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hihi!! may i request ren from persona 5 with a shy s/o? thank u sm :D

Ren Amamiya with a Shy S/O

It was a rocky start

You always kept your head down and try to avoid him, due to his criminal record.

Amamyia eventually gets you to talk to him.

The conversations are short and you avoid eye contact

You're like this to everyone, expect your family of course

Eventually, you start to warm up to him. You start to talk about your interests.

If you go somewhere to eat, you usually have a hard time talking loudly. Ren will help you out, so you won't be embarrassed about talking to a stranger.

Since you're both a quiet, you often like to just sit into silence.

When he confessed to you, your brain just stopped functioning. Your eyes were wide and face red like a tomato.

You got out of your dazed and quickly told him that you loved them too.

He holds your hand a lot. He likes to see your little red face.

He sneaks a small peck on your cheek while you are distracted. Again, he likes to see your red face.

If you were brave enough to give him a kiss first, he will smile at you brightly and give you many kisses

If you are in one of each other's room, you cuddle. You mostly cuddle if you two are either bored or sleepy

You got really shock when he came out as the leader of the Phantom Thieves

You told him that you will support him no matter what.

Ren gives you a sweet kiss on the lips.

Hello! I was wondering if I could request some fluffy relationship headcanons of Billy Kid with a shy GN reader please?

YEAHH! I gotcha anon, thanks for the request🫂

(ZZZ) Billy kid x shy GN! Reader

‼️This is going purely off the few character trailers and gameplay clips there are for Billy so I may not get everything right!‼️

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•Billy would love to show off to a shy s/o any chance he gets! He thinks it makes him look cooler to you (he ends up forgetting to reload and jumps into fights without ammo, or misses all his shots because he’s too busy looking at you LMAO)

•LOVES to show you off (much to your dismay) in more of a “Look at my s/o! Aren’t they so pretty/handsome!” Way. Definitely tries to build up your confidence a bit but he won’t force it

•Date nights with him would probably consist mostly of cuddling up on the couch/bed, binging shows (mostly starlight knight) at each others homes or going to eat in a secluded part of the city.

•Billy is DEFINITELY going to struggle picking up on behavioral cues from you, he may not be able to tell straight away when something’s wrong so communication is extremely important for him! You’d have to speak up about any issues you have with him or he’s gonna be clueless until it hits him in the face.

•As for physical affection, he LOVES holding you/having some sort of physical contact with you most of the time. Whether it’s a hug, hand holding, cuddling, as long as he’s close to you he’s content. He’s a bit down about his lack of lips in a relationship which means he can’t really kiss you, but alternatively he’ll (gently) touch the lower part of his faceplate/visor to your skin in his own little form of kissing<3

•If you’re not comfortable with PDA that’s okay!!! He respects that, but every once in a while he’ll lightly brush his hand against yours when no one’s looking

•THE TEASING!! He will tease you a bit for your shyness (playfully ofc) if he ever goes too far with his teasing he’s quick to apologize and bring you your favorite snacks/drink :)

•Most likely introduces you to Nicole and Anby, although he probably doesn’t want you too involved in his line of work he would like it if his two best friends met his s/o, he’d be especially happy if you ended up befriending them!

•If you ask nicely he’ll let you borrow his jacket, only for a little while though 💔

•I feel like nicknames would be a big thing for him too, Both for you and himself! His names for you would be cutie, handsome/beautiful, sweetheart, and baby, whereas for himself he would refer to himself as your “Starlight knight”

•Tries to be a gentleman (fails)

Pulling your chair out for you? Whoops he pulled it too far and you fell on the floor.

Need help carrying something? He fumbles and drops it.

He tries!! Doesn’t always succeed but he definitely tries his best!

•Overall a great partner with a shy s/o, he’s definitely not perfect but he’ll learn! You’ll have to help him out but he gets the hang of how to adapt to your shyness eventually❤️

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RAHH!! Hope that was alright for a first HC post, once again thanks for the request anon! Reminder to everyone my request listing and rules are still open, I’ll try to get to everyone’s requests asap! Hope everyone has a lovely day/night!🫶

THE AVEN + HANAHAKI THING YESSS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG BECAUSE LIKE. I know it's always super angsty when it's the reader that gets hanahaki but rine having it. imagine pushing your s/o away because you don't think you can do a relationship rn just to get hit by the stupid idiot in love disease. damn sucks to be you man

(tbh hanahaki as fun as the angst is I love aventurine so much and usually just alter hanahaki to be like less deadly because a) I DONT WANT TO BE SAD and b) the whole guilt of "I developed hanahaki because of you now love me or I WILL die" feels strange to me)(but also yum angst and the consequences of pushing someone away) ((sorry I talk a lot teehee okay bye))

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. .

. . too bad he wasn't your darling anymore.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au 

a/n: finally wrote the aventurine exes hanahaki au lol ,, had no idea how to finish this but i might make a part 2 !! :3

ever since you had started dating aventurine, you felt like you were a burden to him in some way. but you were never sure if you were actually a burden to him, or if that was your mind playing tricks on you.

but last week had just solidified your beliefs.

you both had fought over something petty--you couldn't be bothered to remember what it was--and harsh words had been thrown around in the process.

words that cut deep into you, practically making you bleed out.

and after that?

aventurine had ignored you for the rest of the entire week. he hadn't even glanced in your direction. it was fine if he needed some space to think, but he didn't even tell you, he just started fucking ignoring you.

your efforts to talk to him had just been met by blank uninterested violet eyes.

everything that happened in the last week had all led up to yesterday.

you stood in front of his door, swallowing your nerves. why were you so nervous?

after everything that happened, everything you felt, everything he said, you didn't think you could handle a relationship at that point.

so, when aventurine answered the door, his blonde hair unruly and lavender eyes tired, you took a deep breath and finally said the words you had been so scared of saying.

"i want to break up."

--

now, you were rethinking your decision.

on one hand, it felt like a large weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

on the other hand, breaking up with him had left you in your current predicament: crouched on the cold tiled floor of your apartment, hurling up bright yellow marigolds. you coughed them up, unwillingly watching as they hit your newly polished floor. they hit the ground ungracefully, clumped together with a disgusting mixture of mucus and blood. you gagged on the flowers as the sickly sweet smell of the marigolds hit you, making you feel lightheaded and sick to your stomach.

you didn't think you would get the disease again after aventurine asked you out.

you had it once, albeit briefly. it was before you had even talked to aventurine, too scared to do so. maybe it had been your shyness, or maybe you were just scared of rejection. you weren't too sure which, but it had caused you to cough out a few lemon yellow petals.

but, as quickly as the disease had started, it had ended. aventurine talked to you and started getting close to you, and your hanahaki had eventually diminished into nothing. after that, you thought it would never start again.

but you guessed you were wrong, since the disease decided to plague you.

marigold petals--slick with mucus--fell out your mouth as you coughed your lungs out. they fell almost gracefully onto the small flower pile.

you took fast and shaky breaths, collapsing. you were too exhausted to move, the hanahaki sucking all the life out of you.

--

it had been a week now, and the disease had just gotten worse. at this rate, it would only take a month or two until you suffocated on the fucking marigolds.

you could talk to aventurine, but he would probably just ignore you again.

you could get the surgery, but you would rather die than forget aventurine. you still loved him.

at this point, you couldn't do anything but hope that the disease would just somehow go away.

--

aventurine was growing increasingly worried as the days passed.

he hadn't seen you at all after you had broken up. sure, that was normal, but his gut told him something was wrong.

horrible thoughts of what could've happened to you plagued his mind, and he couldn't take it anymore.

he grabbed his keys, his coat, and headed towards your apartment.

maybe it was an invasion of privacy, but even your friends felt as if something were terribly wrong. he'd just check on you once, and never speak to you again. you'd be okay with that, right?

--

aventurine had knocked about a dozen times by now, but had received no answer.

he swallowed. he still had a spare key to your apartment, but what if you didn't want him to come in? what if you were just busy? what if he was breaching your privacy?

he took a shaky inhale.

fuck it.

--

he stepped inside your apartment, and was hit by the extremely potent smell of marigolds.

he glanced around, and froze at what he saw.

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐝. .

. . now he's truly all alone in this world.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au 

a/n: part two to dear. my darling !!

sorry it took so long, i have finals soon so ive been busy studying

aventurine stood at the doorway in utter shock.

you lied on the wooden tiled flooring of your apartment, blood smeared across your lips.

your apartment reeked of rotten flowers and, when he looked down, marigolds were splayed everywhere. single flowers, a few petals, clumps of them--they were all covered in splotches of dried burgundy blood.

aventurine snapped back to his senses. you were laying there, completely still, and he was just standing?

he took a sharp inhale and rushed forward. kneeling down by your side, he immediately placed a hand on your neck to feel your pulse. maybe he was just overreacting, right? he always seemed to do that when it came to you. maybe you were laying there completely unresponsive, but you couldn't be dead or anything! maybe you just fell asleep or fainted or-

he felt no pulse.

your skin was frigid, cold to the very touch. your lips and fingertips were blue, body and face bruised. splotches of black and blue covered you, and your glassy eyes looked forward, never blinking.

aventurine felt his heart drop.

you were dead.

he sobbed and sobbed for hours next to your body, hugging it tight. why was he so fucking stupid? if he had just talked to you or paid more attention or hadn't agreed to break up and had said he wanted to talk things through first maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be lying here dead, surrounded by the pungent scent of rotting marigolds.

aventurine broke out into a coughing fit. gently lowering your body to the ground, he brought one hand up to cover his mouth.

his coughing ceased.

he lowered his hand.

in the middle of his palm laid one bright yellow petal.

I am totally weak to the shy! Reader x Steve Harrington and the idea that Steve loves her just the way she is but still wants to help her open up to the world because he wants her to be able to socialize with more people and have more friends to confide in (and because he secretly wants the world to see how incredibly funny, kind and cute his partner is).

I need reader who's shy/easily embarrassed, and Sukuna who just pops up whenever to say the most unhinged out of pocket shit on the side of Yuji's face just to see her go bright red.

Sukuna who takes the opportunity to lick her face when Yuji tries to reach out and move some hair from her face. The gasp she let's out is choked, and Sukuna grins as Yuji is quick to pull away with a sound of disgust.

"That's not all I can do with my tongue. I'll show you one of these days, when the brat let's me out to play." It's a threat and a promise. Sukuna can't wait to take the drivers seat and devour her.

Sukuna who taunts the both of them for his own amusement, keeping her walking on eggshells whenever she's around Yuji

Who pops an eye open to watch as she bends over to pick something up, taking a moment to admire her ass before he opens his mouth. And when he finally does, "I cant see the swell of your cunt, bend some more for me." Yuji's quick to slap a hand over his cheek and ignore the sting, only for Sukuna to make his way to the back of his hand and cackle

Sukuna who isn't paying attention to what the brats are doing until he hears her moaning. Cracking an eye opened to see she's putting food in her mouth, eyes closed and a faint smile pulling at her lips.

"Do you always moan like that when you put things in your mouth? Or are you just showing off for me." She nearly chokes on the food, eyes going wide and cheeks burning red as she looks at him.

Sukuna who refuses to acknowledge the fact he enjoys her reactions for anything more than his own entertainment.

But who does start to notice the subtle change in Yuji's behavior towards her

Who makes it his new goal in life -to keep himself entertained of course, no other reason- to make the both of them so uncomfortable in each other's presence.

Because if he can't physically toy with his new (not favorite) human, he'll gladly do it from the passengers seat of his vessel and make everyone involved miserable.

@saiki-enthusiast here's the tag!! I hope you enjoy 😊 I have a fic that's like a follow up to this that I'm still working on, it's a little dark/ noncon though, if anyone was interested!

Can I request Yin and Jin crushing super hard on Shy!Younger sister of Mk, they're both trying constantly to get her attention and win her over, and the gang is not happy about it (especially Mk)

Assistant Demon: What are doing, you oafs?

Yin and Jin: She's pretty~

Assistant Demon: And you're ugly now get back to work

Lol thank you for this, also it turned out way longer than I thought it would

Yin & Jin x MK's Shy Younger Sister Reader Headcanons!

stupid lovesick fools --is how the assistant demon describes these two when she first finds out about their crushes on you. she is the backbone of their group and she does not understand why they can't JUST FOCUS ON TRYING TO WREAK SOME CHAOS

I imagine they came across you on accident. you were just there with Mei and MK, probably getting some food and TRYING to have a chill day with your bro, but then they came along like "HAHA FIGHT US MONKIE KID--oh hello who's this??" and they instantly tried to poke their noses into your business.

obviously MK whooped their asses for even going near you(he is very protective of you dammit)

Mei is also upset(bc if MK gets upset so does she) and she will whoop their asses too

The assistant demon shows up to collect the boys and instead of the two of them being upset they lost as usual they're instead........rambling and gushing about this cute girl they saw??? she doesn't understand.

