Valentine ~ H.s

valentine ~ h.s 

i listened to valentine by laufey while writing this. and i highly recommend you do as well. this got me all in my feels and i hope it does the same for you :3

i've rejected affection for years

and years

"you absolutely amaze me. you can't just do that to people,"

"and why not? it's my life- and last i checked i could do whatever the hell i wanted." you retorted back at your best friend who was shaking her head at you. you were spending your day off of work with one of your closest friends, secretly trying to make her head explode with your mind from all of her cristisim. your feet dangling on the back of the couch swiping through your phone, popping another grape into your mouth.

the tall girl was getting onto you for rejecting a guy who had been pining over you since you were 15. you guys had been playfully flirting with one another for some time, but you personally didn't take him seriously up until last year.

the two of you had gone on a couple dates, and while he thought things were going great, you just couldn't see yourself with him. hence the beginnings of this conversation because she had just found out that you had flat out stopped responding to the guy after he had said something that had irked you the week before.

"he's literally perfect for you! he's got the same sense of humor as you. he loves being outside. AND he wants kids."

"honey, i know you're trying to be helpful, but it's not that simple. i tried. i really did, but i couldn't. i just know when things click. i can feel them falling into place. but we were just a little too similar. we were butting heads, even this early into the relationship. he was hardheaded, so am i," sighing as you threw your phone down on the floor, your fluffy rug cushioning its fall. bringing yourself to get off the comfort of your sofa. padding into the kitchen, while speaking over your shoulder as you refilled your bowl with more snacks. "i'm indecisive, and so is he. the entire car ride was spent with us saying 'oh i don't mind' 'whatever you want' 'it's up to you'. it drove me INSANE. and i figured he would finally get the message. hey! I really don't like you, and maybe next time think about what you're saying before telling me you were expecting something different with me. stupid asshole..."

"i think it's just cause you're picky. you guys would have made cute babies,"

"if you like him so much, then why don't you date him?" the slight jab made her throw her pillow at you, a loud laugh leaving your lips. grabbing the biggest cube of cheese you could find on your bowl, chunking it at her face a cackle leaving the both of you guys' lips.

now i have, and damn it

its kind of weird

"hey, honey..." the sound of your nickname rolling off your boys tongue made you smile softly, turning to face the brunette whose face was currently smushed against the sofa. you eyed his sleepy frame, feeling your heart melt as you saw all of his bouncy curls sticking out from his hoodie. "i miss you."

a soft scoff left your lips, quirking an eyebrow up at him. you set down your batter covered spoon, crossing your arms across your chest feigning annoyance. harry had just woken up from a nap, his eyes still puffy. he just kept on smiling up at you, your facade crumbling with every second you spent looking at his face. shaking your head at the boy, strands of your hair falling onto your forehead.

"you're crazy, h."

"crazy for you." it was almost laughable how quickly that boy was able to respond to your comments with cheesy lines. even after a year, he still treated you exactly like he had in the early weeks of your relationship. taking it upon himself to woo you every chance he got.

you tossed the rag you had used to wipe off cookie dough from your arms, the dark red fabric plopping on his head of curls. "mmm. those cookies smell delicious, honey…red velvet?"

"your favorite." making your way over to harry, running your arms over his as you wrapped them around him. swatting the rag off his head, his green eyes popping out from behind the rag a playful glint in them. he adjusted his position to where he was sitting up, trying to drag you closer to him. "h, baby, i'm trying not to burn cookies over here."

"the quicker you get over here the quicker you get back to the cookies," he teased, his voice still raspy from having woken up. you allowed the brunette to tug you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his waist nearly melting into him due to how warm and cozy he was. his hands quickly finding their place on the small of your back, his thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin a small shiver made its way up your spine.

"you know- i feel like you do this on purpose. you get all nice and comfy, so whenever you wanna cuddle me you just pull me in; knowing damn well i can't resist you. and next thing you know, i'll never want to leave."

"that's the plan, lovey." a small flutter made its way to your chest, blush dusting your cheeks as you nuzzled into his face pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead. harry let out a noise of appreciation, nudging your nose with his as he tugged you closer. "your mouth smells like chocolate... were you eating the batter?"

"shut it,"

he tells me i'm pretty

don't know how to respond

bright. so damn bright. a soft whine left your lips as you attempted to twist away from the sunlight burning your eyelids. after spending a couple minutes of trying to ignore the bright white light, you decided to make a better use of your day and attempting to get up. your bleary eyes making eye contact with an inked chest, stiffening slightly. a small sound left your lips, as you rubbed your eyes to see if it was truly real life or if it was just a dream.

"pretty girl... did i wake you?" a soft flutter erupted in your stomach, smiling sleepily at his choice of words. he wrapped his arm around your frame, tugging you close to him laying your head on his chest. a soft whine left your lips as you nuzzled further into his warmth, allowing your legs to entwine with his. "still sleepy?"

"mhmm... so warm."

"then go back to bed, pretty girl." the sound of his morning voice, and with your head on his chest made him sound so good. so unreal. it was heavenly. you lifted your head up just to press a soft kiss on his startled lips, a chuckle leaving the brunette. you locked eyes with his bright green ones, wanting nothing more than to just spend all day staring at him.

"you're so pretty..." the brightest shade of pink dusted your cheeks, shying away from his stare. he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss onto your face.

i tell him that he's pretty too

can i say that?i don't have a clue

it truly didn't matter how many times your eyes looked onto that man, you were absolutely breath taken every time. he was gorgeous. absolutely beautiful. every tiny little scar, and the dark ink coating his toned skin. slowly lifting your hand up to trail it over the exposed skin. you traced the outline of every tattoo you could get your hands on, leaving featherlike kisses on his chest after you had finished a tattoo.

harry had told you many times about how insecure he got at times, especially after being on tour and most of his outfits being quite tight on him. so if he did have something he wasn't happy with, he knew his fans would end up capturing it from every possible angle.

but you couldn't see it.

you just couldn't.

he always told you about how sometimes his hair annoyed him because it never wanted to style just how he wanted it. his curls were always sticking out, every which way. he didn't like the little wrinkles by his eyes, that showed that he wasn't as young as he was whenever he first started. but you loved every inch of that man.

you made it your mission to shower that man in as much love and endless compliments, knowing it not only made him feel good but you would be able to see his cheeks flare up a bright red.

which was huge plus in your book.

one things you did every once in a while whenever you felt he was a little down; press a chaste kiss on his forehead, down to his left cheek, and then to his right, and then a nibble on his nose. if he hadn't already interrupted your nibble with his own lips, you would press a much awaited kiss onto his awaiting ones.

with every passing moment, i surprise myself

im scared of flies

im scared of guys

someone please help

"you have to get your shit together,"

"you think i'm not trying? i'm fucking terrified..."

