#dfel_creation

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 1,174

Fluff (with a tiny bit of NSFW)

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You and Harry were on night watch inside the school building. It was only as of late that you both had started flirting with each other during your patrols. Subtle gestures of affection exchanged between the both of you were now the norm.

Tonight was no different from the previous night watches.

You and Harry were both walking down one of the hallways when you notice that the moon was full and bright.

“How beautiful is the moon tonight?” You look out the window in awe of its serenity. You could feel Harry’s presence next to you; his gaze was not at the moon but fixated on something else. You turn to look at him; your (e/c) eyes meet with his amethyst ones.

“What?” You ask shyly, feeling a little flustered from the way he was looking at you.

“You look like a goddess under the moonlight.” He reaches out to tuck a piece of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. You giggle at his reply and quickly turn your head away trying to hide the heat of your blush that was creeping upon your cheeks.

“That was horribly corny, Harry!”

The corner of his lips curl into a smug little smile and Harry shrugs his shoulders, unapologetic at his cheesy comment. He took a step closer towards you and you couldn’t help but lock eyes with him. His gaze lingering down to your now parted lips and a small breath of anticipation escapes the both of you.

“Argh!” Harry suddenly gasps.

Startled, your eyes widen at his form. He was pressing a hand to his temple, the look of pain searing across his face. His shoulders tense and you knew instantly what was happening.

“Another one?” You ask gently, concern resonating in your voice. He nods slightly. You reach out to his right side and link your hand with his; caressing his arm with the other. “Let’s head back then. You need to rest.”

You could see that this migraine had hit him pretty hard and you guide Harry back to his classroom ending the patrol early.

After reporting your night watch to everyone in classroom 1-C, you return to Harry’s room hoping that the migraine had subsided.

You knock on the door. “Harry? Is it alright if I come in?”

You didn’t hear a response from him. Worried, you let yourself in and see Harry in the middle of the room, his body curled into a foetal position and cradling his head with both of his hands on the floor. He groans from the pain and your heartaches seeing him so helpless.

You close the door behind you and walk towards Harry. Taking your jacket off you sit beside him, crossing your legs together. You start folding your jacket several times into a makeshift pillow and place it in your lap.

Hopefully, this will help ease the migraine a little, you think to yourself.

“Wh-what are you d-doing, (Y/N)? You should go and g-get some rest. I’ll be f-fine. This will pass. Happens all the t-time.”

Harry staggers to sit up and gives you a weak smile trying his best to hide the grimace that was present on his face.

You give him a sympathetic look and without even thinking, you reach out and run your fingers through his soft silver hair.

“Please, Harry. Let me help!” Giving him a gentle smile, you pat your hands on your jacket welcoming him to lie down in your lap.

Harry lets out a soft chuckle, “Fine...You win.”

He nestles his head on your jacket and closes his eyes.

Feeling a little triumphant, you smile to yourself and place both your hands on either side of his head and start massaging all over his scalp. You work your hands simultaneously as you make circular motions down his neck and then up again. Kneading his temples soothingly, trying not to aggravate the migraine any further.

This is the first time you’ve done anything so... intimate. But it felt natural to touch, to nurture, and to adore him. Whatever this is, whatever you were feeling right now, you didn’t want it to end.

Harry let out a sigh of relief, lips curling into a relaxed and beautiful smile. You couldn’t help but admire his handsome features. The moonlight through the windows made him even more so. Your eyes linger to his supple lips as you begin to wonder how it would feel against your own.

Harry’s eyes open, eyelids hooded, he catches your gaze once more.

“(Y/N)...”

You’ve never heard him say your name with such sweetness before. Another blush paints across your cheeks.

You stop massaging as he reaches up to caress your cheek. With a feather-like touch, Harry traces his thumb along your cheekbone and down your jaw. Feeling the warmth of his hand, you let out a hum. Closing your eyes as you lean into his touch.

“Yeah?” You reply to him softly.

Harry props himself on to his elbow, tilting his head up to meet yours. He keeps his hand on your cheek and you could feel his breath against your lips. Your heart begins to pound in your chest with anticipation. Hoping and yearning for his next move.

“Thank you, for being here with me.” You felt his lips brush against yours as he whispers.

You give him a shy smile. However, this time you have no intention of hiding away.

Harry then traces his thumb along the bottom of your lips, staring at them with lust in his eyes.

“(Y/N)...”