Yin and Jin become a real thorn in MK's side for the next few WEEKS because they've learned where he is, you aren't far behind

you're freaking out bc why are these demons so interested in you?? but they're like being super obvious about their crushes--they ABSOLUTELY sat outside your house with a boombox and some flowers and "whatever else human girls are into these days"

Pigsy and MK scared them off because it was 3 in the morning

eventually the two of them caught you alone, and very quickly tried to explain why they were there--trying to make it brief just in case MK might be lurking somewhere

they're very sweet about it, they politely ask you out, and you do your best to explain to MK and Pigsy and Tang that you've simply caught the boys' fancy and you're gonna go on a date with them to give them a chance!!

everything goes smoothly(about as smoothly as it can with those two), but expect to see three poorly-disguised men following along at a distance. it's just MK, Mei, and Pigsy in trenchcoats, sunglasses, hats, and fake moustaches--don't be alarmed

.....yeah, it's gonna be a little awkward having Yin and Jin over for dinner

Pls can we have headcanons for Wesker taking the virginity of his shy s/o?

Wesker x shy!reader

Goes easier on you but still rough

Will pleasure you with his mouth first then slowly fuck you

Will slowly pick up his pace if you want

When you shy away and cover yourself he will grab your hands and pin them above you, whisper in your ear to not hide yourself from him

He will memorize every inch of your body

Makes sure to note every spot on your body that drives you crazy

Worship's your body til you stop being shy

Whispers dirty things in your ears to see you blush

Loves teasing you and seeing you squirm underneath him

Loves spanking and grabbing your ass

I LOVEEE WIFEY READER i wanna be rafes perfect little housewifey..

girl me!!! me asf!!!!!!!!! this is the most shy reader concept i think she is very content to be a housewife and have lots of kids running around and she kind of drifts off and fantasizes about it a lot..

you often drift away into your own thoughts, something rafe has gotten used to by now. he doesn't need to snap you out of it—infact, he doesn't like to, since he thinks it's better to leave you in your thoughts than worrying about something once he brings you back to the real world.

so watching you now, perched on the chair by his window, your book abandoned on your lap and staring out the window, he doesn't know why he does it.

"kid. kid." you still don't hear him so he gets up, leaving his laptop and papers behind on the desk and getting closer to where you are. the sun coming in through the window feels warm, yet you look perfectly comfortable, perfectly content. rafe puts a hand on your knee and the other on the windowsill, boxing you in.

"what're you thinkin' about, huh?" rafe asks, and you look up at him right away. your breathing picks up when you see how close he is, feeling a little silly for not realizing this entire time.

you stay like that—staring up at him, the vision of the scene you were just daydreaming flooding back. your pretty boyfriend as your pretty husband, a house like tannyhill of your own, all the time with rafe that you could possibly imagine.

"n-nothing," you finally reply, remembering rafe had asked a question.

"nothin'? yeah?" you nod in agreement, not entirely sure what you're agreeing to. your head feels a little fuzzy still, but it doesn't take rafe long. he looks back out the window, in the direction you had been looking. there's a clear view of the neighbor's yard, little kids running around while mom and dad chase them.

rafe's not stupid, but when it comes to matters concerning you, he's something of a genius. two and two come together quickly, the flushed way you look up at him and whatever dream you were picturing coming into his own mind too.

"cute kids, huh?"

you nod again, heartbeat picking up though you're not sure why. yet. rafe leans in, his arms still surrounding you like a trap. everything feels more intense when he's like this.

"i bet ours would be cuter, right?" your lips part in surprise by themselves—staring back and blinking quickly. you nod. "like that, wouldn't you?"

rafe's hand finally leaves the window and joins his other one on your legs, stroking up and down. you turn to look down but can't help looking into his eyes again immediately after.

"i asked you a question."

"yes. yes, um, i-"

"knew you would. a whole bunch of kids and nothin' else to worry about, right?"

you look up, your own eyes melting while you stare at his, wondering when you had stopped telling rafe things, realizing he understood you even without words.

"except you. you and the kids." you don't even realize the words slipped out—still feeling like too much. your cheeks burn, thinking you just said something you shouldn't have.

"good girl. c'mon, on the bed. gotta start with one, right?"

Little Black Dress | one-shot

・❥・Pairing: 70s!e x reader

・❥・Genre: a pinch of angst, fluff, mature themes, 70s!Elvis, shy reader, insecure reader, jealous Elvis.

・❥・Ratings & Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MDNI.

・❥・WC: 5803 words

・❥・Summary: After being a devoted Elvis Presley fan for more than a decade, you and your best friend manage to miraculously score tickets for his Las Vegas show. You wear a classic little black dress, as your best friend decides it's the perfect opportunity to wear it for the first time. Unbeknownst to you, what you believed to be a 'plain' outfit choice seemed to have caught the eye of the King of Rock 'n Roll himself.

・❥ A/N: Hi my beautiful followers! I apologise for not posting for a while, life happens and well, you'll soon find out that I am quite the perfectionist when it comes to writing. This is unlike any other I have written before, my first attempt in writing NSFW content. Please be gentle with me, aha. Anyways, I hope you all like it! 💋

@literally-just-elvis-fics

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“I think it’s too short,” You said, attempting to pull the dress down lower. 

“Girl, you look hot, don’t overthink it.” Your best friend, Annie, confidently replied in contrast to your self-doubt about your attire. 

Exactly a week ago, you managed to score some tickets to see Elvis Presley at the Las Vegas Hilton hotel. Even if the infamous singer has been playing numerous back-to-back shows at the infamous venue, the tickets remained challenging as ever to get a hold of. It seemed that even after the decade-long absence from the stage, his name never failed to lose its popularity and relevance. As a result, crowds upon crowds of people were lined up just outside the ballroom excitedly waiting to be let in. And for once, you and your best friend were one of them. 

You became an Elvis fan since you were a freshly-turned teenager, his charm and unique way of performing immediately captured your curosity.  Despite, of course, against your parents’ wishes. Like all the other parents in the country, they were determined in calling Elvis Presley “a rebellious boy” and how his scandalous movements are wrecking the minds of the youth. You laughed at that and simply ignored the “warning.” You were still fairly young back then, only really discovering him after he finished his military service. And so, ever since the start of teenagehood - you became a fan. 

Because here you are, all these years later and still an avid fan of him. Through the persuasive ways of your best friend, she has managed to convince you to finally wear the little black dress at the very back of your closet. You purchased it a while ago, with no specific intention on wearing it anywhere, as you didn’t perceive yourself as a wildly confident dresser. But as your best friend said, it seemed to be the perfect outfit to wear for your first Elvis Presley concenrt. 

And so, here you were. A tight little black dress that reached just a little above your mid thigh, paired with black boots and your hair in a half-updo. You thought it was basic and simple enough, but fitting enough for the event. But now, as you stood in the lobby - you began having second thoughts that the dress might be too short for the occasion. 

“Annie, does my underwear show through this?” You said, turning around, “I don’t want to be flashing anyone.” You worriedly say, knowing that the material of the dress is quite thin. 

Annie laughed, “You are absolutely fine, Y/N. “

You sighed in relief, “Ok, just double checking. “

“Besides, if you were to flash anyone, it’d be Elvis so-”

You gasped and hit her arm, “Annie! Oh my god, No!”

You shake your head horrified, face fully red in embarrassment at just the thought of such an incident. 

Annie simply smirked, “Why? It wouldn’t be so bad.”

You smile shyly, “Let’s just go before they close the doors.” You switch the subject immediately, keen to draw away from Annie teasing you. 

-

Excited chatter filled the ballroom, with not one single empty seat. You and your best friend were luckily seated only a few rows from the very front of the stage, but of course, found yourself rising from your seats and being as close to the front as possible. As close as possible to him. 

The moment you saw him appear on stage, it was surreal. He was one of the most photographed celebrities, but those photographs did not do him justice. It was true what others have said, how Elvis Presley’s looks were almost to the level of a greek god. A sharp jawline, beautiful tanned skin, high cheekbones, plump lips, and the most striking blue eyes that seem to pierce right through whoever he’s looking at. His black hair was messy, but fit him perfectly, falling over his eyes a little - with that boyish smile gleaming at everyone. It was such a stark contrast from the all clean-cut Ken doll throughout his Hollywood years. Even more so, his jumpsuit hugged his lean and tall figure, with the few buttons undone to reveal his chest. 

You were entranced. You spent your days endlessly playing his records in your bedroom at your parents house, and now more recently in your own apartment. But hearing him sing, right at this moment, in front of you - his talent never wavered. It astounds and shocks you at the same time, the familiarity of it and the newness of seeing him perform right in front of your eyes. He seemed to be more confident in his performing persona, knows how to command a stage and gone was the shy smile of his when he first started out. All throughout the concert, he would every now and again drop jokes and would constantly check if the audience is enjoying the show. 

It is almost the end now, and sweat trickles down his face and it doesn’t surprise you. The way that Elvis performs, it’s not a case of simply singing. No. It’s the vocals, along with his dances and karate movements mixed along that capture the eager-eyed audience. His immense energy surprises you, and you aren’t ashamed to admit that you are one of the girls in the audience screaming constantly in excitement. 

But then came the moment you’ve heard through hushed whispers, and that is how Elvis would kiss his fans at his concerts. You thought it was simply a rumour that spread like wildfire, as celebrity rumours do - but now you can definitely confirm it to be true. And that is because you are now on the receiving end of such a public display of affection. You barely registered the very brief encounter, but it happened. Elvis cupped your cheeks with his hands, and planted a brief soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away, but made sure to fixate his gaze on you with that smirk of his quirk in the corner of his lips. He was quick to be pulled into another kiss by another female audience member, but you were frozen. You touched your lips with your fingertips, the sensation still lingering as waves of bliss course through you. 

Of course, you were not naive to the fact that you are merely one of the many women that he would kiss that night. Afterall, the evidence was right in front of you - how Elvis walked away from the stage and made his way around, interacting with as many fans as possibe. This went on for a good while, before he returned to the stage and resumed performing a few more songs. 

After the final song, Elvis bids goodbye to the audience and gratefully thanks them before the curtains draw the show to a close. Your cheeks seem to be hurting, probably from all the smiling you’ve been doing so naturally. But you are back to reality now, the concert you’ve waited for what seems like your whole life - is now over. It felt like it was over in a blink of an eye, and you never fully understood that phrase when people say it - but you do now. Hours worth of performances were done in a single second it felt. 

But despite the shrinking feeling of dismay within you, the euphoric sensation coupled with pure adrenaline coursed fiercely through your veins. You linked arms with Annie, who herself shared the same expression - absolutely elated and sad it’s over. Everyone slowly dispersed the venue, excited chatters of memorable moments from the show filled the conversations. 

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Your best friend says, as she sighs while you are in the line of people exiting the venue. 

You shake your head, “Neither can I.”

“Well, now we can cross off two things from our bucket list.” Annie muses, as she smirks. 

“Finally going to an Elvis concert?” You ask, unsure of what the second one could be. 

“That and also kissing him.” Annie says, pure delight in her voice. 

You bite your bottom lip, unable to control a smile. 

“Gosh, did you see how that lady leaped over the tables just to get to him?” Annie asks, lowering her voice a little, “She’s my idol.”

You chuckle, “She definitely was determined.” 

“I’m surprised that his clothes didn’t rip to shreds, like back in the 50s?” Annie says, as you quickly recall the news articles of ‘rebellious Elvis’ performing and would often end with his clothes, quite literally - destroyed. There was a photograph of him walking backstage with no shirt on, and his pants that might as well be shorts. 

You shake your head, “Gosh, yeah. That was - people are strong, I’m telling you.” You chuckle. 

Annie nods and says, “I don’t know about you, but I am starving. Where do you want to go?”

You both were in the lobby of the hotel now, much of the crowd of people have exited the hotel and are most likely finding transportation to go home. 

Before you could even respond to the question, you hear a rush of footsteps that seem to be getting near you. 

“Excuse me!”

You both turn around and see a man who seems a little out of breath, “Hi, ladies. “ He offers a kind smile, and you instantly recognise him as part of Elvis Presley’s entourage. One of the men in his ‘Memphis Mafia.’ 

“I know you.” Annie furrows her eyebrows, seemingly taking longer to recognize the man. 

“Hi, I’m Jerry. I work for Elvis, and well he has invited you both  to his suite for dinner.” He says, as if it’s the most casual thing to say in the world. 

You freeze and exchange a look of shock with your best friend. 

“I-I’m sorry?” You stutter, not fully believing the words. 

“Us? He’s inviting us? To meet him?” Annie questions, tone in equal disbelief as you. 

Jerry nods, seemingly unfazed by your reactions. 

“Yes, that’s right.” He nods in certainty. 

You look at Annie again. 

“We’d love to!” Annie responds grinning excitedly, interrupting your thoughts from running into overthinking. 

As Jerry leads the way, Annie whispers to you, “Don’t overthink it, Y/N. This is once in a lifetime.”

On the way there, Jerry makes small talk with both of you. Just the usual case of introducing yourselves, how long you’ve been a fan and all that. All the while, trying to calm the fast thumping of your heart at the reality that not only will you be face to face with Elvis - but you’ll be talking to him. And also thinking about the wild thought that he has asked to meet you. 

There was not even one single point during the concert in which you’d thought he’d be fixated on you like that. 

-

You have been in his suite for an hour now, and overwhelmed is an understatement. The suite was filled with many other people; beautiful girls that could easily pass as models (perhaps they are), actors and actresses, and of course the Memphis Mafia. It still felt like an intimate affair though, with only around fifteen people in the room. You were sitting on the velvet couch, as you took gradual sips of your drink. Evidently, you were subtly people watching. Annie seemed to be caught up in a conversation with Jerry, as they both lingered near the pool table. Her laugh seemed endless, and you know from the look in her eyes and the gestures that she was definitely flirting with Jerry. 