"of what..?"

"of falling in love. i'm scared to let myself fall in love, cause i know the second i let that wall fall down he's gonna leave."

"you can't think like this-”

"i know! trust me i know. i just can't stop... every single person that i've dated, has always broken my heart like this. its only whenever i allow myself to relax, that's when they do it." your voice wavered at the end of that statement, tugging at the loose hairs that were falling out of your bun. your best friend was currently trying to get you to calm down, her worried eyes scanning your distressed figure.

you and harry's 1 year anniversary was coming up, right after valentines day and you were absolutely stressed. everything felt too good.

a little too good.

you were scared shitless. you felt like everything in the relationship was great. amazing, even. but you couldn't stop your anxiety from being at an all time high. harry had been a little distance, not incredibly, but enough for you to be stressed.

"he could just be busy, hon."

"he always tells me whenever he's busy. i just- what if i did something wrong?" she pursed her lips as she eyed you, her demeanor softening as she was realizing how worked up this was getting you. she wrapped her arm around you, allowing you to lay your head against her. "i'm sorry i get like this."

"no need to apologize. we just need to work on your fight or flight mode. and hopefully turn the flight off of auto."

"it's not my fault-"

"i know, sweets. but you can't just prepare for the worst whenever you get the slightest thought that he could be 'leaving'."

"i know... i'm just so scared of getting my heart broken, that my defense mechanism goes a little haywire."

cause i think i've fallen in love this time

i blinked, and suddenly i had a valentine

the sound of something crashing behind you made you jump, hastily turning around in fear of what the sound was. a groan leaving your lips as you realized your basket had fallen over.

you were in the middle of trying to build your boyfriend a gift for valentine's day, and things were going pretty good. well. they were.

you had taken it upon yourself to make him a goody basket with all of his favorite things; some throws for his house, a couple of his favorite brand of candles, his favorite sweets, and even a little crochet cow that you had made yourself as a spur in the moment decision. all you needed to do was throw them in the basket in an organized manner.

as a spontaneous decision you wanted to tie some balloons on the back of the basket; awful choice truly. for some reason you weren't thinking about using something to weigh down the basket before attaching the balloons, and next thing you knew the basket was laying sideways in a puddle of paint.

"you've got to be kidding me," you uttered some curse words, hurrying to grab some paper towels from the kitchen and trying to wipe the red blob of paint on the front of the basket. to no avail.

"everything okay in there, lovey?" the sound of harry's voice made you stiffen, halting your hurried movements. you scrambled to chuck the basket into the empty coat closet, struggling to get the balloons to cooperate with the door. you could give two shits about the paint getting on your clothes, successfully getting the door to shut.

the sound of harry making his way down the stairs made you jump into hyper speed, hastily grabbing a half done project of yours and plopping some of the bright paint on it and smearing it around with your hands to make it look like you were doing something. harry stopped as he spotted you sitting criss-cross on the floor, a smile making its way onto his face once he realized the mess you had made on yourself.

"lovey... you do know the paint goes on the canvas, right?"

"jesus, honey you scared me. and for your information, yes i do. the paint just doesn't like to stay on the canvas." you pouted, looking up at your boyfriend who was dressed in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. you offered the brunette a paintbrush, a cheeky smile sported on your face. "wanna join? i can't make any promises that the paint won't get on you."

what if he's the last one i kiss?

a soft gasp left your lips. a small chuckle left harry, his face buried against your neck as he covered every inch of your neck in wet kisses. your hands buried themselves in his curls, tugging softly.

"lovey..." the warning tone in his voice made you giggle, allowing your thoughts to encourage him. tug. "don't tell me that i didn't warn you,"

a loud squeal left your lips as he hoisted you into the air. his hands finding their place on your waist your legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way towards your made bed.

what if he's the only one i'll ever miss?

"i don't want to go on tour,"

"then don't" you bluntly stated, a small smile tugging at your lips. harry just shook his head at you, chuckling at your statement. the brunette was currently packing all of his belongings from his closet that he had wanted to bring with him on tour, stuffing the last of his toiletries in a small bag.

"you know its not that easy-"

"i know, h. i'm just joking"

"but i wish you weren't... i don't want to have to miss you." he mumbled, running his fingers over the exposed skin on your torso.

today was the last day before he went back on tour, one of his biggest yet. while he was excited, the thought of leaving you behind still made him want to second guess himself. he was choosing today to take advantage of seeing you.

spent the morning cooking you breakfast, bringing it to you in bed where the pair of you cuddled and ate some delicious pancakes. and for lunch he insisted on cooking some pasta for the two of you to share, which was delicious.

and now as the sun was hiding behind the horizon, streams of purple, pink and orange coating half of the sky. you guys were in your favorite lounge chair, with his head on your lap watching the sun go down. your hands were running through his locks wanting to remember every second of this.

his lips.

his smile.

his dimples.

and even just his scent.

maybe i should run, im only 21

i don't even know who i want to become

"i feel like i don't have my life together, whatsoever. all i do is paint, and substitute teach like a couple times a week..i'm not doing what i wish i was doing. i just feel like i'm back in high school again. trying to kill time by picking up a job so i could at least make money and be bored."

"honey, if you're not happy, then why don't you just go out and try to find a job in what you like doing." harry's words sounded muffled over the phone, but the message was still clear. you nibbled on your bottom lip deep in thought as you were looking at your last paystub.

"it's not that, h. i just don't want to be a burden for you-"

i've lost all control of my heartbeat now

got caught in a romance with him somehow

i still feel a shock through every bone

when i hear an 'i love you'

cause now i got someone to lose

breath.

god damn it say it back.

stop looking at him like a fucking guppy.

"i love you too." a soft voice emitted from the tip of your mouth, feeling a warm sensation course through your body. you hadn't even noticed that your eyes had watered until a tear escaped and made its way down your cheek. harry's face lit up, bringing you by wrapping his arms around your waist. the warmth of your bodies pressed up against each other made the room 10x hotter, wanting nothing more than to remove your jacket and toss it across the room. the second your lips touched, you felt a small shock. like electricity making its way through every little vein in your body. allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.

that was the first time he had ever uttered those words and dear god if those were the most holy words you had ever heard in your life.

"i love you so much." harry mumbled those words onto your lips, his breath fanning your face feeling your knees buckled slightly as he tightened his grip on you. "are you glad i didn't say it months into us getting together?"

