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reasonless hatred - george weasley x snape!reader

summary: severus snape's daughter causes him nothing but chaos, hatred where love should be in their relationship. but she is finally given a real reason to hate her father, and she decides to give him one to hate her too. wc: 2.6k+

Severus Snape’s daughter was nothing like her father.

For one, she was beautiful. For two, she sucked at potions. But the thing that made people at Hogwarts realise she wasn’t like her father from the very start? She fought with him nearly every potions lesson they’d had since first year.

It wasn’t too bad at the beginning, with little snippy comments here and there. But as the years went on, it was clear you tolerated your father invading your personal space less and less, so your attitude only worsened by the day. It wasn’t as though you were just being a rebellious, moody teenager though. No, it was the fact that Severus Snape was a terrible father. He strolled into the Slytherin common room whenever he pleased, making sure you had completed your homework and had studied for tests. He stared at you relentlessly at meal times, watching as you enjoyed your time with your friends. He kept tabs on your friends in other houses, sneering whenever he saw you around a hufflepuff student, or worse, a Weasley. He was observant, and listened for rumours through the grapevine, aware of any romantic encounters you had.

But what annoyed you the most? He picked on you during lessons.

“Who can tell me the use of a valerian root in the draught of living death?” Snape inhaled deeply, scanning the room. He frowned. You weren’t raising your hand. In fact, you seemed to busy scribbling down notes he had read out five minutes ago. “Ms. Snape.”

Your head shot up from your paper, and some students smiled at the irritated look on your face. They already knew what this would mean; they were about to have front row seats to a Snape v. Snape brawl.

“You couldn’t pick on anyone else!?”

Your father raises his eyebrows, stating monotonously “You didn’t raise your hand.”

“Exactly! Did you not see how many people did!?”

“I want to know if you know the answer.”

You dropped your quill on your desk, sending ink splatters across the page of your notebook. Slowly, you reached over to close the bottle of ink. Taking a deep breath in, you glanced back up at your vexing father. “I don’t.”

“You should. I taught you.”

“Well sorry I fucking forgot!” Laughter rippled across the room, and people looked eagerly to see what Professor Snape would do next, particularly at the sight of you packing your things up. A call of your name caused you to stiffen, eyes widening as you glared at your father. Your desk mate spluttered next to you, surprised that he had dared to use your first name in front of your peers.

“Sit down and make sure to meet me in detention at 4.”

You laughed whole-heartedly, mockingly, your hands folded over your stomach as you doubled over momentarily. “What, to spend more time with you? No thank you.” And with that you strutted out of class, ignoring the near desperate calls of your name. Snape wasn’t able to wrap up the chaos in his classroom after that, so he let his students go, sighing deeply as he wondered how his relationship with you had gone so wrong.

You didn’t speak to your father one on one until the summer holidays rolled around. You met him at the entrance hall of hogwarts, speaking with the weasley twins when he entered the room, summoning you with a single call of your name. You had rolled your eyes and hugged the twins goodbye, making them promise to keep in touch with you over the holidays. They did.

But apparently, you shouldn’t have asked them to make that promise, because after a quick drop off home, Snape was telling you to pack anything from home you might need over the summer, because you were going to be staying somewhere else.

Nº12 Grimmauld Place.

Angry with your father’s lack of notice, you entered the grim mansion with low expectations, but you immediately perked up at the sound of your favourite twins, lost deep within the house's endless rooms. Ditching your luggage at the entrance, your feet immediately took you towards the sound of their voices, stopping at the door of the kitchen, when you finally laid your eyes on them.

“Well it’s about time.” “We thought you’d never make it.”

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the tall twins, and you ignored just about everyone else in the kitchen as you squealed, arms wide open, running straight into the closest one’s arms. George laughed joyously, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, just enough to spin you around in a quick circle. You were already dizzy when your feet touched the ground again, but Fred was already slamming into you with a rib-crushing hug.

When you were finally released, you had a stupid grin on your face, and you kindly greeted their mother with that same smile. “Sirius, Tonks, this is y/n, she’s Snape’s daughter. Remus, you’re already familiar.”

“Hiya Professor Lupin.”

Both jaws dropped animatedly as you greeted your old professor. They couldn’t believe it. They had just seen a normal teenage girl run in with the widest of smiles to greet her best friends, only for them to find out her father was the man they had never seen drop the frown from his face?

Snape appeared in the kitchen’s doorway with your luggage by his side, and his usual frown. “Leaving your things lying around is disrespectful.”

“Bloody hell, a girl can’t say hello to someone without being scolded.”

He sighed, turning his attention to Sirius, whose scowl had returned to his face. “Where is she staying?” But before Sirius could speak, you were talking again. “She? Like me alone? Without you?” Though you tried to maintain neutral, there was hope in your tone that couldn’t be denied.

“Alone. I’m going to be working for majority of the time, into the nights as well. Dumbledore insisted it’s not safe for you to be alone.” There was a pang in your chest at his words. Dumbledore cared more about your safety than he did. You nodded. Sirius stood up, having seen the sudden change of look on your face. “I’ll show her up.”

Your father nodded, spinning on his heels and disappearing down the hallway. The front door opened then slammed shut, without so much as a goodbye. Clearing your throat uncomfortably, you looked back at the twins, a smile tugging at your lips again.

It was going to be a good summer.

“We’ll come up with you.” They said in sync, following you and Sirius down the hallway. As you reached the bottom of the staircase, George snatched your luggage from you, instantly lifting it and beginning his trek up the stairs. You hummed, failing to notice the smile on Sirius’s face. “You’ll be in here.” Sirius mumbled, knocking on the door twice. You furrowed your eyebrows, but a familiar voice called out “Come in!” and you weren’t so worried anymore.

Hermione was sat on a large queen bed, her back leaning on the headboard. Ron was sat at the foot of the bed, his head rolled back on the wall. They seemed to be having a hushed conversation. Hermione smiled widely at the sight of you, jumping up from her place on the bed.

“You’re here!”

“I’m sorry, am I the only one who wasn’t aware I was going to be coming?” You asked as you pulled the younger girl into a hug. “It seems that way. Mrs. Weasley told us when we got here.” You hummed, making space for George to roll your luggage into the room. When he did, he swung a lazy arm over your shoulder, tugging you closer to him. “You two can have your privacy, this one’s going to be in our room until the late night hours.” You crinkled your nose at the suggestive but joking way he said it, letting him dragging you out of the room and down the hall.

“Thank you Mr. Sirius!” You called out. Sirius was flabbergasted, and he looked back into the room to the two teenagers he trusted the most in this house. “Do we like her?” Sirius asked in a stage whisper, and both Hermione and Ron nodded in sync.

“We love her. We hate her father. She does too.”

Sirius trusted the words that had come out of Hermione’s mouth, yet he couldn’t bring himself to believe you truly hated your father until he saw it for himself. Luckily for him, it was only the next night when signs of your torn relationship began showing.

You were sat in the kitchen with Fred, George and Sirius, giggling at one of their silly stories whilst you sipped at a cup of tea before bed. You really enjoyed spending time in the kitchen. It seemed to be the most lived in, and Mrs. Weasley had clearly made an impression on it, bringing her homeyness into the otherwise cold mansion. You didn’t mind it though. It had people, which was more than you could say about your own house.

Busy admiring George as he recalled bits of the story, you barely caught the pointed look Fred shot your look of appreciation. You glared at him quickly and Sirius laughed — not because of George’s story. The doorway to the kitchen was suddenly occupied, and you barely caught sight of your father brooding. You stiffened up, looking at him with a blank stare.

“Have you eaten?” You nodded wordlessly to answer his question, noticing how all chatter in the kitchen came to a pause. “Have you started your homework?”

“Homework?” You scoffed in amusement, furrowing your eyebrows at him to say ‘you can’t be serious’.

“You have N.E.W.Ts this year.”

“It’s the first day of summer holiday.”

“Don’t waste your time doing nothing.”

“I’m not planning on it. We’ve decided to go swimming tomorrow.” Sirius nearly chuckled at your sassy tone.

“That’s not what I meant. Focus on your studies.”

“None of my bloody teachers have set me any homework!”

“I have.” You rolled your eyes, mumbling a response under your breath as you turned your gaze to the wooden table. “What was that?” Snape snapped, and your head shot back in his direction.

“I said of course you did! That’s why none of your students like you!”

“Excuse me for wanting my students to pass.”

“Then how come so many of them are failing?” Snape huffed in the doorway, and Sirius saw the way his fingers twitched in annoyance.

“You won’t see me for a couple of days.” It was only when he apparated away that you mumbled “Good”, shoving your chin to rest on your closed fist.

“Is everything okay in here? I heard arguing?” Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared in the exact spot your father had just disappeared from, a concerned look on your face. “Snape.” You replied in unison with the twins, and Molly wiped her hands down on the skirt of her dress, walking into the kitchen to place her caring hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” You nodded, busying yourself by tracing shapes on the dark wood.

Molly hesitated, glancing at her two sons who just shook their heads. She sighed, leaving the room. George swayed to the side, gently pushing you with the force of his body. “Oh, lighten up. Two days without him is great!”

“We will go swimming though, right?” George grinned, hand gripping the bottom of your chair to drag it closer to his. You squealed, throwing your arms up in surprise, but relaxed as his arm settled around your shoulders.

“This behaviour keeps up with his track record.” Sirius muttered, mostly to himself. “What, you mean, just the fact that he’s been a grump all his life?” Sirius shrugged at your question, adding “Well yeah, and there’s the fact that… You know.”

You exchanged looks with the twins, shaking your head. “Nope.” “The war…” Sirius hinted, squinted his eyes. At the blank stares he received, his eyes widened. You didn’t know. About your father being a death-eater. “Never mind.”

“Well, now you’ve got to tell us.”

“I shouldn’t”

“Well you brought it up, so you should.”

Sirius chuckled, your teenage girl stubbornness and logic reminding him of his old school friends. But his amusement didn’t last long. How was he supposed to tell a girl her father worked for Voldemort once upon a time?

“It’s not my place to say.”

“If it’s about my father, I deserve to know.”

He didn’t want to risk Mrs. Weasley being disappointed in him. Oh well. “He used to work for He Who Must Not Be Named. He has the mark.” The sharp intake of breath that came from you was loud, and your eyes widened in shock. “You promise?”

“I prom- I, yeah, I’ve seen it.” You pushed your chair back with a loud scrape, and looked at the ground to avoid having them see the tears gradually filling in your eyes as you put your mug in the sink. Silently, you fled the room, holding in the tears until you slammed the door to your room shut. Sitting on your bed, you sniffled loudly, only accepting the fact that tears were falling down your cheeks when you realised that Hermione wasn’t in the room.

You jumped when the door creaked open, wiping at your eyes frantically, but you softened up when you saw it was only George, an apologetic look on his face. “I’m coming in, you know.” You managed to laugh between sobs, patting the empty space next to you on the bed. George climbed up, opening his arms so you could fall into his chest, trying to ease your breathing. “I can’t believe it.” You admitted to him, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry. Sirius is too. He didn’t mean to upset you.” “I’m glad he told me.” You hiccuped, pulling away to look at George. He was so sweet to you, and he looked so worried about you, concerned for your wellbeing. “I’ll get over it in like five minutes, don’t worry.” George chuckled, watching as you reached for your bed side table to grab a couple of tissues, blowing your nose wetly.

“At least I really have a reason to hate him now.”

“Should probably give him a real reason for him to hate you too.” You giggled at George’s words and moved to sit facing him, criss crossing your legs. “You know,” You started, an idea suddenly forming in your head. “There’s not a single student in our year group he hates to teach more than you and your brother.” “Apart from you.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t exactly kiss myself to spite him.” George straightened up at your words, his face falling into a serious expression. “Just to spite him?”

“Well, there’s other reasons I’d like to kiss you, but I’m using this one as an excuse.” You gasped as George lunged towards you to slam his lips onto yours, but the sound quickly turned into a moan of satisfaction as you gripped the soft cotton of his jumper. George’s lips moulded against yours, moving in a perfect rhythm before they were suddenly pulling away from you to take a panting breath of air.

You swallowed thickly, suddenly standing up. “Give me two minutes, I need to go thank Sirius.” And George sat in amazement as you skipped down the stairs and trudged into the kitchen. Sirius spun around from where he was washing the dishes, going completely still as you threw your arms around him and mumbled a grateful “Thank you.” Before you retraced your steps out of the kitchen and back up to stairs to take as many kisses from George as he would let you.

“What?” Sirius asked, mostly to himself, eyes glued to the doorway you had just walked out from. “Oh, I bet they kissed.”

And kissed you did. At least, until Hermione returned to the room and you had to push the boy off you.

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→ Crush!Cedric

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⋆ Crush!Cedric! You and Cedric are Hogwarts’ golden children — smart, kind, good at everything, universally liked. Prefects. Model students. Top marks. You’re competitive — but in that charged, charged way where it’s obvious you both love the game. Everyone always says: “If anyone ends up together, it’ll be them.” You pretend to roll your eyes. He turns pink behind the ears every single time.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! There’s always tension. Always. You argue over everything — Quidditch stats, spell theory, even who gets which seat in the library. Your friends joke that it’s “academic foreplay.” You pretend to hate him. But when he smiles at you? You melt. And when he hears your laugh across the courtyard, he looks like he’s won something.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! He is so stupidly in love with you. Like. Puppy-dog, do-anything, memorize-your-schedule-in-love. He times his Hogsmeade trips to match yours. He learns your favorite drink order and just happens to get the same. He reads entire books he knows you love — just so he can “accidentally” quote them near you. You act annoyed. But you’re already halfway in love, too.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! There’s so much awkward tension when you're alone. Paired for a project? He can’t meet your eyes. Study sessions? He accidentally touches your hand and immediately apologizes. One time your legs brushed under the library table and he dropped his quill like it burned him. You said, “Relax, Diggory.” He turned bright red. And then couldn’t stop smiling for hours.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! He has a whole “I like her” routine that literally everyone knows. He fiddles with the cuff of his sleeve. Stutters when he says your name. Looks at you a beat too long when you’re focused on something. Your friends tease you. His friends tease him. You both deny everything. But everyone knows it’s just a matter of time.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! He once called you "darling" by accident and nearly DIED. It slipped out during a late-night patrol: “It’s freezing, darling — wait— I mean— sorry—” You froze. He froze. You stared at him, heart in your throat. And then you said, “It’s okay. I liked it.” He didn’t sleep for two nights after that.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! He gets jealous. Softly. Silently. Tragically. You talked to a Ravenclaw boy in the courtyard for ten minutes and Cedric couldn’t concentrate all day. He sulks when you compliment other people’s spellwork. He grits his jaw when you smile at anyone too long. He’d never admit it. But he’d die before letting someone else love you first.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! He writes about you. A lot. Notes. Lists. Letters he never sends. Things like: “She laughs when she doesn’t mean to — I think that’s when she’s real.” “If I kiss her, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.” “Does she know she ruins me?” You find one once. He nearly faints. You never give it back.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! Your almost-confession happens late — quiet, accidental, and trembling. You’re in the Astronomy Tower, alone after a Prefect meeting. He turns to you and says, “Do you think we’ll ever stop pretending?” You ask, “Pretending what?” He stares. “That I’m not completely in love with you.” And you say nothing. You just kiss him. Finally.