You’ve met Elvis earlier, it was very briefly since he wanted to say hello to everyone. But in that split-second interaction, you cannot help but blush and stammer your name out as you introduce yourself. You were thankful that he was wrapped up in a conversation with someone else, as it decreased the chances of you absolutely making a fool of yourself in front of your celebrity crush. Right now, he seems to be in conversation with a comedian and his laugh echoes. You cannot help but smile at the sound. 

Annie seems to be nowhere in sight, but so does Jerry and you can only make assumptions of what that may mean. You sighed and stood up, refilling your glass of wine as you leaned against the corner of the wall - people watching. You don’t go unnoticed though, as a member of the Memphis Mafia approaches you - Red West. 

“Hi.” 

Your eyes refocus on the new face in front of you, he flashes a grin at you as he leaned the side of his body on the wall. 

You clear your throat, “Hi.”

“I’m Red.” He says, sticking his hand out. 

You shake it and kindly smile, “Nice to meet you, Red. I’m Y/N.” 

He repeats your name, an amused grin on his lips. 

“So, Y/N. . . avoiding humans then?” He jokes, as you are removed from all the conversations going on. Here you were, standing alone.

You chuckle, “Not exactly. I was part of the human chatter earlier.” 

Red nods with his arms crossed, “And now you’ve realised that humans are a pain in the ass.” 

You laugh, “I was going to say I just like people watching, but that too.” 

Red’s eyes flicker to your lips and you hardly notice it, completely oblivious that he is physically attracted to you. You yourself have never been experienced in the art of flirting nor romance, therefore you just deemed it to be a normal conversation. 

“Sounds like stalker territory, but okay.” Red says, dramatically putting his hands up.

You rolled your eyes but laughed, “You’ve never heard of that term before?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.” 

“It just means someone who is an observer of life. You know, how Shakespeare says that thing about how movies are ideas from what humans are like in real life. People get ideas from people, by people watching.” You explain. 

Red steps a little closer to you, and this you notice. But you don’t react because the conversation has been harmless so far. 

“Like Romeo and Juliet then, that’s Shakespeare right?” Red says.

That’s not exactly what you were saying, and you are pretty sure he just ignored the rest of what you were trying to say. But you are also aware of how some men just don’t use whatever brain cell they have. So, you are not surprised at his question. 

You smiled tightly, “Yeah.”

“You are very smart, you know. Very pretty just like Juliet.” Red says, a glint in his eye as he smirks. 

You laugh unsure of what to say, “Thanks, I guess.”

And still, you are oblivious as ever with his flirtatious tone. 

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of azure eyes gaze intently at you from across the room. Elvis has been socialising with everyone for an hour or so now, but in the corner of his eye he is still paying attention to you. Ever since his eyes met your face at the show earlier, he couldn’t help but immediately want to see you again. He has seen and been with many beautiful women in his life, the advantages of being who he is - the way women just flock to him without him even lifting a finger. But your beauty was not overdone, and your whole look was minimal. It was obvious that you were not dressed to impress, as they may say. You dressed as one would to attend a concert, but not with the intention of ever drawing his attention. Well, you did. But you had no idea. 

Of course, Elvis would invite a bunch of people to his suite for dinner after his shows. Aside from celebrity figures, Elvis would also invite people from the audience. Most of the fans invited immediately said yes, as you and Annie did as well. The hopeful women that clearly wanted and competed for Elvis’ undivided attention surrounded him, but his head snapped to you. You who was leaning so close to Red West, as you laughed in your fixated conversation with him. You both looked so in your own bubble, apart from everyone else. Apart from him. The women around him keep on talking, but Elvis is no longer listening. 

Elvis has thrown warnings to the MM before about his fans, if any of them were to try anything with any of the fans - he wouldn’t take it lightly. Of course, some fans that he would invite to his suite - Elvis had no intention of being intimate with. And so, Elvis wouldn't bat an eye if any of the MM were to flirt with them. 

But he clearly expressed his interest in you to the MM, and so rage fuelled his body at the sight of Red going against his words. Even worse, it looked like you were enjoying Red’s company with your cute laugh and  endless smile. 

Elvis has had enough. He excuses himself from the women around him and stands up, much to their dismay. But they quickly talk amongst themselves. Elvis strides over to you and Red, he takes his sunglasses off and folds it confidently - holding it in his hands. 

“Red.” One word and Red freezes. He turns around and there is Elvis with his jaw tightened and a tight smile on his lips. 

“Boss.”

“Heard you both laughing all the way there, wondered what the joke is.” Elvis says, though the intensity in his eyes mentally burning holds into Red’s head. 

You, of course, were frozen that Elvis decided to show up all of the sudden. Still not used to his effortless charm and handsome smile of his. 

“Um, i-it was n-nothing. “ You stutter, mentally hitting yourself at the sudden timidity of your voice. 

Elvis eyes are on you but he quickly looks back at Red, who seemed to have gotten more nervous than ever. He is scratching the back of his neck and is no longer leaning against the wall, but straightening his posture. 

“Honey, I doubt it. What do ya say, Red?” He says. 

Red immediately gets the hint and realises that he has fucked up. Here he was blatantly flirting with you, right in Elvis’ line of sight. 

“I’m saying. . .  I uh, Charlie needs my help on something. I better go.” He says, quickly excusing himself and briefly looking back at you. You frown, confused as his sudden change of mood. 

Elvis sighs and pats him on the back, “Good idea, man.”

“Bye, it was nice to meet you!” You call out and he shoots you a small smile before vanishing somewhere else. 

“You enjoying yourself, honey?” Elvis asks, the southern drawl so apparent in his tone. He casually takes the spot that Red was standing in, but Elvis is closer and he is leaning against the wall. 

You attempt to make eye contact with him, but his gaze is intense. Even more so without his sunglasses on. 

“Yeah, it’s nice. Thanks for , um, inviting me.” You say, twirling the empty glass of wine in your hands nervously. 

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” He asks.

“You remember my name.” You say before you can stop yourself. 

Elvis chuckles amusedly, “Why wouldn’t I? Miss Little Black Dress.”  He says, shamelessly trailing his gaze from your long legs up to the gaze in your eyes. 

You feel your cheeks heat up, “Not the most creative choice, I know.” You smile at him, trying to make yourself relax and appear more confident. 

Elvis shakes his head at your comment, “You look good, honey. Don’t count yourself out.” 

Although he has probably complimented many women, his words still make you naturally blush. You can’t help but look away and nervously say, “Thanks.”

The one chance that Elvis Presley is having a conversation to you and to you alone, and you are looking away? You mentally hit yourself and try to push out the shyness that seems to have taken over you since the start of this conversation. With Red, it was easy conversation, you weren’t rethinking each word that left your mouth. But he wasn’t Elvis. He wasn’t the celebrity crush that you’ve endlessly devoted yourself over for the past eleven years. Elvis found you adorably amusing, clearly hyper aware of the effect he has on you. 

You muster some courage of confidence and attempt to meet his eyes again, as you clear your throat. 

“Sorry, you were saying?” You ask. 

“Hmm?”

“Uh. . you said about being honest with me about something?” You explain, redirecting the topic of conversation. 

He snaps his fingers and chuckles, “Ah! Right. I, well, would you like to get out of here?” He asks, his hand lightly brushing your hand but not quite intertwining your fingers. 

You freeze, not being able to maintain the shock with your eyes. Although you were practically oblivious when a guy was flirting with you, the naivety did not extend to words such as the ones that Elvis just let go. You knew what he was implying, and you were quite certain that he was hinting to sleeping with you. But this is when you drew the line. Sure, it was nice to talk to your idol, but crossing over to that territory? You don’t think you are sure of yourself. Besides, you haven’t even crossed territory like that with any guy. 

“I-”

He interrupts you, as if reading your mind. 

“I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I promise. I just figured it’s easier to get to know each other without all this noise.” He explains, voice soft. 

Your best friend’s voice echoes in your mind at that very moment. 

‘Live a little, Y/N. When an opportunity presents itself, just jump. As long as it’s not harmful. Besides, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ 

You hesitate, unable to form words. 

Before you could even register what is happening, you find yourself smiling at Elvis and agreeing to his offer, “Okay.”

-

It has been a while now since Elvis whisked you away from all the ‘noise’ as he described it. You were sure that your heart was beating loud enough for anyone to hear, as he placed his arm lightly around your waist. You were now in his room, and it was as luxurious as you’d expect it to be - the interior exactly what you imagined his taste would be. You were unsure at first on what to do, as you stood there. But luckily, Elvis was careful and noticed your nervous energy - he offered you to take a seat at the very edge of his bed. 

“How old are you, darlin?” He questions, as he faces you fully. 

“Twenty-four.” You say, and your mind immediately runs wild at what he must think of you now. 

Here you were, at the adult age of twenty-four and yet your life experiences seemed to not suit that description of such an age. You struggled to even hold a conversation with Elvis without stuttering or looking overly timid. In this stage of a woman's life, aren’t they supposed to be confident in their desires and advances? Romantic and sexual experiences should be vast by now, right? That’s what you believed, and yet - here you were. An anomaly within that belief. Your shy nature upon initial conversation with him, made Elvis conclude that you were a precious jewel out of the many. But your naivety to such things made you embarrassed, as someone with overflowing sex appeal had his undivided attention on you. 

Oh shit. He’ll probably ask something and that’s that. He’ll find out how embarrassingly inexperienced I am, and I’ll have to make a run from it. That is humiliating. 

You thought to yourself. Although you cannot be one-hundred percent sure that the conversation would lead to that, you know in yourself there is a pretty solid chance that it will. After all, the environment you are in just screams it. Here you were, literally sitting on his bed, the door is closed and it ‘s just the two of you. Besides, you’ve heard the rumours - about his sexual appetite. Afterall, he was this rock ‘n roll singer who practically had women fawning all over him. Logically speaking, he had to do something with that adrenaline after walking off stage - right?

You were getting ahead of yourself again, your thoughts running rampant and Elvis clearly noticed this. He delicately placed his finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, concern swimming in his blue eyes. 

You shake your head, “N-Nothing. I, um. . .”

“I meant what I said,  I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” He says, placing his hand over yours as he squeezes it reassuringly. 

You sighed and nodded, trying to calm your nerves down. 

“Do you read?” Elvis asks suddenly. 

“I used to a lot, but not anymore.” You reply, managing to form a normal sentence without stuttering. You tilt your head in confusion as Elvis gets up, but shortly returns back to his spot next to you with a book in his hands.

“Why did you stop?” He asked, his genuine curiosity took you aback a little. 

You shrugged, “Life became busy and I don’t know, I eventually lost interest I guess.” 

You look at the title of the book that he’s holding, “The Impersonal Life by Joseph Benner.” 

Upon reading the title of the unknown book, Elvis delves into revealing that he is an avid reader and brings a suitcase full of books whenever he’s on the road. Surprise would be an understatement, you admitted to him that you never expected him to be a reader. As the conversation grows, you find yourself relaxing and all the nervous energy vanishes from you. You thought that when Elvis said that he wanted to get to know you, it was simply just a phrase. But he truly did evidently show that he was interested in what you had to say, you felt flattered. You would answer his questions, but then he would ask another one based on the answer you just gave him. And you knew that he was listening to you, as he stared intently and would nod encouragingly at you to continue. 

Initially stepping into the room, there was no clock in sight. You wished that you had your watch on, it would’ve helped to know what time it was. It felt like you’ve been talking to each other for a while now, you presume it has been hours. And yet, Elvis was true to his word - he hasn’t done anything that you didn’t like. 

You were in the middle of explaining to him the meaning behind your name, but you stopped mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry, I’m just rambling. Am I boring you?” You smile at him apologetically. 

Elvis grins amusedly at you and shook his head, “The opposite, honey.” 

He nods at your black boots, “Interesting choice.”

You chuckled, “Yeah, well, wearing heels makes my feet hurt. I mean, I have worn heels before because on some occasions, you just have to. But my black boots are my go-to, and coincidentally enough-”

You are looking down at your black boots, but stop yourself from continuing your sentence because you feel his focus has shifted. In the corner of your eye, you feel the heat of his gaze and this makes you naturally turn your head to face him. The pair of blue eyes flickered between your eyes, and your lips. Elvis sighed and it was obvious that he desperately wanted to lean in. All the while when you were talking, his mind kept directing him to stare at those lips of yours. So perfectly pink and inviting. But he held himself back, and didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. 

It was only this, in this moment did you realise how close together your bodies were. Your thighs were pressed up against each other and literally no space between you. It was silent for a while. You found yourself studying his face, and you still cannot believe how perfect he looks. It was so unlike the beauty of any other human being, you thought. You found yourself tracing his features with your finger, lastly touching his plump lips. Your motions were slow, and agonsing it seemed as Elvis' breathing increased. All the while you maintained your eye contact with him in good control. His eyes held pure fascination with your actions, a stark contrast from your shy nature. Your touch was delicate and careful, but he can tell that there is something more wanting to break out from you. 

It was in this very moment that you felt a hot sensation within you. You have hardly done anything, and Elvis is already feeling that familiar ache. His eyes intensified, as his tongue wetted his lips. 

Annie’s words echo through your brain again.

