Could you do like a pansy parkinson x fem reader angst fic idk like shes dating draco but wants you, please? :)
Pansy Parkinson x Fem!Reader
cw: mentions of sex, unrequited love, pride and prejudice quote & reference, angst
You were there every time he made her laugh, and she touched his arm, she kissed his lips, and then when he stole her away to his bed. You sat idly by. Waiting for your turn.
And then, finally, it was. And she was laughing at your jokes, and touching your arm, kissing your lips, and it was you her took her to your bed.
She would tell you every night it was you she wanted, not him. She would say, I wish I could stay here with you forever. But you knew you would get nothing more than whatever it was the two of you were doing when she was tangled in your sheets.
She had crept into your bed late one night, looking for nothing more than the comfort of your body. After a while, when you were sure she was still awake, hoping she was still awake, you asked her, “Pansy, when can I be yours?”
There was a cycle she liked to keep. A pattern you learned. Sometimes she wouldn’t sleep in your bed for weeks; instead, sneak out of the dorm and make her way to his, leaving you with a wet pillow and tissues littering your nightstand.
And just when you thought it was over, the little game of sly looks across the room and the three a.m. sex, she would be there again, and you would be at her beck and call, crawling back to her like it was you who made the mistake of leaving her.
She utterly enraptured you.
And you were utterly in love.
left her pieces of your soul on paper on her nightstand.
That seemed to work for Mr. Darcy. Worked on Elizabeth.
And then the cycle would commence once more.
But having someone — her, in your case — less than one wants is better than nothing. Isn’t it?