⋆ Crush!Cedric! The first date is awkward and perfect. He tries too hard. You overthink everything. He trips over a chair. You drop your drink. You laugh until you cry. He kisses your cheek and nearly misses. But it’s real. And everyone knew it would happen eventually. Because Cedric Diggory was made to love you. And you were always going to let him.

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ᝰ OBSESSIVE, DEEPLY DEVOTED S/O THINGS TO SCRIPT ⊹₊

lowkey kind of crazy, proceed with caution and script safety.

Loves me so profoundly that it defies logic, reason, and sanity

Would burn the world down just to keep me safe

Their heart, mind, and soul are eternally bound to me—there is no escape, not that they would ever want one

I am the center of their universe, the only star in their sky, the reason the sun rises and sets for them

They could search every lifetime, every reality, and still never find another like me

Every thought they have is consumed by me, every breath they takes is for me

My absence shatters them, leaves them hollow, incomplete, utterly lost

No force in existence could ever make them unlove me—not time, not distance, not even death itself

Their love for me is written into the fabric of his soul, an unbreakable, unshakable truth

Even in their darkest moments, even in their happiest times, it is me—only me—who lingers in their mind

Every fiber of their being is devoted to me

They will never betray me, never stray, never even glance at another—their heart is mine alone

I am their only obsession, their sweetest addiction, their most treasured possession

They dream of me, crave me, ache for me, and no one else could ever satisfy them

Loving me is their purpose, their reason for being, their divine destiny

Even if the world turned against us, even if fate itself tried to keep us apart, they would defy everything for me

Losing me would be their undoing—they could never recover, never move on, never heal

In every lifetime, in every reality, they find me, they love me, they choose me—always

Knew the moment they saw me that I was the one

Has never and will never love anyone else

Feels physically ill at the thought of losing me

Is obsessed with making me happy

Would move heaven and earth for me

Thinks of me 24/7, even in their dreams

Believes we are cosmically connected, soul-bound, and destined to be together forever

Devoted to me beyond reason

Absolutely wrecked by my absence

Helplessly, hopelessly, and eternally in love with me

So enchanted by me that no one else exists in their eyes

Convinced our souls were made for each other

Knows deep down they belong to me and me only

Would fight fate itself if it meant keeping me

Finds the idea of us being apart physically unbearable

My soulmate is hopelessly, permanently, madly in love with me and can never move on no matter what happens

[sky00ung]

go be “cringe” !!! u wanna be the main character of ur dr?? do it! u wanna be ridiculously overpowered??? go for it!! u want ppl to instantly think ur incredible and amazing and insanely attractive?? sure!!

if it’s up ur alley, go do it!!!!!! no shame if it’s not hurting anyone xoxo

[sky00ung]

༺𝑶𝒇𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔༻

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑡 (𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑠𝑓) 𝒙 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒)

𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑃𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔．

𝐴𝑠𝑘 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡．

1.8𝑘 words

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to fall head over heels for a boy in your 6th year, let alone your brother’s broody best friend!

The plan for this year was simple; study, occasionally party, and prepare yourself to ace exams. Then, Theodore Nott was brought into the mix. You didn’t even know how it came to be this predicament, you hadn’t even payed him any attention the whole 6 years of knowing of his existence.

Of course you acknowledged Theo and his fairly good looks, who couldn’t, he literally had nearly the whole female population of the school fawning over his every move. But you weren’t like that! At least that’s what you previously believed.

To you, Theo had always just been another one of Matteo’s decently good looking friends, and that was it. Simple. But now.. all that clouded your mind was that handsome flirt known as Theodore Nott.

You guessed it must have started when Pansy and Blaize began dating. Although you and your brother were both in your respective friend groups, when the two love birds started dating, your friend groups began to merge. And along with that came Theo.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, that was until you began catching him occasionally with his eyes locked onto your figure, or the way he only seemed to tune into the conversation when your voice chimed in.

Of course this could all have just been random, little coincidences but you weren’t too sure and if you were being completely honest, you didn’t really want them to be?

So this was the situation you were in and where you stood in trying to explain your insane theories to your best friend.

“I don’t know Pans maybe I actually am delusional! But if I’m delusional that means that I must actually want it to be true! Oh Pansy please help me here!”

Your so called best friend couldn’t help but find the situation you were in somewhat amusing and she didn’t do her best at trying to hide it either.

“Calm down Y/n, you’re spiralling!” She warned, but it was quickly followed by a -not so well hidden- chorus of giggles.

“I’m sorry, really I am sorry!” She continued trying her best to regain her composure, “but I just can’t believe you fancy Theodore Nott! Your brother’s best friend!” She didn’t even attempt to conceal her giggles this time as she burst out laughing.

“It’s seriously not funny Pans!” You pleaded with her.“What if Matteo catches on, he would kill me for liking one of his friends! Especially his best friend!” You truly were spiralling now, but the whole situation you were currently in just baffled you completely. How have you managed to find yourself crushing on the notorious Theodore Nott?

“Okay, okay.” Pansy continued in an attempt to compose herself once more after her previous outburst.

“So you think Theo may perchance like you, and you definitely like him-“

“Pans! How is this helping?” You interrupted becoming increasingly embarrassed by the conversation at hand.

“Listen okay, there’s only one way to handle this.” You looked at her puzzled and clueless.

“You need to tempt him!” As soon as the words left her mouth you glared at her disapprovingly, this was not the help you were looking for and you knew that Matteo would be more than pissed if he discovered the plan she was hatching up.

“Pans no way in hell am I doing that! Do you realise I’m trying to de escalate the crush here!” You visibly grimaced at the use of the word ‘crush’, it made you feel like you were once again in first year writing love notes to boys who were probably more interested in becoming quidditch champions. To be fair, not much has actually changed between those 5 years and now with the male population’s priority’s.

“Look babes you can’t ignore love! Plus you and Theo would actually be such a cute couple.” This comment made your face quickly heat up and you felt redness creep up your neck once again.

“Whatever Pans, we need to get to breakfast.” You said in an attempt to deflect her previous comments.

And off the two of you went.

Once you arrived, you were immediately met with the greetings of both yours and your brothers friends, as due to the recent events of your best friend and her relationship status, her and Blaize were practically joint at the hip.

Deep down you kind of wished you had that connection with someone, maybe a particular someone. You soon realised your mind had began to drift and pushed those thoughts away while searching for a seat at the table.

To your utter horror, the only remaining seat was placed next to Theodore and you could barely even call it a seat, there was space for you to squish in ,maybe, but that would be extremely awkward.

As you were about to try and negotiate a seat with Pansy, a deep voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Come sit then Y/n. You look terribly lost there.” It was Theodore. And he was patting the space next to him without a care in the world, his signature smirk plastered onto his face. Oh how you had managed to fall for that smirk.

You guessed he could see the hesitance as you noticed a mischievous glint cross his eyes. This wasn’t going to go well.

You knew there was no way out of it and surely it couldn’t be that bad sitting pressed up against him. You weren’t even convincing yourself at this point and just decided to try and get it over and done with.

Slowly descending to meet Theodore’s level, you locked eyes and you could have sworn there was something there, but it was quickly masked with a look of indifference.

This wouldn’t be too bad after all then you thought.

Oh how you were wrong.

As soon as you got somewhat comfortable between Lorenzo and Theodore, you felt a firm grip on your thigh. The gesture was so small and hidden that nobody else seemed to notice. But the heat flowing through your body and raising to you face must have given something away.

“Are you alright there, Y/n?” Enzo asked nudging you from the side. You could feel Theodore’s eyes on you and that just made it that much harder to respond to Enzo’s worries.

“Fine!” You managed to squeak out. Once you realised this made you seem even more not fine, you managed to form a coherent sentence.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking, Lorenzo.” Feeling satisfied with you answer, he seemed to ease and responded with a quick answer.

“Awh, call me Enzo, love.” The nickname caught you slightly off guard and it must have done the same for Theodore as you felt his grip on your leg tighten ever so slightly. Theodore opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by your brother entering the room.

You wondered what Theo was about to respond with but the thought only lingered for a brief amount of time before you realised that Matteo, your dear brother, had managed to squeeze onto the bench right across from you and he could see right through any lie you tried to splutter out. Lucky for you, he was too distracted by Enzo’s ‘obvious flirtations’ directed your way.

“Who are you calling love?” He bit at the boy sat next to you, “because it better not be my sister.” Matteo had always been protective of you but he was just as clear that you should never make advances on any of his friends, especially due to all their reputations with relationships. This rule hadn’t been a problem until now.

You sat there silently surveying the confrontation when you heard Theo clear his throat from beside you. “Calm down there, Matt. She is her own person you know.” This was apparently not the right response and only seemed to anger your irritable brother further.

“Oh my apologies, I just don’t want my dumbass friends fucking my little sister.” Matteo replied with an incredulous look smothered across his face. “I’m not your little sister!” Which was completely true, you were twins and although the difference was only a few minutes, it could well be a few years with the way your brother treated you.

“You have no control over me or who I choose to fuck.” This statement gained you an audible gasp from all your friends and anyone else who was nosy enough to be listening in.

You could feel the vibration of Theo’s chuckle against your whole body and, oh, when did you become so addicted to that sound.

“What the fuck are you laughing at!” Matteo was now beyond pissed.

“Chill dude just let her do her own thing, it’s not like any of us would purposely fuck her over anyways.” The thought of Theo thinking about being in a relationship with you caused butterflies to form in the pit of your stomach mixed with the warmth of the fact he was standing up for you.

You swore Matteo was on the verge of combusting by the way he glared daggers into the boy sat beside you. “Yeah, and none of you will get a fucking chance to either!” He spat out like just the thought of it was paining him.

In an attempt to defuse the situation you spoke once more. “Okay, okay Matt we get it. You can calm down now, it’s far too early in the morning for this.”

He seemed to find that response somewhat acceptable and began descending into other conversations about quidditch strategies with Blaize, who was sat beside him. Glancing their way, you witnessed Pansy give you a devilish grin and a not so secretive wink.

Halfway through breakfast, Theo was yet to make conversation with you, although his hand still stayed firmly resting on your thigh. Pansy, the ever so nosy person she is, seemed to notice this and started conversation with you from over the table.

“So Y/n, have you thought about that date Cedric asked you out on yet?”

“What date?” Both Matteo and Theo questioned in concerned unison. Usually, you’d expect Matt to get suspicious of Theo for how quickly he responded but, luckily for Theo, he seemed too involved with the date Pansy had so helpfully brought up.

In all honesty, you were actually planning on declining the hufflepuffs invitation, but on further thought, and Pansy in mind, you decided maybe you should go. Ignoring the stares from the boys surrounding you, you answered your best friend with a firm “Yes, actually, I think I’ll go.”

Pansy’s grin grew wide while everyone else around you seemed to have the opposite reaction, but for once you didn’t care. Until you felt Theo release his grip on you and begin to stand. “Theodore, where are you going?” You sounded pathetic as you looked at him with pleading eyes but he seemed as if he couldn’t bare to look at you. “I’m going to lesson early” he grumbled but before you could question him further, he was gone.

Maybe this wouldn’t be such a good idea.

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𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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it’s not CLOCKING to you that i’m standing on BUSINESS with my shifting journey, is it ?

[sky00ung]

"BRO'S THE TYPE TO-"

a/n: thanks for of the support!! ig im turning this into a series so if u have any character requests or fic ideas; send smth in my inbox xoxo

-Bro’s the type to be the reason why you’re late to class. He loses of time whenever you two were making out in the broom closet.

-Bro’s the type to give amazing back massages. Stressed out? His fingers work wonders on your aching skin.

-Bro’s the type to slide his hand up your skirt when he’s sitting beside you.

-Bro’s the type to sneak you samples from his jokes shop in exchange for your affection.

-Bro’s the type to show you off whenever he gets the chance. Sometimes he would subconsciously talk about you to his family and friends.

-Bro’s the type to be the golden retriever in the relationship. He doesn’t care if you’re the black cat; the total opposite from him, or if you match his freak—Fred would like you the same.

-Bro’s the type to love having you over. His family loves you and he knows it. He’ll find any reason to have you glued beside him.

-Bro’s the type to tease the fuck out of you when you wear his clothes. He think it’s the cutest thing ever seeing you in his clearly oversized clothing.

-Bro’s the type to tell you about his holidays in the Muggle world. If you’re lucky, he’ll even bring something back for you.

-Bro’s the type to be unexpectedly talented when it comes to playing the guitar.

-Bro’s the type to mask his feelings with jokes. During a serious situation, where he’s clearly stressed, he’ll try to distract himself and the people around him by making terrible jokes to lighten the mood

-Bro’s the type to fail a bunch of classes but excel in one specific class. The special class changes every year, but even if he does well, he’ll still pretend he’s doing bad so you can assist him.

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The fact that Mattheo riddle, who was made up by fans, gets more love than actual hp characters breaks my heart bro. like, Who are you?😔 Where's my Harry, Cedric, Neville and Ron fics?

[sky00ung]

FIRST TO SPEAK

pairing : fred weasley x fem!reader

genre : fluff

summary : it had started as a joke. one day, after an argument about who could keep their mouth shut longer, you had scribbled a note on a piece of parchment and slid it across the table to him.

“you’ll lose.”

fred had grinned, picked up a quill, and written back: “never. but enjoy the silence while it lasts.”

it became a thing. instead of talking, you started writing notes to each other. quick, witty exchanges scribbled on scraps of parchment, tucked into books, or slipped into pockets.

at first, it was playful.

“george is clearly the smarter twin. discuss.”

