Till The Day I Die?

Till the Day I Die?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Grindelwald! Gn! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: Secret relationship, Grindelwald is like 100% more frowned upon in this world. Kinda ooc Newt?

Word Count: 1.0k

A/N: Posted from my old account. I wanted to repost some of the works I did on my old account because why not??

Being the younger sibling of Gellert Grindelwald caused some problems while you were growing up. For starters, your brother was very upset at your insistence to go to Hogwarts. You insisted, though, wanting to spend more time with people you actually knew instead of complete strangers. Another thing about the school was the houses. Gellert wanted you to be in the house most similar to Soscrofa, which would have been Slytherin. Instead, you were placed in Hufflepuff, most similar to Vulpelara.

He seemed to dislike everything that you decided for yourself. And, when he became a more evil man in the wizarding world (killing no-maj’s and such), he made you swear that you would always be on his side. It was hard disobeying him, so you swore. 

You didn’t swear that you would be single for the rest of your life, though.

Maybe that’s an exaggeration. Sooner or later, Gellert would have found some pureblood to marry you off to. However, you could find your own partner on your own, which was exactly what you did. You met a sweet and caring halfblood boy from your house who was funny and considerate. Meeting him was a dream for little 4th year you, so falling in love was inevitable. 

You and Newt both knew that your brother would not like this new development, so you kept it hidden. From everyone that could possibly have ties with Gellert Grindelwald. That was easier said than done, which led to private moments being sacred between you and Newt.

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The envelope you had received in the mail that morning was neatly written and sealed with a wax seal- one of a niffler to be precise. It wasn’t signed, but the handwriting was easily identifiable. It was a letter from Newt. With a happy grin, you quickly, but carefully, tore off the seal and opened the letter. There were only three letters signed onto the paper in careful cursive. ROR.

The grin on your face widened and you turned your head to spot Newt’s gaze already on you. You gave him a barely-noticeable nod and he smiled back. You and Newt both had an hour off right after breakfast, so the time was already declared by process of elimination. 

As soon as you finished your plate of food, you told your friends that you were going to go back to bed before your classes started and rushed off to meet Newt at the Room of Requirement. The ritual to enter seemed rhythmic at this point and you quickly gained access to the room of your needs. To your surprise, it was different than it typically was. Instead of a calming room with couches and books and a fireplace, there was a practically empty room. The fireplace was still burning, but its hue was pale pink. There was a chest at the end of a fairly big bed. You grinned, realizing that Newt was already sitting atop the bed, staring at the ground nervously.

You hurried over and threw your arms around your boyfriend, so happy to see him. “Newt, oh my merlin, it feels like so long since we’ve been able to be together.” You murmured into his neck. His arms circled you and he breathed in your scent.

“Too right, darling. I’ve missed you too much.” He pulled back, his hands coming to rub your arms. “How was the test you were nervous about? All good?”

After knowing and dating each other so long, the nervous-ness around each other seemed to fade away, but you could tell Newt was nervous about something. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours and he seemed hesitant to talk.

“I- uh, I passed it. All thanks to your study guide.” He smiled sheepishly. “How about you? How was everything on your end?”

He paused for a moment, “It was all fine. A-all good for me.” His grin was awkward. Something was bothering him.

“Newt, what’s wrong? You’re acting really weird.” You moved your hand to cup his cheek. He nudged it lightly with his nose when he snuggled into it.

“Nothing, darling. I’m per-perfectly fine. Just wanted to talk to you about something.”

You pulled away gently, “Uh, that's not terrifying at all.” Sarcasm tainted with awkward fear poured from your words, making Newt’s eyes widen.

“No, no, no, no, nothing bad about us, darling. I love you, you know that.” You nodded, chuckling awkwardly, waiting for him to continue. “It's just- you know why we’re hiding our relationship.”

“Yeah, my brother.”

“Right. And you pledged allegiance to him. But, being with me is kinda the opposite of being pledged to him, innit?”

“Where are you going with this, Newt? I thought you weren’t breaking up with me-”

Newt took a deep breath, shaking his head, “Not at all! The opposite really!” He paused, hoping that would reassure you. It didn’t do very much. His words seemed to contradict his earlier statement. “After school is over, you don’t have to go to your brother’s side.”

“Newt, he’ll hurt innocent people- maybe even you or me!”

He nodded, “I know. But, he’d do that even if you weren’t with him. He’ll come after me as soon as he realizes that we’re still together. Then he’d think you were betraying him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you glanced at him with an unreadable expression, “This really doesn’t sound like the opposite of breaking up with me.”

“Wait,” He said, moving to grasp your hand, “Please. I promise.” You nodded. You would trust this man with your life. “A few weeks ago I was talking with Professor Ada and I found out that he is a certified officiant for marriage. I asked if he was able to officiate even during the school year and he said yes.”

