#My students wouldn't stop asking me questions tonight

[env0]

My Hips Might be misaligned I remember standing squared. Correctly mirrored

[kooqitas]

#pairing: virgin!dino x reader.

#genre: smut MINORS DNI | #w.c: ~2400

#synopsis: you knew that your entire rivalry with lee chan was solely sexual attraction, but you didn't expect him to invade the bathroom you were in, much less that he was a virgin.

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m.), loss of virginity, spit. cute ending

#notes: i'm a little drunk (nd horny).... sorry guys

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you and lee chan are the fucked up cliché of students in the same course who can't stand each other for always competing with grades.

you've been at college for almost an year and you can't even count how many times you've argued with him, he's simply unbearable, of course, you sometimes tease him too, but none of that would be necessary if he wasn't so unbearable.

but everything changed tonight, mingyu's damn party, and now lee chan is in the bathroom with you, sucking your neck while grabbing your waist.

things just happened, one moment you were dancing on the dance floor and feeling his gaze burning into you every time your skirt lifted an inch, and the next minute, when you decided to go to the bathroom, he went after you, locking the door and trapping the two of you in the damn bathroom on the second floor of mingyu's house

"what the fuck are you doing?" you asked when you saw him lock the door.

"shut the fuck up for at least a second."

and he kissed you.

lee chan, or dino, as he is also called,  was completely possessive in the way he kissed you, it was hard to differentiate anger and desire since they clearly went together. you didn't judge him, dino could be annoying, but he was hot as hell and you knew it, you just didn't expect him to think the same of you.

"you're so fucking hot, what the fuck is wrong with you wearing that mini skirt? everyone seeing your ass on the dance floor, is that what you wanted?"

"you got turned on because of a mini skirt?" you laugh, clearly teasing the man in front of you. "how much of a virgin are you, lee chan?"

that was funny, you liked to say that dino was a virgin and he only teased you so that at least he could get attention from a woman, you knew it was a lie, after all, he was fucking hot, he definitely had the attention of any woman he wanted.

"fuck, stop calling me a virgin, we're not in college and i’m sure this shitty situation got you as turned on as i’m."

you laughed again, because it was true, fuck, you wanted to die when you entered mingyu's house and saw dino wearing the black shirt and the silver chain around his neck, it was inhuman how hot he looked.

anyways, the first move was his, he followed you to the bathroom, he kissed you, and he tried to take off your skirt at all costs...

wait... what?

"jesus christ, stop acting like a virgin, my skirt doesn't even need to be taken off, lee chan!" you grumbled at him.

"fuck, stop calling me a virgin..." he said, a little more irritated and nervous than usual.

"god, why do you get so offended by that… do you know there's no problem you're a virgin, right?" you keep teasing.

he huffed, dropping his hand from her hip in an instant.

"shit, stop it."

dino's reaction was strange. you were used to teasing each other with much worse things than simply calling each other a virgin. why was he so offended by a simple word? that wouldn't even make sense.

unless...

"wait, are you really a virgin?" you asked, trying to understand the situation.

he didn't answer you, he just started to adjust his clothes, getting ready to leave the bathroom, visibly upset with the whole situation.

"wait. lee chan, are you REALLY a virgin?" you questioned, visibly surprised.

"please, don't tell anyone about it, it's so fucking embarrassing."

"what? no! i'm not gonna tell, i just... i'm just in shock... wait, why the hell are you leaving?" you questioned when he unlocked the door.

"shouldn't i go?"

"hm?" you asked. 

"i'm a virgin..."

"yes, that was the big discovery of the night... and?"

dino looked at you visibly confused, trying to understand why you were stopping him from leaving in that situation.

damn, it was clear that you fought for the most idiotic reasons in the world, that academic rivalry was capable of making you kill each other one day, but lee chan was hot as hell, and you would never miss a night of sex with him JUST because he's a virgin... that's easily solved.

"y-you don't want me to go?"

you approached him, a little irritated, almost like when he bragged about a higher grade than yours.

"you broke into the fucking bathroom, kissed me, i’m completely wet, fuck your damn virginity, lee chan, we're gonna fuck”.

the next few minutes were marked by a wide-eyed dino and you dragging him out of mingyu's house. you ordered an uber straight to your house and thanked god for living in the neighborhood. in less than five minutes, you were in your apartment.

dino sat on your couch, observing every detail of the decor while you were in the kitchen getting him a water. when you arrived, handing him the glass of water, he had enough time to drink it for you to take off your skirt, leaving your white panties with a wet stain on display for him, who gasped when he saw you. he seemed to freeze, and everything got worse when your shirt also fell to the floor and he realized that you weren't wearing a bra.

"you're a virgin but you're definitely not an idiot, take off that shirt and your pants, damn it!" you grumbled, making him take off his clothes immediately, still looking at you. and you couldn't help but notice that the red underwear he was wearing also had a stain, and that turned you on even more.

you climbed onto his lap, attacking him as if he were prey, taking control of the kiss and watching him melt with every inch of your body that he discovered with his fingertips.

you felt him whimper inside you as you slowly rolled on his hard cock, and the sensation made you even wetter. it was clear that he didn't really know what to do, but all the tension in the room was completely exciting.

you felt him move his kisses down to your neck, shy but still possessive, biting and sucking there in a way that would certainly leave marks.

you took one of his hands and placed it on your chest, making him moan...

"you can touch it however you want... with your hands or with your mou-”

and the next second, dino's mouth was on your nipple, in a somewhat desperate way while his tongue swirled around your nipple, his hips crashing against yours and his other hand playing with your free breast in a violent way.

he was a little rough, maybe because of his lack of experience, maybe because of the horniness he felt at the moment, but that wasn't bad, you wanted to be hurt by him.

"for someone who's a virgin, you don't seem nervous!"

"shut up." he said with his mouth still on your nipple. "you don't have to remind me all the time that i'm a virgin."

"but that's what you are... a poor virgin." you teased, laughing when he got angry.

"don't get on my nerves now, damn it, i can't control myself anymore if you keep annoying me..."

"what are you gonna do? you're the virgin here, lee chan. you're the one who needs me if you want your dick to touch some pussy."

he gave a sort of grunt before squeezing your neck. you laughed a little, he was gripping you the wrong way, so you just repositioned his thumb.

"squeeze with your fingers, not with your hand!"

he nodded, squeezing a little harder as he went back to kissing your lips in a voracious way.

the excitement in your body made you grind again, and you could feel his dick getting harder and harder… you patted his hand twice and he let go of your neck at the same time.

"is everything okay? did i hurt you? did i do something wrong?" he asked when you got off his lap.

you didn't answer.

you just knelt in front of him.

"what are you gonna d- OH” he moaned when you touched the tip of your finger to his underwear.

the wet spot was bigger. and the moan he gave was enough to make you lose your sanity.

you distributed little kisses on the wet fabric, making dino moan and hold your hair while lifting his hips seeking more contact. and it was relieving when you actually pulled his underwear down, releasing his fat cock from the fabric.

his cock was hot, not big enough to hurt, but enough to fill you up completely, the swollen head and the bulging veins made you salivate

but he could barely breathe, the next second you were with your mouth on him, putting his whole fat cock in your mouth to suck as if you needed it to survive. the 'ploc' when you removed it for the first time could easily be heard from another room along with his moans, but damn, it was delicious.

lee chan saw stars when your nose touched his pelvis, a sensation he had never felt in his life, your throat vibrating on his thick cock.

and you continued, sucking every inch of his cock and letting your own saliva run down your mouth as you heard him scream that he was going to cum. it was a little early, of course, but you understood that it was his first time and he was sensitive to the new touch.

but you didn't want that.

not now.

"why why why" he questioned when he saw you stopping. "please, don't stop... don't do this to me... i almost..."

"I'll give you something better"

you said, pulling his underwear completely off his body, and then your panties too...

you didn't usually have sex without any preparation, fingering, oral sex, you usually demand at least one of the two, but seeing dino so vulnerable made you forget about anything. and that was why in the next second your pussy was going down on his cock.

it hurt a little, but the burning of being opened by a cock was extremely pleasurable, especially because the owner of the thick cock was completely crazy underneath you.

"fuck, i’m gonna go crazy, this- fuck-"

you raised your hips and lowered them once, watching him lose control.

his hand went back to squeezing your hips hard while the other played with your tits, all while he whimpered incoherent words.

"you're so beautiful" "your pussy is so tight." "so hot" "mine. fuck you're mine"

"i'm not yours!" you scolded him, going even faster on his cock.

at this point the shock of their bodies was audible, as were the eager moans of both of them, despite not being a virgin you hadn't had sex in a few months...

lee chan kissed you, the mess of the kiss making you go even harder on him, your tongues clashing and even the chattering of your teeth was extremely exciting.

you felt him pinch your nipple again, and that was the end for you.

you laid his head on the couch, and took advantage of his open mouth from his moans to spit there, ordering him to swallow it right after.

dino obeyed, he swallowed your spit and looked at you with a look that bordered on devotion. you were already whimpering on his cock, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on to that position for much longer, your own orgasm was coming and you couldn't think...

"no no no, please don't stop," he begged, placing his big hand on your waist.

"i- i can't control it, fuck, it's too much."

the truth is that deep down he was a little bothered for not having 'done' much, after all, you were in control the whole time. and he was overcome by this, and by the overwhelming excitement he felt, that he grabbed the arm around your waist, forcing you to lay your body under his.

“le-lemme-”

he put his foot on your coffee table, and began to fuck you like an animal, desperately and roughly seeking his own orgasm. you couldn't even think, the rough movements taking you to his as you felt his cock open you up hard. the way he held your body as if he wanted to merge with you, adding to the way he moaned making your pussy pulsate more and more.

"fuck- so good-" you moaned, with your mouth glued to his, but without even being able to think about what was happening.

"mine. fuck, you're mine, this pussy is mine. i'm gonna fuck you forever, me, only me, but no one. fuck, so hot." he said between the eager moans he gave.

one of his hands from your waist went to your hair, and he kissed you, in a completely clumsy way but he kissed you, and that was how he came inside you.

you felt his hot liquid running inside you at the same time that his legs trembled. and that was enough for you to come too.

and he continued thrusting, slowly, enjoying his liquid that was now leaking out.

"mine. you're mine." he moaned softly.

"i'm not yo-"

"shhh... shut up. you're cumming on my dick after taking my virginity."

"that doesn't make me yours..."

"so you don't want it again?"

you didn't answer. it was clear you want it...

"mine..." he teased again.

deep down you knew that all your fighting had always been about pent-up fucking lust, and you were glad it was finally over.

his cock slipped out, and he laughed when your legs shook on top of his...

"something tells me you want more..."

"dude, shut up"

"shut up my mouth for me...put your pussy here, sweetheart!"

"what happened to the whole 'virgin thing'?"

"if you taught me how to use a dick you'll definitely teach me how to use my mouth"

"goodbye lee chan" you laughed.

you settled down on the couch, even though you both knew you wouldn't be sleeping there, but in your bed...and probably in a spoon...

"i'm not kidding... you really are mine now."

you remained silent.

"aren't you gonna say anything?"

"no, i think i agree with that."

#

@highvivvy

[juanarc-thethird]

The Hidden Ones.

The beginning

Beacon Academy, all students and guests are preparing for the grand dance of the Vytal festival tournament tonight. The boys wear their respective tuxedos, and the girls their elegant dresses. In the JNPR team room was Jaune fighting with his bowtie.

Jaune: I never understood how to put this… thing! Arg! I give up, I'm not going.

Pyrrha: *Smiling* Calm down, Jaune. Come, let me lend you a hand.

Jaune approaches her and Pyrrha begins to work on his bowtie.

Jaune: I don't know Pyrrha, it's a hard thing to do.

Pyrrha: Done.

Jaune: What?! How?!

Pyrrha: I've seen how my mom helps my dad put it on many times. So I memorized it.

Jaune: Wow, just like that?

Pyrrha: Yep.

Jaune: Damn, you never cease to amaze me.

Pyrrha: *Chuckles* You are the only one who is surprised by these little things about me.

Jaune: *Chuckles back* You may be right. Well, I'll just put on my jacket and we'll go, ok?

Pyrrha: Ok

Jaune goes to his closet to take out his jacket and Pyrrha just watches him.

Pyrrha: Um... Jaune...

Jaune: *Putting on his jacket* Yes?

Pyrrha: You know,... I wouldn't mind helping you in the future with things like this.

Jaune: Thanks Pyrrha, I can let you do that. I need to learn one day. I can't rely on you until we graduate.

Pyrrha: No... I mean help you in the sense-

At that moment Pyrrha is interrupter by the door being open. Letting in Nora and Ren with a package in hand.

Nora: Are you two ready for the dance?!

Jaune: Of course we are, right Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: S-Sure

Ren: By the way, Jaune. This package was outside the door. It's in your name.

He says while showing said package. Jaune takes it and thanks him.

Jaune: Thank you.

He reads the return address on the package and it just says "Uncle Mario." For a moment Jaune's expression changed to one of sadness. It was almost unnoticeable but Pyrrha could tell.

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Jaune: Huh? Oh! Sorry. I just need a minute to check my package.

He goes to his desk, turning his back on his team. As if trying to stop them from seeing. He takes his small box-cutting knife, and opens his package. Pyrrha, try to see what it is without drawing his attention. But I only noticed a piece of paper and a feather from a somewhat large white bird. Jaune looks at the paper carefully and puts it inside his tuxedo jacket along with the feather.

Jaune: Hey, why don't you go ahead to the dance without me? I'll catch up with you guys later. I just have to make call to my uncle.

Ren: Is everything okay?

Jaune: Yes, everything is fine, it's just a family matter. Nothing serious, I promise.

Normally a group of friends had more questions. But they know that when Jaune promises something he says, his word is worth gold. So satisfied with his answer they accept his request and leave without him. The four left the room with Jaune accompanying them to the door.

Nora: See you on the dance floor!

Jaune: Yeah, see you guys there.

Jaune watches as they get further and further away. And when he lost sight of them in the hall corner, he left his room and walk in the opposite way. But he fail to realize that Pyrrha was in the corner looking at him.

Pyrrha: Where are you going Jaune?

She told herself quietly

Nora: Pyrrha, come on! The dance is this way!

Nora shouts, getting her attention.

Pyrrha: I'm coming!

Pyrrha returns with the rest of her team on the way to the dance, but unable to stop worrying about Jaune.

Pyrrha: (Why do I feel uneasy? Why do I feel like I have to stop him?)

These were the questions she asked herself. But the only thing she can do is trust him. And trust that he would return with them to dance.

....

That night Jaune never came back.

---------------------- This is a new idea that I've had in my head for a long time. For some of you, you already realized that is this about just by the title. For the rest, I hope you like it.

