#but walking in and not necessarily being pushed out or anything like everyone was nice and i got what i needed

[squishious]

sometimes u walk into a situation and feel so deeply lonely

[astronomoney]

bookends, bestfriends, deadends

Pairing + WC: Jason Grace x reader, 1.6k Warnings: slow burn, once again and as always with my love Jason this is NOT canon-compliant, Jason may be a tiny bit ooc but I tired Summary: In the months between saving Hera and setting sail for New Rome, Jason finds himself making a friend Authors note: ok, y’all, here’s the deal; I took a nap and woke up with an idea, so I started writing; then I realized I needed set up, so I wrote this. Now I have a full fic that doesn’t include my original idea, so I will have to make pt: 2, but at least it’s already almost all the way written

Camp was far too busy this year; even for the off-season, it felt like there were campers everywhere. With all the bustle, it was hard to find a moment of peace. That’s why you’d taken to the woods that day. Following the path you’d walked a million times to a little outcrop of ruins not far from the beach, deep enough to not be disturbed. You’d taken a thick blanket and draped it over a vaguely couch-shaped block of stone ages ago to use as a reading nook. It was calm and peaceful and empty, usually.

This time, when you got close enough to see your little piece of peace, there was already someone there. A blonde boy with a scar on his lip sitting on your faux couch and squinting at the book in his hand. Jason Grace. Of course, you knew who he was, everyone knew of him and Piper and Leo, all working to get ready for the next great prophecy. 

Sneaking up on a former Roman soldier didn’t seem like the best plan, so you’d spoken out. “Guess this place isn’t so secret after all,” geez, what an opener.

Jason looked up with a start and got to his feet before you could say anything else. “Hi, hey, sorry, is this your spot? I wasn’t sure who’s it was, so I stayed to read some. I can go.” 

“Oh no, please, you don’t have to,” you were quick to put up your hands and stop him from leaving. You two hadn’t necessarily talked before, but he had always seemed nice at meals and campfires, if not a little awkward. “You were here first. I can leave if you want to be alone.”

Jason paused, it seemed he was actually taking you in now, noticing the book in your hand, Don Quixote as opposed to the copy of War and Peace he held. “I don’t mind company,” he offered you a small nervous smile, it was so pure you had to just stare at it for a second before responding. 

“Neither would I,” you finally said, returning the smile. You walked over and sat down tucking your legs under you and leaving plenty of room for Jason to sit on the other side. 

He joined and read next to you for what felt like both hours and minutes. Two days later, you had beaten him there, so when he arrived, you smiled and scooted to the left, giving him room again on your right. Over the next month, you crossed paths at the ruins what must have been a dozen times. There was never much conversation; it was more of a silent agreement to enjoy each other’s company, and each day, the distance between your shoulders seemed to get ever so slightly smaller. 

After a while, you got comfortable being directly next to him. Your shoulders would brush each time Jason moved to turn the page, and you couldn't help but notice how warm and strong he was. Silent meetings became small discussions about your current read, which turned into talks about other books you’d recommend to each other, which eventually morphed into a solid friendship. You would invite him to eat with your cabin since he had no one else at his. He would update you on the progress of the ship and the quest, you even got to know the other campers involved. 

Over the next few months, your lives became completely intertwined. You spent most of your day with each other. You watched him train for the quest, pushing his limits in sparring sessions until he was too exhausted to do much of anything. You would drag him out to your spot in the woods on days when he’d gotten so focused he had to be forced to take a break. You’d even tried to help him get some memories back. He would eat with you, read with you, help you with whatever chores you had around camp, anything to spend more time with together. 

He was the first person you turned to when you had something to say. He was the only one who remembered which campfire songs were your favorites or which books you’d reread depending on your mood. You cared about him so deeply, and you weren’t even sure how you’d come to feel so much in so little time. You truly hadn’t realized how much you needed him around you until you thought about just how soon he’d be leaving.

Of course, he would go back to Camp Jupiter; you knew that. This was never meant to be permanent; you were sure he missed his old life, his old friends, his old home. But part of you, somewhere in the deepest, most selfish part of your heart, wanted him to stay. You wanted him to forget about Rome, and Jupiter, and the quest. You wanted him to stay here with the strawberry fields and the books and the beach and with you. You wanted him to forget his sense of duty to a place that never cared and stay with someone who would give their whole heart away just to see him be happy for a moment longer. It was a feeling that filled you with guilt every time it crossed your mind.

It had occupied your thoughts nearly the entire day when Jason came to your cabin that evening. He knocked on the door until one of your siblings answered, and they called you over, muttering something about stupid and lovesick and so annoying that you hadn’t totally caught. 

You stepped onto the porch and closed the cabin door, leaving Jason and you alone in the dim light of the setting son. He was handsome as ever, a fact that you had resolved not to dwell on; plenty of people found their closest friends to be stunningly beautiful, it wasn’t a big deal. 

In fact, it was totally normal for someone to notice exactly when their best friend had skipped their usual haircut and started letting the military style grow or how their eyes exploded with color when the sun hit them just right. And, of course, there was no deeper reason for why you would pick up on every scrape or bruise he’d gotten from training. You were just hyper-observant, never mind that it only applied to one person.

As you took him in, scanning for the weariness you so often saw and he so often dismissed, you noticed more than anything how nervous he was. “What’s up?”

“Hey, um, I just wanted to, well.” He took a deep breath and let his words spill out a mile a minute. He told you that the Argo II would be ready to fly any day now. He told you how they were going to find Percy and how the first place they were going to check was New Rome. He brought up his old life, a life he wanted to remember, a life he thought he would remember when he got back there. These were all things you’d know and that filled you with dread, but you let him talk without interrupting. His rambling soon turned to a topic you haven’t expected, it turned to you. He told you how important you were to him, how much you’d helped him adjust to life at camp, and how much he appreciated everything you’d done for him. 

As he went on and on, you felt your heart begin to pound. The way he was talking lit a spark inside your gut, and the borderline desperation in his voice made you dare to hope. The emotion in his eyes made you think maybe, just maybe, he felt the same kind of connection that you felt with him. You could tell it was going somewhere important, somewhere that made him nervous and hopefully at the exact same time.

“I guess I just realized while we were planning in the bunker,” he began to close in on his point. “How important you are to me, and I can’t imagine what it’d be like without you. You can say no of course, it’s a lot to ask of anyone but,” he took another breath. “Do you want to come with me to New Rome?”

That wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. The funny feeling in your gut shifted and morphed, flashing through disappointment for a brief moment. As Jason waited for an answer, you had to process exactly what he’d asked. Going back to New Rome meant he was going back to his old life, a fact you were all too aware of, but now, maybe you didn’t have to lose him to it. He still wanted you by his side. He still wanted you to be a part of his life.

“Yes,” you finally replied. “Yes, of course, I’ll go,” you watch the relief wash over him, his nerves visibly dispersing as one of the widest smiles you’d ever seen etched itself across his face. 

In the next moment, he wrapped his arms around you. It was a bone-crushing hug that squeezed the air from your lungs, and you wrapped your own arms around him as tightly as you could. “You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he whispered to you as you tried to stop your heart from exploding. This wasn’t how you wanted it, but at least for now, this would be enough.

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There's pt1 :) part two is almost done already because I wrote most of it before I even started all this, but what I can say, the keyboard got away from me. let me know if any of y'all want to be tagged in pt2 or in my general Jason taglist.

[differenteagletragedy]

I have been replaying Baxter's route in Our Life and analyzing it like I'm in English 101 (shout out to @meowzilla93 for listening to the unedited version of my rambles lol) and I've only played one moment so far (extra lol) but there are may thoughts.

-- Please play Hang first before Sightseeing if you haven't, doing things in this order is my truth and maybe it could be yours too! If you do it this way, then it's like you meet Baxter, he's a charming little weirdo and you exchange numbers and then the gang is going to the beach one day, so you can invite the new guy!

-- If you are feeling forward or nice or just have a big crush on him already (totally fair of you tbh), then you can invite him over to your room before you head down to the shore to get an extra hang in.

-- Before this, he was looking at you as maybe a potential fling, nbd, but if you are nice enough to not only include him in your plans but also to invite him into your home and also your ROOM? Well, that's pretty special, isn't it? And Baxter likes to feel special.

-- Ok listen, PLEASE don't try to convince this guy to get in his swimsuit and get in the ocean. I get it, I get it, but he is so surprised and happy if you just accept that he has a fear and tell him that he doesn't need to push himself, it's totally fine with you and not a dealbreaker. If you pick this option, then it's the one that makes him "crack his guard" for a moment, and he'll thank you sincerely instead of saying something jokey or flirty.

-- Because of this I think that he's used to people pushing boundaries with him, so much that he's surprised you DON'T do that. Not that he would think MC is being mean or insensitive if they do ask him to try the ocean, there's obviously not any sort of mean-spirited option there. But boy does he like just being fully accepted as is.

-- ALSO if you don't get him to go change, he waits for you downstairs while you do and you catch him smiling gently at a picture of you when you were a kid on the beach. Guy has got it bad already.

-- If you don't get him to change, then you can see that he's wearing little heels, and if that's not everything then what is

-- When you get to the beach, please tell him again that there's nothing wrong with being scared of the ocean. If you do, then "the tension in his face gradually softened when the 'but' he was waiting for never came." He is waiting for everyone to tell him that he's doing something wrong in some way. You gotta be Baxter's hype person, MC.

-- Ok so then everything happens, but if you play Hang first the way nature intended, then it all happens with Baxter as a crush instead of as your suitor for the summer. And that doesn't necessarily mean anything, but if you like a slower burn then that's an option!

-- He'll still put his arm around you and give you a little snuggle at the fireworks and tell you you look amazing even if you're not dating. Adorable.

-- Oh and if you aren't already dating then you get to hold his hand and walk through the sprinklers and pretend like it's raining, he's such a goof.

[effloradox]

me!; peter parker.

track sixteen of LOVER

pairing: tom holland!peter parker x gn!reader

synopsis: the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate

word count: 2.4k

From what you’ve heard, New York City isn’t that different in colour than it is in black and white. When you’re deep in the city and the skyscrapers are towering over you, the seas of blacks, whites, and greys that you can see doesn’t really affect anything. You’ve met people in the past that lived by the sea or in the country when the lack of colour is more prominent, but you consider yourself lucky that in a city it’s not that big of a deal. Sure it would be nice to be able to see the colour of your mother’s favourite flowers or appreciate the blue of a summer sky when there’s not a cloud to be seen, but it’s not necessarily impractical for you to not be able to see colours.

That doesn’t mean that a part of you doesn’t ache when yet another one of your friends sends an excited message to your group chat that she’s met her soulmate. You smile at the message and send the appropriate messages of congratulations but it’s a wistful smile more than anything, and it fizzles out the good morning you’d been having. The number in your group that haven’t met your soulmate yet is dwindling, and sometimes it’s hard to feel like you’re not being left behind. You know that you’ll meet your soulmate when the universe decides it’s time but you’re starting to feel the edges of frustration growing in your subconscious. You went through both middle and high school without meeting your soulmate, and now you’re in your second year of college, it’s starting to feel like the universe is just toying with you.

You finish the remains of your lukewarm coffee before saving the assignment you’d forgotten you were working on and shut your laptop down. The warm atmosphere of the coffee shop you’d been residing in seems to have dulled slightly at the news, and you’re more in the mood now to go and throw a mini pity party for yourself than worry about your communications assignment. You’re quick to gather all your belongings and load them into your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder as you make your way to the exit. You throw a quick smile at the baristas as you walk through the door onto the crowded street outside. It's almost spring and the warmth in the air seems to have brought everyone outside as you try to make your way through the crowd to the nearest subway station to get home.

It's the sound of a scream that makes everyone stop around you. Attacks in New York are sadly all too common so people quickly start to move on, hoping to avoid whatever maniac in a suit is causing chaos today. You manage half the walk home before the sound of something crashing into a building just down the street really sends people into a panic. You find yourself struggling to move forward as people become more erratic at getting away before they get hurt, and it feels like for every step forward you manage, people shoving past you pushes you five steps back. It finally seems to clear in front of you and it doesn’t occur to you to worry why that is, just that you should try and keep moving and get away from whatever is going on around you. It’s only when you hear a woman scream that you turn just in time to see a huge block of cement flying through the air and heading in your direction.

In what you're going to later categorise as a very uncharacteristic moment, you find yourself freezing in place at the danger in front of you. It's only a blur of grey and an arm wrapping around your waist that jolts you from your mind as you're pulled into the air and away from the slab of concrete that definitely would've killed you if it had been given the chance to make contact with your body. It takes your brain a good few seconds to process what's happening to you as you feel solid ground back underneath your feet and the arm is removed from your side. You’re vaguely aware of someone speaking to you but your brain isn’t quite caught up and it’s all you can do to not collapse as your legs start to shake as what just happens begins to settle in your mind. The words being spoken to you start to become clearer as the fog slowly lifts from your brain.

“Hey miss, are you okay? Can you hear me?” You finally feel like you’re able to open your eyes without throwing up and it’s all you can do to let out a groan of discomfort. When you finally look up to see the person who pulled you from certain doom, your first thought is that you didn’t think you’d ever get this close to the masked vigilante that’s been swinging around New York for the last few years. That thought is immediately shut down though, when colours start to bloom into your vision, starting with the deep red of his mask and bleeding out into everything else in your vision. He seems equally startled by the revelation, stumbling back from you slightly as if he’d been burned. “Oh my god.”

“You can say that again.” The two of you continue staring at each other, or at least you’re staring at him. The mask makes it difficult to tell if he’s staring at you but you have a feeling that he is. You can also tell that he’s panicking slightly about the situation that’s just unfolded in front of you both.

“You just almost died!” He takes one of your hands from your side and it’s only then that you notice how much you’re shaking. You can’t tell if it’s from finally meeting your soulmate or if it’s from the near death experience and you decide to chalk it up to both. “What’s your name?” The voice is softer now, quieter now he seems to have reassured himself that you’re physically okay.

“(Y/N). I’m assuming I can’t ask you yours?” Spiderman shakes his head slightly, and the shifting of the vibrant red hurts your eyes slightly as you still find yourself adjusting to being able to see colours.

“I have to go and stop Scorpion, but I promise I’ll find you. Is there anywhere I can meet you when this is over?”

“I’m meant to have a class later. I study journalism and communications at NYU.” Your soulmate lets out a noise of consideration at your words.

“What class do you have later?”

“Journalism 301.” He seems to contemplate something for a moment before speaking again.”

“I have that class too. I’ll meet you on the benches outside the building.” You step back at his words, and when you speak confusion is heavy in your tone.

“You’re a student?”

“If these guys with masks keep attacking during my classes I might struggle to graduate but for now my GPA is holding enough for me to stay a student, yeah. I have to go before I lose Scorpion but meet me after class later?”

“Will I know who you are?”

“I’m not sure. I guess we’ll find out later huh?” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and turning around, jumping up and sending a web towards a building to pull himself into the sky. Some passers-by run over to you as he swings away, checking that you’re physically unharmed, and then you’re being walked to the nearest subway station by a friendly older woman who wouldn’t hear of you making the five minute walk by yourself. She only leaves your side as you step onto your train, thanking her for what must be the tenth time in five minutes.