Your breathing slowed. “Do you- Do you mean-?”

He nodded, leaving the bed and kneeling on one knee. “Yes. I-I do. Will you, Y/F/N, marry me?” He pulled a ring from his pocket. Your eyes couldn’t focus on it because of tears.

Tears flowed quickly as you nodded. You fell to the height as Newt and you kissed him with as much love and admiration as you could. You felt the love Newt returned during the kiss. You could taste salt from your tears. You pulled back, noticed Newt was crying, and hugged him tightly. He was sobbing quietly in your ear.

“I love you so much.” Newt mumbled. “I will always be by your side.”

“Till the day I die?”

“Till the day I die.”

hello ~! could you do a quiet/cold male reader x kaminari,, like he goes 😐 at everything unless it’s denki doing something dumb LMAO

I was gonna do a drabble but it turned into a full fic so-

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Kaminari x reader - Cold Stone Short Circuit

⚠️warnings - none, kaminari acting stupid

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Come on-! Not even a smile!?”

Sero exasperatedly huffed out, running a hand through his hair. (Y/n) grunted, more interested in the small rip in his pants than Sero.

“Dude...give up, I don’t think I’ve seen him smile all year.” Kirishima whispered into Sero’s ear. Sero sighed in defeat. He’d been trying to make (Y/n) laugh or smile all morning, to no avail. Not even the stupidest of dad jokes could get him to crack.

“Can I go back to my seat now?” (Y/n) rubbed at his eyes. He was kind of tired. Maybe if he was quick he could take a small nap-

“Wheeey~! Wheeeheheeey~!!” Kaminari stumbled into the classroom, a goofy expression on his face and his hand turned up into thumbs-up signs. He twirled around giddly, before tripping on his feet and faceplanting onto the ground. Sero chuckled, while Kirishima tried stifling his laughter as he helped Kaminari up. He must’ve short-circuited or something.

“Man, I’d probably die before embarrassing myself like that, huh (L/-”

Sero stopped dead in his tracks when he saw (Y/n), the cold and silent (Y/n), covering his mouth, averting his eyes, and to top it all off, the faintest of blushes spread on his face. Sero gawked at the foreign expresssion (Y/n) was making.

He was blushing.

Sero looked from (Y/n), to Kaminari sprawled out on his seat, and back at (Y/n’s) blushing face.

Oh?

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“Kaminari! Yo-dude! Kaminari!” Sero nudged Kaminari awake from his spot on the common room couch. It was after classes now, and Kaminari was taking advantage of that. Kaminari jolted awake.

“Wh?”

“I need you to do something dumb for me.” Kaminari deadpanned. Sero looked at him expectantly.

“Like...dumb what?” Kaminari rubbed at his heavy eyelids.

“I dunno! Something ‘Kaminari-like!’ I wanna see something.” Sero gestured in the air, thrusting his thumbs out and mimicking Kaminari himself.

“What am I gettin’ out of this?!”

“I don’t know! Whatever you want! I just-“ Sero eyed the elevator door as it slid open. Out stepped (Y/n), walking next to mina, with his usual deadpan expression. Sero pulled Kaminari up hurriedly. “Hurry! Go, go! Short-circuit or something!”

“Wh?! Why?! Yo-! Dude! Chill!” Sero was pushing Kaminari towards (Y/n) not-so-discreetly. Kaminari started pushing back.

“Stop resisting-! Just! Do it!”

“Hell no! What am I even supposed to do?! Ack!” Sero and Kaminari were full on wrestling now. They didn’t even realize when they ended up on the floor, grabbing at each others arms and rolling around like pigs in mud.

Sero heard Mina’s usual bubbly laughter, as well as her doubling in on herself while she was laughing so hard, but he couldn’t quite see (Y/n) from his point of view rolling around with Kaminari.

“Hey! What is this? Are you tryna fit Kaminari inside a Pokeball or something? Ahahaha!” Mina gasped between phrases, laughing so hard her stomach hurt. She immediately stopped when she heard quiet, almost inaudible stifled snickers from next to her.

She looked at (Y/n). A bright, bubbly expression hidden by (Y/n’s) hands peeked through, trying his best to muffle the growing snickers erupting from his mouth. Mina stared without shame as (Y/n) had to turn around, almost wiping tears from his eyes with how hard he was keeping in his laughter. It was the ‘happiest’ Mina’s seen him.

Eventually, (Y/n’s) senses came back down, and he straighten up, his usual dead expression back on his face. He turned to Mina. “That was a...funny joke...”