[ladyrowrites]

"EX-BOYFRIEND NANAMI PART 2"

Author's Note: Our flight was delayed yesterday so I was bored and decided to finish this request by @patpatspatz ❤️ Hope you enjoy this fluff 🤭

Part 1

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who calmed down when he got the news that you are stable from Shoko. He was about to go to your room when Gojo spoke to him, “Heh. Nanamin! You better hurry, it looks like she has a visitor.” Then tapped his shoulders.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who got confused by Gojo’s comment because it was him who stayed by your side for 2 days now in the hospital – waiting for you to wake up. When he got to your room, a tall man that he doesn’t recognize was hovering over you and you were laughing with him. You look so happy – smiling from ear to ear. Is he your boyfriend? And when did you wake up? He was supposed to be the first one you see when you do. Nanami didn't even realize that his jaw was clenching and his fists were turning to a ball.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who fixed his glasses and turned away from your room. He better get back to work – stop wasting time, he thought. I guess he expected something from what you said to him before you passed out in his arms.

“Nanami-san, it’s always going to be you. I lo—”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who’s trying to forget what you said last to him and how it made him feel. His thoughts were interrupted when you knocked on his office door. He was surprised you went to see him.

“Can I come in?” You awkwardly asked him, “Yeah, sure. What brings you here, Y/N? Also, how are you?” He was avoiding your gaze.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good, thanks to you..” You sweetly smiled at him, “I’m here because I wanted to thank you for saving me and I heard you were my guardian basically when I was in the hospital. Just wanted to say, I appreciate it and also I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for being stubborn. Should have listened to you.”

Nanami chuckled, “Yeah, you don't have a great record of following instructions.” You were surprised at his gesture because he ‘lovingly’ caressed your top of head like what he did when you were together – it means ‘don’t worry, I’ll always protect you’.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was also taken aback by his gesture so he put his hands down immediately and now you were awkwardly staring at each other. He wanted to bring up the words you said to him that night but he was afraid that it was just adrenaline talking. You smiled at his response, “Yeah, don’t worry, next time we partnered up again, I’ll listen to you, captain.” you jokingly did the sergeant sign, “Anyway, I’m going back to Kyoto tonight. I’m really thankful for what you did. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here.”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami whose heart felt a pang when you said you’re leaving, “Don’t worry about it. I'm just glad you're safe.” You nodded at him and turned to leave. But Nanami, held your hand so you faced him, “Huh? Is there a problem?” A lot, he thought.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who cleared his throat and asked, “Uhm, are you going back to Kyoto for someone?” He was searching the answer from your eyes, “Uh, my students?” you really didn't understand what his question was.

“Ah, I see… I just thought that… Uhm, I saw someone visited you in the hospital and…” His ears were a bit red...You cackled in his face, oh my god, so that's what he wants to know, “Ahhhhhh! That was Ken, he used to be a Jujutsu sorcerer but left because it wasn't really for him, and also his type is the same as mine…” Nanami had ‘???’ plastered in his face, “Oh my gosh, Nanami-san! He also likes guys.. He’s gay….”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was now red on his face as well but was relieved with your answer, “Ohhh, I see. Uhm so are you seeing someone?”

“No.” Fuck, you answered too fast, “Uhm, what I meant was, uhm..”

“Do you remember what you said to me before you passed out?”

“Uh, I was hazy and losing so much blood… so no.”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who memorized every fiber of your being and one of them was your facial expressions and he knew you were lying! He went closer to you while still holding your hand and now you’re back was on the wall, “Uhm, I said something??” You innocently responded.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who put his other hand on the wall – trapping you and whispered, “Stop lying, Y/N” You closed your eyes as you felt those words in your spine – holy shit! He still had this effect on you. You swallowed your thick saliva, “Uhm, K-Kento…” now your other hand was on his chest.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who’s heart started to race more when he heard his first name escape your lips and his mind went crazy when he felt your soft touch. He missed you so much – you have no idea. You were looking at each other so intensely that a knife can cut through it. He lowers his face closer to yours and you can feel his hot breath. Fuck, you keep swallowing your saliva.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who can't contain his feelings anymore and put his lips onto yours – he was grateful that you were returning his kiss. At first, it was slow and sensual that you can feel all your feelings coming back – not that it ever left anyway. Now, both of your hands are entangled on his neck and his was on your waist. He was kissing you so hungrily now like he was trying to make up for all the years he lost you.

Both of you were panting and broke the kiss for some air. You both laughed because the kiss made you two realize that nothing really changed between the two of you except your maturity and physical appearance.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who broke the silence, "There was never a day that I didn't think of you, Y/N. May I please take you out on a date?" While tucking your hair in your left ear.

"I thought you'd never ask, handsome. Also, you never left my mind too." And you kissed his cheeks.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was no longer an 'ex' because he finally realized that he was miserable without you; he also realized that you were right all along - life is too short to be without love.

[volpe-kitsune-red]

A taste of you～

Part 2

Lynx Andromeda (Yandere OC) x reader

tw. general yandere behavior, possessive behavior, reader is a bit socially awkward, alcohol, vampires, blood-drinking, slightly suggestive content

Someone in your college had organized a huge party and invited every student to join; you didn't know the guy but Lynx did. Your best friend knew practically more than half of the people who attended the school and reassured you that the man had a huge mansion and a pool in his backyard, meaning it wouldn't feel too crowded even if everyone showed up. But that wasn't your concern, this was going to be the biggest party you had been to and the fullest of strangers. You weren't exactly scared of people but not a social butterfly either so you couldn't help but feel nervous about how the night was gonna go. "Nervous? Oh come on love, I'll be right by your side the whooole time. If you feel overwhelmed I'll just make an excuse to take you away...somewhere private hehe～" You were used to her teasing and yet it still made a slight blush tint your cheeks. Of course, she was just joking, however, the way her eyes pierced into yours every time she said things like that was making you question her true intentions...and your feelings for her.

Lynx had insisted on wearing matching outfits, and you both decided (after a long debate) on black colors paired with something made of red leather. When she came to pick you up you saw that she had put on a black top with a short red leather skirt, she looked amazing and you were quick to let her know. "And you are outrageously stunning, I might have to keep a closer eye on you tonight or someone might steal you away from me～" You laughed in response "Aww stop it, you're making it sound like we're together or something!" "Hmm..not yet..." The rest of the ride was filled with you two casually catching up on what you did that day, she always avoided talking about her life at home so she resorted to telling you about a fun music series she found called 'Alien Stage', excitedly forcing you to listen to some of the songs.

You arrived an hour late to the party. It was already packed with people, not as many as you expected, but the night was still young so many others were yet to show up. You and Lynx began looking for your friends. It was hard to move more than 5 steps at a time, not because there was no space to do so, but because people kept approaching your friend to start some small talk or invite her to join them in whatever activity they were doing. Finally, you spotted the group of your mutual friends and joined them. Everything was going better than expected, you were having fun, and Lynx helped you shake off a couple of drunk men who were making you feel uncomfortable.

At some point in the night, one of your friends asked you if you could go grab him a cup of water. Poor guy had drunk a couple of shots too much so you told him to sit down as you left the group. Lynx was having fun at a karaoke battle with some random woman so you decided not to bother her by asking her to accompany you. You wouldn't want to ruin her night just because you needed some assistance to feel secure at a party. You went up to the bar and asked the man behind it, who was presumably the butler of the house but was doubling as a barista for the night if he could give you a cup of water. When the man turned around to take a cup and fill it, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and the woman behind you smiled. "Hi there sugar... my eyes have been wandering towards you the whole night, I have been waiting for the best moment to approach such a cutie, mind blessing me with a little company?" She gently took your hand and you were too stunned to react as she pressed her lips on the back of your palm. You blushed, a bit embarrassed by her boldness. She was undeniably a gorgeous woman, tall, with tan skin, white hair, and a cleanly styled wolf cut...but you had to go back to your friend. "I'm flattered, really. But I need to go back to my friend, he's not feeling well so I was supposed to bring him a cup of water." The woman appeared amused. "You're talking about Ron, right? He's fine, he's also a friend of mine, I asked him if he could do me a favor by securing me a minute alone with you." You thought Ron was such a traitor for selling you off to a stranger, just like that, without a warning even. But you would confront your friend and his behavior another time. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that it's been years since your last romantic interaction, but you had decided to give this random woman a shot. She was hot and had gone through all that trouble just to approach you, so why not, right?

You two sat on the bar stools and started chatting, she wasn't too bad, she was charming and a great listener. At one point she put a hand on your tight and leaned closer to you. You weren't sure if she was about to kiss you or whisper something in your ear, and you would never find out because before she could do anything a person forced themselves between you two, forcing her to retreat and put her hand away. It was Lynx, you couldn't see her face because she had her back turned toward you, and as soon as she turned around, her expression was blank. "Love, please come with me, immediately. I have something to tell you." You looked at her confused but she was serious, so you nodded, stood up, and tried to excuse yourself to your new acquaintance but Lynx interlocked her arm with yours and started pulling you away with her. Concerned and irritated by whatever was going on, you followed her silently into a quiet, empty room of the mansion and closed the door behind you. "Lynx can you explain what is going-" You weren't given the chance to finish the sentence as Lynx gently but swiftly pressed you against the wall, wrapped her arms around your waist, and smashed her lips against yours. You were shocked, incredibly confused...and her lips were soft, and her body was pressed against yours, making your mind and body feel fuzzy.

Her kiss lasted a couple of seconds, maybe three before her lips parted with yours. "I can't believe it, I take my eye off of you and you go wandering off to someone else, maybe I should put a leash on you so this won't happen again." What the hell was she saying? "L-Lynx, you're my best friend, we aren't a couple or anything... I asked you to look out for me tonight to help me out in case something was going wrong, that doesn't mean you can just tear me away from anyone I'm talking to without checking to see what's really going on! That woman wasn't-" "Do not mention her, she doesn't deserve to be on your mind, let alone your body. I saw how she was touching you, she wanted to steal you away- away from ME!" Her dark pupils started to swirl into a glowing red color, it was clear she was struggling to keep her voice steady. When she noticed the fearful stare you were giving her, the red disappeared and her features visibly relaxed. She raised one of her hands to put it on your cheek, her sweet tone masking her true emotions. "It's ok darling, I'll make sure something like this will never happen again. You know that I love you right? That I would never harm you?" You felt that your answer wasn't really needed but you replied either way, putting your hand on hers. "Yes Lynx, I know you love me. We've known each other since we were little kids and you've never done anything that hurt me. But what does this all mean? Y-you...uh, kissed me just now, are you trying to tell me something?" Her gaze softened. "My love, you are just too cute, it's just so hard to resist eating you up right away..." She buried her head in the crook of your neck. "...to sink my teeth into you and taste you." At this point, you were as red as a tomato. Did she just confess her feelings to you? If she did, that was definitely a weird way to word it. But then you felt something sharp poke at your neck. You look down to see your best friend's open mouth hovering over your skin. Two long sharp teeth sticking out, threatening to pierce into you at any moment. "...Lynx. What is this...what are you doing?" Her arm wrapped itself tighter around your waist while the hand on your cheek moved around the back of your head to steadily hold it in place. "I'm sorry dear but you left me with no choice...and you are just so irresistible." Your whole body stiffened at the realization of what was about to happen, you tried to wriggle away but it was too late. A sharp pain shot into your neck, blood started pouring out and you refused to watch as she proceeded to suck and drink it all.

You screamed but the party outside the door was too loud to hear you, your shouts of pain and your pleads were lost amongst the laughter and singing of the people outside. Eventually, you felt yourself going weak, and your vision faded to black.

[chaosclimber]

driver

“I’m not doing it.”

Hob grinned a bit–there’d been some gentle ribbing between them on the subject already, and he was happy to slip into the well-worn argument. The kids in question were away, anyway, it couldn’t do any harm. “Dream…come on, you know you’re more qualified than me for this. Besides, do you really want an ADHD-er to try to teach another ADHD-er to drive?”

“I don’t want to be in any vehicle either of our sons are operating. I would prefer they not drive at all, but I know that’s a foolish wish.” Dream swept passed, not bothering to take the pile of clothes he'd been folding. Hob stood and watched for a moment, dumbfounded. The reaction was bigger than he'd expected–he honestly thought the argument was all in fun. It wouldn't be the first playful disagreement they'd had over the kids as teenager-dom posed new challenges for them. 

He started to follow behind, but stopped himself a few steps in. Dream was a very different person than Hob. For whatever reason, this had upset him, and Dream was the kind of person who preferred space when upset. Much as Hob wanted to just go and hug him, that simply wasn’t the best choice. So instead, he veered from the hallway and retreated to the kitchen, pulling out the leftover rice, a few eggs, pre-cooked chicken breast, and a few veggies from the fridge. Homemade fried rice was one of the first dishes Hob had cooked for Dream, and it was a favorite of theirs when a quick meal was needed. Tonight it wasn’t necessarily about the speed, though. He hoped it could be a comfort. 

Dream didn’t emerge from the bedroom until dinner was ready, and when he did, he seemed…withdrawn. Hob held himself back from pushing, from asking immediately what the matter was. He could damn well guess, now that he’d had some time to reflect. What he remained unsure of–more importantly, really–was whether Dream would actually want to talk about it. 

Dream held his silence. 

Well. Hob was never one to disappoint a captive audience. He chattered on–about his day, about his students and their determination to win the little contest he’d set up to let them earn extra credit (find the crudest joke they could in a period piece of literature and deliver it properly when he least expected it. Today’s attempt included the ‘your mother’ joke from Titus Andronicus at the end of class, right as he was taking a sip of coffee. The three who’d done it were the front-runners, so far.), about how his journaling attempt was going (abysmally–it was Friday, and he had managed to actually use the fancy set up he’d spent  over an hour setting up a grand total of once.), about anything that came to his mind. 

It wasn’t until Hob was clearing away the dishes that Dream finally spoke. “...They’re growing up.” The words were quiet, Dream’s already low voice gaining just a bit of gravel, as it did when he had been crying recently. He was still sat at the table, shoulders pulling in and up. In that moment, Dream seemed to transform from a person into the sad, wet cat one just happened to find in a dumpster. 

Hob just wanted to hug him, dammit. He took a breath and resisted, though–he knew Dream tended to actually dislike touch when he was upset, so he would wait until he asked for the contact. “Yeah. Not a fun realization, that one.”

“...I don’t want them to grow up.” He shook his head. “It was not too long ago Orpheus would sit in my lap and beg for story time. Now he’s going to drive. How far will he go from us once he is able?”