The journey back to your dorm is silent, and you’re relieved that your roommate isn’t there so you can take some time to process what’s happened. It’s nice to see your dorm as most other people see it, a multitude of colours all over the walls and the pictures of you and your friends in colour. You cringe slightly at some of the pictures from a few years ago, back when none of you could see colour and you’d all refused to let your parents tell you what colours you were wearing. You make a mental note to call your mom and berate her for letting you walk around in an outfit with such clashing colours before falling back onto your bed.

When you make it to your journalism class, you can barely focus. You take a seat at the back of the class, and you barely make any notes, too busy watching every guy in the class to see if any of them look over to you more than just for fleeing glances. When your professor announces that the class is over, you’re slow to pack up your things and you’re one of the last to walk out. When you walk out of the building, there’s only one person sitting on the benches, and he’s not facing you but you know who it is. The familiar mop of curly hair gives away your soulmate’s identity and you freeze in place. Peter Parker is Spiderman? You walk towards him, only slowing when he turns to face you.

“Hey (Y/N). I’m-“

“Peter Parker.” You see a flash of surprise on his face when you say his name before him.

“You know who I am?”

“You’re like the smartest guy in our class Peter, everyone knows who you are.” The small flush of pink on his cheeks as you compliment him is sweet, even if you were being sincere.

“I figured we could talk? About everything that happened today?” You give him a slow nod, watching as he jumps to his feet, pulling his backpack in front of him and opening it. He’s quick to pull out a small bouquet of flowers, a mix of yellow and pink flowers, and hold them out towards you. “I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked so the florist suggested these.” His nervousness is endearing and you can’t not smile at the gesture.

“They’re lovely, thank you Peter.”

"I guess we have a lot to talk about huh? Do you, uh, wanna grab a coffee? My treat?"

"Coffee sounds great. I'll buy though, I owe you for saving my life after all." It surprises you that the walk to the coffee shop is filled with conversation, like you’ve known Peter for years. It’s almost uncanny the way you seem to finish each other's sentences and are on a similar wavelength. It’s even stranger that you realise that you’ve shared a number of classes in the past few years, and how the two of you have never run into each other before feels like a mean twist of fate, to have him so close and yet so far away.

The two of you spend six hours sitting in the coffee shop talking about anything and everything. The time passes without either of you properly realising and it’s with an almost embarrassing lack of awareness that one of the baristas has to ask you to leave because they’ve reached closing time and you’re both still there. You spend the walk back to campus laughing about it, poking fun at each other for it. It’s even stranger when you work out that your dorm buildings are practically next to each other. You both decide to head up to his dorm since Peter doesn’t have a roommate so you can talk about everything that can’t be discussed in a public setting, or at least somewhere with prying ears. You’re vaguely glad you’re not going back to your dorm, you’d left it in something of a state before leaving this morning and hadn’t felt mentally up to tidying after almost dying and meeting your soulmate in the same event.

Peter’s dorm is small but cosy, decorated with pictures of him with his friends and an older woman whom you’re assuming is a relative. You can’t help but smile at how happy he looks, and a part of you is so excited to meet all these people that he holds most dear to him. You try not to make it too obvious how you’re trying to absorb everything about Peter but when you look at him and see the fond smile on his face you know you’ve been caught. He invites you to sit on his bed whilst he pulls the chair out from under his desk and turns it so he can face you. It’s the first time you’ve had a moment of pure silence between you since you met after class and it seems like neither of you are sure who should go first. You decide it should be you to speak first.

“So, are we going to speak about this afternoon?”

“Yeah, I guess we should. Are you sure you’re okay?” You break the eye contact you were holding, eyes shifting down to the floor as you think about how today could have ended. You could’ve died today. You’re lucky that Peter had been there to save you, the whole thing still doesn’t feel real.

“I think so? I mean I don’t think it’s hit me yet? Not properly anyway.” Peter nods at your admission, a look of understanding on his face.

“That’s understandable.”

“Thank you for saving me. I completely froze when I saw that concrete coming at me and I just…I dunno, thank you.” You’ve noticed that Peter gets bashful whenever you compliment him and you make a mental note to keep doing so, he’s clearly not used to receiving praise for what he does, probably because of his need to stay anonymous.

“I was just doing my job.” His humility is clearly a knee-jerk reaction to any and all attempts to credit him for just how much he’s doing to keep the people of this city alive and safe, and you make it a personal mission to spend every day of the rest of your lives together making sure he knows he’s amazing.

“Your job is incredible. To do all of that on your own whilst being a full time student? I don’t know how you do it.” You gesture for him to join you on his bed and, when he does, you take one of his hands into your own. He seems to melt into your touch and it’s in that moment you know that this is exactly where you’re meant to be and exactly who you’re meant to be with.

[ravencoloredroses]

All That Matters

Nyx x Reader (Eris’ daughter)

Summary: Nyx and Eris’ daughter have known each other their whole lives. With a new alliance forming between the Autumn Court and the Night Court, their hatred towards each other will be challenged as they are forced to grow closer.

Word Count: 6,445

Warning: Swearing

A/N: request by anonymous: “Nyx and Eris' daughter!!!! Idk why but the idea of it is just so exciting for me. Since there dads are friendly (kinda) high lords they've known and seen each other around alot but are enemies to lovers” I love these characters so much! I might make another story with them… something like romeo and juliet maybe??

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The last time my father wanted to see me in his office was when I was being sent away to boarding school. I’m not as naive as I was back then, but I know that whatever he has to tell me, I will have little to no say in. That's how it’s always been and always will be.

Being the only daughter to the High Lord of the Autumn Court, I’m widely considered a spoiled brat who gets everything she asks for, which isn’t necessarily false. But people don’t realize, or don’t even want to realize, that every decision is made for me. What I wear, what I eat, how I talk, how much I talk, what events I go to and who I’m allowed to be seen with.

My older brother is the heir, the golden child, he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants without anyone questioning anything. It pisses me off and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

I take a few deep breaths to try and calm my nerves, emphasis on try, then push open the office door. My father has an unreadable expression on his face as he tells me to take a seat.

“Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?”

He’s stalling

“Good morning father, it was alright.”

I take note of his stiff posture, the stacks of documents on his desk and the mountain of crumpled pieces of paper in the garbage can. This can’t be good.

“As you know, it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of our people here in Autumn and sometimes that responsibility falls onto you. Alliances are an important part in ensuring our people are safe, especially in times of war.

“I’ve spoken with my advisers on this matter, but the final decision is mine to make and I’ve decided an alliance with the Night Court is in our best interest.”

I’m not quite sure what any of this has to do with me and my confusion must show on my face because my father elaborates.

“Rhysand, Feyre and I have come to an agreement that you will marry their son Nyx, before the week is out.”

“W-what? Father, you can’t be serious.” This has to be a joke, there is no way he’s actually suggesting I marry that Night Court piece of shit.

Nyx is slightly older than I am, meaning we’ve seen each other at almost every event for our entire lives. He’s never been nice to me, not once. Even when we were really little he was a bully, the type of kid to ‘fall’ off the swing set and then go crying to mommy blaming you for it.

As an adult he’s not any better, walking around like he’s better than everyone and has girls practically falling at his feet when he just looks at them. I don’t blame them though, when you look in his eyes it’s like you’re deep diving in the ocean and will never run out of air. I’ve never seen anything like it and if he ever looked at me the way he does some of them, I don’t even know what I would do.

But he only looks at me with eyes of disgust and hatred, which is fine by me, the feeling is mutual. He might be the most attractive male I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the worst people I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And now I’m marrying him.

“I know it’s out of the blue and a little rushed, but this has to be done, it’s already been decided.”

Right. It’s not like I’m gonna be spending the rest of my immortal life with him, so why does it matter what I think?

“Nyx is okay with this?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You will be moving to the Night Court with him and when Rhysand and Feyre pass on, you will be expected to rule alongside Nyx and produce an heir.”

There’s nothing I can say or do that will make any of this better, so I just put my head down and shut up. I can, and will, cry my eyes out later.

“Yes, father.”

“Perfect. Now, go and enjoy your day, the weather looks lovely.”

This day is going to be anything but enjoyable. As I make my way back up to my room I pass a couple members of our staff, they must be able to tell that I wish to be left alone because they don’t even make eye contact with me. I’m appreciative of that, I don’t think I could handle sympathy looks right now.

Closing and locking my door behind me, I collapse on the ground and let my tears fall, holding my hand over my mouth to control the noise. I sit like this for hours, at least it feels like hours, and when my tears have finally dried up, I head over to my bathroom. I avoid looking at myself in the mirror, turn the faucet on and start to undress.

Normally, a bath with my favorite soaps will soothe me, but this time it does absolutely nothing. I wait for my fingertips to prune to get out of the tub, then change into my nightgown and head to bed; I just need this day to be over.

“You look lovely, dear.” My stylist asks me to twirl so they can view my whole look. I have to admit, I do look lovely, but none of that matters right now, today is the day where I lose whatever remains of my freedom.

“Can I have a minute with my sister?” My brother slips into the room and I give a small nod to my staff.

“Did you know?” I’ve been curious about this since my father told me, he always talks to my brother first.

“I did.” He looks down, ashamed. “Nyx is a good male, he won’t harm you.”

“You can’t possibly promise me that.” He closes the distance between us and grabs my hand.

“You are my favorite sister, if he even pulls a hair out from your head I will knock a few of his teeth out.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m your only sister and you won’t even be living with me anymore, how will you know if he harms me?”

He cracks a smile and releases my hands. “I have my ways dear sis, I have my ways. If you need to, look at me in the audience, I’ll be in the front row.” He winks and walks back out the door, which is soon opened again by a staff member.

“It’s time, my lady.”

I’m handed a bouquet and suddenly I’m walking towards the altar on a flowered path. I round the corner and I feel about 1,000 pairs of eyes on me so I look down and focus on not falling. I make the mistake of looking up and see Nyx standing there waiting for me. His eyes run over my body and I swear there was a smile on his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a blank stare when we make eye contact.

He extends a hand to help me up the small staircase while a member of my ‘bridal party’ takes my bouquet and fixes my dress. I’m mad at myself for the way my heart beats faster because I know it’s just an act for him to appear like a gentleman. I stare down at our joined hands and zone out for a while until I hear Nyx’s deep voice say “I do.” My eyes jump up to meet his and I realize everyone is waiting for me.

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Fuck. I forgot about this part. Nyx pulls me close and presses his lips to mine. I try not to think about how soft they are or how long this is lasting, but it’s pretty damn hard to do that as his hand moves to the back of my neck and presses me closer.

Is this all for show too?

When he finally pulls away and faces us towards the audience, my eyes search out my brother. He’s watching me with somewhat of a proud expression. I notice Nyx’s family -my new family- looking at us with watchful eyes, that’s not surprising based on the little knowledge I have of these people. I’m surprised Rhysand agreed to this if I’m being honest. The Autumn and Night Courts have never gotten along, but once my grandfather died of ‘natural causes’, Rhysand and my dad became friendly with each other.

Nyx walks me back down the aisle without dropping my hand and then we head off to my new home, the Night Court.

It takes longer than I thought it would to get there, but it might have just been because it was dead silent the whole time. I thought that we would be living in the same house as the rest of Nyx’s family, but apparently we have our own place. Maybe it will be better this way, maybe this will give Nyx and I time to get along.

On the outside it looks like just a small cottage nestled into the mountains, but the inside is incredibly spacious and already filled with everything we will need. Newly renovated kitchen and bathroom, a cozy living room, an office and a bedroom with a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom. A bedroom. Singular.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announces while walking past me into the bathroom. Well, that settles that I guess. I change out of my uncomfortable dress and into a large sweater and leggings, then begin to unpack my things. When Nyx re-emerges from the bathroom he has changed as well, trading his tuxedo for a simple cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. I meet him in the hallway and start to ask about what’s next, but he doesn’t let me.

“I don’t care what you do, so long as it doesn’t involve me. I will be gone all day and only return for sleep to appease my parents. Do whatever you want.” He walks out the front door and flys away. Isn’t your wedding supposed to be the happiest day of your life?

I noticed multiple bookshelves when we first arrived, but I didn’t get the chance to see what books were on it. I find one that looks good and sit down on the couch to begin reading.

I didn’t notice the sky getting dark, but as I finish my book my stomach growls and I realize I haven’t eaten since this morning. I go into the kitchen and find a can of chicken noodle soup in one of the cupboards. I grab a pot and start to warm it up. Once it’s at a good temperature, I grab a bowl to pour it in and sit down at the table to eat.

Just as I get up to wash my bowl, Nyx marches through the door. He walks right past me into the bathroom without even a glance. When he comes back out, he plops down on the couch. I sigh and start to get ready for bed. Is this what the rest of my life is gonna be like?

Three days. The same routine for three more days. It’s been almost a full week since our wedding and he’s completely avoiding me.

It’s around dusk when a loud knock sounds at my front door. I mark my place in my book and open the door to find my brother standing there.

“Hey! What are you-“

“Where is he?” He pushes right past me into the house.

“Nyx? He’s. He’s um.”

“You don’t know, do you?” He spins around to face me and I shake my head in embarrassment. “How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

“Three days.”

“That fucking asshole. Who does he think he is? The fucking king?” He starts to pace around the room and keeps spitting out insults about Nyx.

“Why are you here, brother?” I ask to stop him.

“I told you I’d be checking up on you, I’ve been seeing you doing the same thing everyday. That male has no right to keep you here locked up while he goes out doing mother knows what!”

He’s right. I know he’s right, but why do I feel this urge of protectiveness towards Nyx? He’s probably just busy, right? He’s the heir so he has a bunch of important things to be doing. But all day?

“Don’t worry, I’ll go find him and put an end to this.” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s storming out the door and slamming it behind him.

It’s not until I’m about to go to bed that I hear the front door open. I sit on the bed and listen for footsteps. They stop outside the bedroom door, I hear a sigh and then a light knock.

“Come in.” I call out, Nyx slowly pushes the door open and steps inside. He looks like he just got punched in the face. His left cheek is already starting to bruise and his eyes are red and puffy. Has he been crying?

“Nyx! What happened?” I go to get up but he puts his hand out signially me to stay sitting.

“I’ll be okay, but-“ He takes a deep breath. “We need to talk.” No good conversation ever starts with that phrase.

“Oh- okay. About what?”

“I want to apologize.” He says as he sits down on the bed next to me. I was not expecting that. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. It’s not fair to you and it was wrong for me to treat you that way. I know you have no obligation to accept my apology, but I’d at least like to have the opportunity to start over. If that’s okay with you.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at me.

“Did I do something to make you hate me?”

“No!” He rakes his hand through his hair and sighs. “When we were kids, I was intimidated by you. You had everything I’ve ever wanted, independence, confidence and I hated you for that.” He looks up at me. “I treated you like shit to make myself feel better. It was dumb and I was an idiot and I’m so sorry. I know that this relationship was forced on both of us, but if you would allow me to, I’d like to actually give it a try. I’ve um- I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and for the longest time I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t true. But it is true and I feel like I ruined any chance that we had and I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me anymor-“

“Nyx.” I cut him off and slowly move my hands to grab his, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to. He doesn’t. “I accept your apology. I’m not going to lie, a lot of the things you did hurt me.” I take a deep breath. “But it’s nothing that we can’t work past and I feel like starting over is a great idea.”

I give his hand a slight squeeze and then let go. “Would you like me to grab the first aid kit?” His face has only gotten worse since he came in. He gives me a small nod, I go into the bathroom and come back to hand him the box.