He timpered off into the kitchen as calmly as he could, hoping Mina didn’t notice the big blush on his face as he left. Mina turned to Sero, and they seemed to understand the same thing only by making eye contact.

Kaminari was the only person able to make the ice cold rock that was (Y/n)...laugh.

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(Y/n) flinched when Mina threw herself over (Y/n’s) back, wrapping her arm around his shoulders in the process. (Y/n) gave her his normal deadpan glare, in hopes it would deter her from...whatever it is she was planning, but alas, to no avail.

Mina smiled a mischievous smile. “Heyyyyyy (Y/n)-y (Y/n)~”

“We aren’t on a first name basis.”

“You’re so cruel!” Mina pouted, but quickly shook it off. Her scheming smile returned to her face. “Anyways!”

Mina pulled (Y/n) out of the 1-A classroom, dragging him to a secluded spot in the hallways.

“Ashido-san, class is starting soon-“

“You totally like Kaminari! Right?! You like him so that’s why you only laugh or smile at stuff he does, right?!” Mina’s booming voice defeated the purpose of isolating themselves for a secret conversation. (Y/n) tensed up. He’s pretty sure the whole damn school heard.

Mina noticed the way (Y/n’s) cool demeanor cracked a bit. She smiled even wider, if that was a possibility.

“You toooootally like Kam-!”

Mina almost choked on her spit when (Y/n) abruptly put his hands over her mouth. (Y/n) shushed her violently, with the biggest blush Mina’s ever seen him with. It was like talking to a completely different person.

“S-s-shut up! People will hear you-!” Mina wriggled her face loose from (Y/n’s) hands.

“Holy shit! Are you stuttering?! You never stutter!”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

(Y/n) shook Mina around by the shoulders. The desperate, flushed expression on his face was priceless. The stone cold (L/n) (Y/n) blushing. Over being teased. Because of a boy.

“O-o-o-kaaaa-aa-y-!” Mina gurgled out. Her voice was unstable and shaky with the way (Y/n) violently shook her around. He stopped, and dropped her shoulders from her grasp. It was silent for a while.

“...”

“...”

“...ok but like-you toooootally are crushing on Kaminari, right?!”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. His voice dropped from the high pitched screaming he was doing, back into its normal, monotonous tone.

“If I tell you, will you shut up about this whole thing? This conversation and Kaminari?” Mina vigorously nodded. (Y/n) sighed, and shifted his head to the side.

“....I-I may like Kaminari-san just...just a little bit.”

Mina squealed. “Kyaaaa! I knew it! You two would be sooooooo cute together, I’m just sayin’!”

(Y/n) bit his lip to keep him from blushing too much. Mina excitedly waved her hands around, going on about how cute they would be together.

“But don’t tell anyone I told you...! You’re satisfied just knowing right?! I don’t want to really do anything about it, I’m fine watching him be stupid and stuff.”

Mina eyed him down skeptically, before brushing it off and shrugging.

“Oki-doki!” Mina made a zipping motion on her lips. (Y/n) sighed in relief.

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Remember when Mina swore she wouldn’t tell anyone? Yeah. Yeah that didn’t really last very long.

“Kaminari! Don’t tell anyone I told you! Y-you heard nothing-!” Mina had her arms flailing about in Kaminari’s room, having accidentally spilt everything about (Y/n) and his feelings for him. Kaminari was freaking out in his room.

“M’not gonna tell! Swear! Swear to fuckin’ god I won’t!”

Silence. Heavy breathing could be heard from the room after Mina and Kaminari’s post-freak out.

“...ok but do you like him back though?”

“Of course I do! Why the fuck wouldn’t I?!”

Mina squealed, her voice enough to rival a tea kettle.

“Aaaaah!” Mina buried her face into her hands, before shooting up and pointing a finger at Kaminari sharply. “But don’t tell (Y/n) that I told you if you ask him out! But like-ask him out you know? Just leave me outta this I don’t wanna be blamed-“

“Totally, totally!” Kaminari rubbed his chin. “But I wanna take things slow, y’know? Be all suave and make him swoon for me and shit~”

“Pfft. Like you could ever.”

“Shut up! Just you wait!”

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‘Play it cool, Denki...play it cool...’

Kaminari repeated those words in his head nonstop the whole day. Ever since Mina’s slip up yesterday, he could help but be hyper aware of (Y/n) all day. Every time he walked by, every time he asked for a pen in that distant cold voice, hell, every time he breathed.

‘Play it cool...play it cool...you can do it, Denki..”

It was lunch now. Some how, the gods decided to bless Denki with the opportunity of snagging a seat next to (Y/n). It was the gods offer, totally not Kirishima, Sero, and Mina all shifting so the only empty spot was next to (Y/n). Bakugou, however, couldn’t care less. How did they get someone as quiet as (Y/n) to sit with them in the first place?