“Oh, dove…” Hob paused at the confession. God, he was familiar with that realization. Honestly, he’d been putting off looking at it head-on, himself. At least until he could schedule some time to watch brainless rom-coms with a pint of ice cream (yes, he had the coping methods of a teenage girl dealing with her first break-up, no, he would brook no judgment on that fact). “I get it. But we can’t stop them, you know that.” He sighed. “Look, I’ll teach them both how to drive–I was gonna, anyway, I know you don’t really like driving in the first place. We just…have to have a little faith that they’ll come back. They know they can come back, whenever they need to.” 

Dream sighed, and looked up at Hob. “I…could do with a hug, now. If you are willing.”

And that was all the invitation Hob needed to drag Dream to the livingroom and settle them both in for a cuddle. 

As it turned out, they needn’t have worried. Robyn was a natural at driving–he couldn’t engage in conversation while he was behind the wheel, but that was fine by Hob. And Orpheus was nervous enough about it that he didn’t end up getting his license right away–which was fine by Dream. 

@domaystic All my fills will be cross posted to AO3

[danganphobia]

i think because laios and shuro’s clashes in personalities it’s unavoidable that they will fight during their relationship. who do you think would be the first one to reach out first after a fight? (this is just an attempt to make you write angsty hurt + comfort laishuro)

DRABBLE INCOMING!

Toshiro wasn't sure how many beers he had tonight. He sat next to other patrons, the number of guests dwindling as the hours passed. He just wanted to get so drunk he wouldn't have to experience a sober thought until the next morning.

This bar was quiet, two blocks away from their university campus - compared to the ones on the flashier side of town where most students went on Friday and Saturday nights to party hard and forget about responsibilities for the weekend.

For Toshiro, beers sounded more tempting than any club to wash away the stress of exams and back-to-back assignments.

When he asked for another refill, his vision started to blur. Next thing he knew, he heard another voice within earshot.

"He's been here for the past three hours."

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it."

"Uh, that's kind of you, but he's already paid for the whole night."

"Then I'll tip you extra."

Toshiro groaned, facepalming. He didn't have to look to know who it was that just showed up. Laios leaned his body against the counter, trying to peek at his face.

"Kabru said you'd be here."

Saying nothing, Toshiro finished his last beer.

Laios' carried him back to campus on piggyback. It's silent, save for the occasional cars driving through.

"Why did you come?" Toshiro asked stubbornly, the alcohol he drank made him lightheaded. If it weren't for Laios, he'd be unable to walk - but the idiot didn't need to know that. Just two weeks ago, Toshiro remembered storming out of that party Namari and Kabru invited him to, with Laios following after him, asking what his problem was, and everyone outside looking on in curiosity.

"My problem?" Toshiro had asked, sneering. "Don't you see it? This - we - doesn't work! I'm sick of it! All I ever get are stares when I tell them-"

"You're with me," Laios finished with a bitter nod, stopping Toshiro in his tracks. "If you're that embarrassed to be with me, why didn't you say so?"

That was the killer. When Toshiro noticed the eyes on them, Laios staring right at him with disappointment and hurt, Toshiro decided to admit defeat. He had only given a sour apology, leaving the party without another word.

They hadn't talked to each other since then. Toshiro stopped coming to club meetings because he didn't want to risk running into Laios, and unfortunately, Laios was always present. It was fine, their campaign could go on without Toshiro considering where they'd left off anyway.

"Why did I come?" Laios repeated the question, exhaling as he contemplated his answer. "I don't know, actually."

This was why Toshiro couldn't stand him sometimes. He was a very logical person. This was how he was raised, otherwise he'd never be fit to be heir of his father's company. Laios Touden didn't need a reason to do the things he did.

"I don't get it," Toshiro mumbled. This should make him a walking red flag, after all. This was the guy who was known for smoking pigs at clubs, did kegstands at frat parties, and could squirt milk out his eyelids for the hell of it. He was the kind of guy that would make a pristine rich kid's parents like Toshiro's have a heart attack if Laios told them what he'd been up to. They were polar opposites; someone Toshiro would've avoided if it weren't for their mutual friends. "After everything I said to you, you still came to see me."

"Yeah." Laios said, like there was nothing odd about it. It only pissed Toshiro off even more.

"Why?"

"I can't just leave you there. What if you passed out in the middle of the street?"

Toshiro snorted, scoffing. "You are aware that I practice martial arts?"

Laios laughed. "I don't doubt you can probably kick my ass while drunk. Then again, you didn't." Instead, Toshiro was clinging to his back, Laios' cyprus scent calmed him, as it was so welcoming. He hated that. It should make him nauseous if anything. "I can't say for any other stranger that would see you this vulnerable."

"I can take care of myself," Toshiro huffed. "You shouldn't have come."

"I don't care if you're mad at me, because I've already forgiven our fight."

"That's - that's preposterous -" Toshiro sputtered in defense, "Why continue to torment yourself by being seen with me?"

Laios chuckled. "Who said being with you was tormenting?"

Toshiro stayed quiet.

"You might think so, so I'll just have to prove myself to you. Lucky for me, I don't really care what people think," Laios explained, pausing at a stop light. Toshiro's eyes widened when Laios turned his head slightly with a gentle smile. "And you shouldn't either."

Toshiro's heart pounded in his chest. The traffic sign flashed - as Laios was permitted to cross the street.

"Yeah, you were an asshole at that party. But at the end of the day, it doesn't change my feelings for you. I think," Laios sighed, "if you like someone, if you really really like someone, you should let them know as much as you can."

Toshiro reached for Laios' ear and tugged on it.

"Ack!" The noise Laios' made in pain just made Toshiro pull on it tighter until he let go. "What was that for?!" He asked, pouting.

"It's easy for you to say," Toshiro said bitterly. "I've spent my whole life trying to live up to the expectations of others. I don't just do impulsive, stupid things out of my own free will. Which is why - I don't even understand why I have feelings for you, either..."

"Toshiro..."

"I am not worth this trouble. You misguide yourself."

"That's not true," Laios countered in earnest. "Tell yourself that all you want, but to me, you're worth it."

Silent and brooding, Toshiro buried his neck deep into the crook of Laios' shoulder to hide the scarlet in his cheeks.

Laios was like a leech that wouldn't pull himself off Toshiro even if Toshiro tried.

And he'd never admit how nice it felt, to be around someone who didn't expect much from him; just his presence, so they could exist together in a world so unpredictable. The air felt easier to breathe the longer they remained, just being.

[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 10: Night Terrors, Explosions, and The Double Pinky Confession**

My eyes flew open and I looked around the unfamiliar room, attempting to get my bearings. The only light was from a candle on the opposite side of the bed, where I finally noticed a very panicked-looking Severus, sitting up in the bed beside me.

“Oh Severus, I'm so sorry that I woke you up. I was hoping I wouldn't have a night terror tonight.” He stroked my hand and pulled me close to him.

“Shhh, It is alright Darling, What was the dream?” I nuzzled into the space between his neck and shoulder, relishing in the safe feeling being with him provided me.

“Every so often, I dream of my parents' death. I wasn't there, but I read the file in my grandfather's private study... Sometimes I see his face in my dreams…the man that killed them…Sometimes I dream that he is coming to kill me.” I whispered and he held me tighter.

“Dolohov?” Severus asked and I nodded

“Did you know him?” I asked and I could feel Severus go rigid at my question.

“It is late, we can continue this conversation in the morning if you wish.” He kissed me on the forehead and I understood that maybe that conversation would be a bit much when I still needed to go back to sleep and continue to talk about the man that killed my parents."

“I'm not so sure sleep will come to me quickly.” I smiled weakly and began to slide back to my side of the bed, but Severus stopped me and pulled me back to his chest.

“I have an idea that might lull you to sleep…Turn over so your back is facing me.”

I giggled, “Are you going to make me sit through one of your lessons?”

He growled and tickled my side, “Turn over you little pest.”

I screeched at his tickling but complied, he pulled me so my back was resting against his front. Once I had settled he kissed the top of my head and began stroking my hair gently.

After about thirty minutes of him petting my hair, I was fast asleep and when I woke the next morning, Severus was cuddled against me with his legs tucked up under my rear and his arm draped around me protectively.

I enjoyed basking in this relaxing morning with him since school would resume tomorrow and with the second task only a week away he would gradually become more stressed due to the focus of the students diminishing with all of the excitement.

“Good Morning, Little Star.” I heard his deep voice rumble behind me.

“Good Morning.” I sighed, content with walking in his arms.

“What are you thinking about?” He mumbled into my hair, tugging me closer to him.

“Just a funny memory.” I smiled

“And what would that be?”

“I remembered my first year, Edwin, and I thought you were a vampire because you were always lurking in the halls late at night.” I felt him chuckle against me. “There was actually a rumor going around, all of the first years were convinced of it.”

“Your fear of me seems to have diminished.” He huffed.

“I was pretty scared of being your assistant.” I crossed my arms over my chest, he just smirked at me and raised an eyebrow.

“Not you…The courageous Gryffindor.” His tone was mocking and I stuck out my tongue at him, moving so I was an arms distance from him and turning to face him.

“It is a very well-known fact that Gryffindor is your least favorite house. However, Gryffindor House does not require our head of house to show us favoritism to get house points…Unlike Slytherin.”

He was on top of me in an instant, nose pressed against mine and my arms pinned over my head.

“Careful Little Star, You will want to control that tongue of yours while you are a prisoner in the vampire's lair.” Severus leaned in and placed a gentle bite on my neck and I groaned.

He wasted no time unpinning my arms and removing my knickers from my body. Pushing the shirt I was wearing up so my breasts were exposed. I moaned when his mouth attached to my nipple, sucking and tugging on the bud before moving to the next one.

“I’m afraid I do not have the time required to take my time with you, but I cannot allow you to leave this room without having my way with you.” His words were dripping with sex and I groaned.

As he spoke to me he was stroking his hard member up and down my wet slit, gathering lubrication.

When he finally entered me my hands gripped his back so hard through his nightshirt that he was definitely going to have red marks from my nails.

He fucked into me so hard and fast, I knew I wasn't going to last and I knew he was in the same way when his thrust became sloppy and his breathing was ragged against my ear.

“Please don't stop sir,” I begged and he growled, grabbing my hips in his hands and squeezing them roughly.

“I am dangerously close Little Star…”

He didn't have the chance to finish whatever he was going to say before his cum spilled into me, driving me over the cliff and into pure ecstasy.

***Friday Potions Class***

It was the day before the second task and we were brewing calming draught for the first time in potions. Unfortunately, my mind was otherwise occupied with Severus and the fact we had not had a moment's peace since school resumed and somehow, Edwin managed to put ten drops of glumbubble fluid into our potion, instead of the recommended four. Which caused our cauldron to explode sending me flying backward hitting the door to the classroom and Edwin across the room, landing at the feet of George Weasley who helped him up with a laugh before running over to check on me. As my vision faded I heard the faint sound of Severus yelling and Edwin asking if I was alright. I did not have the time to respond before my vision went completely black.

When I woke, I was in the hospital wing and Edwin was gripping my hand tightly while Madam Pomfrey tended to the gash on my head from the impact of the door.

“Rora, I'm so sorry, I lost count of the drops and–” I shushed him and squeezed his hand.

“I’m alive and thankfully in one piece.” I smiled and sat up against the pillows. “I am assuming since you’re here with me, Snape dismissed class.”

Edwin nodded. “Once he called me every name in the book and demanded I get my head checked because ‘Even though there is not much there, your death would be more paperwork than I am willing to do’.” Edwin did a horrible impersonation of Severus when he quoted him and I laughed.

I kept my promise to Severus and had yet to tell Edwin about our relationship so the fact that Edwin hadn't asked why Snape blew up was shocking but welcome considering I did not feel like explaining everything while my head was throbbing.

“Scootch over, my head is killing me too.” Edwin nudged me and crawled into the cot beside me, I laid my bandaged head on his shoulder. We giggled and talked as we lay in the cot for over an hour and then Severus marched into the hospital wing, robes bellowing behind him.

“Glad to see you have forgiven Finley of his stupidity, Miss Astrill.” Severus spoke dryly, shooting Edwin a look at made him tighten his grip on my hand.

“Everyone makes mistakes, Sir.” I smiled and Severus rolled his eyes.

“Once Madam Pomfrey dismisses you, you will come straight to my office. Near-death will not excuse you from your duties.” He sneered turning on his heel and walking out of the room. I knew he wanted me to come to his office so he could make sure I was alright and hiding his concern with bitterness was normal for him.

When Severus was completely out of earshot Edwin spoke up. “He expects you to grade papers after a head injury?” Edwin was angry and I felt bad for letting him think Severus really didn't care about me, so I made the decision to tell him the truth.

“No, he wants to make sure I’m alright. He just won't say it in front of you.” Edwin turned and looked at me, his expression went from anger to confusion.

“Why will he not say it in front of me? He is your teacher, he can be concerned for a student– Wait.” He looked shocked and shook his head. “He is just your teacher? Right?” He whispered

I shrugged “Sure. Among other things.” His jaw dropped and I reached over and placed my hand under his chin, closing his mouth. “This is a double pinky confession, Edwin. Come on.” I held up both of my pinky fingers for him to take.

A double pinky confession was something Edwin and I had made up when we were young, it was like an unbreakable vow in our friendship, minus the death if you break it. There was no magic involved, simply a promise that a secret would stay between us.

Edwin, still wide-eyed moved so he was sitting cross-legged across from me on the cot. He wrapped his pinky fingers around mine and nodded “Okay, confess.”

I explained everything to him, the yule ball, that night in the dungeons, and Christmas break…all of it. By the time I was done explaining everything he looked as if he had seen a demiguise tapdancing on my head.

“Are you putting me on?” He spoke in disbelief and I shook my head just as Madam Pomfrey walked into the room. Telling both of us that we were free to go and just to look after ourselves. When the healer walked out of the room I stood up and grabbed Edwin’s arm. “Come on, he needs to know that you know.”

“This is not a good idea.” He hissed when we arrived at Severus’ office door. “He already hates me, this will make it worse.”

“No, it won’t, stop being such a chicken.” I knocked on the office door and heard Severus’ deep voice telling us to enter on the other side.

He was already standing in the center of the room and when I walked in he enveloped me into his arms, not taking a second to notice that Edwin was standing in the doorway.

“You gave me quite the fright, Little Star.” He spoke into my hair, kissing the top of my head gently.

Edwin cleared his throat awkwardly and Severus stepped away from me so quickly that my head spun.

“Before you panic, he knows,” I said quickly before Severus had the time to get his wand out to obliviate Edwin.

“He figured it out or you told him, Miss Astrill?” Severus sounded angry and Edwin stepped in and closed the door.

“I figured it out, Sir.” Edwin tried to lie but it wasn’t convincing and Severus glared at me.

