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Claiming what is mine (Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt)

Word Count: 18,2k

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Threesome,Female oral receiving, Riding, V Fingering

Summary: Jealousy is something MC has gotten familiar with, always managing to reign in her boys loving them the same even through sometimes ridiculous tantrums. But when it’s her turn of feeling envious things tend to turn out spellbinding,

Authors Note: L/N – stands for Last Name. I referenced the song Ekaterina Shelehova - Savage Daughter. Finally wrote a one-shot, not that it took me a dang long while but here we are. This is pure selfishness from my parttttt, hope you enjoy it :3

I've sadly no idea whose this picture or screenshot belongs to I got it from tiktok.

‘’How about it, L/N? Fancy an outing to Hogsmeade before exam’s start?’’

I hum at the question the conversation that flew between the girls redirected to include me ‘’Ah so predictable. She is going to blow us off girls.’’ Imelda snorts ‘’The hesitation is enough of an answer.’’

The amusement in her tone and comment have me frowning as I crack an eye open, to send a glare at the Slytherin girl. With 2 classes cancelled I’ve been dragged outside my napping spot relocated, Poppy being impossible to say no to. They’ve chosen to take us to the big expanse outside of the Bell tower to the Hogwarts grounds. Unfortunately, other students had a similar idea as my friends. Luckily, we took a detour away from the fountain and benches picking a patch of grass covered land of to the side.

I’ve made good use of my one-shoulder bag and cloak turning them into a makeshift pillow, having laid down first the girls settling on my right, leaving me be as they began chatting. That is until Natty brought up the topic, their almost weekly trip to Hogsmeade always extended to me to join in. It’s not that I always said no, but being an ancient magic wielder that is still in rigorous training – not to sound arrogant it’s just the truth – and trying to keep up with studies time is somewhat a luxury.

‘’Can you stop speaking for me? How do you know for certain I’mma say no?’’ I grumble watching her smirk knowingly crossing her arms, keeping a confident demander while Natty and Poppy giggle, amused by us.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry girls, Sebastian asked to copy my notes, Oh I’m so sorry I promised Ominis to help him with bla bla bla…’’ Imelda raises her tone bringing her hand to her forehead exaggerating in her imitation of me. I sit up quickly ready to send a harmless jinx at her choosing to give her a deadpanned glare instead. It leaves her unphased doubling over in laughter pointing her finger at me ‘’Spot on, wasn’t I?’’ she shouts through laughter while Poppy reaches over brushing something from my shoulders.

‘’Don’t mind her Mc.’’ she begins sweetly ‘’We understand you have important responsibilities to tend to.’’ Turning slightly right to face the girls and oversee the castle I pout at the Hufflepuff that despite the jab remains all to innocent looking for me to tease her in return or take it to heart.

‘’Alright settle down, I’m sure Mc finds it difficult to say no given her very realistic load of obligations.’’ Natty the voice of reason comes to my defence to which I give her a thankful smile her seriousness an attempt to placate the girls.

‘’Hey if I had two dotting boyfriends, I would blow us off too. All the time.’’ Imelda comments lying down propped up by her elbows, her words causing heat to hit my cheeks.

‘’I do not blow you off all the time!’’ I counter ‘’I hardly spend time with them if you must know.’’

My outburst causes them to explode into another fit of laughter, bringing attention to us from some onlookers. As grumpy as I feel I cross my arms momentarily ending up throwing them in the air for dramatics letting myself fall back on the ground, eyes closing ‘’Laugh all you want, girls. I know what I’m about.’’

More teasing ensues at my expanse, Imelda having a fieldtrip of a day. Seeing her so animated and engaged I let her be, even Natty coming up with a few blows of her showing her Gryffindor spirit. Poppy remains the only neutral one, discouraging them succeeding only when she switches the theme over to Imelda liking a fellow Slytherin boy as of recent.

While the Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor gals begin their interrogation I readjust myself by propping my head on my arms now raised and bent behind my head. Oh, the beginning stages of liking someone. I don’t miss the whole cat and mouse chase, people tend to do at all. Liking one person is hard enough as it is but liking two people? Unable to decide between them? Favouring a life of loneliness instead of breaking someone’s heart? That sounds about right in my case. The confusion and fear were too real.

Fortunately, what I thought were one sided feelings turned out to be recuperated on both sides. It still feels quite unbelievable even now that we’ve been together for more than a year. Yeah, the 5th year was a bit much to entertain the notion of romance as I’ve had too many near death experiences. The whole ancient magic ability still something of a puzzle even today my familiarity better but caution ever present.

I digress, nonetheless.

The thought of my boyfriend’s instantly calms me down, memories of horrors laid to rest as I smile softly at the image of them in class right now. I’m not sure which subjects they are attending so I let my imagination run, seeing Ominis leant on the desk propping his head up with his hand half asleep as Professor Bin rambles about some battle that happened way to long ago. Sebastian on the other end is stuck in charms class I’m sure trying to get Garreth in trouble for no good reason. Even after going through what he did, he still hasn’t matured to the point of losing his mischief the trait evolving in my opinion into a more undetectable approach his detention days over as he has gotten bloody brilliant at the mischief he manages.

‘’…speaking of future boyfriends and regular ones, isn’t that Sebastian?’’ Natty pipes up in question.

‘’Hey, I didn’t say I was going to court him!’’ Imelda hisses in protests, while I remain unmoving trying my best not to be obvious or too eager to see one of my boyfriends.

‘’You don’t need to use words; it’s written all over your face dear Imelda.’’ Poppy giggles in delight. Curiosity getting the best of me I open my eyes taking in the cloudless blue sky, eyes briefly watering thanks to the sun shining directly at us prompting me to sit back up.

‘’It really is my dear friend.’’ Natty confirms, our Slytherin companion grumbling without much fire, her cheeks coloured pink. I don’t bother with chiming in Imelda having revealed much more than she intended to, Natty having good intuition with guessing things portraying herself as knowing when she in reality is just bluffing.

I scan the grounds noticing several students making their way from the Bell tower outside. So, my gaze takes me directly to the castle’s entrance things looking normal. Normal at first glance that is. Were the girls trying to get a rouse out of Imelda or me? Because Sebastian is nowhere in sight. And I pride myself in finding him and Ominis easily, their magic a song in my ear whenever they are close.

Placing my right hand on the ground touching the grass and earth I take a breath, grounding myself so to speak only now noticing a few girls past the entrance point crowded together finally finding my boyfriend. Although I’ll admit I’m not too keen on the sight.

He’s surrounded by girls from the 6th year, our classmates even, the younger ones shyly standing aback but still hovering, nonetheless. Ever the flawless charmer he is, he chats effortlessly I’m sure replying to anything thrown his way, turning to each and every girl making sure to look in their eyes. And give them his full attention if only for a moment. ‘It’s just the way he is’ Ominis’ words ring in my head ‘He’s not doing it on purpose.’. I exhale through my nose watching as Sebastian gets flustered by something, right hand reaching behind his head to scratch awkwardly the action making some girls swoon – they aren’t subtle, ogling him brazenly – his fans oblivious to his nervous habit. Good. I’m glad he’s nervous. Being too polite and nice to shoo them away, knowing full well he’s a taken man. The audacity.

‘’It seems our Mc doesn’t have to eat Pepper Imps to have smoke coming out of her ears.’’

The remark has me snapping my attention back to my friends their mirth tripled as they observe me, as if waiting for me to snap at any moment. Their looks bring me back to myself so to speak felling how tense I’ve gotten, even grinding my teeth together. Shaking my head, I tsk lying down again, arms crossed as the scene of my boyfriend’s admirers hogging him keeps playing before my eyes.

‘’Ut was a high concentration of magic passing by.’’ I bluff glaring at the sky ‘’Another side-effect to add to the never-ending list of dealing with ancient magic.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah sure.’’ Imelda mocks good-heartedly, Poppy leaning over me all the sudden sporting her never changing gentle smile.

‘’Still with us?’’ she asks to which I immediately nod playing nonchalance.

It’s a well-known fact that Sebastian has something about him that draws girls to him. So many whispers are still ongoing to the present day, of how handsome and capable he is, his admirers eager to boost his ego. Even after finding out about our relationship the persistency of some girls is infuriating to say the least. Their audacity knowns no bounds, which is a topic of argument whenever jealousy gets a hold of me.

I am mortal after all. As much as the boy’s spiral into most of the time reckless and possessive jealousy, mine remains undetectable most of the time. But it grows deep and doesn’t relent so easily.

I’m stressed enough with the exams coming up and tasks needing to be completed the Keeper’s still finding ways with teaching me new things, uncovering, and solving mysteries that don’t all lead to happy endings. I shouldn’t be surprised at these curveballs being thrown my way. Jealousy is a mundane feeling. I don’t have time for it. And yet the image keeps on taunting me even as Poppy nudges me gently.

‘’…got tired of your fan club there Sallow?’’ Imelda teases, my boyfriend’s presence bringing me to look towards his presence, his magic a gentle hum in the back of my mind. Spotting him he’s carrying his cloak and suit jacket over his shoulder, sleeves of his white’s shirt rolled up. Hair messy. A handsome heartthrob.

‘’Bugger of Reyes I don’t have a fan club.’’ He retorts, eyes meeting my own his expression softening immediately as he offers a smile approaching me.

‘’You can’t deny what we’ve all seen Sallow. You better get those girls in order. Or else someone might take it upon themselves to do so. Not so nicely.’’ Glancing over at the Slytherin girls her smirk is devious eyes glinting with ideas I’m sure eager to offer her assistance as soon as we’re alone.

‘’Ahhh give Mc some credit. She is too proper for petty jealousy.’’ Natty counters her words optimistic. Even though I’m ready to accept whatever Imelda has in store for any girl that dares to even think about snatching my Sebastian away.

‘’You are being ridiculous both of you. There is nothing to be jealous of.’’ Sebastian answers, sitting himself on my right side near my hip his hand finding my own immediately ‘’Right darling? You know I have eyes only for you.’’ To prove his point, he gives me a kiss on the hand a wink following that brings me to a smile nonetheless.

‘’And Ominis.’’ Poppy adds as I push myself into a sitting position melting slightly at the look my boyfriend is giving me, as if I’m the only light in darkness.

‘’That goes unsaid.’’ I finally speak up, watching as he relaxes obviously having been worried about my reaction given the teases sent his way from the girls.

‘’That’s called having a strong bond, Imelda. Something unfortunately, we all know is unknown territory for you.’’ At his clap back, I automatically swing at the back of his head with my free hand hitting him gently but enough to get his attention as I shake my head at him.

‘’What?! I dare you to say that…’’ the Slytherin girl explodes like we all know she would, Natty rising on her knees to block the irked girl from attacking my boyfriend as she for now only has her finger pointed.

‘’Not for long if that’s the case.’’ Poppy chirps happily rising her arms in the air waving out of the blue whilst still sitting on the ground ‘’Luckily for you, Percival happens to be my partner in herbology. Enough reason to hang out with us.’’ The sweet Hufflepuff is cunning as a Slytherin sometimes her smoothness and effortlessness rising some flags in my head to be aware of her despite knowing Poppy is as pure as the morning sunlight.

‘’Poppy you…’’ Imelda begins chocking on air looking away in embarrassment as she settles into a more proper sitting position smoothing her skirt and cloak, Natty helping her for a moment turning to greet Percival who greets us having come over. Sebastian pulls my focus away from everyone a greeting of my own falling from the tip of my tongue as he leans forward, still holding onto my hand making sure to whisper into my left ear that is turned from the others.

‘’Reyes is into Periwinkle?’’ he whispers in disbelief and joviality, his crocked smirk giving him away entirely, the glance he sends his two fellows Slytherin investing.

‘’Why not?’’ I shrug watching as our always loud and outspoken Imelda turns into a semi-serious lady shyness an unfamiliar trait on her as she silently listens to Percival who happily converses with Poppy and Natty, herbology the main theme predictably enough. The fact alone has me smiling as our dear Slytherin’s skills in that class are the worst from us all, the girl managing to kill almost every plant she touches and tends to. Not with intention.

‘’What do you mean why not?’’ Sebastian inquires turning to me ‘’They are complete opposites.’’

I raise an eyebrow at that ‘’Opposites attract.’’

Still bewildered at my apparent approval he glances away I’m sure his thoughts taking him to ridiculous places. I’ve learned a long time ago that boys, and men tend to go to weird places in their mind for no reason.

‘’Besides he’s not a bad looking chap. Imelda could have done way worse. Jeremy Levingston? That was a whole circus, remember?’’ I snort in the end, not at all phased at his sudden turn of head offering a pointed glare with his eyebrows furred, lips in a line ‘’What?’’

‘’Not a bad looking chap?’’ he repeats my words, making me pause as I attempt to look towards the guy and shrug, Sebastian’s hand following to cup my cheek and turn me to face him.

‘’No.’’ he says calmly ‘’Your eyes are to be on me and Ominis only.’’ He states seriously clearly displeased with my observation, jealousy coming from Sebastian a normality.

And I would normally play along, reassurance’s easy as I know exactly what to say to calm him, reign him in if you will. But with his popularity rising again, bringing unwanted attention I keep calm. Almost cold even lowering my chin to give him a warning look of my own which at first doesn’t faze him.

‘’Does that rule not apply to you?’’ I ask trying my best to keep the raising anger at bay ‘’If it were the case, you’ve already broken it multiple times. Not even 5 minutes ago.’’ Raising an eyebrow, I pull my hand from his ignoring the shaking of his head, mouth opening to try and convince me otherwise ‘’No matter. I’m sure they were only interested into academics, right?’’ narrowing my eyes I raise onto my knee’s avoiding his hand catching my own as I reach for my bag and cloak. The whole academics thing is a well-known excuse from Sebastian – even though I have every reason to believe him and his faithfulness the words just slip out.

‘’Love it’s not…please just…’’ he attempts as I stand up bringing attention onto myself. So, I muster up the fakest smile I can, petulance simmering.

‘’I bid you adieu my friends. It seems I’ve forgotten of a meetup with Professor Weasley.’’

Unmissable is Imelda’s smirk, Natty’s curious eyes, and Poppy’s genuine nod as she buys into the little white lie. I give my boyfriend a last look his apologetic expression nearly making me reconsider punishing him too much. But I’ve set on this path, jealousy an emote that can overwhelm the most rational of thoughts.

Instead of giving Sebastian a kiss goodbye I raise an eyebrow to “seal the deal” so to speak making him aware that I am cross with him. With that I make my way away from my friend’s their silence noticeable. Safe to say I’ve left an impression.

Ugh boys.

*The next morning*

‘’So, I’ve heard Periwinkle is joining the gang tomorrow.’’ I greet Imelda as she sits down next to me, the Slytherin table mostly empty as it’s still early in the morning for students to be up. The students who are present are the early risers the Great Hall scarcely occupied and not noisy.

Wordless her face twists into a glare, sleep still clinging onto her. It makes it all the more amusing that she can’t hide her feelings.

‘’Is this your way of telling me, you’ll be joining us?’’ her retort comes as I twist my teaspoon around the cup of cocoa I’m drinking.

‘’Irrelevant. Undecided. What is interesting is that you’ve got a pass on quidditch practice. For the first time in your career.’’ I exaggerate as I speak to punctuate my words, Imelda ending up groaning in annoyance stopping her action of buttering up a piece of toast. I giggle at her reaction nudging her with my shoulder ‘’No need to be shy about it, fearless captain.’’ Her sigh and defeated look send me to burst into a fit of chuckles, the always loud and confident Imelda brought to silence a feat in on itself.

‘’M not shy.’’ Grumbling she munches on her toast ‘’Besides it came to be, I didn’t lie to get out of anything.’’

‘’Oh yeah, no volunteering to repot mandrakes which is such a milestone that anyone would jump at the chance to do it. Once in a lifetime opportunity and all.’’

She elbows into my side, making me groan this time around my amusement still ongoing even as she turns with her body towards me sitting casually.

‘’Shut up. Like you’re any better.’’ Her poor attempt backfires as I nod exaggeratedly.

‘’I’m not.’’ I wink having the time of my life at Imelda being so placid, tiredness not the cause of it.

‘’Speaking of boys, unfortunately…’’ my smile widens as I calm down at her tone dipping ‘’…where are your guard dogs?’’ I click my tongue reaching for a croissant having had my fill of jam and fresh baked bread but craving an additional sweet to mainly preoccupy my hands ‘’Is Sallow taking the silent treatment badly as the rumours say?’’

‘’This place has to many rumours going around, for it to be fun anymore.’’ I pout nibbling on the pastry.

‘’That’s because they are mostly about you Hero of Hogwarts.’’ She teases looking smug as I cringe at the title still not used to it, or really feeling worthy of it.

‘’They weren’t lately. With quidditch practice on the regular, and you winning most games tides have been turning.’’ I try to deflect, Imelda pushing at my shoulder for me to shut up as I chuckle having redirected the conversation back to her.

‘’I know you’re secretly obsessed with me L/N but recently it’s not been so secret anymore.’’

Confidence radiates of my friend, as she beams patting me over the back not so gently. I don’t even bother replying as she’s certain in herself like one of my boyfriends, their charm knowing no bound quick to deflect any protests.

‘’You’re impossible.’’ I mumble taking a sip of my now cooled drink looking ahead of us, towards the Hufflepuff table spotting Natty there conversing happily with some Hufflepuffs, Poppy not in sight. She’s an early riser as well her absence unusual.

‘’And yet you adore me.’’ At the comment I glance at her in curiosity but end up confused as she leans closer into my personal space even scotching on the bench the cough, she lets out somewhat awkward as she tilts her head forward.

Silently I get her hint tuning my head to the right looking towards the entrance seeing more students make their way to breakfast, her change in behaviour puzzling me. Looking around I’m lost for a solid moment not spotting anything out of the unusual util I see what had her halting.

‘’That’s a rare sight.’’ She remarks neutrally.

I on the other end am left stunned quite literally. At the pillar near to doors stand my calmer boyfriend conversing rather animatedly with a Ravenclaw girl. Bertha Kettleburn. Known for being one of the pretties’ girls at school she is equally smart. With long black hair, pale skin, and on the skinny side even from halfway across the hall, I find myself admiring her.

Which is why it’s odd that she is talking to my boyfriend. Standing rather close to him, the pretence of avoiding other students’ bollocks frankly speaking as they have space to move back into, and yet the two remain front and centre so everyone can see them together. My thoughts have me glancing at other students who are looking towards them in confusion some meeting my eyes on accident. I groan lowly knowing the new wave of rumours are about to start.

Not many wizards and witches are nice or decent enough to talk to Ominis. Most tend to avoid him, the family name giving him a bad reputation even after the past two years of my beloved helping with protecting students and creatures still not shaking off certain allegations. Unfortunately, even as brave ad friendly as Natty is for example she isn’t too keen on him. And she is one of the nicest people I know.

So, this comes as a surprise to everyone that Bertha is talking to him, enthusiastically out in the open.

I narrow my eyes at my boyfriend surprised to find him paying her full attention not even having his head hung down but is facing her.

‘’What’s that all about?’’ Imelda inquires resting one arm over my shoulder leaning onto me. I find myself quiet, my stomach beginning to churn.

‘’So much for the tables turning.’’ I grumble my mood dampened.

‘’Not everything is about you, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it.’’ my Slytherin friend attempts to cheer me up, even running her hand soothingly down my back.

‘’Very reassuring.’’ I can’t help but to glance forth noticing curious looks sent my way, snickers unmissable the buzz gaining traction. Specially as Bertha skips over to her friends having the nerve to wave in greeting.

‘’What a knob.’’ Imelda says under her breath, as I notice movement on my right Ominis making his way over, a small smile on his lips.

‘’Uh huh.’’ I hum absently taking in his state how cheery he looks.

‘’Hmmm.’’ Imelda adds as he approaches taking a huge bite out of her second piece of toast.

‘’Good morning, darling.’’ Ominis greets obviously in a good mood ‘’Imelda.’’ Acknowledging her he does raise an eyebrow his wand that he has lifted pulsing red ‘’Did something interesting happen?’’ the question follows as he sits down, pressing his thigh against my own the closeness a new development.

‘’You could say that.’’ my fried starts, to which I give her a warning look watching as she visibly restrains herself from saying I’m sure something outrageous the pause to long my boyfriend rising his eyebrows in question ‘’I’m stealing your girl.’’ And to demonstrate it with surprising strength she wraps both arms around my shoulders and pulls me against her, leaning us both away from my boyfriend who looks further confused his free hand placing itself over my mid-thigh as if to hold me in place.

‘’Seriously…’’ I begin to protest her protectiveness adorable, even if it’s startling the amount of touching, she has done.

‘’Yes seriously.’’ She interrupts ‘’You should’ve treated her better Ominis. Your girl is to pretty and too nice to be unappreciated. I’d not have time to bother with anyone or literally anything else if she was with me!’’

The taunt has me rising both eyebrows looking up at the Slytherin, her face intent as she’s watching my boyfriend like a hawk, my own gaze slipping back to him watching as he hangs his head expression controlled the shenanigans happening confusing. His hand is rather warm still resting over my skirt.

‘’Heyyy guys!!!’’ breaking the growing tension is Poppy who is way too spring and happy for morning as she bounces over to us, unbothered by our closeness ‘’Morning hugs?’’

I immediately smile at how pure she is glad that it spurs Imelda to release me, acting tough suddenly brushing her shoulders straightening out her coat and uniform ‘’You saw nothing.’’ She even turns forward putting distance between us, as I exchange looks with the Hufflepuff.

‘’I’m always up for hugs.’’ I comment wanting to spread my arms but get intercepted by Ominis’s hand taking a hold of mine. My usually more reserved boyfriend places a kiss onto the corner of my mouth, I’m sure his intention different given the too serios look he gives ‘’And kisses.’’ I smile exchanging a look with Poppy that glances between the three of us, understanding enough to nod and make way to Imelda’s left side to eat breakfast.

‘’Not feeling shy this morning Mr. Gaunt?’’ I tease smiling at my beloved, seeing and knowing that something absurd is going on in that brilliant head of his. The PDA is enough of a tell in its own.

‘’I wouldn’t use the word shy when I’m around you darling.’’ He replies so sure of himself, bashfulness not a trait to describe my boyfriend compared to the fumbling and blushing boy I met 2 years ago ‘’Care to explain what this was all about? Has Imelda taken a fancy of you?’’

No longer is his head hung but rather his entire posture proper, milky eyes shifting left and right the closeness again something out of character for him.

‘’It would seem so.’’ I glance over at the two girls engrossed into a conversation. Ominis’ hand comes under my chin turning my head right back to him, sternness fixated on his features.

‘’Too bad. You are already taken little dove.’’ His voice is steady, not leaving room for rebuttal his hold unwavering keeping me in place. I let out a loud hum narrowing my eyes at my blonde boyfriend admiring how handsome he us, attire, and hair all in place, words and actions showing off his certainty. And yet the switch the seriousness he’s portraying in my company while he was offering smiles and rapt attention to Bertha have my blood cooling. His possessiveness which I’d usually find rather charming – having gotten used to it – right now is doing the opposite.

‘’A well-known fact, I’m sure.’’ I click with my tongue taking a hold of his hand bringing it to the table. I retreat my own hand instead of intertwining our fingers keeping myself in check ‘’I am curious about something, love. Did Bertha need something? Or did she bump into you?’’

I try to keep my voice light, given I can’t really keep myself from hiding away my emotions on my face trying my very best not to find the witch and show her how I really feel currently.

‘’Bertha?’’ he repeats her name making me poke my cheek with my tongue as I hum in confirmation ‘’We’re classmates for the most part this year. I was surprised when she asked for a study date in regards of history of magic there being so many years to remember. So, in exchange, she’ll help me with me finding potion ingredients. Apparently, she knows some places to get rare plants.’’

I don’t speak after he’s done explaining surprised, he has so much to say about it his tone as well revealing some form of excitement at their plan.

‘’Why are you silent, darling? I’ll make sure to bring plants for you too.’’

I close my eyes at his obliviousness, exhaling through my nose rather loudly. I can feel eyes on the back of my head.

‘’So, study dates and adventures with Bertha Kettleburn. What a lucky gal.’’ the last part I mutter under my breath turning forward to peer and confirm that my cup is empty which I slide away from me whilst receiving a nudge from Imelda on my left.

‘’First or second round?’’ Imelda asks as Ominis catches my hand resting on the table.

‘’It’s purely academic Y/N. Why would she be lucky?’’ my boyfriend asks baffled getting upset.

‘’First.’’ I whisper to my friend who giddily cheers I’m sure planning something extra like usual.

‘’First what? You’ve been mysterious ever since I’ve come over. What is Imelda up to? I hope she’s not dragging you into trouble!’’ the Slytherin boy rumbles urgently hold firm on my hand.

‘’I’ve no idea what goes on in her head sometimes.‘’ I sigh watching as he blinks in question ‘’Not to worry though, boyfriend.’’ I unintentionally bite out the last word ‘’You’re going to be to busy with your study dates to worry about little ol’ me. Don’t let thoughts of me exhaust you. You know very well I can take care of myself.’’

I grin widely Ominis’ expression only now shifting into something akin to panic.

‘’Study date no, my love, my heart. It’s not meant like that! It’s just an expression…’’ he rushes upon his realization, my gaze for whatever reason turning forward spotting Bertha frighteningly fast, her eyes already on us. Her fellow Ravenclaws that are around her are talking excitedly their attentions not subtle in their glances sent our way as well. The Ravenclaw girl even dares to give another small wave, eyes shifting to Ominis who tries to get closer to me, arms settling around my waist.

‘’…we are friends, classmates. We will only revise the subject of this year.’’

I turn to face him abruptly trying my best to keep calm because his words remind me of our boyfriend ‘’Purely academic huh?’’ I state sounding madder than I intended to ‘’You and Sebastian can go running around letting girls ogle you left and right, ask you on studyyy dates, and other ridiculous idea’s they come up with. And you fools oblige them. Bollocks.’’ In my rant I manage to untangle his hands, which he does willingly pull back giving me room to stand and climb over the bench his wand in hand pulsing red, expression pleading ‘’You say everybody knows I am taken. But when it comes to you two? The audacity.’’ I huff ‘’Gods forbid I do anything, without you two freaking out.’’ I brush my hand over my face feeling hot from anger spotting Sebastian making his way over, cautious as he looks between us knowing something’s up.

‘’Mc…’’

‘’Do what you want.’’ I raise my hand in surrender shaking my head ‘’Go and bedazzle everyone with your knowledge, kindness, handsomeness whatever.’’ I begin to walk ‘’Be free.’’ I add staring straight at Sebastian aware how ridiculous and dramatic I’m being emotions taking the best of me.

‘’So free.’’ I grumble marching past my brunette boyfriend that stares at me with puppy eyes knowing better than to get in my way.

Ridiculous, men are ridiculous.

‘’Rather thirsty, aren’t we?’’ I roll my eyes at the comment, Imelda nudging me from humour un-fazing me, her good mood tonight noticeable to everyone, as our friend group is more relaxed than the usual. Even with the addition of Imelda’s crush sitting opposite of her.

‘’Just plain thirsty. Its good butterbeer.’’ I reply nonchalantly placing the metal jug back on the table it being my second round of the evening.

‘’That I agree with.’’ Natty cheers taking a drink of her own sitting on the end of the table, free from being sandwiched unlike I, with Imelda on my right and Garreth on my left busy checking out a fellow Gryffindor two tables away from us, the usually shameless red-head lad tame. Percival seems happy to just be here sitting opposite of Imelda, with Poppy next to him and Amit on her other side.