“Thank you.” He whispers and I know he’s not just talking about the kit.

“You’re welcome.”

It’s around time for dinner when I finish putting all my stuff away. I haven’t seen Nyx since we've talked, but I think he’s in the office, so I gently knock on the door and wait for an answer. I hear soft footsteps approach and he slowly opens the door. “I was just wondering if you wanted to eat dinner… with me… soon?”

Nyx looks behind him at the clock on the wall and then steps out into the hallway with me. “Sure.”

I must have been staring at the kitchen for a while because Nyx moves into my vision.

“You’ve never cooked before, have you?”

I shake my head and look down at my hands. “No.” I only know how to heat things up. I’ve never cooked anything so I can already tell this is gonna be embarrassing.

“I can teach you. If you want.” I look up at him, shocked. “My mom, she taught me. It’s not as hard as it seems.” He walks over to one of the cabinets and pulls out a pot. “How do you feel about spaghetti?”

“I think that sounds great.” He gives me a small smile, places the pot on the stove and walks back over to me.

“Okay. Step one, you're going to have to pull your hair up.”I subconsciously reach back to touch my hair.

“Right. I- um. I don’t have a hair tie…” He gets up and walks into the bedroom, then comes back with a scrunchie in hand. I expect him to just hand it to me, but he twirls his finger asking me to turn around. His fingers graze the back of my neck as he picks up my hair and I hold in my shiver. He separates it into three sections and begins braiding. It doesn’t take long before he’s securing the end with the scrunchie and then steps back to view his work.

“T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He coughs then steps around me and heads to the stove.

“Step two, boil water.” He picks up the pot, goes to the sink and turns on the faucet. When it’s full he carefully carries it over to the stove and turns on the burner. We stare at it for a while in awkward silence until I hear bubbles popping, which I assume means it’s boiling.

“Step three, noodles.” I remember seeing the box of spaghetti in the pantry when we first arrived, so I go grab it and hand it over to him. He grabs a handful and drops them in the water. “Now we wait.” He says as he puts the box back and grabs a jar of sauce.

It was actually really interesting to see how the noodles slowly fall into the water as they soften up. “How do we know when they are done?”

He looks over at me with a smile on his face and grabs a wooden spoon. “Like this.” He picks up a noodle and throws it at the wall. It falls straight to the ground. “Ah. Needs a couple more minutes.”

“Um… What did you just do?”

“If it sticks, it’s done.”

“Oooooh.”

He laughs. “What did you think I was doing?”

“I honestly have no fucking clue.” Now we’re both laughing and it feels amazing. “Can I try the next one?”

He nods and hands me the spoon. “Go for it.”

I fish around for one in the pot, then fling it onto the wall. It sticks.

“It worked!” I place the spoon back on the counter and turn to face Nyx.

“You didn’t believe me?” He asks, jokingly and grabs a strainer from the drawer behind me. “Can you turn the burner off?” While I do, he dumps out the water leaving just the spaghetti in the strainer. “Okay. Step four, sauce.”

I try to be helpful and open the jar, but I guess I’m not strong enough so Nyx comes over to help me.

“Here, let me.” He opens it on the first try, then pours it over the noodles. “Now we eat.”

I grab two bowls from the cabinet as we head over to the table to eat.

“Thank you for teaching me. I’ve always wanted to learn how to cook.”

“You’re welcome. Spaghetti is pretty easy, next time we can try something a little more difficult if you’d like.” I smile as we continue to eat in comfortable silence. When we’ve finished Nyx offers to do the dishes while I clean up the table. After we’re done we get ready for bed and I come into the bedroom, finding Nyx staring at the bed.

“You don’t have to, anymore.” He looks at me confused. “Sleep on the couch, I mean. The bed is pretty big, so we can share it.” He gives me a small nod and heads into the bathroom.

I’ve already changed into my nightgown by the time he comes back. “Um, because of my wings I have to sleep on my stomach. I hope that’s alright.” I look over to find that he’s shirtless, just wearing loose sweatpants that are basically falling off. My eyes trail over his defined abs and the v-line that leads down to his-. My eyes jump back up and I see that he’s smirking at me. I turn my head away and clear my throat.

“Ye-Yeah that’s fine.” I never thought about how Illyrians sleep, but it makes sense that they can’t sleep on their backs. He pulls back the covers to get in and I follow shortly after.

His wings are tucked in and it looks super uncomfortable. “You can let your wings rest. I won’t mind.” He looks up at me surprised, I give him a small smile and a nod. I lay down on my back and he flares his wings out as we both drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I wake up to the light shining in through the window and a heavy weight on top of me. I slowly open my eyes to find a huge wing laying over my chest, then I notice that I’m pinned underneath the body that wing is attached to. We’re Cuddling. Even if I wanted to push Nyx off of me I couldn’t, but for some reason I don’t even bother to try. His face is nuzzled into my neck and he’s wrapped an arm around my waist. He smells so fucking good.

I lay there wide awake for who knows how long before he starts to stir. He wakes with a yawn and hugs me closer. He must realize what he’s doing because he quickly jumps up, scaring the shit out of me.

“Oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ His face is bright red.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” He gives me a nod and heads into the bathroom. I get up to fix the covers on the bed while I wait for him to finish. He comes out with sopping wet hair and a towel thrown loosely around his hips. I hurry into the bathroom before I can do something I’ll absolutely regret later.

I splash cold water on my face about twelve times before I actually begin getting ready.

When I come back out, Nyx is sitting on the bed holding a note. “What’s that?”

“It’s from my mom, she wants us to join them for dinner tonight.” He looks up at me and hands over the letter.

My dearest Nyx and Y/N,

I hope this isn’t too late of notice, but we would really love to see you both at our family dinner tonight. The table isn’t complete without you.

~F.

I sit down and give him the letter back. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can come up with an excuse, it's no big deal.”

“We can go.”

“Something like we have obligations elsewher- wait what did you say?”

I turn my body slightly to face him and lightly chuckle. “I said, we can go. It will be nice to meet your family.” I think. Actually wait on second thought... No, it’s gonna have to happen eventually, might as well get it over with.

“Okay, yeah. We can go. Um, I just feel like I should warn you.” Uh-oh. “My family is different from most, it can be overwhelming. Everyone has very watchful eyes, they will be tracking your every move, especially my uncle Azriel. He has… history with your father and will probably not like you at first. The same thing goes for my aunt Mor, so please don’t be offended if they don’t open up to you right away, it’s nothing personal.”

Nothing personal. I’ve heard stories of the hatred between the Autumn and Night courts, but I normally just have to deal with rude stares or nasty side comments. I’ve never eaten dinner with people who hate me.

He grabs my hand and looks over at me. “If you ever want to leave, just tell me and we'll go. No questions asked.” I nod and slightly smile. I wasn’t nervous before, but now I’m second guessing saying yes. “I promise nothing bad will happen.”

You can’t possibly promise me that.

“I have nothing to wear.” I say standing up.

“That box is addressed to you, from my mom.” He points to a box sitting on the floor that I never noticed. I place it on the bed, undo the ribbon and open the lid. Inside is the most stunning dress I’ve ever seen. Dark, navy blue suede with ¾ length sleeves. Night Court colors. Beneath a layer of tissue paper are matching heels, that thankfully aren’t too high.

Nyx leans over on the bed to peer into the box. “Oh I have something that matches that perfectly!” He runs over to the closet and returns with a suit the exact same shade.

“It’s perfect.” I look up to find him already staring at me.

“Let’s get ready, shall we?”

I brush out my curls to loosen them up a bit and move over to look in the mirror. The dress fits me perfectly, it accentuates my curves but still looks elegant. Unfortunately, even looking as good as I do does absolutely nothing to help my nerves. My hands are slightly shaking and I doubt there is anything I can do to stop it.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Nyx softly knocks on the door, his way of letting me know that I’m taking too long. One glance at the clock behind me says he’s right, we have to leave soon.

I turn around and head towards the door, Nyx has already opened it and is staring at me with an expression I can’t quite determine.

“You- You look beautiful.” His eyes roam over my figure in a way that seems far too intimate, but I love it anyway.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I feel my cheeks getting hot, but that’s the least of my worries at the moment. I reach out to take his hand, but hesitate when I see that mine are still shaking. “Are you ready?” I just need to get this over with.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He extends his arm out for me to take and then winnows us off to his parents house.

“Remember, you want to leave and we leave. No questions asked.” Nyx assures me as we walk up the pathway. I give his arm a squeeze as my response because I’m saving all my energy for what’s to come.

He doesn’t knock on the door, just walks right in and the chatter that I heard from on the porch abruptly stops. Silence. Just the sound of my heels clicking on the tile.

Two dark figures round the corner, one shorter than the other but both exude power. I already know who they are before they come into the light.

“Mom, Dad, thank you for inviting us over.” Nyx lets go of my arm to give his parents a hug while I stand by myself awkwardly.

Rhysand breaks away first to greet me. “Y/N, welcome to our home. We’re so glad you could make it.” He gives my hand a slight shake and then escorts me towards what I presume to be the dining room. I’m greeted with seven unhappy faces, each one more angry than the first.

Four females, one who is doing her best to not meet my eyes, one who looks ready to chop my head off, one who looks like she has better places to be and the last one seems to be as terrified as I am. There are two winged males at the table as well, one with long hair who has a watchful gaze and the other who seems to be assessing all the ways he can kill me while these black things float around him. I already hate it here.

“Y/N, these are the members of our family. Mor, Nesta, Amren, Elain, Cassian and Azriel.” Feyre says behind me as I give a smile and take my seat between Nyx and Cassian with Azriel across from me.

“Alright. Now that we’re all here, let’s eat shall we?” Rhysand gives a small gesture towards the table and all the plates are filled with food. I don’t even bother to see what it is, I just need my hands to be doing something before I go crazy, so I begin to eat right away. Everyone else follows suit and it takes about 5 minutes before Feyre breaks the deafening silence. “Have you been enjoying the Night Court since your arrival?”

“I haven’t seen much of it, but what I have seen is beautiful.” I take a small sip of water.

“Oh that’s a pity! Nyx, why haven’t you taken Y/N out to see more?”

“We really haven’t had the time, Mom. We will soon though.” And the game of silence begins again. This time it’s broken by Nesta slamming down her silverware.

“So, Y/N. How is your father doing?”

“Nesta.” Rhysand warns.

“No, I want to know. Because he puts everyone through so much shit just so he can keep living the high life. So tell me, how is ‘Daddy Dearest’?”

I choke on my water slightly while I’m desperately trying to come up with an answer. “I’m not quite sure what you are referring to. My father is well respected in my Court.”

She scoffs. “He is, is he? You don’t even know what happened, do you? What he did to Mor?” Everyone is staring at me now and I have no idea how to respond. I’ve heard that my father and Mor were in a relationship when they were very young, but nothing more. I glance over at Nyx to try and catch his eye, but he’s looking down at his plate.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been told much of my father’s past.”

I feel a brush of something swimming up my leg, my side, then wrapping around my throat and I suddenly can’t breathe. Azriel stares at me with so much hatred in his eyes, I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner.

“All you Vanserra’s ever do is lie. You know exactly what your father did. Your father hurt Mor, left her for dead, you and your brother are the exact same as him, evil. Why did Nyx have a black eye the other day? Did you honestly think we wouldn’t find out?” Nesta stands up from her seat.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as my hands grab at my throat, desperate for air. My vision starts to get blurry and then Azriel releases his shadows. I gasp for air and quickly stand up. “Can you excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” I run off crying.

Splashing cold water on my face does absolutely nothing for me. I slowly sink to the floor to sob and sob and sob. No one comes to check on me. No one believes me. Not even Nyx. Why hasn’t he said anything? Done anything? He knows that I wasn’t the one who hurt him, yet he stays silent.

Gods. I feel like the world's biggest idiot. I thought Nyx and I were getting along. He promised nothing bad would happen. I should have known better.

I notice a rather large window that I can easily fit through. So that’s exactly what I do, and then I’m running. I have no idea where I am, but I know where I need to go. Home.

I’m passing through some sort of market and nearly run into someone. I take a second to catch my breath. “Excuse me, sir. Could you please tell me how to get to the Autumn Court?”

The male points me in the direction I need and then I’m off again.

“Y/N!” I stop. I’ve been running through this forest alone for over 3 hours, who is calling out for me? “Y/N! It’s me!”

My brother. He runs right up to me and pulls me in for a hug. “What the fuck are you doing?!!” And that’s all it takes for me to break down again.

“I can’t do it anymore! I don’t care what alliance this marriage brings to father. I can’t be married to him, I just can't!”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Take a deep breath.” He rubs a comforting hand up my back. “I’ll take you back home, okay?” I feel a slight gust of wind and look up to see that I’m in the home I share with Nyx.

“No! Why did you bring me back here? I can’t stay here! I need to go home, back to Autumn!” I start to panic.

“You can’t go back to Autumn. Father will find out and everything will only get worse.” He lightly pushes me down so I sit on the couch and then brings me a glass of water. “I need you to stay here. I will be back to check on you, but you must stay here.”

“I will, thank you.” I’m too tired to argue. Now I’m alone, again. I know Nyx will come home eventually, but I can’t even think about that right now, I just need to go to sleep. I triple check that the doors are locked, then grab every knife from the kitchen and barricade myself in the bedroom.

I wake up to the sound of pounding on the bedroom door. “Y/N! Y/N I know that you’re in there. Please, just come out and talk to me.”

“Go away!” The banging stops and then he’s standing in front of me. “What the fuck? You can’t just winnow in here?” He kneels down on the floor as I sit up.

“Please. I just need to talk with you.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. You left me there! You left me there while he was choking me! I trusted you! What happened to ‘we leave whenever I wanted’? What about your promise that nothing bad would happen? Was that a lie too?” I take a deep breath and continue.

“Was everything a lie? Everything you said? How you were sorry, that you wanted to start over and your feelings for me? Everything was a lie!”

“What? No! No, I didn't lie about any of that!”

“Then why didn’t you help me? You sat there and watched me get choked and then never bothered to check on me.”

“I wanted to! But they wouldn’t let me. The minute you left, uncle Az pinned me to the chair with his shadows. I couldn’t get to you.”

Is he lying to me right now? “From the second we walked into that house, you acted like I didn’t exist! Why?”

“Because I was scared.”

“Scared? What could you possibly be scared of?”

“I was scared that my family would find out.”

“FIND OUT WHAT?!?” If he doesn’t get to the fucking point-

“THAT I LOVE YOU!”

“You- you what?”

“I love you. I have for a while, but I thought that you hated me. I figured the only way to be with you was to have an arrangement made, so I asked my dad to-“

He looks at me with wide eyes, he's said too much.

“You asked your dad to do what?” I ask slowly, scared for his answer. He takes in a deep sigh.

“I asked him to ask your dad about arranging a marriage between us. He’s the only one who knows, not even your father. I- I’m sorry. I should have told you.” I take a step back, this can’t be happening. “Y/N, please. Let me explain.”

“No.”

“Please. I understand that I-“

“Nyx. I don’t want you to explain. Just give me an answer to my question. Just one.”

“Anything, I’ll tell you anything.” He’s begging now.

“Do you love me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you love me? Truly love me?”

“Yes! Yes, I love you!” He stands up and faces me. I can’t explain it, but I believe him. Maybe all that running I just did is messing with my head. Him asking his father to arrange our marriage is fucked up and I hate him for it, but I love him too.