Kaminari rigidly plopped down in his seat. Mina facepalmed, as if she were saying ‘You’re being too obvious, chill out dummy!’...or something like that.

Kaminari shakily exhaled, and dug into his food. Food will occupy his mouth. And when his mouth is occupied he can’t say dumb things.

Every things going smoothly. All he has to do is get through hero training without doing anything dumb, then afternoon classes, then maybe try and get a little closer to (Y/n) today. It’s a plan...a very slow acting plan, but it’s a plan...

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Without doing anything dumb, he said. Don’t do anything dumb, Kaminari said.

His head felt all woozy and stuffed with cotton the moment he went just a little too far with the electricity today in hero classes. Hey, it’s not his fault Bakugou came at him with the heat of a thousand suns...

He stumbled his way back into the 1-A classroom, smiling dummy and jutting his thumbs out without a care in the world. Hmm. Maybe he should go eat a hamburger after school or something. Wait, did he plan do something after class? If he did, he sure as hell couldn’t remember.

Kaminari sloppily threw the big classroom door open, letting out a mindless huff and rubbing at his eyes. Damn, that door is fucking huge. He stared up at the door for god knows how long, until he felt someone squeeze past him gently.

“Excuse me, Kaminari-san.”

(Y/n) brushed by his shoulder, drawing out a small “muh?” From him.

Pretty. So pretty. Pretty boy, ahh...he’s so handsome. Kaminari’s monkey brain went into overdrive. (Y/n) is so handsome today. Scratch that, (Y/n) is handsome everyday. Kaminari wanted a kiss. Kiss him all over. Ahhh, he’s so attractive it made his legs all weak.

Without thinking-well, it’s not like he could’ve thought in that moment-Kaminari was waddling his way to (Y/n), before draping his whole body across (Y/n’s) back in a back hug. (Y/n) made a low, choked, surprised noise while Kaminari nuzzled his cheek happily.

“Wheeeeheheey! (Y/nnnnn)~! Chu..!Haah...ahaha....wheeey~!! Chu...chu...!”

Kaminari pressed sloppy kisses to (Y/n’s) flaming red cheeks. Mina, Sero, and Kirishima physically turned their heads away in second hand embarrassment. Kaminari continued throwing himself onto (Y/n).

(Y/n) looked like he was about to explode. His cool, neutral face was inflamed with a heavy blush, sweat was running down his forehead from trying to keep his laugh in, and he was biting his cheek so hard he swore there was going to be a mark there later.

“Hehe...like you! I like (Y/n)! Like-like! Ahaha! Yay~!” Kaminari’s babbles broke down walls and walls and walls of (Y/n’s) defenses. The blush on his face just got impossibly deeper.

Kaminari wrapped his jelly arms around (Y/n’s) waist. (Y/n) raised his arms up instinctively, letting out a small, surprised squeak in return. Hold it in, hold it in, hold it-

“...wanna hear (y/n) laugh-! Warai warai~!”

Kaminari tickled (Y/n’s) waist, burying his face into (Y/n’s) neck and pressing against his body.

(Y/n) sputtered, choking into a big, cry-sounding laugh. Kind of like a motor starting up. He helplessly tried prying Kaminari’s hands off while laughing so hard his stomach hurt, and all everyone could do was watch. Watch as (Y/n) laughed so hard he could probably pee himself.

“P-pleA-! Ahahahaha! S-stop it! Sto-pffft ahahaha-!” (Y/n) cried out, desperately trying to push Kaminari away. His arms felt like jello in his grasp, and his stomach began to hurt from laughing so hard.

Sero gawked at (Y/n’s) newfound expression. He, the cold, emotionless, silent (Y/n)... laughing his ass off purely because Kaminari was tickling him. He felt like fainting. He turned to Mina, who was recording the whole thing on her phone.

“Pfft. Kaminari blackmail.”

“...send that to me later.”

“Deal.” Mina zoomed in on Kaminari’s dumbly concentrated face. He was so concentrated on keeping (Y/n’s) laughter alive he was biting his tongue hanging out of his mouth ever so slightly.

Kaminari would either kill or kill Mina for that recording of (Y/n) smiling and laughing so brightly.

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“Yo! (L/n)!” Kaminari jogged up to (Y/n) joining him as he walked to the dorm building. Kaminari couldn’t remember a damn thing that happened right after he fried himself in hero training. He hoped he didn’t do anything embarrassing.

(Y/n) tensed up, and averted his eyes with a blush. Kaminari tilted his head, but brushed it off quickly.

“S-so um-“ Kaminari took a deep breath. “So I uh...I really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out for ramen later-!“

“I know...”