‘’To good butterbeer and excellent weather for stargazing tonight guys.’’ The Ravenclaw cheers his future plans not surprising anyone his cheer charming everyone drinking to it.

‘’So, I’ve been hearing some things.’’ Percival speaks up tone filled with curiosity leaning forward his gaze going back and forth whilst I angle the jug finishing my drink ‘’Did you really take care of an encampment of poachers??’’

The question seems to be sent towards our Slytherin quidditch captain the less acquainted Slytherin boy genuinely curious at the rumour he picked up on. One of the many I’m sure.

At his question even Garreth looks towards us having a knowing smirk, everyone’s eyes landing on Imelda. Except for my own as I lean onto the table on my arms trying to capture Sirona’s gaze. Unfortunately for me she’s busy but nonetheless happy as she serves her other patron’s drinks The Three Broomsticks being packed even for a Friday night.

‘’I mean…’’ Imelda begins everyone sort of holding their breath for her reply, the lack of confidence I’m sure still a novelty coming from out friend.

‘’Oh yeah, she did.’’ I find myself stating observing wizards and witches having harmless fun around us ‘’She isn’t captain by mere strike of fortune.’’ I turn to look at Percival seriously ‘’A master strategist this one.’’ I send a glance at a blushing Imelda that has her eyes averted ‘’Planned the whole thing. Impromptu if I may add.’’

I turn back towards the bar not seeing the barkeep and owner there anymore ‘’Did you stumble upon them? Either they are desperate enough to be unafraid of being close to the main roads, or they are plain foolish.’’ The Slytherin thinks aloud as I sit back in defeat, exchanging a look with Garett whose smile disappeared turning into a glare, our friendship lately growing thanks to his ambition of creating a more powerful wingleweld potion. He’s rather defensive of my honour as some students like to diminish some of my accomplishments, while I got rather good at taming some of his experiments and dragging him out of trouble, his mouth faster than his brain.

‘’We were looking for Horklump Juice actually.’’ Poppy speaks up ‘’Took us a hike to the north of the castle. Luckily, we stumbled upon them. I’d rather hate to imagine what they had in store for those poor Fwooper’s.’’ always sympathetic Poppy’s tone makes it even more worth it ‘’They would’ve taken out the entire den if it weren’t for us.’’

At her tone turning sad I send a glance her way, eyes meeting my own the memory replying in my mind how sad she has gotten over one of the creatures getting hurt.

‘’But wouldn’t it have been better to call a professor? Sent a distress signal?’’ Percival presses. I can feel his burning gaze on me, feeling the shift in the air his curiosity a bit pressing.

‘’Nahh mate, it would’ve ruined the whole surprise attack. Sometimes all you need is a bit of bravery and sparkle of strategy to have the upper hand,’’ Garreth defends his commentary brining a smile to my lips. Finally, as Sirona is back at the bar she glances up, my hand shooting halfway up catching her gaze.

Making a gesture to signalize another round she returns a kind smile offering a nod to which I give a thumbs up sitting back comfortably ‘’Next time you should join us.’’ Natty chuckles looking pointedly at Percival ‘’There’s never a dull moment. Even with gathering basic ingredients. Such is the way of magic.’’

I nod at her words seeing that our collective answers haven’t really satisfied the Slytherin. And luckily for the newest addition – yet to be added to our group in my personal opinion – Amit brings up the conversation of the upcoming quidditch game’s the mention alone springing Imelda into action, quick to defend her house and honour being so sure of her skills and team that a bet gets made.

A bet which I for once remain neutral from, happily drinking another round of butterbeer simply listening to my friends laughing, teasing, and even arguing Garreth chirping in jokes at times only for me to hear, our own brief but meaningful adventures for potion ingredients causing our platonic bond to grow fonder. To the displeasure of my boyfriends. Specially Sebastian and the whole house rivalry which I don’t exactly get even less support. I am loyal to my house, proud of it it’s colours representation, but can’t find it in myself to rival or envy others given I’ve got friends in all houses and help any student of Howards in need regarding of their house.

At the mention of rivalry, I’ve been good so far trying not to think of my beloveds who are obviously missing out on the merriments of tonight. To be honest and with slight guilt I admit I am not sure if they were even invited to join. I’m sure Poppy wouldn’t lie and told them the truth if she was asked, as well as Natty.

It makes me wonder what the two have been up to since the arguments I’ve engaged them into. The silent treatment had been working, the boys redirected mostly by Imelda that has been truly clinging onto me since that morning, I’m sure her words messing with Ominis’ head as sometimes as smart as intelligent that he is emotions play crucial roles in our lives, nonetheless.

I assume they must be in the undercroft planning. What exactly I’m not sure. And yet my gut is telling me they must be up to something to gain my favour. Sebastian impatient even when he’s mad at me – mostly due to some ventures going wrong usually – doesn’t keep distance for long. Ominis is the one I want least to disappoint the always composed and logical of my boyfriends setting me into an ambitious path to keep making him proud, and Sebastian on the other hand safe, and most definitely away from danger. For the most part as trouble and danger find me.

What could they be doing thought? Its rare and weird that they’ve not looked for me, its…

‘’If you keep twisting those eyebrows of yours any tighter, you’ll remain with permanent grump face.’’ Garreth points out as Poppy proudly debates with Amit about mooncalf’s, Natty explaining about the difference in magic with Imelda and Percival who has lost the edge he had in the beginning.

Turning to the red head he has a smile, eyes taking me in ‘’You’re supposed to be having fun L/N. The Hero of Hogwarts should have days off too.’’

At the damned title I blow raspberries tapping my fingers against the jug, my right foot under the table beginning to move in circle ‘’I am having fun.’’ I reply genuinely, taking a sip watching as the Gryffindor’s face portrays his disbelief ‘’I am!’’ I exclaim shoving him gently ending up chuckling ‘’I’m not thinking about the never-ending list of to-dos the assignments I’ve yet to start, the requests I’ve got to tackle…’’

‘’Alright, alright you’re spiralin’.’’ He interrupts grabbing a hold of his own drink, which he bumps against mine gently prompting me to follow his lead ‘’Sorry I’ve asked. Here’s to less things to do instead.’’

At his words I nod, taking a long sip exhaling loudly finishing the round before everyone again ‘’What woes you my friend huh? You’ve been rather preoccupied as well.’’ I throw an arm around his shoulders leaning closer for effect, not missing the not-so-subtle blush rising on his cheeks.

‘’That’s not the word I’d use.’’ He tries to hide behind his cup slowly sipping on his butterbeer to which I pat him over the shoulder humming.

‘’If I were you, I’d finish that drink faster. Because your crush is standing at the bar. And I happen to have finished my drink.’’ I let go of him slowly playing nonchalant, ignoring the haziness that’s made an appearance the butterbeer’s I’ve consumed finally taking hold.

As Garreth takes a look his head twisting, I fish out some galleons from the pocket of my discharged coat behind me sliding them over to my friend ‘’Come on Mr. Bravery. A sparkle of tactics and you’re there.’’ I repeat his words from earlier downright manhandling him to take the money and our empty jugs.

I get myself more comfortable to prevent him from chickening out, his nervous look noticed by Natsai as she looks between us in confusion whilst I give Garreth an okay sign ‘’You’ve got this, I believe in you Weasley.’’

And just like that off he goes without a second thought or taking a breath, Imelda having fared way worse when chatting with Percival the first few times we’ve deliberately pushed then together to interact.

‘’There he goes.’’ I comment drumming my fingers of my right hand over the wooden table ‘’Like a baby giraffe learning how to walk.’’

My comparison has Natsai burst into a fit of giggles as we watch after him, bump into an older wizard in the attempt of standing next to his crush who finds it amusing as Garreth apologizes but offers a charming smile her way, our drinks entirely forgotten as the smitten boy remains holding onto the empty jugs.

‘’Boys are so hopeless aren’t they.’’ Natsai’s comment has me humming in agreement as we observe him for a while longer making sure he doesn’t need saving ‘’How are your better halves faring? Their absence is quite noticeable tonight.’’

I sigh with my entire chest propping my head on my arm ‘’Honestly, I do miss…’’

‘’Hey, they are about to start playing some music.’’ Imelda announces fully leaning onto me, nearly dislodging me if I didn’t have my feet planted on the ground. Slightly bothered but buzzed enough I get distracted at the said band of musicians in the corner of the pub suddenly beginning to play, the atmosphere of the entire place getting livelier.

I follow along sitting up straight letting Imelda push me for a bit, the song that’s being played familiar to everyone but myself as I watch students and adults alike singing along the lyrics. I clap with the rhythm content to sway left and right, watching as my friends lighten up enjoying themselves. It brings me to a peaceful state despite the chaos around me.

People get up to dance, cheers and encouragements shouted and whistles joyous as everyone’s troubles seem to melt away at least for tonight. Not for everyone.

I’m not like everyone after all. Surrounded by my kin, my friends, those who already proved they’d protect me, and intend to remain in my life should make me feel at ease. I should feel okay, happy seeing them so free. I offer smiles nodding along, as some go dancing, Amit getting asked by a girl our age to dance with her has everyone’s attention on the Ravenclaw.

Imelda strikes up a weird dance that Percival across her plays along with the two showing great potential and chemistry if they are to court. Poppy always so cheerful is a true cheerleader, Natsai having been one of the first to have left the table. Garreth has only made the appearance of bringing the entire table another round of drinks but was cutely pulled to dance with his crush, her smile reaching the stars.

I don’t regret coming out I really don’t. It’s fun and a rare moment in life where everything is good.

Except it’s not.

I’ve let my emotions get the better of me. I got petty over ridiculous things that could have been thought through. My choice was to listen to my friends teasing and well-meant words than talk to the two people who matter the most to me. What a fool.

I’d exchange this moment for some quiet and cold of the undercroft to spend time with my boys.

But I’ve made my bed.

The dancing eventually comes to a stop, the participants heavily breathing atmosphere still lively, the musicians taking a break along with others ordering more drinks chatter filling the air. Conversation flows back my group mates spilling jokes and random information, discovering new things about one another. I’m happy nobody ropes me into any discussions. I happily drink the butterbeer and munch on chips that Sirona brought over a while ago.

‘’Y/N-ah I’ve noticed you haven’t sung any of the songs, the whole evening.’’ Percival once more speaks up, his tone tinted with nosiness. He has a talent of bringing unwanted attention to me, as my friends’ chatter begins to die down.

I keep the silence going as I munch on the chips offering a shrug ‘’I’m not in a singing mood tonight.’’

He frowns at my response shaking his head offering a smile ‘’Oh I’m sure you are. You’ve certainly clapped to the right beat, better than anyone. Do you dislike the classics perhaps?’’

The details he keeps bringing have me questioning who this guy really is.

‘’Dislike no.’’ I begin clicking my tongue ‘’I’m into all kinds of music. It just has to be…I’m lacking words.’’ I drag my words out hoping he’ll get the hint of backing off. Glancing towards Imelda she has an eyebrow raised displeased with what’s happening I’m sure as she glares at Percival.

‘’She truly is. All kinds of music that is,’’ Poppy confirms ‘’Knowing fae music, Nordic war songs to name the ones that stood out to me, she even knows muggles tunes. But she sang a song for me a while back. She’s very tuneful and the lyrics were profound. Where did you learn that song?’’ the Hufflepuff turns to me purely curious as well, now everyone’s attention stuck onto me.

‘’I um…it’s not really the right settings for it…’’ I hesitate leaning back the excuse of going to the bathroom right on the tip of my tongue.

‘’Oh, sure it is my friend.’’ Natsai enthusiastically eggs on ‘’You can even tell the band the melody if you’d like. I’m certain they’d comply to your request.’’

‘’Sironaaaa!’’ Imelda raises her tone standing up her greeting exaggerated but avid.

‘’Such enthusiasm.’’ Shirona laughs in amusement placing shot glasses on the table along with a bottle of firewhiskey ‘’Have I heard right about a song request?’’

I immediately shake my head watching the bottle floats in the air magic doing its thing, pouring us all equal shots. Even small tricks as these meaningless to my companions are a wonder to me even to this day.

‘’Oh yes, Y/N here is apparently a great singer.’’ Imelda is immediate to encourage gone the glare she sported earlier.

‘’She truly is.’’ Poppy pouts giving me pleading eyes as I wrap my fingers around the glass. Full blown kicked-crup-puppy look.

‘’Dear Y/N you keep on surprising us.’’ Sirona compliments hovering still, firewhiskey floating away as she folds the tray under her arm ‘’Drink up. It will help with hesitancies.’’

For one she isn’t one to encourage drinking, this being a rarity to bring over a strong alcoholic drink. Knowing Shirona after doing task for her getting to know her, I’m certain her approach and timing was intentional. She must be aware of something. With the promise of a stronger buzz, the liquid looking dangerously red the need to forget about myself overpowers rational thoughts, as I grasp the glass switching it into my left hand.

I curl my fingers on my right hand making a fist and bring it down onto the table repeating the motion as I create a beat, all the while I drink the entirety of the glass content, grimacing at the scorching heat not giving myself time to recuperate as I reach over and save Poppy from drinking her own beverage.

Finishing the second shot I feel like I can breathe fire, shaking my head in reaction to the fire traveling down my throat warming me, my hair falling from the lose ponytail I’ve tied it up some time ago.

I let out a groan to clear out my throat before beginning to sing trying my hardest to ignore everyone’s apt attention.

‘’I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones, I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voiceeee…’’ I let my voice tremble in the end looking at my friends Poppy already overjoyed, even if the version I sang to her was quieter and calmer. I’m erasing all tenderness singing from my throat trying to keep my voice heavy, words holding meaning to them.

I spare a look at my companions Natsai grinning ear to ear, Amit dazzled, Poppy lulling left and right, Percival completely taken aback but watching intently, while Imelda looks like she’s concentrating on the beat I’m creating looking like she wants to jump in. Sirona remains on the side silently observing. The banging brings attention over to our table. Thanks to the fire churning in my stomach, the feeling of bravery and confidence washing over me I lose all reservations raising my voice.

‘’My mother's child is a savage, She looks for her omens in the colours of stones…’’ something prompts me to stand up, now banging with both hands Imelda the first one to join the others quick to follow giving my voice more power ‘’…I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.’’

Before I know it, I’m up on the table, stomping my boots on it, everyone cheering as I continue singing the lyrics that are flowing like a spring breeze, the power behind them filling me in a similar manner that ancient magic does.

I’ve captured enough attention to gain an audience as unabashed shouts and screams of encouragement join. It’s easy to sway to the music, the table become to small prompting me to jump past Natsai that makes way letting me dance onwards everyone else upkeeping the beat.

The talented Gryffindor casts a fire illusion after me, it dancing along creating I’m sure a more alluring effect as I hold onto my skirt making sure it doesn’t ride to high as I move to the rhythm pulling girls to dance with me.

Before I know it most of the pub is up, the girls cheers more potent than before I’m sure the lyrics enticing even as I near the end, some picking up on the words singing with me. The dance shifts almost on que into guys joining, them spinning the girls around. I avoid many outstretched hands fully intent on escaping but get stopped by Garreth out of all people catching me. I let him twirl me around only realizing after a few firm steps that he’s pushing us into the direction of what I call freedom.

‘’We are our mother's savage daughters, The ones who run barefoot, Cursing sharp stones, We are our mother's savage daughters, We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice.’’ The girls that have picked up the words out-sing me, leaving the Gryffindor to pull me faster towards our booth his hold on my hand firm even as mid-laughter and disbelief feeling extremely hot – enough that I’ve shed to be only in my white school shirt having only throw over a mint coloured jumper leaving for Hogsmeade in a hurry – I end up stunned at the sight of my boyfriends present.

‘’Great escapade L/N. I’d stay for a chit chat, but Lydia is waiting for me.’’ Garreth leans close to my ear from the back, still holding onto my hand as he speaks revealing his crushes name sounding smitten as he lets go. Glancing back, I watch as he eagerly disappears between the dancers as the band has picked up their instruments and have begun playing.

Turning forward with a smile as I’m happy for my fried I focus on who I’ve missed the entirety of the night, not missing the way they are holding themselves. Ominis isn’t one for crowds for obvious reasons while Sebastian…oh yeah. He’s screaming trouble with the look he is giving me.

Only for a moment I remain stunned brain going blank at the sight of how handsome my boyfriends are.

‘’You’re here!!!’’ I squeak in excitement throwing my hands in the air body already moving as I run towards them.

‘’Wha…wow wow wow Mc …’’ Sebastian warns as I dash coming to a stop by jumping into his arms, clumsily grabbing onto his shoulders squishing my face roughly into his chest hearing him groaning at the impact. Of course, he catches me, and tries to steady us. I on the other hand and practically buzzing from the aftermath, feeling his familiar large hands settle over my back.

‘’Oh, Merlin’s beard Mc, you’ve not seen them for a few hours can you stop being a love-sick puppy already?!’’ Imelda groans calling me out.

‘’Oh Captain! Your absence this morning was quite the rouse. Leaving us unsupervised. Bold.’’ Sebastian calls after her, letting me place a clumsy kiss to his jaw as he’s still somewhat battling with keeping me still, my excitement rising.

I brighten up more as Ominis hand find my own ‘’Sallow don’t!!!’’ Imelda warns attempting to climb the bench but gets pulled back by Percival who is sitting on her previous seat trying to wrestle her, but also be nice about it, but also not rouse her even more as she turns to bicker with him her shyness around him gone finally.

‘’Oh, my word you’re so handsome tonight. Extra.’’ I blur out bypassing Sebastian who keeps his hand on my back, while I move to embrace Ominis wrapping my arms around his neck, somewhat hanging of off him, feeling the way his muscles tense to support us.

‘’Ooooofff darling…’’ he chuckles letting me lull us side to side happy to be hugging him.

‘’You came just at the right time lads.’’ Natty’s voice reaches my ears ‘’What took you so long?’’

‘’YEAH! WHERE WERE YOU?’’ I shout angry at their absence, to which I make it known by pouting and glaring at Ominis first who remains unreadable while Sebastian looks amused, quirking an eyebrow my way.

‘’To be honest, we…’’

‘’SEBASTIAN!!’’ a loud and enthusiastic shout cuts through the air, the shrill voice nearly causing me an immediate headache. We all turn to a way enthusiastic 7th year, a girl dressed to the nines in all green, hair a light shade of blonde with two diamond blue eyes shining as she rushes over ‘’You finally came!!!’’

‘’Ahh, Agatha.’’ Comes Sebastian’s surprised response. It’s the way that he speaks her name hands retreating from us, and the fact that he turns his attention to her that has me sobering up. Even though the firewhiskey is doing its job tremendously well, making every second thought logical and perfectly make it make sense.

‘’My love don’t do anything unreasonable.’’ Ominis even sightless knows sometimes before I do of how I’m about to react. Or at least knows to prepare for the inevitable.

As the girl comes to a stop inquiring about whatever, her words muted as I zero in on the way she’s looking at our boyfriend with literal stars in her eyes, I move without thinking making sure to grab Ominis hand pulling him with me.

‘’…that’s what I was wondering.’’ She remains looking at Sebastian only turning to look at me after she finishes her sentence, a perfectly shaped eyebrow rising above her blue eye. In the meantime, Ominis’ other hand settles on my waist as if to hold me back – or to prepare himself to do so.

‘’Hi.’’ I greet overexaggerating with my smile, ignoring the look our brunette boyfriend is giving us as I zero in on the girl. Agatha.

‘’Am hi.’’ She awkwardly responds clearly confused with our presence.

‘’Hmm.’’ To taunt her I hum out loud narrowing my eyes slightly, keeping eye contact more than it’s necessary, only after a while turning to Sebastian who is looking at me, with bathed breath.

Wordlessly I grasp the back of his neck with my free hand, pulling him down into a kiss the move catching him of guard as our mouths clash at first. I chuckle into the kiss smoothly transitioning it into a proper kiss as I move my lips, the brunette easily following even through his hesitancy.

‘’Ah I beg your pardon, Agatha. It’s a very excitable night as you must have seen.’’ Ominis speaks up, polite as ever, still keeping his hands on me.

‘’Oh no worries. The song got us all on our feet. They’ve dragged even Sirona into it.’’

As they chuckle at that, the friendliness is too much even with the distraction of Sebastian’s hand on my cheek and his mindless devotion to showing affection in public. The man is shameless after all. Breaking apart I offer him a smile feeling rather pleased seeing his dazed expression, a tint of rose colouring his freckled cheeks.

‘’Have you finished with your ostentatious display?’’ Ominis inquires, my eyebrows furrowing as I look at how smug he’s holding himself.

‘’I know we’re speaking English right now but was that English??? That last part?’’ I blur out accepting Sebastian’s hand as he bids goodbye to the girl with an excuse I don’t quite catch as I stand starstruck whenever I hear my quieter boyfriend laugh genuinely.

‘’Don’t overthink it sweetheart. You polyglots tend to overanalyse simple words.’’ He sooths delivering the sweetest of kisses onto my forehead as I feel heat warming my cheeks. Sebastian presses himself behind my back leaning over my shoulder.

‘’That was the cutest, most raw, hot, and out there demonstration of jealousy, darling.’’ He smugly points out, Ominis’ smile not helping.

‘’Hmm not at all.’’ I deny attention briefly caught by my friends engaging into another popular song, the pub gaining energy once more, the atmosphere magical to put it bluntly ‘’It was merely a show of affection that’s all.’’ I play innocent, shaking of their hands smiling as I begin to clap to the rhythm the wizarding songs not familiar enough for me to sing them as others do.

‘’Sebastian is quite right little dove.’’ Ominis fuels on pressing himself over my back, both hands settling over my waist my clapping coming to a halt thanks to his proximity ‘’Honestly, you’re very endearing when you’re jealous.’’

Unable to help how my body reacts I feel how the blush hits my cheek not aiding my denial. I puff out my cheeks in defiance, Sebastian raised brows not undetering me.

‘’I wouldn’t use that word.’’ I shake my head crossing my arms, remaining in Ominis’ embrace even as Sebastian steps closer ‘’I would…’’

‘’Ahhhh MC!!!’’ My voice gets overpowered by Imelda’s. My friend makes her way over in between us, plastering herself over my back clumsily, the waving of the metal jug quick to make my reflexes work as I grab for it from her hands, attempting to steady her ‘’Gaunt! Get your hands of my girl.’’

Her exclamation stuns both of my boyfriends but makes me burst into giggles at how bold she is. With more strength than necessary even on unsteady feet, she pulls us a step backwards pushing Ominis’ hands away.

‘’Your girl? What game are you trying to play at Reyes?’’ Sebastian springs into action grasping my left and free hand, not achieving anything as Imelda holds me firm.

‘’No game.’’ She says confidently tapping the jug, guiding my hand along to bring it to my mouth ‘’I said you should have appreciated her more.’’ She clicks her tongue as I begin drinking butterbeer finding myself thirsty actually ‘’I’ve stolen her away from you lot. Paying too much attention to bimbos leaving this treasure right here, alone for the taking.’’

Proving that she is gutsier than usual – thank you alcohol – she grabs for the empty jug, lowering it turning my head with her other hand that’s wrapped around me. I stare at her with wide eyes ready to duck and run away, but she swiftly delivers a kiss to my left cheek. To my horror and fascination at what this evening is turning out to be she hoovers inches away from my face, flush as a tomato upkeeping the staring contest.

‘’Hey, hey!’’ Sebastian protests finally springing into action getting in between us as stunned, and very stupefied I accept Ominis’ pull of hand, as he tucks me into his side. I raise an eyebrow in question as a hand reaches for my cheek not to caress it but to begin wiping the spot where I’ve received the Slytherin girl’s kiss.

As Sebastian and Imelda begin the battle of berating trying to outdo one another, I remain focusing on Ominis who looks way to focused on the task he’s doing gently stroking my cheek. I can see how the gears in his brain are turning, mulling something over. The frown on his pretty features reveals his emotions and state of mind too, milky ocean eyes set onto one spot to my left.

‘’He…’’ a hiccup along with a burp rush up my throat before I can stop it, the action not something I do in front of anyone. Shocked I stare with wide eyes as Ominis shows his surprise as well.

‘’Oh gods…’’I grumble, ending up groaning and then whining ‘’Yahhhh, Omi I’m tiredddddd.’’ My mood shifts, the events of the night catching up even past the haziness in my mind. I throw my hands in the arm draping them over his shoulders, fully leaning into him. I giggle at his stumble but quick save as he grabs me awkwardly trying to hold on.

‘’Omfff darling…’’ he huffs ‘’You know I always love your…am…touchiness but could you…’’

‘’Oh goodness me.’’ Comes our boyfriend’s exhale. I get promptly picked as if I’m a child, Sebastian pulling me into his arms with ease ‘’Your rather naughty aren’t you.’’ He shakes his head but keeps smiling in amusement ‘’Running off to a pub, singing and dancing, drinking sweet nectar without us. Letting yourself get snatched by others.’’

I raise an eyebrow at the last part but grin nonetheless ‘’I hope you don’t expect of me to be proper at all times dear lover. I’m not that kind of a gal.’’ I shrug nonchalantly the added buzz from the butterbeer making me melt into Sebastian’s arms who holds me easily ‘’But you’re aware of that already.’’ I muse seeing his amusement eyebrows quirked looking rather pleased.

Crowing our space, Ominis looks like he is a man on a mission, not missing a beat as he brings our lips together his kiss very unlike him. Cheers erupt from my friend’s table, Ominis behaviour catching others attention as frankly he is acting more so like Sebastian than himself, taking control entirely teeth biting at my lips whenever he pleases, one hand possessively holding the nape of my neck.

‘’Only we get to see the improper parts of you, MC.’’ He speaks lowly once he parts ‘’Only we get to snatch you.’’ He delivers another hard kiss ‘’Because you’re ours.’’

‘’Correct.’’ Sebastian confirms crowding against my back, both of them shielding me from the world. But it’s wrong. They’ve got it all wrong. It’s the other way around. They are both mine as much as I’m theirs. And yet we’ve fallen into the predicament of being here because the unwanted attention delivered to my boyfriends and their obliviousness of my feelings.

Even through the haze Ominis put me under, my body heating up at their bold touches in such a public space the alcohol buzzing in my veins adds fuel to my fire. I can feel ancient magic buzzing on my fingertips. Ready to take action.

‘’Say it.’’ Ominis encourages my silence stretching, big warm hands settling on my waist, Sebastian’s holding me in place by my hips rather as he nuzzles in my hair. My face hardens at their demand always needing reassurance. They are always the ones staking claim, showing of their jealousy unabashedly.

Reaching up I grasp Ominis chin directing and tilting his head downwards, aware his pretty opal eyes aren’t meeting mine, but the gesture has his attention the possessiveness that was coming out broken into a questioning rise of an eyebrow.

It takes it less time to manoeuvre and bring my right hand up, behind Sebastian’s head slipping my fingers between his locks and pulling on them hard knowing he enjoys it much more than he’ll ever admit, making him bend lower to my shoulder.

‘’You’re forgetting yourselves boys.’’ I begin my tone cool ‘’Do you need a reminder of the past few days?! How despite your claims of devotion, your attentions seem to be split onto other gals. One might not find themselves feeling so specially anymore.’’ I end up grumbling letting my emotions get the best of me the feeling of power ready to spiral over making me surge forward crushing my lips against Ominis’s first unleashing a fraction a spark if you will.