“I want to kiss you,” You finally admit, voice delicate but strong. You have never been this forward with a guy before, and so the words that leave your mouth surprise you.

“You don’t have to ask.”  He says, his tone of voice low.

You circle your arms around his neck, and finally - your lips meet his. The melding of your lips together, causes Elvis to let out a groan. The sound sparks the sensation in your lower body. The kiss was sweet and slow at first, but you felt yourself wanting more. An unfamiliar determination takes over you, as your hands thread through his hair - pulling it tightly. Elvis welcomes the pain, and tightly secures an arm around your waist - his touch searingingly  hot through your little black dress. The kiss is far from slow, as you both grow in need. His other hand grips your cheek as he deepens the kiss, recapturing your lips again, as he bites into your bottom lip. You let out a gasp, and swipe your tongue on his lips. The sweet sound of your gasps spurs something darker within Elvis, he needs more. But he can’t be selfish, and so he pulls back from the blissful touches.

Elvis is breathing hard, and you do too. Both trying to catch your breaths, as you try to comprehend what you just did. But a smile pulls on your lips, as does his. 

“Y/N, if we continue. . . I-I don’t think I can stop.” He warns, and your heart beats at how careful and honest he is. Staying true to his word. 

You lean forward once again and whisper, as you look him right in the eye, “Then don’t.” 

You gulp at the words you just let go, unaware where you found this confidence from. But you keep it going, not knowing when you’ll shrink back into your timid nature. 

Elvis’ movements are fast, as your lips meet together for the second time. This time, the kiss is not gentle anymore. It is filled with hunger and pure desire, a kiss that feels like the dichotomy of scorching desert sun and the icy glaciers that are surrounded by the Southern Ocean. A kiss that both felt like a crashing wave of relief, and an invisible rope tightly binding you and Elvis together. Your hands travelled through his back, his neck and his hair. Elvis’ hand trailed up your thigh and you felt your heart beating faster, as he slid the ends of your dress higher and higher. His other supported the back of your neck, as you naturally arched your back - displaying your neck invitingly to him. 

Elvis left a trail of strong kisses to your neck, “You have such soft skin, honey.” He hums, and you feel his teeth tug lightly at the skin of your neck. You moan at the feeling, knowing that you’ll have to find a way later on to hide the inevitable hickies that’ll be marked on your skin. You feel Elvis smirk at the sound, and this only encourages him to add more to the ones already forming prominently on your skin. 

“Elvis, I-I” You gasped. 

He pulls away, you frown confused at abruptly stopping his actions. Elvis finds this cute and chuckles at your expression, “Let’s take these off.” He removes both of your boots, and winks at you. 

He pulls you back into a kiss, and naturally brings you to his lap with your legs on either side of him, straddling his lap. Elvis groans at the contact of your thin underwear on his crotch, in this new position. His hand on the back of your neck finds its way to grip the butterfly clip that holds your hair together, he removes it letting your hair fall down and rest on your shoulders. 

Elvis looks at you in awe, “Beautiful.” 

Your cheeks heat up, only adding to the warmth that fiercely courses through your body. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the little black dress.” He says, and you feel breathless. 

“Oh do you now, Mr. Presley?” You muse, tilting your head at him as you bite your lip. 

Elvis places both of his hands on the ends of your dress and attempts to remove it smoothly, but grows frustrated at the strength of the material and you suddenly hear a sharp sound of tearing. Elvis pays it no mind and lets it fall to the floor. 

You laugh and shake your head at his frustration. Elvis laughs along with you and leaves kisses at the side of your face, as  you glance at the torn material on his velvet carpet. 

“But it’s time to say goodbye to it.” Elvis smirks. 

He flips you both over, so your back is on the soft sheets of the bed as he presses his body against you. Both of your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. You help him rid of his clothing, admiring in awe at his bare chest. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one.” He assures you, implying to the ripped up dress. 

“I have a better idea,” You say, tone sultry. 

Elvis smirks, his fingers circling your breasts, as his thumbs graze your perked nipples in repeated motions. You moan at the action, arching your back. At the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, Elvis wishes to have the sight before him captured into his mind forever.

“Hmm? And what would that be?” His deep voice, sending you into limitless bliss.

You reach your hand out and grip the necklace dangling from his neck, using it as a way to pull his face towards you, as you clash your lips together and you feel him smirk through the kiss. He detaches himself from your lips, and descends down to kiss your jaw, your skin and now your chest. He is quick enveloping the hardened buds, wetting them with his tongue, as he repeats the action to your other breast. Your mind is in a frenzy, feeling your toes curl at the pure euphoria as you moan. 

Thank goodness for the Little Black Dress, you thought. 

this idea just came to me rn: reader and tom have been writing secret notes to each other and leaving them around the castle for the other to find and reader finally gets the courage to confess/flirt in a message but for some reason the note never gets to him :( and its kinda angsty bc reader takes his lack of response as a rejection but ends with him finally finding it

A/N: I went feral when I read this so obviously I had to write it ASAP. I changed the premise only slightly, I hope you enjoy!!! And thanks for the super cute idea, I'm really feeling the soft fluff tonight 🥺💖

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Ink From The Well

Summary: “We sit at the same desk,” he calls after you. When you looked over your shoulder he’s still standing there with a glint in his eyes that makes you suspect that he’s already put two-and-two together. “Though you already knew that,” Tom continues, head tilting back a little as he smiles. [GN reader ★ no pronouns ★ ambiguous house ★ fluff ★ mutual pining]  Wordcount: 3.1k Warnings: none

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The Potions dungeon is always cold, always a little damp, and only ever lit by sickly yellow lights hanging in grim iron cages from the hewn stone ceiling, but it has an ethereal, sinister sort of beauty to it. The Charms classroom is nearly the reverse, bright and wooden and polished, smelling faintly like fresh popcorn and lined with teetering stacks of bound parchment. The Greenhouses are beautiful too, burnt orange bricks lined with vibrant green weeds, gnarled tables bowing under the weight of strange, colourful plants, and vein-like vines spreading up across the grubby glass ceiling panes in a way that always casts the sunlight into dappled streams. There’s something to love about every classroom the castle, but there’s one that you love most of all.

Transfiguration isn’t necessarily your best class, and Dumbledore isn’t necessarily your favourite teacher, and yet walking into his classroom fourth period on Tuesdays and first period on Fridays never fails to make you smile like nothing else can. It’s not so much the classroom itself that you love, but rather where in the classroom your desk sits. It’s in the back row, first on the left from the door.

Because that just so happens that, in second period on Wednesdays and fifth period on Mondays, Tom Riddle sits down at the very same desk.

Professor Dumbledore likes to ask questions with two correct answers so that even when you answer correctly, he can still be a little bit more correct than you, you’d written absently one day on a scrap of parchment. You’d rolled the scrap between your fingers until it was a twig-thin scroll and discarded it into the inkwell of your desk when the bell rang, forgotting about it completely until the following Tuesday. Perhaps you would have missed it if you hadn’t remembered the note, leaning forward to check if it was still there. You’d not been expecting much but your brows had raised in surprise when you’d caught sight of a little square of very yellowed parchment sitting in the bottom of the well, nondescript and folded along perfectly aligned edges.

You’d pulled it out quickly, replacing it with your ink pottle and sitting back without anyone noticing – though you hadn’t had a chance to open the note until Dumbledore turned his back to write up a very long explanation of the dormant life potential of live creatures transformed into inanimate objects.

You’d pulled the square note from under your textbook and unfolded each razor-sharp margin to reveal a single sentence written in an alluring slanted script.

And in this practice, is it Dumbledore’s intention to challenge his students or to insist on retaining the intellectual high ground?

There had been a strange exhilaration to it. Someone had actually found your absent thought, someone had taken the time to indulge in writing out a reply. Your response, which you’d left folded up, flat, and covert in the bottom of the inkwell just like the stranger, had read;

Conscious or subconscious?

It had been at the forefront of your thoughts walking to class that Friday, your heart skipping a beat when you’d peeked into the ink well as you’d sat down and found another yellowy square of parchment.

Your implication is not lost on me.

Your excitement had dwindled, your smile slowly fading. It wasn’t much to reply to. Fearing that the close-ended comment had been a subtle request to end the strange exchange, you’d left the inkwell empty when the bell had rung, and an entire month had passed before you’d scribbled out another note to the stranger in a fit of boredom.

This class is 30% people trying to impress Dumbledore, 5% Dumbledore actually being impressed, 15% him saying the phrase “now I’m sure the problem here immediately presents itself,” 20% an unhinged monologue, and 30% watching the guy next to me create monstrosities that defy imagination out of common household items

And there it was. A reply waiting for you three days later as if the month-long silence had never occurred.

You’ve left very little allowance for actually practicing Transfiguration in those calculations. Perhaps Dumbledore would be more impressed if his students spent less class time writing to strangers and more time paying attention to his unhinged monologues.

Which had made you retort with a sarcastic accusation that they, too, were spending class time writing to strangers, and then they’d replied with an equally sarcastic invitation to compare grades, and that had been that. A reply waiting for you in every single Transfiguration class, not a single one missed, each note growing a little longer until you started to wonder what would happen if one of the other students who sat at that desk took a peek into the inkwell by chance between your conversations.

You hadn’t had any idea exactly who you’d been writing to until one fateful Wednesday when, after realising a little too late that you’d left your textbook sitting beneath your desk the previous day, you dashed back to the Transfiguration classroom during break to retrieve it. The double doors were open, the previous class was still filing out, Dumbledore calling after them about the upcoming due date for the very same essay he’d assigned you yesterday.

You wait for the crowd to clear a little, craning your head around the door to see if you can pre-emptively spot your book on the ground under your desk when you catch sight of the person still sitting there. At that moment he’s placing a tidy stack of notes into a simple black folder and sliding it into his bag, head bowed to his task and leaving you to stare quite freely at his very striking profile. You watch frozen as Tom Riddle stands, slings his bag over his shoulder, leans forward, and in a fluid series of very nonchalant motions, picks up a capped pottle of ink and drops a small cleanly folded square of parchment into the empty inkwell in its stead. He turns and steps through the door into the corridor as he stows his ink in his bag, looking up curiously when he notices you standing there motionless.

You stare at him, coming to terms with the impossible realisation that apparently, you’re very good friends with Riddle, the jewel in Slughorn’s crown, most likely to be Minister for Magic before 40, and current record holder for number of Outstanding O.W.L.s in Hogwarts history. Plus there’s the whole thing about him being catastrophically gorgeous.

Tom has paused in front of you, expression polite but with a definite hint of amusement as he clicks his bag shut. “Are you quite alright?” he asks, lips just barely quirking.

“Yes,” you say hastily, turning for the door and leaning down to seize your book off the ground where you’d left it. “I forgot my book,” you mutter as you pass him with averted eyes, hoping it’s enough of an explanation to write off your slightly erratic behaviour as you try to flee the scene.

“We sit at the same desk,” he calls after you.

It’s your turn to hesitate. When you looked over your shoulder he’s still standing there, lips still quirked, a glint in his eyes that makes you suspect that he’s already put two-and-two together.  

“Though you already knew that,” Tom continues, head tilting back a little as he smiles.

“I just found out,” you say, waving a little sheepishly at the door.

He turns to you, striding closer with intimidating ease and his smile visibly growing as he watches your eyes widen – but he moves straight past you with nothing more than a single quiet comment in your ear, lilted with humour. “I await your reply.”

You don’t tell anyone. Not even your friends. Everyone is in love with Tom and you can’t help but suspect that things would quickly get out of hand if anyone found out that you’ve been in close correspondence with him for the past four months, even if you hadn’t technically known it yourself. And things had already become hard enough now that you knew who was reading the notes you left, and whose hand was penning his replies.

You try very hard not to think about it too much, you try not to wonder if he smiles when you write something funny, if he looks forward to your answers to his questions, if he thinks about the notes outside of class like you do. Maybe he’s just bored. Maybe he’s just messing with you. Maybe it had been the anonymity he’d liked about the interactions, and now he’s just humouring you.

It’s useless. You’ve been wondering who was on the other end of the notes since the beginning, wondering exactly which of your peers is made up of this striking mix of shrewd humour, clear intelligence, and measured charisma, and it’s very, very hard to continue as if things are normal once you know that it’s him.

It’s not really that surprising that he evidently noticed your replies shortening, becoming steadily more stilted and less familiar as your nerves get the better of you – though you’d hardly expected him to be so blunt in pointing it out, and you definitely hadn’t anticipated how he’d apparently been interpreting your distance.

Were you disappointed that it was me?

You reread Tom’s note countless times. It lies open and looming at the head of your desk for half the lesson as you try very hard to focus on the class to no avail.

Is this seriously what he’s been thinking? Is it a joke? Is it supposed to be so clearly ridiculous that you’re supposed to understand it as just his way of coaxing the real answer out of you?

You write out your reply, knowing it’s the overly cautious way forward but unable to bear the thought of misinterpreting him.

What do you mean?

In the three days before you get his answer, you find yourself actively avoiding any situation in which you might see him – you attend meals at peak hours to get lost in the crowd, you avoid the library like you’ll disintegrate if you set a foot inside, and you don’t dare stray near the 6th floor on Saturday when you know for a fact that Slughorn is hosting some poncy get-together in his office.