“you wish. george can’t even charm a spoon properly.”

but over time, the notes grew longer, more personal.

“what’s your favorite memory?”

“bill taking me flying for the first time. i crashed into a tree. yours?”

“the first time i got my own wand. it felt magical. like i finally belonged somewhere.”

fred didn’t reply to that one immediately. when he did, his handwriting was shakier than usual.

“you’ve always belonged, y/n.”

weeks passed, and the silence between you didn’t feel awkward anymore. it felt comfortable. the notes were enough.

you’d find one tucked into your bag before class.

“you’re rubbish at potions, but i believe in you. don’t blow up the cauldron.”

or hidden in your robes after quidditch practice.

“you looked ridiculous out there, but in an adorable way. 10/10.”

sometimes, the notes made you laugh so hard you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to avoid breaking the challenge. other times, they made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

you started keeping his notes in a little box by your bed.

one evening, you slipped into the common room to find fred waiting for you, parchment in hand. his eyes lit up when he saw you, and he slid the note across the table with a smirk.

“are you giving up yet? just say the word, love.”

you raised an eyebrow and scribbled back: “not a chance. you?”

fred hesitated, his grin faltering for the briefest moment. then, he shook his head and wrote:

“never. but hypothetically, if i did, what would you want me to say?”

your heart skipped a beat. you stared at the words, chewing on the inside of your cheek. finally, you wrote back.

“that you lost. nothing else.”

he read it, lips twitching, but he didn’t respond.

it happened three days later.

you were walking toward the great hall when fred appeared out of nowhere, cutting you off. you stopped, raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to write something. instead, he just stood there, looking… nervous.

“y/n,” he said, breaking the silence.

your eyes widened in shock.

he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “damn it. i lost.”

a grin spread across your face, but before you could mock him, he blurted out, “wait. let me finish.”

“i don’t care that i lost. because this.. whatever this is between us has been driving me mad.” he took a deep breath. “i like you. a lot. and i couldn’t keep quiet anymore.”

your heart felt like it might burst. for a moment, you just stared at him, and then, slowly, you pulled out a piece of parchment.

i like you too.

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"BRO'S THE TYPE TO-"

-Bro’s the type to be dating you because he finds some sense comfort in you since he never had any growing up.

-Bro’s the type to be emotionally unavailable but makes it up by spending time with you outside of school and buying you things

-Bro’s the type to make to super obvious that he has a crush on you but if you confront him about it, he’ll deny everything.

-Bro’s the type to ask Hermione what to do while dating you. She doesn’t even have to know you personally and he’ll still ask her because she knows “everything” on what girls like.

-Bro’s the type to be really awkward while being in public with you but when you two are alone, he melts into your touch like he’s never been held before.

-Bro’s the type to be terrible at any form of verbal comfort but he’s here if you need a shoulder to cry on or want to rant about your day.

-Bro’s the type to get defensive when someone speaks poorly about you. They don’t even have to be speaking to Harry directly, a speckle of your name can come out from someone’s mouth and now he’s fighting the urge to not fight them.

-Bro’s the type to deny any physical touch but when you stop, he’ll start looking like a kicked puppy, begging for attention

-Bro’s the type to look for any excuse to spend holiday at your house because he would quite literally would rather die than spend his holiday with the Dursley’s.

-Bro’s the type to listen to you talk shit about a random and agree with what you say regardless if he knows them or not.

“I actually hate __ so much. She’s so annoying”

“I completely agree with that.”

-Bro’s the type to scheme and ask you for a second opinion on his plan.

“Love, you don’t think I’m crazy for investigating to see if Malfoy’s a Death Eater, right?”

“Harry James Potter…Go. To. Bed.”

-Bro’s the type to do well in every class but ask you for help so he can find an excuse to spend more time with you.

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Your Champion

✧.* : C.D x Potter! Reader ✎ : You’re Harry’s sister, close in age and fiercely protective of one another. At the Quidditch World Cup, you meet Cedric Diggory, and the connection between you is instant. Harry disapproves of the budding relationship, worried about Cedric’s intentions—but when the second task of the Triwizard Tournament puts you in danger, Cedric steps in to save you, proving just how much he cares. 𖦹 : 2.7k [masterlist] Much Love, Saige

Being a fan of the Bulgarian Quidditch team in the Weasley house was no small feat. It was undeniable that they had such a warm and inviting nature, especially allowing you and your brother to stay at their home over breaks, but conversations became quite pointed once the world cup came around.

The house was so starkly pro-Ireland it astonished you. Luckily Ron and Ginny both had some sense in them and wore their red and black proudly alongside you and Harry. Fred and George on the other hand practically questioned your every move, seeing your allegiance to their rivaling team sparked insidious competition.

“For the last time, I am NOT gambling with you.” You whispered starkly. The whole Weasley family was walking their way through the forest. Fred and George flanked either side of you, far enough away from their father who was oblivious to their antics.

“We're not asking for galleons here-” Fred started.

”Yeah, perhaps just a couple knuts or sickle if you can spare.” George finished, wagging his eyebrows jokingly. “Why.. .dont think you’ll win eh?”

You just sighed, not knowing how far you all still had to travel, you shoved your hand in your pocket digging around for any loose change that would shut them up. Once you removed your hand, both twins shot their fists in the air, happy to see their egging finally broke you into having a little fun.

“We thank you for your business.” Fred chirped, sliding the coins into his own pocket, while revealing a small notebook, swiftly writing down your contribution.

“And you won't regret it!” George slurred, both of them jogging up to their next unsuspecting victims, Ron and Hermione.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by their brotherly love, but also feeling deep admiration for the day set ahead of you.

It had to have been an hour or two when the scenery ahead widened into a beautiful hilltop. Still quite a ways away, everyone’s attention was focused on something else coming from just over the horizon.

Two figures came into view, one much taller than the other, both waving their arms beckoning the group to come over. Either parties walked briskly to each other, meeting just at the base of the hill. After a moment it became acutely aware to you who they were before Mr.Weasley introduced the groups.

Your attention couldn’t help itself, glancing ever so often at the boy, charmed by how he carried himself, his brown hair lit by the morning glow. Hermione nudged your shoulder, smirking at her feet. Both of you giggled to yourself, the special bond of your friendship could say everything without having to say a word at all.

Like most girls at Hogwarts, you knew of Cedric Diggory; The hufflepuff king. He was known for his academic knowledge and superb quidditch skill, and most of all his popularity amongst anyone who laid eyes on him —

but he wasn't popular like Draco… no, not at all.

He was known for the right reasons, his wit and ability to make friends with anyone was the reason he was so well known - not because of money or power or some evil greed.

You suddenly became nervous, hands clammy and unable to act normally.

Piling with Hermione as the adults chatted, both of you whispered to each other in the back of the pack.

“You know, I heard he liked someone in our grade-“ Hermione started, the sentence only making your stomach flutter.

”Please, we all know it's Cho,” you rebutted, trying to cover your distaste for the girl. You didn't have any serious issue with Cho, but a jealous streak flowed through you, a childlike pain of not being wanted by yet another one of your crushes.

“No no. I heard from Ernie that they both went on a study date and nothing happened. Like nothing.” Hermione whispered, biting her lip slightly at you. Her eyes were attempting to communicate to you, but all you could think about was the fact that it was clear you all were traveling to the game together, and the close proximity was inevitable.

You sucked your teeth at her, a small sound of annoyance yet acceptance as you nodded your head towards the group. The both of you looked up, seeing the group shift towards the hill, the Diggory’s making quick strides ahead.

For a second, Cedric turned, smiling deeply at your brother, smiling politely and making conversation, every so often looking around. You watched your brother curl his hands, laughing and bantering as best as he could before shoving his thumb over his shoulder and directing his attention towards you.

You were too far away to distinct what was being said, but you could decipher that he was (from afar) introducing Cedric to you, the words “sister”, “same age”, and “wicked smart” all following in quick succession. Your cheeks reddened, both you and Cedrics eyes meeting, a soft inviting smirk growing as he looked at you over his shoulder. Harry’s eyes followed between the two of you, suddenly aware of the implications and interests Cedric had in you. Though he thought little of it and changed the conversation.

Your heart fluttered once you got to the top of the hill, standing precariously close to Hermione and Ron, doing your best to focus on Mr.Weasley.

“Now, if everyone would please touch the boot.” He spoke, smiling from ear to ear. “Yes yes. Just a finger will do. Scoot close please.”

As all the children got close, you became shoulder to shoulder with others, your eyes fixated on the large mangy shoe in front of you. As you took a deep breath in, you looked up and locked eyes with Cedric, his face

“Hold on tight-“ Mr.Weasley shouted, everyone taking a deep breath in.

“THREE” Mr.Weasly started counting down.

“Hey-“ Cedric whispered, smiling softly at you.

”TWO!”

”Hi-“ you breathed out, feeling a warmth rush over you. He blinked slowly, licking his lip nonchalantly.

“ONE”

And with that, the world began to spin. Wind was blowing through your hair and eyes, shutting them out of fear. You couldn’t tell how high up you were or what was happening. You could hear small yelps from Hermione just next to you, your bodies colliding with each other as the air got colder.

“Let GO.” Mr.Weasley announced, his words cut through the wind easily, frightening your eyes open. Cedric and Mr.Diggory were missing, slowly one after another Fred and George let go, their bodies flying out of sight.

You took a breath in feeling zero sense of confidence in your actions and released your grip from the boot. The world continued to spin, your stomach and your heart felt to change places, your consciousness feeling something out of this world.

It only took a few seconds to get to the ground, an invisible net catching your body from slamming into the earth, holding you just a foot above the grass before dropping you roughly.

Harry landed just next to you a second later, the sight of his glasses hanging onto his face for dear life made you break into a deep guttural laugh. He looked at you through his disheveled hair, his hand swinging back to hit you playfully, slumping back into the ground to catch his breath.

Your attention was quickly diverted, Hermione’s hand pointing eagerly towards the sky.

Like out of a movie, Mr,Weaslys, Mr.Diggory, and Cedric were gliding on hair down to the ground.

”You’ve got to be joking.” Fred started, sitting up in the grass yanking his jacket over his shoulders.

”They didn't teach US that.” George rolled his eyes, running his hand through his hair.

Once Cedric landed, he adjusted his clothes quickly before making his way over to you and Hermione. His hand extended to you both, hoping to help you up. Hermione looked at you quickly, the excitement showing deliberately through her eyes.

She grabbed Cedric’s hand and helped herself up leaving you in the dust. Just behind Cedric she winked at you, turning to catch up with Ron and Harry. Cedric smiled, his hand still enveloped with you.

“Come on, they might leave us behind.” He smiled, tugging your arm lightly urging you up. You just nodded, feeling his strength pull you easily from the ground. Once to your feet, you brushed off the front of your pants, grass and rocks flinging from your clothes.

“Is my back bad?” You asked innocently, turning and facing your back towards Cedric. He was grateful you couldn't see his expression, his eyes tracing the outline of your body. There were dark dirt marks on your bottom and he wasn't sure how to tell you.

“It’s not.. well.” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Nothing that won't come out in the wash.” He laughed, your face dropping as your hands covered your butt, wiping it frantically.

“It’s that bad?!” You asked, realizing what you had just asked him to do. He shrugged, cocking his head to the side.

“Cedric!” Mr.Diggory yelled, catching both of you off guard. ”It’s time!” His father coxed you both over, the group now congregating a bit away leaving you alone at the top of the hill.

”Let the games begin-“

——⭑⋆⋆⋆⭑——

The events of the World Cup were memorable to say the least. You stayed close to your brother the entire night, fear filling your mind with each step. You tried your best to not show your fear going into your next year at Hogwarts, but you knew something would change, for better or for worse.

You prayed for a simple year, each being more laborious for Harry, seeing life not allow the young boy to grow and be a teenager. It hurt you, but it seemed to be going well… at least until the other schools showed up.

The prospect of the triwizard tournament bothered you to your core. Children, yes at least 17 years of age, but children nonetheless being thrown to the dogs for entertainment and forever glory to the school. It was insane!

But it only brought you and Cedric closer

——⭑⋆⋆⋆⭑——

“Dragons?” Cedric gasps. Both of you were hidden in the courtyard,

“Yes…Harry wanted to tell you, but his pride.. those damn buttons-“ You stunned, smacking his lapel as the button changed, clearly showing Potter Stinks glimmer in green. Cedric smirked, taking it off at once and holding it in his hand.

“It’s just house pride.” He snuffed, handing it over to you. “I know he didn’t put his name in, but no one else believes it. I’m sorry.” His words were soft yet firm. You hovered your hand over his before grabbing it, the proximity of his body became incredulously apparent to you; your lungs halting their movement.

You could’ve sworn he leaned in-

“Yes. Dragons” You cleared, looking up at the boy. His head was turned down towards you, his height staggering in comparison. He nodded, his soft brown eyes admiring you from his view.

He has been enamored with you ever since the summer. His mind raced with fear for your health and wellbeing the moment the warning shots went off. He selfishly deprecated his father and attempted to look for you, any trace of your presence in the fighting crowds would have eased his anxiety.

But he’d never tell you that. Not now.

“Each student will have a dragon and need to save the egg.” You sighed.

“Sounds invigorating.” Cedric beamed, leaning against the wall behind him running his hand through his hair.

“Sounds irresponsible” you choked.

“Oh please, y/n. They wouldn’t put us in a situation they couldn’t get us out of.” He smirked, watching you fuss with your fingers. He suddenly became aware of your anxieties, biting the side of your cheek, eyes fixated on the ground.

“Listen, darling,” Cedric started, pushing himself back from the wall, standing tall in a way to show his confidence. His arms held either side of you.

“I promise, nothing will happen to me, or your brother for that matter.” He leaned down, trying to lift your chin to look him in the eye.

“Okay?” He whispered, his eyes dancing between yours, the air suddenly becoming stiff.

“Okay.”

He wrapped you in a hug, swaying you back and forth casually.

“Chin up. I’ll put on a show.” He smiled, resting his chin on top of your head. You leaned your head tirelessly on his chest, the thumping of his heart gave you peace, but the thought of never feeling it again sent a new wave of shivers down your spine.

You attempted to gather your emotions, pulling back the tears, too embarrassed to cry in front of him.

“Please tell your brother thank you, and I’ll return the favor.”

——⭑⋆⋆⋆⭑——

The first task came and went with utter success. With only minor cuts and scrapes, both Cedric and Harry had surpassed their dragons. And yes, you could admit Cedric put on a show.