It manifests in the kiss I think but through the haziness of my mind I’m unaware and far too gone to stop as I leave the blonde breathless spinning and grabbing Sebastian roughly by his cheeks bringing him down combating his own dominance the brunette usually competing even when it comes to kissing.

And just like that, giving them a taste of my emptions dragging them in so to speak I break apart entirely, lulling to the song. Grinning pleased with events so far, I waltz over to Natty giving her a half hug at the table, mumbling about heading out her words of safety always welcomed as I grab my coat and wave at the others not turning around or waiting for my boyfriends.

‘’Ohhh. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.’’ I coo grinning with delight, easing my hips lower the slight wobble of Sebastian’s lips bringing so much joy its intoxicating. ‘’So pretty.’’ I repeat in a whisper running my hands over his biceps not in the slightest bothered over the light layer of sweat coating his skin as I run my lips and tongue over his neck tasting the slight saltiness, settling on his left side proceeding to leave blooming marks on his freckled skin.

Curiously I peek at our quiet boyfriend sitting on the other end of the couch, not letting out a sound, usually tidy blonde hair a wicked mess of strands, suiting him more-so than the properness with which he holds himself by. The rest of his clothes are gone, long milky legs bent, lithe body shuddering but not from cold oh no.

The only accessory is my tie adoring his wrists holding them together. Long slender fingers are wrapped delicately around his wand, as it sets out pulses of red frequenter than a human’s heartbeat. His usually tilted head is upright, opal galaxy eyes set towards us. The blush on his cheeks runs down his neck and chest, only a faint mark on his collarbone beginning to make an appearance. I’ll have to rectify that later our introduction short lived.

I grin with delight seeing him shifting subtly, his patience giving as seconds go by. Hmmm so close, he’s so close to giving in.

‘’Ughhhh.’’ Sebastian moans as I circle my hips, hands lifting of the couch for a moment, catching himself in the action fingers curling into fists after.

‘’Hmm that was a close one.’’ I wonder out loud, watching as he’s recollecting himself trying to hold back stretching out my time to rest my aching thighs ‘’Are you still with me, love?’’

He immediately nods but keeps his eyes closed, body in the beginning stage of the trembles. To be fair we’ve been going at it for a while my edging harsh to be frank specially for Sebastian who is the one with the shortest fuse between the three of us.

‘’My sweet, sweet Sebastian.’’ I sing acting merciful by lifting my hips a little, and dropping back onto him, slipping my arms around his neck cupping the back of his head petting his soft brown tangled mess of hair. I focus on the torture that is taking my sweet time in lowering and rising but only halfway the movement diabolical if I do say so myself.

And not only for him! Our usually frantic chase towards release has been halted entirely with great patience the pace I’ve settled on effective in its agonizing way. Biting onto my lower lip from glee I observe how his eyebrows furrow, expression twisting, muscles tensing as the trembling hasn’t subdued, the knuckles on his hands white resting near his thighs on the couch.

Slowing to a stop again he whines out loud, panting as he opens his eyes. Those pretty brown eyes of his settle over my smirking lips, expression dazed.

‘’Eyes on me handsome.’’ I encourage gently cupping his cheek, Sebastian doing so immediately as his face changes into one of pleading. Desperation. ‘’There he is.’’ I lean close giving him bunny kisses as I’ve learned they are called gently rubbing my nose side to side with his.

I shift my hand to take a hold of his chin readjusting my bent knees and legs on the couch, running my other hand down his front as I bring our mouths together happily, giving in only for a moment letting him guide us at one point.

The suave, flirt that he naturally is has been erased this evening as I have a putty boyfriend in my hands, moaning and groaning at the swipe of a tongue, his gasps and whimpers rising in tone once my hand that slid down his chest reaches the base of his hardness, feeling where we are connected. Even the thought of it seems erotic, causing me to clench around him automatically pretty brown eyes pleading me silently, the trembles endearing.

‘’Tell me how good this feels.’’

He visibly gulps as I slide my right hand onto the back of his head, grasping his hair pulling his head back as I raise until only the head of his cock rests inside me. I place my left hand on his throat not applying pressure but keeping it there as a reminder.

‘’So good…’’ he’s trying so hard to hold himself together ‘’…it’s so…aahhh g-good…’’ I lick over my lower lip dropping lower at an antagonizing slow pace ‘’Aaaaaa f-fuck…’’ he’s a stuttering mess is what he is.

‘’Is it?’’ I tease tapping the fingers on my left hand over to his shoulder, bicep, forearm, and to his trembling hand ‘’Don’t tell me you’re close, darling.’’

Prying his hand open his eyes remain on me as I give him a predatory look, bringing our now joined hands upwards directing his hand onto my hip, only needing to reach over albeit awkwardly for him to get the message his other hand following suit, the rule of keeping his hands to himself ended.

‘’Are you close??’’ I tilt my head for effect, watching as he hesitates the shudders running through him telling enough.

He ends up nodding furiously fingers digging into my skin to which I let go of his head tsking. I raise my hand up between us moving my pointing finger left and right ‘’I gave you permission to touch. Not to grip or mark me.’’ My tone lowers ‘’I’ve been nice to you. Patient. Merciful. But some things…’’ as I talk, I let my fingers run over his chest sending a glance at Ominis who has shifted legs dropped against the backrest in defeat, wand still pulsing eyes hooded and fixated on us ‘’…oh. Some things do get under my skin.’’

And just like that my mood darkens. At the hint of disobedience and the ridiculous notion of them having admirers who aren’t getting the gist that they are taken.

Wordlessly I grab Sebastian by the shoulders, digging my nails into skin his hiss low but loud in the silence of the Room of Requirement, the newly transfigured couch finally put to good use.

With a clenched jaw and new determination, a plan set in mind; game time is over. I begin to raise and fall, keeping it basic at the start as I build a rhythm. And for the first time I go against the whole ‘people pleasing’ tendency and keep the pace how I like it, fully knowing Sebastian is one for action and friction.

And yet this time around he has no choice or word in the matter. Since they’ve apparated us here from Hogsmeade thinking the night will turn into their favour things have turned upside down. Jealousy is a green-eyed monster that lingers like a pesky bee relentless in its pursuit.

‘’Ahhhhh…’’ I groan in delight finding the friction, the feeling of him inside me filling me up so satisfying, that I throw my head back closing my eyes for a moment as he squeaks at, I’m sure a painful hold from me. I switch up the pace rolling my hips like belly dancers do in my own kind of way, changing the tempo spreading my legs wider.

‘’F-fuck, MC…’’ he moans strong robust hands slipping behind my back to support me. I can feel him begin to lean forward, to which I snap back to attention, my knees proving my only anchoring point as I push against him.

The move takes him by surprise as he falls back ‘’Just imagine what would all those girls in their pretty skirts, bows in their perfectly styled hair, and fluttering eyes, rosy cheeks, think of the best dueller of Hogwarts, the unbeatable beater, the troublemaker of Slytherin at the mercy of me.’’ I all but growl the last part getting in his face, still moving my hips getting closer to him physically earning some friction against my clit against his lower belly ‘’They must be over the moon with their silly thoughts of having a strong man to take care of them, protect them. Have the perfect boyfriend.’’ I chuckle darkly ‘’They couldn’t handle the reality of you being such a good boy for me, groaning and whimpering for my touches. My pretty boy putty in my hands letting me use you however I please.’’

I raise an eyebrow in question admiring how desperately he’s trying to keep it together my words having a big effect ‘’Ah ffffuck…’’ I mewl fingers dragging down his chest for sure leaving marks ‘’Fuck you feel gooooddd…’’ I purr the built up of an orgasm in sight, the burn in my thighs causing me to temporary grind my teeth as I push through the pleasure and spiking pain.

He doesn’t seem to be minding my rougher treatment judging by the broken moans parting his glossy lips ‘’Sebastian.’’ I whisper leaning closer his eyes not leaving my own ‘’You’re mine.’’

I ground my hips against him harder than its necessary, my frustrations getting the better of me ‘’Your both mine.’’ I lean against the brunette boy turning to Ominis ‘’Ominis.’’ I call for him, the ache in my thigs beginning to present a problem the further I ride Sebastian.

Our blind boyfriend obligates eagerly moving stiffly forward, lowering his hands as he scootches closer ‘’Ominis my love.’’ I whisper and with shaky hands reach to untie the tie, letting him free not minding Sebastian’s hands as they glide over my skin to my front fingers quick to begin rolling my nipples, the added stimulation perfect.

Giving him a glance, I offer a smirk reaching for our poor neglected boyfriend who eagerly moves his right hand finding it’s place over my back, left hand holding his wand on the backrest.

‘’Kiss me.’’ I breathe out watching as the blond like a man possessed raises onto one foot, his lips finding my own with spectacular precision despite our rocking. It’s a clumsy kiss from my part I’ll admit, my focus thorn thanks to the sounds Sebastian is providing, along with his touches and the feel of him.

Ominis with the patience of a saint keeps the kiss going stepping behind me at one point, the burn in my thighs starting to hurt to the point of it being hard to ignore.

‘’I’m not going to last…MC…please…love of my life…’’ Sebastian’s slurred words have us parting ways, as I push the last bit of energy, I have into hardening the pace into the one we both love, Sebastian readjusting us sliding forward and begins to thrust taking most of the strain of me.

‘’Ah Seb…Seb…Seb…’’ I cry my body wanting to curl up desperately, tingles rising everywhere. Along with that it starts to feel hot, so melting hot and suffocating but in the best way possible both my boys’ anchors to keep me tethered to earth in a way, while at the same time absolutely destroying me, as Ominis leans over one hand sliding in between us his touch against my clit electrifying as my mind begins to shut down.

Blindly reaching behind me I successfully hold onto Ominis that is ever so accommodating his front pressing against my damp back, holding me upright as the explosion of the long-awaited orgasm washes over, leaving tingles and sparkles in its wake the serotonin that floods my whole being on another level.

It always is with them.

I smile at the sweet gentle kisses being trailed over my shoulder, the closeness proving the added temperature something I don’t usually mind. I reopen my eyes that have shut automatically, giving a look to Sebastian who lies limp against the couch. He’s in a similar state floating in his world, eyes half closed as he admires from his end thumbs rubbing circles into my thighs the trembles involuntarily as they still run through me.

Looking down a shiver runs down my spine and not only due to Ominis’s ministrations, hands exploratory in the sweetest manner. We’re still connected with Sebastian, the thought still arousing, the clenching involuntary bringing our troublemaker of a boyfriend back to life as he hisses in protest due to oversensitivity.

‘’Oh darling…’’ he begins trying to shift but gets stopped by my hands as I plant them on him pecks, pretty brown eyes gracing me again. I wordlessly lean forward observing him, the roundness of his features, freckles that dot his skin painting galaxies. He’s irresistible, in the simple way he smiles, compliments always at the ready coming from his heart. He is genuine in the way he loves someone – wholeheartedly ready to burn the entire world down if needed.

He doesn’t say anything matching me in my observation’s eyes not straying from my features. He does get distracted once I capture Ominis’ wandless right hand, guiding it upwards moving away enough to give Sebastian a hint of what I want.

Ominis breathing pattern changes as he’s waiting for what’s coming next. He trembles subtly, as Sebastian takes two of Ominis fingers into his mouth and starts to suck on them. The same two fingers that have brought me to my release.

‘’Other girlies can want you all they want. They can continue fluttering their eyes at you, or even lift their skirts…’’ I give him a pointed look as Ominis draws his fingers out, to which I deliver a gentle peck on top of his knuckles, not minding his saliva slick digits as I intertwine our hands enjoying his hug not missing his hardness against my back ‘’…but remember Sebastian…’’ I drawl his name out sensually, running my thumb over his lower lip as I close the distance encompassing his focus onto me ‘’…none of them can have you.’’ I press a peck onto his nose a whine rising from his throat ‘’You’re mine.’’

I pause once more to let my words settle ‘’Y-yours.’’ He ends up speaking without needing any prompts, my tongue darting out to lick my lower lip his eyes not missing it.

‘’Whose?’’

‘’Yours.’’ He repeats sounding surer ‘’Yours MC.’’ At my name being spoken in such a sweet manner I close the distance, keeping the kiss light but meaningful, Sebastian trying to rush it. I’m sure it’s to show his emotions, actions after all speak louder than words. I don’t let him though, biting his lower lip preventing him from taking control.

‘’Mine.’’ I confirm leaning against Ominis that has been silent tonight so far, and beyond calm ‘’And you my beloved…’’ I hum happily attempting to push myself up my legs not cooperating as I remain seated, Sebastian grunting as we’re still connected.

‘’Need a hand, MC?’’ he asks but proceeds to bend down, letting me wrap my arm around his shoulders, his hands secure wand finding its way into my hand as he flawlessly takes a hold and begins lifting me, Sebastian’s cum leaking from me a familiar sensation that I’ve gotten used to ‘’Ah there we go.’’ Confidently Ominis says pleased not at all preoccupied with the fact that he so easily trusted me with his wand.

‘’Hmmm so helpful and eager.’’ I tease dipping my head below his jaw, pressing slow kisses there savouring his clean and unmarked skin ‘’And so strong.’’ I compliment using his own wand to trace it down his other shoulder and arm as he takes a step back, chest getting flushed anew ‘’So tolerant and composed.’’ I continue with the compliments sending a glance behind him watching as the doors to my bedroom opens.

It appeared at the beginning of the year, my train of thoughts leading me to assume it accommodated me because I’ve spent to much time napping and falling asleep on the couch. That somewhat innocent thought proved wrong as I’ve not soon after finally revealed the room to my boyfriends, the bedroom providing another part of usefulness the room obviously knowing something before I was even aware of it myself. Magic is truly wonderful.

I drop my right hand over to my knee prompting him to stretch his fingers out, not cruel in denying my partner his tool of sight as I put his wand back between his fingers the pulses coming immediately back to life ‘’Handsome, handsome Ominis.’’ I sigh dreamily caressing his cheek admiring the constellations of birthmarks on his chest and face blank eyes seemingly looking right back at me ‘’Shall we get more comfortable, beloved? You’ve already proven your strength enough times.’’ I muse my heart fluttering at the smirk he gives memoires quickly playing in mind.

‘’As you wish, my heart.’’ He speaks relaxed proceeding to turn around and walk. I give a glance at a spent Sebastian that looks content half lying on the couch. I give him a come hitter motion sending him a wink, before he disappears from my sight Ominis reaching the bedroom in no time the dimly lit and mostly green and black themed room a perfect ambiance. Clearly not only my influence.

‘’You’ve waited for so long haven’t you.’’ I begin to play even pouting as I cling onto my boyfriend, letting him climb onto the queen-sized bed not bothering with the covers as he lays me in the middle of it manoeuvring himself between my legs. His member barely brushes again me, as he settles down keeping his weight on his elbows body as close to mine as he can, both hands cupping my face my smile instantaneous, as he begins touching and exploring my face his touch utmost gentle.

‘’With the beautiful sounds the two of you kept making, it was entirely worth it.’’ He happily replies, one hand going over the roundness of my cheek, the other letting his fingers trace my lips that remain in a smile.

‘’Did we? I’d rather pin this on Sebastian this evening. He was the singer and star of the show.’’ I spare a glance up at our boyfriend that is making his way closer to the bed, blush covering his cheeks, his member at half hardness.

‘’A poet of pretty sounds.’’ Ominis confirms hands once more cupping my cheeks as he looks towards Sebastian, feeling him more so than seeing him as he’s once more wandless. The faith he puts into the two of us, letting go of his wand so many times being so comfortable too is the testament of his love. It aways gives me the good type of flutters in my stomach.

‘’Divine.’’ I sing happily reaching my hand out, Sebastian gladly accepting it as he less gracefully sits on the bed, Ominis in the meantime preoccupying himself with leaving kisses on my cheek, progressing lower, hips lulling at random. Not enough to reprimand him yet.

‘’You, okay??’’ I softly inquire looking over the brunette that has been on the quieter side, prettily marked up, my handiwork still blooming over his flushed skin.

‘’Divine.’’ He teases and settles the spike of worry as he lies next to us, not touching but merely hoovering close, hands twisting around my own as I hiss in surprise Ominis teeth clamping around my left nipple.

‘’What was that for?’’ I pout at our sightless lover his nimble fingers tracing up and down my heated and flushed shin, the man clearly eager to proceed with things.

‘’Merely self-indulgence, beloved.’’ He quips the smirk not escaping me. With a tender yet firm touch I cup his chin with the pads of my fingers stopping his progression all together capturing his attention the surprise showing on his face.

‘’And who allowed you to be so bold?’’ I state running my thumb over his slightly dry lower lip while Sebastian continues holding my hand, scotching closer to us. ‘’Bertha?’’ my disapproval is evident in the way I say her name.

The look of shook on Ominis face says it all his sputtering wild in contrast to his always composed self, while Sebastian freezes.

‘’Wha…darling…Mc, that’s preposterous! Not to mention highly inappropriate of you to suggest anyone else…specially like this…you know I’m entirely devoted to you…that’s…oh Merlin, how can you…’’ its clear that he’s rushing to get out his stream of thoughts and at the same time trying to process everything.

Pulling my hand away from him he flinches at the abrupt action. I regain his focus and ease his anxiety - which didn’t go past me by the tensing of his body – by cupping the back of his head steadying him, preventing my beloved Ominis to put distance between us as I crush our lips together harder than it’s necessary, even going as far as to bite his lower lip his whines music to my ears. I reserve these sorts of ministrations for Sebastian who is the cheekiest of the two and needs to be ‘disciplined’ the nips only mellow warnings. Which of course he loves and sometimes is all to eager for, bruised lips not an issue.

To my astonishment I’m left encouraged by the way Ominis gives in his control entirely, letting me guide him however I please, not even questioning the way I tilt his head and switch the pace of our kiss. But alas as the kiss picks up, getting heated as I let my tongue dart out to taste him, it takes all of the willpower I can muster to break apart, my hurried breathing matching my lovers. Observing him as I catch my breath, he looks dazed, flushed cheeks always a good look on him the collectiveness he holds himself always under, only broken for us to see.

‘’Don’t act so scandalized, darling.’’ I growl pecking his lips to which I drop back onto the pillow my hands finding themselves on his chest ‘’You’re not yet forgiven.’’ I frown watching as his expression morphs into disorientation ‘’I’m frankly let down by the way you’re portraying yourself beloved Ominis.’’ I tsk in disapproval his head lowering as he frowns ‘’Spewing endless romance in my ear, promising forever and then setting up ‘dates’ and promising help to suddenly relevant female companions.’’

‘’Now now, Mc, you know you are twisting my words. You are well aware I’ve no wish in participation in any…’’

As I hold him at arm’s length, having forced him to sort of hoover over me with strength I didn’t know I’ve had I raise into a sitting position immediately my blood boiling, two fingers finding their way into his mouth, the choking noise un-fazing me as it comes from surprise ‘’Suck my fingers.’’ I instruct cooly his lips wrapping around my two fingers immediately, conflict still written over his expression.

‘’I’m not one for excuses, am I?’’ I ask glancing at Sebastian who with a mere nod understands what I’m implying and is up on his knee’s settling himself behind me, legs landing on either side of my own ‘’And your defiance, even if I know you’ve expressed yourself wrongly is incorrectly placed Ominis.’’ I begin to prod at his tongue that keeps daring over my digit’s ‘’You’ve both in the wrong.’’ I place my free hand onto Sebastian’s thigh and dig my nails into his flesh without putting pressure – yet.

‘’So, given your previous babbling words currently not being your strong suit or thinking…’’ I pause for effect his eyes furrowing as he gives in further hands set over my bent knees warm, expression softening ‘’…let’s put that pretty mouth and tongue to good use hm?’’ pulling my fingers out, Ominis the devil licks his lips but follows blindly – well literally – as I grasp his messy blond hair and guide his head lower, Ominis familiar with this position as he readjust on the bed, finding his way lower on his own. He doesn’t waste time or words, no sassy remark brewing. He just dives in, my breath hitching at the first kitten lick he delivers, my entire body shuddering.

‘’So pretty.’’ Sebastian comments in a low tone, hocking his chin over my shoulder enjoying the sight of our boyfriend between my thighs as much as I am, along with his touches his tongue by now tasting Sebastian’s cum.

‘’He loves it don’t you Omi?’’ I soften in my approach, beginning to brush his hair back the moans he lets out as if being delighted by the taste a massive turn on, the need to have him undone always a desire of mine ‘’Loves the taste of us.’’ I lick over my lips as the blond moans louder in confirmation, Sebastian suddenly rutting against me prompting me to dig my nails deeper.

‘’Ah sorry, Mc, I can’t help it.’’ He literally whines hands that have settled over my biceps, slipping around me as if to hold me still when he’s the one that’s already losing it, leaking anew behind my back, standing hot as he’s practically glued onto me.

‘’You can, and you will.’’ I run my nails till his knee leaving marks behind, my whole-body twitching at the way Ominis twists his tongue, my hands flying to his hair simultaneously as I hold him in place prompting him to double down on his efforts. It has me gasping for air, twitching thanks to the zaps running through me, pleasure buzzing and rising the more relentlessly he pays me attention not even coming up for air.

‘’Ah, ah, ah Omiiiii…’’ I cry out pathetically, heat hitting me tenfold thanks to the slurping noises that arise the absolute filthiness of his actions addicting.

‘’You both look and sound so fucking good.’’ Sebastian compliments keeping still as instructed, choosing to litter kisses over my neck and under my jaw, keeping it civil. I think it’s a form of mercy from his side given Ominis is destroying me, my legs beginning to shake uncontrollably as the need to cum raises, two fingers entering me only raising the stakes higher. The feel of them both surrounding me their scents filling my nose and senses, touches grounding has sanity taking a back seat, the need to have control spilling through my fingers, as they begin to topple my world over.

Unlike usually having free reign to flail as much as I need to, Sebastian holds me firmly against him even hocking his feet over my calves grounding me further leaving me to Ominis to devour. And devour does he, bringing a pleasant but sparkly wave to wash over me, like a cool blanket soothing my shaky limbs that still have a mind of their own even once I’m startled from the brief haze by lips pecking my lips.

Blinking my eyes open I catch as Ominis is directing his attention to a silent Sebastian their lips and tongues locked. In any other situation I’d be happily watching their display the way that our brunette boyfriend licks at Ominis’ chin even. It’s addictive the two of them together, seeing how they fit so well together.

Reaching between us, Ominis breaks away with a hiss of surprise as my fingers wrap around his hot and leaking cock, the pressure I apply a bit mean, but he deserves it, quick to part ways head hung down arms shaky as he holds himself upwards.

‘’Oh. Shame.’’ I tut running my left hand down his lighter skin, marks standing out immediately ‘’But bad boys don’t deserve rewards. Or privileges as such.’’ To make my point I tighten my hold on the base of his manhood, Ominis falling onto his elbows face being buried between my breasts, Sebastian’s arms reaching out to catch our sightless boyfriend, as I begin moving my hand torturously slow over him.

‘’Not ones that flirt with other girls. Give into silly ideas, when up until now they were reclusive.’’ I grab the back of Ominis blond hair bringing his head up, his eyes half open as I hover close ‘’You’re no foolish man beloved. Her intentions aren’t pure.’’ I lean in, to bite onto his lower lip, ignoring the whine that trembles out of his throat ‘’To give so much attention…’’ I sigh deeply as he readjusts his arms on either side of us ‘’You are mine.’’ I glare at him, feeling that with a snap of a finger I could set the world on fire ‘’You’ve been mine the moment your pretty lips touched mine.’’ I let go of his manhood letting my thumb run over his lower lips watching his tongue dart out tasting himself.

‘’You’ve belonged to me since our first meeting in front of the Undercroft.’’ I whisper rising his head watching as his Adams apple bops, my lips kissing first there ‘’Despite your stubbornness and denial you’ve always been meant to be here.’’ I pause as I suck a mark into his neck knowing I can’t hold back forever but am intent on marking both of them more than its necessary ‘’Right here. Between my legs, beloved.’’ I smirk in satisfaction left hand this time taking a hold of him his hips jerking forward causing me to shush him as if he’s a frightened animal.

‘’A proper gentleman raised, pristine and bloody perfect huh?’’ I taunt guiding the head of his dick to my entrance sliding it up and down, loving every sound that comes from both as Sebastian has always been vocal ‘’To think I’d have you be so obedient in my arms, eager to lick away another man’s cum, tasting your own. eagerly so doing anything I wish for. Oh, how scandalous.’’ I laugh watching in delight as a new flush raises over his constellation filled skin, the tremble in his lips adorable.

‘’Absolutely devious.’’ I whisper positioning him at my entrance, pulling him flush against me a gentle nudge oh my hand, getting him going as he begins entering me ‘’Ah there we go.’’ I encourage leaning my head back against Sebastian my muscles singing in relief as I’ve unconsciously held myself taunt this entire time.

‘’Feels good?’’ Sebastian asks politely pressing a kiss to my temple his presence welcomed, even if he’s radiating heat basically.

‘’Meant for me.’’ I sigh happily, finding Sebastian’s hand in the meantime guiding it over to Ominis’ chest where his heart is ‘’Both of you. My boys.’’

Ominis jerks his hips I’m sure involuntary. He’s not used to needing to hold himself back and pay to my whims to much – no let me rephrase that. He has not been on the receiving end of my whims as much.

‘’Yours.’’ Ominis finally finds his voice eyes transfixed onto me as if he can see right through me, his brows twisted as he looks pleadingly but at the same time sorry ‘’Yours Mc. I’m yours. Yours only, okay? We are yours.’’ He rambles rushing his words this time around cupping my cheeks.

I can see he wants to say so much more something plaguing him which is holding him back. That’s why I wrap my legs around his thighs both of us groaning in relief as he sinks deeper, stretching me further as he’s slightly longer than Sebastian our brunette lover girthier in size.

‘’Only mine.’’ I agree letting go of the ‘reigns’ for now, holding onto Sebastian as Ominis begins a rhythm savouring our contact in a sense, rolling his hips in an artful manner. It’s a joke we always fool around with Sebastian at how gracious Ominis is even in bed, taking things to another levels unlike the two of us being clumsy ogres most of the time.

‘’Ahhhhhhh…’’ I mewl as he shifts on his knees changing the angle, the sneaky snake – it’s an affectionate term – changing things up as he stops playing around, his skin hitting against mine firmer. By distracting me the devilish man dives in for a kiss, hungry in his need to gain some control.

The cheekiness of his actions has me giggling even into his display of passion.

‘’Oh, mercy me. That laughter is not as carefree as it sounds.’’ Sebastian taunts his hands finding their way onto my breasts to kneed them readjusting us accordingly to Ominis as he stands on his knees looming over us, a moment of respite enabling me to catch my breath.

‘’You wound me, dove.’’ Ominis declares hands exploring the outside of my legs grasping my knee’s the muscles of my calves.

‘’It would take a lot more effort and intent to wound you, beloved. We all know your words are empty.’’ I grin cockily not even letting out a sound as he grips the back of my knees and raises my legs bending me in half ‘’Hmm, but a man fulfilling his promises…that is something I’ve always valued.’’

He snorts at that a mischievous smirk drawing itself upon his lips ‘’Need to prove and show you, how much I love you.’’ As if to prove his point he thrust all of the sudden, the quickness and roughness catching me of guard, Sebastian’s hold once more capturing me ‘’How much, I appreciate you. How much you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.’’ With each sentence he pulls out and thrust back in, his movements calculated and precise the strength he’s using something new.