“Then kiss me.”

He hesitates for a second and then slowly moves closer to me, giving me enough time to change my mind. Then finally, he places a hand under my chin, closes the distance and he softly places his lips on mine.

His lips are so soft, so gentle, like he’s afraid I’m going to break. My hands find their way to his hair as the kiss deepens. I trail my tongue across his bottom lip causing him to moan and move his hands to my hips.

We break for air and just stare at each other. Our foreheads pressed together, breath mixing between us, eyes searching the others. “I love you, too.” I realize I never said it out loud and based on his reaction, he wasn’t expecting me to. “I don’t want to start over. I just want to keep moving forward.”

“That sounds perfect.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb and gives my forehead a kiss. “Would you like to go to bed?” I nod as my response and he lets me go to pull back the covers. I get in first while he gets undressed.

There is so much we still have to work out. So many difficult conversations we have to have. But as I lay here with my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, I can’t help but smile. I’m looking forward to those conversations. Looking forward to finding out as much as I can about Nyx. Regardless of what his family thinks of me or what mine thinks of him. We’re going to be happy, and to me, that’s all that matters.

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The Inconveniences of Resurrection

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3/? Chapters Posted

Part 3 of 'Breaking Point'

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TW: Past Character Death, Blood, Gore, (Others to be added with updates)

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The first few weeks of traveling together are a learning curb, to say the least.

Its not necessarily bad, just... complicated. A group of heroes with strong personalities is bound to clash when their forced to live with eachother for the next however long. People make friends and bonds, and some people start to work wonderfully in moments. Some people clash, arguing over leadership, tactics, the lot of it.

Legend finds himself on the more, argumentative sides of things. He finds himself butting heads with Warriors most often. The captain is too commanding for his taste, treating them more like soldiers than equals or even acquaintances. So Legend pushes back, and perhaps he's a bit of an asshole, but its all a learning curb. Warriors lets his commanding nature slip, and Legend stops picking fights at every tiny thing he says.

The first month or so is like a puzzle, trying to find where everyone falls and fits without bumping elbows and stepping on each others feet. Its not a pretty dance, and Warriors is far from the only person he's had fights with, but learning to adapt is a necessary skill in a heroes arsenal. And he does, he compromises and works together, so as those first weeks are coming to a close, he finds himself much more comfortable in the dynamic the Chain has made for themselves.

Thats not to say there aren't still things to learn after the first few rocky weeks. There's plenty more bumps and bruises afterwards. Like the first night Wild spent on the ground. Thats something he won't be forgetting any time soon.

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When they first stumbled through a portal into Wilds era and met him, Legend had clocked him as... odd. The champion had plenty of weird mannerisms, refusing to sleep on the ground, offering everyone bananas, a knack for setting things on fire 'accidentally', but nothing was that out of the ordinary. At least, nothing out of the ordinary when you're using a group of heroes as your baseline.

Wild hasn't really done anything to earn himself distrust, but Legend can't help the few steps to the side he takes every time the Champions around. He makes something in Legends chest twist, and its made worse by the way no one else sees it. The rest of the Chain interacts with Wild nicely, even delightedly in some cases. Even Hyrule, who's known for being skittish, doesn't seem bothered by their new addition. So Legend keeps his mouth shut.

That doesn't mean he's not curious though. He spends a lot of downtime staring and studying Wild, probably too much. The Champion catches him sometimes and shifts uncomfortably, and Legend shoves his nose into the book he's been pretending to be reading for the past twenty minutes. They never talk about it.

Todays one of those days. They're walking another old dusty path, headed some place he doesn't know or care for. So the vet spends his time at the back of the group, staring at the back of Wilds head.

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just,,,,, nancy/carol enemies to lovers college au

i'm thinking about nancy, who has a plan — who has had a plan for years now. to go to college, to pursue her dream in journalism.

i'm thinking about carol, who doesn't have a plan. not really. just sees college as a way to push off the inevitable — a husband, a white picket fence, a house full of kids — a few more years.

nancy is ambitious, she's studious, she takes it seriously.

carol is not. the only thing she's studying are the boys, and the only thing she's taking seriously are the parties.

nancy is shocked to see carol, but she figures that she'll be easy to avoid; after all, they aren't part of the same social circles, and there's no way their schedules are going to overlap.

except, to nancy's annoyance, she keeps running into carol despite wanting nothing to do with her. she sees her in the library, at the campus coffee shop, in the quad. they see each other in the concession line at the football game, they bump into each other in the bathroom, they walk past each other at the club fair.

carol's not surprised to see nancy here — she always knew she'd end up at a place like this, if there's one thing nancy wheeler is its persistent — but she is surprised that in a campus this big they keep crossing paths. it annoys her too.

and the thing is — carol thinks, and has always thought, that nancy wheeler is such a priss. that nancy is so drastically different from her — and not in a good way.

but, really, underneath it all, the two of them are so much more alike than either of them could ever think.

the biggest similarity being that they both have this preconceived notion of what their life is Supposed to look like — a husband, kids, a career as a wife and a mother and a homemaker, not anything else. it's one that's been forced onto them, by society, by their parents, by everyone else around them.

nancy has obviously rejected that. but carol is still very much stuck in that thinking, and she doesn't necessarily see a way out of that expectation (whether it be because of familial obligation and parental pressure or the fact that she just doesn't know what she wants to do with her life in the first place).

that is just another reason why carol is so bitter towards nancy and "hates" her so much — because nancy has done what carol hasn't, what she can't.

and, nancy is the same as she was in high school — driven, focused, precise — but she's also soooo different too — looser, more confident, more self-assured, still sweet but she's sharper with it, like she knows what she wants and knows how to get it now.

and carol is (still) outrageously jealous of that too.

so they keep seeing each other on campus, and i haven't decided how it happens — perhaps there is some sort of confrontation? one that happens at a party maybe? where both of them have had a little too much to drink maybe? — but one thing leads to another and they end up angrily making out eith each other.

carol's not gay — she's never given being with girls much thought, any thought before. not for herself anyways. but theres something so magnetic about nancy wheeler that she just cant help but tug on that thread.

and then keep tugging on that thread. because it keeps happening after that. and it keeps escalating too. kissing leads to touching and touching leads to falling into bed together. only its not anything sweet or nice or lovely. it's fiery, it's clashing, it's rough around the edges.

it's hate sex through and through.

it becomes a release for them both, something to do when the disdain becomes too much and bubbles over. something to get all their animosity out.

there is, of course, some flavor of denial that gets thrown into the mix from carol — an "im not into girls just because im sleeping with you. it's just sex, you're just a convenient body to me" type of sentiment (one she learned from tommy, evidently, because it's one he used back in high school to excuse his attraction to men and the times he'd fool around with them behind the bleachers or in the locker room after everyone went home).

nancy, though, has already gone through her denial -> self acceptance phase — she and robin had a brief fling at the end of high school after they'd started getting closer and robin, who knew she was a lesbian and was pretty secure in it, helped nancy realize it herself and figure it out. things didn't work out between them romantically, but they're still good friends.

and this thing with carol — nancy's just in it to have a little fun. to fulfill that part of her that wanted to be more out there in college, to be more experimental. and, well, carol's a good lay. so she goes along with it.

and maybe they end up hanging out a little more outside of their hookups. instead of leaving right away, carol loiters, going through the things on nancy's desk, because she's always been nosey like that. she sees some of nancy's flash cards, and what do you know? carol's in that class too, just a different section of it. so they end up studying together. and that turns into grabbing lunch on occasion, or sometimes coffee. and they start to talk more, in between the studying, in between the screwing. they start to learn more about each other. they start to peel back the incredibly complex layers.

and, naturally, ✨️feelings✨️ start to get involved — feelings that aren't just hate.

then, of course, things all come to a head at some point. conflict must arise (most likely something to do with nancy going after what she wants (which is carol) and carol having to face the music here — the double whammy of having feelings for nancy wheeler, who is, in fact, a woman.) and it gets resolved eventually (the two reconcile and decide to give things a go).

i haven't thought much further about that part of this yet and how exactly it would play out. but. y e a h. just, nancy/carol.

(also important to note that carol goes in undeclared, but eventually changes to pre-law because nancy helps her realize that she would make a damn good lawyer, and the idea of that sparks a fire inside of carol because she has finally Found Her Purpose.)

[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ 7: I have questions

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader

🗡️ word count: 8.8k

🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ 

🗡️ warnings: past trauma mentioned, gossip, drug use & drinking, non-explicit drunk sex 

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 

🗡️ posted july 2022 | read on ao3

You wake up sometime in the evening to an empty bed. At various intervals, the sound of Yoongi getting up, showering, and getting dressed had roused you just enough for you to acknowledge what was happening before you crashed into the pillow and continued to dream, so it is not a startling realization to turn over, arm outstretched hitting the mattress and feeling a cold comforter. But you still let out a deep sigh and wish Yoongi was home, if only for a kiss. 

Flashes of last night come back to you, and you squeeze your thighs together, willing the inkling of arousal that licks at your core to hold off just a while longer. It has been entirely too many hours since you have eaten anything, and you tell yourself that you should at least take care of that basic need before moving on to others. 

As you stretch and get out of bed naked, you decide to pad over to Yoongi's closet and steal some of his clothing rather than put the dress back on or greet Felix and Changbin in the nude. The soft rug beside Yoongi's bed feels nice under your toes, but the hardwood is cold as you open the closet door and step inside, feeling around the wall for a light switch.

Yoongi's closet is mostly black clothing, which makes you giggle. There are strips of color here and there, especially in the suits and dress shirts, but most of the casual wear is black. You grab a pair of thin, soft black lounge pants and a black tee from the front left side of the closet and put the clothing on before deciding to walk around and look a little more closely at some of the garments.

At a glance, everything seems pretty standard, but amongst the dress shirts are thin, satin button-up shirts and sheer tops, and hanging in the very back right corner are various harnesses, similar to the one he wore to Serendipity. Some of the leather strappy items appear to be leg harnesses, and you push each hanger forward to view one after the other, biting your bottom lip while imagining Yoongi adorning any number of these.

You wonder about the rest of his accessories, but a tug on one of the handles on the island in his closet tells you that not only is that drawer locked, but they probably all are. You imagine Yoongi likely keeps more than just clothing and jewelry in there, and it is not necessarily your business, so you leave the rest of the handles alone. Of course, you are curious, but since you are on Yoongi's good side, you decide you would rather ask to see his accessories and let him show you himself. 

Beneath the hanging clothing are various shoes and boots, and you note an impressive sneaker collection—some of which even match the more colorful suits under which they sit. And with that, you feel satisfied with your snooping and make your way out of the closet, shutting off the light as you go.

When you open the door to Yoongi's bedroom, it strikes you how quiet it is in the house. You remember Yoongi saying something about an event at the casino and assume the family men are there, but you were not expecting nearly everyone else to be gone, as well.

Changbin greets you with a smile and a wave from the cozy bench beside your bedroom door, and Felix shoots up onto his feet and waves excitedly.

"Good mor…er…evening!" Felix calls. 

"Hey," you respond, walking over with a yawn. "What time is it?"

Felix checks his watch and says, "7 PM!"

"Wow," you respond, taken aback. You wonder what time you and Yoongi had finally fallen asleep. "When did Yoongi leave?"

"You just missed him, actually; he left around 6:30."

You sigh. "Damn."

Changbin stands and says, "We took the liberty of getting dinner prepared. Well, we asked the chef to. So whenever you're ready, it should be done soon!"

Just then, your stomach growls, and you chuckle, thanking the guys for being proactive before entering your room for some slippers. Even with the sun setting, your room is so bright, and you squint at the white and yellow accents, considering which colors you would like to change them to, as you toe into some slippers and leave the room that hardly feels like yours at all, deciding that you should just leave slippers in Yoongi's room, too. 

Felix and Changbin follow you downstairs, and you glance around in awe of how quiet it is. Nobody is at the pool, and there is nobody milling about in the main hall where the family men meet. It is actually kind of nice. 

It is nice because familiar faces are here to make you feel less alone. It is nice because this time, you are not just abandoned without word of when anyone you know and somewhat trust might come back. You feel like you are a part of the house now and not just some random variable nobody knows how to account for.

There are times when you think back to when you were left in the empty house, and you still wonder if it was a test of some sort or a punishment. After all, it was just the other day that Yoongi and his men returned. The thought of it forces a brick of various emotions to sink heavily inside you and dissolve into acidic sadness, so you do your best to push the memory out. 

There are still many things that you need to discuss with Yoongi, and one good fuck will not cancel out all the upset and confusion he has caused. At least, you tell yourself that. 

At the foot of the steps, you stop in your tracks. You had been walking toward the kitchen, but there is no dining table in there, so you are not sure where to go. Felix takes a left rather than a right, and you follow him a short distance into a doorway that opens into a large dining room. 

A long, dark wood table sits at the center of the space, surrounded by twelve chairs, each made of matching dark wood and upholstered with brown leather. The legs of the table and chairs have intricate leaf patterns carved into them, and atop the table sit dishes, utensils, cups, and napkins, as if a party is expected to dine at any moment. 

Dark wood wainscoting and deep red wallpaper line the walls, and there are brass sconces throughout, along with a large brass chandelier in the center of the room, which gives the space a dim, yellow glow. The room might be cozy if it weren't so empty.

"Wow," you mutter. 

"This is the main dining hall," Felix informs. "There's a much larger one at the end of the hall, but it's not used often, so we don't keep it open."

There is something so disarming about a giant, empty table, and you turn to Felix and Changbin with an uncomfortable, toothy smile. "Is there anywhere smaller?"

Changbin chuckles. "You can eat in the main hall. On the couch, where the guys meet. They won't mind."

The main hall is a more comfortable choice, but it is still a huge empty room. Your dilemma must be written all over your face, and Felix chimes in, "I have a better idea, come with me."

Felix leads the way past the stairs, down the short hall, and into the kitchen. The room smells amazing, like starch and vegetables and spices, and you take a deep inhale and smile. You convene with Changbin around the large kitchen island while Felix goes into the large dry storage cabinet and brings out three tall stools, folded flat. 

"We can just sit at the counter here and eat if you'd prefer."

Your eyes widen with excitement at the realization that they will eat with you, and you nod happily as Felix sets up the stools. The chef begins bringing over food, starting with a large bowl of japchae, and Changbin grabs some dishes and utensils for everyone. 

Once banchan is set out, you thank the chef and dig in, unwilling to wait another moment before eating. Changbin brings everyone glasses of water, and you thank him with your mouth full, half distracted with savoring your bite. Everything tastes so good, you groan with each new flavor that hits your tongue.

Although you and Felix have been slowly getting to know one another, this is the first time you feel like you are sitting amongst equals—daresay, friends. Sure, they are hired to follow you around the property, but they never treat you like they work for you, and you could never imagine treating them as anything but your friends. 

Nobody talks much during the meal, aside from small utterances from the guys while they offer each other bites of things, placing banchan on each other's plates and muttering about how the flavor of something reminds them of something else. There seems to be a lot of history between the two of them, but they are subtle about it, and you never feel like a third wheel or that you are intruding on something that is meant just for them. 