"i would have done it the first day if you let me," you teased, a rumble of laughter coming from harry who threw his head back in laughter. you joined in on his teasing, knocking into his shoulder. even though this moment was everything you could have ever hoped for and more.

there was the tiniest little voice whispering to you that harry could leave you at any second, and absolutely destroy you.

the first one to ever like me back

i'm seconds away from a heart attack

how the hell did i fall in love this time?

and honestly, i can't believe i get to call you mine

i blinked and suddenly

today was valentine's day, or as you liked to call it; one long ass anniversary day. you guys had officially been dating for over 3 years now, the best three years of your life. nevertheless, you were still terrified to see how harry would react to the gift you had made him.

that was your whole thing.

you love giving gifts.

absolutely loved it.

but you also took gifts incredibly serious. you just want everything to be perfect.

"before we went to dinner, i wanted to give you your gift. if you're okay with that." he chuckled, knowing you had been begging to shower him in gifts since you had woken up. but he wouldn't let you. he wanted to wait until after you guys had dinner.

you practically jumped into the air, almost breaking your ankle from your shoes. he just smiled at your newfound energy, practically vibrating from excitement.

"can i give you mine first?"

"absolutely you can, lovey."

after he had finished the first word you spun on your heels and made a break towards the couch. you would pay money to see what his expression looked him, as you proceeded to toss the cushions to the floor making small signs of approval as you found exactly what you were looking for. a small book; a beautiful leather cover that you had engraved yourself. h's initials were at the bottom of the spine.

"what in the world did you hide in the couch-"

his words were cut off by you spinning around with a nervous smile, showing the book to him. you felt like a toddler whenever they hold up something to their parents, a cheesy grin on their features. harry took the book from your hands as tenderly as he could, his fingers running over the intricate detail on the cover.

"love... wow. this is- this is beautiful. where in the hell did you find this?"

"i-i made it. i started working on it a couple months ago... i know how you're always trying to find new things to read. and to find inspiration for your songs. so i wrote you a book."

"you wrote me a book?!" the flabbergasted look on his face made you giggle. you went around the other side of the book so you could show him, turning the cover over so he could see that you had written it by hand. you had practiced over and over to make sure you didn't mess up the ink on the paper, or to ensure that you didn't misspell anything. "honey... i... my gift is gonna look like- i don’t- this is amazing. this is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. thank you so much, i love you so much"

"oh hush. and of course honey, it’s no biggie... i love you most,"

"well... i- i don't even know how to follow that up." you giggled at what he said, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. his eyes were doe eyed as he stared at your face in complete adoration. you noticed a small movement from his hand, flickering down to a small box he had in his left hand. "honey... i love you so much. you have been one of the best constants in my life. i've never been this happy; ever. seeing your face every morning when i wake up just further proves my point. i know that you're the last person i ever want to miss. the last person i want to have to kiss. you have made me into a better person. you taught me patience, and learning how not to take things for granted... and i really can't imagine being able to see you walk down the isle with anyone other than me."

"harry..."

he took that as his cue to drop down on one knee, his eyes brimming with tears. a small sob left your lips, drawing your shaking hands up to your mouth. he propped the box open, your eyes falling on the prettiest and daintiest ring you had ever seen in your life.

this can't be real.

"will you please... make me the happiest person on this planet- no... in existence and do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me?"

breath.

a second passed by.

"i-what- of course! yes. yes! a million times yes!" you struggled to choke out, throwing your arms around the brunette who just let out a small cry as he held you tightly against his chest. he struggled to get the ring on with both of your hands trembling, small laughs leaving both of your tear stained lips.

and at that moment... your mind was silent.

there was no little voice.

no anxiety.

no second thoughts.

you knew. you knew that this is exactly as it should be.

i had a valentine

a/n: ahhhh! i haven’t written about the loml in forever, so please lemme know if you have any feedback. my requests are also open! feel free to spam me. thank you lovelies 🫶🏼

hi! i recently read your imagine "the forseken tie" and i wanted to let you know that i love the way you write!! i have been obssesed with draco lately and i was wondering if you could write an imagine where him and the gryffindor reader are enemies and one day during the 5th year he finds her sneaking out or sm like that and she begs him not to report her but he still does and the he finds her crying in harry's arms because she's in pain -maybe it wasnt detention with the pen- and tries tofixit

A Sky Full of Stars | Draco Malfoy x Reader

word count: 3,090 words

warnings: mentions of death, cursing

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"Did you see the way Harry was looking at you? He totally likes you!" The curly haired girl giggled, scooping a mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth as she eyed her fellow friend. She felt herself chuckle at her words, looking out of the corner of her eye to see the 'Chosen One' looking at her, quickly turning away a small smirk making its way onto his face. Hermione hummed to say I told you so, a smile on her lips.

"Okay, now that was just a coincidence-"

"Oh, you know that's rubbish."

"'Mione, you know I love that boy to death but I'm pretty sure I'm not the one he's interested in."

"And how would you know?" She let out a small scoff, pouting at her words knowing she wouldn't change Hermione’s mind. 

The rest of the feast was spent trying to get Ron to stop waffling down the chicken like he always did, sharing a few moments of laughter with the dark haired boy who had found a seat beside her. Once Dumbledore had dismissed everyone, her and the Golden Trio had quickly made their way out of the Great Hall. She was thankful she hadn't worn her hoodie like she had originally had planned, considering the hot air from outside had somehow made its way into the castle. Harry and the girl were talking among themselves when she noticed Hermione dragging Ron away out of the corner of her eye, letting out a small chuckle.

"Why are you laughing?" He murmured, turning to face her as he made his way up the stairs, his long limbs helping him travel quicker up them unlike her. She was having to jog up the stairs to even keep up, brushing her hair away from her face. Harry just shook his head as her bag kept bumping into both of their knees, watching her angrily move the bag out of the way.

"Hermione took Ron away while we weren't paying attention, so the two of us would be left alone to have some 'alone time'," He let out a loud laugh, shaking his head running his fingers through his tousled hair. She was in the middle of telling a joke letting out a small yelp as she felt someone shove themselves onto her falling into Harry, uttering a small apology to the person that had practically trampled over her. Looking up from the stone steps making eye contact with a pair of bright grey eyes, feeling herself stiffen.

"Watch where you're going, you little-"

"Keep that mouth shut, Malfoy." Harry spat out, his green eyes narrowed his grip on her tight keeping her from the blonde who looked as if he could kill her if she dared to lay a finger on him.

"Oh shove off, Potter. You finally got yourself a little girlfriend?" He scoffed, eyeing her up and down, his glare faltering as it locked with her wide eyes. Draco adjusted his robes, a smirk making its way onto his sculpted features, "Hmm... I thought you could at least do better than this. Is this all your mom was able to afford to pass down to you-"

"Shut your mouth."

She felt her body stiffen, glaring at the blonde with the harshest look she could muster her wand pointed at his chest. His eyes were wide in surprise, never having heard her raise her voice let alone talk back to his taunts. Harry felt a surge of anger wash over him, noting the tears welling up in her eyes.