“Finley, you struggle to remember how to tuck in your shirt. How am I expected to believe you figured all of this out on your own? He gestured between us and moved to sit at his desk, rubbing his temples.

“He was going to figure it out eventually Severus. How do you expect me to sneak around to see you without him knowing…we are always together–.” I stopped speaking when he held up his hand.

“I do not possess the mental agility to be the only adult in this situation at the present moment. Go back to your dormitory and wait for dinner…now.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and stood firm. “You said you didn't mind him knowing and now you change your mind?” Edwin was moving slowly to the door while Severus and I argued, waiting for the moment he would be able to escape the awkward moment.

Severus stood from his desk and braced his hands on the hardwood until his fingers turned paler than usual. “I…Said…Out.” He spoke firmly through his teeth.

“Yes Professor,” I growled, turning and pulling Edwin out of the office by his jumper.

We said nothing to each other as we walked to the common room. I plopped down on the red couch and Edwin joined me in staring at the fireplace until it was time to leave and head to the Great Hall for dinner.

Before we entered the large doors, Edwin pulled me aside “He is probably just overly worried about the whole situation…He has a lot to lose, just try and think about it like that.” I agreed and we entered the hall for dinner, wondering if Severus would join or if he would be sulking in the dark dungeons for the evening.

I did feel pretty horrible for how we left things, and this was our first fight as a…whatever we are. I just hoped he would not stay angry with me for long and we would be able to work everything out, or maybe he would just end things now to save his career and I couldn’t blame him if he did.

[teaberrii]

Chapter 4: Déjà vu

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

You and Dan Heng arrive at Angel's Tavern, the bar March told you about. The doors slide open without any noise, and you step onto the shiny, black marble floor. The walls are made of the same material; the only difference is the thin, green neon lights that run through the walls like veins. Lights floating in diamond-shaped fixtures hang from the ceiling.

Dan Heng walks up to a counter where a woman looks up from whatever she was doing and smiles. “Dan Heng? It’s been a while.” Then, she looks at you. “Oh? Who’s this? Friend of yours?”

You and Dan Heng glance at each other, but instead of replying to her question, he says, “Table for two. At the bar.”

As she ushers you and Dan Heng inside, you quietly ask, “Are you a regular here?”

“...I used to be.”

Once you and Dan Heng are seated, he calls for a shot. Then, he turns to you. “It’s on me tonight.”

“Since when are you so generous?”

The bartender slides Dan Heng his shot. He effortlessly grabs it. “...It’s my thanks for accompanying me tonight.”

“...Is something wrong?” you ask cautiously. “You look tired.”

He downs the shot. “Everything’s fine.”

That can't be further from the truth, and he knows that you know. Dan Heng is thankful you let it slide and order a shot for yourself. He watches you down the shot and puts your empty glass on the counter. Then, he orders another for himself.

“...I heard you went to the hospital today,” you say. “Did you get some valuable information for your research?” You see his grip slightly tighten around his glass.

“...Tell me something.” His shot comes, but he doesn’t drink it. Instead, he’s looking at you. “Does that sparkle in your eyes have something to do with how you know about my research?”

Since when did he start connecting the dots?

“Why do you ask?” Then, you ask for another shot.

He takes his shot. “...Because I want to know more about you.”

Your eyes widen slightly. Is he drunk already? Dan Heng asks for another, and you sigh softly. "Look, even if I told you, you wouldn't get it."

“Try me.”

You scoff just as his shot comes, and he downs it again. Fine. If he's so insistent.

After taking your shot, you say, "Yes, it does."

Dan Heng smiles slightly, and you look away when your cheeks grow warm. Maybe it's the cozy atmosphere, or you're feeling the effects of the shot. Whatever it is, that lazy grin on his face sends an unexpected heat throughout your body.

You and Dan Heng call for another drink… at the same time. Then, his eyes meet yours, and you awkwardly look away.

“...How does it work?” he asks with a slight drawl.

You give him a deadpan look. Your drink comes first, and you take it. "What? Are we playing twenty questions now? How's that fair when you haven't answered any of my questions?"

He spins his chair toward you just as a glass slides straight into his hand. “I did get valuable information for my research today,” he says calmly. Then, he takes the shot and puts the glass down. “...But… I wish I didn’t go.”

He calls for another glass.

“You’re contradicting yourself,” you say.

Dan Heng slightly leans forward. “...It’s my turn, Cupid.”

Is it just you, or does Dan Heng get a little bold when he's supposedly drunk? Is he drunk? You can't tell.

Before he can take his shot, you stop him by saying, "I think you had enough for today."

“...Just one more,” he drawls.

You grab his hand to stop him, and that’s when it happens.

���...It’s not going to kill you.”

You looked at the pear-shaped bottle that supposedly contained the liquor you were curious about. "That's what they all say. Next thing I know, I'm unconscious, and you're dragging my body into the middle of the lake."

Is that a smile you saw?

“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t drug and drag you into the middle of the lake. That’d be too much work.” Then, the man popped open the lid. “...Let me prove to you that it’s harmless.”

“...What’s wrong?”

Dan Heng’s calm voice pulls you back to the present.

What in the world was that? A vision? A flashback? But of what? You saw yourself and a… creature that oddly resembled Dan Heng in the strangest ways. The man had horns and long black hair with teal-tinted tips. His clothing also looked very traditional; flowy sleeves and a green sash around his waist that fans out like a cape behind him.

“...You… didn’t see it?” you ask.

“See what?”

When you notice your hand is still on his, you quickly pull it back. “Nothing. I… I think I’ll stop drinking.”

Dan Heng looks at the shot in his hand. “...Can I take this?”

“You’re asking me?”

“You’re the one who stopped me.”

“I never thought you’d be an obedient drunk.”

He smiles, downs his drink, and slightly leans toward you. “...I’m far from drunk, Cupid.”

Your eyes widen when you hear him lower his voice. Why did he do that? And… why is your heart racing?

“I can call you that, right?”

Dan Heng leans upright. There it is. That lazy smile. And then there are his hooded eyes. Unable to hold his stare, you turn towards the counter.

“Sure,” you mutter. You glance at him. “You used up your question, by the way.”

“How is that fair?”

You sigh and spin your chair to face the counter. “Should I take that as another question?”

Dan Heng spins your chair back to face him and frowns. “You aren’t playing fair.”

You lift your hand, intending to put it on his cheek to check his body temperature. But you stop as you remember what had just happened.

“...You aren’t going to touch me?”

You quickly pull your hand back. “You could’ve worded that better!”

A small smirk tugs at his lips. Now you’re sure he’s drunk.

Then, he leans forward again. “Tell me… I want to know how you saw it.” Before you can say anything, he continues, “Don’t tell me I won’t understand. I will understand.”

You slowly put your hands on his shoulders as if afraid that touching him will trigger another… whatever that was. But when it doesn’t come, you gently push him away.

“...Let’s get you home, Dan Heng,” you say.

He stands upright, and you call for the bartender for the bill. But when he tells you everything has been charged to Dan Heng's account, you turn to him. Dan Heng smiles at you.

“I told you it’s on me," he drawls.

Well, this man thinks ahead.

Should you be amazed that Dan Heng can walk in a straight line despite being drunk? During the short time you were at the bar, he's already managed to surprise you in so many ways. What else is next?

You’re almost to the train station when he suddenly asks, “...Are you cold?”

“Um, no. Are you?”

He stops, which makes you stop. Then, he turns to you. “I am.”

…Is he expecting you to do something about that?

"We're almost to the station," you say. "...Just hang in there." When he pouts slightly, you almost smile. "Don't tell me you can't handle a little cold."

That’s when he suddenly reaches behind you and pulls you close to him. His arm is around your shoulders, and your mind goes blank when you realize he’s hugging you.

“What… What are you doing?” you ask.

“...Sobering up.”

“I thought you said you weren’t drunk,” you deadpan.

A small pause.

“...I’m sorry…” he says quietly, his voice cracking. “Can we just stay like this for a little longer?”

Something tells you this isn’t just about him trying to ‘sober up.’ Before you know it, one of your arms is around him. Soon, you’re gently stroking his hair.

“...It’s okay,” you say softly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“...I have to save him,” you hear him whisper. “...I will.”

You aren’t sure what he’s talking about, but you still say as comfortingly as possible, “You will, Dan Heng. You will.”

When you close your eyes, you suddenly see it again.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

You put a cold towel on his forehead that felt like it was burning. The man closed his eyes, and you get up to make your sick guest some soup. You were about to leave when he asked, “...Why are you doing this?”

You looked over your shoulder; the man was staring at you. "What do you think? You're my friend, Young. Whether you're human or not… I care about you."

Dan Heng lets you go, and you instantly snap back to reality. There it was… that vision, dream, flashback, of the man who eerily resembles Dan Heng.

“...Are you okay?”

You look Dan Heng in the eyes. “...Fine.” Then, you look away. “I’m… fine.” You slip your hands inside your pocket. “The train should be almost here. Let’s go.”

You and Dan Heng are lucky enough to get seats on the ride home. It’s a Friday night, so the train is more crowded than usual. You see Dan Heng subtly dozing off from the corner of your eye. Then, you hear your phone buzz.

Pom: WHERE R U?

Before heading to the bar with Dan Heng, you’d told Pom you’ll be coming home late. Of course, you didn’t tell him you were going to drink with Dan Heng as you could already imagine him wiggling his eyebrows and everything.

“...Did I keep you?”

You turn to Dan Heng, who’s not looking at you but obviously noticed that you’re holding your phone as if about to reply to someone.

“It’s Pom,” you say. “I was talking to him before we went for drinks. He’s just wondering where I am.”

“You two seem very close.”

You turn to him. Is he sober? You think back to the moment of vulnerability he shared with you before you got to the station. Maybe it’ll be okay to share something about yourself.

"...Pom is the only one I have left," you say quietly.

Dan Heng turns to you, and his eyes are a little red.

“...What about your family? Friends?”

You face forward as you say, “I have none.” Then, quietly, “At least none that I can remember.”

The train enters a tunnel, and the people sitting across from you suddenly get up to move to the doors. As they do, you see your reflection in the window. But when you look at Dan Heng, your eyes widen.

There he is. The… creature. His face looks identical to Dan Heng's. Yet, there are horns on his head, and his outfit is the same one you saw. His gaze meets yours, and you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“...Do you want to remember?”

You quickly turn to Dan Heng, who's looking at you. You slowly look back to his reflection in the mirror, but the creature is gone.

“...What do you mean?” you ask, turning to him.

“...Why dwell on the past when you can focus on the present? You’re making new friends. I’m… your friend.”

Then, before you can stop yourself, you say, "We might be friends, but finding out my past is why I'm here."

Dan Heng stays quiet, and you think he’s given up. But then he asks, “Are you using me?”

You look at him incredulously. “N-no! That’s not…” You sigh. “I think I like you better when you’re sober.”

The train comes to a stop. Then, once the doors open, you and Dan Heng get off. After leaving the station, you turn to him.

“No more questions for tonight, okay?”

Dan Heng nods. Then, as soon as you turn around, a large man talking with his friend accidentally bumps into you and spills his drink over his shirt.

“Ah, shit!” He glares at you. “Watch where you’re going.”

You frown. “You were the one who bumped into me.”

The man looks like he’s about to say something, but then you see Dan Heng step up beside you. He moves his arm as if to tell you to get behind him as he glares at the bigger man.

“Hey. Just let it go.”

At least the man’s friend speaks reason. Then, with a scoff, the men walk off.

“...You know,” you say, and Dan Heng looks at you. “You ain’t half bad, Dan Heng.” You chuckle. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t respond but continues walking. It doesn’t take long for you to catch up.

For the rest of the way, you and Dan Heng walk together in comfortable silence. You never thought he’d stick to his word. You send a quick text to Pom, who’s probably ready to command the entire police force to come looking for you.

In the elevator, you slowly glance at Dan Heng’s reflection. Will you see that creature again? Who is he? And why does he look so similar to Dan Heng? But most importantly, where are these… visions, flashbacks, or whatever they are coming from?

The elevator doors open, and Dan Heng glances at you.

“...Thanks for tonight.”

Then, he steps out and walks towards his suite just as the elevator doors close. You hear Gepard’s voice just before the elevator heads to your floor. As soon as you enter your apartment, Pom looks at you disapprovingly.

“Look who finally decided to show up. Did you and Dan Heng have fun?”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Pom.”

Pom almost jumps off the couch. “I want to drink, too! Wouldn’t hurt to have some fun while we’re here.” But then he smiles. “So, why did he ask you to drink with him?”

You slip off your coat and hang it in a nearby closet. “...Something happened at the hospital today.”

Pom’s smile vanishes. “He went to the hospital?”

“It was for his research,” you say, sitting on the couch. Pom sits on the opposite side of you. “...I don’t know what happened, but he was obviously really down.” When Pom stays silent, you look at him curiously. “What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, well… you know how I told you I talked to Stelle today?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t mean to, but… I overheard her talking to who I think… are her parents. They were talking about someone named Caelus.”

“...That’s Stelle’s twin brother.”

“She has a twin brother?”

You nod. "I don't know much about him though." Then, you tell Pom about March and how she told you he's studying abroad.

“...If that’s the case, I don’t think Stelle’s buying it.” Pom sighs. “Anyway… this was actually her last event for a while. She’s going on a hiatus.”

“For health issues? That’s usually the case for celebrities, isn’t it?”

Pom shrugs. “I don’t have an answer to that. Maybe it has something to do with Caelus… But, hey, maybe this means we'll get our job done quicker.” He scratches his head. "For once, I don't know if that's a good thing or not."

Now, it’s your turn to be silent.

“...Cupid?”

You look up at Pom, who’s looking at you curiously.

“I saw something strange today… when I was with Dan Heng.”

“Strange? Like what?”

So, you tell Pom about what you saw and the creature who looks like Dan Heng's doppelganger.

“...Young?”

“I’m pretty sure that was his name,” you say. “At least… that’s what I called him.”

Pom leans back. “Hm… I’ve never heard that name before. And you said he looks like…”

“...A dragon? A human dragon?”

“If he really exists, shouldn’t be he on the Astral Express?”

“I thought so, too. Maybe he’s not around anymore…”

“Or…” Pom leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “What if Young is Dan Heng?”

You raise a brow. “So… he’s like laying dormant inside of him?”

“Maybe. I have no idea, but Dan Heng is the only other person who can see the flash in your eyes. Just from that, he’s already not normal. I wouldn’t be too surprised if there’s like… another being sleeping inside of him.”

But the question still remains. What does Young have to do with you?

“...I know we’re supposed to be doing a job, but…”

“...You want to drag it out,” Pom finishes.

“Himeko says we’d find this job more exciting than the others. I think she knew about what we’d find here.”