When you finally sit down on Tuesday at your desk, you don’t even pretend to pay attention to Dumbledore starting the class at the front of the room. You seize the yellow parchment square from the inkwell and hastily flatten it on your desk.

I’ve noticed that you’ve been somewhat different since we met. I’m sorry if you were disappointed to learn of my identity, if you’d like to retire our correspondence I promise to let it go gracefully.

Your eyes widen. You pick up the tidy little square and hold it a little closer, barely believing what you’re seeing.

The parchment bears tiny little ink marks, the faded ghosts of letters adjacent to the pitch black carefully constructed script of his insane note. You could just barely make out some of the words – reserved, one of them seems to say, apologies, says another, a couple more faint letters here and there but nothing else you can properly decipher.

It’s heart-wrenchingly obvious what the marks are.

Tom must have drafted the note at least once before leaving this final version for you, his ink bleeding through onto the parchment below.

Dumbledore’s open hand suddenly appeared in front of you and you jump out of your skin, looking up with burning cheeks and a thundering heart. “Note-passing is not tolerated in my classroom I’m afraid,” Dumbledore says kindly, “now please hand it over, and content yourself with note-taking for the remainder of our lesson.”

You crumple up Tom’s note into a ball over the snickers of the rest of the class, placing it in Dumbledore’s hand and ducking your head in embarrassment as people cast looks your way from all over the room. Dumbledore nodded and made his way back to the front of the classroom, and you try to ignore the way people were still giggling at you.

Tom had drafted the note. He’d drafted it.

It’s this more than anything he’d actually written that makes you consider actually answering him honestly.

When everyone’s attention finally slides away from you and Dumbledore is helping a trio of boys at the front of the class with their Augor charms, you surreptitiously tear off a scrap of parchment. You carefully write out your reply, hoping that Tom doesn’t pay half as much attention to your handwriting as you do his. If he did, he might notice that your lettering is a little more shaky than usual.

I wasn’t disappointed at all, Tom, kind of the opposite. You just make me nervous.

You fold it very hastily just to get your own nearly-confession out of your sight before you second-guess yourself, slipping it underneath your ink pottle. Your heart’s beating too fast considering nothing’s actually happened yet.

It takes all of twenty minutes after class ends for you to regret being so honest. You have to force yourself not to go back and retrieve your note before Tom’s lesson the following day, dreading someone seeing you and demanding an explanation. Instead, you throw yourself into a series of distractions that are almost successful in keeping your mind off your square of parchment sitting in that little wooden nook waiting for Tom’s elegant fingers to lift it from its hiding place.

You don’t know what the hell to expect when you sit down on Friday, but nothing could have prepared you for what you found in your inkwell when you leaned forward.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You sit back, stomach sinking so hard your throat closes up like you’re about to be sick. It’s the first time in half a year he’s not left you a reply.

It had been really stupid to read into those marks, he’d probably just been writing notes for class overtop of the note. It had been really stupid to read into any of this, now that you think about it. You drop your ink pottle into the well, jaw tight, wishing you weren’t this disappointed.

There’s nothing there the following Tuesday either, the nook sits empty and dusty and silent. When Friday comes and there’s still no note you start to accept with grim, hard-to-swallow shame that your confession hasn’t gone unanswered at all. The silence is his answer.

Maybe it had been a ruse after all. Maybe he’d lost all interest in the game when he’d found out you’re just like everyone else in the school, harbouring feelings for him. You have no trouble coming up with increasingly mortifying reasons for his silence over the week that follows, and  you very quickly come to the resolute decision that you need to put the entire ordeal out of your head – clearly Tom already had.

You’re winding your way back to your common room after a late night finishing Slughorn’s assignment on the ethics of using fairy blood when you hear the footsteps.

Someone was running somewhere nearby, echoing through the vaulted stone ceilings and airy corridors, and you pause at the corner looking around curiously as the footsteps seem to be getting much, much louder. You jump back a bit as Tom suddenly skids to a stop in front of you.

You blink at him, stunned. His normally pale face is flushed, the black waves of his hair slightly stuck to his forehead, his lips parted and he’s breathing hard, his tie askew and his usually perfect robes hanging slightly off one shoulder. He’s leaning forward a little, squinting at you as he tries to catch his breath.

“Tom,” you say in utter astonishment.

“He just gave it to me,” Tom says through hard breaths, lifting a small scrap of paper in his hand that, with a feeling much like being impaled through the stomach with a large icicle, you instantly recognise as your note. “Dumbledore.”

“Dumbledore just gave you my note?” you ask dumbly, still very bewildered by his appearance.

Tom nods. “I went to ask him some questions, about some of the comments he left on my essay,” he manages to say, his dark brows pulling together and his chest still rising and falling a little more than usual. “And afterwards, he asked if I recognised this.”

You find yourself wishing violently Dumbledore had thrown the thing out. “He caught me reading yours the other day,” you mutter, holding your books a little tighter to your chest and looking away. “He must have seen me hide it.”

“He just gave it to me,” Tom repeats, holding it out a bit more.

“Well he may be a little unhinged but he’s still pretty sharp,” you quip, turning your shoulders away and hoping he takes the hint and lets you leave. “I’m not surprised he knew it was for you, I suppose he recognised your handwriting in the first one –”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Tom interrupts loudly.

You go very still, staring at him again. Tom’s lips press together, and he finally lowers the note.

“I just wanted to tell you,” he adds with a slight frown, and if this wasn’t Tom Riddle you would have sworn that there was something almost awkward in the way he averts his gaze from yours.

“Did you run here?” you ask suddenly, even though the answer is very obviously yes.

Tom’s uncomfortable look intensifies, and you watch him shift slightly on his feet with a mixture of deep gratification and a sudden bursting fondness so intense you feel a smile appear on your lips.

“How did you know I was here?” you add curiously, turning back to him.

“I saw you when I was in the library earlier,” Tom says quickly, sliding the note into the pocket of his trousers like he’s hoping you somehow won’t notice. “I thought I might still catch you.”

You nod slowly. Tom’s eyes are now flicking between yours and the smile on your lips like he’s trying to figure out exactly what this combination of emotions means and someone’s timing him to do so.

“Well,” you say after a long second, taking a step back down the corridor and savouring the sight of him standing there with his ruined hair and dishevelled uniform before you have to turn away. “I await your reply.”

He nods wordlessly, watching you retreat, and you bite back your smile as you force your eyes off him and hurry away.

Maybe you’d been a little too harsh on Dumbledore after all.

Can I request: Headcanons of you fem s/o being albino shy and gentle to male characters of Raiden, Kung Lao, Kenshi, Lui Kang, Baraka, Syzoth, Havik, Reiko, Shang Tsung and Rain please?

[ ~"Angel"~ ] - Mortal Kombat 1

Ohhh what an interesting prompt!!! I never knew humans could be albinos! this was so interesting to learn! thanks human! I hope you like what I make up in here <3

What contains? Albino Reader, Female Reader, Shy Reader, Gentle Reader

How is visualized as? Cople Relation Ship, Family Relation Ship, Friend Relation Ship

Raiden

-He definitely is surprised looking at you, is very rare to find albinos humans so your interesting traits caught his eyes, of course, he will be respectful and not make you uncomfortable, but he has to admit you are hard to not stop looking

-Your being shy makes Raiden see this as very cute and he understands, he will be nice to you and respect your boundaries, he will never force you if you do not feel ready for something, he will let you feel comfortable and ready with anything

-Another thing Raiden finds cute but mostly, respect and trust with you is your gentle personality, even though you are shy you are there for people, like after he trains you always give him towers and even fruits if he feels hungry after the training, he really appreciates all this actions from you

-He of course, is interested in knowing more about you, it is very common for you two to talk for hours, being Raiden the one who talks and you hearing him, or the opposite way, is not matter as you two having a good time, normally in the gardens of the template

Kung Lao

-Ditto but oh man, he not hiding his surprised, straight-out mouth open, wide eyes looking at you, this makes you feel even more shy of looking Kung Lao expression, eyes never leaving you, Raiden is the one to put Kung Lao to his place

-He will take any moment to be near you and talk to you, for not say giving you praises of your appearance and albino traits, this makes you so shy! Your white skin will not hide your blush, something Kung Lao likes, of course if you dont like this kind of interaction Kung Lao understands and respects your boundaries, after all he does not like Jhonny

-He finds adorable like even though you are shy you are gentle with everyone, is normal Kung Lao to get a little injured after training, sometimes due he overpasses the limits and gets into the adrenaline of the battle, you always there to help him with this injures, even are not serious you always insist to help hi with it, and who is him to denied this gentle request?

-He likes to admire you when you are in places where the sunlight is giving they best, due he can admired you, is like you are a angel who fall from he heaven ya know? i think the best thing you two like to do is take walks, where? who cares! as long you two are together and talking and enjoy the time

Kenshi Takahashi

-Sadly he can't see your albino traits :( but at least with Sento (sometimes) can see how pretty you are, he will not say anything mostly to not make you uncomfortable, but if you ever have insecurities about your appearance he will be there to tell you otherwise, his words are always honest

-He understands why you are shy, after all his appearance is not the best to give "friendly" vibes, and lest not mention he was a yakuza...but he will never will give this information to you, the least he wanna do is scared you and be more afraid of him

-He flushed in your gentle personality, how always you insist on helping him with his "eyes", he always says he ok and that already healed even so he let you check him, so your fingers carefully touch near his "eyes" all light touches, and you always came up with some medicine recipes to make him feel better (mostly cream recipes) he dont see any of this necessary after all, his injures as bee already heal, but that not mean he very thankful and flushed from you gentle actions

-He likes to hear you, after all, he is not a very talker person, but he will indeed talk if you have questions or you are interested to know what he did for the day, etc. The most common topic is always about him, you are just very curious about how he deals life being blind, and you always praise him, you gentle behavior as seems to have no limits

Reiko

-He dint know humans could be this pretty, that the first thing that crossed his mind, looking at you from the distance, looking at each of your albino traits, at some point he can't believe humans could look like that, something of course make you shy from feeling his eyes on you

-He thinks you are shy becuse of him, his appearance are not the best, after all, he is a soldier and you tenecly an angel was a discreet difference, but he never crosses your limit, he lets you feel comfortable around him as long you need

-Even though you have that shy behavior, your gentle behavior was most stronger one, you are always there to help him with any injury he has after a battle, he most of the time shows himself stronger denies your request, but after insisting he let you attend his injures, even he dont show thankful for this gentle actions from you, he inside he is

-I think he most of the time ask you about your appearance, of how humans can look like this and how happen to be that way, good thing you know how to answer him, after all a lot of people as ask you almost the same questions, even this questions can be seen just Reiko being curious, he worried about you, you are a easy target being so white and so pretty, he will make sure you not fall from any danger

Rain

-Thanks of your Albino's traits, now he is interested in knowing Human biology and every aspect of it, but besides that he will not be like the rest just watching in the distance, he will approach at you and talk to you fully interested to know about you and of course, praise you albino traits something make you feel shy

-He understands why you are shy, i mean, your albino traits make you be in the spotlight, eyes always on you, people are always interested about you, he can understand that overwhelming experiece you have to deal all the time, and not starting the people who will take any chance to use you, i guess sometimes being so pretty and unique can be also a curse

-He finds it cute that your gentle behavior of always want to help him, any magic he wants to try, always you helping him giving him the ingredients he needs, but he mostly appreciate when you gentle is a pure state, just being nice with people in general, is something he respect

-Yall like to walk at the beach, enjoy the sound of the water while the sun is slowly fading away to give the welcome to the moon, Rain is the most talked one in these moments, but if you need something to say he all hears, posebly you two like recollect shells and if any luck pearls

Baraka

-Eyes on you, he feels overwhelmed by your appearance, is this a joke? Is he hallucinating? or you are an actual angel finally gonna take him to the other life? he needs time to process what he seeing so surely you already left due feeling shy about having his eyes on you :(

-After that he will apologize of his before behavior he dint want to make you uncomfortable, he feels very sorry about it, and mostly...after all you two are so different, you are an angel and he was a monster, he understands you feel afraid of him and he will not have hard feelings if you think that way

-but gentle behavior kicks in fast if Baraka shows or talks about it, telling him he is not a monster, none of this is he fault due is the Tarkat, and mostly even he looks a "monster" outside you know Baraka was the sweet and kind person in the inside, something that flatters him for you gentle behavior and words

-He keeps more distance from you, he dont want you to get the tarkat from him so he makes sure to be very distant but still egnoft you still can see each other, he thinks the same as Reiko, you are an easy target, anyone can take you due you beauty, even he can't be al the time with you he will make sure does time you two are together, keep you safe from anyone

Shang Tsung

-Ho,ho,ho~ he is very interested in you, and already has a smug expression as looks all your albino traits, nonetheless, he is impressed and seeing you shy due he looking at you feel his ego, he will not doubt to get close to you and use that snake tongue to give you praises and nice words

-Seeing you so shy around him, he adores it~ and he will take this for his on enjoyment and fun, how you blush, how you shake you body of how shy you are, you just so fragile, so easy~

-Even so, he is impressed of gentle you are with him, he can't understand why you are that way, he sees you like a very easy target, someone too easy to break, after all he is a bad guy, you are just a rabbit talking to a snake, you was in such danger, but dont worry, Shang Tsung will not hurt you....yet