The second task continued around the corner. To the surprise of no one, the confusion of the golden egg stumped each champion.

Harry hadn’t asked you for your help, knowing your small allegiance with Cedric and having his own help from Ron and Hermione; but he had a strong distaste for the older boy and how he had swooned you, worried he would treat you like the other girls and move on quickly.

Harry was nothing but protective. Both of your namesakes brought trouble; people who just wanted to know you or people who wanted to use you.

You hated it, but it was justified and trouble always came when Cedric’s name was brought up around you

“He tried to repay your hint!” You bellowed, confused to Harry’s annoyance at the golden egg

“Right like that does anything. I think he was telling me I was stinky more than anything-“ Harry scoffed. He held the large egg in between his hands, aimlessly tracing the opening with his fingertips.

“Harry. Underwater. Listen to it underwater.” You spoke plainly, looking at your brother with a blank stare. His facial expressions didn’t change, instead they stayed indifferent- the cogs in his mind working slowly.

He stood up at once, shooting you a soft smile, though his eyes said differently.

“I’ll go take a bath then.” His lips tightened, leaving you in the library alone. You sighed, leaning back in the chair. You knew he was under an immense amount of stress, but sometimes it felt like he was competing with you just the same.

——⭑⋆⋆⋆⭑——

The night before the second task, Hermione and Ron and you were all round up by professor Mcgonagal after the dinner bell, pulled away from the celebrations in the great hall.

Unsure to what it could be, you caught Cedric’s attention in the hall, walking opposite to you. Knowing you had no time to speak, your eyes met.

You both said nothing at all, but the softness in his eyes lingered, turning his body to watch you walk. Just before you rounded the corner, you blew him a kiss, hoping you would have time later tonight to see him.

You had no clue what that kiss did to him, his head hung as he walked away smiling foolishly to himself.

Neither of you knew he would have to save your unconscious body underwater in just 12 hours time.

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hii!! could i please request a cedric lives au cedric x ravenclaw!reader smut where they’re head boy and girl and have been close friends for a while (and are in a not necessarily secret relationship it’s just no one’s found out about it yet)??? if not that’s okay!!

Meet Me in the Prefect’s Bathroom ♡ | C.Diggory ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"They say Head Boy should lead by example—but honestly, if snogging my brilliant, maddeningly gorgeous Head Girl in every broom cupboard counts as misconduct, I’d gladly hand in my badge… right after one more kiss."

pairing : Cedric Diggory x fem!headgirl!reader

summary : In a sweeter timeline, Hogwarts’ golden duo can’t quite hide their feelings—or keep their hands off each other. Between secret smiles and stolen kisses, one thing’s certain: he’s utterly obsessed with her.

warnings : 18+, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, lots of fluff and banter, they're way too in love, slight risk of getting caught (but they don’t care), playful dominance/submission vibes, established relationship

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This is an 18+ fic, so minors do not enter!!!

della's note : Thank you so much for requesting lovie!! Hope you enjoy this lovely!!!

word count : 1.2k

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“I swear to Merlin, if I see Filch again tonight I might throw him into the lake.”

You muttered the threat under your breath as your shoes clicked against the stone corridor. Cedric, of course, laughed softly from beside you, his hand brushing against yours in a way that was absolutely not subtle.

“Darling,” he said, voice like warm honey, “you know you’ve got a temper on you when you’re tired.”

You turned to glare up at him, mostly for show. “I wouldn’t be tired if someone hadn’t pulled me into a closet earlier just to snog me.”

He looked at you with a faux-innocent expression that only made him more infuriating. And hot. “That’s slander. I pulled you into the closet to tell you how breathtaking you looked in your robes today. The snogging was… a happy accident.”

You tried not to smile. You really did.

Instead, you elbowed him in the side. “Diggory.”

“Oh, Diggory, is it?” His voice dropped, mischief curling in every syllable. “Not Cedric, not love, not even darling—?”

“I’m not calling you darling in the middle of a corridor, you ridiculous golden retriever.”

He had the nerve to pout. “But I like it when you say it.”

“You like it when I say anything.”

“Exactly. Say something filthy next.”

You slapped your hand over his mouth, horrified and delighted in equal measure. “You’re Head Boy!”

He mumbled something behind your palm that you were fairly certain was ‘And you’re the Head Girl who moans my name’, which earned him a scandalized look and a slightly breathless giggle.

That was the problem with Cedric Diggory: he was way too charming for his own good. Or yours. Or Hogwarts’ collective sanity.

No one knew the two of you were together. Not really. People suspected, sure — there were bets in the common rooms, allegedly. But you two were careful. Mostly.

Except when Cedric was looking at you like that. Except when he brushed your knuckles in broad daylight, when he murmured in your ear during meetings, when he tucked hair behind your ear like he was enchanted.

Except when his mouth was now close to your ear as he murmured, “We’re done with rounds.”

You swallowed. “So?”

“So…” His hand slid around your waist, pulling you gently closer. “I think you owe me a reward. For being so good tonight.”

You arched a brow. “You were good?”

He leaned in, lips grazing your neck, the touch featherlight. “Wasn’t I?”

Merlin. He knew what he was doing.

You let your head tip slightly, barely suppressing a shiver. “What exactly are you hoping your reward will be, Diggory?”

His eyes gleamed, wicked and adoring. “Meet me in the Prefect’s Bathroom in ten minutes, darling.”

Your stomach flipped. You hated him.

No. You loved him.

You were absolutely doomed.

You arrived eight minutes later, breathless and giddy, and Cedric was already there, perched on the edge of the massive tub with a stupid, gorgeous smile on his face.

“Two minutes early,” he murmured. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You rolled your eyes and walked past him—only for him to catch your wrist and tug you into his lap like it was nothing.

“Cedric!” you hissed, giggling against his neck. “We could get caught!”

“That’s part of the fun,” he said smugly, his hands already sliding up your sides. “Besides, we’ve got wards up. You’re safe.”

His mouth was on yours before you could respond—soft and slow, then hungry. Familiar. You kissed him back like you needed him to breathe, fingers threading through his hair, pressing closer.

His hands moved to your thighs, under your skirt, and he groaned into your mouth. “This bloody skirt is going to kill me.”

“I could say the same about those trousers,” you muttered, tugging at his belt with a grin. “And you’re so smug in them.”

“Because I know what they do to you,” he said against your collarbone, nibbling there now. “You eye me up like you’re starving.”

“I am starving. For your silence.”

He laughed—actually laughed, breath hot on your skin. “You’re insatiable.”

“Says the boy who dragged me here after curfew like a man on a mission.”

“Oh, I am on a mission.” His voice dropped. “Get on the side of the tub, darling.”

You obeyed without hesitation, breath caught in your throat as he knelt between your legs, his large hands spreading your thighs apart.

“You’re already wet,” he whispered, almost reverent as his fingers teased at your soaked panties. “Merlin, darling. You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”

You nodded, eyes glassy.

He leaned forward and kissed just above the fabric, slow and gentle. “Let me taste you.”

“Please,” you gasped.

He didn’t need more permission.

Cedric moved your panties aside and buried his face between your thighs like a man possessed. His tongue was hot and firm, licking a stripe through your folds before circling your clit slowly. Teasingly.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the tub as he moaned against you, sending vibrations through your entire body.

“Fuck, Cedric,” you whimpered, already breathless. “Don’t stop, don’t—oh—”

He slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right as his mouth worked your clit. His other hand gripped your thigh, grounding you, pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough.

“You taste like heaven,” he muttered, lips swollen and slick as he glanced up at you. “My perfect darling.”

“Ced—Ced, I’m—”

He didn’t stop until you came with a cry, legs shaking, hand flying to muffle your mouth.

He pulled back slowly, licking his fingers clean like a smug, gorgeous bastard. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart.”

“Stop being hot for one second,” you groaned, still catching your breath.

“Never,” he said, standing and tugging you back to him. “Not when I have you.”

You kissed him again, messily, urgently, and he groaned as you unfastened his belt.

“Need you inside me,” you whispered.

That nearly undid him.

He lifted you up with ease—show-off—and backed you against the warm tile, pushing into you in one deep, delicious thrust.

You moaned in unison, your forehead falling against his. He held your waist, burying his face in your neck as he began to move.

“Fuck, you feel like you were made for me,” he gasped.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Your sap. Your lovesick, obsessed—”

“—Golden retriever.”

“Exactly.”

He thrust deeper, harder, every movement making you see stars. The tile dug into your back, the sound of water from the tub filling the room, but all you could focus on was him—his hands, his mouth, his whispered “I love you” over and over.

“I can’t stop touching you,” he murmured against your skin. “Don’t ever ask me to.”

“Good. Because I won’t.”

Your nails dug into his back, clinging to him as your second orgasm built fast and desperate.

“Ced, I—”

“I’ve got you,” he breathed, “Come for me again, darling. Wanna feel you.”

That did it.

You cried out his name as you came undone again, and he followed moments later, gasping against your throat, holding you like you’d vanish if he let go.

You stayed like that for a moment, tangled, sweaty, deliriously happy.

Then—

“Do you think they’ll revoke our badges if they find out we’re shagging in the prefects’ bathroom?”

Cedric snorted into your neck. “I’m Head Boy. They’d be lucky I didn’t do it sooner.”

You smacked him, giggling.

He just kissed you again, still breathless, still in love.

Always in love.

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Sweet On You

Baker!Felix x F!Reader

Slow burn that leads to eventual smut

MDNI 18+⚠️⚠️

Warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks!!!), oral (f!recieving)

Word count: ~2700

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The first time you walked into Sunshine Bakery, it smelled like cinnamon, fresh bread, and vanilla sugar. The warmth hit you like a hug — or maybe it was the man behind the counter.

He stood near the back, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, flour dusted across his black apron and the curve of his forearms. His long, bleach blond hair was half tied back in a loose bun, a few strands falling into his eyes as he leaned over a tray of fresh scones. He looked up just as the bell above the door chimed.

And God.

He had freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks, like powdered sugar. His eyes were a deep brown, warm and expressive, and when he spoke—

“Hey there,” he said, smiling. “What can I get for you?”

His voice was deep, smooth, unmistakably Australian, and it did something to your stomach that you weren’t prepared for.

“Um… just coffee,” you managed, already flushing.

“You sure?” he asked, grinning. “You’re walkin’ into my shop and not tryin’ at least a pastry? Bit of a crime, don’t you think?”

And you laughed. You didn’t mean to — it just slipped out. Light and surprised.

He looked pleased.

⸻

Over the next few weeks, you kept coming back. At first, you told yourself it was for the coffee. Then the scones. Then the way the light hit the glass when it rained.

But really, it was for Felix.

He remembered your name by the third visit. Your order by the fourth. By the sixth, he was sliding a cinnamon roll into your bag “by accident.”

“I could get used to seeing you in here,” he said one day, brushing flour from his hands as he leaned on the counter. “You’re making the place look a bit brighter.”

You blushed, eyes flicking to the freckles on his cheekbone. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

His laugh was low and genuine.

“That so?” he said, tilting his head. “Careful. You’re flattering the guy who makes your coffee. I might get ideas.”

⸻

The tension built slowly, like dough rising in a warm oven. Safe. Patient. Inevitable.

Felix started bringing you pastries to try in the middle of the day, saying he “needed a second opinion.” Sometimes you stayed late, helping him close up — wiping down tables while he swept flour off the counter.

One night, you stayed even later than usual. The rain had started while you were mid-bite of a lemon tart, and Felix offered you a mug of tea and a seat by the window while you waited it out.

You talked. About everything. About nothing.

“Never really thought I’d own a bakery,” he said, looking out at the storm. “But I love it. The quiet. The smell. Watchin’ people come back again and again for something you made.”

Your heart beat a little harder.

You looked at him then — really looked. His long lashes. The flour clinging to his forearms. The curve of his mouth.

He glanced over.

“What?” he asked.

You smiled softly. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

He didn’t press.

But his gaze lingered.

⸻

You started noticing the small things.

The way Felix always saved the center piece of whatever he was baking — the one with the most icing, the softest middle — and passed it to you like it wasn’t a big deal.

The way his voice got quieter when you were the last customer in the shop, like he didn’t want to break the moment.

The way he’d brush his flour-dusted fingers against yours when he handed you a coffee, maybe on purpose, maybe not.

“I should probably start paying rent,” you teased one evening as he locked up behind you.

He chuckled, tucking a strand of that long blond hair behind his ear. “You’re keepin’ me company. Call it even.”

That night, you walked home in the golden-orange of a setting sun, cinnamon on your lips and his smile heavy on your mind.

⸻

One morning, you walked in and found Felix in a rare mood—his smile faint, lips pursed in concentration. You didn’t ask right away, letting the quiet settle between you like warm steam from the espresso machine.

He finally spoke while stirring something at the back.

“Got into it with the supplier again,” he muttered. “They shorted me three trays of eggs. Again.”

You leaned your elbows on the counter. “Want me to fight them?”

That pulled a smile from him. “You? You’re barely tall enough to see over the counter.”

You gave him a flat look, and he grinned wider. “Alright, alright, I’d let you punch someone for me. Might be hot, actually.”

You laughed, heat blooming in your chest.

Felix blinked like he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But he didn’t take it back.

Instead, he just gave you that half-lidded look — the one he got when he was tasting something decadent, when he was thinking too hard and saying too little.

Then the moment passed.

But it stayed with you all day.

⸻

On a rainy Tuesday, Felix asked you if you wanted to help him test a new croissant recipe.

“Serious work,” he said as he tied an extra apron around your waist, fingers brushing your hips just a bit too long. “You up for it?”

You rolled your eyes. “I was born ready.”

He watched you knead dough for a few seconds, then laughed. “You’re so serious when you concentrate.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he grinned, freckles crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

For the next hour, you worked side-by-side. The room filled with the warm scent of butter and rising dough. He moved around you like you were part of his rhythm — grabbing a mixing bowl behind your back, reaching around you to dust powdered sugar over the cooling tray.

Every little touch was unspoken tension. Every shared laugh had heat beneath it.

But neither of you crossed that line.

Not yet.

⸻

It happened late one evening.

You’d stayed again — the lights dimmed, the rain hitting the windows in steady sheets.

Felix was leaning against the counter, tea in hand, watching you with an expression that had shifted from teasing to thoughtful.

“You always show up right when I need the company,” he said quietly. “Feels like fate or somethin’.”

