#freddy.response

SEND ME A ¥ AND A COMMAND AND MY MUSE HAS TO OBEY. || NOT ACCEPTING

❝YOU NEEDN’T ASK FOR one, dear.❞

A CHALLENGE SUDDENLY THRUST upon them from Miss Woods to see if they were truly as friendly as they claim to be; yet the concept of sharing pocky together only made Freddy wonder if this were some kind of joke. It almost reminded him of something he’d do with Martha, not with a man he’d constantly referred to as “cockroach”; and especially given they weren’t even the slightest bit romantic with each other! 

However, he had to swallow his pride and accept this (and probably deal with Emma’s inevitable teasing after the ordeal).

As the pocky was eaten bit by bit they grew closer and closer, and the heat from Kreacher’s face was almost enough to cause a sweat down the back of Freddy’s neck...almost. As the last portion was finished off he had felt a pair of soft lips against his own, but it hadn’t lasted long before the thief pulled back and they’re once again locking eyes with each other.

Of course he’d have to one-up him.

❝I barely tasted any of the chocolate, c’mere-❞

He hadn’t waited for a response before lips press up against Kreacher’s roughly in an attempt to taste whatever chocolate remained on the thief’s lips. He could sense the man shaking as the kiss continued, and a few seconds pass before Freddy pulls back completely.

IT BECAME A REGULAR HABIT of the lawyer’s to not attend dinner whilst Kreacher was there; the sight of him alone was enough to make Freddy lose his appetite, and it didn’t help that he had to share a table with such a cockroach. 

Despite his hatred, he would unfortunately have to cooperate tonight. The four of them had several matches ahead of them and Freddy would only slow everyone down if he left on an empty stomach. A single digit moves to push up his glasses as he comes to a stand, moving past Emma and toward the dining hall.

A SUDDEN WEIGHT PRESSES against his shoulder and the intense scent of Vera’s perfume overwhelms his nostrils, briefly catching Freddy off-guard amidst his silent reading. Yet his body didn’t move an inch, making sure his lover’s form wasn’t disturbed as dark hues look toward her direction from the corner of his eye. Although her eyes were shut her breathing appeared normal, and with that confirmation would he return back to his book until gloved digits wrap around his own. 

For a man so familiar with such simple affection, a pink hue begins to spread across pale cheeks and he begins to doubt if he’ll finish this chapter with how distracted he’s become. Carefully reaching for his bookmark does he place the novel onto the table, sighing to himself as he leans against the perfumer.

THE SUDDEN REALIZATION THAT he’d left the house without gloves only came after arriving at Bella’s own home, noticing that intense burning as his tendons attempted to regain feeling. Perhaps it had been easily noticeable as Bella’s fingers suddenly curl around his own, offering a gentle squeeze to his near frozen digits.

❝DO YOU THINK I’M an idiot, Aesop? You were injured therefore you moronically got the hunter off of you by bringing him to me; and if I’m not mistaken you had your coffin up as well! Is your head even in the game?❞

Such a slip-up nearly ended up in Freddy being chaired, something not easily forgiven whilst in a match. Huff exhales past his lips as he rubs at his temple, an attempt to calm himself before anger got the better of him.

EMERGENCY FLUFF AND SOFTNESS STARTERS || ACCEPTING

❝I HADN’T REALIZED MY gloves were forgotten inside my apartment..❞