‘’Not enough.’’ I muse rising an eyebrow ‘’Given I had to remind you of your place.’’ I bite back Ominis getting serious, the cushions of his slender fingers digging into my flesh. He leans forward bending me further so, the position nothing new but still somewhat challenging as I keep myself composed despite the different type of pressure, he’s putting me under.

‘’My place has been carved into you dove.’’ The innuendo and lightness of his tone has me smirking wildly this man truly making me crazy and always for new different reasons.

Without needing further instructions or permission, Ominis with animalistic strength to call it lightly takes charge, hips fluid and firm as he starts fucking me properly. His pace is unrelenting, remarkable as if he is a musician the tempo not missing a beat or faltering.

Its rather a lot to take in specially after cumming twice already. My thirst for both of my boyfriend is a cup never full but by the gods this is taking everything out of me. For once I’m grateful to be held down as I am because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself otherwise. I give in easily with letting my mouth run free, all kinds of noises spurring both of them on, evident in the way Sebastian has been rutting against me, Ominis pretty lips turning into a cocky smirk if only for a moment.

The wave of a rather thunderous orgasm rumbles to life from 0 to 100 taking my breath away. I go with the current of it thought, trembling convulsing letting it overtake every corner of my brain with the thoughts of my boys, Ominis touches firm and controlled, Sebastian’s kisses and words of praise clouding my mind deliciously so.

I barely feel but feel it nonetheless the way Ominis begins to stumble his confidence and persona of steel giving out as his always controlled expression breaks into one of want, and despair breath escaping him as well as his chest raises and falls quickly. And yet he never stops moving.

My world falls apart in quick progression once fingers come in contact with my throbbing clit the extra touch unexpected that words fail me, as I’m being hurdled over the edge the waves of pleasure not as intense as it seemed to be at first but rather pleasant and long-lasting leaving me disoriented, even with Ominis cumming and lying down on top of me again breathing raged, skin sweaty and warm to the touch.

I try blinking away the fuzziness in my sight, tired arms barely able to raise as I push his hair from his eyes knowing he dislikes the feeling of it. It’s hard to gather my mind at first as I’m startled by Sebastian’s kisses over my jaw, the area feeling ticklish making me twist in his hold the giggles he lets out adoring as he holds the both of us. He’s still a furnace behind me.

‘’I gotta admit…’’ I begin my voice coming out as if I’ve woken from a nap ‘’…you are very comfortable to rest on.’’

‘’Firm and cuddly.’’ Sebastian confirms making me hum as he delivers an obnoxiously loud kiss to my cheek making me grimace but with a smile ‘’What? Don’t tell me you’ve had your full of affection for the day.’’

Looking up right to see him peek at me he spares me a brilliant smile as I admire his features, pretty eyes full of sparks of life in the darkness of the room ‘’I could never have enough of you.’’

Excitedly he leans in meeting me halfway in the chase kiss he initiates, Ominis in the meantime groaning as I move to get more comfortable probably dislodging him enough to protest.

‘’I for one don’t find you that comfortable, Sebastian.’’ Our blonde boyfriend comments having captured our attention. He leans up giving a sweet kiss to my cheek his right hand moving around the side of the bed, prompting Sebastian to move over in search for our boyfriends mysteriously disappeared wand.

‘’Hobwash.’’ I point out even as he separates himself from me, pulling out the mess between my legs not feeling pleasant as my body is lowering in temperature thanks to the seizure of our activities ‘’You love it as much as I do. Cuddling is the best cure for anything and everything. Evidently in you two sleeping together at the dorms so you cannot deny it beloved.’’ I cheerfully announce letting Ominis bring my legs together, expectantly reaching out his hand.

Glancing up it’s as if they’ve telepathically talked as Sebastian comes up with Ominis’ wand, mine appearing in his hand as well to my surprise as I lie against the bed on my own.

‘’Don’t need to fight over me love’s there’s plenty of me to go around.’’ Sebastian cockily fires back, casting a cleaning spell. It not being the same as taking a shower or a bath but its proficient in its nature as it does the job to remove the mess.

‘’Hm I’d be careful about those words.’’ Ominis hums in thought his wand pulsing red, hand landing to rest over my left tight as Sebastian proceeds to clean him as well.

‘’That’s why you got in trouble in the first-place you oaf.’’ I grumble arms that I’ve had outstretched above me against the cool sheets, grasping a pillow which I fling at the brunette, rolling onto my front intent on crawling up the bed.

‘’Oh no you don’t.’’ Sebastian is quick to pounce hands splayed over my back as he pushes me flat onto the bed ‘’No running away sweetheart!’’ boyishly he exclaims ‘’Come Ominis hold her steady.’’ He encourages my curiosity making me turn to an unfazed Ominis who proceeds to move up the bed untucking the covers ‘’Ominis!!!’’

‘’How are you so lively Sebastian, it’s around 4 in the morning.’’ He complains looking towards us incredulously ‘’Merlin’s beard. You’d think after all that happened, you’d take it easier.’’

I agree with him on that, attempting to get up to get under the covers myself but Sebastian has other plans suddenly climbing over me keeping his weight half of me, pressing me into the bed, nonetheless.

‘’I am! I’m preventing our little dove from escaping.’’ He counters quite roughly moving and pushing me towards the centre of the bed once more, successful in the way he pulls the covers from underneath me, settling us down way to eagerly as he plasters himself onto my now right side having flipped me over, Ominis slightly cooler touch finding my left hand first.

‘’I wasn’t going to escape.’’ I whine in defeat turning to him ‘’I was going to settle down too.’’ I give him a look as his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink ‘’You really are trouble, Seb.’’ I sigh sounding defeated but offer a reassuring smile as he relaxes resting his cheek against my shoulder, pressing himself as close as he can comfort a bit on the downside which I’m not really complaining about having gotten used to him hogging up all the space. He is an affectionate man I’ve learned it the hard way.

‘’Not always.’’ He defends himself to which I give a kiss onto the top of his head looking over to Ominis that remains rather civil, the distance he has put between us for my sake. I’ve learned to read his micro expressions.

‘’That is correct. Sometimes Ominis is a fool to.’’ I tease pulling onto his hand, watching as he gasps dramatically giving me a stern look all the while scotching closer.

‘’Such vile name calling Mc. I may be a bit of a knobhead sometimes, but a fool is not a word to describe me with.’’ He’s quick to retort, arm finding its way over Sebastian over me.

‘’A tosser then.’’ Sebastian quips to which I deliver a gentle tap on his head.

‘’A man overtaken with certain emotions that are hard to contain.’’ I narrow my eyes staring at the ceiling of the room, magic having painted it in green and blue shades, gold drawn constellations prettily stretched across the entirety of the ceiling.

‘’Love is dangerous.’’ Sebastian mumbles his agreement having stopped fidgeting.

‘’Brings men to their knees.’’ Ominis adds sighing, tiredness catching up to him.

‘’Brings men to do foolish things.’’ I smile taking my boys in, letting myself feel how warm they are how their holds are protective yet tender ‘’Turns logic into madness.’’ I continue running my hand over Sebastian’s back who is on the verge of sleep, Ominis not faring better as I scratch his scalp just the way he likes ‘’Has innocent gestures be seen through an extreme lens of the green-eyed monster.’’ I sigh to myself peeking at the blooming marks I’ve left all over them, already hearing their complaints in my mind about them in a few hours.

Good. They will serve as a reminder of this night. And remind them that their jealousy even though petty at times and thrown around like tantrums don’t compare to my own emotions. I’ve gone soft tonight compared to what I’d do with a completely sober mind. The buzz of bravery thanks to the fire whiskey had me acting instead of biding time.

But there’s always tomorrow as they say.

And with these two knuckleheads I’m sure they won’t mind a replay.

After all. They are mine. My boys.

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Prompt 25 - Invincible

@jegulus-microfic February 25 Word count 994

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Regulus was waiting outside Rosier House. He’d wait outside until he spotted Lily Evans. She was James’s friend. If he told him his theory, she’d never be questioned. This was too important for sentimentality.

Hours passed before he spotted her. He stepped out of his hiding place just as she passed him.

“Evans,” He spoke clearly. She spun around, wand raised, and fired a stunning jinx at him. If he hadn’t been such a proficient duelist, she’d have knocked him off his feet. However, he was, and she didn’t. “I only want to talk, Evan’s. No need for violence.” Lily did not lower her wand.

“What do you want, Black?” Her scowl was giving Regulus’s a run for its money.

“I just need you to answer a few questions for me.”

“And why would I ever tell you anything?” She still had her wand in her hand and twitched it up slightly.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll tell the Order that you regularly sneak into Rosier House. A house of known death eaters. Don’t think that will look good for you, will it?” Regulus watched as her pale skin went paler.

“Please. They don’t know about Pandora, please.” She begged.

“Then answer my questions.” She nodded. “Have you told Pandora any information you shouldn’t have?”

“What? No! We don’t talk about stuff like that.”

“So you haven’t been passing information to the Death Eaters?”

“What? No. I’d never do that!” She fully raised her wand this time. “What are you getting at Black?” Regulus took no notice of her defensive stance.

“There is a spy amongst the Order, and I had to check it wasn’t you.” Well, at least that was one down.

“Why would you care about that?” She questioned.

But before he could answer her, the mirror heated in his pocket. “One moment, please. I need to take this.” He ignored Lily while he flipped it open.

“Hey Reg, I’ve got some news. Dumbledore agreed with everything. He’s asked that we arrange a meeting to figure out how to track down the H—”

“James, shut up!” He hissed, cutting James off. “I’m not in a secure location.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“How quickly can you get to Rosier House?” It would be easier to do this now if he could make it. “Bring Sirius if you can.”

“It’s safe, right?” James looked worried. He didn’t trust Evan and Barty as much as Regulus did. He sighed and handed the mirror to Lily.

“Tell him it’s safe.”

“Lily?”

“Oh, hi, James. Erm, yes, you’ll be safe here.” She quickly handed the mirror back to Regulus. “Can I go now?”

“Yes, but I want you and Pandora in Evan’s room in…” He looked at James, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, erm, give me an hour. What about Peter?”

“What about him?”

“Well, he’s one of us, isn’t he? So, should I bring him along? Dumbledore said we need as many people as possible.” Regulus wasn’t happy about this. He’d always thought Pettigrew was a weak, weaselly person.

“Does he know Sirius’s current status?” He asked, thinking this would be a good way to narrow down his answer.

“No, I haven’t seen him to tell him,” James admitted.

“Then no, James.”

“But, Reg—”

“No, James, it’s too important.” James groaned but didn’t push it.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” He said, and then he was gone.

“You have an hour, Evans,” He told Lily, “Tell the others when you go in. I need to go pick up one more person for our little group.” With that, he apparated to a secluded clearing in a forest in the midlands.

In moments, he was surrounded by grubby men and women. Regulus ignored them.

“Lupin you about?” He said calmly. Remus pushed through the other wolves to stand opposite Regulus.

“How’s it going, Black?” Remus had a few new scrapes on his face and arms, and he was covered in forest, but other than that, he looked alright.

“You coming then?” Remus nodded. He closed the gap between them.

“Remus!” A voice rang out across the clearing. Remus seemed to shrink. “You have three hours. Be back before then, or we’ll hunt you down.” Remus’s head bowed low.

“Yes, Fenrir.” His voice was quiet. Regulus grabbed his arm and apparated them away.

“Go get a shower, Lupin, you need it,” Regulus ordered when they arrived at Rosier House. Remus didn’t even fight. He went straight into Evan’s bathroom.

A blur of black curls raced across the room at Remus when he emerged from the shower. Sirius clung to him with tears streaming down his face, making Remus wobble and fall onto the floor. Neither of them seemed to care.

Regulus gave them a moment while he greeted James with a bit more decorum while they were in company.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Sirius, we need to get started. We only have two and a half hours before Remus needs to be back, or we put him in danger. The quicker we get through this, the more time you can have with him.

Sirius pulled himself together but refused to let go of Remus. Regulus made a start.

“We believe Voldemort has created Horcruxes. If this is true, he is invincible.” The silence in the room was deafening. “Unless we track down and destroy them. That is now the job of everyone in this room. I can not express how important it is that no one outside this room finds out what we are doing. You can tell no one. I don’t care who you think you can trust. If they aren’t in this room, you don’t tell them anything. We’re all that stands between Voldemort winning or losing.”

He felt the determined shift of the room, and he let himself believe they were going to win. James wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“So, where do we start?” James smiled at him, proud of how far Regulus had come.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Quaking with Lust

Pairing: Silco x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, reunion sex, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, making out, rough oral sex, hair-pulling (for Reader), degrading nicknames but in an affectionate way (slut, whore)

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: This was a commissioned fic. Silco smut is always a lot of fun to write.

You sat in the living room, counting down the minutes until Silco would be home. You were so excited to see him after he'd taken several day to take care of Shimmer supply issue. Such things were becoming few and far between with Sevika's help but you still knew you'd miss him whenever he would leave.

The door to the house opened, followed by the familiar thump of his shoes. You raced off the couch and into the narrow hallway to see him in the middle of taking off his signature coat. "Aren't you a nice welcome gift." The corner of his lips twitched upward as you walked up and enveloped him into a tight hug.

"Took you long enough. How was the trip?" You mumbled the question into his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around your frame.

"Mostly uneventful. It's getting tedious repeating myself all the time. Usually I'd have your pretty face and voice to calm me down afterwards."

"I could have told you that much." You gave him a brief kiss on his scarred face, the pressure just enough to make him lean towards you for more.

He turned his head to return the kiss, aiming for your cheek but catching your lips. Not he minded, he missed the feeling of yours soft lips pressing against his. Not just your lips either. His hand was on the back of your neck quickly, preventing you from moving away even if you wanted to as he deepened the kiss, his tongue massaging yours.

"Jinx here?" He asked quickly breaking the kiss and looking past the hallway.

"Not tonight. Important explosion experiments as she put it. Which works out very well for us." You tugged on his tightly fitting collar, fingers working on undoing the buttons of his vest.

"For now. Until Sevika comes barging in with-" You silenced him with a firm kiss, which he returned immediately. One of his grabbed at your hip the other already lowering your pants, "No panties darling? How bold of you."

If you wore them they'd only get ruined, shame to waste them especially when a lot of your underwear was hand-picked by Silco.

"Did you behave while I was away?" He cooed against your lips, "You didn't touch yourself did you?"

"N-No. And it torture. I've been waiting for you to touch me all this time. So please." You clenched your legs around his hand as his fingers come into contact with your pussy, coated with your arousal. "Please make me come, I've been such a good- ah!" He was already finger deep before you even got the words out.

"You're right. You've been such a good slut. Patiently waiting for me to claim what's mine." Silco pulled back to see your face contorted in pleasure, your eyes glossy and lips swollen and parted, "Aren't you needy? Your cunt's gripping me so tightly, it's making it hard for me to move. Do you want me to fuck you properly or not?"

"It's your fault for ordering me to wait." You moaned as you bucked your hips into his hand, your arousal dripping onto the floor. "Maybe if you did your job properly and fucked my when I asked you to we wouldn't have this problem."

His eyes narrowed at you, eye shining a fiery orange color, "Maybe you need a reminder of whose in charge around here. If I have to fuck the discipline into you I will." Silco pushed another finger into your cunt, his eyes unable to leave your flushed face. "A slut like you needs to be fucked well every once in a while."

"Once in a while? Try all the damn time." You whimpered, helpless against his thrusts, "If you're gonna call me a slut then fuck me like one."

Silco chuckled, low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with lust, "As you wish then." His words, his threat barely registered in your brain before you felt his hand moving in and out in furious, wild, yet purposeful thrusts.

"Fuck, that's so good. You're amazing at this." You whimpered, breathing against his neck, "So good. Gods I need more!" You rolled your hips against his palm, feeling the vanishing pressure against your clit. Silco hummed at your words, as eager as ever to make you come. "Yes! There, there! I'm gonna come, just keep fucking my-! Silco, fuck!" You stammered, the wave of your orgasm crashing over you, throwing your senses into overdrive. Silco didn't slow down, but kissed his way down your neck, slowly leaving beautiful little marks on your skin.

"So pretty when you come my darling." His tongue licked over the hollow of your throat, "I'd like to see it again. Can you go again?" He already knew you can just by the way your walls twitched and spasmed around his fingers.

"Hang on. Need to take care of this first." Your hand cupped his bulge, your knees already lowering to the floor, hands back on his torso to undo his shirt fully. Expertly you unbuckled his belt, planting kisses on his trousers, the outline of his cock twitching more with every kiss. Once his pants are down you repeated the same over his underwear.

Silco sighed in relief, his eyes half closed as he ran his clean hand through your hair. The tug came as a surprise, you hissed in pain as you felt yourself be pulled away from his cock. He looked down at you with a scolding expression.

"Did I say you could have my cock?" His tone was flat yet commanding, stern, "No. Little whores like you should do as they're told and only as they're told."

"You need me to beg?"

"Not at all. I need you wait and take what I give you." Your mouth opens easily for his slick fingers, "Easy. You're so easy when you're horny." He spreads the leftovers of your orgasm along your tongue, the pads of his fingers pressing along the muscle, "Let me see you suck." He didn't even need to order you. The taste of yourself in his fingers made your pussy clench around nothing, your clit twitch in need.

Your mouth closed around his long fingers, Silco's other hand grabbed you by the chin and keeping your head still. His fingers moved rapidly in and out, cutting of your moans as soon as they tore from your lungs.

Through teary eyes you still managed to pull his underwear down and rub your thumb, a feather like touch compared to what you usually do to him in his office. "Greedy little-" Silco lets out a growl when you form a circle around his broad head with your your hand, turning your wrist to spread his cum around. "You want this dick so badly?"

"I do." You admitted as he ripped his wet fingers out of your mouth, "I kept thinking about it, about you all the time while you were away. Please. I can't take it anymore. Silco." You whined his name and looked up at him with pleading eyes that you knew were his weakness.

"You vixen. You know I'll you anything you want when you look at me like that." His hand lowered and squeezed around your throat just enough to make you gasp, "You could ask me to go to war with Piltover and I would. Are you aware just how much power I'm allowing you to have over me? They even started to question me, bunch of fools." His grip tightened, fingers back in your mouth, making you choke on the ferocity of him, "And here you are. All that power and what do you do with it? You beg to be fucked, hit, crempied, tied up, used. Don't even try to deny it."

"All of it." You choke out around his fingers, "I want all of it."

"And do you know what that makes you? Go on say it? What are you?" He hisses as he asks.

You know exactly what he wants to hear, you've played this game before, you know how he likes it, how you love it, "I'm a greedy slut that needs to be punished."

"Right you are darling." He gave you a satisfied smirk before he let you go and pulled his pants back up, "Come get your punishment then." All he needed to do was hook his fingers toward him for you to follow like a puppy.

You didn't take your eyes off him for a moment, drinking him in like he might disappear. The sound of the bedroom door frightened you out of your haze. Step after step you followed him inside.

"Make yourself comfortable." Code for take your clothes off and spread your legs. You wasted no time doing exactly that. Your hands gripped the soft sheets as you sat in the middle of the bed, your face even more flushed then before, your legs spread open for Silco's eyes.

He had a clear view of your glistening pussy clenching desperately around nothing, your clit twitching and pulsing, needing to be touched. Not a moment went by when he wasn't looking at you, not even when he was taking his clothes off. This was too much of a routine for him to need to look anywhere else but your beautiful, sexy body.

Silco moved towards you, coming to kneel before you, looking down at you, at how your clit twitched from the attention of his gaze.

"I've neglected you a little over the past week." He spoke as he tapped on your clit with his index finger, "Don't worry, I'll give you all the attention you desire. You've earned it. Been a good girl for me haven't you?"

"Yeah." You breathed out, your hips shaking as he continued to absentmindedly tap at your clit, "So why do you keep teasing me?"

"All good things to those who wait sweetheart." Silco's finger pressed against your clit hard. You let out a nearly broken moan, "Good point. You've waited long enough. I'm not that cruel of a man. To a select few that is." With hooded eyes you watched Silco slide down on the bed, time seeming to slow as his lips approach where you need them most. The first flick of his tongue over your folds was enough to send you into a lustful frenzy.

You bucked them up into his mouth as soon as your felt his lips wrap around your clit. Both your hands tugged and pulled in his hair as his tongue was pushed deep inside of you, his nose brushing against your clit as he moved his head back and forth.

"You taste so sweet, I feel like I haven't had you in so long." He cooed while still licking in out at a steady rhythm. You moaned, your head turned against the pillow as you tried to keep your legs from squeezing his head. "Are you gonna be a good girl and beg or do I have to fuck that out of you too?"

"Fuck. Give it to me. Please, all this time all I wanted was your cock. I've been so good. Please, oh, please Silco!" The string of words left your mouth with zero shame. And why would you be ashamed of the truth? You aren't, not with the promise of his hard cock filling you up.

You whimpered at the loss of his tongue, only for it to trail away into a moan when the broad, swollen tip of his cock teased against your opening. Silco's eyes closed in bliss when his cock was welcomed back in your cunt by your velvety walls. Squeezing, tightening and pulsing around his length, stimulated from earlier, biting your lip was all you could do to keep yourself from coming.

"Don't hold back on my account. I know how badly your slutty hole missed my cock. Let go, give me your everything, haven't earned at least that already?" Shit. You wanted to make it last, yet Silco's eyes, his voice, his hands rubbing your sides, his cock in your pussy, the stretch and the pounding so familiar, you couldn't hold back against him.

Your hips launched off the bed, Silco's grip being the only thing keeping you grounded, or as grounded as he could have given how mercilessly he was hammering his cock into your gushing hole. Warm, sweaty flesh slapped against one another, Silco's eyebrows frowning as sweat began to run down his forehead. You didn't have to ask for this. Other things? Yeah, he loved to hear you beg. But his cum shoot deep into your shaking womb? He'll give you that no questions asked.

The sound of your name was the only thing that left his mouth for the next minute as he fucked his seed into you, making a complete mess of the bed in the process.

When he was done and spent he collapsed onto your chest, his breathing heavy, both of you slick from sweat and other fluids. "Does that make up for my absence darling?" He laughed out.

"Almost."

"Almost?" Silco hunched up on his elbows, "What more do you want?"

"A kiss." You answered with a bright smile.

"Ah." He smiled back just as big, "That I can do." His lips were soft on yours, pressing against them to soothe.

"Welcome home darling." You whispered, kissing him again and again, neither of you able to stop until you were absolutely sure you left no spot unkissed.

#arcane #arcane x reader #silco #silco x reader #silco smut #league of legends #arcane fanfic #silco fanfic #arcane smut #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends smut #silco x female reader

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lullabyes22-blog · 1 month

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Okay, this is my first time asking something in Tumblr so let's do it right.

Firelights, what they think about Zaun Independence? How they feel about Jinx becoming the Zaun's second Janna? Where is Ekko??? How he feel about being replaced as best friend of science? and with a cute future cyborg guy?

Jinx, she is magic right? was her biological father had some magic blood too? maybe her father was a nothing important dude but if he had magic in his bones…please tell me tha he at least was a good guy. Because i love Vander and Silco but they are crazy, and the Vi and jinx' s mom too cause you have to be if get in to that mess abd have a children with one of them. I said what i said.

I don't know if one this questions are spoilers but i will be conform if one of them get answered. Thank you and XOXO 💋

The Firelights are hella wary - and as pissed off as Vi about Jinx becoming the mascot of Zaun. Ekko, if you observe closely, has been here all along... and will become a more obvious presence come Act VII >D

Jinx is hella magic - and maybe her dad had something to do with it...

(He was a weirdo, but overall a decent dude).

Overall though, our Jinxie is a special case. Along with a handful of other characters in this tale.

fggffd yeah I would've stayed far away from the whole Silco/Vander/Lika mess had I been their neighbor. Hilariously it later becomes a Nandi/Silco/Vander mess, and then a Sevika/Silco/Vander mess.

This man is doomed to be trapped in love triangles. They're why his head is so pointy :T

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane ekko #ekko

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ghosttotheparty · 4 months

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i’ll still be here after daybreak 3

originally posted on twitter // also on ao3 // prev

it’s not necessarily that steve thinks he has a ghost. but over the past few years, he’s learned to not rule anything out. he’s never thought that his house might be haunted before.

he doesn’t remember any sort of paranormal experiences when he was kid; after all, his house was built just a few years before he was born, and he doesn’t think he’s ever heard of any kind of burials or anything on the land the house is on. of course, hawkins is haunted in a way.

but this is different. the lights never flicker in the house, he’s made sure to check. but things keep moving.

nothing important, really. honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if all his concussions are finally catching up and are just fucking with his memory.

but it’s weird. his hairspray bottles keep finding their way to the ground while he’s out, even though he places them away from the edge of his dresser. the photos on the surface are seemingly rifled through, spread like cards. his keys are moved across his bedside table one day as he’s getting dressed. and then the ring, eddie’s ring, is knocked off the table, and for a moment steve is pissed, protective and defensive and kind of territorial.

that’s how it starts, at least.

little things. items moving across tables, falling to the floor, only ever in his room. and then he can’t find his keys as he’s trying to leave, already running late. and he finds them under the table, like someone’s playing a stupid prank.

when he’s gone, it (whatever it may be) stays in his room. messes with his hairspray and photos, knocks aside his shoes, tugs his towel down from te back of his door. but when he’s home, it seems to follow him around.

it never does anything while steve is looking. while his back is turned, glasses will be moved across the counter, or the remote will be moved to the other side of the sofa, just out of reach. it’s rude, really, but steve can’t really help but be amused.

and then he’s filling a glass of water. he’s tired, just woken up but feeling oddly fine, and he doesn’t notice the water is still warm from washing the dishes last night. he sighs, preparing to lift his hand, to tip his glass over to empty it and start over.

and then the faucet turns. all by itself. as he watches.

he doesn’t move, watching as it turns slowly toward the blue, as the water gradually clears as it falls into his glass. he blinks blankly. until he realises that his glass is overflowing now, and he’s just been staring.

he reaches out and shuts the water off, holding the glass over the sink as he continues to stare at it. it’s filled to the rim, the shape of his fingers distorting a little as the water ripples. his hand is shaking.

and he feels like someone is watching him. looking. staring. waiting. it’s like the room has filled with a mist, a haze, like it’s gone thick as he just stands here and looks at the water in his hand.

‘…thank you,’ he says quietly, his voice rough with sleep.

and the air seems to clear. like it is satisfied. content.

steve suppresses a smile as he leans toward the glass, lifting it to his lips.

so he talks to it. he knows it seems fucking insane, talking to air, but it also just feels… fine.

he doesn’t tell anyone else. robin seems to notice that he’s been more fine lately, but she doesn’t ask any questions, like she’ll jinx it or something.

and maybe he should tell someone. maybe it’s upside-down related, and it could be an early signal of the end of the world, but it doesn’t feel like it. whatever it is, it feels nicer, somehow.

and steve doesn’t think he’s alone in thinking it; el seems to notice that something is off the next time she comes over for a movie night. steve stops when he sees her in the hallway, looking into the dark.

she looks confused. her head is tilted like she’s listening for something, like she’s a perplexed dog. her eyes flicker across the hall for a few moments before they stop, and she stares, her expression unreadable like it usually is.

‘el?’ steve says softly. she startles. ‘you okay?’

she looks back down the hall for a moment, seeming to hesitate, and then she smiles up at steve, her expression clearing.