You would like to know more about Changbin & Felix, but you decide not to ask. Potentially bothering someone with intrusive personal questions is something you learned long ago to do without—largely because you hate it when others do it to you. And although you have a lot of questions, you would rather the information get offered to you directly from them. If Felix and Changbin view you the way you view them, then you have no doubt that one day, they will offer you personal information.

"That was great," Felix says with a loud, satisfied sigh, slumping forward on his stool. You nod and hum in agreement, taking a sip from your water. Changbin groans what you assume is a satisfied sound and stands up, rubbing a hand over his belly.

"I'll clean up," Changbin offers, reaching for everyone's plate. 

"Thank you," you say with a smile and slump forward as well, since there is no back to the seat, so you can’t sit back and let your tired, full body relax. 

The food is left on the counter when you all get up and return your folded stools to the dry storage closet, and when you follow Felix's lead and begin to leave the kitchen, you ask, "What about the rest of the food?"

"The chef will eat it," Changbin says. "Or he'll put it away."

"Oh," you respond. 

You hope you left him enough to enjoy and make a mental note to always have food leftover when you eat in the kitchen, just in case. 

With the night still young, you decide to swim. Yoongi probably won't be back for quite some time, and you don't really feel like going back to bed, so you choose the next best thing. Felix seems excited about the idea, and you part ways at the top of the stairs, going into your separate rooms to get ready.

You change into your black bathing suit and grab a towel from your bathroom, and when you leave your room, you find Felix is already in his shorts and exiting his room. 

"Changbin is tired," Felix mutters, and you nod and accept the explanation with no further questions and lead the way back downstairs.

One staff member you were not expecting to see is the bartender out at the pool. He is even playing music over the speakers, and when you step outside, he asks if you want to change it to something else. Currently, he has Bibi on, so you smile, shake your head, and tell him it is perfect.

"Want something other than champagne to drink?" Felix asks as you set your towels onto two lounge chairs. Truthfully, champagne sounds nice, so you shake your head once more and sit on your chair to wait for the drink to come.

"Are you settling in a little better?" Felix asks.

Your mind instantly goes right back to Yoongi's bed. Yoongi teasing you for how easy it is to make you cum. Yoongi pulling you close and making you feel safe. 

"I am," you say, trying not to make a big show of it, but you can feel your cheeks warming, and you struggle to hold down a smile. 

Felix's eyes widen. "Oh gosh, you're getting shy. Did you two—you did, didn't you?"

"Maybe," you mutter, feeling your face become impossibly hotter.

"Oh my gosh," Felix loudly whispers. "How was it? Wait, is that invasive? Never mind, don't tell me how it was!" 

Felix is absolutely giddy, waving his hands around while he speaks, and it makes you feel giddy, too. 

It is nice to giggle and whisper with someone, so you nod and quietly say, "It was very good."

At this, Felix pulls his hands over his mouth, and his eyes become even wider.

You let out a loud, boisterous laugh, and reach out to give Felix a playful smack on the arm. The bartender drops off two glasses of champagne and the opened bottle, and you both reach for a glass. 

"To getting laid," Felix mutters quietly, holding out his glass, and you shake your head in embarrassment and tap yours to his. 

The champagne is cold and slightly bitter with a sweet finish, and you take a nice big drink of it. It feels as if the bubbly liquid moves throughout your body, causing tiny waves of carbonated excitement to wash through you, but it is likely just the thrilling moment you are sharing with Felix. 

"I'm glad," Felix says after taking a drink from his glass. "It's been a bit since he's…well, at least since he's had someone who seems like a consistent person in his life, other than—” he clears his throat, as if he has caught himself saying something he shouldn’t and continues, “—he was beginning to get a little cranky and unpredictable."

You swallow all this information down in an attempt to digest each bit, one by one. "Back up. I have questions."

"Uh-oh," Felix says with a grin.

"Uh-oh, indeed," you giggle and dump the rest of your drink straight back into your mouth. 

"First of all," you say, holding up your index finger. Felix holds his finger up too, with a mischievous smile. "A consistent person. There have been inconsistent persons?"

Felix chews his lip as if he's trying to find a way to put his words delicately, then rolls his eyes and says, "Okay, I mean…he owns a brothel, so it's not like…it would be silly to assume he doesn't…"

"He gets high on his own supply," you say, trying to keep from laughing. 

"Something like that."

You squint your eyes and you wait for Felix to elaborate. 

"He wasn't fucking his own employees or anything like that; even he knows that would be morally grey," Felix giggles, shaking his head emphatically. "But he would take people back to the rooms and use them rather than bringing them here."

"People?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.

Felix raises his eyebrow, as well. "Yes, people. I don't want to elaborate; you'll have to find out more from him." 

You note that the word choice may suggest that Yoongi does not only fuck women, and you nod, allowing Felix to move on. 

"It's a process. Everyone is screened, vetted, tested, the whole nine yards. By the time he's run a full background on someone, it seemed like it was taking the joy out of the process, and none of them were long-term candidates or anything, so he wasn't fucking around very much."

This raises a question that you keep to yourself, which is, of course, how Yoongi knows your tests have come back negative and that you are on birth control. You reach for the bottle of champagne to refill your and Felix's glasses while you mentally go over the facts. 

Fact number one being that Yoongi did not use a condom, and you let him cum inside you. Yoongi knows you are protected, and you file that away in the little box in your mind that is labeled Yoongi Definitely Knows More About Me Than He Admits and move on.

As it turns out, there was just one fact to mull over, and you set the champagne bottle down and clear your throat.

"Okay, I accept that explanation," you say as you bring your glass to your lips for another sip. "So the last consistent person in his life must have been Ryujin?"

Felix licks his lips, thinks over his next words, and says, "Not exactly."

"N—"

"But I can't divulge more about that," Felix continues in a bit of a panic. "It's nothing crazy or dramatic; it's just…it goes back to the earlier point that I do not wish to say more about, and…it's just better if some of this stuff comes from him."

You nod and accept Felix's response, tucking away the idea that, if your suspicion about Yoongi also liking men is true, the last consistent person was most likely a man, and you move on. 

You wait for Felix to take a drink from his champagne before you ask, "How long ago did he split from Ryujin?"

Felix looks up and pulls his mouth into a tight, cute little thinking face, and you study his features—soft yet sharp and covered in pretty little freckles. "Seven years?"

Your mouth drops. "Wait…seven years?" Felix nods, and you cock your head, studying him. You are in your mid-twenties, which would probably make Yoongi older than you. "How old is Yoongi, then?"

The look on Felix's face is a mix between surprise and confusion. "You don't know how old Yoongi is?"

"It hasn't come up!" You whine defensively. Your heart is pounding, and you feel a bit foolish.

"He's twenty-nine. He was twenty-two when he called off the wedding."

This is shocking. "But it seemed like they had a long history together? I mean I know he said they were high school sweethearts, but I thought the wedding was called off like, last year?"

"I mean, they grew up together."

"Oh." You suppose that makes sense. 

"They were best friends until some time in their teenage years when they decided to date. Or maybe they decided to fuck; I'm not sure which came first. And that was that; they were inseparable until they weren't."

"I have questions," you say, and Felix nods. 

"Go ahead."

You drink from your glass, then clear your throat. 

"Okay, so first of all, how has this grudge between them lived on for so long? Like why is she still bothering him to marry her if it's been seven years? Because I have seen her—she is hot! Can't she just, I don't know, find some man of equal hotness to marry her?"

Felix watches you with a wide, excited smile, then shakes his head. "Oh sweetie, you have a lot to learn."

"Educate me," you say incredulously, finishing your champagne.

"She's the head of a mafia family; she can't marry just anyone. It's a business strategy, and most men—or women—aren't worth the investment."

You squint at Felix and challenge him, "But I am?"

"You are."

You swallow hard, knowing exactly where this is going, and ask, "But why?"

Felix finishes his champagne and studies your face before saying, "You know why."

"My background?"

"You'll have to talk to Yoongi more about this; I've said too much."

“Okay, but did you know about my background before I told you about it that night in Busan?”

Felix hesitates and says, “Sort of, but not really. I wasn’t told any of the details.”

“Did you happen to tell anyone else about it?”

Felix squints and cocks his head, looking confused, so you continue.

“Jimin said something this morning that made it seem like he knows something.”

“Ah,” Felix responds. “Jimin likely knows because he is one of the men who tends to know more than everyone else, with the exception of Seokjin. You will have to talk to him about it.”

You sigh and accept Felix's explanation; it is clear that you are not going to get more out of him than that. Despite getting closer with him, he still has a job to do and a boss to protect. It is frustrating to be left hanging, but it is not as if you can force Felix to say more than he feels he is allowed to.

"Swim?" Felix suggests, and you nod, abandoning the rest of the champagne and questions for the time being.

Despite having slept for so long, you are tired by 1 AM. Yoongi and the men still have not come home, and although you are not necessarily worried about them, you wish he would return soon. Knowing what it feels like to fall asleep in Yoongi's arms makes it difficult to climb into his big, cold bed alone. 

At least the bedding still smells like traces of Yoongi, and you wrap your arms around one of his pillows and hold it close while you close your eyes and picture Yoongi's sharp little smirk and wide, eager eyes. It is not long before you begin to fade and fall asleep.

The sound of shouting wakes you first, but it is distant enough that it does not fully rouse you. You are not even certain that you are awake, and you roll back onto your side and grip onto the pillow you had been holding before and try to fall back asleep.

But then Yoongi's bedroom door slams open loudly, and you jolt awake, sitting up, worried at first that you might find an intruder at the foot of the bed before a disheveled Yoongi comes into view. Yoongi is head to toe in black, with a silver bolo tie around his neck, and his hair is sticking out in all directions, messed up.

"Yoongi?" you ask, sleepy and still trying to process what is happening.

Yoongi grins and leans into the end of the bed. "Darling! The evening was a roaring success, and our man won! Oh, shit, were you sleeping?"

His voice is slurry and a little too loud, and now that everything is coming into sharp focus, it sounds like there is a party downstairs. 

"Yeah," you grumble, "I was asleep. Who won? What time is it?"

Yoongi shrugs and looks at his wrist, squinting as if to focus on it a little better, then shouts, "4:42!"

"In the morning?"

"No," Yoongi slurs with an eyebrow raised, attempting sarcasm, "in the evening."

Oh, he sure has jokes. You scoff to yourself and roll your eyes. 

"Had a few drinks?"

Yoongi hums and sighs. "A few too many. I'm exhausted. Wanna fuck?"

This time you laugh openly and shake your head. "Wow, you sure talk a hard bargain, Yoongi, but I might have to pass."

Yoongi cocks his head and stares at you incredulously, then stands straight and makes his way around the bed to your side. You watch his very valiant attempt to walk like a sober man and bite your bottom lip to hold in a laugh.

"Did you at least miss me?" Yoongi asks as he gets near. His breath wreaks of whiskey and cigars, but you lean in to touch your lips to his. 

"I did," you mutter softly, watching as Yoongi smiles and rubs the tip of his nose against yours. 

"Good," Yoongi responds and takes a step back. "And I see you made yourself comfortable in my clothes." 

You nod in agreement. 

"Did you snoop around my closet while you were in there?"

"I did," you respond with a grin. "I found some very interesting accessories."

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth and chuckles, then his lips pull into a smirk. "You should see the ones I keep locked up."

"Is that so?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

Yoongi nods and bites his bottom lip. "I could show you...are you sure you don't wanna fuck?"

You giggle and reach out, grabbing handfuls of Yoongi's shirt. The material is satin, and it slides in your hands as you gently hold him close. "You're drunk, Yoongi."

"I consent!" Yoongi whines.

"Thank you for that, but that's not what I mean. I just—I don't feel comfortable being sober while you're drunk."

"Trauma?" Yoongi asks softly, and you hum in agreement. "I would never do anything to hurt you, but I understand. I'll earn your trust first. And in the meantime, I will sober up."

"We could sleep," you suggest.

Yoongi hums, eyes trailing between yours, left and right. "I wish I could, but I still have a lot of energy from tonight, and the guys are here, celebrating. Maybe a swim will sober me up."

A swim sounds nice, but you are still quite tired and not sure you want to join him. Plus, the house sounds crowded, with shouts echoing up the stairs from time to time, and you are not sure you want to bother with being around others. 

"Maybe Namjoon will swim with you," you suggest. 

Yoongi shoots you a questioning look and stands straight, creating distance between you. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The shift in Yoongi's demeanor makes you nervous, and you chuckle. "I don't know, it was just the first name I thought of," you say, watching as Yoongi's expression doesn't soften. You continue, "I assume all the family men are here."

Yoongi continues to stare, eyes sharpening, then he shakes his head and scoffs. "Maybe one of them will swim with me," he says and turns toward his closet. 

You sigh and fall back against the bed. It is exhausting how you never seem to know what will trigger Yoongi to get upset. Light shines from the closet, and you decide you should just ask Yoongi what you said to upset him, and you sit up once more, throw the comforter off you, and make your way from the bed to the small room. 

Yoongi has a drawer on the far end of his island pulled open, and he looks up when he notices your presence, sends you a soft smile, and goes back to rummaging through what you assume is a pile of swim shorts. 

"Did I say something wrong?" you ask, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth and pulls black shorts from the drawer. As he pushes the drawer shut, he stands straight and rests one palm on the marble island. 

"You had no way of knowing," Yoongi mutters. "Namjoon and I—" he appears to be searching for his next words, then he smiles and says, "Namjoon and I have always been really close. But it's nothing worth getting into. Sorry I reacted so strangely."

The first half of his statement and the second half definitely do not match up, but you mutter, "Okay," and let it go. You hope that, as you get closer, whatever it is that Yoongi is not telling you now will be something he feels comfortable telling you later. 

There is a knock on the bedroom door followed by a nasally voice calling, "Knock knock! Are we decent?" It distracts you from giving the matter too much more thought.

"In here, Seokah," Yoongi grumbles loudly. 

You turn to find Hoseok approaching in small bright blue swim shorts. His body is much more muscular than you expected for how willowy he is, and you pull your gaze away quickly; you are not trying to check out one of Yoongi's men. Not to mention, Yoongi has begun to unbutton his shirt, and you find your eyes glued to his slender fingers and the strip of skin that is revealed the lower they go. 

"Someone said something about swimming. Are you joining us, darling?"

Hoseok's voice sounds playful, and you are surprised to hear the familiar pet name come from him. You turn your head in his direction but do not look back at him as you shake your head and say, "No thanks, I'm pretty tired still."

"Bummer," Hoseok says. "We're all in a pretty celebratory mood, and it would be nice for the other guys to see more of you. But rest is important, and we will have other opportunities to hang out."

You hum and mull it over. It would be nice to get to know the family men a little better. 

"I'll consider it," you concede. "Maybe if I can't sleep."

Yoongi strips his shirt off and tosses it onto the island, and you hear Hoseok wolf whistle before saying, "I'll take this as my cue to exit. See you soon, hyung!" 

You can't help but stare as Yoongi undoes his pants and pushes them down. Although you can only see as far as his hips, you know what the rest of him looks like, and you are beginning to regret declining sex earlier. He is still clearly drunk, however, and drunk men plus sex equals memories you do your best to block out. 

"Are you staring at me, darling?" Yoongi mutters, and you pull your gaze to meet his, realizing he is standing still and smirking. 

"Maybe," you respond with a grin.

Yoongi hums and grabs his shorts. "Well, maybe once I have sobered up, I will show you what you are so clearly longing for."

"Maybe?" you tease.