Kaminari’s heart stopped.

“...Y-you do—?”

“Yeah...yeah you told me.” (Y/n) absentmindedly rubbed at his sides where Kaminari ruthlessly attacked him. Kaminari exploded into a deep blush.

“Wha?! When?! When did I-?!”

A pink phone with video loaded up in it crawled up into Kaminari’s vision. He stopped. A bubblegum pink hand reached and tapped the ‘play’ icon on the middle of the screen.

‘Chu! Chu! (Y/nnnn)-chan’s sho cute~!! I like-like-like (Y/n)-chan so muuuuuch! Wheeey~! His laugh is sho cuuuute-weeeheheyyy~!’

‘Aah-! Ahahaha! K-kam-ahahahaha! S-s-stop it, ple-EASE! Ahahahaha-!’

Kaminari wanted to crawl in a hole and die. (Y/n) simply bit his lip and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Mina retracted her phone once the recording was finished playing. “Nice one, Kaminari. Reeeeaaal smooooooth of ya~”

Mina cackled as she boyantly strode off, waving her phone in the air as if she was dangling the video under Kaminari’s nose. He blinked, his mouth hanging open in pure embarrassment, before turning to (Y/n).

He suddenly bent down in a 90-degree angle, his arms patted down stiffly to his sides as he bowed. “I-I am so fucking sorry! I-I-I was planning to ask you out all smooth and stuff but my dumbass was-“

Kaminari shut up again once he heard the quiet chuckles emitting from (Y/n). He looked up.

(Y/n) was chuckling with the softest smile he’s ever seen, cupping his mouth loosely with the faintest blush on his face. Kaminari could stare at him forever. It was...beautiful. A warm expression from a stone cold prince.

“You’re so funny...it makes me feel all....warm inside.” (Y/n) ran a hair through his hair. Kaminari couldn’t look away from the gentle smile harbored on (Y/n’s) face. “I’ll let you take me out on a date if you make me laugh some more...”

Kaminari pinched himself on the arm to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The burning sensation throbbing from his arm made him wince ever-so-slightly, but the pain was wash out by the overall joy running through Kaminari’s veins.

“S-sure!”

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Hi, could i request some Top!Cedric Diggory x half veela!male reader where they have a casual hook up during a party? And they maybe develop some feelings for each other after the hook up.

A/n: I'm basing this off of the Goblet of fire since Veela's are primarily French derived and I'd see Y/n being from Beauxbatons. Also I felt like it would be the goofy, loving sex instead of hot and passionate.

Also, sorry I've taken so long to post, I've been having some mental health issues and just haven't had the motivation to write, but hopefully I'll be back to writing every day!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/n: House name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: SMUT, all characters are 18+, hooking up, partying, underage drinking, porn with feelings, cussing, goofy/loving sex, rimming

Word count: 2190

Cedric Diggory was the golden boy of Hogwarts, the true champion. A seventh year Hufflepuff who wanted to bring light to the underappreciated house and make his father proud.

Y/n L/n was a H/n from Beauxbatons, a rebel of his family who had never fit into the standards of anyone around him. The part Veela beat to his own drum and just wanted to make the most of life before it was inevitably over.

The two were like the sun and moon, never meant to truly be together, but for one day every once and awhile they would cross paths and it would create something beautiful.

That was what tonight was, it was a celebration of the second task being finished, loud music playing over the loud crowds as masses of sweaty bodies mashed together.

The stench of alcohol tinged the air, causing the Veela’s nose to twist slightly at the sickly smell. He took another sip of his bitter ale, swallowing back the disgust in his throat as his eyes landed on the golden boy.

A smirk played on his lips, making his way through the crowd of teenage bodies, his eyes never leaving Cedric’s form. Soon he was standing in front of the boy, looking up into his green eyes.

“How’re you liking the party?” His French accent wasn’t as thick as other students from Beauxbatons, but still added a beautiful lilt to his voice.

“There’s a lot more people here than I expected.” Cedric called over the loud music, his eyes scanning over the foreign boy’s face. They’d talked on a few different occasions, and Cedric had to admit that he found the other man rather enticing.

“Well, you and Harry did amazing on the second task.” The French boy replied, tipping his head to the side with a flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, I guess I just wasn’t expecting a celebration this big, or loud.” Cedric replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he took another swig of his drink. His nose scrunched up at the taste, causing the other boy to let out a pleasant laugh.

“You Brit’s have disgusting alcohol, no offence. I just prefer wine.” Cedric grinned down at the other man, leaning comfortably against the wall.

“You’re absolutely correct, but it’s a school party, so we have the cheapest shit possible.” Y/n gave him a grin that made his stomach tighten, cheeks flushing a light pink.