‘i’m okay,’ she says lightly. ‘where do you keep your extra blankets?’

‘there’s no way you guys need more blankets,’ he says, ignoring the way the stone is his stomach hasn’t gone away. el looks at him like a puppy again, pouting just the slightest bit.

‘please?’

steve rolls his eyes fondly.

‘there’s a linen closet down the hall.’

she beams and skips away without turning on the light.

steve watches for another moment, hesitating. the hall bends to the right, and el disappears after a second. the others are all in the living room; he can hear them all, laughing and bickering and bantering, but the air feels thick again.

the light at the end of the hallway turns on, and he sees it seeping into the dark. he can vaguely see el’s shadow, and it’s still for a few moments before she moves, reaches up to grab blankets, holding them to herself and then setting them down.

steve shivers. he can’t bring himself to move. there’s a weight that’s settled on his shoulders, kind of like he’s being looked at again, but different. like el is being followed. like steve needs to stay, just in case.

it’s stupid, he knows. there’s nothing there. it’s just an empty hallway. but he stays, watches the darkness desperately, the sounds of the others having fun muffled into silence as steve stands. and waits. and watches.

until el comes back, startling steve as she appears suddenly.

she’s carrying a pile of folded blankets, and she looks at him over them, eyes shining brightly, half-smiling.

‘are you okay?’ she asks lightly. he blinks.

‘uh, yeah.’ he glances back down the hall. the light is still on. ‘you got everything you need?’

‘yes. joyce says i like to be bundled up.’

‘i know you do,’ steve says. he reaches to wrap an arm around her shoulders and tugs her toward the living room, glancing over his shoulder just in time to see the light at the end of the hall turn off.

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cowboybeepboop · 2 years

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You look good in yellow

Request: Bob smut where hangman is saying you only hangout with him because you pity him, that bobs crush on you is pointless because hangman already fucked you dirty and hard while you were wearing his favorite yellow shirt.

“Hangman was right about one thing,” “You look good in yellow, especially when you’re fucked out of your mind”

Pairing: Bob x fem! Reader

Genre: Porn with a plot

Warnings: p in v sex, SMUT, oral fem recieving, oral male recieving, slight hair pulling, praise kink, multiple orgasms, cursing

Word count: 2735

Summary: Hangman decides to be annoying because he’s sick and tired of watching Bob stare at you with hearts in his eyes and you subtly flirt with him.

a/n: I don’t proofread before uploading because it makes me jinx myself lol also I didn’t give the reader a call sign, you can come up with one if you want or just read it the way you would any other oneshot. Also I lost my old account so I’m reposting 😭

You and Bob are sitting eating peanuts while the other recruits talk nonsense and play pool together, Coyote makes his way over to the pool table with a blond and a brunette with a buzz cut. “Hey, Coyote!” you make your way to his side and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey, how are you Y/N?” he replies, snaking his hands around your waist pulling you against him.

“I’m doing okay, what about you” you hum against his neck before turning back to Bob who’s attempting to play pool with Phoenix, before Hangman steals away the stick.

“I’m fine, why do you think they called us all here?” he questions as you pull out a stool sitting down.

“Not sure, must be something important for them to call all the best of the best out here,” you shrug, letting your eyes wander to the breathtaking man you’ve been thirsting over for years at this point.

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Bob and you have worked together many times before, the two of you work well together and are great at what you do. But now he’s paired with Phoenix and you’re paired with Fanboy, this shouldn’t frustrate you as much as it did. You know that you can’t always get your way and that your job requires you to work with other people meaning you can’t be paired with Bob all the time. But. It kills you to see him smile at her, how his eyes light up when they talk, how he pinches his suit when she gets him flustered. That should be you, you can’t help but think how she stole your place next to him.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as Hangman positions himself between your legs where you’re sitting on the picnic table at the beach. The game had died down long ago and now you’re all just talking and sharing stories. He gives you one of his signature smiles and extends his hand with Bob’s crumpled up shirt, offering it to you.

“What’s this for? Wasn’t Bob using this?” you question while looking up at his soft green eyes.

“Yeah, I noticed you were cold so, I asked him for it,” Hangman was lying, he was just trying to get into your bikini bottoms, but you ignored this and lifted your arms up, like a child, allowing him to put it over you.

Hangman flashes his pearly whites while pulling the soft yellow fabric over your upper body, lightly squeezing your waist after his hands brushed over the sides of your breasts. Phoenix directed Bob’s attention over to the pair of you, he could feel his heart drop to his stomach.

He was going to take his shirt over to you but Hangman insisted on bringing it to you for him, he should have put up more of a fight because now he might just lose any chance he might have had with you.

Phoenix gives him a small smile before whispering, “Bob, she doesn't seem all too interested with him,” he nods his head.

“Yeah, it’s probably nothing,” his heart still aches while he looks at you longingly.

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Hangman insists on walking you back to your room on base, he continues to insist that he should stay and talk to you. You used to think that Hangman was just a jerk who would do whatever just to get what he wants, but now, with him laying on your bed telling you of a brilliant plan to get you and Bob together. He isn’t as bad as you previously thought.

You jolt awake sitting up quickly, “Shit, Hangman, wake the fuck up,” you shake his shoulder roughly.

“What,” he rubs the tiredness from his eyes, “why are you so freaked out?” he sits up from his position at the foot of your bed.

“You slept over, we have to be with Maverick in like 5 minutes,” you hop out of bed quickly going to put your uniform on he follows behind you fixing his hair, the two of you sneak off into Hangman's room, which is just right next door. You quickly fix your hair and wash your face as he gets dressed.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Maverick scolds you and Hangman for your tardiness, while Coyote and Fanboy snicker to themselves at your disheveled appearances, you make eye contact with the tall blond at your side and a deep blush paints your neck and cheeks.

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After the long day the team decided to go out for drinks at Penny's bar, per usual. You’ve been sticking to Coyote's side the whole day in order to avoid Fanboy’s accusatory remarks . Hangman finds his way over to the pool table where Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, and Fanboy are playing.

“So,” Fanboy raises his eyebrows, “what was up with you and Y/N showing up late, together, looking like you barely slept a wink,” he smiles while hitting a ball.

“Oh, well, we had a long day,” Hangman beams, while looking over at Bob, “what's with the sad face Bobby boy?” he smirks, checking you out where you stand by the jukebox talking with Coyote.

“Hangman, stop it,” Phoenix glares at him.

“Oh, yeah, thanks again for the shirt. You know, yellow looks great on her when she’s fucked out of her mind,” he laughs.

Bob feels his heart clench while he looks over at you, he rushes out of the bar trying to get a breath of fresh air. You look over at the spot where Bob previously stood, making your way over with furrowed brows. “What did you say to him?” you question Hangman with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, just that I fucked you senseless in his shirt last night,” his smile falters a bit.

“What the fuck?” you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest, “I thought we had a connection, I thought we were friends?” you huff out.

“Y/N it was a lie, you know that. I just wanted to give him an extra push, although he didn’t respond the way I thought he would..” his voice trails off while you sigh.

“Hangman, you’re such an idiot.” you walk out of the bar with a mission to find Bob and tell him the truth. Bob had chugged a couple beers provided by one of the bartenders, he was a bit tipsy when you got to him.

“Hey, Bobby?” you kneel in front of him cupping his cheeks with your hands, “Are you alright?”. He peers at you through foggy lenses, his hands finding their way to your back and cheek.

“Is it true?,” you hum in response, speechless from the way he was staring at you. “Is it true that you slept with Hangman?” His eyes are trained on the ground.

“No, no. Nothing happened with Jake,” you kiss the tip of his nose causing him to look into your eyes, “Bob, I like you, not Seresin..” you bite your lip softly. He pulls you flush against his upper body, attacking your lips with passion. His hands find their way to your ass, he squeezes it softly while pulling you onto his lap.

“Y/N, I’ve been dreaming of this forever,” he groans into your neck as you grind your hips against his.

“Shit, Bob.. I want you,” your arms wrap around his neck as he presses soft kisses all over your neck.

“O-okay,” he stutters softly, picking you up and carrying you to his car. You scramble to get into the seat, he closes the door behind you getting into his seat, his hands shake as he tries to start the car. The whole car ride Bob kept his hand on your upper thigh, squeezing his fingers into the plush skin.

Once you get back to the base he picks you up bridal style, you kiss his neck sloppily as he tries to get into your room. He places you down gently and begins to undress you with careful hands, admiring your flushed skin as you arch up into his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs out before kissing you passionately, pushing him on his back so you can straddle his hips you start removing his clothes. He gains a certain kind of confidence having you under him, looking flustered and needy. His hands wander all over your naked body, coming to the hole that was clenching around just air, his fingers run through the folds spreading your wetness.

“Fuck,” you moan out as he rubs circles around your clit, your hands flush against his chest while he watches your pleasured expression. You reach behind you grasping his hardened dick, slowly pumping up and down, he moans softly and pulls your hips over his face.

“Y/N I want to taste you, is that okay?” you roughly bite on your cheek as you nod your head rapidly, he smiles softly. You whine quietly as he pulls your hips against his lips, he sucks your clit, using his thumbs to spread your pussy, your fingers interlock in his soft brown locks. He inserts his index finger, you moan loudly in response clenching tightly around his finger while your back arches.

His tongue flicks against your sweet spot, he pulls your hips down further, inserting a second finger. He finger fucks you keeping his gaze on your closed eyes, you can feel the familiar itch coming, your clit becoming achingly sore.

“Fuck fuck fuck Bob I’m going to cum soon,” you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as your arms begin to shake.

“Good girl, you’re so good for me,” he moves so his tongue is deep inside your hole, clenching around his tongue as his nose rubs into your clit roughly. One hand moves to your thigh rubbing circles into your skin, the other moving against your bundle of nerves to help further your orgasm.

You grasp his forearm as your entire body shakes, your orgasm overwhelming you, arching your back as loud moans spill from your chapped lips. He locks his arms around your thighs keeping your hips flush against his lips.

Bob starts to grind your hips down on his face causing you to become even more sensitive, your hands support your body by grasping onto his sides. He pulls back, setting you back on his stomach, his hand moves up to your cheek, rubbing your cheekbone gently. “My beautiful girl, you did so well for me,” he coos whilst kissing your thighs. You move between Bob’s thighs grabbing ahold of his throbbing dick, you lick a stripe from the base all the way to the tip.

He groans loudly grabbing a handful of your hair, “good girl,” he moans out, you feel yourself getting wet again at his praise. You wrap your lips around his tip swirling your tongue around the underside of it, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. His harmonious moans fill the room as you slowly start pumping his dick, choking softly when the tip pushes against your tonsils.

His hand pulls at the roots of your hair, tugging softly as you continue bobbing your head up and down, you look up at him causing him to whine a bit. He bucks his hips up into your mouth, biting down on his lip, he pulls you off his dick. Bob sets you on his stomach again, he uses one hand to wipe the saliva from your lips the other hand rests on the curve of your back.

You lean off to the side opening up your bedside tables drawer grabbing out a condom, you rip it open with your teeth and give Bob’s dick a couple pumps before sliding it on. Over the tip and down to the base, you line yourself up with the tip and slowly sink down once he bottoms out in you, your hands find his chest squeezing down.

As you begin to adjust to Bob’s size he changes the position, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he sits on his knees. You nearly burst at the new position as his tip pushes deep against your sweet spot, your nails dig into his thighs as your body arches into him.

A warm feeling spreads in your chest as he starts to move achingly slow, his thumb moves to your bundle of nerves rubbing deep and lazy circles onto it. You push your hips down trying to get more movement, he smiles, “Do you need more, my pretty girl? Should I go faster for you, hm?”. You nod your head hastily, Bob pushes his hips into you with a newfound speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills your room.

You scratch into Bob’s thighs as he presses into the deepest part of your pussy, his eyes are glued to where your bodies connect. He feels a tightness in his stomach “Shit, Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” his finger swirls around your sensitive nub with a certain roughness that wasn’t previously there.

You bite your lip, too fucked out to respond further, his warm cum spills into the condom while he moans into your neck. He continues to thrust into you becoming hard again, “Do you have another one?” he gives you a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, top drawer in the first aid box,” you watch as he ties off the end with careful fingers throwing it off to the side before slipping the new one on, he pushes his glasses up with his forefingers. He comes back to his spot between your legs, sinking back into your tightness, this time he keeps your back against the bed, your hands finding their way to his back.

Squeezing your fingers into the defined muscles on his back as he builds up to his previous pace, his thumb going back to your swollen clit pulling needy moans from your lips. Bob uses his forefingers to pinch your nipple while he sucks on the other, your body pushes into him while you wrap your legs around his waist. “You take my dick so well, pretty girl,” you’re starting to feel the familiar build up of an orgasm, you try to hold it back so you can last longer for him, but the pleasure he’s providing becomes overwhelming.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles. Your entire body becomes overly sensitive as he pushes for your orgasm, your pussy clenches against him, pulsing around him as your cum spills out. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he pulls out of you, gripping your flushed body against him. You move your hand to his dick pumping slowly while slipping the condom off, running your thumb over the slit, spreading his pre-cum around.

His eyes close while he throws his head back in pleasure, you move down wrapping your lips around his tip. Your hand wraps around the remainder of his dick while you take in as much of him as you can, “Just like that, you’re doing so well for me,” he moans out. Your tongue rubs against the underside of him, using your other hand to squeeze his balls softly.

“Good,” he moans, “Girl”, you can feel his balls tighten in your hands as his hand pulls on the roots of your hair. The salty taste of his precum on the tip of your tongue while you continue your movements, running your teeth gently on the tip causing him to buck his hips up, pushing his dick down your throat bringing tears to your eyes.

His hand rests on your waist as he pushes the back of your head down softly, biting down on his lip as he watches you suck him off, warmth spreads through his chest as he feels the sensations in his stomach bringing on his orgasm. He moans loudly as his hips spurt up to the roof of your mouth, his dick leaking cum into your throat. His body spasms roughly as he lays back, his hands move under your pillow finding his crumpled up tee.

With a sweet smile he pulls it over you while you sit on his stomach, his hands run up and down your back. “Hangman was right about one thing,” Bob says with a laugh.

“And what is that?” You snuggle against his chest running your hand over his chest delicately while you admire his beautiful appearance.

“You look good in yellow,” he runs his hand through your hair, “especially when you’re fucked out of your mind” he smiles as you blush a deep red.

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weepingfromacedartree · 5 months

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Ten Milestone: Wedding Date

Hi friends! Chapter 13 is live 💛

CW: alcohol // loss of a parent (mentioned)

“Number Nine: Being Each Other’s Wedding Date. Before walking down the aisle yourself, attending another couple’s wedding can be an extremely enlightening experience. Consider it a trial run. Can you two survive the most stressful parts of a wedding schedule? Are you comfortable showing affection so publicly? Does your partner have two left feet? These are all questions to consider before you can commit to your own special day.”

For this particular point, Penelope chooses to hold her tongue on debating whether or not this milestone is actually an important precursor to marriage. Instead, she picks at the edges of a fortune cookie and asks, “So… Half a point then?”

“No,” Colin scoffs, indignant. “We’re nine rounds in. All of which — in case you’ve failed to realise — have only succeeded in proving my point perfectly. You cannot ask to introduce half points this late in the game. It is literally built on the principle of ‘all or nothing.’”

Penelope puts the little beige cookie in her mouth. She chews it mindfully as she considers his point.

“‘Perfectly’ is a strong word.”

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Six Months Earlier: October 22nd, 2022

Relationship Status: Best Friends (Always)

꙳

Colin Bridgerton does not get enough credit for his ability to share nicely with his siblings. Especially when he would much rather keep what he wants to himself. (Or at the very least, complain about said sharing openly, loudly, and explicitly.)

Benedict and Sophie married in a little church in Mayfair approximately 35 minutes ago. Now, Colin is sitting in traffic on the way to the reception with his designated wedding date, Penelope. She’s riding shotgun. In the backseat sits Penelope’s other wedding date, Eloise.

Objectively, Colin knows he has no right to complain about the current arrangement. Eloise, who had been fresh off a breakup at the time of their brother’s proposal, had secured Penelope as her wedding date fair and square. Colin could have secured his own date at some point over the last six months. Hell — he could have come here alone tonight, just like he did at Daphne’s and Anthony’s weddings. The problem is…

Colin really wanted to come to this wedding with Penelope. Once the idea was in his head, he couldn’t let it go. So he’s compromising. And not complaining about it.

He’s allowed to complain about other facets of today’s festivities, though. Like the costume mask he’s forced to endure for the entire night.

Benedict and Sophie met three years ago at a Halloween party in Camden. She was dressed as a fairy, he, a clown. In homage to the night they met (and accounting for the couple’s shared love of theatrics), they have turned their wedding reception into a masquerade. No guests shall be allowed on premises without a mask.

Still stuck in traffic, Colin, Penelope, and Eloise debate the merits of such a decision.

“It’s tacky,” says Colin.

“I think it’s romantic,” says Penelope.

The jury’s hung on Eloise. She has been uncharacteristically quiet on the matter ever since it was first announced. Now, she is literally biting her tongue in the backseat, torn between her love for her brother and her hatred of unnecessary, frivolous things.

“Just let Benedict have his fun, Colin,” she eventually settles on. “One night in a mask won’t kill us.”

“Don’t jinx it,” he grumbles, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. When they come to a complete stop on the motorway, he turns his gaze to the left. To Penelope. She’s fidgeting with the ribbons of the mask in her lap.

On any given day, Colin finds it a difficult task to keep his eyes off of Penelope. Today, it’s verging into impossible territories.

She’s wearing a green satin dress, which shares the same colour and radiance as the emerald pendant tied around her neck. Her skirt falls just above her ankles, save for the slit that rises up past her left knee. Her neckline dips low — not so low that it’s particularly dangerous from where he currently sits, but he knows he has to be careful where his eyes land when they dance together tonight. Her hair is down and falling over her shoulders in loose red waves. Her lips are painted a perfect shade of red. Her eyes…

Her eyes are squinting at him.

“Colin?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but no words emerge. “Hmm?” is all he can manage to get out in the end.

“The traffic cleared, moron,” Eloise informs him from the backseat.

Sure enough, when he looks forward, there’s an open stretch of road ahead. There’s also a cacophony of horns blaring behind him, but he tries his best to ignore those.

Without another word, Colin hits the gas.

꙳ ꙳ ꙳

It’s an October night in London. In other words, it’s freezing outside. Colin doesn’t mind the bitter breeze, though. He needed the fresh air. And a break from wearing that stupid fucking mask.

He pulls the dinner roll he had stolen inside out of his pocket. He picks off a piece and chucks it into the pond in front of him. He watches as a family of ducks fights over the fragment. In the end, the largest one swallows it whole.

Colin throws another piece into the water.

He wishes he had a cigarette. He’s been trying to cut down lately. He stopped leaving the house with a carton in his pocket, and now only smokes late at night after especially long days. He could have stolen a cig from Eloise’s purse, but the possibility of entertaining an argument with his sister was simply not a risk he was willing to take tonight. Even lung cancer doesn’t seem as pressing of an issue.

His family is probably looking for him back inside. Or they wouldn’t notice if he slipped away entirely and ended the night right now. It can go either way in a family with as many siblings as his.

“What are you doing?”

It’s Benedict’s voice that appears from behind him, loud and annoyingly jolly. Before answering his question, Colin rips off another piece of bread and throws it into the pond.

“Feeding the ducks.”

“I can see that.” Benedict stands right next to Colin. Together, they watch as the family of ducks fight for their meal. “But seeing as I’m the groom of the wedding located just about ten metres behind you, perhaps I could convince you to return inside? You know — where the other humans happen to be.”

Colin throws more bread into the water. When he doesn’t say anything, Benedict changes his tune to something a bit less jolly.

“Why are you so glum at your favourite brother’s wedding?”

“I actually found Anthony’s wedding quite enjoyable,” Colin shoots back, a half-assed attempt at sounding cheeky. “Certainly less gimmicky than yours.”

“Don’t act like the mask in your pocket is the problem here.”

From the corner of his eye, Colin watches as Benedict raises his own mask so it sits atop his head.

“Seriously — why didn’t you let me set you up with a bridesmaid? That surely would have been more enjoyable than sulking around by yourself all night.”

A pang of annoyance hits Colin in the chest, hot and fast.

“I’m not alone, I came —”

“Yes, I know. You have your ducks. But again —”

“No, you dimwit. I came with Pen.”

“Oh!” Benedict’s eyes flash wide in the moonlight. “Well that explains a few things.”

“What are you ta—”

“Wait. I thought Penelope was Eloise’s date tonight.”

“Yes, well…” Colin kicks the ground beneath him. “We double-booked her, it seems.”

He waits patiently for Benedict to fill the air with some sarcastic remark, but he doesn’t. A longer than expected silence passes between the two brothers before either of them says a thing.

In the end, it’s Benedict who speaks.

“I always thought you and Penelope would end up together.”

Contrary to what many of his siblings seem to believe, Colin Bridgerton is not an idiot. He knows that his siblings have picked up on his feelings for Penelope over the last few years. Their little remarks, knowing glances, and unsubtle metaphors have not gone unnoticed. They’ve simply been ignored.

Colin has only been able to ignore all prior attempts at meddling because none of his siblings or their spouses have ever had the gall to state their intentions so plainly. Until now, that is.

Picking off another piece of bread, Colin keeps his eyes forward as he says, “We’re just friends.” And though his eyes remain ahead, he can practically feel his brother’s eye roll on a psychological level.

“You’ve been friends for twenty-some years. Perhaps it’s time for a promotion.”

“She’s my best friend.”

“I just married my best friend.”

Now, it’s Colin who rolls his eyes.

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

“Sophie became your best friend after you two started dating. There was no risk involved there.”

“Risk?” Benedict echos. He’s searching for clarification, but Colin doesn’t quite know how to give it. After another long silence and two pieces of discarded bread, Benedict asks again.

“I didn’t mean it like tha—”

“I’m serious, Colin. What would you be risking by telling Penelope how you really feel?”

That isn’t an easy question to answer. It wasn’t easy any of the countless times Colin asked it in his own mind. It isn’t any easier now that his brother has committed it to air.

But maybe that’s the key to finding the answer, Colin finally surmises. Not keeping it all bottled up in his own mind.

“She’s my best friend,” he says again. “She’s always been there supporting me. Pushing me forward. Convincing me that my dreams aren’t stupid or silly. And I just — I love being near her. Spending time with her. Talking to her. She’s the only person I want to talk to when I’m at my worst — and the first when I’m at my best. She’s just — She’s the only person I can say anything to and not worry how she’ll judge me for it.”

After closing his mouth, Colin goes against his gut and chances a look towards his brother. He’s squinting.

“You can tell her ‘anything?’”

“Yes.”

It isn’t until after that word leaves his lips that Colin realises the irony of it. He watches as Benedict’s stunned expression melts into a smirk. He waits for him to point out the one subject that Colin — for the life of him — cannot bring himself to discuss with Penelope. But then…

“I caught you staring at her tits back inside. You feel comfortable talking to her about that?”

“Fucking hell, Ben!”

“What?” he asks, all too innocently. “I wasn’t the one staring at her —”

“I was not staring at anything! We were just talking.”

“With your lips, maybe. Your eyes seemed otherwise engaged.”

“I wasn’t — I —”

He stops short. He takes a breath. He rethinks his approach.

“Perhaps it looked like I was staring, but that’s just because she’s so short. When she’s standing right next to me, I have to look in the direction of…”

His voice trails off. He can’t finish that sentence. Not when Benedict’s smirking at him like that.

“Oh, cut the shit Colin.”

“I’m serious! I’m tall. She’s short. It’s an occupational hazard of our friendship.”

Benedict’s laugh is loud enough to scare away the ducks. Before he can think twice about it, Colin chucks the last little bit of bread into the water.

“Okay little brother,” Benedict finally manages to say. “Think about it this way. You and I are about the same height. What would you do if I told you that, for no other reason than my stature, I cannot help but stare at Penelope Featherington’s chest on a regular basis.”

Absent of any dinner rolls, Colin balls his hands into fists at his side.

“I’d call you a dickhead,” he admits.

Once again, Benedict laughs. The ducks flee the scene for good.

“I think you would be too busy punching me to say anything at all, but at least you seem to get the point.”

“And what point is that, exactly?”

Colin’s question is genuine. Any revelations he may have been on the cusp of now feel long gone. They were superseded by the aggravation he feels for Benedict’s unending laughter.

“That you don’t see Penelope as merely a friend. Not with those wandering eyes, anyway.”

“Ben —”

“All of those reasons you listed off before… They don’t sound like reasons not to act. Quite the opposite, really.”

This time, Colin thinks before he speaks. Just as Benedict opens his mouth to say something, he commits his words to air.

“You don’t get it. Pen has always been there. I don’t know what my life would look like if I didn’t have her in it anymore. And I don’t know if I can trust myself not to screw it all up, if...”

Several seconds after Colin’s voice drifts off, both men realise he has no intention of finishing that sentence. Then, Benedict clears his throat.

“And what of Penelope’s feelings?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you think she might feel the same?”

That last word — same — rings in Colin's ears for several seconds.

It’s not as if the question never crossed his mind. It has — countless times. But like all questions surrounding the subject, it is not an easy one to answer. (Or even ask himself.)

Penelope’s feelings for him could go beyond that of friendship. Those feelings could have existed ten years ago, then been chipped away slowly with every stupid, careless decision he’s made in all that time. She could have never loved him. She could love him still.

But god — even if she does love him, could her feelings really be the same as his? Does she love him in a way that breaks her? Is her desire for him coupled with the knowledge that no other person on this earth will ever compare? Does she want his everything, always? Does she deem their friendship sacred? Does she fear it might not be enough anymore?

Can two people feel all that and manage to keep it hidden from one another? That’s not an easy question for Colin to answer, but he has a hard time believing the answer could ever be “Yes.”

“I don’t know,” Colin says out loud.

“You ‘don’t know?’”

“I —”

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“No,” Colin answers. It was by far the easiest answer of the night.

“Too bad. I think that you and Penelope are both too close to the situation to see it clearly. I think you have blindspots for one another — ones that won’t be eliminated until you choose to do something about them.”

Benedict takes a breath. He sounds like he’s leading up to something very big. In reality, he’s leading up to something very simple.

“If you really want to know how she feels about you, just ask.”

Benedict goes on to say something along the lines of “You’re both writers, for fuck’s sake. Learn how to use your words!” but Colin doesn’t really hear it. He’s focusing on something else.

If you really want to know…

But Colin does not want to know. Or maybe it’s just that he fears knowing. That fact has been true for years, but he has never fully accepted it until now; the realisation hits him hard, squarely in the chest.

If the answer is no, it would kill him. If the answer is yes, he would find a million ways to fuck up that miracle.

The not knowing is what makes this all bearable. Having her in his life, but only as a friend. Talking to her about anything and everything, except for that one thing. Seeing the risk and calculating its cost and holding it in both his hands and not taking it. Never taking it.

Colin takes a step away from his brother, then turns so he can address him head on.

“You know, you have a bad habit of over-simplifying complex issues.”

“No. You have a habit of over-complicating simple issues.”

“What about this situation is simple?” Colin asks, feeling his annoyance and indignation building with every second.

“Tell her the truth and find out for yourself.”

Benedict waits for another snippy reply from Colin. When it doesn’t come, he simply sighs.