Yoongi bends to put his shorts on, and when he pulls them to his hips, snapping the waistband, he meets your eye again. 

"Yeah," he says, "maybe."

You hum in response and shrug. "Maybe I won't be interested later."

Yoongi's gaze is both playful and dangerous, and you do your best to hold your composure, attempting to appear unaffected and playfully disinterested. 

"I could make you interested, darling," Yoongi rasps. "Don't worry."

You cock an eyebrow. "Is that so?" 

Yoongi hums. "With your consent, of course."

You giggle and shake your head, feeling a swell of affection. There is that word again, and you feel your heart flutter with how, even when he is trying to play the part of the dangerously sexy heartthrob, he is worried about your boundaries. What a babe.

Yoongi chuckles and chews on his bottom lip while rounding the marble island, and you stare at his chest, reminding yourself to one day ask about all the scars. One day when you have the kind of relationship where he feels comfortable telling you things like that. Or when you have any sort of relationship at all—you still have no idea what you are.

With a sweet, chaste kiss, Yoongi leaves to go swimming, and you climb back in his bed and pull the blanket up to your chin and attempt to get some rest. 

Sleep had actually come fast, but once the sun rises, the house gets even louder, and you struggle to stay asleep long enough that you finally give up and get out of bed. With a big stretch and some grumbling, you decide to go to your room for a bathing suit. If everyone is determined to party all morning, you may as well join them. 

You are surprised to find the hallway absent of Felix and Changbin, though you imagine it is still pretty early for them. That, or Yoongi told them you would be asleep for a while. You are also surprised by how few people are in the pool area, considering how loud they are, as you make your way to your room and close the door behind you. 

You pad through your room and into your closet, to the drawer in the island where bathing suits are stored. Some of them came from your apartment with your clothes, but others, you imagine, Namjoon or Hoseok bought for you, with the rest of the newer clothes. 

One suit has a retro fit with a high-waisted floral bottom and frilly yellow top, and you pick that one to wear since the men downstairs are celebrating something—it feels like a celebratory look, anyway. Then you slip on some black sandals and go into your bathroom for a towel, which you wrap around your hips.

The towels in your bathroom are always stocked, and you often wonder who is in charge of the laundry, and when they come into your room; you have never seen a single person carrying towels. In fact, you have no idea where laundry facilities are inside the mansion. Your clothing simply goes from being worn to clean, and what happens in between is a mystery.

You make your way through your room and out into the mezzanine. At a glance, it appears that all of the family men are in or near the pool, with several other men you do not recognize. It does not seem like the crowd that hangs out just for the sake of hanging out, for which you are grateful, and you head down the stairs toward the door. A large grandfather clock in the main hall, near the couch, tells you that it is just after 6 AM, and you shake your head. 

The doors leading out to the pool are all open, so you are not surprised by the loud hip-hop music playing poolside, though once you are outside, it is much louder. The area is somehow heated, but the cool morning air still hits you, giving you goosebumps. Men shout and cheer, and you scan the area, looking for Yoongi. 

"Little dove, you've joined us at last!" Jimin calls, and you turn to find him standing near the bar with a champagne flute in hand. 

Jimin is not the man you want to see, but he is a man who you know, and you want to try to make nice with all of the family men, so you head his way first. He is joined by a man you have never seen, who is handsome and a bit shorter than him, and you wave to them both as you say, "Good morning."

"We didn't wake you, I hope?" Jimin asks with a coy smile.

The bartender leaves his post to bring you a glass of champagne, and you mutter a thanks before taking a sip. 

"You did," you finally reply, "but I was restless in the first place, and it's a nice morning to miss out on sleep. Plus, who can turn down a celebration?"

"Ah, yes," Jimin responds, looking past you. "Wonho really is something. We may have started out too strong with a fighter as good as him."

You turn to look for this Wonho fella who Jimin talks about and see a very buff blond man at the far end of the pool, surrounded by others. He punches his fist into the palm of his hand, and those surrounding him cheer and raise their glasses. 

"Well, good for him," you say, turning back to Jimin. "Whatever he has done, he seems to have made a name for himself."

Jimin squints, studying you as he slowly raises his glass to his lips. You hate being under his scrutinizing gaze and raise your eyebrows, humming at him questioningly. 

"The things he tells you versus the things he does not tell you..." Jimin trails off, sharpening his gaze. "I find it fascinating."

You down the rest of your champagne and straighten out your posture. 

"Can I ask you something?" you challenge, feeling bold.

"Please," Jimin responds with a smirk.

"Do you pick on me, or is being snide just your personality?"

The person beside Jimin scoffs and turns away from him to giggle, and Jimin smacks him on the chest while looking at you incredulously. 

"Both," Jimin responds. He cocks his head and nibbles on his bottom lip, then says, "I pick on you, yes. Not because I dislike you; in fact, I like you quite a bit, little dove. I think you fit in here better than any of us anticipated."

"But?" you nudge, picking up on how Jimin's tone suggests he has more to say. 

"No buts," Jimin pauses and grins. "Being snide is a defense mechanism, dove. The way you are always a little cold and observant, holding back your thoughts until you learn to trust someone, I like to pick and prod but never reveal my hand fully, to see how I can get people to react. Two sides of the same coin."

You hum and accept Jimin's explanation. "I don't really mind it, to be honest; I just hoped that it was something like that and not because you didn't like me."

"I like you," Jimin repeats softly, almost sweetly, and you feel your cheeks warm. 

"That makes one of you," you mutter, looking down at your empty glass, considering a second. 

"Namjoon and Hoseok like you too," Jimin says, and you look up at him, feeling pleasantly surprised by the information. "The others will come around. Well, the Kim's will—Seokjin and Taehyung. Jeongguk...don't expect him to like anyone. He has a lot of baggage, and he has built up walls that he does not let any of us scale. I don't think even he knows how to scale his own walls at this point."

You sigh, feeling how relatable that is. You have been working on letting others in and allowing people to know the real you, especially while working at the dive bar over the last few years and becoming close to customers, but there were years when you were a lone wolf, determined to never trust another human again. 

Sometimes you feel the urge to stay that way creeping up, and you have to remind yourself to try to relax and at least let others in, even if just a little. Which is why, when you consider how much affection you feel for Yoongi, you are still surprised by yourself. 

Speaking of Yoongi, you still have not found him. The bartender approaches to exchange your empty glass for a full one, and you thank him, then turn to Jimin to wish him a good day. He doesn’t introduce you to the man by his side, and you do not really care to ask. 

Turning toward the pool, you scan the area, looking for men you recognize. Taehyung is in the pool, arms on a large swan floaty that Seokjin is laying on, and they appear to be laughing about something. 

Jeongguk is on the far end with his arms crossed, talking to Hoseok, and it looks like Namjoon is beside Hoseok with his back to you, so you make your way over there. All of the men are shirtless, in black shorts, aside from Hoseok in blue, and you are surprised by how muscular they all are, although perhaps you should not be.

You consider that Yoongi could be hidden behind the wall of the man Namjoon is, when a familiar pale hand snakes around Namjoon's side, grabbing onto his back. Namjoon's arms are bent, presumably holding onto something, and your steps falter before you push forward and continue to approach. 

Jeongguk sees you, and his eyes widen. He turns to the group but does not appear to say anything, but the hand around Namjoon slips away. Namjoon turns to you and smiles widely with his dimples on display, and with his body at the new angle, you can see Yoongi just past him, talking to someone off to the side before his eyes meet yours, and he smiles. 

"Fellas," you call, holding your flute of champagne as if to toast them. "Don't let me interrupt."

You wink and smirk at Namjoon, and he flashes you a glance that is indiscernible before clearing his throat and excusing himself, telling the group, "I'll go get us another bottle."

"Hey darling," Yoongi says with a grin, stepping forward to meet you. 

Yoongi appears just as drunk as he was earlier, and high as shit on cocaine. You roll your eyes and pull him in for a one-armed hug as you mutter, "Hey there, jitterbug."

"Is it that obvious?" Yoongi mutters. 

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious," you respond with a giggle. "But it's also just after 6, so I guess you have to do what it takes to stay awake."

"Did you come all this way to nag him?" A voice you do not recognize cuts through the noise, and you look to your left to find Jeongguk glaring at you. 

"Jeonggukah," Yoongi mutters, and Jeongguk scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

"You should be thankful you're allowed to live under his roof," Jeongguk continues. 

"Excuse me?" you respond, turning your body to face Jeongguk. You cock your head and knit your eyebrows, surprised by his attitude. "I was joking. Do you know what that is? Have you ever smiled before?"

Yoongi grabs you by the arm and tugs you away from the group muttering, "Okay, that's enough."

You half expect Jeongguk to retaliate, but when you look back, he is smirking while Hoseok watches you with a worried expression. The champagne blends beautifully with your sleep deprivation, and you feel the urge to turn back and give Jeongguk a piece of your mind, but Yoongi continues to pull you toward the other end of the pool. 

"Ignore him," Yoongi says. "He's an asshole."

"But why?" you ask, turning back to face the direction you're walking. 

"Doesn't matter why, just don't encourage him. You two are likely never going to be friends."

Not that you would want to be friends with a prick like Jeongguk anyway, but it bothers you that he was so quick to try to call you out for something when you were just trying to joke with Yoongi. You stop walking once you have reached the opposite side of the pool, near the diving boards. 

Yoongi approaches Namjoon, who sits on a pool bed despite telling the others he would return with champagne. He reaches out his hand, and Namjoon gives Yoongi a metal vial, which he hands to you. You take the vial, knowing full well that it is cocaine, and unscrew the top, which already has a tiny spoon embedded into it. 

Two small piles of the drug enter your nostrils, and you hand the vial back to Namjoon, assuming that Yoongi has probably had enough. Yoongi does not try to correct your choice, and as you pinch your nose to inhale any stray powder, Yoongi takes your free hand and tugs you further along until you are in a shaded area, away from everyone else, in a far corner. 

"I have some questions for you," you say as you sit in a bed and hold onto the remainder of your champagne tightly. This feels eerily familiar to your chat with Felix, though this time, you are jittery with aggravation rather than excitement.

"Okay," Yoongi says, sitting across from you, sideways on the bed with his elbows on his knees.

You hold up a finger for each question. "Why do you keep Jeongguk around if he has an attitude like that? What did Wonho do that was so impressive? Was there anyone you dated seriously between Ryujin and...whatever it is that we are doing? What are we doing? I think that's all...for now." 

With four fingers held up, you watch Yoongi, whose expression grows from amused to anxious, and he holds up a finger. 

"I took Jeongguk in when he was a kid, maybe around thirteen. I found him orphaned and on the streets. I won't say he is justified in his behavior, but he has never had it easy. He is one of the hardest working men I have ever met, he absolutely never fails at anything, and he is like a little brother to me."

You swallow thickly and accept that response, knowing first-hand how hard being unhoused can be for a teenager. Yoongi holds up a second finger. 

"Wonho won a bare-knuckle boxing match tonight and made me a lot of money. Also took a rival gang member off the streets."

"Is he dead?" you ask, and Yoongi smirks, cocks an eyebrow, and holds up a third finger. 

"There was one person between her and you. It did not pan out the way we wanted it to, and we are friends instead."

Your stomach does a flip, and you feel the cocaine course through you as you mull over his words. You wonder if that person is Namjoon, based on Yoongi’s reaction to your mention of him earlier, and how touchy he was with Namjoon moments ago, but you do not wish to pry. 

"Okay," you say, attempting to take everything in. 

Even if the person is Namjoon and they are just friends now, you do not think he would do anything to come between the two of you, so you try not to think much of it. Except maybe you would like for him to come between you—tangled between you and Yoongi on his bed, specifically. But that is probably the drugs and champagne talking, and you keep that thought to yourself. 

Yoongi holds up a fourth finger and asks, "You still don't know what we are?" 

His voice sounds sad, and you chew on the inside of your lip.

"Are we dating? Am I training to be your wife?"

Yoongi sighs and drops his hand down onto his lap. "If you want to become useful to the house, then yes, we are dating. And if not, then you are a pretty piece of collateral, and we will cross that bridge when we come to it."

Once again, you are regarded as something other than human, and it annoys you. You chug back the rest of your warm champagne and place the glass on a table between the ends of your and Yoongi's chairs. 

"I'm a person," you say slowly since clearly, Yoongi needs a reminder. "I am not a machine and I am not collateral."

"I understand that darling, but that is simply not how things work in my world. Everyone has a use, or they are cut out. Believe me, I do not want to cut you out." 

The bartender comes along with two full glasses of champagne. Yoongi holds up his hand to decline his, and you grab both glasses, slamming one back and handing the bartender the empty glass. Once the man leaves, you turn back to Yoongi, feeling even tipsier and rather brazen.

"You know about my past," you challenge, "so you already know I would be useful. Is that why you wanted me in the first place?"

Yoongi blinks and studies you, then clears his throat to speak. "Of course I know about your past, darling. That is not why I want you, but it is part of what makes you good for me."

"Why?"

Yoongi leans forward. "Because you are smart, you come from the streets, and you have killed a man before."

"How do you know about that?"

Yoongi’s lips tug upward ever so slightly. "I know about a lot of things."

You lean forward, cradling your champagne flute between two fingers. 

“Do you know how I killed him?” Straddling his hips with his cock nestled inside you while you pulled a knife from under his blanket and drove it straight into his chest.

"I do. And by the sound of things, he deserved it."

"He did."

"The men I kill often deserve it too," Yoongi says, eyebrows high on his forehead as if he is challenging you.

"Often? So some don't?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Sometimes people are in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"What are your scars from?" you ask before you can stop yourself. 

Yoongi's jaw juts forward, and he scoffs. 

"Most of them are from my father," he says in a low voice, eyes softening, almost appearing sad. “I guess I was born in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Your eyes trail over those you can see, thick and dark scar tissue, some inches long, across his ribs. What the fuck could his father have done to him?

"Sorry," is all you can say, but Yoongi rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

"Are you done interrogating me?"

You feel guilty for bringing up what is clearly a painful memory after already having a somewhat charged conversation and slump forward, feeling as if the wind has been knocked from your sails. You never even got into the pool, and now all you want to do is retreat back upstairs and go to bed. 

"I am," you finally say, glancing around the pool area. "I think I'm going to go back upstairs."

Yoongi hums and nods then stands. 

"I'll join you," he says, holding out a hand for you to take. You accept and let Yoongi tug you to your feet, and you set the rest of your champagne down on the small table. 

You are led inside, with Yoongi waving at Namjoon and Jimin along the way, and then up the stairs. Yoongi does not give you a choice in where you are going, taking you straight to his room—though, you would have gone that way, anyhow.

"Let's save the rest of that conversation for when we are sober," Yoongi mutters, closing the door behind you. You nod and walk toward your side of the bed, but Yoongi tugs you into the closet. 

"You are not sleeping in a bathing suit, darling," Yoongi mutters, and you remember you are still dressed for the pool with a towel around your hips.

Yoongi lets go of your hand and grabs two sets of night clothes. He begins to change, so you do the same, feeling a bit apprehensive about stripping in front of him, despite how naked he has seen you. You both watch each other undress, and before you can begin to put the clothing on, he reaches for your hand and pulls you close, standing naked.  

"Now that we are both intoxicated, will you let me fuck you?" Yoongi pleads, jutting his bottom lip in a pout. 