"C'mon, love. He's not worth it," She let him wrap his arm around her shoulder, allowing him to drag her away from the blonde, her hands shaking from the words he had directed at her. Once she knew she was out of earshot she felt herself crumble to the ground, her chest heaving up and down. A soft cry left her lips, the tears crashing down her cheeks feeling the sobs rack through her body in waves. 

"Who in the bloody hell does he think he is?" her voice croaked out, letting Harry scoop her into his hold mumbling sweet nothings into her ear. 

She regretted letting Hermione convince her to wear her mascara today, seeing as it was now smeared all over Harry's uniform. She didn’t expect Draco to treat her like this, especially after that night that she had spent comforting him. I guess he’s too scared to let Harry know that’s he’s a softie, she scoffed.

After several minutes he had managed to convince her to walk to his dorm, his hold on her never ceasing even as she had made herself comfortable on his bed, her face smushed against his pillows. At this point she wasn't going to let that little weasel ruin her evening, trying her hardest to ignore his taunting words as she focused on Harry's touch.

"Love?" she hummed, lifting her head off of the mattress locking eyes with his doe eyes. He ran his fingers through his tousled hair, adjusting his position against her tired frame. "Hermione and Ron and I were going to go out after curfew to try to do some work for the Order. Would you like to join us? Don’t feel like you have to, but if you wanted a distraction-" He mumbled down at her, his fingers running through her mass of hair eyeing her shifting figure.

"I think I'll pass just this once... Nott said he had something to talk to me about so I have to bring out the good ole black hoodie to use and sneak into the Slytherin dorm room. Again." She rested her head on his lap, tracing small circles on his worn jeans. He let out a small chuckle, rubbing his fingers on her clothed back. "That feels nice..."

"I know,"

"Oh shut up, Potter."

September 1st, 1995. The Astronomy Tower. 12:38 pm.

Sighing happily as she rested her head against one of the cold pillars, staring up at the endless sea of stars up above her. She hadn't had a chance to come out and pay her respects to her mom in a couple weeks due to her hectic schedule. She did by spending her night looking up at the sky and telling her about everything she had done. Everything about the evening was beautiful, knowing she had her mom to thank for that. She could see every star twinkling, surrounded by a couple scattered clouds smiling to herself as a firefly landed on her knee, his luminescent butt wiggling. Reaching out a hand towards the bug that surprisingly crawled onto her fingers the sensation of his tiny feet tickled.

"Well, well, little miss goody two shoes out after curfew. 15 points."

She jumped out of her current position, twirling around locking eyes with a stone faced boy whose eyes she could recognize from several feet away. Out of everyone to catch me, of course it had to be Malfoy. Running her fingers through her hair nervously eyeing him. Draco stood there rather arrogantly, leaning against the entry way a smirk etched onto his lips. 

"Draco, I-I was just trying to get some fresh air," she stammered over her words mainly due to the cold gust that had just come in, fiddling with her fingers. Draco eyed her, making his way over to her his height seeming much more prominent that he was practically towering over her. "P-please don't tell anyone. I didn't mean to sneak out. I just really wanted to see the night sky. I swear, I'll do your homework! Anything you want-"

"I never took you as the type to beg," He sneered at her, making her freeze chewing on her bottom lip as she waited for her punishment. "Do you really think I need help with homework?"

"I never said that, Malfoy. I was just offering. I just, I really don't want to see Professor Umbridge…"

"You should have thought about that before you grabbed that stupid robe of yours and snuck out," she glared at the blonde, every ounce of regret leaving her body. Draco hummed his eyes glint mischievously as he took notice that he had hit a nerve, taking a step closer to her. "Oh, did Mommy give you that robe? Maybe I should give her a couple galleons so she can afford to buy you something that wasn't from the rubbish-" 

"Shut your trap, Malfoy." she growled, tightening her grip on her wand, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to calm herself down. "Don't you dare bring my mother into this,"

"Why? You scared that I'll end up saying something that's true-"

She rammed her shoulder into Dracos, sending him tumbling to the floor, a grunt leaving his lips. Humming to herself happily, making her way down the stairs in a hurried manner, holding her robe close to her body cursing the boy under her breath. That little weasel, how fucking dare he? I'll show him. Paying no mind to the boy deducting points from her as she briskly walked away, turning around to show him a finger she reserved only for him hearing him gasp. 

"That's detention for you!"

"Yeah, yeah, Malfoy. Kiss my ass,"

September 2nd, 1995. The Great Hall. 7:15 pm

Soft whimpers left her lips as Harry cupped her hand, his bright sorrow filled eyes eyed her small figure. He shushed her softly, wrapping an arm around her as a way of comforting her. She had just left detention where Umbridge proceeded to yell insults about her deceased mother to her, having left the room with a tearstained face absolutely seething. She willingly let him hold her, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly. They sat there for a couple minutes holding each other sobs racking her body as she thought about the horrid things that woman said about her mom, Harry rubbing her back as she cried against him.

"Hey, it's okay. It'll be okay."

"I'm gonna punch that toad and the stupid weasel that is to blame for this." she mumbled against his neck, Harry's chest rumbling as he chuckled at her comment. Pulling away from the raven haired boy, wiping her wet face groaning as she noticed Harry's tear stained shirt. "Sorry, Harry... I got your shirt a little wet."

"Don't worry about it, there's been worse things on this." He pipped up, pushing his glasses up his nose. she quirked an eyebrow at his comment, eyeing him as he realized how strange that sentence sounded. He gasped, his face flushing pink." Wait! That sounds terribly wrong. I didn't mean that. I meant- oh god. Like, pumpkin juice! And Ron's moms soup!-"

"Harry. Harry, you're fine." Giggling to herself as he stammered over his words, patting his hand comfortingly. "I'm only teasing."

"Oh... I knew that."

"Sure you did, Potter... how's your hand?" He raised his hand for her to see, grasping it softly, lifting it up so she could see the white scarring of her words on his hand. She closed her eyes as a flicker of anger lit up inside of she as the sight of his scars. "That wretched toad,"

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore-"

"It shouldn't have hurt at all. I don't care who in the hell she thinks she is, she's a fucking teacher for christ sake. Who gave her the right to bring up my mother like that? Especially in front of everyone," Harry watched as she ranted, knowing how hard it is to get her to stop ranting once she start. "The next time I see her doing this shit, I will go in there and shove her pen up her-"

"Okay! Wow, how about we don't talk about that here? It's a little, uh, echoey. Come here. I don't want you doing something you'll regret." Harry spoke his tone a little frantic hurrying to quiet her down, pulling her close so he could wrap an arm around her shoulders. "It's almost curfew, so I don't want you to end up back in detention okay?"