You looked up from your mug. “I don’t believe in fate.”

He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“You believe in… timing, then?”

You tilted your head. “Maybe.”

Felix stepped closer. Slowly. Like he was giving you time to pull away.

But you didn’t.

His fingers brushed your hand.

“Tell me to stop.”

You swallowed hard. “No.”

He leaned in just enough to feel his breath on your lips — but he didn’t kiss you.

Instead, he rested his forehead to yours and whispered, “Not yet, yeah?”

Your chest ached with want.

You nodded.

“Not yet.”

⸻

A week passed. You kept telling yourself it was nothing. Just a harmless crush. Just a kind baker with a pretty mouth and hands that made magic out of butter and flour. Just a deep voice that sometimes said things he probably didn’t mean as seriously as they sounded.

Except it didn’t feel harmless anymore.

You caught yourself showing up earlier and staying later. Felix started setting out a plate just for you. The croissants he claimed were “experimental” somehow always had your favorite fillings.

One night, you lingered after close again. You helped him stack the chairs. Clean the counter. Rewind the soft jazz playing on the little speaker near the register.

When the last dish was rinsed and the overhead lights turned down, he leaned against the bakery’s center island and exhaled slowly.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Your stomach tightened. “What?”

He didn’t look at you. Just kept his eyes fixed on the floor, like he was confessing something heavy.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t look for you every day,” he murmured. “Can’t stop thinking about your voice. Your laugh. The way you bite your bottom lip when you try to act like I don’t get to you.”

You froze.

He looked up then — and the rawness in his expression nearly undid you.

“You do get to me,” you whispered. “Every time.”

His jaw clenched. “So what are we doin’, then?”

“I don’t know,” you breathed. “But I think about you all the time. I dream about this place. About… you. Your hands. Your—voice.”

That made him smile, soft and devastating. “You like my voice, huh?”

“Love it.”

He stepped closer. “What else do you love?”

You reached for him — fingers lightly grazing the flour-dusted hem of his apron. His hand came to rest over yours.

But again, he didn’t kiss you.

Instead, he leaned in, brushed his lips just beside your mouth, and whispered, “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

⸻

It happened two nights later.

It was raining again. You were soaked from head to toe when you walked in, cheeks flushed, jacket clinging to you. Felix looked up from the counter, eyes widening slightly — then narrowing, slowly, like the sight of you was too much all at once.

“You’re drenched,” he murmured.

You laughed breathlessly, brushing hair from your face. “I missed the train. Figured I’d just come here and wait it out.”

He walked toward you in slow, measured steps.

“Kitchen’s warm,” he said. “Dry clothes too. You can borrow a shirt.”

You followed him behind the counter, through the curtain, into the warm, yeasty, sugar-sweet heat of the kitchen. He handed you a folded black tee — soft, worn, likely his own — and turned politely so you could change.

But as you peeled off your wet shirt, your fingers trembled.

And when he turned around again — catching a glimpse of your bare shoulders, your damp skin glistening in the kitchen light — the restraint in his eyes cracked.

“I lied,” he said, voice hoarse.

You turned toward him slowly, heart hammering.

“About what?”

“I said I was gonna take my time.”

He stepped forward, hand sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“But I’ve been waiting too damn long.”

And this time, when he kissed you — it wasn’t gentle.

It was warm, slow, but burning. His mouth tasted like sugar and heat, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips as his fingers tangled in your damp hair.

Your arms looped around his neck, melting into him, heart pounding so loud it drowned everything else out.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and dizzy, his hands were still on your waist.

And that look in his eyes was starving

⸻

The air in the bakery felt different that afternoon.

It wasn’t the cinnamon buns cooling in the front case, or the soft jazz humming from the speakers. It was the look Felix gave you across the counter—hooded, deliberate, patient like he was watching dough rise but already knew how it would end.

When the last customer left and the bell over the door jingled, he turned the lock and flipped the sign to CLOSED without a word.

Your heart picked up.

“Early night?” you asked, voice teasing, though your hands trembled slightly as you wiped the counter.

Felix stepped out from behind the register, dark eyes drinking you in.

“No,” he said, voice low, thick with his accent. “Just finally ready.”

You blinked. “Ready?”

He walked straight up to you, slow and certain, until your back was pressed against the edge of the marble counter. His fingers tilted your chin up gently.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you in this bakery for weeks. Sweet, soft, acting like I don’t notice how you look at me.” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “I’m done waiting.”

You swallowed. “So what happens now?”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes.

“Now, I take you home”

⸻

Felix’s apartment was above the bakery—warm and lived-in, full of honeyed lighting and the faint scent of sugar and vanilla that never seemed to leave him.

He didn’t even flick the light on when the door shut behind you. Just pressed you against the wall with his body, mouth hungry against yours, his deep voice murmuring something low and filthy between kisses you couldn’t quite hear.

His hands roamed, slow at first, almost reverent—until your shirt came off and he caught sight of bare skin.

Then something in him snapped.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re even better than I imagined.”

He dropped to his knees, kissing your stomach, your hips, hands gripping your thighs as he guided you to the bed like you were something breakable—but precious.

He undressed you slowly. Painfully slowly.

Each layer peeled off like parchment—soft, careful—until you were laid out across his sheets, warm from the bakery air, skin tingling beneath his calloused fingertips.

And he looked at you like you were art.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, voice low, eyes dark with restraint. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re begging.”

You nodded, breathless. “Don’t stop.”

⸻

He started with his mouth.

Kissing down your chest, tongue circling each nipple until your back arched, a needy whine slipping from your lips. He sucked softly, then harder, letting his teeth graze just enough to make you squirm.

“Already so fucking sweet,” he murmured, dragging his tongue down your belly. “And I haven’t even tasted all of you yet.”

When he finally slid between your thighs, you almost cried.

His hands spread your legs, fingers digging into your hips as he buried his face against you, licking long and slow—then fast and filthy, tongue pressing flat and purposeful against your clit while his deep moans vibrated through your core.

You writhed, fingers gripping his hair.

“Felix—!”

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Say my name again, baby. Been waiting weeks to hear it like this.”

He slid a finger inside you, then two, curling just right while his tongue never stopped moving. The heat built fast—coiling, rising—and when he sucked your clit hard and whispered, “Cum for me,” you shattered like caramel glass.

⸻

You were still shaking when he hovered above you, licking his fingers clean like you were the last sweet on the tray.

“Still with me?” he murmured.

You nodded weakly, eyes glazed. “God, yes.”

Felix kissed you again, slower now, deeper—like he needed to taste what he’d just done to you on your tongue.

When he undressed, you nearly forgot how to breathe.

He was golden under the dim lights—long arms, defined abs, lean muscle and narrow hips that made your thighs press together with anticipation. His cock was thick, flushed, already dripping at the tip.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered, stroking himself as he hovered over you. “Tell me you want me.”

You cupped his face, trembling. “I want you, Felix. Every inch.”

With a growl, he lined himself up and sank into you in one smooth, aching thrust.

You gasped—at the stretch, the heat, the depth.

He buried himself fully and held there, forehead resting against yours.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel like heaven.”

Then he started to move.

Slow, deep strokes at first—grinding into you, hips rolling in steady waves that had you gasping, gripping the sheets. Every thrust was measured, every moan low and wrecked in that thick accent.

“You’re taking me so good,” he panted. “So fuckin’ tight around me—like you were made for this.”

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back into him harder.

The rhythm got rougher, faster—his control slipping.

You wrapped your legs around him, nails dragging down his back as your second orgasm built hot and high.

When it hit, you clenched hard around him, crying out his name.

Felix let out a guttural sound—one that vibrated right through you—and buried himself deep one last time as he spilled inside you with a growl.

⸻

Afterward, he pulled you into his chest, both of you slick with sweat and sugar-dusted warmth. His fingers traced light patterns on your back while your legs tangled beneath the sheets.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

Then, softly, he whispered, “I don’t want you to just be someone I serve pastries to, y’know?”

You looked up, brushing your fingers over the freckles on his cheek.

“Then stop pretending you don’t already love me a little.”

He smiled — that soft, dangerous, wicked smile.

“Too late, sweetheart.”

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 13)

Pairings: Bad Boy Felix x reader Word Count: 6.5 Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing

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He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

a/n: Not Edited. This chapter was started in October last year and then life just got very hard for me. Thank you for sticking with me for all that time. I love this story it has brought me happiness to write so I'm hoping that I will be able to finish it how I always wanted to.

The first weeks back at university were eye opening, you felt both terrified of the drastic change that you were actually making and elation that you would finally be taking the reins of your own life and putting your own hopes and dreams first. Sure you had changed your course, done a bunch of night courses to get yourself ready for the new degree and gotten a new scholarship to emancipate yourself from your parents threats of withholding their financial help, but it wasn’t real until you stepped into a different faculty building and found yourself feeling lost in where you even needed to be. Felix had gone with you the first Monday to escort you to your lecture and then meet you afterwards to grab lunch before he attended his own course. Seungmin came with you on Wednesday, making you a strong coffee to take with you. It made the whole experience less nerve wracking since you couldn’t bring yourself to find the actual learning material daunting since you were far too excited about what it would mean for your new life view. Your spare time in the library pouring through books that were on the list of recommended research materials was even enjoyable, although you had spent your life being conditioned to study harder than was necessary. You felt energized in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time when it came to your education so settling into a pattern of studying and living was an easy thing to do. Before you even realized it had been almost a month.

“So… celebration dinner on Friday?” Jeongin grinned watching you finally put your laptop down late in the evening, your takeout container beside you finally making you stop working so you could clean up.

“Celebrating what exactly?” You narrowed your eyes slightly at him while you rinsed your container for the recycling before dropping your napkin in the trash.

“Celebrating that you have survived the first month of your new life!” Jeongin looked incredulous “obviously”.

“Dinner would be awesome,” Seungmin agreed, nodding from where he sat on the couch reading a book.

“Just us?” you sighed, scrunching your nose as you tried to remember your new work schedule without looking at your phone.

“Well us, Chan, Changbin, Han, your boyfriend and the whores” Seungmin listed your friends names off on his fingers smiling slyly. 

“Alright” you grinned, making Jeongin double take at you to see if you were joking.

“You heard her agree” Jeongin announced pointing at Seungmin “I’ll organize everything”.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, flicking on the kettle to make yourself a cup of tea before you got ready for bed and called Felix, your roommates began discussing where they thought you should go to eat each idea either getting rejected by the other immediately or getting placed in a maybe list. Before you could even make it to your room your phone rang.

“Hi Lixie” you smiled widely as you answered.

“Hey baby” his deep honeyed voice filling your ear “you finished studying for the night?”.

“Uhuh” you hummed, shutting your bedroom door and placing your tea on your bedside table. “I was just going to get ready for bed and call you”.

“Yeah? Good I don’t want you working too hard” he laughed softly, you could hear fabric rustling around him probably from him laying on his bed.

“Innie and Seung want to have dinner on Friday, are you free?” you asked, getting yourself comfortable in your own bed.

“For you of course baby, where we going?” he drawled lazily 

“No idea yet, Innie’s organizing it to celebrate me surviving the past month” you giggled.

“I’m in baby” he continued, letting you sip your warm drink slowly “You should get ready for bed though it’s getting late and you need rest”.

“I know” you murmured your voice shy “But I wanted to hear your voice”. 

“How about just the two of us go out after dinner on Friday?” he offered, his voice full of soft affection.

“I would love that Lix” you grinned embarrassingly wide, grateful he couldn’t actually see you.

‘Goodnight baby,” Felix whispered sweetly.

“Night my Lixie” you yawned hearing him laugh as he hung up. 

You stood up forcing yourself to have a quick shower and get changed into your pajamas before settling into bed.

Sitting beside Felix and Changbin across from Chan you hoped you would be able to get through the dinner without too much teasing but that may not happen Hyunjin's eyes twinkled with mischief but it could have been alcohol so you waited to see what was going to happen.

"So you survived your first month! Go you" Changbin cheered clinking his beer against your pink lemonade glass.

"To be fair I didn't think I was at risk of dying during my classes" you grinned while taking a sip of the sweet and sour concoction.

"So that means with your job at the coffee shop and the scholarship you are free of your parents now?" Chan chimed in casually.

"I mean I haven't told them that yet but I assume they haven't noticed that the payment hasn't gone through or that they haven't tried to pay yet" you bit the inside of your cheek nervously, you had totally forgotten that eventually you would have to tell them and that they would not take it well.

"Do you need to tell them?" Han butted in after he swallowed a mouthful of his food.

"I was going to ignore it honestly" you flushed embarrassed at the admission of cowardice. “It seems less stressful to just not think about it”.

"Just tell them you're a grown woman and to fuck off" Minho shrugged pointing his chicken drumstick at you

"Yeah just call the abusive parents and tell them to fuck off" Felix sighed sarcasticaly shooting a look of annoyance at Minho who rolled his eyes in return.

"Felix is right man, she can't just tell them to leave her alone now" Seungmin added "They are far too controlling for that".

"Knowing how they react they will probably hire someone to throw her in a sack and drag her home," Jeongin joked lightly, attempting to make you laugh, his eyes sparkling with cheek.

"What kind of sack do you think they'd use?" you mused trying not to smile as the waiter brought more food to the table. The whole idea, although ridiculous, made you uneasy about all the changes that you had made even without mentioning that you had also gotten a boyfriend and a job that you would never tell them about. Ever.

"Anyway, Changbin did anything come from me giving you Hana's number?" you redirected the tables attention away from yourself and onto your buff friend who instantly started stuttering an answer.

Eating far too much was always a risk when you went out to eat with Seungmin and Jeongin but thankfully Changbin and Felix were happy to attack whatever you couldn't eat making you cackle as Changbin demanded Felix not touch the last few pieces of chicken that sat in front of you since 'he needed the protein for muscle growth more than his scrawny arse did'. Eventually you all finished up and Felix helped you from your chair wrapping his jacket around your shoulders like he had the night he walked you home from that party. Walking hand in hand you said goodbye to the others and made your way down to the river walk taking in the fairy lights and lanterns that hang from the trees which swayed lazily in the soft breeze.

"What are you thinking about baby? I can almost hear those gears whirling away in your head" he teased, bumping your shoulder gently.

"How am I going to tell my parents Felix?" you pondered looking out over the river "They are going to be furious"

"Yeah, they will probably be but there is nothing they can do about it" Felix agreed, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist pulling you closer to kiss your temple lovingly. "You are your own person, you can do what you want regardless of what they think".