The Veela looked up at Cedric from under his eyelashes, hand ghosting down the other boy’s arm.

“Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?” He offered, causing the sandy haired boy to swallow thickly.

“Yeah sure.” He breathed out, taking the other’s hand, leading him out of the Gryffindor dorms. He led him towards the Hufflepuff dorms, rubbing the pear before entering the abandoned common room.

Y/n looked around curiously, his E/c eyes sparkling with curiosity as his finger’s ran over the bookcases and planters sprinkled around the area.

“It’s so peaceful in here.” The boy breathed out, looking at Cedric from over his shoulder. The other boy smiled softly, nodding in agreement.

“It’s my favorite place in the castle honestly.” He replied, walking up behind the other man. Y/n leaned against his chest, causing his arms to go around the smaller male’s waist.

“Why don’t we go up to my dorm?” Cedric murmured, leaning down to brush his lips over the shell of Y/n’s ear, earning a small shiver in response.

“Lead the way, Diggory.” The boy breathed out, shivering from the loss of warmth when Cedric pulled away. The man grabbed Y/n’s hand and lead him up the stairs and to his dorm, which thankfully he had to himself.

Y/n observed the room for a moment, before turning to face the other man. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around Cedric’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss.

The other boy immediately replied, hands grabbing Y/n’s waist to pull him closer. He nibbled on Y/n’s bottom lip as the smaller boy tangled his fingers into his hair, letting out breathy sounds against his lips.

Cedric backed Y/n against the bed, causing the boy to tumble back into it with a small cry of surprise. Cedric let out a laugh, causing giggles to rise in Y/n’s throat as he looked up at the other boy.

“Are you gonna keep me waiting?” He asked between giggles, holding his hands out for the other boy. Cedric shrugged off his jacket, before crawling between the other boy’s legs.

Cedric took the other’s hands, cradling them against his chest for a moment, before leaning down to connect their lips once more.

Y/n let out a low sigh, finger’s curling into Cedric’s palm as they kissed. The honey blonde boy pulled away to press kisses to Y/n’s jaw, sloppily trailing kisses down the side of his neck, teeth and lips marking the skin as if he owned it.

Cedric freed Y/n’s hands so his own could trail up the boy’s sides, fingers slipping under his shirt.

Y/n shivered at the feeling, feeling Cedric’s callous fingers brushing over the smooth planes of his stomach. His stomach muscles fluttered under the delicate touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips as his head fell back against the mattress.

Cedric’s fingers expertly undid the buttons of his shirt, Y/n sitting up so he could shrug off the offensive fabric.

The green-eyed boy had to take a second, drinking in the sight of Y/n in front of him. His fingers trailed up the boy’s stomach, pupils blown with lust.

“Bloody hell.” He breathed out, leaning down to run his lips from Y/n’s neck down to his peck. His tongue dipped out to lick over the sensitive skin, earning a small whine from Y/n.

The H/c haired boy, shifted to lean against the pillows, entranced at the sight of Cedric licking and kissing any inch of skin he could. Soft mewls and whines fell from his lips as the pleasure coursed through his body, finger’s lightly digging into Cedric’s clothed shoulder.

“Shirt, off.” Y/n breathed out, eyes fluttering at Cedric ran his tongue over his nipple, chest arching up into the touch.

The boy smirked against his skin, glancing up at him.

“Demanding, are we?” Cedric questioned; eyebrow raised playfully.

“Take it off, or I rip it off.” Y/n replied with a cheeky smile, bringing his hand down to run through Cedric’s messy curls.

The boy let out a laugh, sitting up to tug his shirt off, tossing it to the side carelessly as he quickly dived back down into his work.

Y/n’s finger’s ran greedily over every inch of skin he could touch, marking out the freckles and moles that spread across Cedric’s body like a solar system.

Y/n lifted his hips up when Cedric’s fingers messed with the waistband of his pants, looking up for consent. Cedric tugged his trousers’ down without a second thought, tossing them to the edge of the bed as he admired the bulge tenting in Y/n’s boxers.

“We can stop whenever you want.” Cedric assured, not wanting to continue without saying it. Y/n lightly cupped the other boy’s jaw, giving him a small smile.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I more than want this.” He replied, thumb brushing over a mole right under his ear.

Cedric turned his head to kiss the other boy’s palm, before he pulled Y/n’s boxer’s off, letting out a sinful moan when his eyes landed on Y/n’s cock.

“And here I was thinking you couldn’t get anymore beautiful.” The boy sighed, lips trailing over Y/n’s hip and pelvis, causing the boy to buck up involuntarily.

The Hufflepuff’s lips ran over the blemished skin of the other’s thighs, sucking greedily at the skin, leaving marks in his wake.