“I’m going to tell you this because no one else has the heart to. And because it’s my wedding night and mum will murder you if I have a black eye in any of the family photos.”

Taking one final step towards his little brother, Benedict claps a hand over Colin’s shoulder. He leans in close to deliver this all-important message.

“You need to get out of your own way.”

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When Colin eventually finds his way indoors again, he spots Penelope right away. She’s by the bar with Eloise, a flute of champagne in hand.

When he approaches, neither woman seems to notice him at first. Eloise is ranting about some awful blind date Daphne set her up on while Penelope giggles so hard that she starts to hiccup. Suffice it to say, neither woman seems particularly sober.

“Eloise,” he finally manages to cut in. “Can I steal Pen away for a moment?”

His sister’s mouth falls open in disgust. “I don’t know — I don’t own her! Why would you ask me that when —”

“It’s alright, El,” Penelope insists, still giggling. She latches her hand onto Colin’s elbow and leads him away from the bar. When Eloise is just out of earshot, she looks up with a giddy smile and whispers, “She gets quite belligerent after a few drinks, doesn’t she?”

“As opposed to her usual even-tempered, well-mannered self?”

“Oh, stop,” she chastises him, still giggling. They take a few more aimless steps before Penelope seems to realise that he had approached her for a specific reason. She looks up and says, “Sorry — was there something you wanted to ask me?”

Colin feels a low level of panic shoot up and down his body (especially on the points where her body brushes against his). He still hasn’t decided on the answer to that particular question, so he delays the inevitable and poses a new one.

“Care for a dance?” He nods his head to the middle of the room where the other couples sway together. “As one of your designated pity dates this evening, I’m entitled to one of those, right?”

“It’s not a pity date. We’re just —” She sighs and shakes her head lightly, abandoning that sentence quickly. Her smile returns when she says, “Yes, of course. Let’s dance.”

When they step onto the dance floor, the band is playing a relatively upbeat song. But as soon as she folds her hand into his, one song bleeds into another and the tempo drops significantly. When the singer starts the first verse, Colin vaguely recognizes it as a love song.

He chooses not to turn his head and investigate which of his siblings was behind the sudden change. He doesn’t really care. Not with Penelope so close. Not with her looking up at him through that silly, perfect green mask.

“So…” she murmurs, swaying slowly to the music. “Are you giving a speech tonight?”

“Um, no. If every sibling gave a speech, we’d be holding the rest of the guests here hostage for hours. So we take turns.”

“Turns?” she echoes, eyebrows adorably raised. Colin can’t help but chuckle softly.

“Yeah. I gave a speech at Daphne’s wedding. Benedict gave one at Anthony’s wedding. Tonight, it’s Ant’s turn.”

“So by that logic, is Daphne set to give a speech at your wedding?”

Hearing the words “your wedding” fall from her lips sends another wave of panic across his body. With Penelope so close, it sort of hits him all over.

“Huh?” he breathes out before he can stop himself.

“Oh, you know…” Penelope blushes lightly as she smiles. “Anthony and Benedict are giving speeches at each other’s weddings. You gave one at Daphne’s, so…”

Once the panic starts to fade, Colin considers making a joke about Eloise reserving that right years ago. That she could not pass up the opportunity to freely roast him among an audience of their peers. In the end, though, he holds his tongue. He ends the discussion entirely by muttering something noncommittal beneath his breath. Having Penelope so close to him, hands intertwined and body pressed against his…

His future wedding is far too dangerous a topic to discuss right now. Instead, he goes back to complaining about the wedding they are currently attending together as friends.

“I love my brother, but this —” He uses his eyes alone to gesture to his mask. “— may be a tipping point for our relationship. I mean — why add an obstacle to drinking and eating? Those are literally the two best parts of attending these sorts of events.”

He had meant it as a joke (mostly), but Penelope doesn’t giggle like he expected her to. Instead, she juts her lower lip out in a gentle pout.

“You’re so grumpy tonight.”

“No. I’m —” he starts, but stops just as quickly. He can’t bring himself to finish such a patently untrue sentence. Instead, he simply mutters “Sorry” and hopes that will be the end of this conversation.

“You don’t have to apologise. I’m just surprised. Eloise is usually the one so fundamentally unhappy at weddings. I thought —”

She giggles suddenly, overcome by a humour that Colin cannot see from where he stands now.

“I always thought you were a fan of weddings. Tonight, I keep waiting for you to lean in and say —” She drops her voice about an octave to deliver: “‘You wanna get out of here and watch When Harry Met Sally?’”

The laugh that falls from his lips catches him off guard. For a moment, he forgets why he was in such a bad mood to begin with.

“Now that you mention it, that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, Pen.”

“Why are you so grumpy tonight?” she presses further, clearly unphased by his sudden display of levity. She’s still smiling up at him, a light pink flush across her cheeks, barely obscured by the green lace mask pulled across her eyes.

Colin considers her question.

Stupid masks. Stupid siblings. Eloise. Benedict. You — kind of. Myself — definitely.

“These stupid masks,” is all he ends up saying.

“I take it that you have yet to come around on the theatrics?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I suppose there’s still time left in the night for you to lighten up. Perhaps make some happy memories of your brother’s wedding.”

Colin doesn’t respond to that. He suddenly feels very focused on an errant curl that has fallen over the edge of her mask. He thinks about pushing it back, but doesn’t in the end. That would mean taking his hands off of her, and he can’t fathom doing such a thing for even a second.

The two of them are so close, still following the routine of the downtrodden melody. Their arms hang around each other. Their steps are in sync. Her chest is pressed against his abdomen and her eyes are on his. The only barrier between them consists of a few fragments of clothing.

Colin and Penelope are so close, and yet they exist on two entirely separate planes of existence.

To Colin, this moment is everything. It’s perfect. It’s overwhelming. It’s twenty years in the making. Maybe it’s the scotch. Maybe it’s that look in her eye or the curl of her perfect lips. Maybe it’s because he heard his own bollocks uttered aloud for the first time. Whatever the reason, for the first time that he can recall, Colin feels prepared to take the biggest risk of his life.

To Penelope, this interaction means very little. To Penelope, this is their relationship. Laughing. Touching. Teasing. Flirting. Dancing around in circles. Always on the cusp of something more, but never quite crossing that threshold. After a lifetime on that precipice, she has lost all hope of their friendship ever turning into something more. She doesn’t have to remind herself by repeating silly words or digging up painful memories, she simply knows. It’s ingrained in her now.

She tried to abandon her love for Colin at 16. Then 19. Then 23. Then…

It doesn’t matter. By the ripe age of 27, Penelope has finally accepted that her love for Colin will forever remain unrequited — but also, that it will forever remain. And she’ll remain on this precipice forever, if it means having him in her life forevermore.

Though the distance between their bodies may be slowly dwindling, the rift between them is as distinct as it ever has been. Tonight, Colin decided he and Penelope are ready for the next stage of their lives together. All day, Penelope wondered how many more Bridgerton weddings she’ll have to attend before she inevitably watches another woman walk down the aisle and marry the man she has loved her entire life.

Right now, Colin feels an invisible force pulling him towards Penelope, begging their lips to meet in the middle. Right now, Penelope feels perfectly natural maintaining the limited distance between them.

When Colin moves his head an inch forward, Penelope moves hers an inch back. To her, the movement barely registers — it’s just another unconscious step in a routine they perfected years ago. To him, it’s the answer to the question that he didn’t want to know the answer to.

It’s the answer that kills him.

“Hey, Colin,” Penelope whispers, breaking their shared silence. Her words are barely audible above the band playing in the background, but Colin can hear her just fine. Her lips are still close enough for him to smell the champagne that lingers on her breath.

Then, Penelope does the unthinkable. She breaks a rule.

Removing her hand from his grasp, she lifts her mask so it sits on her hairline. Her face, happy and blushing, is fully in his view again.

“You know it’s me, Penelope, right?” She giggles, and it causes her nose to crinkle. “You know — under the mask and all?”

“Yes, Pen,” Colin whispers, trying his hardest not to let the crushing of his heart carry through to his voice. After removing his hand from around her waist, he reaches up and pulls her mask down again — if nothing else, just to obscure that adorable crinkle of her nose. “You almost had me fooled, though.”

He’s not sure if it’s good luck or absolutely terrible luck, but the band suddenly halts its tune to announce it’s time for the first dance between the bride and groom. Either way, Colin uses it as an excuse to step away from Penelope completely.

Without another word, he’s gone. Penelope blinks and suddenly she’s alone, head spinning on the edge of a vacating dance floor.

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Three glasses of wine was too much, Penelope realises — perhaps too far into the night to do anything to help her state of mind.

Like she so often does on nights like these, Penelope has found herself in a shadowed corner. She’s leaning with her back against a massive white column. She’s mindlessly scrolling on her phone with one hand and nibbling on a dinner roll with the other. (Unfortunately, even the carbs aren’t helping much with her befuddled state.) She’s trying not to think about Colin or the strange, sudden absence of him following their dance. She’s going unnoticed by the other wedding attendees — or so she thinks.

“Ahem.”

Instantly, Penelope’s head shoots up and to the side. Her eyes land on someone who had escaped her notice up until this point tonight (meaning she almost certainly turned up here “fashionably late”).

Her boss. Her mentor. The absolute last person she wants to see with her head this dizzy.

“Good evening, Danbury,” Penelope says with a put on smile.

The older lady traipses forward, dragging her cane across the marble floor beneath her. She’s wearing a burgundy mask fitted with what appears to be actual rubies — an accessory Penelope would guess is worth more than two months of her rent.

“Enjoying the festivities, Penelope?”

“Of course,” she answers in an unconvincing tone. Danbury scowls at her statement, then laughs at it.

“Perhaps there is some fun to be had away from the shadows.”

Penelope flicks her eyes to a better lit area of the room. Simply looking at the movement of the dance floor threatens to stir up all the alcohol currently sitting in her stomach.

Sighing, Penelope turns back to the woman standing beside her. “Perhaps,” is all she says to her.

Danbury regards her for a seemingly long time before uttering another word. The weight of her gaze is heavy. Heavier than usual.

“Don’t count yourself out of the party just yet, Penelope.”

Before Penelope can fully register the words, Danbury turns on her heel. Then, just as quickly, she turns back.

“Oh. Before I forget — I wanted to check on the state of those notes you owe me.” She laughs at a higher pitch than Penelope believes she’s ever heard come from the woman’s mouth. “Don’t tell me you forgot about them.”

Wide-eyed, Penelope briefly glances around the room. She’s shocked Danbury would bring up work now. They’re at a wedding, for god’s sake. A crowded one.

“I never do. I’ll have them on your desk Monday morning.”

Satisfied, Danbury departs. Once alone, Penelope’s mind cannot help but return to him. She doesn’t know where he is. She can’t spot him from her current position — but maybe that’s for the best. Thinking about Colin Bridgerton has never made her head less dizzy.

After swallowing the last of her bread, she sighs and rethinks her strategy for returning to a (relatively) sober state. She needs something to focus on. Anything other than the alcohol sitting in her stomach and the man eternally on her mind.

Like she so often does on nights like this, Penelope falls back on an old habit to help center her mind.

(Eavesdropping.)

At a dinner table on the edge of the ballroom, Kate tells Edwina that it’s a miracle she managed to make it here tonight. Little Edmund is due on Monday.

By the door closest to the back garden, Hyacinth informs Francesca of her plot to prank Gregory by the end of the night. Frogs seem to be involved, somehow. Francesca looks like she would very much not like to be involved.

At the bar, Gregory approaches a bridesmaid with a smirk Penelope has seen on his older brothers’ faces a million times before. The girl is Sophie’s step-sister, if she recalls correctly. Judging from the look on her mask-clad face, Greg’s opening line is not an especially effective one.

By the entrance to the front hall, Amy Trowbridge slips what appears to be a hotel room key into the pocket of a young man. Though he may be wearing a mask, that does not hide the fact that he is decidedly not her Mr. Trowbridge.

When Penelope finishes her third lap around the room, she finds that her footsteps are steadier than they have been all night. (A truly impressive feat, accounting for how much time she has spent in those heels.) Though it defies logic, she finds that her strategy actually worked. She feels better. She feels fit to return to the festivities.

But just as Penelope decides to step out of the shadows, she hears something just peculiar and intriguing enough to keep her hidden there another moment.

Out of her view on the other side of a massive white column, Benedict and Anthony are discussing something. Penelope didn’t catch the beginning of it, but now she can clearly make out Anthony saying, “I’ll handle it. Like I always do.” He doesn’t sound annoyed or angry.

He sounds cocky.

Penelope waits several seconds with baited breath. She expects Benedict to make a joke. She prays either man will give an ounce of context as to what it is they’re discussing. But nothing comes.

After several more seconds, she peaks one eye around the column and finds…

Even more nothing. The brothers have disappeared into the crowd.

Begrudgingly, she accepts that she’ll never learn the truth behind Anthony’s cryptic words. In defeat, she walks towards the table where Eloise now sits with the Sharma sisters. She picks up two pieces of bread en route, for good measure.

“Enjoying the festivities, El?” Penelope asks, handing her best friend a piece of bread as she takes the seat beside her. From the outside, Eloise doesn’t appear any happier or more sober than Penelope had when Danbury had asked her the same.

“Yep,” she mumbles half-heartedly, not looking up from her phone. When Penelope leans in to see what has taken Eloise’s attention away from the festivities, she’s shocked by what she finds. She laughs.

“I think you may be the first person in existence to ever get drunk and read The Bell Jar at their brother’s wedding reception.”

“What can I say? I’m an enigma.” Eloise snorts, then places her phone face down on the table. “Also, you disappeared and I couldn’t find anyone to entertain a halfway decent conversation with.”

“I didn’t disappear,” she mutters, suddenly defensive. “I was with Colin.”

As soon as his name leaves her lips, Penelope’s eyes gaze over the ballroom. Still, she comes up empty. And her heart sinks.

Due to his sour mood all night and the abrupt manner in which he left her on the dance floor, she cannot help but wonder if Colin left early. It’s not the sort of thing he would usually do, but he hasn’t exactly been acting like himself tonight.

“El, have you seen —” she starts, but a noise at the center of the room redirects her attention.

Anthony has made a reappearance in the middle of the dance floor. He has a microphone in hand, but is currently only using it to herd drunken dancers back into their seats. He isn’t wearing his mask anymore, and — Penelope suddenly realises — neither is Eloise. In fact, at least half of the room (including the bride and groom) are maskless. Suddenly feeling self-conscious under the weight of her green lace, Penelope discards of hers as well.

Edwina moves to the spot beside Penelope as the table fills out with other Bridgerton and Bridgerton-adjacents. Not Colin, though. Penelope still has no clue where he is. Or if he’s here at all.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Anthony announces into his microphone. “If I could have your attention, I believe it is just about time to toast the bride and groom.”

As the guests sit and the room settles into silence, he takes one final breath before launching into his speech. In that time, Penelope spots something out of the corner of her eye.

Colin.

He’s taking his seat at a table on the opposite side of the room. His mask is gone. He has a drink in his hand. His gaze is far off and not looking remotely in her direction. Penelope only tears her eyes away from him when Anthony clears his throat directly into the microphone.

“As everyone in this room is so keenly aware, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the union of Sophie and Benedict. As I’m sure you all can guess, as best man, it is my duty to take up the next several minutes of your time babbling on and on about my dear brother and what a lucky bastard he is to call someone as wonderful as Sophie his wife. But before I carry out such a duty, I would be remiss not to first mention another very important family member of ours.”

Anthony pauses before jumping into the next part of the speech. His eyes seem to scan over the audience intently — almost like he’s looking for someone.

“To most in this room, I’m sure it is not a surprise to hear that Benedict and I lost our father when we were both teenagers. And while he may not be here tonight to celebrate with the rest of us, in many ways, it still feels as though he is here. I suppose that’s one benefit of having so many bloody children. Willingly or not, they tend to carry you around long after you go.

“Every day — but especially on days as important as this — I can still see my father in pieces. I see him in each of my siblings. In Daphne’s eyes and Hyacinth’s smile. In Gregory’s blind optimism and the way in which Benedict sneezes (always in bursts of twenty). Or — perhaps most astutely — in the words and phrases that have seemed to pass from one generation to the next.”

Anthony takes another pause. This time, he briefly looks to the ground before continuing.

“I’m sure that any of my siblings could attest that, while it may be easy to imagine him here with us tonight, it was an impossible task when he first passed. At the time, I remember being consumed by questions more than anything else. Questions that never occurred to me to ask while he was alive, but seemed so important once he was gone. What were his dreams when he was my age? What made him excited about becoming a lawyer? What on earth possessed him to have eight bloody children?”

At this, the other members of the table laugh in hushed tones and gentle smiles. Penelope doesn’t. She doesn’t have the breath in her. Something about Anthony’s speech has her on the edge of her seat.

“Over the past two decades, I have typically turned to our mother for such questions. And while she has always done her best in answering them, there was always a bittersweet understanding that I would never hear the answers in my father’s own words. In most cases, at least.

“A few years ago, when I was getting ready for my own wedding with my own wonderful wife, I couldn’t stop thinking about how my father must have felt when he was getting ready for his wedding with his wonderful wife. More than anything else, I wanted to know how he knew that mum was the one. How he knew their love was the type to hold onto forever. So I asked my mum those questions, and when she answered, I realised that I had already heard the answer before. I had heard it in my father’s own words, probably a thousand times throughout the time I had with him.”

Penelope leans forward in her seat, anxiously awaiting Anthony’s next words. But before they come, a smirk crosses his lips.

“Actually… I believe a bit of context is needed here. You see — my parents knew each other long before they eventually married. They grew up together, and like most people who do so, they spent much of those early years in and out of each other’s lives. They went to different schools. They had arguments. They lost touch. But through it all, there was always an understanding between them. That if and when they lost each other’s company, they would always be there for each other to come back to.

“‘The door was always open.’ That’s what my mum said to me then. That’s what my father had said to her at least a thousand times throughout their lives together. Not that she needed reminding once they were married and shared a hoard of children. But still, he said it. Repeatedly. Assuredly.”

Penelope’s eyes could be playing tricks on her, but it seems like Anthony’s gaze settles on her and her alone as he delivers the next few lines of his speech.

“‘The door is always open.’ That was how he told her that he loved her. And that he always would.”

The speech continues on. Anthony talks about the bride and groom and describes in great detail just how much of a lucky bastard Benedict is. Penelope doesn’t hear any of this, though; her ears are ringing loud enough to drown out the rest of the world, let alone this ballroom.

The door is always open.

How many times has Colin said that to her? A thousand? A hundred? A dozen? She can’t even begin to imagine a number, but the instances are coming back to her loudly and out of order.

The door is always open.

I know.

In truth, she had never thought much of the phrase before. In the back of her mind, she just assumed it was an artefact from their childhood. Something Colin said once, then said again enough times for it to become a thing. A phrase you use because you’ve always used it, not because —

Just so you know, the door is always open. Always.

I know.

Words don’t mean anything until you assign meaning to them. Just because their father meant it in one way doesn’t mean Colin means it in the same. Just because Anthony said… that does not mean Colin —

The door is always —

I know, Colin. I know.

She never knew —

I hope you know that the door is always open.

I know. Trust me.

He doesn’t —

The door is —

Ears still ringing, Penelope sucks in a shallow breath of air and turns her head to the side. To the point where she last saw Colin, what now feels like a million years ago.

He’s looking right at her. Mask off, scotch to the side, an unreadable look on his face.

The weight of his gaze is heavy, but Penelope can’t bring herself to turn away. As the seconds — perhaps even minutes — tick by, she feels herself growing self-conscious. She can’t help but wonder what her face looks like to him. What emotion he sees made up in it. Whatever it is — she imagines that, like him, she is rather hard to read right now. She can’t think of a single word to describe how she feels inside, let alone what is slipping through her cracks and cast into the light.

She keeps waiting for him to look away. To glance to Anthony or his phone or anything else in the room besides her. But no. In the end, it’s Penelope who shatters the stalemate.

She doesn’t do it on purpose. It’s just that her body is on edge and quick to react when the entire room erupts in applause. Within a matter of seconds, Penelope’s eyes dart from Anthony, to Edwina, to Eloise, then back to —

Colin is gone. The seat he was taking residence in just a moment ago is empty. His mask and scotch are still there, but Colin is gone.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

“That was so romantic,” Edwina mutters tearfully, using a napkin to dab gracefully at her eye.

“It was utter bollocks,” Eloise says defensively — quietly. She raises a single finger to her eye and attempts to wipe away a tear without notice. Penelope, who is usually in the habit of noticing such covert details, does not notice.

Her eyes are stuck on that blasted empty seat.

Where the fuck did he go?

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“That was a nice wedding,” Penelope contends. The memory of it draws a smile to her lips. A mere week ago, a different emotion — something far heavier and dread-inducing — would have accompanied her recollection of that night in October. But not tonight. Tonight, she feels light.

“It was tacky,” Colin still insists. “I am banning any gimmicks from our wedding.”

Penelope laughs. She can’t help it.

“What if I want our ceremony to be nautical-themed?”

“Oh, well then…”

Colin leans forward and places a sloppy kiss across her cheek. He places a few more as he continues, “You can have any gimmick you like at our wedding, as long as we’re getting ma—”

“Slow down!” Penelope insists, barely able to keep a straight face as she extricates herself from his grasp. “We still have one milestone left. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Smile persisting, Colin picks up his phone again.

“Fine, Featherington. Let’s see what’s last on our list.”

#bridgerton #fanfiction #polin #weepingfromacedartree #fanfic #ao3 #ten milestones #penelope featherington #penelope x colin #colin bridgerton

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linesfromzaun · 2 years

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A Welcome Home (Dad! Silco x Mom!Reader x Baby!Jinx)

Rating: G

Tags: domestic fluff, baby jinx, cuddling, soft silco, Silco is hopelessly in love, jinx is daddy’s girl

A/N: oh god it’s been….what months? I finally had a moment of wanting to write and I’m so glad it’s another dad Silco fic. So here’s this❤️

Silco entered the shared floor that you both called home. The familiarity of the space calmed him, shoulders easing their tension, the hard lines of his face softening. Silco finally feels like himself, the persona he puts on: left behind the door.

Hearing your giggles mixed with some new babbles causes his heart to flutter, and he instantly walks towards the sounds.

If there was anything that could melt Silco’s heart: it was the view in front of him. Jinx was in her (as you claim) favorite shark PJ’s, her little whisps of blue hair matching the fabric, and you: pink cheeked and giggling. Jinx’s sapphire eyes look to you as she babbles loudly with a small smile on her face.

Silco joins you by crouching next to you on the carpeted flooring, and Jinx’s eyes meet his. Silco’s lips involuntarily lift upwards as she gazes at him.

Jinx has him wrapped around her finger, the things he would do to keep her happy and safe.

Jinx begins to babble while looking at him, and he huffs out a laugh. His hand reaches for her tiny one, and she grasps it with a tight grip, his thumb now being held prisoner. “C’mon Sil, don’t be rude, she asked a question!” You playfully jab at him, and a ghost of teeth shows through his smile.

“I apologize, little one, what was your question?” Jinx babbles once again, and you act as her translator.

“She’s asking how your day was.” Silco gives another chuckle and kisses both of your foreheads,

“Details such as those are unimportant, I do see, however, that our child has found a voice.” Silco’s inquiry is met with some more gurgling and you giggle once more.

“We’re feeling social today.” Silco hums in amusement as the babe in your arms coos. “She says that we missed you, we didn’t get to say good morning to you.” Silco offers out his arms and you gently rest the baby in his embrace. Silco carefully cradles her to his chest, and he kisses her crown once more.

“I sincerely apologize my little dove, Daddy had rather important issues to attend to. I am sure I can make it up to my girls tonight.” You smile as he presses a kiss to your lips, earning a soft hun from him. You rest your head on his shoulder and bring an arm around his back.

“I missed you so much,” it’s practically a whisper, and his forehead meets yours. The child now silent in his arms.

“I truly am sorry for leaving before you had awoken. If it weren’t as important, I would have stayed.” You feel a kiss pressed to your forehead once again, and his cheek rests on your crown.

“It’s okay, I just don’t like waking up alone.” Your arm tightens around his back as Silco’s heart drops, guilt eating at his stomach.

“I understand my dearest, it will not be a habit.” You nod and look to Jinx, who was asleep in Silco’s arms.

“She’s coming out of her little shell, but I think she’ll forever be a Daddy’s girl.” Silco huffs out a deep laugh and turns to you fully, eyes overflowing with love. You watch as he freezes, almost like he’s caught in pink headlights.

“What?” You laugh at his ridiculous expression, and he softly smiles.

“Nothing….you’re so beautiful.” You roll your eyes and he tilts his head.

“Silco I’m a mess, I haven’t gotten out of my sleep clothes and didn’t do my hair.” You look back to him, and he still has the same amount of adoration in his eyes.

“You’re still perfect to me.” Your heart stops at this man’s soft words. You lean into him once more, and he look down at a softly snoring Jinx. “Shall I put her in the crib for you?” You nod and watch as he rises to his feet, a few clicks coming from his knees. He slowly walks into the bedroom to lie her down gently.

Leaving the door open a crack, he returns to you and helps you stand. Your hands rest in his as he directs you to the sofa, he lies on his back, pulling you down to his chest and you sigh. You both share this moment of loving silence, savoring the contact between you both with no interruptions. You shift in his arms to press yourself against him more, and he peppers a kiss to your hair.

“Just rest, my love.”

#silco #arcane silco #silco my beloved #silco x reader #silco fanfic #silco x female reader #silco x y/n #silco one shot #jinx arcane #baby jinx #jinx my baby

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charmsandtealeaves · 2 years

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@jilytoberfest | 31 prompts | Prompt 1

Prompt: "Smile!"

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Summary: Lily is struggling to make connections at one of Slughorn's networking parties. James lends a helping hand, or well, arm.

Words: 2,604

Photo by abbs johnson on Unsplash

Smile

Lily usually despised Professor Slughorn's parties. She wasn’t dumb, she knew they were all treated like little trophies he collected despite having little-if-anything to do with their successes at Hogwarts, hoping they’d be of some use to him at a later point in life. But she’d also be lying to herself if she said she didn’t need his contacts in the wizarding world for next year given current events. Post graduation it was a lot about who you know rather than what you know given the state of the newly erupted blood war. So here she was all dolled up in her best emerald floor length dress and waltzing around the room trying to weedle into any conversations as she could. The tension in the room was palpable. There had been another attack on a muggle village by the ‘death eaters’ today. The divide between the muggle world and wizarding world was growing stronger and wider, leaving Lily dangling over the edge due to her blood status. Though she couldn’t exactly choose to go back to the muggle world at this point, she didn't have the appropriate education for that. She was a witch. She was a witch. A muggle-born witch.

More often than not she was excluded by the rest of the room. The panic was starting to rise in the back of her throat and she kept having to wipe her sweaty hands on her dress, in fear someone might actually wish to grasp it in a pleasant handshake eventually.

“Smile!” Hissed a voice in her ear. Cool and indignant.

Lily turned to face Severus Snape. He towered over her in his dark dress robes, they appeared to be new. Perhaps one of his friends had leant them to him, she knew he certainly didn;t have enough money for a pair of shiny new robes like that.

“Excuse me?” She scoffed.

“You ought to try smiling. You’re prettier when you smile. It’s more welcoming.” He sneered as he glided away from her towards where a group of fellow Slytherins had congregated.