"I know Lix, but they still treat me and think of me as a irresponsible child" you sighed leaning your head against Felix "What happens when they decide to punish me for insulting them?".

"Well one, they would have to go through me to get to you and two, block their number or even change your number. How will they find you?" he reasoned, squeezing you carefully as you continued to walk towards the row of restaurants and cafes on the boardwalk.

"Is it that simple?" you smiled up at him.

"No probably not but let's think it is for now baby, how about some dessert?" he hummed, leading you to a small dessert cafe and opening the door for you. “We can worry about that tomorrow”.

Sitting close together in a corner sharing candy covered fruit you let yourself relax soaking in Felix’s dazzling smiles and sweet nature until he walked you all the way back to your apartment and kissed you goodnight.

You awoke to your phone ringing loudly on your bedside table reaching for it you saw that it was still early the sun still only peaking between the tall buildings that surrounded your apartment complex. A frown tugged at your lips you had been dreaming of Felix, his plump lips, toned muscles and talented hands but the annoying and constantly repetetive sound that had inturupt your subconsious imaginings had left you irritated until you looked at your screen. Your father’s called ID was flashing on the screen. 

You froze.

The call ended revealing that you had missed two earlier calls before the ringing started again.

“It took you too fucking long to answer, who are you whoring yourself too?” he demanded hashly, the volume of his voice startling you.

“No one papa I was just catching up on some sleep” you meekly replied hoping to appease him.

“Where have you been going at night?” he continued to question you as his volume increased along with the vitriol in his tone.

“I was studying last night and I lost track of time so I didn’t come to bed until late” you stammered hoping you could calm his rage.

“Liar!” your father shouted ferosiously, forcing you to move the phone away from your ear. “You aren't even attending your classes anymore” he continued with accusations and rage pouring from each word. “You're nothing more than a pathetic failure”.

“I am still in school papa. I was awarded a better scholarship, it’s a full ride scholarship” you attempted to explain but he was already too furious to even listen to you.

“Your mother was told you changed your degree. Is this how you repay our years of help? Everything we have given you? By disobeying us? Disrespecting us?” His vicious words brought tears to your eyes but his hypocrisy was lighting the fuse of your anger.

“I am attending university, papa I swear. I… I just…” you swallowed hard the quiver in your voice impossible to ignore as you heard your mothers voice from beside your father complaining.

“We are coming to get you, this will stop now” he announced, cutting off your words and ending the call, leaving you gasping for breath as you began to panic. You couldn’t go back with them, you couldn’t go back, ever. You never wanted to be near them again after having just a small taste of the outside world and what things could be like if you were happy. With shaking fingers you fumbled to call someone, anyone, eventually hitting the green call symbol beside Felix’s name listening to the call tone as his phone rand.

“Hey baby, miss me already?” Felix answered, his deep voice scratchy from lack of use was still soothing to your terrified and scattered thoughts.

“Lix ” you stammered tears burning the corners of your eyes as the lump in your throat made it almost impossible to speak. "Help".

“Baby, where are you? We will be there in a few minutes” he almost growled as you heard the sound of Minho’s confused voice in the background.

“Home” you hiccuped feeling like your world was caving in you started panicking in earnest.

The blood rushing in your ears was making it hard to hear anything but you could faintly hear your name being called inside the apartment as Felix continued to encourage you to breathe slowly. Your door burst open, bouncing off the wall as Jeongin rushed in with his phone pressed to his ear, his hair messy from sleep and his pants hanging low on his hips.

"I got her Minho, just get here as soon as you can and I'll try to get whatever I can out of her" Jeongin frowned, kneeling down in front of you carefully pulling your phone from your death grip to speak to Felix. "I'm with her now Lix, just get here".

"Innie" you sniffed between gulping breaths “I can’t”.

"Shh you are going to be fine, I'm here, Felix is on his way and he is bringing the others for whatever is happening" he continued explaining slowly as he rubbed circles on your back cradling you against him while he tucked you under his chin.

"My dad called" you whimpered finally "they are coming here. They know". Fat salty tears fell down your cheeks dripping onto your t-shirt leaving dark splash marks on the fabric.

"You are not going with them. You are staying here." he frown deepened, with an edge forming in his tone which was impossible to miss.

"He said they know about me changing my course" you mumbled trying to focus on your breathing but achieving nothing but shallow gasps.

“Fuck” Jeongin murmured holding you closer to him “Let’s get you into the lounge and I’ll get Seung to come help too, yeah?” you could hear the tense strain in his voice so you didn’t protest letting him half lead half drag you to the couch ignoring the way you stumbled over your own feet. You made contact with the cushions as Jeongin plopped you down running from the room to bang on Seungmin’s door before returning to you. 

“Innie” you whispered your voice thick with fear and devistation.

“I got you, I’ll order some coffee and we will figure this out while your boyfriend gets here” he soothed pulling you back against his chest.

“The fuck is going on?” Seungmin groaned irritably as he rounded the hallway into the lounge before snapping his mouth shut and coming to your side giving Jeongin a look that made him answer for you. “Is this Felix’s fault?”.

“Her parent’s know and they are coming here” Jeongin explained passing you to Seungmin who cradled you against his chest while you continued to sob “she’s terrified, Felix is on his way with Minho. Do we call Chan? He usually knows what to do”.

“Call him but it’s early he may be asleep” Seungmin exhaled sharply.

“I’ll order coffee and food so we can plan out what to do” Jeongin smiled tightly his brows pinched as he looked at you worry etched across his young face.

“We will keep you safe” Seungmin mumbled into your hair squeezing your shoulders comfortingly. "Just keep breathing". Unable to respond, Seungmin just continued to hold onto you until the doorbell buzzed repeatedly and Jeongin disappeared to answer it.

"What the fuck is going on?" Felix growled his voice deeper and rougher than you had ever heard before, making a shiver run down your spine, kicking his shoes off and storming off down the hall before Jeongin could even answer his question. Minho and Hyunjin on his heels as they filed down the hallway after him looking concerned about whatever was happening.

"Have you called Chan or the police" Minho blinked his attention turning back to Jeongin as they all made their way into the lounge.

Felix had made his way to your side instantly gently taking you out of Seungmin's arms and pulling you into his lap. You pressed yourself into his chest hiding your face in the side of his neck, your tears still flowing freely to now stain his shirt.

"Her parents are on the way here to force her home" Seungmin explained "I think we should pack her some clothes and get her out of the apartment at least so she doesn’t have to see them"

"Good plan" Hyunjin nodded as he sat beside Felix taking one of your hands in his "We are all going to make sure you will stay here. We promise". You looked at him for a moment his face a mixture of concern and conviction as he offered you a small smile. 

"How about some hot chocolate?" Minho blurted, as though he had just remembered something important about helping a woman in tears, rushing off to the kitchen as the front door buzzer started ringing loudly for a second time making your whole body just about convulse with fear.

“Shh baby, you are safe, no one can hurt you while I am here” Felix breathed his lips against the crown of your head.

“It’s just Chan” Seungmin called from the hallway making your anxiety decrease slightly.

“What do we know?” Chan’s calm voice made you breathe a little easier as he made his way into the lounge with Han and Changbin in pursiut.

“What I told you on the phone” Seungmin answered honestly.

“So we need a plan on what we need to do?” Han sumerized breathing out heavily.

“Here drink this” Minho instructed handing you a mug “warm things help when you are stressed or sad, I read that somewhere”. 

“Her parents only know she lives in this building not what apartment she lives in and they have no idea about her having any friends” Seungmin reminded Jeongin who was spacing out slightly due to the early hour of the morning.

“So can you pack her a bag to stay at a hotel or with Felix or us?” Changbin yawned behind his hand looking between everyone for other ideas. You had been half listening to the conversation too busy concentrating on the sound of Felix’s heartbeat and the feeling of his chest rising and falling beside you.

“Would you be ok with that baby? Coming to stay with me and later if we need to keep you safe with Chan?” Felix asked gently his voice low but sweet as he ontinued running his fingers through your hair to calm you.

“Yeah that would be alright” you muttered mournfully before feeling an pang of guilt “I don’t want to be a burden”.

“You are never going to be a burden to anyone” Minho reassured you the conviction in his voice impossible for you to argue against.

“I’ll pack a bag for you” Jeongin nodded moving into your room. The intercom buzzed again making you once again go rigid th panic this time forcing Felix to begin tracing his fingers over your back in long grounding strokes to keep you with him in the moment. It was Changbin who went to the door coming back with paper bags and a drinks holder he placed them on the table for Seungmin who instantly brought one of the cups to place in front of you.

Your phone which you had abandoned on the table rang again causing the quiet murmur of conversation in the room to stop dead, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pick the device up your muscles locked and fingers gripped in Felix’s shirt so tightly the had turned white. It was Chan who picked up the phone denying the call and turning it off.

“Was it them?” Hyunjin asked a distinct edge in his voice.

“It was no one” Chan shrugged nochalently putting your phone with the bag that Jeongin had just dropped onto the floor beside the couch.

“I’ve packed clothes, chargers, your school stuff, your make up and skincare and your things” he smiled looking a little flustered but it made your heart warm knowing he had done it all for you.

“What happens if they call the police?” Han pondered out loud looking around between you all. “Would they even call the police?”.

“It won’t matter if they do, what are they going to say my adult daughter refuses to be forcefully taken back to her hometown? She’s not missing and she isn’t a minor” Hyunjin shrugged.

“If the cops do a wellness check we can just tell them everything that has happened and give them her number” Seungmin nodded seriously “We can also mention that she has been financially abused by them and has just gotten a full ride scholarship to help get herself emancipated from them”.

“Do we know when they will get here? Changbin probed gently, sympathy etched across his features.

“I think they must be close to the city if they called me” you croaked, your voice strained from crying, pushing yourself to speak.

“Drink” Hyunjin offered you your coffee trying his hardest to be gentle with you. “It will help”.

“How did they even find out that you had changed your degree?” Chan asked slowly the question only just coming to any of them.

“I don’t know” you admitted swallowing the no longer hot but rather luke warm chocolate that Minho had made for you.

“They must have called the university when they realized they hadnt made a payment or it had been returned” Seungmin offered still thinking about it himself.

“Probably a ‘helpful’ staff member telling confused parents about the change of payment and course” Han rolled his eyes “So much for the policy on student privacy”.

“It wouldn’t really be the universities fault” Jeongin added “I mean how many students have toxic and psychotic parents who are willing to drag their kids out of school for getting an education that isn’t in line with their ideals”.

“As much as we need to talk this all out and figure out what to do, I think it would be best if Felix gets you out of here soon”. Chan started taking control of the discussion. “Jeongin and Seungmin will stay here in case they know the apartment number and the rest of us can go downstairs and watch out for them that way we can witness anything they do and get evidence of anything disturbing.” You looked at Chan and noticed how affectionately he was looking at you “If anyone doesn’t want in, fair enough you can do the convenience store run”.

“Yeah, like any of us are going to miss out on intimidating her shitty parents” Changbin snickered, cracking his knuckles, which only served to make you flinch.

“Can you stand up for me baby?” Felix cooed, keeping his voice low but soft. You nodded, getting to your feet and revealing the massive wet spot on Felix’s chest where you had been crying. He grabbed your bag and slowly walked you towards the hallway so he could get you out of the apartment and as far away as he could before your parents arrived. 

“Thank you, all of you” you murmured wetly giving them a sad smile before Felix tugged you carefully into the hallway to get your shoes on.

You walked in silence for a couple of blocks while Felix ordered a taxi for you, your hood up and Felix’s leather jacket wrapped around your shoulders, your fingers interlocked with his as you walked further from your apartment, you had seen no traces of either of your parents or their car anywhere. It had felt like forever for the cab to arrive and you couldn’t help how stiffly you slid into the car or sat but after you started moving you took the first deep breath you could manage. With each block you put between your apartment and your destination the less anxious you felt finally being far enough away that you felt like you could think and function again. Felix led you into his apartment building, getting you into his apartment and finally into his room as quickly as he could, closing the door behind you both to give you a bubble of silence and relative safety. Felix wrapped his arms around you holding you to his chest in the middle of the room, he seemed to be waiting on a sign from you before he spoke.

Conflicting emotions continued to swirl in your heart and all you were sure of was that Felix was safe and that you needed his comfort in that moment, you needed him more than you ever had before. The scenarios that kept running through your mind of what would happen to Seungmin or Jeongin when your parents eventually turned up, what if the police got involved, what if they tried to get you kicked out of university, or what happens if they find you. Your ability to over think often kept you aware of potential dangers but was now attacking you as though you were the danger.

"Baby your thinking way too loudly" Felix murmured softly trying to calm your thoughts, his hands rubbing against your back comfortingly. “I promise they can’t find you here”.

"I am thinking up one hundred different things right now. I need them to stop" you breathed shakily, still grasping his clothes as though you could merge with it to disappear from the world's view.

"I will always keep you safe, I meant it when I said that even if one day you hate me I will protect you, I'll always protect you" he continued to allay your anxiety as best he could until you lifted your head slowly to look into his beautiful whisky colored eyes, the same eyes that were so truthful and sincere when he spoke.

"I won't let them hurt you ever again" he whispered his warm breath ghosting across your cheek. Leaning up your brushed lips against his barely making contact with his plump pink ones, the corners of his mouth turned upwards with the slightest smile giving you the confidence to repeat your action only with more conviction. You pressed yourself to him tentatively moving your lips against his own until a soft rumble bubbled from his chest. His hands found your waist as he adjusted his hold on your kissing you back in earnest.

“Felix?” you murmured breathily, your lips still brushing against his as you spoke.

“Hmm” he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I love you” you confessed timidly, having never been in love you weren’t sure if this was the right time to say anything, but it seemed like it was, or maybe your over stretched emotions were fooling you into thinking it was.

“And I love you” Felix breathed his lips curving into a bright grin before he kissed you once more before trailing his lips to your neck and burning his face against your warm skin. “I’ve loved you from pretty much the moment I met you”.

“Thank you for letting me stay here” you continued staying perfectly still hoping that the moment would last forever.

“I won’t let them take you from me” he pressed another soft kiss to your skin before letting you go. “But we should get you settled in, go have a hot shower and I’ll order us some food, baby.”