Your name rolls off his tongue with such sensuality that it sends shivers up your spine. You reply with a breathy, “Yes?”

The gentleness of his lips finally meets yours. He slides his hand from your cheek to the nape of your neck and kisses you deeply. Slow, sensual, and full of desire that ignites your entire body.

Harry soon breaks away from your lips and immediately, you miss him.

He presses his forehead against yours and nuzzles his nose on your own, giving you little Eskimo kisses. His hooded eyes lock with yours and a gorgeous wide grin is present on his face. You let out a giggle, feeling giddy at what had just happened.

“Harry? What are we d-”

Before you could even finish your question, Harry pulls you into another kiss. This time passionate, full of hunger, and need. He caresses his tongue against your lips and your lips begin to part, welcoming him with your own. A dance of dominance in your mouth and you craved for more.

Harry gently guides your body to the floor refusing to part with your lips. He then manoeuvres himself on top of you. You instinctively widen your legs letting him fit into you like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. He presses into your hips. You let out a soft moan; one hand grabbing the front of his t-shirt and the other running through his hair.

Harry pulls away from your lips once again, both of you panting breathlessly.

“Stay.”

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A/N: *squeals*!! My first fanfic! I would love to hear your feedback guys! Reblog to spread the love (pls credit us as well if you are). I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed fantasising about it!

A/N (update): Ok! I’ll stop editing now haha I’m on desktop, so I’m happy with the end result! Final word count is 1,175!

Apparently boys in orange coats are my type now

Ethan watches as she and Harry climb through the window. Hopefully, the gate would be safe. Perhaps she would survive all of this. He looks back at the door, shaking as the zombies push against it ever more violently. Harry liked her too, he would make sure they both survive.

“Shit! I don’t want to die!” Eugene screams over the growing alarm of the bell. It was driving the zombies mad. Looking back at the door Ethan wishes he hadn’t been so blind. He knows who set it off. The person who was causing all of this. Only they had done the experiment. Only they knew about the noise.

“Shut up!” Zion orders as he holds his weapon out. “We just have to hold them off.” Ethan looks back at them. Two high schoolers, one his age, the other so much younger. They didn’t deserve to die here.

“Lawrence.” It was Lawrence who did this, was what he had been meaning to say. Yet his name was the only word Ethan could manage. Zion clearly heard him. The redhead’s eyes grew wide. Without any need for more explanation, Zion had connected the pieces.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard!”

“No you’re not,” Eugene announces bitterly. As the last word leaves the door breaks apart.

All at once Ethan’s life flashes before his eyes. His first baseball game, starting high school, getting on the team, hanging out with his teammates, meeting her. The memories flash through his mind in between swings. Slowly they become tainted by the sight of flying flesh. Eugene shouts, and Ethan takes the risk to look over. He was hiding behind Zion. As the numbers of zombies grew. Before they were trickling through the door and that was easy enough. Now as they all push through they were a swarm.

All Ethan could smell their rotting flesh. He swings his bat wildly in an attempt to clear a path to them. He was almost there when he felt teeth biting through his pant leg. Looking down Ethan tries to shake the zombie off. Half of its face was missing. All of it from the tip of its teeth up until right where an eyebrow would usually be. He doesn’t question how it was still able to move its mouth, or what it met now that he had been bitten. Smashing the bat into’s its head Ethan jumps in front of the others.

He points to the window as he kicks another away. More flashes of better times. He recalls the sight of her face when they found her. So terrified, but not yet ready to die. Neither was he, but after what Lawrence did he doubts there was a way for him to get out of this alive. When Eugene begins to cry he notices the burning sensation of his own face. He doesn’t bother to feel it, there was no time to do anything but fight.

He tries to think of better times. The promise she made of the future. The way her smile was so warm and bright when she saw Judy. How even though she always chose Harry, she still made him feel so special. She didn’t judge him for being silent. Or for the way he always trusted Lawrence.

“Eugene, no!” It was hard to hear Zion between the bell and the zombies. Still, Ethan managed to. His sore eyes look over his shoulder just in time to see Eugene dash for the window.  His small hands grabbing the pane just in time before he was dragged back down. His orange eyes shrinking as they tore him open. The way his mouth opened just a bit before life left him. He didn’t have time to make a noise, but Zion did. He grew so angry. Shouting insanely as he goes into a frenzy. He doesn’t notice when he hits Ethan in the shoulder. Or when he falls.