She was seething at his words. Lily delved into her pocket to reach for her wand. Maybe a stinging jinx would make Snape smile. However, before she could pull her wand from her pocket a gentle hand wrapped around her wrist and held it in her pocket. She tried to pull her hand away but her adversary held firm.

“Not here.” James Potter spoke firmly, meeting her eye before he released her wrist. “Hex him to your heart's content later Evans, but the last thing you want to appear as in this room is unprovoked and unhinged.”

As much as Lily hated to agree with him, he had a point. Much like Snape, he too was dressed in a pair of dark dress robes. They were nice, clean and well pressed but didn’t look as new as Snape’s had. She supposed he actually had more occasions to actually wear dress robes and wore them frequently when not at school. It was the first time she’d seen him dress so smart and dare she think it, handsome.

“What’re you doing here Potter?” She asked.

“I was invited.” James shrugged.

“Why?” The question sounded more callous than it should have, she knew.

James Potter had every reason to be invited by Slughorn. He got good grades across all his classes, he especially excelled at transfiguration, he was head boy and also captained the Gryffindor quidditch team, he was a superb flyer and most importantly of all… he was a pureblood.

“I imagine it’s something to do with my father,” James answered.

His response shook her a little, his father? The confusion must have shown on her face because he chuckled lightly at her.

“You honestly don’t have a clue who my father is, do you Evans?” he said, as if her lack of knowledge on the subject was somehow refreshing to him.

“Someone important in the ministry I presume” Lily retorted defensively.

“Wrong. He’s a potioneer. Quite a famous one. Retired actually.” James said even more bemused by Lily’s frustrated face flush.

“Well I’ve never heard of him. What’s he famous for?” She queried.

“Sleakeazy’s. He invented it, marketed it, then sold the company.” James shrugged again, bringing a champagne flute to his lips smirking.

“Fuck off” Lily replied incredulously. James nearly spat out his drink as he guffawed.

“I promise you it’s true. Fleamont Potter. Slughorn’s been trying to get me in one of his soirées since first year.” James admitted pulling Lily closer toward him by her elbow as a waiter moved behind her, precariously balancing a tray of mini quiches. “I’m just making sure Sluggy sees me before I slip out of here. Maybe this way he’ll stop his pestering.”

“Well at this rate I’m going to be stood here all night hoping someone bloody notices me.” Lily replied frustratedly, she yanked the unfinished champagne from James hand and skulled it quickly.

James smiled and took the empty glass back from her. He motioned to the waitress carrying around champagne. The witch approached and bowed politely offering her tray, James placed his empty glass on it and took two more before she whisked away again. He handed the second glass to Lily who looked like she needed it.

“I recommend going up to people if you want to network,” He suggested.

“Tried that. I’m an unknown, not exactly favourable here.” She scoffed while sipping on her drink. “Pretty pointless at this point to be honest. I’d be better off slipping out of here with you.”

“As delightful an idea as that sounds to me, Evans. I imagine it’s not your preferred end to the evening. Would you like me to introduce you? Break the ice as it were.” James offered.

“Would you?”

“Absolutely. So long as afterward you help me discreetly take off with a plate of those little sandwich things afterward. They were quite delicious and I missed dinner.” He replied, he gaze following the waiter walking around with a small platter of said sandwiches.

“Alright then. Deal” Lily agreed.

James held out an arm for her to take his elbow with her free hand. Lily did so and he promenaded her to the closest group of ministry wizards. Each of the men seemed pleased to lay eyes on James and curiously looked his company up and down.

“Gentleman. James Potter, and this beauty is my companion and head girl, Lily Evans” James greeted with a gentle nod of the head, which the men returned.

“Good to see you boy. I hear rumblings Gryffindor might actually take out the quidditch cup this year. The wasps have been scouting this year you know” Said one Wizard with a twirly moustache, who James clearly recognised but Lily hadn’t the foggiest who he was.

“Well I would assume as Minister for Game and Sport you’d know all about it Sir. But I have to say I don’t think I’ll be joining the Wasps. Puddlemere will always have my heart” James replied, subtly queuing Lily into the strangers identity.

“Any team would be lucky to have you,” Lily added gratefully.

“Looking for a career on the pitch then lad?” Asked another wizard, as three other ministry witches joined their fray.

“I think it’s every young lad’s dream to have a career on the pitch, but given the current climate I do wonder if it’s the best use of my skills. I’d consider it of course but right now I’m leaning more towards the auror office or perhaps curse breaking. Doesn’t hurt to have the N.E.W.Ts” James responded calmly which had the rest of the group nod in agreement.

“And what of you Miss…” One of the witches started, realising she didn’t know Lily’s name.

“Evans. I’ve recently sent my letter of inquiry to the St Mungos healing program, but Professor Slughorn has also written me a letter of reference for the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. I’d quite like to be able to continue with experimental potion research.” The words left strange on Lily’s tongue, she wasn’t used to trying to big herself up to complete strangers.

“Can’t say I’m familiar with any Evans” Said an older witch.

“That may be because I’m muggleborn” Lily suggested, knowing she was potentially about to open a can of worms.

“Ah I see. Perhaps a career in the muggle liaison office would be wise.” suggested a gruff sounding wizard with a long beard. His tone was obvious, he didn’t approve of Lily Evans the muggleborn whatsoever.

“Personally I find the mere suggestion abhorrent Mr Dagworth. The muggle liaison office requires an O.W.L in muggle studies and nothing more. I know for a fact that Lily here achieved several Outstandings in her O.W.Ls and has even been taking advanced courses this year with ease. I’d much rather see her push the wizarding world into the future wouldn’t you?” James said sternly, grabbing Lily’s hip and pulling her into the crook of his arm.

The way he said it was so commanding and his eyes remained locked on the wizard, Dagworth, who had been so rude. Dagworth looked flustered and averted his gaze from James, seeing that no one was about to step up to his defence.

“If you’ll excuse us ladies and gents, there were a few others we said we would lend our ears to this evening.” James nodded politely and steered Lily away towards another group on the other side of the room.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Lily said in a hushed voice. Turning to see the group they had left had closed rank and were muttering quietly amongst themselves. “You’ll ostracise yourself. People talk.”

“Let them.” James said calmly, “My family have never made it a secret we have no issues with blood purity or muggles. If I get a job somewhere it’ll be on my own merit and the likes of that lot will know to steer well clear of me.”

With James at her side it was a lot easier for Lily to infiltrate the room that it had been before, even if all he did was stand there and let her talk. She managed to speak with a wizard from a research team based out of Germany who sounded like they were making some promising potions, a medi witch from st mungos, a recruiter for the department of magical law enforcement, another for the department of misuse of magic. As well as a most mysterious wizard who couldn’t say what exactly he did for a job in the ministry but said he would certainly keep the pair of them in mind.

“I think I owe you that sandwich platter now” Lily sighed with relief as the room started to thin out with guests departing.

“Nah sod that, they’ve all started to congregate. Much too difficult to sneak one without my cloak. We can just go to the kitchens direct, I’m sure the elves won’t mind.” James shook his head as they moved toward the door back to the inner workings of the castle.

“You know how to get into the kitchens?” Lily asked.

“Quite a few of my detentions have been served in the kitchens.” James admitted, “The elves quite like me.”

“Why does that fact not surprise me.” Lily rolled her eyes as she walked in step with him down the corridor.

“I’ll have you know I’m full of surprises Evans” James winked.

“Like your secret invisibility cloak?”

“How the bloody hell do you know about that?” He asked.

“You literally just said we couldn’t steal a plate of food without your cloak” Lily laughed.

“Oh true I did, didn't I?” James shook his head “Clearly I’m not getting enough sleep.”

“That might have something to do with gallivanting around with a werewolf last night”

“Okay hang on…” James started.

“I know about Remus, I’ve shared prefect patrol with him. I’ve seen him in the hospital wing. Not to mention how many times Snape has tried preaching at me. Also… the lot of you took a vow of silence for a month in fifth year… you seriously didn’t think I couldn’t put two and two together and work out you were all trying to become animagi?” Lily raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay you got me there. Maybe I’m not full of as many surprises as I thought.” He rubbed the back of his neck. James tickled a pear on a painting of a bowl of fruit, which Lily correctly assumed to be the entrance to the Hogwarts kitchens.

The room was enormous, as big as the great hall somewhere above them, with mounds of glittering brass pots and pans heaped around the stone walls, and a great brick fireplace at the opposite end. There were elves sweeping and others still doing dishes from dinner. A couple paused their work and approached James.

“Master James, how may we help?” One squeaked.

“Can we just get a plate of sandwiches please Pitts” Lily heard the exhaustion in James voice as he asked.

“Could we take them to go back to Gryffindor tower please?” Lily added.

“Certainly Miss. One moment please” Said Pitts as he headed off to make a plate of sandwiches.

Pitts came back shortly after with a platter stacked with sandwiches, which the pair took gratefully and headed for the common room. The common room fireplace was barely embers when they entered and everyone had long since gone to bed. James fell into the three seater couch with a sandwich already half in his mouth. He groaned happily as he continued to chew.

“Thanks for tonight.” Lily said as she placed the platter down on the coffee table and took a seat beside him. “I would have given up and come home long before otherwise.”

“You’re ‘elcome” He said between bites.

“You’re quite good with the schmoozing” Lily complimented.

“Comes with the territory. My mum’s on a few boards at the ministry and dad’s well… dad.”

Lily leaned into James arm, resting her head on his broad shoulder as she ate.

“You scrub up quite well too.”

“I think you’ve had a few too many glasses of champagne Evans. Two compliments in one night?” James laughed as he grabbed another sandwich from the table.

“I give credit where it’s due. Plus I dunno, those dress robes do it for me.” Lily felt James go tense beside her.

“Alright Evans har har very funny.”

“What? They do. I’d say they’re right up there with your quidditch robes.” Lily continued.

“Seriously Evans it's not funny cut it out.” James said sternly.

Lily pulled away from him and turned her full body 90 degrees so she was facing him, despite him being side on.

“I’m being serious. I think you look good James.”

He refused to look at her. He’d had a good night. He didn’t want to ruin it for himself.

“What have I got to do to prove I’m not kidding?” She asked. He shrugged.

“Oh for fucks sake Potter.” Lily said exasperated, getting off the couch.

She stood in front of him, plucked the sandwich out of his hand and threw it back down on the platter so he was forced to look at her. When he did she leaned down and kissed him square on the mouth, giving him no time to react before she pulled away.

“I think you’re fit, Potter. Now maybe if you keep your head out of your arse this can go somewhere.” She huffed.

“I’d like that” James replied, mouth dry.

“Good. Then smile!”

#Charms Library #jilytober fest 2022

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skaylanphear · 5 months

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The Marauders

Summary: Heading to Hogwarts for the first time, Remus tries not to let his worries get him down. He has a lot on his plate—truths he can’t share with anyone—and none of it is helped by the bullies constantly casting jinxes and calling him nasty names. Despite it all, though, he has his three best friends—the first friends he’s ever made, in fact.

Yet, it doesn’t take long for Sirius to start getting suspicious, questioning what strange sickness could be keeping Remus in the hospital wing for days at a time. Ever nosy, Sirius takes it upon himself to unravel the mystery that is Remus Lupin, unaware of the tortured consequences that come with knowing such an intimate secret.

A story about the Marauders as they navigate their school years and set off into adulthood.

Year One: The Marauders and the Shrieking Shack - Chapters 1-34 Year Two: The Marauders and the Counting Curse - Chapters 35-?

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Chapter 19

"What is it, Moony?" Sirius asked as he hopped up onto the bed beside him. "You look worried. Think we're gonna get caught?"

"Hm? No, it's not that," Remus said.

"What's wrong, then?"

Remus frowned. "It's Evans," he admitted. "Something she said."

From across the room, James scoffed. "Don't listen to her. She's as bad as Snivellus."

But Remus was continually bothered, unable to brush the exchange from his mind. "I don't like it," he continued.

"Like what?" Sirius asked.

"What she said," he repeated stubbornly and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't like it when people insult my intelligence." He glared across the room.

"Ho, ho, you really are mad, huh," Sirius said. "You shouldn't let it get to you, though. Not like she could have pulled off the prank we did. And you can do wordless magic. That's way better than anything she can do."

"But she doesn't know that," Remus said. "And she is a little bit right. None of us are failing, but our grades have dropped some." Mostly because of their focus on Plan Slither-In.

"We're not gonna fail though," Sirius said. "And now that we've succeeded in our revenge, we can focus on our studies more."

"That's not enough," Remus said through gritted teeth.

Finally, James made his way over, Peter at his side. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Evans thinks she's so smart," Remus said bitterly. "Just because she's almost top in every class. But I'm—we're—just as smart as she is."

"Of course," Sirius agreed. "We just have more important things to worry about than grades."

"Not anymore," Remus said. "Now we have lots of spare time for something else."

Peter frowned. "Like what?"

"Ohhh, I like where this is going," James said and sat down on the edge of Remus' bed. "It'd be really nice to put Evans in her place. Always telling us how terrible we are, as if Snivellus isn't some greasy slimeball."

"Exactly," Remus agreed.

#harry potter #marauders #wolfstar #jily #remus #sirius #james potter #peter pettigrew #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #james x lily

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Can I request a Dark!Kate Bishop fic? :) something along the lines of where Kate manipulates the reader, dates her and then kidnaps her and keeps her to herself. Only if you’re comfortable ofc! Thanks.

The Check-Out Girl

Pairing: Dark! Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Summary: If she couldn’t have you, nobody would but she knew she could have you one way or another.

You met Kate about a year ago when you served her at the grocery store, she usually only ever came in for dog food, frozen pizzas and microwave dinner sets and cleaning products. Her smile was sweet and welcoming, and she was always so nice to you. She'd strike a conversation with you as you would pack her items into paper bags. She'd ask you basic questions at first before you both started to notice how much you both had in common and eventually, she asked if you'd join her at her apartment on Friday night for a movie marathon.

That night was a lot of fun, you both watched some horror movies and ate pizza while discussing likes and dislikes. It wasn't until the night was coming to a close that Kate made her move on you, sharing a soft and tender kiss that only made you feel bad for the long-haired brunette when you explained that a relationship wasn't something you were looking for and that you valued your friendship with Kate a lot more. She was hurt but your words but did her best to keep it to herself. Instead, she played it off and acted as if nothing had happened between the two of you.

It was a Wednesday night and your manager had asked if you'd close up the small store for the night as they had an important family event on. You didn't mind, you liked helping out wherever you could plus it couldn't hurt to earn a little extra cash. Not that it was much of a surprise, but Kate was your last customer for the evening.

"Big girl is on close up tonight I see" she smiled as she put her items on the counter for you to scan. "That's me" you chuckled, "what's your plans tonight?" You asked.

"Going to try and get Yelena to watch Friends"

"Oh my money is on that being a total bust!"

"Don't jinx it!"

You both chuckled. "Well, it sounds like a fun evening" you smiled as you placed the last few items into the paper bag, "that'll be $16.37" you added.

"Here you go, keep the change" Kate smiled as she handed you a 20-dollar bill. "That's very kind" you gave her once last smile before handing her; her items, "have fun!" You waved her out before locking the doors.

Kate's friendly smile dropped once she had her back to you. She walked back to her apartment and watched you from her window as you cleaned up the store. All she wanted was you. She'd been watching you from her apartment well before she made herself known to you. She watched you everyday, taking pictures of you for her shoebox full of other photos of you. Photos of you at work, in the park, grabbing a coffee, meeting a friend, having lunch, you name it and she had it captured in her little box of you. Her favorite check-out girl, her pretty little girl.

Everything went as normal, you mopped and made sure the products on the shelf were full and neatly presented, you made sure the money from today's earnings was placed safely and secure in the safe out back in the mangers office before switching off all the lights and making sure to punch the security code into the pad as you walked out the door, locking it behind you. Kate watched as you walked down the street and out of her sight before she grabbed her bow and black hoodie. You only lived a few blocks from the store and would often walk the same way home unbothered by the drunks and street rats that would hang around late at night, tonight felt different, like all eyes were on you.

"Well, well, well! What do we have here boys?!" A man spoke as you walked by him and his three friends hanging outside the bar. "Come on sweetheart, come have some fun with us!" One jumped in, "Yeah baby, we'll treat you real nice" another started to walk with you. "I-I'm fine, thanks. Good have a good night" you gave the men a soft smile unable to make out if they were drunk or not. Your stomach dropped when they continued to walk with you, even picking up their own pace as you did. "What's the matter sweetheart? Don't you want to have fun with the big boys?" The first man chuckled sending a shiver down your spine as you did your best to ignore them and continue walking.

"I don't think she understands us, Bill!"

"Oh, by she will, won't you darling?" The man named Bill grabbed your arm. "Hey! let me go!" You spat trying to wiggle out of his grip. "Now, now. Don't be like that" he pulled you closer into his chest, "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be walking these streets all alone" he adds. "I'm not alone! I'm meeting my dad! He's just around the corner!! He'll beat your asses! Now let me go" you squirmed. The men laughed, "You're going to have to lie better than that baby" Bill brushed a lock of hair from your face.

"Let me go!" You yelled hoping anybody in passing would hear your call for help, but the man's hand covered your mouth before you could call for help once more, you squirmed and wiggled against him, but it was no use, his hold of you was too strong. Your vision was blacked out as one of the men covered your head with their hoodie that smelt of booze and cigarette, "Please! I'll give you anything you want, just let me go! please" you started to cry once you heard the doors of a van opening. "Shut the fuck up already!" Bill said before you were shoved harshly into the van, "so fucking stupid" he added before closing the doors.

You heard the others get into the van before it started to move, you cried and screamed for help only to be hit harshly on the head, knocking you out cold for the rest of the ride. "Now that she's finally fucking quiet, where does Kate want us to take her again?" One of the men asked Bill, "Some warehouse about 20 minutes away. Keep her quiet! She already made enough hassle" Bill replied.

Your vision was blurry as you started to wake up, your wrists and ankles were tightly tied to a very uncomfortable wooden chair. The room was cold, dark and dirty, an abandoned warehouse with broken windows and clutter left behind from its original use. "Ah, the princess awakes!" Bill smiled coldly. "P-please just let me go, I have nothing to give you" you cried, "Have you never seen a movie about an abduction? Crying isn't going to help you" he replied, "Now be a good girl and be quiet" he adds.

"W-what do you want w-with me?"

"I want nothing from you, it's the boss who wants you"

"B-boss?"

"Y-y-y-yes, the boss, you know the one who tells me to do a job and I do it?" He mocked you, "stop the stuttering for god's sake" He turned his back to you and grabbed a bottle of water. "What does your boss want with me?" You asked another question trying not to stutter, "I don't bloody know! I just get told want to do and they handle the rest, now drink" he spoke as he helped pour some water into your mouth.

"Let her go!" A dark figure appeared with a bow; her voice sounded familiar but it was too dark for you to see their face. Bill dropped the water bottle and drew out his gun, "and who the fuck do you think you are?" He asked, pointing the gun at the figure. "For me to and you to, well, rest I guess" the voice replied as before shooting and arrow through Bill's chest.

"OH GOD!" You screamed at the sight as you watched Bill's lifeless body lay at your feet. "Shhh" the figure ran to your aid, "it's okay Y/n, it's me" she took the hood off. "K-Kate?!" You looked her in the eyes as she untied you from the chair, "we have to be quick, come on" she took you by the arm.

"HEY!" The other men yelled as they saw you escaping, "Kate!" You clung to her as they men shot their guns at the two of you, Kate pushed you behind her as she shot them with her arrows and quickly making an escape with you safely in her grip. "Who was those guys?!" She asked as you got into the passenger seat of her car.

"I don't know!"

"Shh, it's okay! You're safe, here have some water, I'll take us to the safe house" she hands you a bottle of water which you kindly take and down half the bottle in one go. "T-thank you, Kate" you said as she sped off from the side street. "Don't mention it baby" she smiled softly, the pet name made your stomach flutter with butterflies, "S-sorry, I didn't m-mean the baby part" she looked over at you for a moment. "No, it's okay" you assured her.

It wasn't long until you felt lightheaded and tired, Kate could see from the corner of her eye that you were struggling to stay awake. She smiled softly to herself when she noticed the half drunken bottle of water before she looked over at you again, "Close your eyes sweet girl, we're almost home"

Your mind was dazed, and you barely understood Kate's words as your eyes came to a close, mumbling another thank you to Kate before passing out asleep. "That's my girl" Kate smirked.

It was hours later when you woke up in Kates arms as she played with your hair softly, you felt hungover and exhausted to even remember anything that had happened over the past 8 hours. "K-Kate?" You stirred only to be pulled in closer to her, "Hi sweet girl, how are you feeling?" She asked, you frowned slightly at the pet name and looked up at her. "W-where am I?" You asked. Kate brushed a lock of hair out of your face and smiled softly, "you don't remember the kick ass party we had?"

You shook your head, "W-what party?"

"Oh honey, we threw a big party. You said you were tried of work and wanted to let loose for a while so Yelena and I threw you a party. You did get pretty drunk though" she explains. You looked around the room and saw evidence of empty beer bottles and red cups over the living room floor, "What is this place?" You asked as you sat up and rubbed your temples from the aching headache. "It's one of my mother's holiday homes, she barely uses it and there's no neighbours close by, so we thought it was best to do the party here. You really don't remember anything, do you?" She frowned lightly. Again, you shook your head.

"Well, I should probably also mention that you asked me to be your girlfriend last night, that's why when you were about to pass out I brought you the sofa and we're been here since" Kate explained with a worried look, "but, uhm, if it was just you being drunk…I get it" she adds with a light sigh.

"N-no" you looked at her, "Sometimes…drunken thoughts are words somebody sober can't say" you added unsure of what you were doing or why, but you felt safe with Kate, and you could see she loved you, maybe you were just scared. "S-so you meant it?" She asked, a light smile tugging at her lips. "Y-yeah" you gave her a soft smile, "my head is killing me…do you mind if I go find a bed or something?" You asked

"Here, have some water and you can rest on me" Kate suggested as she handed you another bottle of water, this time you took small sips and slowly rested your head back on Kate's chest as she returned to playing with your hair. "T-thank you, Kate" you whispered before dozing back to sleep. Kate looked down softly at you and smiled to herself, finally she got what she wanted, and nobody would ever take you away from her. "Sleep tight my beautiful angel, you're safe now" she kissed the top of your head. Her eyes looked over to the bottle of water and smirked, "as long as I have plenty of this bottled water, you'll never leave me" she whispered. Kate soon fell asleep with her arms wrapped around you with the proud smile on her lips knowing that her plan worked perfectly.

#Kate bishop #Kate bishop x reader #fanfiction #hawkeye #marvel

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Dialogue Prompts

Alright, you guys. Here is part 8 of the dialogues list! It's pretty long, this time though these aren't categorized, so enjoy! :)

"This is the best possible outcome we could come up with?!" "I don't know how we keep getting ourselves into these situations."

"And we stand one grade A dumbass." "This is a dumb idea." "So, do it."

"For real, you just jinxed us for all the years to come."

"Don't talk to me unless you're coming to apologize!" "Well, don't worry! I won't"

"You befriended a cult?!"

"That was my bad eye anyway."

"Why is everybody crying? Nobody died."

"Only five visitors at a time!"

"Just in case I didn't get the chance to do it again."

"Thanks for pushing me out of my chair, I guess."

"Why do I have to compete if I didn't do it?"

"And how do you plan on skating by that conversation?"

"Since when did you get so hot?"

"I'm not dead!"

"What?! When did it happen? This is news!"

"Wow. Way to leave me behind."

"You'll have that scar forever, I'm afraid."

"What is more important here? Your freedom? Or theirs?"

"This is close quarters, no?"

"You broke up with him via a letter?!" "It was a detailed letter. Better than over the phone!" "Doesn't make it any better."

"We're going to be late, come on."

"He's just going to find some way to making this my fault isn't he?"

"You're supposed to hit the ball! Not miss it!"

"You'll be lucky if they let you try out again after what happened last year."

"What? You didn't think I was going to do all of this by myself did you?" "I've got to go and make a call." "I've got to go do uh... costume checks..." "Guess it's just you and me cowboy." "I've got to uh..." "If you stay, I'll buy you dinner." "I was gonna go to the bathroom."

"Stop fidgeting. You look good."

"You can look but don't touch."

"My husband's going to kick your ass." "I don't think you understand the severity of the situation."

"Are you sure that's the way it's supposed to go? That doesn't look good."

"I'll only have some of yours if you have some of mine."

"You know, for a thief, you're a bad liar."

"You two better get your stories straight. You better give me a reason as to why you're doing this."

"And what if everything doesn't go to plan? Hmm? There's always that possibility. What, you're gonna pick her over all of us?"

"Hey... uh... I thought you were uh... still mad at me." "Oh, believe me. I still am. But I uh..." "Can't sleep?"

"I can't live like this! Something is wrong. Are you going to tell me what it is?" "You have to ASK what is wrong? Shouldn't you know?!" "I don't, that's why I'm asking."

"Did you put batteries in it?" "Yea, I put batteries in it."

"You left because you got bored?!"

"Later, you and I are going to have a conversation you wish we never had."

"It's about time you guys showed up! Where the hell have you been?!" "We had... a technical difficulty."

"What?! We want to come!" "Not this time. Stay in the car."

"You wanna get out of here?" "Have you done anything like this before?" "No. But this is rather exciting isn't it?"

"So, all of these guys are your brothers?" "Yep. All eleven of them."

"It wouldn't hurt if you asked him." "No, he won't do it. He got out of the game years ago." "He'll do it if I ask him."

"Now, are you going to be a lady and tell me what the gig is?" "Now, where would the fun in that be?"

"And if I don't take it?" "Then this conversation never happened and we've never met... but I do hope, you'll reconsider."

"Any other questions? No? Good."

"Oh, don't let me stop you. Go ahead with the plan." "Glad we have your permission."

"And prey tell, what can you do sweetheart?" "I was hoping you'd never have to find out, but since you asked."

"No! Absolutely not! This is not happening!" "Stay away from my sister! About 10 ft from my sister!" "Quit looking at him like that!" "I can't help it if he's handsome!" "You can't tell me who I can and can date you're not mom!"

"I can handle myself. If he does anything to me, I'll beat him to a pulp." "That's my girl."

"Well, sweetheart. It's just us now. What exactly, is it that you wanna do?"

"Aw, babe. you were worried about me?" "That's all that you got from that conversation?!" "Admit it. You were worried."

"It won't go any other way. I swear, if we have to do this again, I'm gonna.."

"Thank you for staying and helping." "Eh. It''s no problem. Besides, it gives me more time to spend with you." "That was so smooth, I can't."

"You just got out of prison and you went to see him first instead of coming to see me? I'm offended."

"We'll need a crew." "We haven't gotten that far yet."

"We've got a proposition for you. If you're interested." "What's the target?" "holy shit." "it's a lot."

"hey. if you want this to work, this is what I need."

"I mean, if this is something that you want, we'll help you. but if you fail, just prepare to be the laughing stock again." "Bold of you to assume, I've recovered from last year."

"Why were they not present at the time of your discretion?"

"And this letter is for you." "Is it from lover boy? I bet it's from lover boy." "Oh, shove off! So, what if it is?"

"he was our captain, why aren't we getting these offers?" "maybe he likes me better."

"Yea, but you put em' in their place. I wouldn't have gotten off without you." "It's what I'm here for."

"alright. that's it. I'm out."