Y/n let out soft moans and whines, finger’s curling into Cedric’s hair, finger’s curling into his curls. The other boy was only encouraged by this, finger’s gently curling into Y/n’s hips to keep him still as he marked his thighs and stomach.

“Can you flip over?” He asked softly, looking up at Y/n curiously. The boy complied in record time, flipping over before Cedric had even let him go.

He let out a gentle laugh, running his hands down the other mans back as he pressed a kiss to his lower spine.

“Mm someone’s excited.” He teased lightly, earning a playful glare Y/n threw over his shoulder. Cedric got back to work, kissing, and sucking on any skin in sight, watching as Y/n clutched the mattress with low whines and shivers.

Finally, his tongue ran over the puckered muscle, causing Y/n to let out a high-pitched keen, practically melting into the mattress, much to Cedric’s arousal and amusement.

His tongue ran over the muscle repeatedly, delving in minutely every few licks, always hyper aware of Y/n’s sounds and body language. Much to Cedric’s relief the boy was more than enjoying himself, quivering and whining beneath him, pathetic pleas leaving his lips.

How could Cedric deny such a beautiful request?

Y/n pressed back when he felt Cedric disappear, turning to look, only to hear a cap opening, and a cold liquid dripping on his hole. He shivered and whined once more, pushing his ass towards the other man.

A sigh of relief left his lips when he felt a finger push into him, easily working his loose muscle open, a second one being added soon after, Y/n’s fingers curled into the mattress, face buried into the pillows to muffle all the embarrassing sounds he was making.

“Fuck, Cedric please!” Y/n cried out, feeling Cedric’s finger’s brush against his prostate, making his body sing with pleasure. He didn’t even process the gentle laugh and kiss pressed to his shoulder until the fingers were gone, making him huff unhappily.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here.” Cedric soothed, rubbing his hand up and down the smaller boy’s back as he lubricated his cock.

He lined the head of his cock up to the muscle, letting out a low groan as Y/n practically sucked him in.

Y/n pressed back against Cedric needily, feeling him inch into his hole teasingly slow.

“Please Ced.” Y/n whined, eyes screwed up, lips parted as breathy moans left his lips. Cedric seemingly couldn’t deny his request as the other thrusted the rest of the way in with one smooth thrust, causing Y/n to cry out loudly, arms giving out under him.

“yes, yes, yes” Y/n rambled stupidly, eyes fluttering as Cedric began to pull out, only to thrust back into the smaller man.

He set a delicious pace, rubbing against his prostate just right, making him feel like he could melt.

Y/n clenched around Cedric as the other boy thrusted in and out of him, relaxing into the mattress as the other boy praised him, pressing kisses to his shoulders and neck.

Y/n let out pathetic moans and whimpers, trying to keep his knees steady as Cedric fucked him in the most perfect way, making his brain and body feel like mush as pleasure ran through him.

“Fuck, Cedric just like that.” Y/n whimpered when the other man hit his prostate just right, his thighs shaking violently, causing Cedric to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him up right.

Cedric continued to thrust and hit that spot just right, making Y/n’s eyes roll back as he cried out Cedric’s name, nails clawing into the mattress as he came.

He clenched around Cedric, enticing the boy to come as well. It didn’t take Cedric much longer to come with a low groan, biting into Y/n’s neck.

The smaller boy mewled as the warmth filled him, bordering on overstimulation as Cedric thrusted through his orgasm. Slowly his thrusts died down, and he gently pulled out, flopping down beside Y/n with a huff, pulling the smaller boy against his chest.

“Merlin’s beard that was amazing.” Y/n breathed out tiredly, eyes fluttering as he rolled onto his side, resting his head on the other boy’s chest.

Cedric brushed his sweat matted H/c hair away from his forehead, leaning down to peck it.

“It was perfect.” He replied gently, fingers running up and down the other man’s side. The two teens were silent for a moment, before Cedric spoke again.

“Do you want to go on a date this weekend?” He questioned almost shyly, looking down at the other boy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Y/n grinned stupidly, leaning up to peck Cedric’s lips softly.

“I’d love to.” He replied, before nuzzling back up to the Hufflepuff. His E/c eyes fluttered shut, allowing sleep to consume him.

Cedric stayed awake a bit longer, just admitting Y/n, a soft smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t wait to win the games and celebrate with Y/n. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep, holding the boy close to his chest, unaware of the approaching war.

Culture

Fandom: ITSV

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Slavic! Spider-person! GN! reader

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: google-translated language (translations are at the end)

Word Count: 888

A/N: re-Posted from my old account. This was originally a request from someone on my old acc.