-He wonders if your Albino traits are just to make you look pretty or have something real useful for sorcery, dont worry like I say he will not hurt you yet, so mostly he will take parts of your hair without you noticing and use it to investigate what he can found with it

Syzoth

-Eyes on you in awe, you are just so pretty, he dont have words another that look at you in the distance, he noticed you noticed him and how you go away, soon realized he acidently make you uncomfortable

-He will approach, giving you personal space and apologies for what happened before, telling you you are pretty and more praise, he was shy as you so you two have very small talks before feeling comfortable arround each other

-He flushed at your gentle behavior, if his tail is out you can notice it moving back and forth anytime is near you, you already know about is a zaterran, possibly because he told you when was presenting to you or some of his friends told you, curious to know his Zaterran form, sadly he won't show you, he dont want to scare you, but telling him you not gonna be scared of him and he not need to be insecure about his appearance, is something calms him...maybe in a near future he will show you his zaterran form

-You remind him Ashrah and surely in no time he presents you at her (Soon you three become the best friend group), he likes to give you white flowers and white gemstones and white feathers, gifts that remind him to you, is something at always make you blush of his gentle behavior

Havik

-He thinks you are an Angel, he never saw a human like you before, so he makes him hard to believe you are a human, its a confusing scenario for both of you

-Havik understands why you are shy at him, or more easily to say scared, his appearance and mostly his face are not the best for a first impression, and let's not mention his powers...so he does not mind if you scared to arpoche at him

-Even if you are shy your gentle behavior is most stronger, worried about the big injury Havik have in his mouth, he dont care about it but he let you to touch it, feeling that light touches on his injury, you ask him why his powers dint work to health this injure? he questions that too long time ago, Quan Chii powers look like have some flaws

-He thinks the same as Baraka and Reiko, you are an easy target, you pretty appearance can get you a lot of problems with people wanna use it, and he will not let that happen, he not let someone hurt you

Liu Kang

-He looks at you but has a very calm and even tender expression, is a surprised to see an albino human so is a nice surprise for him, even though you feel shy having his eyes on you somehow you also feel comfortable and safe, maybe a difference of the others just look in surprised, liu kang was more calmest one and his expression give all the hints of "you are pretty" sings in the most honest way

-He understands why you are shy, and he gives you all the space and time you need to feel comfortable to approach, is been times Liu Kang is just sitting meditating, eyes closed and cleaning his mind, when he can feel your steps getting close to him and you just sit next to him, sometimes doing the same, is a nice experience, no words, just enjoying both company

-He saw what you do with his friends, how gentle you are to help him in any kind they need, you always there for everyone and that sweet and admirable, that has to be rewarded right? you dont need to be sweet to him, he already knows you are a kind heart, so please, just enjoy the picnic!

-Knowing is a god, you surely ask him about your albino traits even personality, if was all his plan to be this way, he responds you with a no, he dint plan you come out with all these traits, he only interfered and did stuff to the world, but most of the time he not interfered or control people life, so you came out like this normally

Hallo, I'll make a request for 1995 Undertaker please: he finds a big rip in his coat soon before he has to go make his entrance, and a stagehand who is always shy and quiet but secretly likes him a lot offers to go out of her way to fix it for him, then later Taker is in the graveyard and finds that same stagehand, looking sad, they talk and she tells him she was orphaned young and she always feels alone, as they speak the feelings between them are growing until Taker holds her in his arms and they kiss sweetly, officially becoming together now, makeout and kiss somemore and Taker carries his now girlfriend inside his spooky house lol. Sorry if it's long.. -_-

AN: Thank you for your request! I'll try my best to deliver this is my first fic so yk lol enjoy!

Warnings(?): None really just kissing :]

Not proof read! My first fic please be nice

TuT👍

You strolled through the halls of backstage. You managed to land your dream job working for one of the bigger companies, WWE. You got a job as stagehand. this job could be tedious since you had to run around setting things up, fixing wrestlers costumes, making sure props were switched with their breakable counter parts.

It was just a usual day for you. Everything was going good, the crowd was loving the show. You were sitting in the "costume room" making sure none were ripped from stunts and such when you heard the door open with an ominous creak. You looked up to see The undertaker in all his intimating scary glory. You didn't say anything you just glanced up at him and back down to the costume you were finishing up with a minor repair needed. You assumed he needed a part to his costume or something. Vince McMan the owner of WWE always seemed on edge with the undertaker given how he acts his ominous presence just being there. You got how Vince felt you were already pretty shy around the wrestlers male or female but with Taker...you really tried to have limited interaction with him because of his intimating appearance and demeanor. You couldn't lie you might have had some feelings for the Deadman. Just how he was so ominous and vague...it intrigued you. You wanted to know more about the Deadman and what drives him to be the way he is...

Your thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice rumbling out in the small room as the Deadman removed his coat. "There's...a rip in my jacket. Fix it." You deadpanned as you looked up at the black leather jacket that Taker held out to you his cold eyes scanned your face as you took his jacket without a word. You had a line of costumes you had to fix but you stopped to fix Takers jacket for him because he was on soon. You began to sew the tip for him as he just stood there staring at you under his back and purple Fedora. As you finished up, you tied the knot to secure the repair and gave it a little test tug before handing it back to him. You smiled up at the Deadman which caught him by surprise. "It shouldn't rip in that area unless you cut it or someone pulls really hard on it." You turned away as Taker put the jacket on and slightly nodded his head before leaving the room just as his theme began making the crowd go wild.

Later that night you stood over your parents graves. You placed a new set of their favorite flowers in the little side jar in between their respective resting places. You stepped back and just stood there. The slight wind blew gently through your hair seemingly trying to be a sort of comfort.

As you stood there you let a couple of tears fall. The bright beautiful moon made them shimmer as they fell down your face. You felt a Presence behind you and you turned around thinking it was a grave keeper that was coming to tell you that they were closing up for the night. Instead you were met with Taker...he stood behind you without his hat this time. You turned your head wiping your tears as Taker tilted his head slightly. "What's wrong little one?" Taker asked his voice low with a bit of curiosity. You looked up and then looked away again before you said in a small voice, "Nothing just visiting some people..." You felt Takers hand take your chin with surprising gentleness. Your eyes met his as he asked again, "Don't lie. What's wrong?" Your heart skipped a beat as you felt a new wave of tears film your eyes as they slowly trailed down your face Taker used his thumb to wipe them away.

"I'm visiting my parents...they passed when I was little so...I had nobody growing up. I guess I'm just reflecting on that." You said, your voice small and timid. "I see" Taker said his voice low and rumbly as he looked away then back to you before he slowly pulled you close and held you in a surprisingly gentle hug. You paused before hugging him back. Your arms were unable to wrap all the way around his waist due to his muscular body.

Taker tilted your head up and stared into your eyes. You stared back a light blush creeping up your neck coloring your cheeks. Suddenly Taker leaned down, capturing your lips in his. You froze but then closed your eyes and kissed back. You placed your hands on his chest as he pulled you closer by your waist.

Taker's tongue invaded your mouth making you let out a small gasp which made him chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed taking little breaths in between. When Taker pulled back you were left slightly panting as he stared down at you with a slight smirk. You blushed as what you just did set in. You buried your head in his chest as your blush covered your face. "It's alright love. A kiss never hurt anyone right?" Taker chuckled as he picked you up into his arms bridal style. You squeaked as your blush intensified. "Wait!" You called out making Taker look down at you as he made his way to his manor. "Do not fret love, I am taking you home, where you will be safe with me in my arms and sights always." You thought about it for a moment, 'how bad can this be?' you thought to yourself as you leaned your head on his shoulder a happy smile painted on your face.

Friends (Hybrid Bunny Male Reader x Hybrid Tiger Kim Taehyung)

You have always been a shy bunny. You always hid behind your large brown and white dotted lop ears. As prey, your parent always told you to look around your surrounding and never be alone with a predator. If you are going out, always be around a crowd of people around you and your pepper spray.

You tend to keep to yourself, never having the courage to talk to your classmates in school and much less now in college. You were currently studying (Insert career), and this was your first semester, meaning you were a freshman or fresh meat. It was hard coming from an only prey town community to the city where both prey and predator lived. 

You always kept in mind that not all the stereotypes about predators were true, but to a certain level, you knew you were never too careful. 

"And with that student, we end our session for today. Please note that there will be a quiz next class, and I will let you use your notebook for the quiz. So If you take good notes, you will have a good grade." The professor, a tall bull, started packing his item. Some students rush out of the class, and some others had stayed to speak with the professor. 

You slid out of your seat and started organizing your things to put them in your backpack. Your mind buzzed with random information like 'What were you going to cook tonight?' 'How does a relationship between a frog and a fish would work?' 'Monkey dont pay taxes?'. It was an ongoing list of things that rushed your mind. You slipped out of the classroom with a small goodbye toward the professor, who smiled back and waved.

The halls had various hybrid sizes, from tall seven ft(213.36 cm) males and females to four ft males and females hybrids. Quite diverse if you were to ask a bunny like yourself. You were five feet (152.4 cm), not small like an ant hybrid but not tall like a giraffe hybrid. Your ears twitched when you heard the loud laughing from the cafeteria. 

'Maybe I should get a snack.' You thought to yourself, nodding as in an agreement to yourself, you headed toward the large open area. The cafeteria was the hybrid that could eat and chill. It was the perfect place to mess around with your friend and talk freely. You went to the vending machine, and there you saw the snack you wanted the berries and chip with some carrot juice. 

When you got your snack, you headed toward an empty seat next to the window where the sun was shining. It was stupid how most of the chairs are built for tall hybrid and not small ones like yourself. You put your backpack on the table with a lot of struggle, and soon, you pulled the chair out about four inches away from the table. Now the process was tricky, but it never failed you. 

You placed your right foot on the metal bar of the chair, and with the other, you impulse yourself up the chair sitting with success. You were so proud of yourself that you didn't have to redo the move, so you, as a min celebratory move, wiggled in your seat, swinging your legs happily. Your excitement radiated around your body as your nose twitched and your tail fluttered like crazy. 

When you were about to crack open your drink, you heard a soft laugh that made you stop. Your ears twitched at the melodious soft laugh. It wasn't an obnoxious one, more like at airy type.  As curiosity took your being, you wanted to look around. You were set to find who had this kind of laugh that made you feel soft and putty. 

When you scan the area, you were shocked to see a tall slim but muscular guy. His skin wasn't pale, but to you, It looked like a warm beige, almost like an ivory color. It was beautiful, and it had a natural glow to it. You could say you were virtually jealous, especially when you saw his smooth facial structure. The guy looked like the Greek gods themselves built him. His hair was a light brown color or ashy brown. The hair styled in loose wave complimenting his skin and his face perfectly, giving him a half innocent look and a wild vibe.

The male seemed to wear rather expensive clothes as you remember passing by the mall seeing a similar clothing style as he was wearing. Prada? Or maybe Dior? You were not sure because you like to keep your style simple and economical if it looks good and it had a reasonable price, then it is part of your closet. You did not know why but you felt a bit self-conscious with what you were wearing seeing this gorgeous man in front of you, and you were wearing a pastel purple sweater that gave you hand paws and some skinny jeans and keds on your feet. 

Biting your lips and adverted your eye away from the male covering your face with your ears, you were once again meet with another melodious laugh.  " You are too adorable." The strange male perched you. His whole body gave a dominant aura, but his voice was so relaxing to hear. 

"Hey, don't hide from me. I am sorry I laughed at you. It was adorable seeing you try to climb up the chair. " The male pulled out his chair and just pushed himself a bit before sitting on the chair. You took a tiny peek from your ears and saw two small rounded white and black ears from his hair. You shifted your view from his ears to the male's striped tail. 

You gulped lightly and held your breath. Tiger. " Hey, dont be scared I am not here to harm you; I was just curious about the pretty bunny." Your face is coated with red chewing on your lips a bit harder. You were fighting your instincts to run away from the tall predator, but you wanted to force yourself to speak.

"Hi." Your voice soft and shaky you were nervous. You did not want to make a male's bad impression. The male gasp quietly and give you a large boxy smile. His sharp teeth in the display made you shiver, but you shook it away. "Hey. You are a shy one, aren't you?" He asked in a lower tone. You did not know how to reply but just nod. 

"It's ok! Oh, my name is Kim Taehyung." The male tiger is now known as Taehyung. He put his hand out toward you as for you to shake it. You saw his large hand. He had regular nails, so you reached toward him with your tiny hand and giggled at the difference between his hand with yours. 

He wraps his hand around yours as you did with his well, not warp, but the handshaking action was there. " (M/N)." You said. 

"Beautiful name (M/N)!" Teahyung said back. Taehyung sat there with you for quite a while. He was making most of the conversation while you shyly replied yes or no to his question. You felt comfortable with the male around you. It was nice to relax in a predator's presence. You two sat there until you saw the sunlight starting to diminish. 

"Oh no, I should probably get going it." You gasp at the time. You hated being outside late at night or what your parents would consider late seven. Taehyung sat still as he studied the way your nose twitched and you bit your lips. He also notices the signature bunny teeth you have when you speak or lick your lips from your drink. " Um, do you perhaps have a car or something? I won't want for you to be out alone. It could be dangerous." Taehyung asked in a worried tone, which was new to your ears but still endearing. He cared about your safety.