Pom smiles. “Well, I’m down to stick around. It’s pretty fun as a human!”

And it looks like Himeko is finally fulfilling her promise.

◆◆◆

The loose sleeves of your white and red hanfu flowed behind you as you ran into a more secluded area in the forest. Twigs snapped beneath your wooden sandals.

“She went this way!”

Eventually, you reached a small, deserted wooden cabin that you'd discovered last week when you were on your own in the forest. When you opened the door, you weren't expecting to see a young boy around the same age as yourself. He was wearing a white hanfu, except he'd ripped one of the sleeves and used it as a bandage for his wounded hand.

He turned around with wide eyes. “Who are you?”

“...I could ask you the same thing. I've never seen you before.” You cautiously approached him. When you were close enough, you crouched. “How did you get hurt?”

Silence.

When you saw the blood was soaking through the sleeve, you extended your hand to him. “Can I see?”

“...I’m fine,” he muttered. “You should get out of here.”

You frowned. "You touched a Venom Brew, didn't you?"

Disguised and easily mistaken for normal mushrooms, one touch of a Venom Brew can quickly swell and make your hand itch like mad. As one kept scratching it, the skin would easily peel and bleed, making it look worse.

“How did you know?”

“Clearly you aren’t from around here.” You nodded toward his injured hand. “...I know how to make the pain stop.”

So, the boy reluctantly extends his hand. You quickly unwrapped the bloodied bandage and drew a small knife.

“You carry a knife with you?” he asked.

"...This is going to hurt," you said. Then, you make a slightly deeper cut into his hand. The boy flinched, and then you started squeezing the blood out of his hand. "You need to squeeze out the poison. You can't just let it sit in your skin like this."

Sure enough, the swelling slowly started to go down.

“Does it still itch?” you asked, not looking up.

“...No.”

That was when you ripped your sleeve and used it as a bandage for his wound.

“There,” you said. “All done.” When you looked up, your eyes widened, and you dropped his hand.

“...Please don’t be afraid,” the boy said.

“You…” You pointed to the horns that had mysteriously appeared. “Who—”

“Should we check the cabin?”

You turned around at the sound of the voices of the people who were chasing you. But before you made a sound, the boy put his uninjured hand over your mouth.

Then, the doors opened… and you smelled something burning…

Your eyes open, and you immediately sit up. It takes you less than a second to realize that the burning smell is not from your dream. You quickly get out of bed and rush to the kitchen to find Pom turning off the stove.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“I wanted to make breakfast!" Pom says, staring at the blackened… thing in the pan.

You sigh out of relief. “Geez, Pom.”

“Did I wake you?”

You help Pom clean up as you say, “...You woke me from a dream.”

“Was it one of your nightmares?”

“...No. This one was… much more pleasant.” Pom looks at you curiously as you say, “...I think it was Young.”

You eventually find the opportunity to introduce Pom to March over the next few days. As for Dan Heng, you haven't seen much of him. Gepard tells you Dan Heng's been coming home late, sometimes staying overnight at the university. Gepard has also asked you if you knew what was happening, but you truthfully told him you didn't know. But you also keep that drunken night a secret.

You thought about asking Dan Heng if he's mentally okay, but you've lost count of how many times you opened a conversation to text him but end up not doing it. He also hasn't texted you either. But as the festival is right around the corner, you use it as an excuse to ask him how he's doing.

Dan Heng: I still want to take you and Pom to the festival.

You flop on the bed and begin typing a reply.

Shouldn’t you rest? It’s not a big deal.

Just as you drop your phone on the bed, you hear it buzz.

Dan Heng: It’ll be resting for me.

Well, guess that's the end of that.

You get off the bed and slide your phone into your pocket. As you come out of your room, Pom happens to poke his head from around the corner.

“Hey, Cupid. Are you hungry? I think I finally got the hang of cooking!”

You smell something… smoky and you say, "Just be careful not to burn this place down." Then, you walk to the door and slip on a jacket.

“Where are you going?”

“...The Astral Express.”

Pom steps out of the kitchen, revealing his black and white apron with the phrase “Kiss the Chef” on the front.

“Are you going to talk to Himeko?”

Ever since that day, you haven’t had any strange visions or dreams of Young, and you deduce that it’s probably because you haven’t seen Dan Heng. Regardless, you want to know if there really is a link between Dan Heng and Young and you. And there’s no better person to ask than Himeko.

“...Do you think she’ll really give you answers?” Pom continues.

“Probably not,” you say. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.”

Pom nods. “Good luck.” Then, he looks over his shoulder. “When you get back, I’ll be sure to have something ready!”

And then you’re off.

There’s only one way back to the Astral Express, and it’s the through your phone. But you must leave the way you came in. Today is a weekend, so while the trains are still busy, the campus is relatively quiet. Soon, you’re standing in front of the elevator that you, Pom, and Lan came out of. Once the doors open, you step inside and activate the app on your phone.

Then, everything goes black.

When you open your eyes, you're once again surrounded by floating clouds. The carriage doors open, and you head toward Himeko's compartment.

You don't get a chance to knock as the door automatically opens. It's as if she's expecting you. You walk inside, and you see her at her desk.

“It must be important if you came to see me in the middle of a job,” Himeko says, looking up at you.

“Were you expecting me?”

“Did you find out something about your past?”

You frown. “Maybe? I thought you might know something. A… creature named Young.”

“What about him?”

“Who is he? And… what does he have to do with Dan Heng?”

“Who do you think he is?”

"Why are you the one asking the questions?" you challenge.

Himeko stands. “This is me keeping my promise to you.”

"...So, he is someone from my past," you mutter.

"...Young is no longer here."

Now, you’re even more confused.

You sigh. “You really want to make me work, don’t you? You can’t just tell me everything?”

“Trust me. You’ll end up with more questions than answers if I did.” Suddenly, she appears in front of you. “...The only thing I can tell you is to be prepared.”

“...For what?”

“The answers you’re looking for may not be the ones you want to hear.”

Chapter 5

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[localravenclaw]

Of Meteors and Men

Sebastian Sallow × f!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Theme: fluff, smut

Summary: Sebastian asks you an important question after a tryst under the stars

Warnings: Aged up 18+ nothing extreme, just lots of banter and teasing

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"Where's Ominis?" You unceremoniously plopped down next to Sebastian wolfing down his second bowl of stew in a now bustling Great Hall.

It has become almost a ritual for you and the two Slytherin boys to spend your evenings together. However, with your impending NEWTS, Ominis Gaunt seemed to have made himself more scarce than usual.

"In the library writing his Charms essay," came Sebastian's response.

"And what about your essay?"

"Please, Charms is my middle name."

You rolled your eyes at him, bracing yourself for yet another casual banter.

"Oh? I thought it was Delusional?"

He snorted, shooting a cocky grin your way. "I'll do it tomorrow. I'm done for today."

"Very well, I think I'll join you in the library tomorrow then," you relented, wondering why he yielded so quickly this time, but then...

"Can't get enough of me eh?" Sebastian started again, shooting a mischievous grin that threatened to knock you off your seat.

"You're such a flirt," you pouted, looking away so he wouldn't notice the flush of red creeping to your face.

"Like you don't enjoy it," came the salt to your wound.

You shook your head in surrender, hoping he wouldn't notice the redness that now filled your cheeks. You wondered if hormones has something to do with your reaction to him recently. Surely, he hasn't been this charming the whole time!

"Hey, you wanna watch the meteor shower with me tonight?" you asked without looking at him, hoping he wouldn't notice your desperate attempt to thwart his flirting.

"Eager to spend after hours with me, aren't you?" he snickered. You rolled your eyes at him again and made a gagging gesture he chose to ignore.

"Hmm, meteor shower? Isn't that something you'd typically be asking Amit?"

"Very well then, maybe I would!" you huffed, annoyed that he didn't immediately jump at the invitation.

"Hold on! Hold on! I didn't say no!"

"Then say yes!" you seethed at incessant playfulness.

"You know I'd say yes to everything you ask of me," he said with a wink.

"Whatever," you shrugged, pretending the wink didn't rob you of a heartbeat or two. "I know the perfect spot. Meet me at the clock tower courtyard at 9 o'clock," you finished before sauntering away to avoid any further flirting. "And bring your broom!"

Sebastian sat scratching his head as he watched you disappear in a sea of students. He could feel his excitement building at the thought of spending some alone time with you. Technically, you didn't say not to invite Ominis, but you also never said he could join. A bulb lit up in Sebastian's mind and he rushed towards the Slytherin common room, abandoning his supper.

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Sebastian made sure he was fifteen minutes early for your rendezvous. After your conversation at the Great Hall, he felt the need to put his best foot forward this time. He even went so far as to put on cologne! As he watched your cloaked figure approach him, he couldn't help but feel his instincts validated.

"Aren't you a vision to behold!" Sebastian greeted with a whistle.

You paid his flattery with a sarcastic smile, suddenly growing very conscious of your choice of wardrobe— a cream chiffon night dress that stopped just above your knees, covered up by your favourite ivory Historian's cloak.

You eyed him up and down in return, trying not to give away your astonishment by discreetly swallowing at the sight of him in his dark green summer pyjamas.

"What's that?" he gestured at the brown leather bag you have in your right hand.

"It's my nab sack," you answered as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Your what?"

"My nab sack."

"Yeah, that clarifies nothing."

"It's an enchanted bag my elf friend gave me."

"You own an echanted bag?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And you have an elf friend??"

"Yes!" you quipped impatiently. "Now, are you gonna continue being amazed at how awesome I am or are we gonna watch the meteor shower?"

"I'm always amazed by everything about you, it's nothing new," he teased.

You stared at him blanky, trying not betray the cartwheels your stomach is making at the sight of his amorous grin. He's getting better at catching you offguard recently, you thought to yourself.

"Fine. Where are we heading?"

You squinted towards the hills west of the owlery and pointed at a vague spot between two jutting hills.

"You see that small plateau over there?"

Sebastian squinted at the dark skies, following your direction.

"Last one there is a rotten horklump!" you announced, pulling out an ornate silver broom from your nab sack and promptly taking off towards the mountains.

"Oh no you don't!" Sebastian skillfully mounted his broom and followed chase.

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Small torces lit up as your feet touched the landing platform, making it creak and groan into an active position. Sebastian followed shortly after with a small "whoo!" of excitement

"How did you find this place?" he panted, taking the view in.

"Stumbled upon it on one of the flying courses I did with Imelda Reyes."

He looked around at the ambient torces burning along the edge of the platform.

"Well, this is cozy. What in the—?! How in Merlin's beard did you fit that thing in there??"

You ignored the look of shock on the Slytherin's face as you pulled out a thick fleece blanket from your nab sack and started to lay it over the platform.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me get comfortable?" you asked impatiently, wrestling with the creases you're making as you tried and failed to straighten the blanket out.

I can think of other ways to get comfortable, Sebastian wanted to say but instead, he chewed on his lip and shook his head, trying not to look any more obvious than he already is.

After a few minutes of repositioning and straitening your makeshift bed, you check your compass and looked up at a now, clear and starry sky.

"Okay, so if my calculations are correct, the meteor shower should come from that side," you concluded, seating yourself facing north.

Sebastian huffed and took off his slytherin robe, beads of sweat peppered his brows.

"I don't know about you, but I, am boiling! Is there a way we can turn these torches off?"

You nodded and with a lazy wave of your wand, the little flames around the platform gradually flickered out.

The newfound darkness made the stars twinkle even brigher as you laid your head on you palms, gazing up at the sky. In the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but notice Sebasian, now in the process of taking off his pyjama top. You swallow, trying hard to map the constellations instead of the toned muscles on his chest.

He loomed over you, half naked and content in his new level of comfort. The mild breeze carried the faint musk of his cologne and invaded your olfactory senses like a welcomed siege.

"Alright then, your turn," he jestured at your robes with a sly smile.

"Shut up, you stinky hornklump!" you playfully jeered, but taking your robes off nonetheless. The cool summer breeze was refreshing.

"The meteor shower should start in approximately ten minutes."

"Exciting," he remarked dryly, taking out a cloth parcel. "I didn't see you at supper so I brought us snacks from the kitchen just in case you're hungry."

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and gratefully accepted a juicy-looking bunch of grapes.

Sebastian laid down next to you and proceeded to levitate individual grapes towards his mouth. He lifted his head and chomped one from the air with a playful Rah!

You giggled and tried to imitate him, but fell a few centimeters short away from your grape. You lifted yourself by your elbows and the grape seemed to have distanced itself from your reach. You made a face at it while Sebastian let out an amused laugh, watching intently as you pursed your lips, hoping to suck enough air to pull the grape towards you.

"Merlin, I've never wanted to be a fruit so badly," he muttered under his breath.

You shoot him a sardonic look and extended your tongue instead, expertly coaxing the fruit toward you with a little curl. Sebastian's pupils dilated as he sucked in enough air to overfill his lungs.

"Merlin help me," he whispered to himself.

You laughed at his helplessness. He's a massive flirt and a sarcastic little charmer, but two can play this game, and you're not one to lose to Sebastian Rotten Horklump Sallow.

"Look!" Sebastian suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a tiny glint in the sky.

One.

Two.

Three.

And then five or more altogether!

Glittering streaks of white light filled the night sky in quick, random succession.

"Incredible! you breathed, your eyes glistening in amazement, mirroring the sparkling summer night.

Sebastian cooly rested in his spot, head on his hands and breathing a sigh of utter contentment.

The last of the meteors fell faintly, and you reached an arm out to the sky as if to catch one before letting your hand idly hover, poiting towards the stars. Sebastian did the same, pointing out the very last one before mimicking your laguid gesture. Your arms touched, sending electricity all the way down to your shoulder. You fixed your eyes on a random cluster of stars, denying the tension that's building from your skin merely touching his. He rubbed the back of his index finger against yours, making you let out an involuntary sigh.

Slowly, he moved his hand to meet your palm and you extend your fingers to give space for his. Your digits interlaced and he started rubbing his thumb on the back of yours, ever so slightly applying pressure and squeezing your hand as if to tether himself to you.

You closed your eyes and hummed contentendly, before quickly realizing he'd let go. You let your hand drop to your side. You opened your eyes only to find his face mere centimeters away from yours. His eyes dancing, searching for something in yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered shyly.

You parted your lips to answer but your breath catches in your throat.

"Can I?" he asked again, almost pleading this time.

"Ye—" you barely made out an answer before his lips met yours, soft and chaste, then deep and needy, making you grab at the sheets beneath you. You whimpered in his mouth, kissing him back, inviting his tongue in a torrid dance. You grabbed at his arms as his kisses become more frantic. He moved hungrily to trace the line of your jaw to the base of your neck. His hand unceremoniously began to undo the top buttons of your night dress before claiming a breast and cupping it possessively, thumb gliding over the now turgid bud.