You are tired, but you want to feel Yoongi on and inside you so badly, and you smirk. 

"Fine," you say playfully, as if conceding to his demand and doing him some sort of favor. 

Yoongi grins. 

"Good. Then let's skip the clothes and go straight to bed."

You are exhausted. But the moment Yoongi crawls between your legs, all thought of sleep leaves your mind. Yoongi makes you cum again and again, each time more intense than the last, and by the time he is moaning into your mouth, kissing you deeply as he fills you with his release, you are both trembling and covered in sweat. 

You instantly fall asleep wrapped in Yoongi's arms.  

Once again, you wake up in Yoongi's bed alone. 

The sun is still up, and you stretch, still feeling sore from how hard Yoongi fucked you earlier. You consider getting up to see if Yoongi is nearby, but you do not want to get out of bed just yet, and you roll over, pull the comforter over your head and fall back asleep.

The next time you wake up, the sun appears to be setting, and your body feels stiff. You go to Yoongi's closet to put on the clothing you had abandoned before and make your way to the hall. Changbin is asleep on the bench beside your door, leaning against the wall, and you feel a bit guilty for letting him sit out there and wait for you. 

You approach Changbin and tap his knee gently, whispering, "Hey," and he jolts awake, eyes wide and nervous, before scrambling to his feet and bowing his head. 

"My apologies, miss! I can't believe I fell asleep."

You giggle and shake your head, "No, really, I'm the one who is sorry. I slept all day; I should have peeked out and told you not to wait for me."

Changbin stands straight but appears displeased. "Still, I should not have been so careless."

The clock in the main hall begins to ding, and Changbin turns to you with wide eyes. "Wow, great timing. You have to get dressed! Yoongi wants you to accompany him tonight at House of Cards."

"Oh," you say, surprised by this information. You were just about to ask Changbin if he wanted to order a pizza or something from the chef. "Did he mention anything about how fancy I should dress?"

"I'll take care of all that for you, dove," Jimin's voice calls from the bottom of the stairs, and you turn to find him walking toward you with his trusty makeup case in hand. "I hope you are excited for your first event appearance on the boss' arm. We are going to make you look like a proper mafia wife tonight."

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princesse de mort | part 14.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Life at Hogwarts when your dad is Lord Voldemort is an interesting experience. And four particular people at school make it even more interesting.

Warnings for the Series: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first. this is like a mild dark fic? just shy of being dark?

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Remus Lupin x black!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

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You and Remus weren’t trying to hide the pregnancy necessarily. He just didn’t want you overwhelmed with everyone finding out. You two agreed to not say anything and when you started to show then you would go to his dad’s until you were comfortable saying something. He started buying parenting books, reading them in the safety of your room. You tied the belts looser now so his sweaters draped over your body more than clung to them.

The one thing that worried Remus was the fact that, when you were in just underwear in the sanctuary of the room you shared, you looked farther along than you should be. You hadn’t been recovering from Azkaban as quickly as they thought— although he was sure now that this was why. And he couldn’t push you to eat more, it made you sick to try and over eat. Your stomach had adjusted to fourteen years of barely enough. It already felt like you would explode with every normal portion meal. Eating past that wasn’t an option.

You were still tired and still shivering. More minutes were spent in Remus’ arms than out of them. If you were hanging out with Sirius, the poor man was dying under the heat of a blanket. He was too kind to say anything. But when you noticed the sweat, you made a point to sit next to him at meals and try to keep your cuddles to your husband.

It was starting to become too cold to go sit in the park. Every day if they were both home, just like in school days, your boys sandwiched your bundled up body between theirs and you all walked to the nearby grocery store and then back home. You only shopped for food for the day so there was an excuse to go out. Sirius pointed it out first when he came back early from a mission and caught you throwing open all the curtains in the house while simultaneously lighting every fireplace.

“The closer we get to winter, the more she thinks she’s in Azkaban.”

Remus nodded solemnly. He came home to find you tucked under two blankets, sitting in front of the fireplace, and looking out the window. He sat next to you and you flopped your head onto his shoulder.

“What do you think about Olivia?” you asked him, barely above a whisper so Sirius wouldn’t hear.

“You think it’s a girl?”

“Not sure.”

“Well, I think it’s a nice name, Sunshine.”

“We could always make it Oliver if it’s a boy.”

“Both sound amazing.”

“I spent my money yesterday,” you told him.

“Yeah?” He became interested, this would have been the first time that you had gotten money out from Gringotts without asking him first. “What did you buy?”

“I bought two things.”

“Big or small?”

“Very big.”

He kissed your cheek. “Very big? Do I get to see them? Are they more blankets? Did you buy Hagrid one now?”

He paused when a gravelly sound came from your throat. It was rough but the sound of laughter was undeniable. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, thinking that he would never hear that sound from you again. Like your shark smile, it was different from before but he loved it nonetheless.

“I bought Prongs’ and Lily’s house, no one ever fixed it.”

“You bought it?”

“For Harry. I thought he might want it later even if it’s just to sell it… did I do the right thing?”

“Yeah, Sunshine, you did such a nice thing. What else did you buy?”

“The cottage we wanted in Godric’s Hollow. I used up the rest of my trial money. Now it’s just the years in Azkaban left.”

Remus chuckled at you being concerned at finally making a significant dent in your vault. It took blankets for the entirety of Hogwarts, a house overflowing with books, and two houses to use up the compensation from lack of trial. Granted that was the biggest sum of money. The rest was basically a salary at a Ministry job for each year you had spent in prison. The cottage wasn’t big enough for nine people but Remus wasn’t going to say anything because you made such a huge decision on your own.

He had practically cleaned out his vault putting a down payment on a lot that was big enough to build on. His money from Order missions was going straight to builders who had already started on the house plans and de-gnoming the area. He could’ve gone for something like the Burrow but was too adamant about giving Harry a large space for himself. The boy had never had that before.

The house was in Scotland, closer to Hogwarts, rather than England because it was cheaper. Floo networks and apparating meant that location wasn’t really an issue for you. Remus felt the bag that he brought, and forgot about after sitting down with you, brushing against his leg.

“I got you something. Here.” Remus handed you the bag. “I’ve, uh, seen the front room.”

You dipped your head at his confession. You thought you had been making the tallies small enough to go unnoticed. You hadn’t missed a day. There were five thousand plus tallies littering your former cell. The front room didn’t even reach one hundred tallies yet. You gently opened the bag to see a journal and a self-inking quill in your favorite color.

“It’s more convenient than the front room,” he said.

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

“I think a lot of things need adjustment for you. That’s fine, we’ll adjust.”

You quickly marked the proper amount of tallies in the book and closed it.

“I’ll stop, I promise.”

Remus grabbed your hand. “You don’t have to do anything, (Y/N). You’re fine, darling. Do you understand?”

You nodded slowly. “Five thousand one hundred and ten marks in my cell. I’ll just mark five thousand one hundred and eleven.”

Your husband kissed the hand he was holding. It became clear that you wanted to stop for yourself. You didn’t like what you had become but didn’t know a way out. He didn’t know how to help. The counselor you stopped seeing didn’t know how to help. No one had ever left Azkaban before. No one had spent that long there with a shred of sanity. No one innocent had been thrown in. And no one knew how to help someone that had all those things happen to them. Remus’ lips stopped touching your skin. You needed away from here.

“How about you head to the cottage early? You can fix it up just how you like, I’ll come by every night.”

It would be the mission that he and Sirius went on but on steroids. A place where you could make all the decisions by yourself. He couldn’t think of any other way to help. The cottage couldn’t fit the entire family but it could fit you. Be a getaway. You needed a space that you controlled entirely. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel Azkaban breathing down your neck.

Remus told Sirius that his father wanted to spend some time with you both. After an okay from your friend, you both apparated to Godric’s Hollow and the cottage. The first thing you needed was a bed just so you both had a place to sleep at night. Remus went out to get that while you looked through the entire house. There was room for you and him, the baby, Harry, and a guest— probably Sirius. They’d be small rooms. There were only two proper ones that you’d be dividing to make the four. And unlike the Potters’ house, there was only one floor. Remus came back and the bed was in the bigger room shortly after.

“We won’t all fit here, I messed up.”

“No, you didn’t.” He was quick to interject. “You bought what you wanted. What do you want to do with the cottage?”

“Can we make our own library?”

Remus pecked your lips. “A library sounds wonderful.”

He didn’t exactly enjoy leaving you but Remus took extra missions now. He left after having breakfast with you and usually came back every single night. He did it so you couldn’t even get a chance to ask him a question. The first few days, he didn’t see a single change in the house. After about a week of missions, there was finally something different. You had painted the walls. He came back and started cooking dinner when you entered the kitchen.

“Can you help me?”

“Yes, Sunshine?”

“I tried to put the shelf together with magic… the spell sort of…”

Remus turned around and immediately clapped a hand to his mouth. There was a streak of ash running across your face from cheek to cheek. He walked into the living room with his hands on your shoulders. Unlike when you did it, his wand didn’t even spark and the shelves went up with ease. You felt a bit useless, almost wishing that they had snapped your wand when they locked you up. It was worse that you had it but couldn’t use it properly. It hadn’t even been three months yet. You knew that you shouldn’t be so anxious or in a rush but you couldn’t help it. If you at least had magic then it wouldn’t feel like Azkaban had won completely.

The more pregnant you looked, the more Remus worried. He asked his father to come over and help you since the man was retired. The moment Lyall Lupin found out he was expecting a grandchild, he rushed over. Remus had already warned him that you looked a lot different than before. He had seen the pictures from the one Daily Prophet article but that hadn’t prepared him for in person. It didn’t phase him though as he pulled you into a hug.

Lyall felt like one of his son’s students with the amount of warnings and instructions that Remus had given him. He knew about your scheduled routine and your tendency to ask for everything. He knew about your need to be outside daily. That earned looks from your neighbors and random strangers on the street obsessed with the concept of a cute grandpa and a cute pregnant woman all bundled up and taking a winter stroll. Lyall knew about everything and was the perfect companion for when Remus was gone during the day.            

“Where’d you come from?” Remus asked as he felt your hand on his shoulder.

He and Sirius were on break from missions after the last one. Sirius thought that you were still at Lyall’s house, needing a change. He didn’t even question the fact that Remus left damn near every night to see you.  

“The bathroom,” you said.

He kissed your hand and let you go sit down. You looked up after opening your book.

“I went to the bathroom,” you repeated.

“You did.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t ask you… no more bathroom rules.”

“Okay,” Remus said nonchalantly.

He was trying not to make a big deal out of it, in case that somehow made you go back on the progress that had just been made. It was the first time that if someone was home, you hadn’t asked them to do something. Remus looked up to see you wiggle yourself more into the chair, proud of your little accomplishment. He was proud too. Just like the tallies in a journal instead of on the wall, it was a small step in the right direction.

True to the agreement, as the cottage shelves filled up with more and more books, you went to the bathroom whenever you wanted. It hadn’t gone farther than that but Remus wasn’t pushing. You doing that on your own was more than enough. It proved that there was a chance to stop completely, that Azkaban didn’t shatter you. He saw you thriving in the little cottage in Godric’s Hollow.

That came crashing down over Christmas when Arthur got attacked. He hadn’t told you. He wasn’t going to because you were in recovery and pregnant. They were all lucky that Harry had seen Arthur’s attack in a dream. That dream became a nightmare when Dumbledore informed them of his theory that Voldemort and Harry were connected. Dumbledore suspected the Dark Lord was mixing false memories with true ones and eventually one false memory would lead to someone’s death. Moody voiced what a lot of Order members were thinking.

“Riddle’s back on the frontlines.”

Remus’ jaw clenched. He didn’t even look at Moody. “You leave her out of it.”

“Remus, she probably kno—”

“No. She’s just now getting better. You’re not thrusting her into any fucking war.”

“Moony,” Sirius tried to reason. Your father wouldn’t hurt you, they all knew that. It was the only surety they ever had in the war.

“No! My wife and child have no business in any of this.”

Everyone stopped. Molly tried to stutter out the word child. Even Sirius was stunned. He knew why the two of you were never in a rush. You both wanted kids but his friend was so hung up on his lycanthrophy that the thought of children was always pushed back to later ages in life. He had heard you two talk before the wedding. You went from having kids at twenty-seven to maybe thirty, and then thirty-three. Honestly, he thought it would never happen, not even adoption. And then you were wrongfully whisked to Azkaban. Sirius was positive after that it was never happening. He was starting to wonder if that’s why you left for a little bit.

“She’s pregnant?”

They heard your laughter, another thing that made them pause, and Remus abruptly turned. The gravelly, choked out attempt at chuckling always sounded like bells to him.  

“Did you travel alone? Did you apparate, did Dad let you ap—”

“Remmy, the healers said it’s fine to apparate well into your third trimester.”

“How was Dad’s?”

You had spent the week at Lyall’s house rather than the cottage.

“Your dad was great. His house has changed a lot since I remember it. He’s almost worse than you about this baby, wouldn’t let me walk anywhere.”

Remus stepped aside, leading you to the table. Everyone was just staring. You were there in a tight dress with a visible bump. They watched you roll your eyes at Remus’ doting as you just walked to the table.  

“I know, it looks farther along than I actually am. Only three months despite what I look like. Imagine a non-Azkaban me, you’d barely be able to tell then. I’m still working on that.”

Remus sat down next to you and you dropped your head onto his shoulder. Moody looked at the two of you. You reached for some food after asking and began to eat without a care in the world. The man sighed.

“Pregnant or not, (Y/N) is our best chance. He won’t suspect her, she’s been in Azkaban the entire time.”

Remus’ grip on you tightened. You held his hand.

“It’s alright, he won’t hurt me. I can still do it.”

“But you’re pregnant. He’s going to ask how.”

“A pureblood wizard I reconnected with when I went back to America. I needed some time away after getting out of Azkaban and one thing led to another. He’s making arrangements for when I give birth, we will probably stay with his family until the baby is older or the war is finished and I take my place in ruling… see, I might not be good but I can still lie. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

Remus rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll never stop being worried about you, Sunshine.”

(Part 15)

[lily-drake]

Are you going to adda part two to Bargain?? I wont pressure u into it but If u want to can you pleasee do a part two??

Fulfilled

Previous

Time was an ever present, never ending, unhaulting force that was always neutral. It was never time’s fault for when things were good and bad, for it always went on for everyone. It didn’t do favors for good or bad people, it didn’t do redos, it always went forward. So time passed, time passed and things were different because change and time work together.

“Hey Marinette, how are you feeling today?”

Tim asked gently as he sat next to the girl on her chaise. Marinette looked up from her embroidery work and smiled at him, carefully taking his hand into her own.

“Better now that you're here.”

She said brightly. It had been 1 month since he had shown up, two weeks since there was a new Cat Miraculous holder, and it was no coincidence to Marinette. Tikki was the one to make the reveal between the two happen as she flew in front of him and demanded that he simply hold her hand. Apparently being in physical proximity with her balance had helped her, but little bits of physical affection now that he was wearing the ring would help her even more. It reminded Tim of Ivy’s Cuddle Pollen, and that made it easier for him to understand the events that were thrust upon him so quickly.

“Did you go to school today?”

He asked as he rubbed small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Yea, can’t say I liked it very much. It really took a lot out of me to stay conscious.”

Tim could tell she wasn’t telling him something, that there was more to the story than she was letting on. He wouldn’t push though, they really hadn’t known each other for very long and he didn’t want to intrude.

