be human again in no time, huh?” They started. “I let her go.” The beast
answered. “Ah yes…young love so romant-wait, wait, you did what?!” Pidge
realised. “How could you do that?!” they shouted in distress. “I had to.” He
replied softly. “But why?” Pidge cried. “Because…I love her.” he looked
downwards as if her not being in his presence caused him pain.
Song as old as rhyme
Leaving the castle, you found your father on the country
road and brought him back to your little town. “Oh papa, please don’t ever do
that again. You gave me such a fright!” you told him as you fed him soup. “I’m
sorry Y/N, but I couldn’t leave you with that…that beast!” your father cried.
“Oh but papa, it turns out he’s so much nicer than he made out to be. He’s kind
and considerate, he cares about me.” You told him gently. “Sounds like someone
has a little crush?” your father wiggled his eyebrows at you. “What? Papa!” you
slapped his arm playfully. But something didn’t feel right. You missed the
beast so much. Going outside you looked up at the stars. Taking out the mirror,
you held it up as you spoke the words “Please, show me the beast.” You asked
politely. The mirror crackled to life as it revealed to you the beast, he was
lying down in a field near the castle. It looked like as if he had lost the
will to live, he wasn’t dying was he? But the curse…the rose…it barely had any
petals left!? Does that mean when the petals run out he dies?! NO! this can’t
be happening. You had no time to lose. “I’m sorry Papa, the beast is in danger
I must go help him!” You shouted to him as you jumped onto your horse once
again. “Be careful Y/n!” you heard your father shout out after you. “I will!”
Beauty and the beast
As soon as you got back to the gates of the castle, you
launched yourself off the back of your horse and ran as fast as you could to
the gardens. You turned around frantically, trying to decipher exactly where
you saw him in the mirror. Running to a path leading out of the garden, you
followed the path, hoping with all your being, you would find him before it was
too late. “Beast! Beast, where are you!” You cried out. “Y/N?” the beast called
out. You ran over to his side. “Oh Beast, what is happening to you?” you began
to cry. “I’m dying Y/N.” He answered sadly. “But why? I want you to stay.” You
took his hand and held it to your face, showing that you weren’t afraid of his claws
or his fur. You truly cared about him. “I’m sorry Y/N…I was going to tell you
that night, under better circumstances.” He started to cough. He really was
dying. Tears starting to stream down your face. “What? What were you going to
tell me?” you urged him, placing you hand on his cheek so he would stay awake.
“I was going to tell you…that I love you…and I always will.” He finished, tears
in his own eyes. “Oh beast, I love you too.” You moved quickly as you bent down
to meet his lips, giving him a true love’s kiss. But before anything else could
happen fireworks started to set off, literal fireworks. Sparkles of light shot
out of the beast’s limp body as he fell dead. He was then lifted into the air
by some invisible force. Being turned around as light shot out from his arms
and legs and finally his head. You started to panic, what was happening? As the
beast fell back to the ground, you waited to see if he could move. Lance,
Allura and Hunk watched from the side-lines, silent tears running down their
faces as they watched what was going on, but not from sadness, from joy. You
backed away as the figure began to move. He stood up, admiring his skin
coloured hand and touching his ears before turning to you. Revealing a human
man, with dark hair, brown eyes and white pearly teeth. Who was this person? “Y/N,
it’s me.” He confirmed. You walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek
hesitantly. He leaned into your touch, showing you how much adoration he held
for you in his eyes. “It is you!” you
cried. “Wait…I never really asked you for your name?” you asked him. “I’m
Prince Keith, and I’m hoping you will become my queen.” He looked at you
seductively. Blushing under his gaze you just mumbled a shut up before pulling him closer to you so he could kiss you. His lips
melding into yours as more fireworks set off.
Beauty and the beast
Before you knew it, it was your first dance after your wedding.
You were married to Keith and you were now his queen. Your father, Allura,
Hunk, Coran, Pidge and Lance all stood to the side, happily human again.
Watching happily as you stared into each other’s eyes with nothing but how much
love you held for each other. “Are they gonna live happily ever after Allura?”
Hunk asked her. “Yes, my dear friend. Yes indeed.” She nodded. “Wait…do I still
need to sleep in the cupboard?” he asked, making all his friends laugh as they
celebrated throughout the night. They could finally live the rest of their
lives as happily as they could. What about Y/N and Keith? Well, they both lived
happily ever after.