You gasped loudly at the sudden gush of pleasure emanating from his touch. He fully undid the top of your nightie, hungrily taking a breast in his mouth, suckling and painting circles with his hot tongue. You helplessly mewled and shifted from under him, clawing at his shoulders to ground yourself.

Sebastian propped himself with a knee while his other hand made its way to the inside of your thigh, gently raking at the sensitive skin before stopping to trace the lace lining of your underwear. He decidedly took a break from your breast to plead for another consent, eyes seemingly pinning you down with his hungry gaze.

"Let me taste you," he almost demanded.

"Seb, I— no!"

"No?"

"No, please, I'm not ready," you coyly replied, suddenly feeling too self-concious and vulnerable for comfort.

His brows furrowed, but he refused to linger on his disappointment.

"Can I touch you?" he asked in a begging tone that could almost break your heart.

You gave a slight nod and he let out a sigh of relief, as if you just saved his life.

He methodically rolled your dress up your hips and traced the garter of your lace-trimmed underwear, tugging it down ever-so gently. A thin string of wetness lingered as he pulled it down to expose his new focus.

"Fuuuuck," he painfully breathed behind gritted teeth. His eyes darted back and forth, somewhat overwhelmed of where to start. He could feel the uncomfortable tightness of his trousers demanding his attention.

He parted your wetness with his middle finger, deftly exploring the parts that coaxed the best sounds from your lips.

Your eyes snapped shut as he slid a finger inside you, chest heaving from the sensory onslaught Sebastian was putting your through.

He slipped another digit in, making you clasp your mouth to stifle a loud involuntary cry. Sebastian tugged it away, leaning closer so you can hear his words clearly, "I want to hear you."

His eyes had turned dark with need, boring into yours with a primal intensity you've never seen in him before. You nodded, helplessly, hopelessly trying to fight the fog of pleasure overtaking your mind.

He curled his fingers inside you, searching for the mound of flesh he noted made you cry out at the slightest pressure.

Sebastian moved his fingers inside you like a master beckoning his pet to come, his thumb simultaneously stimulating the bundle of nerves he knew was your most sensitive spot.

And come you did. In a slow, intense burst of pleasure that threatened to shatter your core. Fireworks exploded inside your head and you convulsed from under him, back arching to meet his hand. You grabbed his arm to steady it as he proudly watched you ride out the last of your spasms.

He waited until your breathing stabilized before taking his digits back.

You gingerly opened your eyes to find him licking your moisture off his fingers with a self-satisfied look on his face, as yours burn in response.

"I am gonna taste you one way or another," he reasoned with a smugness that is all his.

You let out a breath of amusement and disbelief, turning your head to the side to avoid his ever-so lustful stare.

Sebastian took his robe and draped it over, straightening your dress while allowing you time to process what just happened.

He let himself drop beside you, letting out a resigned sigh before giving the top of your head a kiss. You wiggled closer to him, wrapping a leg over his thigh and taking note of the very obvious bulge in his trousers. Your brain started to clear as you come to the realization of what you must do next. Somehow, as unplanned as the events of tonight had been, you felt the need to reciprocate. You glided your hand over Sebastian's handness, eager for your turn. He gasped and grabbed your wrist, jolting up to meet your gaze.

"No!" he exclaimed with pleading eyes.

You blinked at him, speechless at his sudden unlikely reaction.

"I mean, not like this."

"Sebastian, I—"

"I mean," he said, hoisting you to straddle him, "not until we make it offical."

"What?"

"I want to make it official," he muttered coyly under his breath, eyes darting to the side to hide his already very obvious embarassment.

Wherever the confident, charming Sebastian Sallow went, who knows. The person intensely blushing under you seemed to be a completely different person— unsure and apprehensive, almost self-conscious.

"I want to date you!" he explained. "I want to take you out for butterbeer and long walks or whatever you like! We will do whatever you want to do! I don't know! I'm new to this." He looked back at you, eyes searching yours for a response.

You burst out in fits of giggles and rested your head on his chest.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" you teased, settling yourself with the loud thumping of his heart.

"Well, do you... Do you want to be together?" he implored diffidently.

"But we are together!" you hummed absent-mindedly, now busy drawing little circles on his arm.

"You know what I mean!" he grumbled.

"So what are you asking?" you teased further.

"I... I want you to be my girlfriend!" he sounded almost bashfully uncertain, as if you haven't spent the better part of the year aggressively flirting with each other on a daily basis, much to the chagrin of every one of your friends forced to witness.

"I mean, after you've tainted my purity? Do I even have a choice?"

"I'm serious!" he moaned, propping himself up and robbing you of your comfortable position.

"Yes, Sebastian Sallow, I will be your smart, funny, amazing girlfriend!" you solemnly pledged with a hand over your heart.

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief before biting his lips to hide a ridiculously obvious beam of happiness. He resumed his position before confidently declaring, "You should be honoured."

You grabbed his bulge and gave it quick squeeze, making him loudly cry in surprise, causing nearby birds to scatter.

"I am."

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Notes:

I may or may not have copyread this one so big apologies for the typos! This has been sitting in my notes for forever but today I decided to bite the bullet and just post it. I haven't written smut in over five years so please be gentle. Anyhoo, thank you for reading and I hope it gave you a giggle or two.

[taeswolfie]

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

☽︎𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍☾︎

Ch.04 - Ch.06

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

"Just a friendly reminder- parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Y/n rolled her eyes at Mr. Harris' snide comments. She really couldn't stand him. If he hated teens as much as he acts like he does, why is he even a teacher? Probably because he enjoys being a huge d- "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" Her internal insults are cut off when Mr. Harris stands next to the table her and Stiles are seated at and notices the boy's absence.

He stares at Stiles who is preoccupied highlighting his textbook, the cap held between his lips. Seeming to feel the teacher's stare, Stiles looks up at him. Everyone's attention is drawn to the opening of the door as Jackson walks in. Y/n furrows her brows at his unusually pale complection. Stiles had told her what he'd seen with his dad the night before and it worried her, especially because she hasn't heard from or seen Lydia at all today.

Jackson takes his seat and Mr. Harris puts a comforting hand on his back. "Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Y/n rolled her eyes again. Wow, one teenager Mr. Harris doesn't hate. Jackson nodded and Mr. Harris walked to the front again. "Everyone, start reading chapter nine." He stopped at his desk, his back still facing the students. "Mr. Stilinski." Stiles looked up again from his highlighting after being called. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's Chemistry, not a coloring book."

Stiles looked at him before throwing his head back to spit the cap out in the air and catch it in his hand. While he was doing this Y/n watched him from the corner of her eye, enjoying the movements a little more than she was currently willing to admit. Stiles then leaned towards Danny who sat behind him. "Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?" He whispered.

"No." He responded and Y/n smiled into her textbook.

"Well, I'm going to anyway. Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"

Danny sighed. "No."

"Can I ask you another question?"

"The answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?"

"He wouldn't... Tell me."

"But he's your best friend."

"Some things you can't tell or talk about. Even to your best friend." Y/n whispered, not lifting her eyes from her book, and Stiles glanced at her.

"One more question."

"What?" Danny sounded a bit irritated.

"Do you find me attractive?" Danny didn't answer and Stiles leaned forward in anticipation. Y/n caught him before he fell but he still made a loud noise with his chair and bumped the table. He scrambled up in his chair and fixed himself from his little flub.

...

The bell rings and Y/n and Stiles walk together down the halls. "Why is he not answering?" He complained, glaring at his phone as he gets Scott's voicemail once again.

"My guess? He's with Allison. I haven't seen her today either and it's her birthday so he probably took her out on an adorkable date."

Stiles sighed in frustration and dialed Scott again. "What?" Y/n heard Scott's irritable answer.

"Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts?"

"Yeah, like all 9 million of them."

"Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia is totally M.I.A., Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, another random guy's dead, and you have to do something about it."

"Like what?"

"Something."

"Okay, I'll deal with it later." Scott hastily hung up and Stiles shoved his phone in his pocket, upset with Scott's indifference to the situation.

"Hey, I was wanting to check up on Lydia, see how she's doing. You wanna come with me?" Y/n offered.

"Yeah, I'd like to see how she is too. I'll give you a ride."

"Thanks." Y/n smiled at him and they made their way out of the school.

...

"Hey, Mrs. Martin." Y/n smiled at Lydia's mother when she opened the door.

"Hello, Y/n. What brings you and your friend here?"

"This is Stiles, we wanted to see how Lydia is doing. I heard she had a bad night, thought I could cheer her up?"

"Of course! I'm sure she'd be happy to see you. Come on in." Natalie let the teens in and led them up to Lydia's room where she knocked on the door and slowly opened it. Lydia was sprawled in her bed, propped up on her elbow and lazily resting her head on her hand. She was in her royal blue nightie and boredly looking at her nails. "Honey, Y/n and a Stiles are here to see you."

There's a pause. "I know Y/n, but what the hell is a 'Stiles'?" Lydia responds, her voice lacking it's usual spunk.

Stiles and Y/n look at Natalie in question. "She took a little something to ease her nerves." She admitted. "You can- you can go in."

"Thanks." They said and stepped into the grey colored room. Mrs. Martin walked away and Lydia propped her hand on her hip to look at her guests.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"We were just making sure you're okay." Stiles answered.

She smacked her lips a bit, looking at her hand until her eyes drifted back to them. "Why?" She patted the bed. Stiles stuttered so Y/n took the offered seat.

"Because we were worried about you today. How are you feeling?" Y/n asked.

Lydia stretched her arm out before placing it on Y/n's head to pet her hair. "I feel..." Lydia got close to Y/n's face and smiled. "Fantastic."

"Uh-huh." The h/c nodded, smiling in amusement.

Stiles' eyes widened as he looked away from the girls and spotted the pill bottles on her nightstand. "Oh!" He picked one up and read the label. "I bet you can't say, uh, 'I saw Suzy sittin' at the shoeshine shop' ten times fast."

Lydia raised her brows at the challenge. "I saw Shuzy-" She stopped and blinked. "I shaw…" She trailed off this time and leaned down as Stiles put the bottle back. Her eyes became distant as she looked in space. "I saw..."

"What? Lydia, what did you see?" Y/n asked her friend, moving some of Lydia's hair behind her ear so she could see her better.

"Something."

"Something like... Like a mountain lion?" She asked gently.

"A mountain lion." Lydia nodded slightly.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" Stiles questioned.

"A mountain lion." She repeated.

Stiles grabbed her stuffed giraffe from her table and held it up to her. "What's this?"

She looked at the stuffy. "A mountain lion."

"Okay." He put it back. "You're so drunk." Lydia dropped her head onto Y/n's lap. Y/n sighed and gently stroked her hair.

"Why don't you wait outside? I'll see if I can get her to sleep." She said.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, sure. I'll, uh, be out here." Stiles awkwardly left the room and Y/n shook her head at his behavior, a small smile on her face.

Lydia leaned back on her elbow and gave Y/n a loopy smile. "I have a friend who looks just like you." She mumbled.

"Really? What's she like?"

"Really funny. Kinda mysterious. Blind to her emotions." She started studying her nails again.

"Blind?" Lydia gave a sharp nod, similar to a child. "How?"

"I dunno. Like a bat?" Lydia giggled at her own joke. "She's coming around, though. I think. She's becoming less… Batty."

Y/n furrowed her brows at her, not really able to follow Lydia's doped up half-thoughts. She decided to brush it off, instead focusing on putting Lydia to sleep. She kneeled next to her bed and gave her a gentle smile. "Lydia." Y/n lightly called. "Lydia, look at me." Y/n gently cradled Lydia's face in her hands as her eyes glowed. Lydia's gaze met hers and her green gaze seemed to grow more distant. "It's time to relax. Take a deep breath." The red head obeyed, taking a calming breath in and out. "And sleep." Her eyes flashed brightly, the color reflected in Lydia's eyes. Y/n's hands slipped from her face as she fell onto her back, now deep in a peaceful slumber.

Y/n sighed and her eyes dimmed as she looked at her friend a moment longer. She wasn't worried about Lydia seeing her eyes. Between the pills and her sleep aid, she won't remember seeing them. Y/n glanced at Lydia's phone when it lit up and picked it up to put it on silent so she could rest undisturbed. She moved away from the text notification and found a video from the night before. A video that showed the Alpha in his monstrous form running out of the video store. She sent the video to her own phone and deleted it from Lydia's. Lydia didn't need that terrifying reminder.

...

Y/n sits on Stiles' bed. She had shown him the video from Lydia and now he was pacing as he tried to get ahold of Scott, yet again only getting his voicemail. "Hey, it's me again. Look, Y/n found something, and we don't know what to do, okay? So if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great. Or else I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna- uhg!" He gripped the phone in frustration. "Goodbye." He tossed the phone down and sank down into his desk chair with a sigh.

Y/n got up from the bed and stood next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." He gave a weak nod that did absolutely nothing to convince her. "Do you need a hug? I'm told I give the best." She smiled and nudged him, making him actually smile. She put her arms over his shoulders and he put his around her waist, resting his head on her middle as she leaned over a bit to hug him better. He sighed a bit and let his eyes close. She was right, she does give great hugs. A sudden knock on his bedroom door made Stiles jump back from her, sighing when he saw his dad standing there.

"Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight."

"Depends on how you define 'good news'." Stiles responded.

"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues."

"You might wanna rethink that definition." Stiles cringed a bit.

"Enough said. What about you, Y/n? Any good news for Deaton at least?"

"Yessir. A's and B's, a couple C's, and only minimal behavioral issues." She smiled.

"Good going." He left the room then and Stiles sighed again as he rewatched the video on Y/n's phone.

"Scott, where the hell are you?" He muttered.

After a while Y/n got a call from Alan asking where Scott was. When she told him she had no idea he asked if she could come in to help in Scott's place which she said yes to. "I gotta go to the Clinic." She told Stiles once she hung up.

"Do you need a ride?" Stiles asked.

She shook her head. "No, I'm good. Thanks anyway." She smiled at him as she gathered her stuff. "I'll see you later. And don't agonize too much over where Scott is, okay? He'll come around soon enough. The parent/teacher conference is tonight anyway, he has to be there." Stiles nodded and she gave him a wave as she left his room.

By the time Y/n got to the Clinic Alan had to leave for the school for the conference and he left her to lock up. She made sure the food and water was filled and that the Doberman had his medicine. She locked up the front door, but didn't leave the Clinic yet, opting to sit in the back room by herself for a while. She sat with her back against the wall, closing her eyes and leaning her head back with a sigh.