" No. I usually take the train. I dont have money for a car; I only have enough to pay for my rent and food. I am here on a full paid scholarship program. But It's fine. I am sure that it is safe. I usually have pepper spray with me." You replied, wiggling yourself down from the tall chair and picking up your trash and bag with you. 

Taehyung slid out of the chair quickly and followed you toward the trash bin. " I dont mind giving you a ride home. I really dont mind." Taehyung interjected almost with a slight panic. Teahyung knew that the streets at night were safe with the government's laws, but there were always those who broke the law. Predators that would love to manhandle an innocent and pure looking bunny such as yourself.

You tilted your head back to see the taller hybrid looking down at you.  "Dont worry, Taehyung, I dont want to be a bother." You walked around the male and walked out of the cafeteria with a pleading tiger trying to convince you that he would take you home.  You felt a bit overwhelmed. You knew his intentions were for good, but you still didn't trust him. You thump your foot on the ground making the male stop. 

"Taehyung. I know you want to help me, but you need to trust me everything will be fine! If something were to happen, I'd call the police or something." You explain with care. Teahyung crouched down and made little chuffing sound. You, on the other hand, let out a honking like sound. " I know you probably dont trust me yet, but I want to get to know you more. I  have seen you around, and well, you were kind of the talk of the whole university. I tried to approach you, but I didn't know how comfortable you were with a predator like me. I didn't want to scare you away. I understand if you dont want to speak to me or maybe avoid me, but all I want is for you to be safe." Taehyung confessed his worries and his wants. His ears and tail match his emotion of sadness and anxiety. 

You were shocked to hear what he said, and yes, he was right too, but he made you feel safe and comfortable. The stupid stereotype your parent had implanted in you was off the table.  Yes, your instincts still made you want to buck it, but your human self was fighting it. Taehyung was a silly and intelligent person, and you wanted to know more about him, more about Kim Taehyung, the person he is not the predator he was.  Your foot itching to thump again, but you held it in.

Your eye met with his beautiful honey eyes. They were almost hypnotizing. " I don’t want to." You whispered. 

"Huh?" Taehyung replied.  You played with your sweater paws and bit your lips again before answering. " I dont want to avoid you. You have been the first one since I moved to speak to me. I am scared, but I hate it that it is my bunny side telling me to run away. I want to get to know you more, Taehyung. I just need a bit of time to get used to you. It is not every day somebody comes to me and talks to me about my tactical move of sitting on a chair as you did." You giggled, covering your mouth with your sweater paw. 

Taehyung blushed but automatically brighter at your words. You wanted to get to know him more. The tiger displayed his unique smile and laughs. " I promise I just want you to be safe. It is a big city for a small and adorable bunny like you. Would you please give me the honors of taking you home as your first friend?" Taehyung asked with a hint of charm in his voice. You laughed and placed your hand on his hand. " When you put it that way, How can I not say no?" You said.

With that, both the tiger and bunny grabbed their backpacks and went on their way—two different kind of animals and two distinct categories: Tiger and Bunny, predator and prey.  Friends.

A/N: I hope you guys like this! I saw that this had a bit of potential to be a Gender neutral if I change some word around it make me so euphoric but since i am doing a male reader series on AO3 it is better to stick with that I started.

School Trip (Male Bunny Reader X KSJ Snake)

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The buses arrived at the destination, and everyone was in their respective class. Well, everyone was you. After painfully walking away from Jin, as he smiled at you, it almost felt like a shame walk. Your friends were pushing each other playfully and stop when they appeared in their field of vision.

"(M/N)! How was your romantic ride with the school's hotty~?" Teahyung wiggled his eyebrows. " Shush TaeTae. Dont pick on the bunny. Can't you see he is getting all flustered? Anyways BunBun, did Your Boo talk to you about anything spicy~?" Jimin lightly elbow your arm.

You rolled your eyes and groaned. "Shut it shorty!" You said, sigh and rubbing your neck nervously. "SHORTY! How dare you? You are shorter than me!" Jimin growled and grabbed your shoulder and started to shake you back and forth. Teahyung laughed at the mini fight, but he knew what would set off the tiny hybrids. " Aww, my Tiny friends are adorable!"  His word made you and Jimin glare at the Tiger hybrid. "What the heck?" The two of you said in unison.

You and Jimin started to shake the taller hybrid. "You dumb Tiger!" Jimin yelled while you hit Taehyung with your small fits, making him laugh even more.  "CLASS! since we have three grades with us, we will be doing a group of six." The cow professor from your class said, standing next to two other professors, a bear hybrid and a peacock hybrid.

"We will call you into a group, so please stay close to hear your name group one will be Park Jimin, Kim Taehying, (L/N) (M/N), Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi And lastly Kim SeokJin. Please come upfront and start exploring the area. Remember the sheet you guys have filled out and at the end of the trip, give it back to your respective professors. It is a grade!" The Bear hybrid explained and continued to mention the other groups.

The tenth grader stood eyed widen. You took this opportunity to tease your friend "So... Your crushes are going to join us on this lovely trip. How romantic, huh~?" You elbowed Taehyung and wiggled your eyebrows at Jimin. Jimin blushed, but his tail wagged, giving away his feeling and emotion. Of course, he had a crush on the strict boy who rats people out if they misused their uniform Min Yoongi a panther hybrid. Teahyung smiled, making a chuffing sound. Teahyung was not shy about having a crush on the tall and intelligent Kim Namjoon. He was clumsy but friendly and helpful leader traits of being a wolf hybrid.

Your ears twitched when you heard foot steppes coming toward you. As you look up, you saw the three males with a smile. " Hey, guys, ready to explore?"  Namjoon asked, excited about going in the park wood trails.

The three of you nod, unable to find a word to react or reply. "Come, Jimin, I'll help you with your work," Namjoon said. Jimin's face bright red, and he nodded, walking with Namjoon. " Let's go kitten. I am sure we can find a good shading spot and work." Yoongi smiled when he saw Teahyung smile with his lovely unique smile. Taehyung rushed to grab the older hand.

You looked in disbelief at the two of your friend, sad that they would leave like that. You jumped when you felt a large hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw The beautiful male, your friend, no your biggest crush Kim Seokjin. His scales shining under the sun, making him look even better it was like he had his magical effect.

"I'll help you, bunny. Don't look down. Plus, remember I was in your grade." Jin smiled and tapped your nose. The action made you scrunch your nose and twitch. You looked down, blushing heavily. The two of you started to walk the path that the two of your friends took with their crushes.

When You and Jin set, found a place to sit, you got to work. You were so nervous that you did not know where to start with your work. You just looked down at your feet. You distracted your eyes from looking at the snake hybrid. "Bunny? Bun? (M/N)?" Jin repeated he was worried that you felt bad or something you were doing your work.

You played with fingers and bit your lips. "Jinnie?" A hum in attention came from Jin. "What up, BunBun?" You wanted to get it over the rejection. You felt like you did not belong with Jin, but it was hard to know that he will be with somebody else in the future. Maybe he was Asexual? Maybe Aromantic? and that is probably the reason why he would reject everyone. You couldn't fault him if or anything he was your friend, your best friend.

"Jinnie, do you like somebody?" You asked shyly, avoiding his lightly slit pupils that were hypnotizing. You were so nervous you didn't notice when you had the urge to thump your foot down. Heck, even run away felt better in this situation. Stupid, why would you ask that question. Maybe he didn't want to tell anybody.

"I do. I am just scared that they will not like me as I do." His voice was soft with a bit of shyness, totally different from his confident and glowy self. You perked up at his confession. Who would like Jin? They would be stupid not to like him if you had the strength to beat the person up and beat some sense on them.

"Jinnie, who wouldn't like you? You are amazing, kind, and caring! I would be surprised if somebody hated you! If I had to beat somebody up just for them to realize how great you are, I will! I care about you, Jinnie, and I dont want you to hurt because of this person that is too blind to see you for who you are. You are Kim Seokjin, one of the best people I have ever met. I would give up everything to see you smile because I love you, Jinne, despite you being a predator. I care about you. I am your friend, and if I could make that dumb person see you the way I do, they would be falling in love with you." You did not know where this surge of confidence came from, but hearing Jin tell you that person might not like him made you angry. You thump your foot to show how annoyed and angry you were.

Jin was shocked when he heard you. What made Jin feel happy was that his crush not only gave away that he liked him but that he would give anything for his happiness made his heart warm up. " Bunbun." Jin stood up from the ground and walked toward your fuming little form. He took his index finger and brought it under your chin, lifting it slightly. Seeing your teary and pouty face made him coo. " Jinnie." You sniffed and wiped your tears away. You were sad that he had a person in mind and that it could never be you. You were just a dumb bunny in hopes of a snake to like you.

"Baby boy, dont cry. You will make me sad too. If I tell you who this person is, will you stop crying?" Jin asked, helping you wipe the running tears. You nodded, you but pouted more your were curious but sad and angry. "When I was in the fifth grade, I saw this beautiful bunny in the playground playing alone on the sandbox. So I decided to approach the bunny and ask him his name. His name is (M/N), and he is a beautiful Netherland Dwarf rabbit. He was so tiny, and he still is small, but he had the biggest heart I have seen. Despite that, he is prey. He never discriminates, and he is open to everyone, prey or predator. I started to realize that I had a crush on my bunny friend when I was in the seventh grade but was too scared to tell the young bunny, so I told myself I would wait for the bunny. I will away wait for my bunny. Here we are today, me and my beautiful bunny friend, crush, and hopefully boyfriend soon." Jin's words made you melt while listening to him. He made you realize that it was you. You were his crush. 

You felt silly but at the same time happy excited. Your fluffy tail moved with excitement. "Jinnie. I. I would love to be your boyfriend. I love you. I have always loved you. Ever since that day on the playground, you were always there to help me." You confessed with a smile your bunny teeth showed. Jin beamed at you and leaned toward your cheek, and pecked you softly.

"I love you too (M/N), my bunny."

180 personality change.

Ships: suna × f!reader x miya twins

Summery: just y/n being annoying but them finding her cute.

Words: 669

Type: fluff || funny || sfw

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"Go away, you're annoying" suna muttered pushing y/n away who was annoying the hell out of him.

"Aw but I know you love me!" The female teen tease with a smirk on her face as she came closer.

"I know you simp for me" she tiptoe to be closer to his ear "I know you dream of me too and I know what kinda dream is it too- Da'k!"

She whispered into his ear but in the end of the sentence suna put his hand on her mouth shutting her up.

"I swear to God if you say one more thing.. I will choke you to dead" he gave her a death glared but as soon he let go of her mouth..

"Oh yeah?" Y/n stated as her smirk got bigger. Suna knew the next word that's gonna come out of your mouth is gonna be something annoying.

"Choke me like you hate me but you love me~" she sang running around him in a circle, Not caring if others saw it.

And if it weren't already enough before, now everyone was looking at them which was making suna wanted to dig a hole and bury the teen girl alive..

In the corner was the tiwns watching them, Atsumu put his hands on his hip and said "at first I thought she was the cute, shy and innocent type.."

Osamu hemmed in response, both remembering the first time they saw her.

Osamu, Atsumu and suna were on their way to gym but someone bump into Osamu making all the page fall everywhere.

"A-ah.." they all looked down and saw a [h/c] haired girl on the floor picking up the page in a hurry.

"I'm s-sorry" she mumbled not looking at them then she stood up and bow before running away. All of them thought she was quite the shy one... well that was until they get to know her.

Looking at her now it's like her personality did a 180 switch or something.

"She did change a lot" kita said as he joined the twins, Both twins nodded agreeing with him.

"She's quite wild" Osamu said looking at the first year girl who was laughing and annoying his friend.

Atsumu quickly looked at his twin with wide eyes "oi samu! You're simping?" He asked his twin and Osamu's eyes widened as his face turned red from embarrassment?? Orr..

"No!" He defended himself "I didn't want to call her flirty or a pervert so I.." he tiled off, looking away.

"Bro.." Atsumu said with a unreadable face. "Don't give me that look!, You, yourself simp for her!" Osamu Whisper yelled so the others wouldn't hear.

"No I don't-" Atsumu was about to defend himself but got cut off "suree, as your twin I can read you like a book you know?" Now it was This time to go red.

"Okay okay. Don't fight" kita stopped them as both were about to get in to a fight.

"Yo" y/n popped out of nowhere giving all the three of them a jumpscare but Atsumu was the only one who show it.

"HA!" Y/n hold her stomach as she bust out laughing and so did Osamu.

"DON'T LAUGH! BOTH OF YOU!" Atsumu yelled but it didn't effect both of them one bit..

"Wait what happened to your forehead y/n?" Kita changed the subject as he saw her a red mark on her forehead.

Now all the attention was on y/n forehead. She covered it up with her hand as she puff out her cheeks "suna bonk me" she sulked "he's such a meanie!"

"I can hear you" suna said not really looking at her. "THATS BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO. SO YOU CAN FEEL GUILTY FOR HITTING A CUTE GIRL LIKE ME" she yelled as she put her hand on her hips.

Suna ignored her but in the end all of them smiled at her childish behavior "it is cute" they all thought.

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Quiet | G.B.

Gilbert Blythe x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N goes to school with her friends Anne and Diana, but soon becomes quick friends with someone else even against the girls judgement.

genre: fluff

warnings: bullying, billy being a creep, shy reader

request: yes / NO

word count: 940

A/N: I feel like there is not enough Gilbert content on tumblr so, here you go! Hope you like it and enjoy!