"... can you just hold me like this for a second? Sorry if it's a little much to ask of you,"

"Of course it's not, just close your eyes. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere..."

She exhaled deeply, resting her head against him allowing her eyes to close a stray tear escaping her. He stroked her arms comfortingly, resting his head onto her head basking in the silence. The two of them stayed like that, enjoying each other's presence. Harry finally learned how to handle other people's emotions, getting rid of that awkwardness where he used to just stand there and pat someone's back. He learned how to comfort people, and not be scared to use physical touch. Which she was quite thankful for.

Unbeknownst to the pair of them, a boy standing near the entrance to the Great Hall had witnessed the whole ordeal, his stone gray eyes eyeing her as she seeked comfort in the scrawny boy. Draco had no idea that her mother had passed, cursing at himself for having brought up her mom the night before. He felt terrible that he had done this, knowing it was only because he was pissed because of what his father had done. He tucked his wand back into his robe, making his way towards his room thinking of ways he could make it up to the girl.

September 10th, 1995. The Astronomy Tower. 4:32 pm

Draco hadn't bothered her all week. Not once. Not even to ask for a quill, which he usually never had. At this point, she had thought that he was planning some sort of revenge on her which absolutely scared her to death. But she decided to ignore that nagging feeling, shaking her head as she continued scribbling on her parchment paper. 

"You talk of the pain like it's all alright..."Singing softly into the afternoon air, nothing but the sound of her quill scratching across the paper could be heard. Only the slight ruffling of trees, and her quill. She sighed softly, allowing her eyes to look out into the endless rows of trees. Their leaves are still a vibrant green, not quite ready to turn their endless shades of reds and browns.

"How did I know that I would find you up here?" The sound of Draco's velvety voice carrying out into the air made her stiffen up, refusing to look behind her. “Look… I promise I mean no harm.”

She reluctantly allowed herself to look up at him, his eyes sincere. She nodded to an open spot beside her. Draco took that as his cue to sit, his robes pooling around him as he left a little gap between the two of them, running his fingers through his hair. His scent infiltrated her nostrils, the intoxicating smell of his minty breath and aftershave made her head a little fuzzy.

“I wanted to apologize about the other night,” His words caught her off guard, furrowing her eyebrows, eyeing him curiously. “I had no idea that your mom had passed- I swear if I did I wouldn’t have brought her up.”

“You shouldn't have brought her up regardless, Malfoy…Because, last I checked, you were making fun of me. Not my mom. Just me. And, I-I know that you especially should know how I feel about my family,” She choked out at him, shoving her quill into her bag as she began to pack up her belongings.Get yourself together, don’t show him that he’s getting to you. Draco had his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyeing the young girl who was close to tears. “If you have nothing else to say, then I best be on my way-”

“Please… just hear me out,”

“...you have 1 minute.”

“Okay, look, I know that what I did was messed up. I promise, I didn’t mean to. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. And about detention, I heard what she did, and fuck, I am so so sorry.” Draco ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous manner, his eyes never once leaving hers.

“...do you remember that one time you caught me crying in the women’s restroom?”

“...yes.”

“And how you comforted me, asking me how in the world I was in the wrong restroom, and how I went on a rant about my father and what he was planning on doing.”

“Yes, but what does this have to do with-”

“He did it. He went through with his plan… a-and I was a mess, which really doesn’t excuse my actions, but I didn’t know how else to deal with that. So, I took it out on you. I just wanted someone else to feel what I was feeling at that moment,” Draco breathed out, his eyes glistening as he eyed the girl who was standing across from him. She gasped almost inaudibly, feeling her heart ache at the blonde's words. Timidly reaching a hand out, grasping his shaking hand in hers softly holding it.

“Draco… I am so sorry.”

“No, please don’t apologize. I brought this on myself. But, I just wanted you to understand a little bit of why I was acting the way that I was. This still doesn’t right my wrongs. But, I want to make it up  to you. For helping me when I had no one… and for not telling anybody what I told you,” 

“Draco, you don’t have to-”

“But I want to. That’s the difference. Anything at all. You name it. I will give it to you,” She chewed on her bottom lip in thought, only one possible answer coming to mind. You better think this through, this is your one chance she thought to herself, fiddling with the hem of her satchel. 

“I would like… a new scarf,”

“A scarf?”

“Yes. Once I get a scarf then I’ll pretend like this never happened.” Her sincere eyes gazed up at him, who stood there dumbfounded. He was fully prepared to hand over his first born if he had to. “But, the only condition is that it has to be the softest scarf to ever exist. And, it has to be from the muggle shops,”

“I-I… okay,”

“Great… Now, how about I treat us to some butterbeers?”

“No, no. Allow me, it’s the least I can do.” He offered, to which she gladly agreed with a small smile making its way onto her face. The pair of them made their way down the stone steps with a growing smile on both of their faces. 

“So… I can’t make it-”

“Nope. I want it to be exactly like the ones my mom used to buy me,”

“But how am I supposed to-”

“That’s up to you to figure out, Malfoy,”

authors note: thank you so much for this request lovely! please let me know if it's to your standards, and if you would like to request and wanted to give any extra details of what you would like me to add, feel free! i had so much fun writing this, sorry it took me so long to get back to you. lots of love <3

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

chance | l. ackerman x reader

everything about her seemed to attract every type of person.

people younger.

people older.

people of the same sex.

people of the opposite.

but she paid no mind.

her only mission in life was to kill these titans and to get your life back to normal. and until she did that, she would push every person aside.

or so she thought.

she had never understood how people could do stupid things like putting themselves at risk for love, it wasn't until that someone came into her life and showed her how to fix that part of her that she finally understood. that the feeling of loving someone was too good to let go. and she was gonna make sure that no one would ever hurt her or her loved one until she died.

word count: 1,151 words

warnings: gore, cursing

part 2 here!

—————————— ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ——————————

 A loud grunt left her lips as she flung her whole body towards the titan coming her way, twirling mid air until she was face to face with the nape of its neck. The wind slapped her face harshly, digging her blades into its neck feeling every inch of it as she sliced his skin, swiping as hard as she could to her left. The sight of its chunk of skin flinging off merely satisfied her, jerking back as her ODM gear latched itself into a wall behind her. The 10 meter titan collapsed on the floor almost as quickly as it had appeared. Without letting her guard down she proceeded to go on foot landing on a nearby roof, running as quickly as she could from rooftop to rooftop in search of any other titan. 

The scouts were trying to make sure no titans came anywhere close to Eren who was a bit preoccupied with a boulder on his back. Suri wasn't entirely sure how this all came to be, but she was choosing to ignore it until after they had plugged up the wall.

She knew Eren.

She knew that boy would never do anything to harm any of them, so she wasn’t worried. 