In this quiet back room, with only a few sounds from the animals in the other room, she could pretend for a while that nothing was wrong. Nothing bad was happening. There was no angry Alpha, no mysterious motives, no supernatural situations. She was just Y/n, a simple human girl in a simple town. But she wasn't human and nothing in Beacon Hills is ever simple.

Ch.06

[humanoidtyphoons]

answer me, my prince-esque hitsukarin would be so cute tho.

set during the timeskip, where toushirou and karin haven't met and become friends.

but essentially, urahara gives both toushirou and karin a box, telling them to write in them and a miracle might happen. this box allows them to write letters to each other, and it goes undetected by soul society security. the catch: it has to be handwritten!

and so, they unknowingly become penpals, and get to know each other intimately that way. revealing thoughts to each other that they wouldn't have said otherwise, at least at first.

maybe it's more gen/friendshippy, so it's an outlet for their stress at the start. this is how it begins, toushirou wishing he could confide in someone while he tries to repair his friendship with momo, and how to handle his guilt in stabbing her. karin deciding to close herself off, now that she's taken on ichigo's duties, but still wishing she could have a rukia like ichigo, so she feels less alone, bc she doesn't have a friend group like her big brother does, who can see supernatural things, and they don't want her in their fights against hollows. but she finds herself wishing she could talk to someone about these ghosts/hollows she talks to.

and in these letters, unfolds the snark and teasing, the gentle advice, and miscommunication from not understanding tone. the worry in being like. why aren't they responding tonight? did something happen? the looking forward to receiving the responses, the wishing that they could see the expression on each other's faces. to feeling understood, and laughing quietly at in-jokes. the almost writing i wish i could see you in person, and toushirou planning booked holiday leave eventually so he can visit her. the way they start off guarded, before realizing how it's freeing to open up to a stranger-turned-friend. to realize, belately, that they've fallen for each other when they haven't even seen each other.

there's a moment, they think, when they could exchange numbers, and hear each other's voices, and then, bc they're young and foolish, they resist that instinct, bc they've build up such a good letter writing rapport, that prefer they stick to the old fashioned format instead.

(and maybe matsumoto and yuzu sneak in and write some mischievous letters as well, hoping for some matchmaking to happen, bc whoever is on the other side of the box, well -- they're definitely making the person on this side happier. and they're curious!)

there's an awkward pause, when they finally meet, months after their first letter to each other, and things are... better for them. less of a issue. hinamori has recovered, and their friendship has healed; karin's come to terms with talking to ghosts, feels less burdened by taking up the mantle ichigo left for her. and they've told each other what they look like, said they'd wear specific items so it's impossible not to recognize each other. but then karin, says, jeez, there's no way you're a captain when you look like an elementary student! and toushirou snarks right back at her, you're a lot shorter than i expected too! and then suddenly, they're smiling and laughing, bc it's comfortable and familiar, everything sliding into place, and they just wonder why they didn't do this sooner?

so what was the miracle?, karin and toushirou ask urahara later, eating ice cream bc they only meant to stop by for a minute. miracle? urahara echoes, playing coy. what miracle? you two are a date, why are you asking me useless questions? go enjoy yourselves and be happy!

(we're not on a date! they reply, blushing, but they're not fooling anybody.)

[6rookie-writer0110]

Say Love

Hailee Steinfeld X Male Reader

Request - I have an other idea with Hailee Steinfeld and male reader, where reader is a football player and sometimes when he is training she go with him and support him and sometimes when she need cuddles he see that and let her hug him while he finish working out or when he plays video games she go between him and the control so she can cuddle

You are at football practice and you are the quarterback. Your girlfriend is sitting on the bleachers and she always supports you in everything. You have a lot on your plate of being a football player, going to class, and working. You like being a college student but sometimes it can be a lot to handle. Sometimes she would watch you at football practice and then wait for you when it was over.

Hailee kept watching you. Sometimes she would read a book or watch a movie on her phone because football practice can take a while to finish.

“Hey babe, how was the movie?” You asked.

She looked up from her phone and you are smiling at her.

“Wow that movie didn't feel like two hours,” Hailee said.

You grabbed her backpack and put it on your back. Hailee follows you to the car and she starts to talk about the movie. Then she asked you how was your day and you asked the same question to her. she is driving and she drives to a drive-thru and starts to order the food.

“Staying the night in my dorm room?” You asked.

“Yeah, if you want me to,” Hailee said.

“I will let you stay if you rub my shoulders” You smiled.

You and Hailee just laughed and she rolled her eyes at you. She paid for the food, she drives back to the campus.

-After eating dinner with your girlfriend. You lie on the bed shirtless, she gets on top of you and pours the lotion on your back. She begins to rub your back

“Oh my God... This feels so good babe” You said.

“Wow, your back feels so intense, babe,” Hailee said.

“If you stop, I will kick you out” You joked.

“Shut up, Y/n” Hailee laughed.

She rubbed your back for a while then she got off. You kissed her on the lips

“Thanks, babe” You smiled.

She kissed you back.

“Anytime” Hailee smiled.

You and Hailee helped each other do homework. Later, after finishing homework you and Hailee start to make out on the bed.

----

You don't have football practice today and you are happy about it. You are in your dorm room, playing video games with your online friends. Hailee has the spare key to your dorm room and she walked in, you didn't notice her just yet.

“Babe,” Hailee said.

She waved her hand in front of you. You paused the game and you kissed her on the lips.

“What’s wrong, babe you seem frustrated,” You said.

“How do you know? I didn't even tell you” Hailee said.

“Because your face expression says it all when you are feeling frustrated,” You said.

“Oh. Yeah, I'm having a bad day. I want to stay here” Hailee said.

“I wouldn't say no to you. I just washed my clothes” You said.

After doing the laundry, you just left your clothes on the bed. You didn't fold your clothes yet and Hailee looks for your favorite shirt of yours that she likes to wear.

You continue to play your game and Hailee changes clothes. While you are playing, she lifts your arms and got between you. You kissed her shoulder and you play for a little longer, you rest your chin on her shoulder.

“Okay, I'm done playing. Do you want to talk about what happened?” You asked.

“Babe, all-day has been a horrible day. I'm just glad it's over and you are here with me. And I swear my professor doesn't like me for some reason” Hailee said.

Hailee starts to help you fold your clothes. You lie in bed and she lies on top of you with the blanket. She kept talking about why her day was bad. After a while of you and Hailee talking, you two fell asleep and you have your arm around her.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You have a game tonight and Hailee went to support you. Each home game, she would wear your varsity jacket. She always cheers for you and takes pictures of you. Tonight's game is not going well for you. Because your team is losing by six points and you feel the pressure from your coaches.

You throw your helmet to the ground when the game was over. She waits for you in the car and she knows how to cheer you up.

“Babe, you tried your best” Hailee said.

She hugged you and you hug her back. She gently rubs your back and gave you a peck on the lips. She has her hand on your cheek.

“Y/n, you did your best. I know it sucks to lose, but I know the next game will be better than tonight. Y/n, you are not a failure” Hailee said.

“Thanks, babe,” You said.

You kissed her on the lips and you give her a small smile. She goes to your dorm and after a hot shower, you cuddle with Hailee in bed and watch a movie.

--

You have been working out for a while. You finished your workout, grabbed your duffle bag, and left the gym. Hailee is in your dorm room finishing her homework, you hug her back.

“Y/n, oh my God you are so sweaty,” Hailee said.

“I thought you are happy to see me” You smiled.

She laughed.

“You smell,” Hailee said.

“You love it,” You said.

You and Hailee laughed. You did grab your clothes and went to take a shower.

---

It's date night, you took Hailee to the movies. Now you and Hailee are going to play bowling, you did take a lot of pictures with her. You and Hailee start to play again, you won the first game and she wants a rematch. You and Hailee are having a good time together and making each other laugh.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 44: Hellhound

After Sam had gotten better, she was discharged and immediately went to see the sheriff who seemed to be awake a little better.

The older Stilinski smiled at the girl as she peeked in the room. "Hey, Sam.", he greeted. She smiled, happy to see him okay. "Hi.", she responded and came to sit next to him.

"I heard you got discharged. What happened?", the sheriff asked. Sam rubbed behind her neck. "Kinda got poisoned… and I was kinda sick for a while."

Noah's eyebrows furrowed. "How'd that happen?"

Sam frowned. "Theo."

His face changed to a disappointed expression. He knew he was affected by Theo's actions too, but he only hoped his kids didn't get hurt.

Sam noticed his silence and smiled. "I'm just glad you're okay. When I found out what happened, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help heal you, but my body wouldn't even let me move unless I needed to puke."

Noah's expression softened. "You don't have to worry about me, kiddo."

Sam's smile grew a bit more. 

Hours had passed and the boys had come back with Kira, along with the sheriff being discharged.

The teens met up with Stiles' dad. They had gotten news that someone had found a new group of dead bodies under the substation that the boys were at the other day.

They watched as nurses walked by with bodies in black bags on gurneys and brought them into the morgue.

"Who found them?", Stiles asked his dad. Despite the improvement on the sheriff's health, he still looked exhausted.

"Argent.", he replied. "And he said the Doctors were down there."

Sam frowned. "He also said you guys might know what this thing is." He trailed off. "They said that victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels."

"Hey," Scott said, "what if the Dread Doctors are hiding the bodies."

"Why would they do that?", Kira asked. The teens had updated her on everything that had previously happened after she left.

"Maybe they're covering for it.", Stiles suggested. He looked at Scott. "Protecting it as a parent would."

"Protecting what?", Sheriff asked.

"A werewolf," Scott replied.

"The Beast of Gevaudan.", Sam said. "Also known as the Beast," Kira added. The sheriff just looked at the kids, so confused.

"We know. Horrifying.", Stiles said.

"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish.", his dad said. "Because it looks like his dream is coming true."

The sheriff had the kids go to school after missing out on so much.

Suddenly, the PA system came on, "By order of the Sheriff, a county-wide curfew goes into effect tonight at sundown.", they heard, shocking the students. "All after-school activities are canceled until further notice. Students should go directly home at the end of the school day."

Their eyes widened as two cops with rifle guns walked past them in the hall and other students looked at them worryingly.

Sam and Scott saw Stiles talking to a cop and they quickly joined them. "You don't think this is a bit much in terms of firepower for a high school?", Stiles asked the deputy.

"Your Dad's the one that issued us these things," he said. "and he wouldn't officially say why."

Stiles looked at his friends with an annoyed expression. He couldn't blame the sheriff, though. He almost lost his job because he couldn't solve the murders caused by the supernatural issues. 

"Did he say anything unofficially?", Scott asked.

"No.", the deputy replied. "But everyone's got a theory."

"What's yours?", Stiles asked. "I shouldn't even be talking to you guys.", the deputy dismissed, ignoring Stiles' question. "Don't you have class?"

"Come on, Strauss," Stiles said. "What's your theory?" Strauss glanced over at the other two deputies standing at a distance before he leaned towards the teens and whispered.

"Do you guys believe in the supernatural?" The teens looked confused, feigning innocent curiosity.

Turns out that some of the cops suspected the incidents to be of supernatural occurrences.

The teen quickly dismissed the deputy, laughing it off before leaving the school. Sam followed Scott who found Liam. The supernatural boys looked at each other in surprise as they looked over towards a door.

"Is that it?", Sam asked them. Scott nods as they had found a door to a room that led to the Dread Doctors.

Scott took a breath as he slowly placed his hand on the handle. He slid the door open and they froze once they were faced with a gun pointed at them.

They let out a breath once they saw Chris. "Holy shit…", Sam muttered, a smile growing on her face in relief. 

Chris seemed relieved as well and placed back his gun into his belt. Scott suddenly frowned as he sniffed.

Chris caught on. "You didn't," Scott whispered.

"I had to," Chris replied. The teens peeked around Chris' shoulder and saw a familiar face.

Sam glared at Chris. "Really?" Who stood behind them was Chris' father, Gerard. He lost a lot of weight. He looked malnourished, and very pale.

"Hello, Scott. Samantha.", the older man greeted.

Sam growled and Scott's eyes turned red. "That's a new color on you, Scott.", Gerard said and looked at Sam. "Seems the bite kicked in as well."

"You want another one?", Sam threatened.

"Who's the old guy?", Liam asked. "Gerard.", Sam replied.

"At the moment," Gerard chuckled. "they would call me a necessary evil. But yes, my name is Gerard."

"What were you thinking?", Scott asked Chris.

Chris frowned. "That we need him."

"He's right.", Gerard agreed. "If you want to catch a werewolf-like the Beast of Gevaudan, you're going to need more than one Argent."

Scott looked at Sam and she sighed. This again. She hated using the Argents for their issues.

Chris stepped forward, "He knows all the stories. All the folklore. Everything is written and everything passed down."

Scott stepped forward as well. "You sure about this?"

Chris sighed, "Take a look." He motioned the teens to follow him. They walked into another room and saw a painting on the wall at the far end of the room.

They walked up to it. There was a drawing of two beasts attacking each other. One of them had flames coming out of its mouth and bright orange eyes.

That beast would be considered Parrish, but Scott wasn't sure. The other Beast looks like a giant werewolf, a bit bigger than the flame engulfed beast. Both had one of their arms up, ready to attack each other. The bigger beast had a hold on the smaller one and had his hand wrapped around its arm.

"The one on the right is the Beast of Gevaudan," Chris explained. He looked over at Scott and Sam. "Do you know what the other one is?"

They both shook their heads.

"The Hellhound," Gerard said. "The guardian of supernatural places. They're both creatures of the night. But you may know them as ordinary people during the day."

"And most likely neither of them knows what they are.", Chris added.

"Kinda like Jackson…", Sam muttered, making Scott look at her in realization.

"What is it?", Chris asked the boy.

"Stiles and I found a message in Latin…", Scott explained. "Damnatio Memoriae."

Chris's eyes widened as he looked back at his dad. "They want it to remember itself.", Gerard informed.

"That might give us time.", Chris said. "Time for what?", Liam asked, worried.

"To prevent this.", Chris replied as he stepped up to the painting. He placed his hands on the wall and lowered his head. Then he started kicking the walls and destroying the tiles as they hit the floor.

Sam frowned as she looked at the mural. Her eyes widened as she nudged Scott and pointed at it after Chris had finished.

The two beasts weren't just fighting. They were fighting on top of a pile of dead bodies in a field. Chris stepped back as they all just stared at the drawing in shock.

"Who are they?", Liam asked. "Us.", Sam replied. "It's all of us."

Liam looked at Sam and Scott in panic. Immediately, Scott started to talk with Chris to figure out how they would stop the Beast.

However, Sam tuned them out as her ears were filled with sounds of distant screams and growling. Her heart raced as she stepped towards the painting and held her hand out to touch it.