     Y/N was not nearly as excited as Anne was for school. She had been here longer than Y/N so she had gone near the middle of the school year. Y/N on the other hand had not been here tell school was well and over.

     “M-maybe i could just stay here?” Anne shook her head at Y/N, “No! I swear school is quite delightful!” Even with the reassurance from Anne, Y/N was still nervous, though she was always nervous about everything. Even talking to people was a struggle.

     Against her better judgement, Anne walked her along a dirt road to school. Y/N just walked in quiet whilst Anne blabbed on. Eventually they met up with Diana, she too joined them on their way.

      Once the school building was insight Y/N began to panic, again. Anne saw her backing and quickly grabbed her. “No. Come on Y/N!” Diana grabbed the other arm and they dragged Y/N to the river. “You put your milk in the river for lunch.” Diana clarified. Y/N only nodded before putting the jar in.

     After they were done with that they headed through the doors. Y/N went straight to the coat rake, putting her hat and jacket up. Once again her friends dragged her. This time to a group of girls.

     Before she could even get a hello in the girls had started asking questions. “Who’s this?” “Why is she with you, Anne?” “Yes, why is she with you as well Diana?” 

     Y/N tried to talk, but was interrupted every time she did. So she opted to stay quiet while Anne and Diana answered the questions for her. Finally everyone started going to their seats before the teacher got here.

     Y/N sat next to Anne while Diana was on the other side near the window. The teacher eventually showed up and looked around the classroom tell he set eyes on Y/N. “I presume you are the new student?” She only nodded a reply. 

     “I expect you not to fall behind your peers.” He said and again she nodded. All eyes were on her and she could tell. “Can you talk?” The teacher teased making a blush sprout upon Y/N’s face while everyone laughed. She looked down as the teacher went on with his lessons. 

     As the teacher dismissed for lunch, that's when the teasing began. First it was Josie, "Mr. Philip's is right. You don't talk. Can you even talk at all?" All the girls laughed making Y/N more red. She quickly headed outside away from the girl's torment.

     As she was getting her milk from the stream a boy came behind. "Hello beautiful." The voice rang out and once again Y/N blushed. Not because she was flattered but, because all she wanted to do was sit alone and eat lunch in quiet.

     Silently, Y/N tried to maneuver around the boy but to no avail. He just simply continued talking, "My name's Billy. Who might you be?" His voice disgusted the girl. Without saying anything she tried once more to move past him.

     "Hey!" Billy grabbed her arm harshly. "It's rude to not answer. Or maybe you're just mute. Can't talk can you?" The more he talked, the closer he brought her to him. By now Y/N was slightly trembling.

      "Billy!" A deep voice called out, "Let go of her!" Billy groaned before turning around. He made sure Y/N was behind him so she couldn't see the other boy.

      "This is none of your concern Blythe." The Blythe boy just shook his head and stepped towards Billy tell he was right in front of his face. "I said. Let. Her. Go." His voice was deep and fueled by anger. With that Billy let go of and stomped off, but not before giving Y/N a glare.

       She still does not dare look up at the young man now standing as close as Billy once was. “Hello there,” the Blythe boy said, making Y/N look up from the grass. “My name is Gilbert. Can you tell me yours?” He smiled down at her trying to comfort her which just made her more embarrassed. Even so, Y/N swallowed and talked as much as she could. “M-my name is Y-Y/N.”

     Y/N swears his smile got even bigger, “That’s a lovely name.” The little confidence she had left her at the comment, so she looked back down at the grass. “You’re very quiet aren’t you?” Gilbert chuckled at you. You heard whispering and looking over to see Josie, Ruby, and their group staring at you.

     Ruby looked like she was on the verge of tears which made you feel guilty for some reason. Gilbert saw what you were staring at along with your expression, “Don’t mind them.” You turn back to him on the verge of tears yourself. “Ruby says she has ‘dibs’ on me.” He scoffed before looking back at your teary eyes.

     “T-that’s stupid.” He laughed with a big smile making you join along. Once he was finished he just looked at your smile. “I like your smile.” He said it and warmth spread through Y/N. She went quiet again at that. He leaned closer, “Hey, don’t go quiet on me now.” 

     Y/N smiled again, “I-i’ll try.” He nodded, beaming down at you. “Come join me for lunch, will you?” Again she nodded, but then decided to actually respond. “S-sure.” With that he took you away and that’s how you became best friends maybe even a bit more than friends.

Great fic !!

Ruin Me, Pretty Please? (Part 1)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, slight Jimin x Reader

NSFW CONTENT (18+ ONLY)

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the campus’s it-boy. Y/N is a socially anxious recluse. When Jungkook accidentally witnesses Y/N’s sexually sadistic nature, it awakens a new side of him.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4

Warnings: Voyeurism, dom/sub themes, female domination, degradation/humiliation kink, orgasm denial, crying during sexual acts, male masturbation, social anxiety, weed

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Depressed!Reader x Aemond Targareyn II

Part one Part three

• Reader being kept up all night thinking about her kiss with the prince, it wasn't there first kiss but was the first kiss that felt real

• Reader finally falling asleep to what they thought was thunder but is really Vagnar purring

• Prince Aemond wanting to breakfast with reader in private, him having to settle for only a few hours alone with them

"I can not in good faith leave you alone with her. She may be my blood but I have no say over her."

"Her parents sent in hopes of her to be betrothed, no? And you're telling me I can't eat alone with my wife."

"She is not your wife yet."

The lords angry statement led him into a glare off with the prince. A position one would never want to be in. 'Glaring at a prince.' The lord thought. 'I could be killed and no one would bat an eye.' Thankfully the lord saw reason and looked away from the prince. With a sigh the lord tried to articulate his own words.

"I only meant, that my niece is very important to our house. She may not seem important to her peers as I'm sure you know."

The prince hummed in agreement. He had heard the whispers and disrespectful to the lords only niece. He remebers pig nosed little girls tripping the young doe as she walked down the Red Keep. He remebers how she was mocked for not standing up for herself, and apologizing when it was unnecessary. He remembers how sweet she tasted when he had kissed her. He remembers how he couldn't sleep since he had reacquainted himself with her. He remembers how he was going to choose her the moment he saw her, for she was unforgettable.

"I know of my bride to be, and I know of her strengths."

The lord let out a sigh. He knows he can't deny his highness, but he also can't put his niece in harms way.

"I can give you a private room to breakfast with my niece. This does not mean none will seek you out. My niece is very much loved."

• It taking the prince five minutes to convince reader it was with permission that they are breaking fast together

• Aemond watching reader shyly eats the sweets he had plated for her

• Sweet was all the prince could think of as he watched her lick the sweet sugar of her lips

"Do you have a particular sweet you enjoy most?"

Aemond's betrothed slows her chew to hide her blush behind her hands. Red creeped upon her cheeks as she thought of an answer to give the prince. Aemond thought the color adorning her cheeks was very fitting considering where she will reside after the issue of who will sit on the throne passes.

• Aemond manages to talk to reader about what she is expecting from their marriage, the prince not expecting reader to talk about doing her duty and anything else he may ask of her

• Before he could assure his betrothed of her position in his life her eldest cousin came looking for her in hopes to help her ready for a warm bath

• Aemond wandering close to the living quarters as to not miss being around reader

• When reader is finally done with her bath Prince Aemond happened to be down the hall from her room when she exited her chambers

• The prince and reader freezing when they see each other

• Caught in each other's gaze, unknowing in what the other thinks (hint, hint, they are thinking about what the other could be thinking)

• The cousins were quick to talk about it

"Did you see?"

"Calm down, or she will hear you. We don't want her to retreat into herself again."

"Talking aout how our cousin is swooning the Prince are we."

"He's more receptive than I thought. Ow! Don't hit me!"

"Don't insult the Prince."

"They are across the keep neither will hear."

"Stop getting off topic! Our cousin is winning herself a Prince!"

"Are you really surprised? She's a gem compared to all. Even we don't shine in her presence."

"A shame it's the one eyed Prince who finally fell for her charms."

"Sister! Out of all the Prince's at least he is honorable."

"That is true. The one half of his face is pleasant to look at, so no doubt our cousin thinks he is Devine!"

The girls fall into a fit of giggles that can be heard down the hallway where the Prince and his betrothed were walking.

• The Lord of house invited his court together to discuss the terms sent by the Prince's brother, the now King

• Being the dutiful Prince he is Aemond stayed close to his betrothed, keeping her company and conversation

• Those in attendance did their best to pay attention, but the sound of soft murmuring and a not so terrifying smirk from the Prince and his betrothed seemed to enthrall all

Depressed!Reader x Aemond Targareyn III

Part one Part two

• Lucerys immediately thinking how his terrifying uncle could be so close to a beautiful woman, but his confusion disappears once his uncle looks up at him

• Lucerys trying his best to be respectful, but Aemond and his betrothed are making it hard to focus

• He watched as the lord was being read his mother's letter

Aemond leaned into reader's ear, on his face held a devious smirk. His eyes glowed alight as she reacted to his words. Her small smile turned wide and her face colored red. Reader tried to cover her face as a way to hide her laugh, but it was still heard.

• Lucerys watched as the beautiful woman touched his uncle, unafraid and uncaring of his reaction. He watched as Aemond smiled at her touch. He watched as his uncle's remaining eye glowed with mirth. Aemond's betrothed left her hand on the prince as he moved closer to her.

• Lucerys couldn't look away from their connection until the lord spoke to him.

"You think I'll just bend over an oath of my father? How do I benefit this? The king at least brought a betrothal to be offered, what of you?"

Lucerys tried his best but he still appeared nervous.

"I can not offer anything my lord, I am already betrothed."

"So you offer nothing." The lord stated with a sigh. He looked over to his niece as she conversed with her newly betrothed. Despite being proud she was able to catch the prince's eye, the lord couldn't help but notice she was just a showing smitten with as he her.

"At least something good has come from The House of Dragon not knowing who its ruler is. Go back to your mother boy, and tell her no oath will be kept here."

• Lucerys trying to make s quick but confident exit

• He made the mistake of looking to his uncle

"Wait, Lord Strong! You have a debt to be paid."

Lucas could hear the other ladies gasp and murmur to each other. The one thing he didn't expect to see was what he saw when he turned around. Aemond had been known in his family as having a certain fire in his eye, a fire that would ignite when violence was promised. This was the first time Lucerys saw that fire in someone else's eyes that wasn't his stepfather.

"You think I will just let you walk away from me? I intend to collect, but I will be generous. You will get to choose which eye, a privilege I did not get."

Reader took in a breath as she listened to her betrothed words. Yet her admiration did not falter, fire burned in her eyes.

• Aemond promising his nephews eye as a gift for his betrothed, Lucerys stares in shock that the woman beside his uncle did not seem bothered by his promise.

• Lucerys almost running out of the hall when Lord Borros dismissed his and Aemond's dispute

• Aemond's long legs carrying him out if the hall with his betrothed trying to follow him

• Reader noticed he left his dagger and was wanting to return it to him

The Prince marched out of Storm's End trying to catch up with his nephew. He couldn't help but hear his betrothed heels march along with him. He quickly turned around catching his love as she bumped right into him. Grasping both her wrists he found his dagger lying in her palms.

"What are you doing? Planning on following me into the storm?!"

"If I must!" The usually shy woman shouted at the Prince. Her face determined but Aemond could see the uncertainty in her eyes. He held onto her firmly but he stayed silent allow her to speak.

"You ignite something within me my Prince, a fire I hadn't known. A fire I have only felt with you and no one else." Aemond pulls his love close to him forgetting all about proprietary and reputation.

"Who thought you to speak so boldly." The Prince sounded angry but his love could see it in his eye. He was amused, happy to see her express herself. He hummed to himself as he held her close. The hands holding his dagger drift down his body, they find his waist and deposit the dagger to its home, the sheath upon his waist.

"Speak plainly to me, let me hear your desire." Their lips were touching as the Prince spoke. His betrothed was barely holding herself up.

"Don't take the boy's eye, " Her sentence was left unfinished as Aemond pushed himself away. His remaining eye gave her a scathing glare. Had she lied to him through their whole meeting? The Prince scoffed and continued his march to Vahgar.

"I am getting what I am owed, no one is stopping me from that."

"I wasn't trying to, my Prince listen." The Prince did not answer nor did he turn around for her. He had Vahgar in his grasp but was pulled away by a much smaller force. Quickly he turned around grabbing her arm that had latched onto him. He used his free hand to grasp her face, making her look at him. Aemond kept his eye determined not showing that he did not want to hurt her, but if he needed to.

"I do not want his eye my love. That night you lost what he took from you." The Prince squeezed his betrothed face. His patience was wearing thin.

"You also gained something. A dragon, my prince. You ride Vhagar! She chose you to be her rider, she listens to you, and she hears your commands. My prince, rider of the largest dragon in the world. My betrothed who I can't wait to marry and who can't wait to bed me." Aemond's stern face fell showing his love how her words were affecting him. His grip lessened from her face, he allowed his hands to drift down her body.

"An eye will not settle an already outweighed debt." The Prince pulled his betrothed close to him so that their bodies were touching.

"And what would you have me do?" His lips tickled hers.

"Bring me his dragon."