You stepped from the hot shower and wrapped yourself in one of Felix’s fluffy towels you knew he would have left his room to allow you to get redressed in peace. But you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at your reflection in the partially fogged up mirror, you had told Felix you loved him, you had shown him your most vulnerable sides and he still stayed by your side. You had been hard on him and still he had taken the time to break through your defences. You had asked him to be patient with you and he had been nothing other than a gentleman, never pushing and always asking your permission. Felix was everything you had wanted in a man but still something was holding you back and you weren’t sure what it was.

Dressing quickly in the clothes he had left on the bed for you, his clothes you couldn’t help but notice, you made your way out to the living area of the apartment only to stop dead in your tracks. Felix was unpacking take out bags onto the coffee table, his voice hushed as he spoke to Minho who lent against the island bench of the kitchen looking casual if not a little dishevelled, his hair was messier than usual and you could tell there was something that was irritating him.

“They showed up and yelled at Seung and Innie for a while but stopped when they realized we were watching them. It looked like her dad was amping up to start with us until Changbin took his hoodie off and Chan stood up from where he was sitting on the wall of the garden bed. They left pretty quickly after they realized we weren’t just skinny kids and that everything was being filmed in 4K” Minho explained nonchalantly, his posture relaxing slowly.

“So why is Hyunjin showering if nothing happened?” Felix’s eyes narrowed slightly before he noticed you standing in the doorway “C’mere baby” he gestured to you smiling widely at you his hand outstretched towards you.

“There’s a party tonight so we figured we would give you some space” Minho chuckled as you looked at Felix then him. Your eyes were still obviously puffy and red but your tears had stopped for the moment.

“Ah, you boys still need to get laid, of course” you tried teasing lightly, taking the bubble tea that Felix had for you and taking a small sip.

“What can I say there are too many pretty women out there and only two of us to bless them with our presence” Minho smirked, making you snort out a real laugh.

“I’m sorry for stealing Felix and increasing your workload” you faux sighed making Felix laugh loudly.

“Good, you’re feeling better then?” Hyunjin asked, stepping into the living room from his room looking like a male model, his black t-shirt clinging to his frame like it was a second skin.

“A bit yeah, thank you for helping deal with them” you smiled tightly at Hyunjin as Minho moved to go get ready “You too Minho” you called after him.

“We were hardly going to let anything happen that would make you miserable” Hyunjin shrugged, stealing a few fries from the cardboard container next to Felix’s drink before he could swat him away from the food. “No one deserves that”.

“Try not to be too loud if you come home tonight then” Felix smacked Hyunjin’s hand as he reached for seconds.

“If?” you blinked, picking up some fries for yourself.

“Well we don’t often make it back here” Hyunjin grinned “you surely remember that”.

“Try not to make anyone else homeless at least” you rolled your eyes popping the salty potato into your mouth.

“Ok I’m good you want to head out” Minho called from down the hall making Hyunjin jump up and grab his jacket “ Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do”. Hyunjin laughed boisterously, throwing you a flirty wink before leaving to follow Minho out of the apartment.

“Sluts” you mumbled putting more fries into your mouth listening to Felix’s deep musical laugh as he turned on the TV. 

“Man whores” Felix corrected snickering as he saw your eyes widen at being caught. “I figured we could watch some trashy action movies to keep it light and just eat and chill out until you feel like going to bed”. The opening credit of a movie that looked familiar started playing and Felix picked up a piece of fried chicken to eat

“What did Minho tell you before I came in?” you asked, finally letting him a few mouthfuls before you pressed him for info.

“Basically what he said to you” he sighed, turning to look at you. “They got there after we get here so you were right that they were nearby when they called. They called Seung and Innie some shitty things and threatened to call the cops Seung told them to do it and that if they kept harassing him and Innie they would call them cops on them. Your mother was throwing a fit about them stealing her daughter but they stopped when Minho interrupted them to say that we had all read the email and seen your scar. Your dad went pale and Changbin took off his hoodie to intimidate them into leaving. Chan said that you had made it clear to all of them that you didn’t want to see your parents again and it would be best if they left” Felix pursed his lips watching you to see your reaction but you had nothing left to make tears so you only nodded taking another sip of your drink.

“They never liked to create scenes, so being told that other people knew what had happened between us they would be furious” you scowled looking at the food in front of you. “I want them to just give up and leave”.

“Well if you keep your phone off and they don’t know where you are hopefully they will” Felix squeezed your hand and picked up another piece of chicken dipping in the dressing before lifting it to your lips. “Please eat and we will just ignore everything else in the outside world. It’s now just me and you, no one else”.   

You agreed letting him feed you a few bites before taking over and curling up beside him on the couch his arm draped around your shoulder as you watched the same plot play out for the thousandth time as you ate. A large car chase that ended with an explosion that in reality would have leveled a city block but in the film only managed to destroy one car, you had a sense of deja vu. Looking up at Felix who was still watching the TV despite his flingers trailing delicate circles on your upper arm you realized that this was the same movie from the night at Chan’s, the night he had been drawing patterns on your ankle, the night the older man at the convenience store told you that out of the of guys he was the one that looked like he was your boyfriend. Turning back to the movie you laid your head against his chest letting his scent and touch fill the space that the fear and worry had previously been.

“Do you want to watch another one? Or do you want to cuddle in bed?” Felix asked quietly, placing a kiss on your hair.

“Bed I think, I’m exhausted” you muffled a yawn as he chuckled at you letting you get up in your own time.

“Leave everything we can clean up in the morning” he added, shooing you away from the empty containers and drink cups.

“Won’t the others be annoyed?” you mused letting him gently guide you back towards his room not really putting up a fight. You felt drained now that the adrenaline had run its course and you had realized that no one could enter the bubble of safety Felix had created for you.

“Doubt it” Felix laughed, closing the door behind the pair of you “they may not even come home so they won’t know”.

You didn’t wait for an invitation, you just lazily crawled into Felix’s bed getting yourself comfortable in the soft sheets stretching and curling up to wait for him to join you. Beaming at you Felix just tugged off his jeans and shirt and climbed in beside you pulling you again the length of his body your face pressed against his smooth warm chest.

“Fuck, I already love having you here” he murmured one hand stroking the length of your back creeping under the material of his shirt so he could brush against your bare skin.

“I like being here” you admitted shyly, placing a chaste kiss on his sternum. Your eyes were getting heavier as he lightly brushed your skin, each feather light touch relaxing your muscles further until you felt yourself slip into sleep.

Waking with a jolt you could still hear your father’s voice screaming at you that you were a failure, that you would never be able to leave once they got you back home. You breathing was harsh, too loud to your own ears but the disorientation only lasted a few seconds until Felix wound his arms around you again.

“Shhh baby, it was just a dream” he soothed his voice deep from the lack of use while he slept. You continued to teeter on the edge of panic for a few more moments until you remembered you were not in your apartment and your parent’s couldn’t find you.

“M’sorry” you sniffed swallowing hard, your body still rigid with lingering fear.

“It’s alright, I’m here baby” he whispered, sitting up to pull you into a tight hug until your breathing returned to normal. When you began to relax in his arms he pulled away cupping your face with one hand and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You melted into him letting him softly kiss the fear away from you until you were breathing a little heavier for an entirely different reason.

a/n: I am sorry that I update sporadically but unfortunately that is all I am able to do now and probably will remain that way in at least the near future. Thank you again for reading my loves you are amazing and every like, reblog and comment warms my half dead soul xx

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Backstage Pass pt. 5 idols!Hyunjin x Felix x Chan x manager!reader

Felix didn’t say a word, just looked at you like he could devour you where you stood. His freckles were kissed pink from the sun, his curls still damp from the pool, and he didn’t need to say a thing to let you know exactly what he wanted.

Hyunjin saw that look and pulled you closer, possessive now. “Felix, don’t start.”

But Felix just tilted his head. “I didn’t even touch her yet.”

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, 18+, poly relationship, light bdsm, dom-sub undertones, sub! reader, sub! felix, switch! hyunjin, dom! chan, group sex, threesome, mmf, and mm interactions, jealousy kink, possessiveness, oral! m and f receiving, consensual rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, they call her angel, mild breathplay, cockwarming, edging, semi-public, slight voyeurism, emotional intensity, probably some that I missed Word Count: 2.8k+ Tags: @chasinghxran @aria-again @skyearby @jinniesgirl @imagine-all-the-imagines @sammhisphere @femaholicc Extras: established relationship with rising tension, vacation au, Chan is in Charge™, Felix is sweet but filthy, Hyunjin Is A Menace (and He Knows It), reader gets wrecked in the best way, everyone is down bad, reader is so loved, it hurts Enjoy<3 BP BP pt. 2 BP pt. 3 BP pt. 4

After finally wrapping up a grueling world tour and delivering back-to-back promotional content, the label finally greenlit a much-needed two-week break. The catch? They had to stay together, off-grid, and technically still under “brand-safe” guidelines. Cue Jisung casually throwing out “What if we went somewhere warm? Like, stupid warm?”

Chan floated Bali, expecting it to get dismissed, but to his surprise, the group jumped at the idea.

So now here you are—manager on vacation, which is ironic because you're still managing. Hotel bookings, sunscreen reminders, and making sure Seungmin doesn’t pick a fight with a sea turtle.

The villa was split into two wings: one for the chaos (Han, Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin) and one for the “peaceful, responsible ones’ with Bang Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix.

You ended up in a suite right next to the one that housed your boys, and it was meant to be relaxing.

But now you're dodging lingering stares over breakfast, shared poolside glances, and late-night knocks that aren’t exactly “professional.”

No schedule, no press, no stage lights.

Just Bali sunsets, sweat-slick skin, and three men who promised to wait for you—now with nothing but time.

They were supposed to behave, but Hyunjin was currently pressed against your back in the hallway of your suite, hands at your waist like he was trying not to lose his mind, lips ghosting your ear.

“You walked around in that swimsuit on purpose,” he whispered, his voice full of bite, heat curling into every word.

“You asked me to wear it,” you shot back, smirking—right as Felix rounded the corner and saw the two of you.

And just like that, you were in trouble.

Felix didn’t say a word, just looked at you like he could devour you where you stood. His freckles were kissed pink from the sun, his curls still damp from the pool, and he didn’t need to say a thing to let you know exactly what he wanted.

Hyunjin saw that look and pulled you closer, possessive now. “Felix, don’t start.”

But Felix just tilted his head. “I didn’t even touch her yet.”

The tension hit like a wave—thick, heavy, dangerous.

You should’ve stopped it there. You knew you should’ve stepped back. It could’ve been any one of the other boys who’d rounded that corner, but Felix’s hand was already brushing your hip, Hyunjin’s fingers were digging in, and your knees were starting to go weak.

“Are you three serious right now?”

Chan’s voice cut through the air like a whip.

He stood at the top of the stairs, towel slung around his shoulders, hair wet, eyes hard with disappointment.

Your stomach dropped.

“Get your hands off her,” he said to Hyunjin and Felix, stepping down slowly. “I told you—vacation or not, you don’t get to be reckless with her.”

They backed off, but the fire was still in their eyes. Felix licked his lips. Hyunjin looked like he wanted to say something but bit it back.

Chan reached you last, standing close enough that your breath caught.

“You okay?” he asked lowly, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

You nodded. Barely.

He leaned in, voice silk-wrapped steel. “Then keep it together. Because if they touch you again without permission—I’ll handle it myself.”

And something about the way he said that made your legs cross on instinct.

Dinner was supposed to be calmer.

It wasn’t.

Hyunjin sat beside you, Felix across from you, and Chan… at the head of the table, watching. The rest of the boys were dispersed in the other empty seats throughout and the villa’s private chef served course after course while the ocean breeze drifted through the open terrace, soft candlelight dancing across the linen.

But you weren’t paying attention to the view.

Hyunjin’s hand slid along your thigh beneath the tablecloth, just enough to make your leg twitch. He didn’t look at you. Just kept chewing his fish like he wasn’t playing a dangerous game.

You pressed your lips together, cleared your throat.

Felix caught the motion and leaned his elbow on the table, resting his cheek in his palm while his foot—his damn foot—began sliding slowly along your ankle, teasing up your calf. The look in his eyes said it all: you started this.

And Chan?

Chan hadn’t touched his wine. He just swirled the glass in slow circles, eyes flicking between all three of you. Sharp and knowing.

You tried to act normal.

You tried.

“Something wrong, manager-nim?” Chan asked across the table, and you could hear the challenge in his voice.

You blinked, heart in your throat. “N-no. Just… the breeze.”

Felix smirked. Hyunjin’s fingers crept higher.

Chan leaned back in his seat, stretching lazily like a lion in the sun, then rested one hand on the table with purpose. He stood, slow and deliberate, then walked around behind your chair and bent down, whispering in your ear:

“Finish your meal, angel. You’ll need the energy.”

Later, in your bedroom, long after the moon had taken to the sky, he didn’t speak until the door shut behind you.

Then, he locked it.

“I told you three to keep it together,” Chan said, voice low and even as he turned to face you, Hyunjin, and Felix. “So what is it? You think I won’t follow through? That I won’t remind you how this works?”

No one spoke.

He pointed to the edge of the bed. “Sit.”

You sat.

“Hyunjin—knees.”

Hyunjin dropped to the floor in front of you, flushed and breathing unevenly.

“Felix—stand behind her.”

Felix obeyed, fingers twitching with the urge to touch you again. But he didn’t, not without permission.

Chan stepped in front of you last, tilting your chin up with that same quiet authority, and a voice soft enough to be dangerous.

“You two want to show off how much you want her?” His gaze never left yours. “Fine. You’re gonna help me ruin her. But only when I say so. Understand?”

“Yes,” Hyunjin breathed.

Felix’s voice was darker. “Yes, Chan.”

Chan’s lips brushed your ear, the words like velvet over steel:

“And you, angel? You’re not getting off easy either.”

His eyes never left yours.

You were still perched, legs parted just enough to tease, head tipped back from where Hyunjin knelt in front of you, looking like a damn fever dream—his lips were swollen already, jaw tight, eyes begging.

Felix stood behind you like a halo of heat. His breath danced against your neck. “You want to kiss her so badly, huh?” Chan said softly, but his words bit. “Couldn’t even wait ‘til after dinner. Couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves.”

No one moved.

“Felix,” he said, voice calm but razor-sharp. “Put your hands on her waist.”

Felix exhaled shakily. His palms landed on your hips, firm and possessive, grounding you instantly.

“Hyunjin,” Chan went on, “kiss up her thighs. Slowly.”

You shuddered.