“Hey! What’s got your head in the clouds, pumpkin?” Jean shouted, landing not so effortlessly beside the girl. She rolled her eyes, not letting her stride falter.

“Don’t worry about it, Kirstein. Also- what?”

“I thought it was cute,”

“Well, you thought wrong.” She huffed, brushing her hair out of her face, her eyes scanning her surroundings. Jean smirked at the stern look in her face, facing forward. The pair of you broke into a sprint, the hissing of her gear was all that was heard as she sped in the direction of a 7 meter titan making his way towards Connie. 

“Hyah!” She screamed, allowing her body to put as much of her frustration into that hit making the titan fall down a gush of steam slapping her face. Connie spun on his heel, a shocked expression etched on his lips. Without halting her movements feeling the burning sensation of titan blood on her face, “You have to be more careful, Springer!” 

The wind was twirling her hair, making it almost impossible to see. She angrily huffed, coming to a stop on a stone pillar. Hurriedly throwing her hair up into a tight bun so it couldn’t get in her line of vision. 

“Watch out!” The sound of someone screaming near her made her freeze, jumping up into the air. She looked down at her feet, noticing that a titan hand had narrowly missed her by less than an inch. Shaking her head at her recklessness, latching her hook onto a nearby building, arching her body backwards as she flung yourself into a ready position. Twirling her blades in her hands, effortlessly hitting its nape sending the smiling freak tumbling face first. Bits of rubble found their way flying towards her cheek, leaving small cuts as she sped off towards the remaining scouts. 

“What happened to being more careful-”

“Connie, respectfully, I will shove my foot up your ass if you finish that sentence of yours.”

“How do you know he isn’t into that?” Jean retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. A small smile made its way onto her lips as she eyed the buzzed boy whose mouth was wide open. Suri leaned over and shut it for him, ruffling the small strands of hair he had on his head. 

“He’s only jokin’”

“No I wasn’t-”

“Kirstein, I swear to god.” She rolled her eyes at the sandy haired boy, who chuckled at her threat. At this point she had managed to wipe out all the titans nearby, her hands dropping slightly as she adjusted her grip on them. “I wonder how many more titans there are left…”

“I mean if we’re not counting the 50 over by where Armin is, then I’d say 0.” Connie sighed, eyeing her frame as she turned your head to see where Armin had led all the titans. A small wince left her lips at the sight of all of their clamoring hands pawing at the wall.

“I wouldn’t say 0 quite yet, Springer.” Jean interjected, tapping his sword against hers gaining her attention. She turned to face him, who was nodding in the direction of Eren. 

“Fuck me…” The three of you had caught sight of five 10 meter titans that had just marched in through the entrance. Throwing her head back a groan leaving her lips, readying herself to take off.  “Don’t get yourselves killed. If you die, I’m reincarnating you just to kill you myself.”

“You be safe too, Suri!”

A bubble of laughter left her lips, throwing herself off the rooftop, her ODM gear latching onto a concrete wall sending her body flying towards the titans.

The familiar sensation of the wind slapping her calmed her in a way, keeping her attentive to her actions, eyes never once leaving the approaching limbs.

One thing that Suri bragged about when it came to being a cadet, was how agile she was while flying.

She was one of the fastest, along with Mikasa. The two girls had never failed to impress. Her swiftness and ability to kill titans like she was sleeping was a god given gift. Every ounce of her strength went into every strike, while making it look effortless. 

“Why don’t you assholes fucking die?” She growled under her breath, her blades down by your knees. 

The sound of her gas hissing caught the attention of 3 of them, their huge eyes eyeing her like a carcass of meat. Smiling at the sight of them, swinging herself around them as a way of taunting them. 

They all had the same fucking look in their eyes. Hunger. She didn’t know why, but seeing those 3 helpless titans swing their limbs in every attempt to grab her filled her with so much rage. Swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, wetting it as she hovered above them.

Suri shot her hook straight across them, flinging up into the air a loud laugh leaving her lips. I hope you assholes rot in hell.  

Leaving her swords to her right as she sped by them, the sound of her blades cutting through their flesh was like music to her ears as each one dropped right after the other.

Their blood coated her head to toe the stinging sensation from their boiling blood made her wince, wiping it off the corner of her mouth in disgust discarding the chipped swords.

The sound of Eren howling to her right made her tense up, watching as he flung the boulder into the entrance, a humongous gust of dirt and rubble flying towards her. The sound of people cheering sent a wave of relief over her, locking her swords back in place proceeding to fly down to where Levi was currently standing over a titans dead body.

“-tell me what the hell I’m looking at."

authors note: hey lovelies! im starting a new series about aot, and i really hope y'all enjoy it. i've been kinda experimenting with a bunch of new things and new ways of writing so hopefully all goes good! feedback and requests are always welcome!

Me when I finish a show but I was emotionally attached to the characters so now I don’t know what to do with myself anymore:

Cinnamon, Chamomile and Cedar Part 2

word count: 3,129 words (i got carried away again)

warnings: smut!!, fluff, mentions of death

part 1 here!

A small moan left Erwin's lips as he felt the brunette bite down on the exposed skin on his neck, his body flushed against the alley wall his hands holding Azaleas waist as close to his body as he could. Licking a stripe over the bruises she left on the Commanders exposed skin, feeling a surge of pride wash over her at the sight of her marks coating him.

"Holy- you feel so good."

Erwin breathed out, cupping her cheeks in his calloused hands crashing their lips together. Moaning into his mouth at the sensation of his tongue taking complete control over the trembling girl, subconsciously grinding her hips against his growing member. Erwin groaned, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth feeling a heat growing in between his legs. 

The pair couldn’t resist the urge to keep their hands off of one another, their bodies on fire from their fingers exploring familiar places. Erwin couldn’t see straight as he mouthed at any sliver of skin he could get his mouth on.

"What I would give to be on my knees right now." 

An almost animalistic growl left his lips, his hands pushing her hips against him in the hopes of creating more friction. Her hands found themselves tangled in his hair tugging at his locks, earning herself another moan from the blonde.

The sound of people nearing made him halt, his glossy eyes trying to see if the people walking by would be able to see him.

Much to his dismay, Azalea hadn't made any advance on stopping her actions a soft moan leaving his mouth at the thought of them being spotted. The sight of their Commander whimpering under their Lieutenants touch sent chills down his spine.

"Lea-"

"Erwin, if you think I'm stopping now. You're mistaken."

Grabbing ahold of his cloak pulling it over his head, easing his fears a bit knowing people wouldn't see his face at first glance. Allowing her trembling hands to wander down grabbing ahold of the tent in his pants, a gasp leaving his lips.