"What do you mean IF you offended me?!" "Alright!!! I'm sorry that I've offended you!"

"Tell him, that I need a little more space here." "Just apologize!" "Why me?! She overreacted!" "I'm sorry - I overreacted?!" "What?! Just when this was getting good." "Break up. break up. break up, please, for my sake, break up!"

"Oh, come on, love. We have to talk about this!" "Oh, now you wanna talk about this?!"

"Okay. Let's go. We've traveled with you all day, now you're coming with us at night." "But we can't see at night." "Sounds more of like a you problem, doesn't it?"

"I gave it to them." "And who are you to give it to them, when it's rightfully mine!"

"Do you have to go?" "Believe me. I don't want to my love, but I have to."

"I hope he realizes what he's doing." "me too."

"Would all of you please just SHUT UP!!!... he has something he would like to say!" "Thank you."

"I'll go! I'll distract them. I'm good at that." "they will tear you apart." "It'll be enough time to give you what you need."

"he's right. you can't go." "since when are you in complete agreement with him?" "since now. you could die or... or be severely injured you know that right?"

"while you deal with them, I'll go and grab the door." "don't let anyone else in!" "yea, okay."

"this is nice, your place. did you do it yourself?"

"just doing my duty as a good host!" "you seem to be taking this much better than your brother." "you're not supposed to eat that!" "how are you not freaking out about this?! they're destroyed our home, mind you!" "you always do overreact to everything."

"excuse me, but I will not have you insult my own brother in our own home. now, I must ask you to apologize, or to leave. you can find your hospitality elsewhere."

"she doesn't know what love is!" "then this might be a good chance for her to find out."

"you're siding with them!?" "I am not. I'm merely eating."

"you cannot stop this."

"nope. you cannot have one or the other. we come in a package deal. you get both of us." "what is the matter with you?! what makes you think I want to be apart of any of this?!" "this is what we've dreamed about since we were kids! you're telling me you don't want to be apart of this?!"

"you might be the only one to convince him of this."

"I want learn how to do that." "oh, I don't think that you could handle something like this, love." "pft. love? alright. someone hand me a sword so, I can kick his ass." "don't you dare you go easy on me." "believe me love, I won't. trust me when I say that." "five pounds on the girl, she loses." "you're on."

"I'd think twice before doing something like this." "I've already made up my mind. you're not stopping me." "alright. I'll step aside then." "that's right, you better."

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And.... that's a wrap folks! :)

#my writing #dialogue prompts #sword fights #the hobbit #brainstorming session #harry potter #everybody lives au #narnia

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cassifictional · 2 years

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Made for you - Jinx x reader

Sfw, 500-ish words, g/n reader

Part 4 of 6 of reposting short fics from a larger post over on my other blog @cassifiction. Will probably get a part 2 at some point. Please enjoy <3

“Jinx?”

The sound of your voice echoed off the walls, but Jinx was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m here, are you ready to leave, or..?”

Again, no answer but your own echo. You knew she was around here somewhere, you just didn’t know where. Earlier that week you had made plans to go out and it wasn’t like Jinx to flake last-minute. She always loved going places with you, even if it was just something simple like getting lunch.

Just as you were about to turn around and leave, you saw her poke her head around a corner. She had a huge smile on her face and looked very happy to see you. The headphones covering her ears were probably the reason she didn’t hear you the first time.

“Just a minute! I’ll be right there!” she yelled at you excitedly. “And DON’T come over here! It’s a secret!”

“What’s a secret?” you yelled back, trying to get a peek from where you were standing. No response.

“Fine. Keep your secrets.” You turned around to face the door, your arms crossed in a mild protest. A few moments later, Jinx surprised you by attacking you with a hug from behind and pressing a big kiss onto your cheek.

“I’m working on something new.” she grinned. “It’s gonna be fun. It’s not even an explosive this time. Ideally, it shouldn’t explode at all. Anyway..”

She released you from the hug and grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you around so you were facing her now.

“This is very important. You’re gonna help me build it.”

“I am?” you said, a look of confusion on your face.

“Yes. All you have to do.. is tell me something that you like.” she said, sounding dead serious.

Something you like? How would that help you with what she was making? And whatever the hell was she making anyway?

“I don’t get it.” you laughed sheepishly.

“It’s very simple. To help me, just tell me something you like.” she said, intently looking you in the eyes.

“You?”

You giggled as you watched her face turn beet red. Clearly, that wasn’t the answer she had been expecting. But it wasn’t a wrong answer, because you really did like her a lot. And she knew it. You just didn’t say it out loud like this all that often.

“That’s not what I meant!” she stammered, “I mean, I like you a lot too, but that’s not what this is about! Okay, it kinda is, but not like that! Just tell me something else you like, like cookies or rainbows or something.”

“Uh.. poros? I like poros, they’re so cute and fluffy.”

“Yes. Good. I can work with that. Sheesh.” she sighed, but she followed it up with a laugh. “Alright, sorry, that was weird. Let’s go.” she said as she gestured towards the door.

You followed her out the door, ready to leave and have some fun outside. Holding hands as you walked, you tried to figure out whatever the little project was that she was working on. And why she needed to know a thing you liked. It was hard to connect the two, but whatever it was, you were sure she would show you in time.

“So why ask for something I like?” you decided to ask as your final question on the matter.

“Ok, so it’s gonna be something I myself like. Obviously” she explained. “Now it’ll also be something you like. Yes? And finally, it’ll be a gift for someone I like.”

She blushed a little again, but she was still smiling. “Full circle, get it?”

“I get it, yeah. Can’t wait to see it.” you smiled back at her.

“Tough luck. You’re gonna have to!” she laughed.

To be continued..

#arcane #jinx #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #jinx x you #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #arcane imagines #cat writes

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redux-iterum · 1 year

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Burning Hearts: Chapter One

(AO3 counterpart here.)

Firepaw was jerked awake by a shove that nearly rolled him out of his nest.

“Get up! Get up!” came Greypaw’s voice, trying at once to be hushed and exuberant.

Firepaw groaned and blearily opened his eyes. The massive grey tabby was standing over him, fur puffed out in excitement. Somewhere to the side, their other friend made a sleepy and startled noise, head popping up as if in anticipation of an enemy.

“Greypaw?” This apprentice, Ravenpaw, sounded nervous even when just coming out of the realm of dreams. “What’s going on?”

“It’s tonight!” Greypaw’s yellow eyes were wide and shining without catching any moonlight. “Lionface just told me—it’s assessment night!”

The sleepiness melted away and Firepaw sat up, his own much shorter fur flared along his back and sides. “Really? Tonight?”

“Really, tonight! Come on, we have to– Ravenpaw, what are you doing?”

Firepaw looked over to see the lithe black tom backing into the corner of the bush that made up the apprentices’ den. There was not a drop of excitement on his face.

All of them knew the routine by now: Firepaw got up and padded up to Ravenpaw, who was trying very hard to make himself small (even then, he was visibly larger than the ginger apprentice). Then came the usual question.

“What’s chasing you?” Firepaw asked, friendly but soft.

Ravenpaw opened his mouth, swallowed, then opened it again. “I don’t want to do it. It’s too– it’s…”

“Scary?”

A nod.

Now the important question. “What about it is scaring you?”

“I– the assessment could be anything, I’m going to mess it up, I know it…”

Greypaw came up beside Firepaw and placed a paw on Ravenpaw’s back. “Hey, you’ll be fine. I’m more likely to fail than you are. Stars know Firepaw would blow it before you would.” He glanced at his short friend. “Sorry.”

“You’re not wrong.” Firepaw crouched a little and gave a friendly blink when Ravenpaw met his eyes. “You have the best chance out of all of us to get your name tonight. And even if you don’t, we can stay with you.”

A bit of the stress melted out of Ravenpaw’s body. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You didn’t have to do it for me, either, but you guys held yourselves back a while so I could finish training with you, right?” Firepaw replied. “So I’m happy to do the same.”

Greypaw nodded enthusiastically. “I won’t be getting an exciting name, so I don’t mind waiting. Not that we’ll have to, I’m sure. You’ve got this.”

Ravenpaw lowered his eyes to the ground, inhaled deeply, then stood up as he exhaled. He looked down at Firepaw, then up at Greypaw before shutting his eyes tight. The other two waited until he opened them up again and nodded. “Okay. And I know you two will do fine, too.”

Greypaw nudged him, much more gently than he used to. “Then let’s get it done, all of us.”

Firepaw turned and led the way out of the apprentice den. Moonlight glittered on the sandy ground and the air was pleasantly warm with the faintest breeze to keep it from getting hot.

“You’re up!” The lanky brown tabby, Teaselfoot, trotted over to the apprentices with a curled tail. “I heard the news. No need to bid you good luck. You’ll kill it tonight, I’m sure.”

Firepaw stood straight, waving his own tail over his back. “We ought to be able to by now.”

“Have you guessed your assessments yet?” Teaselfoot looked over Firepaw to the other two.

Greypaw rolled a shoulder. “Well, I haven’t, and these two just woke up, so probably not.”

“Well, they should be an easy catch regardless,” Teaselfoot said. “Can’t wait to hear your new names tonight!”

“Teaselfoot, knock it off, you’ll jinx it.” A small, dusky brown molly named Mousefur came up beside him. She nodded to the apprentices separately, with a purr added in for Ravenpaw. “Good luck, guys. Bluestar should be in for you soon.”

Firepaw and Greypaw exchanged eager looks. Hesitantly, Ravenpaw’s face turned more positive and hopeful.

“We can wait by the entrance, then,” Greypaw said. “Come on.”

With that, and a nod to the brother and sister, the three of them trotted off. Two of their mentors—a white tom named Whitecloud and the humongous golden tabby, Lionface—were already sitting at the entrance, talking quietly to each other.

Firepaw had hardly taken a few steps before a familiar voice called for him. Greypaw twitched his whiskers and even Ravenpaw’s eyes had a light of amusement in them. Firepaw jokingly stuck his tongue out at them before changing course and trotting for the large tree that had the nursery underneath it, where another giant golden tabby was waiting.

“It’s tonight, honeymouse,” the matriarch said, sounding even more eager than he was. “Are you ready?”

Firepaw looked up at her—even as much as he had grown over the season, he was still less than half her size. He straightened himself up as tall as he could go. “As I’ll ever be.”

She gave his left ear a lick. “You’ll do great. I can’t wait to call you by your new name.”

“Thank you, Goldenflower.” Firepaw dipped his head to her and she flicked her tail in a kindly dismissal. He turned and went to join his friends, who were talking with their mentors.

“Good evening!” he said brightly to the senior warriors.

Whitecloud gave a slow blink. “Evening, Firepaw. Bluestar will be back in a moment, she’s just talking with Yellowfang.”

Greypaw tilted his head. “What for?”

“She’ll be part of one of your assessments tonight,” Lionface said. His eyes went to his sister at the nursery. “Actually, Goldenflower is supposed to be part of this, too. She should be with us.”

Whitecloud huffed in amusement. “She won’t leave the nursery for a heartbeat, you know that.”

Lionface opened his mouth to reply, but cut himself off by turning his head. “Here we go.”

All of the toms turned to the entrance, where a regal blue-grey molly was pushing through the tunnel. Even with her greying muzzle and the scar behind her shoulders, she looked every inch ThunderClan’s leader. The grizzled, tiny ball of dark grey fur that stalked along behind her hardly matched her own position as the Clan’s authority in the stars.

“Good to see we didn’t have to wake you all up,” Bluestar said to the apprentices. “Are you ready?”

Greypaw bobbed his head and almost bounced along with the gesture. Firepaw and Ravenpaw simply nodded with varying levels of enthusiasm.

“Excellent.” Bluestar moved a bit to the side to let the seer through. “We’ll get started right away. Greypaw, you’ll be standing vigil for camp. Goldenflower will oversee you. Go to her once I’ve dismissed you.”

Some relief washed over Greypaw’s face, like he had been expecting a monumental task.

Bluestar looked at Ravenpaw now. “You will go with Yellowfang to the elders, Ravenpaw, and recite as much of the warrior code as you can remember. Ideally, you can repeat all of it, but just do your best.”

That’s a much harder one, thought Firepaw. Even as long as he’d been here, he could never remember every bit of the code that governed Clan life. Some warriors who’d been in the Clans their whole lives didn’t know it all, either.

But Ravenpaw was smart. Firepaw was sure he could do it.

Ravenpaw, to his credit, didn’t look too afraid. He blinked in surprise, but that was it.

“Firepaw…” Bluestar turned to her own apprentice. “You’ll come to the training hollow with me. Your assessment is a fight.”

Firepaw’s confidence immediately drained out of his body.

Bluestar caught it and continued. “It’s a harmless spar, don’t worry. I’ll tell you more about it when we get there.”

He glanced over at his friends, who both gave him encouraging nods. He nodded back to them.

“Let’s not waste time.” Bluestar looked down at the seer. “Yellowfang, take Ravenpaw.” She nodded to Greypaw. “Get over to Goldenflower. And Firepaw, come along.”

Yellowfang’s flat face wrinkled even more than it already did with a smirk at Ravenpaw. “This one got off easy, methinks. Come, boy.”

Ravenpaw swallowed and followed along after the hobbling senior to the fallen log that made up the elders’ den. Greypaw wasted no time beyond saying “You’ve got this” to Firepaw and hurried to meet up with Goldenflower, who was speaking to her mate, a massive dark brown tom. To Firepaw’s surprise, a long-tailed, light brown tabby strolled up to Bluestar, looking bored.

“Time now?” he asked Bluestar.

Bluestar nodded to him, adding to Firepaw, “You’ll spar with Lizardtail.”

The opponent could be worse, Firepaw supposed. Lizardtail wasn't too much larger than him, and he wasn’t an amazing fighter, as far as Firepaw knew. Perhaps Bluestar was going easy on him, but he’d take it.

“Lionface, Whitecloud, observe your apprentices,” Bluestar said. “I want your appraisal when I come back.”

The two warriors dipped their heads to her and moved away after Greypaw and Ravenpaw. As they did, the dark brown tom, Tigerclaw, came up to Bluestar.

“Would you mind if I observed the spar with you?” he asked, voice deep and rumbling, but always quieter than one would expect from someone so large.

Bluestar’s eyes flickered over to Goldenflower. “Did she ask you to watch?”

Tigerclaw nodded.

“I had a feeling she would.” Bluestar gave Firepaw a slightly sardonic look. “You don’t mind, I assume.”

“Not at all,” Firepaw said quickly. “Maybe Tigerclaw can give me tips before the spar.”

Lizardtail rolled his eyes, but Tigerclaw twitched his whiskers. “We’ll see if Bluestar allows that.”

“She might have to,” Lizardtail said dryly. “Give him all the help he can get, why not?”

Bluestar narrowed her eyes at the young warrior and he looked away. She turned, motioned with her tail for them to follow, and led the way through the camp entrance. Just as Firepaw was leaving, his ear caught Ravenpaw saying, “The first part of the code, Loyalty, begins with…”

The patrol of four went through the woods at a smart trot. Firepaw breathed in the breeze, stronger now that it wasn’t encircled by camp’s borders. The soil’s earthy scent was thick, competing with the smells of the ferns and brush around him. The breeze very gently grazed his pelt, a hint of the coming weather of fall that Firepaw had been born in and only really experienced through a glass door, back when he was a kittypet before joining ThunderClan.

And now I’ll get to actually feel it. His steps turned a bit giddy.

It somehow took an eternity and no time at all until they stepped into the sandy hollow that made up the training grounds for ThunderClan’s apprentices. Lizardtail stopped in the center while Bluestar and Tigerclaw went to the other side to sit on the edge of the hollow.

“Your task, Firepaw,” Bluestar said, “is to knock down Lizardtail.”

Firepaw, now a little more nervous, looked at Lizardtail. The warrior’s ear went flat on one side, like he was hardly paying attention.

Bluestar continued, “You don’t need to keep him down. Just get him off his feet and on the ground. Are you ready?”

Firepaw jaw jittered a little. His eyes went from Lizardtail to Bluestar, who was watching him sternly. They settled on Tigerclaw, and truthfully, it was really his approval Firepaw was worried about, beyond Bluestar’s and Lizardtail’s.

If I fail here…

Tigerclaw met his eyes and gave a slow, calm blink, ever-so-slightly lowering his head in a half-nod.

Firepaw settled and focused on Lizardtail again. “I’m ready.”

Bluestar said to Lizardtail, “Whenever.”

The tabby sighed and then dashed forward without warning. Firepaw’s agility and strength had been honed in the months leading up to this test, and his muscles did not fail him—he jumped to the side and Lizardtail went past him. Lizardtail whipped around and lunged, but Firepaw dove out of the way again, this time making a swing at Lizardtail’s leg. His paw hit, but not strongly enough to loosen its steadiness. Lizardtail twitched his lip and swung back, missing Firepaw’s ducked head by a whisker’s breadth.

Firepaw had to think fast; he wasn’t as strong as even a normal ThunderClan warrior, and Lizardtail had some height on him. An outright shove would make him stumble, probably, but not fall. Tigerclaw had taught him that going for sensitive areas, like the throat or stomach, could redirect a cat’s balance as they tried to get away—but, oh, he didn’t want to cause actual harm—

Lizardtail took advantage of the apprentice’s distraction and shouldered him hard enough that Firepaw himself went rolling, ending on his back. Eyes, concerned ones, were on him, and they were much more powerful than the shouldering. Firepaw had just failed, he knew it. He failed his assessment, those stares told him that much.

Unless…

There was one more thing Tigerclaw had mentioned, some time ago. Maybe…

Firepaw groaned and went still, his limbs tucked up against his underside. He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, coughing like he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

“Firepaw?” came Bluestar’s voice.

Firepaw didn’t move. Faintly, sand shifted and Lizardtail’s scent came closer. He stayed perfectly still, holding his breath, until he felt Lizardtail leaning over him.

The tabby spoke. Right above him. “I didn’t knock him out, did I—”

Firepaw’s back feet shot up as his eyes opened. He hit his target dead-on: Lizardtail shouted in shock as his jaw was kicked skyward, and as Firepaw had hoped, he stumbled back a bit. Firepaw jumped back up and leaped for Lizardtail’s face, just as it was lowering again, eyes not focused. He clung to Lizardtail’s head, one paw’s claws unsheathing to hold on as it slipped around his ear.

Lizardtail was taller and stronger, but his head couldn’t hold the weight of a full-grown apprentice. He fell with Firepaw, who landed on his back feet and rolled his body onto Lizardtail’s neck and the start of his shoulder. As he’d hoped, Lizardtail’s entire body hit the ground.

He jumped backwards, delighted with himself. A glance at Bluestar and Tigerclaw’s approving eyes energized him enough to almost tackle Lizardtail again.

“Stars,” Lizardtail grunted as he got back to his feet. “Think you got my ear. Am I bleeding?”

Firepaw’s excitement immediately faded as he caught it—Lizardtail’s right ear had a deep slice in it, and it was certainly bleeding.

“Oh no, your ear!” Firepaw hurried forward. “I’m so sorry, are you okay, I didn’t mean to actually claw you, it’s a cut, I’m sorry, I—”

To his surprise, Lizardtail snorted and gave him a wryly amused look. He waved him away with a paw, replying, “About time you actually hurt someone, Firepaw.”

Firepaw fidgeted, looking to Bluestar for help. She stood and walked over to Lizardtail, sniffing his ear.

“Yes, it’s just a cut,” she said. “It’ll heal, but you’ll probably have that slice from here on.”

“Great,” Lizardtail said, gingerly pawing the ear and grimacing at the blood on his pads. “My first proper scar and it’s from a kittypet."

Firepaw’s feet shuffled anxiously. “I’m really sorry, Lizardtail—”

“I’ll be fine, relax.” Lizardtail regarded the apprentice with a tilted head, still strangely amused. “You just worry about what your name is going to be.”

“You did pass your test, Firepaw,” Bluestar agreed. “Congratulations.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in, Firepaw still fretting over the cut ear. When they did, he stopped in place, stone-still, shocked. He turned his head to Bluestar, and she nodded. When he looked at Tigerclaw, the warrior half-dipped his head again, eyes warm with approval.

Firepaw was half-tempted to faint. He didn’t; he just bounced a little on his paws. “Then– then I’m getting my warrior name?”

“You are.” Bluestar gestured with her tail. “Let’s go check on the other two.”

Lizardtail fell into step beside the blue-grey leader, muttering to her, “I can’t believe I have to tell Teaselfoot how I got my scar; he’ll never let it go.”

Bluestar trilled a low purr. “Neither will Mousefur, I’m sure.”

Firepaw didn’t realize he’d been frozen in place until he was jostled by a nudge of restrained power. The small ginger tom looked up, finding Tigerclaw’s massive frame looming over him.

“Well done,” the dark tabby murmured. “That was clever, bringing him down like that.”

Firepaw beamed up at him. “I just remembered that one idea you gave me the last time we battle-trained. ‘Control the head and you have the whole body’.”

Tigerclaw creased his eyes and inclined his head the way Bluestar and Lizardtail had gone. “I’m glad that helped. Come along.”

Firepaw trotted alongside the warrior, chest about to burst with joy.

The walk this time was much shorter, and to Firepaw’s excitement, Ravenpaw and Greypaw were both as happy as he was. Goldenflower and Yellowfang stood with them.

“How was Ravenpaw’s recital?” Bluestar asked Yellowfang.

“Flawless.” The seer stuck out her jaw. “Mighty good mind he’s got, to remember all that. He’s ready.”

Ravenpaw shifted his feet shyly.

“And Greypaw?” Bluestar said to Goldenflower.

Goldenflower purred. “He was a little antsy, but he kept a sharp eye on everyone and everything. I think he’s ready, too.”

“So is Firepaw.” The leader started for the meeting stump. “Come, you three.”

Goldenflower’s purr almost echoed through the clearing and she beamed at Firepaw as he passed her. To her mate, she whispered, “Tell me about it once the ceremony’s over!”

Tigerclaw’s whiskers twitched, but he said nothing, just went with her to join the gathering crowd as Bluestar jumped onto the stump and the three apprentices stood in a line a couple body-lengths away from her. Whitecloud and Lionface sat on either side of the stump.

“This ceremony has been a long time coming,” she began, once everyone was present. “Greypaw and Ravenpaw, you chose to put off your assessments until Firepaw was ready for his own, don’t think we forgot. That should speak volumes to anyone who could doubt your comradery and loyalty to your Clanmates. And now your wait is over.” She raised her voice a little, eyes to the sky. “StarClan, I call upon you to watch over these cats and bless them with strength and long, healthy lives as warriors.” She looked down at the trio. “Ravenpaw, step forward.”

Firepaw, on Ravenpaw’s right, tapped his back leg with his tail in silent reassurance. Ravenpaw breathed in tensely and obeyed the command. His fur wasn’t bristling in fear, thankfully.

“Ravenpaw, do you promise to uphold our code and defend your Clan, no matter the cost?”

Firepaw remembered this script from Sandstorm and Dustpelt’s warrior ceremonies. He himself was reassured by the knowledge that he’d just have to say two words, and those were:

“I do,” said Ravenpaw, a little quiet.

“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name.” Bluestar spoke both with kindness and authority. “From this night forward, you will be known as Ravenwing. ThunderClan honors your intelligence and attentiveness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of the Clans. Whitecloud, we thank you for training him in our ways.”

Whitecloud stepped forward and met with his former apprentice. The two bowed their heads to each other and Whitecloud walked past him with a whisper of something Firepaw didn’t catch before melting into the crowd. Ravenwing backed up and stood in line with his friends.

“Greypaw, now you,” Bluestar said.

Greypaw scooted forward, tail waving excitedly.

“Do you, too, promise to uphold our code and defend your Clan, no matter the cost?”

Greypaw nodded fervently. “I do!”

“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name,” Bluestar said among small titters of amusement. “From this night forward, you will be known as Greystripe. ThunderClan honors your energy and confidence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of the Clans. Lionface, we thank you for training him in our ways.”

Lionface moved forward now, and bowed his head to his former apprentice, who hurriedly did the same, almost knocking their heads together. Lionface gave Greystripe a proud look before joining the crowd, and Greystripe copied Ravenwing.

“Told you my name would be boring,” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Firepaw. “But I have it now!”

Bluestar cleared her throat. Greystripe shut his mouth tight.

“Firepaw,” she said, “step forward.”

Every eye was on him now. Firepaw inhaled and took those few steps to stand as close as his friends did. He looked up at Bluestar, meeting her yellow eyes.

“We ask this of every apprentice, but your answer is going to hold more weight than any of ours when we became warriors.” Bluestar stood tall, still looking down at him—but not without a soft affection. “Do you promise to uphold our code and protect your Clan, no matter the cost?”

Firepaw kept eye contact, raising his voice just enough to be heard by everyone. “I do. Always.”

The air of camp lost a tension Firepaw hadn’t noticed before, growing brighter.

Bluestar’s expression was just as bright with pride. “Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this night forward, you will be known as Fireheart.”

Fireheart. His chest threatened to burst again.

“ThunderClan honors your bravery and kindness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of the Clans.” She jumped down from the stump and came up to him. “And I am honored to have taught you in our ways.”

She bowed her head to Fireheart—Fireheart!—and he did the same, trying to express as much gratitude as he could with the simple gesture.

“You’ve done better than I could have hoped for,” she murmured to him, then raised her voice. “Ravenwing and Greystripe, join us.”

The two stepped forward, and in a row, Bluestar touched her nose to each tom’s head, and each responded with a lick to her shoulder. She took a step back, calm and pleased.

“Welcome, Ravenwing, Greystripe, and Fireheart, to warrior life,” she said.

The crowd immediately lit up the air with cheers of, “Ravenwing! Greystripe! Fireheart! Ravenwing! Greystripe! Fireheart!”

Fireheart exchanged thrilled glances with his friends, and the newly-made warriors turned to the crowd, who were all coming up to congratulate them.

“See, what’d I tell you?” Teaselfoot thumped Fireheart’s back with his paw. “You did it! And you have a great name, Fireheart.”

Fireheart’s eyes were nearly shut with glee. “Thank you!”

Mousefur purred at Ravenwing. “I can’t wait to argue with you and these boys about who gets what nest in the warriors’ den. Congratulations on the name, Ravenwing. That’s a special one. And Greystripe—”

“I got the boring one, I know.” Greystripe chuffed. “Not that I care, honestly. It means I’m finally a warrior!”

Speckletail, a dusty brown tortoiseshell, gave him an approving nod. “And now you don’t have to ask anyone if you can go out into the forest by yourself.”

The three toms were congratulated and welcomed by individuals for a small while. Eventually, the crowd dispersed, and Fireheart had a chance to speak to his friends.

“So what do our names mean?” he asked.

“Oh—” Greystripe looked at Ravenwing. “Well, mine just means I’m a tabby. Ravenwing’s got the special one; he’s named for how smart he is.”

Ravenwing looked down bashfully. “I mean, I don’t think I’m that smart…”

“That’s because you’re smart enough to doubt yourself,” Greystripe said with a firm nod. “And Fireheart, your name means you’re really dedicated to what you believe in. You’ve got strong morals and you won’t let anyone change them.”

Fireheart’s ears went warm and he almost looked down himself. “That’s really nice of her to name me for that.”

“I couldn’t think of a better name for you,” Ravenwing said, head up now.

“I agree.” Greystripe looked between his friends. “So what’s our first order of business, as warriors?”

Fireheart thought for a moment, then curled his tail. “I say we go out into the forest without asking anyone if we can.”

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