The moment she touched the painting, she was now in the lacrosse field. There were people running around and screaming, tumbling over dead bodies and scattering.

She turned and saw the Beast standing in the middle of the field and growling loudly.

She frowned as a bright orange light caught her attention. Once she turned around, her eyes widened to see Parrish engulfed in flames.

Parrish walked up to the girl, a blank look plastered on his face. "Death is coming.", he muttered and she took in a gasp, her vision coming back to the Dread Doctors operating room.

She let out a sigh, as Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. "What did you see?", Scott asked.

"The lacrosse field…dead bodies…and the beast. I'm starting to think this is gonna come true.", she said, looking at the painting and pulled out her phone to take a picture.

Gerard and Chris exchanged a look of understanding.

The next day, Sam rushed to the Sheriff's station. She had to get answers. Parrish was the hellhound? How? Why?

Once she got in, she made her way to Parrish's desk while he was looking over some papers.

"Can we talk for a sec?", she asked the deputy. Parrish looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Jordan, this is serious.", she said, frowning. His eyes widened and he stood up, motioning her to follow him, and she did just that. "What's wrong?", he asked.

"Well… you wouldn't happen to have any type of apocalyptic dreams, would you? No dead bodies at the school? No beast on the lacrosse field?", she asked.

He looked at the girl with wide, confused eyes and shook his head. "No, why?"

She sighed. What did that vision mean then? Was it wrong? Was he not the hellhound?

She took out her phone and showed him the picture of the painting. "Look, this is you and the Beast fighting each other."

He looked at the picture with furrowed eyebrows. "When I touched it, I saw the Beast standing on the Lacrosse field. There were screams and people running away and then you showed up in flames. Saying something about death is coming."

His eyes widened, "Does anybody else know about this?"

Sam shook her head, "I figured I'd just go straight to the source."

He frowned and looked at the picture then back at her. "Why would I say "death is coming" ?"

Sam shrugged, "I've got no clue either."

It wasn't good. Parrish had no idea and they were back to being frustrated with not knowing the beast's next move.

Malia came back with Deaton and Braeden after battling her mother.

Apparently Deaton had been captured and held hostage this entire time. It was relieving news that he was back and safe.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large…something.", the trip heard Hayden's sister say.

"I've got eyes on the same thing.", another deputy said. "Unit Six to Dispatch. We have a situation downtown."

The teens felt their nervousness wave in the jeep.

"Multiple fatalities."

"Copy, medics on the way.", another deputy answered.

Deaths already. This wasn't supposed to happen… 

"Do you have a perp insight, Unit Six?"

"10-4," Dispatch replied, "can you say what kind of animal?"

"Some kind of rabid animal."

Hayden's sister's voice came through, "Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

 "Looks like a 10 91E.", they hear.

Sam gave Stiles a raised eyebrow. Stiles shook his head. "Animal attack." She nodded in understanding.

Stiles grabbed the radio and pressed the button, "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

The teens jumped, hearing Stiles' dad on the line. "Stiles, get off the radio." His dad replied angrily. "All units alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning off Oakridge southbound on Beachwood.", they heard Hayden's sister say.

"All units, this is dispatch.  We've got a 911 call with additional sightings on Mitchell. This thing is either moving fast, or split in two."

Sam frowned. How fast was this thing moving? "Wait a second." Stiles spoke up. "Beachwood to Mitchell?"

"It's headed for the hospital…", Sam said in realization. 

Stiles quickly took the radio and spoke into it, "Dad."

"Stiles, get off of this channel.", the sheriff fussed. 

"Dad, just listen to me, okay? It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial." Scott's eyes widened. Melissa was working tonight.

Stiles pressed in panic. "You hear me? It's headed for the hospital.", he repeated, speeding up.

Scott hurriedly called his mother and she quickly answered.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?", Melissa asked. "You gotta evacuate the hospital, now!", Scott replied. "Okay, they're making an–" 

She stayed silent. Then all of a sudden, sirens went off. "I think Dispatch just called in." 

She hung up. The trio all looked at each other in despair.

"Need eyes on Parrish.", they heard the sheriff once more. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

The dispatcher's voice spoke, "All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running."

Parrish. 

"Clark, disregard.", Sheriff Stilinski said and the teens sighed in relief.

The trio quickly ran into the hospital after arriving and looked around. They jumped at the sound of a cocked gun and turned around to see Stiles' dad. 

Sam frowned as she looked at the gun he held. "That's not gonna do it.", she muttered and froze as she felt a heavy presence moving around in the hospital.

The beast was already here.

Shit.

They stayed silent as they heard a thud and a growl.  They looked above them, hearing the growls get louder.

Sam tried to detect which floor the beast was on and who else was there. There were other people up there. Patient, doctor or otherwise.

"Fourth floor.", she muttered and led them up to the fourth floor.

Once they arrived, they saw flames in lighting up in certain areas of the hallways. That was definitely Parrish's work.

The hallway lights flashed and dimmed, causing a difficulty with seeing things clearly.

The sheriff stepped in front of the teens, holding up his gun and looking around as he led them down the hallways.

Just as they were about to turn a corner, a huge fireball flew past them. They looked to see where the source of the thrown ball had come from and saw Parrish being thrown back into a wall, his flames quickly dying out.

Parrish looked back at them, his eyes sparkling a bright orange. He was wounded. He had three large, deep claw marks on his chest.

His eyes slowly dimmed out as he began to fall into unconsciousness.

The sheriff walked over towards Parrish with Sam following behind him. Parrish's eyes were open, just blank. "Parrish? Are you okay? Deputy!", the sheriff exclaimed, calling the young deputy. Parrish awakened and looked at Sheriff Stilinski.

Parrish looked at both the sheriff and Sam in confusion as his body quickly healed. Her eyes widened. She didn't know he could do that…

Now he just looked dirty.

Sam looked back at Scott and Stiles, getting up and following them. Scott's attention was focused on the floor and Sam followed his gaze. A large bloody paw print was plastered on the floor. It had to have come from the beast.

However, the large bloody paw prints turned into smaller bloody footprints. Scott and Sam raised an eyebrow at each other.

Who was the beast?

[junipercreeps]

I sat cross-legged in front of the mirror of my wide-open wardrobe. My bathrobe hung loosely over my shoulders, and in front of me lay the empty packaging of a headache tablet I had borrowed from the room next door. The girl had eyed me sceptically and asked which dorm I came from – when I told her I had moved in right next to her, she seemed quite surprised.

June, the Invisible.

That's what Grace used to call me. Grace, the one the student mentioned who was supposed to ask me those horribly intimate questions. My former best friend. The person I used to confide in about everything until I turned seventeen.

Grace Gilbert.

I examined my reflection in the half-darkness. My knees peeked out from under the bathrobe; they were scratched, and bruises were slowly forming on my skin. Exactly where I had been bumped or lay on the hard stone.

My jogging clothes lay in a small pile next to me. I looked down at them wearily and felt an overwhelming urge to cry. This powerlessness. The way they just kidnapped me and asked me these questions. Why did I always trade one horror for another? When would it finally end?

I was cold, but I wasn't trembling. I stuffed my dirty clothes into a laundry bag and sat back on my bed. I wouldn't have gotten much further over the next few minutes if it hadn't been for a soft knock on my door.

Out of reflex, I slipped my arms into my bathrobe and tied it tightly around my naked body. I looked sceptically at the door, but when it knocked again, I finally got up and stopped just short of the door handle. My hand was only a few millimetres away. My heart was pounding like crazy, and that was after I had successfully calmed myself down over the past few hours.

"Who's there?" I asked, pressing my ear close to the door, curious about who would come to my room so late at night. After all, no one here knew me.

"Alaric."

The name meant nothing to me.

"I don't know you," I said a bit louder.

"You don't know anyone. I'm here to check on you. Audrey sent me."

My heart sank into my stomach. Samuin. Couldn't they just leave me alone for tonight? I put my cold hand on the door handle and opened my bedroom door just a crack.

Standing outside my door was a young man, probably almost six feet tall, with black hair. He looked like a typical heartthrob to me. Someone I had often seen at polo tournaments.

He examined me closely. From my hairline down to my toes, but he didn't enter my room without permission, although he took a cursory glance into the darkness from where I had just come.

"You look terrible," he said quietly.

"You're the guy from the ritual," I replied, ignoring his comment. He was the one who had asked me the three questions. I would never forget that voice. "We don't discuss Samuin publicly."

"Ah, I see," I replied.

He chuckled and reached into his pocket. In the hand he extended to me, there was a single tablet, still in its small blister pack.

"For the headache," he said when I hesitated to take the medication. This time, I scrutinized him. His dark hair and eyelashes, his bright blue eyes, and the expensive clothing he wore. Even though he appeared casual, I recognized every brand.

On one of his fingers, I noticed the underside of a silver ring. I placed my hand on his and, instead of taking the tablet, I held his hand firmly and turned it over with my palm.

With his hand now on top, I looked directly at the signet ring he was wearing. A rune and an ornate B – almost like an old coat of arms.

"Blyton," he said, unasked, and I nodded as I slowly withdrew my fingers from beneath his, now inspecting the tablet.

"Tramadol?" I asked in disbelief.

"Probably works better than your aspirin, right?"

Of course, he knew that too. I didn't give him an answer but was immediately distracted when a door across from my room opened; a girl gently pushed another girl out, both grinning. They winked at us while they shared a goodnight kiss.

As I waited for the girls to finish, Alaric continued to scrutinize me. "Can I come in?"

My attention returned to him.

"No," I said immediately and gripped the door handle tightly.

"Too bad. We'll see each other in the coming days, June. Good night."

And just like that, Alaric left. I glanced at the girls one last time, who were still busy, and then quickly closed my door.

My heart was pounding, along with the pain in my head. What had my parents gotten me into here?

When I took the tablet to the bathroom, I briefly considered not taking it. But I really wanted to sleep and knew the headache probably wouldn't let me rest. So, I removed it from the blister pack, placed it on my tongue, and took a sip of water straight from the tap.

I hadn't turned on the light in the bathroom, and when I looked up again, directly into the mirror above my sink, I nearly screamed in shock.

In front of me wasn't my completely drained reflection; instead, I saw the outlines of an old woman with a contorted face.

June.

I stumbled backward and practically slammed my hands on the light switch. My mirror was empty; there was no woman to be seen. When I carefully stepped back in front of my sink, I was only me.

My wide brown eyes, which were now wide in fear. My deep, dark eye bags and my still-wet hair from my shower earlier.

June.

I flinched at the sound of my name, my hands tingling, and I looked down at them. But those weren't my hands. They were the hands of an old woman, scarred and wrinkled. Tattooed with runes and symbols from another time. The skin was dry and cracked. There was blood on her fingers.

And then I couldn't hold it back any longer. I screamed.

[epitomees]

Name: Hanamura Yosuke

Your age: 18

Your perfect date: Anything that doesn’t involve me being sweaty. Seriously, the sweatiness of sports isn’t my lifestyle.

Make out in public or private: You know, I really don’t think you’re that kind of person! I don’t mean to like, offend you if it did, but really, I don’t see you being the type to deliver sloppy kisses.

Do you like to cuddle?: Sure? You don’t really seem like a cuddlebug...

Tell me something about you: I like music? Not enough to pursue it as my major, it could work as a minor, but I like it enough. You probably wouldn’t believe it, but I have decent English thanks to all the “Western” songs I listen to. I don’t think you’d need a tutor for that at all, but maybe we could watch movies or listen to English songs and improve? You might need it in case you travel internationally for work or something.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: I’m just going to say it outright. I want to be your Valentine because I like you, Naoto. And don’t try to brush this off as a friendship type of love. I’m talking about the romantic type of like. You invade my thoughts at least once a day and ever since I figured it out, my life hasn’t known peace! I have to dodge questions from my parents and Teddie! You’re the culprit of this little case, Detective Shirogane, and only you can stop your own crimes!

But seriously I really like you and I guess if you wanna like date me that’s cool but if not that’s also cool now okay i better deliver this before i feel so embarrassed and ashamed that I—

A  VALENTINE’S  APPLICATION. 

The day passed without much unnecessary attention. Just as expected. Going unnoticed and under the radar of many other Yasogami students proved to side well with the young detective. No irrelevant gifts of affection, hollow words confessing a person's deeper feelings, nothing pertaining to a manufactured holiday meant for large retailers' sales source. Why bother recognizing a consumer celebration for the purpose of professing unrequited love towards another individual?

It's useless. Not to mention, any day could be recognized as such. Why follow society's standards of containing something potentially life-changing to a single day. It's stupid. Useless, and stupid.

After vacating the school grounds, before being drawn in to the lovesick disease spreading over the student body, Naoto made way towards Junes. Grandpa requested a few ingredients for dinner tonight, along with a small replenishment of their kitchen spices. A simple, short trip. In and out, then the rest of the day passed peacefully without any trivial gift-giving. Teddie was seen handing out small cups of sample food, and Yosuke suddenly...flailing aggressively towards her general direction. Something must have flabbergasted him since he didn't speak a word to the girl, or explain why he shoved a piece of paper in her hands.

He left without Naoto asking a single question. Strange.

If it was so important why scamper and run without giving a reason? Odd behavior, increased sweating, heaved breaths...a number of possibilities led to Yosuke's erratic etiquette. The note, perhaps?

Most of the food court's seats appeared vacant, albeit lingering Yasogami students treating their 'significant other' to the cheap steak. Typical. She took a seat farther away from most others, while taking her time to even out the crumpled edges of Hanamura's letter. It read more legibly, but of course...it...it was something she hoped wouldn't ever be given to her...

This was a confession. Or perhaps, one of those friend applications many teenagers participated in around the holiday. Not something of her interest, but if Hanamura took the time to fill this out just for her...why bother throwing it away before reading its contents? Afterwards, just in case he approached her for further inquiries. Her eyes scanned each ledger, as if this were another police report or evidence document. Only important words stuck, but not many were necessarily important on this paper. Except...

'You’re the culprit of this little case, Detective Shirogane, and only you can stop your own crimes!'

It's meaningless, or should be, yet Naoto kept reading it over. Twice, three times now...and each one built up a knot constricting inside her stomach. It wasn't present before she took her seat, neither when Hanamura rushed in a beeline for her general position. Now, however, it was different. It was new, yet still painful. It settled uncomfortably. But on top of it, it felt exciting too.

Why...? Why did a simple sentence make her feel so tight? So...breathless, even?

Enough contemplation. The more Naoto muddled over the statement, along with the additionally invitation at the bottom, the more confusing these matters appeared. Dinner time quickly approached. Grandpa expected her arrival home before sunset. She rather continue this internal debate somewhere out of the public eye...and perhaps, farther away from the source of this turmoil.