"When's the last time you were touched, honey?" She breathed into his ear planting kisses anywhere she possibly could on his skin, a mumbled mess leaving his lips. Grinning to herself as she eased yourself onto her knees looking up at Erwin's rising chest.

He had a hand tangled into her curly hair and another one lifting his shirt exposing that sculpted body he was hiding. Leaving wet kisses anywhere she could on his torso, enjoying the small noises leaving his parted lips. Erwin groaned as she nipped at his v-line, his hand tightening his hold on her hair earning a whimper in return.

"Azalea! Oh my god, you're alive!"

Connie gasped, dramatically falling to her feet wrapping his arms around her calves nearly making her trip over him, smacking him over his head.

It was too early in the morning for her to be jostled around like this. “Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"You almost killed me! Also, I was just working out with Hange. For like an hour, tops. Stop being overdramatic, Springer." She shook her head at the buzzed boy who just gave her a bland look as she kicked him off of her. He grumbled under his breath crossing his arms as he allowed everyone else to catch up to the two of them. Jean was snickering at the sulking boy, earning a smack over the head from Connie. The boy returned the favor almost right away, hitting Jean a little harder earning a wince from the tall boy.

"Alright, alright. No more hitting each other. Y'all cant afford to lose brain cells y'all don't have," Azalea teased, brushing her hair away from her face. Jean and Connie both gasped loudly at her words, a shocked expression etched onto their faces.

"Hey!-"

"That's all Connie-"

"-shut it, Jean boy! I'm not the one built like a beanstalk-"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW-"

Azalea rolled her eyes at how quickly they turned it onto each other smacking them both upside the head. They both yelped, rubbing their new sore spot from being hit back to back. "The next person who says anything remotely sarcastic will get the workout of their life, understood?"

"Oh really-" Jean started to say before his Captain shot him a death glare, a small hint of pink coated her cheeks.

"You don't want to lose another fight, now do you, Jean." Eren smirked, eyeing the boy who snapped his head towards him. Mikasa pinched the raven haired boy rolling her eyes at his smart mouth, "OW! Mikasa, that fucking hurt,"

"You deserved it," Mikasa scolded, a snort leaving Azalea her eyes leaving the group of kids as she noted a certain Captain making his way over to the bunch. She flashed him a huge grin receiving a small tug of his lips, halting his movement as he had reached them. At the sight of Captain Levi, all of the scouts immediately straightened themselves out, well everyone except Eren.

"Captain. How can I help you this evening?"

"I was wondering if I could steal you, Captain. I have some paper work that I need your opinion on." Levi mused, blowing a puff of air moving his hair out of his face rather expertly. Azalea nodded, excusing herself from the Scouts finding a space next to Levi making their way towards his office. A comforting silence overtook them, enjoying the sounds of the gravel under their shoes. "Hopefully I wasn't interrupting anything important, was I?"

"No! Not at all. Just Connie attaching himself to my feet and crying-"

"-excuse me?-"

"-I'm not really sure, I tend to ignore him whenever I can. I think he has a small girl crush," She chuckled, brushing her curls away from her face feeling her nose tickle from her long strands of hair, " that boy concerns me at times."

"Only at times?" Levi questioned, looking down at the brunette. She laughed at his comment, nudging the boy playfully. He let a small smile grace his lips, eyeing her curls bouncing around as she practically skipped down the street.

Azalea went into a spiel of how she noticed that Levi hadn't drank at the party, wanting to know if her drink wasn't up to his standards. Levi was caught off guard by her question, considering the party had been 2 nights ago, and due to the fact that everyone was pretty trashed he assumed no one was paying attention to him as per usual.

"Look, I'm not saying you had to like the drink. But, I wanted to know if you tried it all. If you did, don't tell me if you hated it, you don't understand how long it took me to make that shit," She winced thinking about the hours she had spent on wringing out all the fruits, shivering at the thought of doing that again. Levi let out a small laugh, catching the attention of the brunette whose eyes gleamed at the noise that left his lips. "You've always had such a pretty laugh.. I just wish I heard it more often," 

Levi froze at the words that left her lips, feeling a warmth wash over his face knowing his cheeks must be blazing red. He was still really bad at hiding his emotions from the brunette, having not heard a compliment from anyone like that in a while.

"Tch, you're full of it," He quickened his pace as he neared his office door, struggling to open the door yanking it open a small hint of red coating his fair skin. Azalea rolled her eyes at his smart remark nudging an elbow playfully at his lean frame, ruffling his hair as she made her way inside plopping down in her usual seat. The raven haired boy let out a small grunt as he sat down on the opposite side of his seat which was right next to her. 

The pair had always had a really close relationship, ever since before their rookie years. They both had grown up in The Underground, where she had taken him under his wing, as much as he likes to argue that statement. She had been there with him through every single loss, including those of their closest friends. After that night, they became even more inseparable than before. Levi at first tried to push her away in fear of getting his heartbroken, but she wouldn't let him, not even for one second.

"Levi, you can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" He spat, his eyes ablaze. Azalea ran her hands through her hair, sending the raven haired boy a look. 

 Azalea was tired of the boy avoiding her, so she went and sought him out and found him out on the training grounds. He had been taking all of his frustrations on a training pad they had that was meant to only handle a couple hits at a time, but she figured from the tearing on the pad that he had been punching it for quite awhile. Levi's hair was sticking to his forehead, glowering at her from where she stood.

"You know exactly what. I know it's not just a coincidence that you shut me out the second we had their funeral.-"

"Do not bring them up."

"I have and I will," She took a step towards the boy, grasping his shoulders and turned him to face her. Levi did so angrily, his hand clenched at his sides as she bore her eyes into his the tension between the pair only thickened, "We promised, Levi. You promised me... after we lost both of our parents, you told me that you would be by my side no matter what."

Her comment made the boy shut his eyes, physically trembling under her touch as he reminisced on all of their memories together. He remembered making that promise to her like it was yesterday. 

And just like that, by letting that one memory slip, they all came flooding in. 

All of the inside jokes between him and Furlan, someone who he considered to be a brother.

Spending countless nights listening to Isabel complain about how she wanted to go back to only worrying about boys.

And Azalea.

The girl who never let her smile fade even through all of their hardships and made sure a smile was always on Levi's lips. The one who kept him going, his only reason for being.

A rack of sobs made their way out of his parted lips, feeling the brunette wrap her arms fully around him hugging her back as tightly as he could. He slowly slid down the wall behind him, the pair of them finding a spot on the ground,

"I-I'm sorry... I can't lose you. You're the last thing I have,"

"I know, honey. I know." She mumbled into his hair, rubbing his back comfortingly. Levi nuzzled into her neck, his tears managing to soak through her thin shirt. For the next several hours, they spent laying down on the ground hand in hand as they discussed any other fears they had for the future.