Hyunjin obeyed without a word. Lips trailing warm, soft fire from your knees up. Not rushed—worshipful. Like he’d been starving and finally got a taste. He kissed just shy of your center, breath ghosting over the wetness in a way that made your stomach clench.

Chan crouched to his level. “Don’t get greedy,” he warned lowly. “That’s mine.”

Hyunjin nodded once, chest rising and falling fast.

There was a pause, the air in the room thickened like syrup.

Chan stepped back, smug and dominant in that calm, methodical way that made your thighs clamp together on instinct.

“You’ll thank me later,” he said, brushing his lips across your jaw. “But for now?”

His hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make you still.

“You’re gonna take every. single. thing. I give you.”

It was chaos in slow motion.

Hyunjin had your legs spread open across the bed, kissing down your thighs like he meant to memorize every inch. Felix knelt behind you, one arm around your waist, the other cupping your breast, fingers teasing over your nipple like he was testing how fast he could make you moan.

Chan paced beside the bed, shirtless, sweat slicking his chest, eyes narrowed with control barely hanging on.

“You really let them touch you in public like that?” he asked lowly, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. “Let them tease you like some little groupie who doesn’t know who she belongs to? What if you’d have been caught? Hm? If Jisung had come down those steps instead of me?”

You tried to answer. You couldn’t.

Hyunjin’s tongue slid over your clit with a slow, devastating stroke and our hips jolted. Felix held you tighter, groaning into your neck.

“She’s soaking,” Hyunjin whispered. “Dripping. She’s so sensitive.”

“She’s greedy,” Chan corrected.

Felix’s hand moved between your legs, his fingers joining Hyunjin’s mouth—slow, practiced strokes in time with your breath. You were unraveling already, hips twitching, thighs trembling.

But Chan wasn’t done.

“Don’t let her come.”

Hyunjin moaned in frustration but obeyed—pulling back just as your thighs clenched around his head. Felix cursed softly against your skin, but moved his fingers lower, teasing your entrance without giving you what you needed.

Chan climbed onto the bed, sliding between your legs. “You think they’re good at teasing? Let me show you what denial really feels like.”

He dipped two fingers into you without warning, pressing deep, curling just right. You choked on a cry, your back arching. Felix held your arms down when you tried to move.

“You’ll take it,” Chan growled, fucking you with his fingers slow, deep, cruelly. “Until I say you’ve earned it.”

Hyunjin’s mouth was back on your thigh, but this time lower, lips brushing Felix’s fingers when he licked over you, and Felix groaned like he could come just from watching.

“You wanna kiss him, Hyunjin?” Chan asked.

Hyunjin nodded, eyes hazy.

“Then earn that too.”

Felix pulled his fingers from you and sucked them clean—loud, wet, and messy—before grabbing Hyunjin by the jaw and kissing him like he’d die without it. Tongue first, raw, desperate.

You cried out at the sight, at the feeling of Chan’s fingers stroking you right on the edge while you watched two of your boys fall apart for each other.

“Beg for it, baby,” Chan said. “Let them hear you. Let them know whose girl you really are.”

You begged.

You sobbed.

And when you finally came, Chan didn’t let it stop there.

He just smiled darkly and whispered, “Again.”

You were on your knees now, back arched, head tipped up in obedience.

Felix knelt beside you, flushed and shaking. His eyes were glassy, lips kiss-swollen and bitten.

Hyunjin stood behind you both, the only one still partially clothed, shirt half open, mouth parted in awe and frustration.

“You want to switch places with me, don’t you?” Chan asked Hyunjin, his voice like velvet and fire. “Want to be the one in control?”

Hyunjin swallowed hard.

Chan reached down, and tangled a hand in your hair, tilting your face toward him. “But you don’t get to have this,” he whispered. “Not unless I let you.”

Hyunjin growled.

Felix moaned.

And you? You whimpered, hips rocking slightly for friction that wasn’t allowed.

“Felix,” Chan said. “Use your mouth on her.”

Felix dropped to your thighs like a man possessed. His mouth was messy and fast, tongue relentless, and you cried out as your knees buckled—but Chan caught you with a firm hand around your throat.

“Stay up, angel. Let Hyunjin watch how greedy you get.”

Felix groaned against your skin.

Chan tilted your chin toward Hyunjin, who was palming himself through his jeans.

“You want to help him, don’t you?” Chan asked you.

You nodded, already half-broken. “Please.”

“Then you better make it good.”

He shoved you gently toward Hyunjin, who unzipped with shaking hands—and you didn’t hesitate. You took him in your mouth slowly, lovingly, while Felix licked between your legs like he couldn’t breathe without it.

“Look at that,” Chan murmured behind you. 

He didn’t touch you again—not yet, just watched. Commanded. Spoke filth and praise in equal measure.

And when you did finally come?

It was with Felix’s tongue inside you, Hyunjin’s hand tangled in your hair, and Chan’s voice in your ear saying,

“Don’t you ever forget who you belong to.”

You knew it the second Hyunjin kissed you again—really kissed you.

It wasn’t the soft, reverent touch from earlier.

This kiss was hungry.

His hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you forward, mouth crashing into yours like he was trying to drown in it. Felix lay panting beside you, blissed out and ruined, but Hyunjin?

He was still starving.

And Chan saw it.

He stood near the dresser, arms crossed over his chest, sweat still glistening on his abs. Watching Hyunjin slide his hand down your back and press you flat to the sheets like he was claiming you.

Chan said nothing.

Not yet.

Hyunjin’s fingers found their way between your legs again, slick and practiced, dragging a moan from your throat that made his head fall back in pleasure.

“You feel that?” he whispered against your lips. “You’re soaked for me.”

You whimpered, nodding before you could think.

“And who made you like this?” he growled.

You hesitated.

That’s where you fucked up, my friend.

Hyunjin flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up, pressing into you from behind. Not inside—not yet—but enough to feel the heat of him, the pressure, the promise.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“Say it. Say it was me.”

You couldn’t answer. Your brain was fried. Your body was too busy trying not to fall apart.

Chan finally moved.

And the room shifted.

He walked over slow, like a storm rolling in, grabbed a fistful of Hyunjin’s hair, and yanked him back with no effort at all.

“You done?” he asked, voice low and terrifyingly calm. “Having fun pretending you’re in charge?”

Hyunjin didn’t speak.

You were shaking. Not from fear—from how much the room crackled.

Chan gripped your jaw and forced you to your knees. “You wanna act like you forgot who makes you scream loud enough to echo in every fucking hallway of this villa?”

You blinked up at him, dazed.

He undid his pants with one hand. “Open.”

You did—lips parted, tongue out, tears already welling as he shoved himself into your mouth with no warning.

Deep. Raw. Desperate.

His hips rolled slow at first, one hand on the back of your head, the other tangled in your curls. You gagged softly but didn’t stop—wouldn’t. He tasted like sweat and salt and ownership.

Felix stirred behind you, dazed, but not moving—just watching with wide, reverent eyes. Hyunjin was still recovering from where Chan had thrown him, still flushed and heaving, but now completely silent. Watching, waiting.

“I let you touch her,” Chan growled between thrusts, looking dead at Hyunjin. “I gave you a taste. And you thought you could take control?”

Hyunjin licked his lips, voice breaking. “She wanted it.”

Chan yanked you back by the hair, spit, and saliva glistening on your lips, your throat swollen and raw from how deep he’d gone.

“She wants me,” he snarled. “Even when she forgets, her body remembers.”

He climbed on top of you, slowly, dragging his palm up your spine until you were pinned under him, hips still arched, face turned sideways on the bed.

Your legs were already shaking. 

He didn’t warm you up this time.

He didn’t need to.

He buried himself inside you in one sharp thrust that had you screaming—no restraint, no forgiveness. You were already so wet, so wrecked, it sounded like slick honey every time he drove into you, punishing and slow.

“You like being watched?” he gritted, thrusts picking up pace. “Like showing them what it looks like when I ruin you?”

Hyunjin was stroking himself hard now, eyes wide with something between awe and shame.

Felix whimpered into his own arm, unable to look away.

Chan leaned over your back, teeth sinking into your shoulder hard enough to mark.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say who owns you.”

“You,” you sobbed.

“Say who gets to break you.”

“You, Chan. Always you.”

Felix whimpered. Hyunjin groaned.

But Chan wasn’t done.

He gripped your hips and snapped into you harder, pulling a sound from your throat that barely sounded human.

“You can watch, Hyunjin,” he said without looking back. “But you don’t get to lead.”

“And you,” Chan growled down at you, dragging his teeth over your shoulder, “don’t ever hesitate again when someone else tries to take what’s mine.”

You nodded, tears hot and blissful.

He slowed—just enough to make you tremble, to hear every soft sound you made, every little gasp and whisper.

Then he grinned, cruel and warm.

“Good girl.”

And when you came, it was with Chan’s name falling from your lips like worship.

And his voice in your ear saying, “Mine.”

To be continued

-E

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SEOSPICY PREVIEW.

COVET: CHAPTER ONE

Felix x reader x Bangchan. (s,a)

Synopsis: When a friend of your dad set you up with his son, you hope to see the man you used to love— but it was his stepbrother who showed up instead, Felix. He is your student. Too bold. Too young. But also impossible to resist. Then Chris returns—gentle, steady, still the same man you once dreamed of. Now you're stuck between the past that once had your heart… and the boy who’s learning how to break it.

Preview under cut!

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The café is warm and quiet, tucked into a corner of the city where everything feels slow and curated. Jazz plays softly through the speakers, and the hanging lights above each table give off that soft golden glow that makes everything feel more intimate than it should.

You chose the booth by the window. Partly for the view, partly so you could look like you weren’t desperately scanning the room every time the front door opened and it's thirty-seven minutes past the appointed time.

It’s not like him to be late.

Chris—at least the Chris you used to know—was punctual. Thoughtful. Someone who would’ve shown up early and probably brought flowers and smiled that boyish, dimpled smile that made your stomach do flips.

You’re on your second latte now because the first one went cold while you kept glancing at the entrance like an idiot. This one’s mostly foam, but your hands need something to do. You pull out your compact and reapply your lipstick. Again.

God, this is ridiculous.

You keep telling yourself he’ll walk in any minute now. That he probably just got caught in traffic. That maybe he’s circling the block trying to find parking. That he’ll be here, and it’ll be worth it. That all this effort—all this nervous energy and too-tight hope—will mean something.

The bell above the door rings and you don’t look up. You’re tired of looking up. Tired of the tiny jolt of anticipation that always dissolves into another stranger, another group of friends, another barista returning from break.

You take a sip of your latte and slump slightly into your seat, letting your shoulders relax for the first time in an hour. And that’s when you feel it. A presence. Eyes on you.

You glance up, expecting… no one. Expecting just another unfamiliar face. But what you see is a black leather jacket. Tousled blond hair. And that unmistakable, shit-eating smirk.

Felix. He’s standing near the entrance, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket, head tilted just slightly like he’s amused. Like he meant to find you here.

You blink, completely thrown, stomach dropping as your brain tries to piece it together. He sees your confusion—and it only makes his grin deepen. He walks toward your table like he belongs here. Like this is a game and he’s been playing it longer than you realized.

And the worst part? He looks good. Too good. The kind of good that makes your throat dry.

You sit up straighter, every nerve ending suddenly on high alert. What the hell is he doing here?

This was supposed to be a date with Mr. Bahng's son. Chris. Not with the boy who makes a habit of testing your patience. Not with your student. Not with Felix.

You duck your head instinctively, hand lifting to shield your face like you’re invisible behind a half-full latte and a smear of lip gloss.

But it’s too late. Felix has already seen you.

You hear his boots before you see him—the confident thud of them crossing the café floor. You keep your eyes locked on the swirls in your coffee, praying he’ll just pass by, that this is some bizarre coincidence.

But of course it's not. Felix stops in front of your table. Then, without asking, without a shred of hesitation, he sits right across from you. One arm slung over the back of the booth, legs stretched comfortably, as if he’s been doing this with you every Friday night for years. And that smirk. That goddamn smirk. That smug, lazy, self-satisfied smirk that tells you this isn’t just a coincidence.

You stare at him, jaw tight, but before you can get a word out, he speaks. “Your date is here.”

You scoff. Audibly. “Felix, just because we’re off campus doesn’t mean you can do this.”

He raises his brows, all innocence. “Do what?”

You narrow your eyes. “Whatever this is. Showing up, sitting down—ruining my night.”

“I’m not ruining anything,” he says easily, resting his chin on his hand. “I am your night.”

You blink. “You’re—what?”

“I’m your date.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Nice try.”

But your heart stutters because he’s not joking. He’s not being sarcastic. He’s dead serious.

“No,” you say quickly, voice sharp. “No, you can’t be. It’s supposed to be—”

You stop yourself because you never actually said Chris’s name aloud. You just assumed because who else would it be?

Felix shrugs. Then, slowly, he pulls his phone out of his jacket and turns the screen toward you. There it is. A message thread from someone labeled Mom.

One message in particular, sitting bright and brutal on the screen: "Felix sweetie, don’t forget. Café Verona, 7PM. You’ll be meeting her there. Be nice. Your dad will be so happy if this works out."

No. No, no, no.

Your breath catches in your throat, your lips parting but no words coming out. Your brain tries to string together logic—maybe it’s a prank, maybe he hacked a phone, maybe—

But your name is there. The café’s name. The time. It’s real.

You stare at the message again, then at him, your voice cracking when you finally manage, “But—Mr. Bahng said—his son…”

Felix lets out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah. His stepson.”

He watches you with something gentler now beneath the smugness, like he knows the floor has just been pulled out from under you. “You didn’t know?” he asks casually. “He married my mom eight years ago.”

The air around you thins. You grip the edge of the table like it’ll keep you grounded.

Mr. Bahng. Your second father. Your comfort in this city. And Felix—the boy who’s made it his mission to get under your skin—is his stepson.

You feel it all at once. The burn of humiliation. The dizzying confusion. The heavy drop in your stomach like the whole night has collapsed under its own weight.

Your voice barely makes it past your lips. “This… has to be a mistake.”

But you know it’s not.

Felix leans back in the booth, watching you unravel with maddening calm, and that smirk returns—less teasing now. More… inevitable.

“Guess you’re stuck with me tonight, Professor.”

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Full fic will be released this Friday, July 11th. Or you can read it early on my Patreon:

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content: just the most random moments and convos with felix. This one is idol au btw ehehe. If you need some comfort and fluffy moments then this is for you! it's lowkey suggestive so watch out for that.

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