A grin erupted on their face as the wind blew past their ears. Swinging through the city of Mumbattan was always their favorite thing to do, especially after not being here in a week. Their appearance was sure to stir up some talk amongst the locals, but at this point, they didn’t really care. They had more important places to be.

With a final web shooting from their wrist, they landed on a light fixture, directly in front of their boyfriend’s window. With a slightly upbeat rhythm on the glass, the window opened, revealing the beautiful smile of Pavitr. 

“You’re here early.” He said with a grin, welcoming them into his bedroom.

They pouted jokingly, “Am I not allowed to be early to see my favorite person?” 

“Of course not, mera pyaar.” He laughed. “Only teasing.” He stared at them for a moment before turning back to his desk. “Hold on, just one minute. I have to finish this essay. I was supposed to be done by now.”

They hummed, walking closer and propping their head up with their fist, “What’s it about?”

He groaned, “We were tasked to choose a country from the Middle-East and write about its customs and culture. I chose Poland.”

Their eyes lit up, “And you didn’t ask me for help, what the hell, dude!” They exclaimed, playfully hitting his shoulder.

Pavitr frowned, “What do you mean?”

“My family is from Poland, dingus.” His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as he took in this information. “I can help you, if you want!” They thought for a second before grinning widely, “We can turn it into a game, and we can both learn each other’s culture while doing so!” 

Pavitr thought about it before nodding excitedly, “Yeah! That sounds so much fun.”

Within minutes, paper and pens were scattered on the floor and Pavitr and his partner sat across from one another. The game that had been settled on was, quite lamely, just 20 questions (In all honesty, neither of them could think of another game to incorporate facts about their culture).

The pair were both excited. “Can I go first?” Pavitr asked, holding up a piece of paper where he wrote down a bunch of questions for his partner. They nodded, smiling widely. “Alright. What are the national dishes of the Slavic culture?”

They shook their head slightly, indicating the question was half-right. “Well, Polish foods can include pierogi, which are kind-of like dumplings where dough is wrapped around a savory or sweet filling before being boiled, and zurek, which is a rye soup containing smoked meats, typically sausages.” I grinned, “But, for Slavic culture as a whole, there’s sarma, which is a cabbage roll stuffed with meats like veal or ground pork.” Their eyes lit up again, “Also, there’s zhurek! Zhurek is a kind of soup, I guess? It’s made of oats and dark bread. It sits for three days before its boiled with meat and vegetables. My Mama makes it when it's cold outside!” 

Pavitr nodded, practically clinging to each word they said. “So Slavic isn’t just Poland?”

“O Boże, no. There’s Slovenia, Belarus, Bulgaria, Ukraine, Serbia, Slovakia, Finland, and others!” They chuckled. “Each is considered Slavic, but they also have their own subculture within them.” They leaned forward, supporting their weight by their palms hitting the ground. “Now, my turn!” They paused, thinking of a good question. “Okay, I’m just going to steal your question.”

He pouted, “What, no! Make up your own.”

“Ugh, fine…” A moment later, they thought of it. “What kind of traditional outfits are there?”

His pout left, leaving behind a faint smile. “Oh, well, there’s a lot. There’s Sherwanis, or kurta pajamas, or even Achkan; as well as Sari, Angarkha, and Phiran.” They nodded along, planning to look up what they look like later in the evening. “Okay, do you have any traditional instruments?”

“Well, there’s the lira korbowa, which is more commonly known as the Hurdy-Gurdy nowadays.” They said, thinking about the topics their babcia taught them. While other places may not celebrate their heritage and culture very much, it was very important in their family. “My favorite is the kozioł biały! It’s like a bagpipe.” 

The night went on, questions were asked on both sides. Eventually, it passed the original 20 questions they had settled on. They were both interested in learning about the other’s culture. It was interesting and the eagerness they both had was endearing. Eventually, the sun was dropping below the horizon, and it was about time for Y/N to return to their own dimension.

“It was fun doing this, priya.” Pavitr said as the goodbyes started. “Your culture is so amazing, I didn’t expect this out of today.”

They nodded in agreement, “I think so too! I never expected your culture to be so beautiful.” They smiled dreamily. “I hope we can do this again. It was so… refreshing.” They leaned over and hugged their boyfriend for a moment. “I’ll see you soon, kochanie.”

“I’ll miss you-” He said, in a sing-song voice. They laughed, shoving him away playfully.

“It’ll be like a few days, stop that! If you wanted to come sooner, you could always just come visit me first.” They grinned before slipping their mask on and preparing to jump out the window. “Do widzenia!”

Translations, as provided by both the requester and by Google Translate!

Mera pyaar = my love

kozioł biały = white goat (instrument)

Priya = dear (aff.)

Kochanie = honey (aff.)

Do widzenia = goodbye/bye/any form of bye

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