"I wanted to know what your thoughts were on this formation. Erwin told me he had a lot on his plate, so of course he decided to throw even more on mine."

He huffed, motioning with his head at the neat stack of folders on his desk. Azalea's eyes refocused on the boys moving lips in front of her shaking off the heavy memory, just now taking notice of the arrange of papers by her hands , not only that but how neatly scattered everything was. It was as if Levi had taken time out of his day to organize each file as he came across it. There were about 2 other filing cabinets in the room, which she assumed were also full of things Levi had to be in charge of for Erwin. Im going to kill that boy, she thought to herself before taking a peek down at the pieces of papers he was holding in front of him. 

After getting a couple issues out of the way, the slender boy offered to make her some tea. Azalea couldn't possibly say no to the boy, who already had the tea bags in his hand, his cape bellowing behind him as he made a move to set it on the back of his office chair. She couldn't help herself, allowing her eyes to stare at him knowing this was one of his favorite things to do. 

Azalea couldn't deny that the Captain was absolutely breathtaking, with his steely eyes and that silky raven hair that framed his face beautifully. His hair was getting quite long, wanting nothing more than to play with his hair. She used to watch Levi cut his own hair, but once after injuring himself he allowed her to cut his hair. But just once, he told her. She brushed it off, happily spending most of that time playing with his hair.

She definitely didn't let the fact that the workouts they had been doing were paying off, especially on Levi. The brunette knew he was fit, but it wasn't until recently when she saw the boy shirtless, that she truly took notice of how strong that boy actually was. She'd seen him shirtless countless times before, but the definition now was definitely more evident. Every inch of that boy looked like it was sculpted by a god above, his back was absolutely shredded, making all of those god forsaken button ups fit him tight.

After a couple minutes of a comfortable silence, more like a couple minutes of Azalea sitting there with her fist in her mouth as she thought about her actions with the Commander and the boy in front of her. Levi had finally turned back around locking eyes with Azaleas big brown eyes which were absolutely locked down on his. She flashed him a small smile snapping out of her trance, waving at the boy as if she hadn't been eyeing him this whole time. He handed her a cup of his favorite tea his eyebrow slightly raised, allowing his fingers to slightly ghost over hers as she grabbed her cup a small thanks leaving her lips. A brief thought came to mind as he watched her lips come in contact with his tea cup blowing softly to cool it down, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. Levi, get your shit together.

"I remember you practically throwing up a tea that I made so I went and bought some sweeteners since you don't appreciate real tea-"

"Oh, shut up. That is so not true-"

"-but here you go. Please don't spit this out. I just cleaned." Levi teased, ruffling her hair as she just pouted and sulked. The boy chuckled, taking a sip of his tea enjoying the slight burn it left as it ran down his throat letting out a satisfied hum. 

"Thank you, honey."

"It's nothing, Lea. Just a little peach syrup. Your favorite," He flushed pink as she kissed his cheek taking a seat attempting to hide his reddening cheeks with his cup, nearly spilling it down his shirt as he awaited her response. Get ahold of yourself, you little bitch.

"Oh wow... I think I just drooled a little," Azalea wiped the corner of her mouth, earning a chuckle from the boy across from her. "This tastes absolutely lovely Levi. I swear, they get better every time you make them. And I truly am sorry, I don't mean to be a priss I just can't handle bitter things. At least I don't like coffee right?"

"Tch, I wouldn't be in the same room as you if you liked coffee. Coffee breath is absolutely awful."

Azalea giggled, taking a sip of the tea humming happily as she motioned for the boy to sit next to her. She shivered lightly at the temperature in the room, wanting nothing more than to wrap herself up in her bed.

"You cold?"

"Yes. Your room is fucking freezing,"

Azalea shivered even harder, clutching the cup of tea closer to her chest. Levi chuckled to himself at how fast she grew cold shaking his head at her, reaching over to grab his cloak off of his desk chair draping it over her shoulders gingerly. Azalea thanked him nudging his arm softly, feeling the warmth of the cloak warming her up.

His familiar scent infiltrated her nostrils, taking a second longer to embrace the scent of chamomile and soap. She loved how soft his scent was compared to his harsh demeanor, eyeing the raven haired boy as he smiled at her all cozy.

He scooted his chair over slightly, so their knees were brushing to see if she would scoot any closer to warm up. And she did. Practically entwining their legs together, sighing contently at his warm legs. She leaned against his shoulder, sipping from her drink happily.

"This gesture is almost as sweet as that one time you let me use your hood due to the rain, back when we had no clue what the hell we were doing. You were absolutely drenched."

"It was nothing... and by the way, there was never a point where I never knew what I was doing. " He brushed it off, eyeing her as her hand found his rubbing it with her thumb a soft silence overcome them. He sipped generously on his hot drink, eyeing her face contort into a look of amusement a soft chuckle leaving both of their lips.

It had been a couple months since they had been able to fully relax and let their guard down around each other, so to be in her comforting embrace was nice. Levi felt his worries falter for a little bit, as he stared at the girl who was swirling her drink around.

"Of course it is! You were sick for weeks!"

"I don't remember that. Are you sure that was me?"

"Oh, don't even start that bull, Levi." She scoffed, punching his leg playfully. Levi chuckled into her hair, allowing himself to wrap an arm around the back of her chair who nuzzled into his shoulder. "You're in a good mood today. Any special occasion?"

"You ruined it," He rolled his eyes, quick to remove his arm, which made her groan throwing her head back as a breeze found her. Azalea knew better than to point it out whenever Levi was being touchy or being nice, or else it'll make him snap out of it and immediately retract himself. "I just- I missed you. I hadn't been able to properly hangout with you, so I just feel really nice right now. It's kind of weird to describe,"

"I know what you mean," She mumbled, brushing a small droplet of tea off of her shirt. "What if we make it a routine?"

"A routine?"

"Yes, Levi, a routine. We can do this as many time as you'd like. Once a month, once a week. Twice a month, twice a week-"

"How does twice a week sound? We can do Monday and Sunday, Saturday and Sunday, Tuesday or Thursday? " Levi cut her off before she continued her rant, eyeing her curiously. She looked up at him a small smile on her lips, contemplating his offer. "Or if that's too many times-"

"Oh no, no, not at all. If anything I'm surprised you didn't say every day. You scared you're gonna get tired of me, sweet cheeks?" She teased reaching up and pinching Levi's cheeks, to which he slapped her hands away a pink coating his cheeks a small frown etched on his face. "Aw, poor baby-"

A small pause followed her statement, a small smile making its way onto her lips as she eyed the tea leaves in her cup waiting for the huffing boy to say something.

"Azalea, I'm gonna throw up on you."

"No you won't."

"You're not wrong."