“Alright, do you feel well enough to go on a walk? From what I’ve been told you need to get some strength back.”

Marinette sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder tiredly,

“Do we have to? I wouldn’t mind just taking a nap.”

Tim chuckled and began to slowly stand up pulling her up with him.

“We need to get you moving again outside of the suit. Tikki said that going outside and being around nature should help your healing process. Besides, it's a warm day. It will be nice.”

Marinette sighed as her legs wobbled under her due to the lack of usage. It had been almost two weeks since she had even moved without the help of Tikki’s magic as Ladybug when Tim had first come. Then after that it took another week of him visiting before she was able to even climb out of bed to move to her chaise without feeling like she was being burned alive from the inside out.

“Alright. Just to the park, once around, then we come back.”

Tim smiled and nodded,

“Yea, we could also sit on a bench when we’re done, and relax under some shade. You’re about as pale as me, and that’s not necessarily a good thing.”

Marinette let out a small giggle as he helped her slowly down the stairs.

Marinette liked Tim, he was a support and a person that she didn’t realize she needed. He was always so kind, patient, and it felt like he really cared for her. He was so unlike other people she was friends with before. When she was friends with Alya and the others they were always pushing her to do things she was uncomfortable with, expecting things from her she just couldn’t give. It was toxic and felt almost suffocating. Tim felt freeing, she knew he would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to, and he would support her with whatever decision she decided to make.

Tim held her hand through the walk, sometimes letting go and taking a few steps ahead of her as he encouraged her to take some steps by herself.

“You did great today!”

He cheered as they sat down on one of the park benches. Marinette gave a small smile breathing in deeply as she tried to catch her breath. Marinette opened her mouth to respond, a high-pitched voice cut through.

“Look who finally decided to show her face.”

A shrill laugh,

“Still pretending to be sick I see.”

Marinette ducked her head as Lila and Alya mocked her, not noticing the confusion and disdain that filled Tim’s face.

“What, nothing to say?”

Lila mocked as she leaned in while placing a hand on her hip.

“It’s not like you’ll listen to or believe anything I say.”

She mumbled to herself, no one else but Tim heard what she said. Tim’s gaze hardened and he knew why Marinette often came back from school tired and defeated. It didn’t look like anyone defended her.

“Excuse me ladies,”

Tim began, as he stood up and walked towards the two. Lila’s eyes seemed to brighten and gleam in a manner Tim had seen far too many times at galas. She thought that she could manipulate him into liking her.

“I’m Miss Marinette’s physiatrist. The pain she is in and facing is not some façade. We have only recently discovered what has been the cause of her ailment and are currently in the process of helping her heal.”

He said in a cool professional manner, trying his best to stay as neutral as possible. Plagg had mentioned side effects of being slightly more protective of Marinette than he would for others. It didn’t help that his vigilante need to protect was also heavily weighed into it.

The girls simply rolled their eyes,

“Wow Marinette. I didn’t realize you were this desperate for attention. You seriously paid some random person to pretend to be your doctor. This is a new low, even for you.”

Marinette could feel some of the aches and pains from earlier return, and though it wasn’t the burning it was before, it felt like she was being stabbed by pins and needles all along her body. Tim opened his mouth to say something but the small hiss of pain Marinette made when she reached up to tug at his hand had him turning around immediately and making sure she was okay.

“It’s okay Tim, let's just head back.”

Tim nodded and slowly helped her stand up, letting her lean on him to support her weight as pain flared through her body. The two girls kept “whispering” to the other, but Tim ignored them in favor of helping Marinette get away from them. There was no doubt in his mind that they were at least partially responsible for Marinette’s condition. Before they even made it into the bakery there was a loud crash from somewhere deeper in the city.

Tim glared at where smoke was rising as they walked towards her room as he grumbled about how villains always had the worst timing and how it just wasn’t fair. Once the trapdoor was closed Marinette quickly called on her transformation letting Tikki take over for the time being. Tim knew the protocol by this point as he promised that he would return tomorrow to pick her up for her actual physical therapy appointment. He promptly left the building to go somewhere else to transform so it wouldn’t be suspicious.

They had made a cover story that the reason that Marinette was in the pain she was in was because she had Rheumatoid Arthritis. To make the healing process seem believable Tim brought her a specific “medication” she would have to take. This medication would be made from the instructions from the Book of the Guardian’s along with some help from Zatanna to make sure it wouldn’t be too much of a magical strain on her already magically overstrained body. Tim visited her often to make sure everything was going well as her “special doctor” (caretaker) that her parents hired full time to make sure that their baby girl would never have to go through that amount of pain ever again.

The fight was over rather quickly, but the destruction caused in the interim was massive. The Akuma had been throwing explosives all over Paris, an upset demolitionist who lost their job, and had been blowing up whatever building or structure was in sight. The amount of energy it took from Marinette to heal everyone and everything took almost everything out of her. She collapsed and fell onto her knees as she gasped for air that seemed nonexistent and unobtainable. Ombre fell in front of her and quickly placed her hands against his chest as he tried to get her to breathe again. He was calm and collected, but as she stared into his bright silver eyes, she knew that he was just as afraid as she was.

“It’s okay Ladybug. You need to breathe, I can’t help you if you don’t breathe first. That’s it, come on. Breathe in 2, 3, 4; hold, 2, 3, 4; and out 2, 3, 4. You’re doing so well, that’s right, can you repeat the pattern for me?”

Marientte did her best to listen to Tim, to follow the pattern he spoke and did himself; but it was so hard. Even though she wasn’t wearing more than the Ladybug Miraculous for this fight the strain she felt was as if she were wearing all of them at once all over again! She could feel gentle hands pick her up, and she knew that if it wasn’t for Tikki’s magic surrounding her she would have screamed from the pain of being moved. She knew that as soon as she called off her transformation she would feel as if she were burning in a bath of lava once again.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ll drop you off on your balcony then I’ll disappear, call me and I’ll come right over.”

“Alright.”

Ladybug whispered as she leaned into her partner's shoulder. It only took a few moments before they reached her balcony where he quickly set her on her beach chair before hightailing it out before anyone could spot him. Marinette didn’t even need to call for her de-transformation as only a few seconds later it ended by itself causing her to shout out from the intense agony that slammed down against her entire being. Her parents or someone must have heard her as soon enough both of them had raced up to check on her, her mother calling Tim for her as each movement she took caused her to gasp for breath from the sheer intensity of the pain. She could feel the warm tears trail down her face like a waterfall as small sobs escaped. Tim was there in less than 5 minutes.

_________ She wasn’t able to go back to school for another two weeks after that incident, and she was thankful that Tim stayed with her to help her to do it online. Maybe it would be best for her to just finish high school online completely. No drama, no bullies, and it would be easier to escape for Akuma Attacks.

“What are you doing?”

Tim asked one day as he walked into the apartment only to see Marientte baking.

“What are you doing?”

Tim asked as he walked up and placed his head atop her shoulder. Marinette smiled and tilted her head slightly so it rested against his for a second as a small greeting.

“I’m baking two galettes, one for the kwamii and one for you.”

“Why me?”

He asked quietly as he tilted his head, his dark tresses brushing against her bare neck. Marientte smiled mischievously,

“I think it’s time I follow through on our little bargain, and this is one of my favorite desserts.”

Tim stared at her in confusion for a second before his eyes widened and shined brightly with happy realization.

“I forgot about that. There’s just been so much craziness going on.”

Marinette hummed in agreement as she continued to work on the delicacy.

“Does that mean you believe that you’re going to live through this?”

Marinette paused and tilted her head so they made eye contact.

“Yea, I think I will. As long as you stay by me that is.”

She whispered with a small smile. Quickly she leaned down and placed a small kiss to the top of his head before turning back to her work. Tim’s cheeks flushed slightly, a grin spread across his face. Things weren't going to be easy. Both knew that very well. Marinette would always struggle with the magical strain due to how long she was forced to be surrounded by it, Tim would need to go back to Gotham sooner or later, and they were both heroes and both knew the life or death risks that were lurking about every corner. But for now, they enjoyed the peace and calm that surrounded them. Marinette hummed a gentle song while Tim continued to hug her from behind, asking her quiet questions and passing small jokes that only they would understand. Things would never be certain, they never fully be okay, but they were content with the knowledge, the fact that they would never be or have to suffer alone ever again.

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

**

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame. 

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. 

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

**

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face  relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels. 

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

**

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers. 

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

**

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless. 

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom.  Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

 Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,”  Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and  Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear. 

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

 Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her. 

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

*

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again. 

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife. 

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat. 

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction. 

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?” 

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

[theoreticslut]

Plaything

pairing: charlie weasley x reader; bill weasley x reader; fred weasley x reader; george weasley x reader

 requested: nope

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, age differences but all characters are 18+, first times, fingering, oral (female receiving), penetration

A/N: Please do not judge me for this. That’s all I ask. I know this is questionable, but the weasley boys?? All of them?? They’re pretty hot and I’d be down to sleep with all of them, just saying. I’ve had this written for months and have just been too scared to post it, but you know what? It’s written, it’s pretty freaking good in my opinion, & I just really want/need to post shit again so hopefully you enjoy this. 

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You were excited to be staying at the burrow again this summer. You had pretty much grown up with the Weasley boys as your parents were friends from their time at hogwarts.

You had also been around to see Ron and Ginny grow up, so all of you were almost like siblings. You got along with all of them really well, and you were an only child so anytime you came to the burrow felt like you were coming home.

You were closest in age to the twins, being only a month or two younger than them, which meant that the three of you were as thick as thieves. There are plenty of stories from your childhood of you three planning pranks...and getting in trouble for them later.

Even though you’re closest to Fred and George, both in age and friendship, you still got along really well with Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Percy could be a bit stuck up at times so you didn’t socialize with him too much, but you did have a good relationship with Bill and Charlie.

In fact, most of your late childhood into early teen years you had a bit of a crush on the two older siblings. It’s bound to happen when they’re cute, older than you, nice to you, and almost always around.

Once you started at hogwarts, however, your crush on the two faded as they weren’t around as much and you were surrounded by other guys. Not that that really mattered any because you found yourself starting to crush on Fred and George more and more.

You knew it was weird since you literally grew up alongside them and they were your best friends, but you couldn’t help it. Even though the two of them could be a menace, they did know how to be really sweet. They had consoled you many a time from scraping your knee to losing your longtime family pet, even to when you had had a falling out with a friend.

You suppose that’s part of the reason you had fallen for them; since you grew up with them, you knew all these different sides they had that others didn’t necessarily get to see.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to have you stay here with us again.” Molly smiles at you in greeting as you, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny walk through the door after yet another school year.

You, Fred, and George had just finished up your sixth year and were excited that you were so close to graduating.

“Thank you for letting me stay again. I swear I’m not trying to permanently move in.” You smile, earning a chuckle from her as Fred rolls his eyes and mumbles a sarcastic ‘sure’ to which you slap his bicep for.

“Don’t worry about it, dear.” She chuckles. “You’ve been a surrogate daughter to me for years. It’s almost wrong to not have you here.”

You smile, loving that you’re essentially a part of the family. Don’t get it wrong, you love your parents just as much and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but something about being a weasley just sat perfectly with you.

~.~

You frown as you make your way down the stairs. You’re not really sure where everyone was. You’ve been hiding away in ginny’s room with a fan trying to stay cool while you read a book you bought in hogsmeade you just hadn’t had the time to read yet.

It’s surprisingly quiet, which is why you become so curious. It’s almost always full of noise in here.

Even though it confuses you, you decide to  ignore the itch you have to figure out why and instead find yourself something to eat as your stomach is growling something fierce.

You make it down to the kitchen and make a beeline for the fridge, looking around to see what there is. Just as your about to pull stuff out, you hear someone call you’re name from behind, startling you.

“Ah, sorry, y/n.” the same person chuckles as you turn around.

If you had been annoyed before, it all left your body when you saw who it was that had scared you.

“Charlie! What are you doing here? It’s been ages!” You ask, running up to give him a hug.

After he graduated, he decided he wanted to study and work with dragons and moved out to Romania to do so. That was nearly four years ago now, and you’d barely heard anything from him since.

“Nice to see you too, kiddo. How have you been?” He chuckles, hugging you back.

He doesn’t like admitting it, but he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for you. He remembers always wanting to take care of you when you were real little, granted he was real young then too, but something about you fascinated him. Maybe it was because you weren’t a boy.

Either way, he took care of you a lot when you were both real young. He got to watch you grow up, seeing you as a cute and innocent toddler to a carefree child.

He loved how you were wild enough to keep up with his twin brothers, yet were so soft and laidback as well.

He ended up having a bit of a crush on you. But he never acted on it as he was about five years older, and didn’t want anyone to think he was a pervert or anything. It’s not like it would matter, you two had grown up together, but you were both young and people don’t always like an age gap in young couples.

“I’ve been really good, Charlie. I was chosen as one of Gryffindor’s prefects this year! Not to mention I’ve done really well on all my tests.”

“That’s amazing, kiddo. I always knew you would do good. I hope you’ve been able to keep Fred and George in line?”

“Well, sort of...” you trail off. You didn’t really want to tell him how being a prefect gave you the ability to help Fred and George sneak around even better to set up their pranks.

“You’ve been helping them out with their pranks, haven’t you? I remember how much you three would get in trouble for them when you were younger.”

“We only got in trouble because Percy would rat us out.” You argue to which Charlie chuckles. He does remember how feisty you were at times.

You sigh as you take in his features. He was the same Charlie you had always known, but he was so much more mature now. His muscles were even more defined since his days of quidditch from working with dragons day after day.

You couldn’t help the butterflies that had started fluttering in your stomach as your heart started racing. You thought you were over your crush on him, but seeing him now resurfaces all your old feelings, only tenfold as you’re now with raging hormones.

“I see you’re still as feisty as ever, kiddo. Glad to know you haven’t changed that much since I’ve been gone.”

“If I’m ever not feisty, somethings wrong.” You chuckle, getting him to smile as he looks over you.

He has to admit just how well you’ve matured. Your y/h/c hair fell smoothly against your shoulders, not much longer than that. Your locks only highlighted your soft face, framing your features perfectly.

Same as you, he can’t help but feel his childhood crush on you reappear.

“You know, you never did answer what you were doing here? Does molly or any of your siblings know you’re here?” You ask after a moment of you two admiring each other.

“No, she doesn’t. Nor do they. I was hoping to surprise them with my visit, but none of them seem to be here. Honestly, I was more than surprised to see you here.”

“I’m surprised to see you. I don’t know where anyone else is, but I’m glad I got to see you first.”

“Same here, pumpkin. I didn’t expect to see you at all, but I’m glad I am. It’s been real nice seeing you before anyone else, especially since I don’t think I’ll have much time away from them whenever they do come home.”

You smile, looking up at the man you’ve been crushing on for years. He’ll never know what his words do to you.

“Y/n, kiddo. Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, pushing some of your hair out of your face as he tucks it behind your ear.

“Of course.”

“This might be crazy and I know it’s probably a bit weird, but I used to have such a crush on you.” He confesses, smiling at you as you watch him.

“Yeah? Well, I used to have such a crush on you too, Charlie.” You blush.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, chewing on his bottom lip as he mulls over his next action.

“Used to? Or still do, kiddo?”

“Still do...” you mumble, your cheeks a furious shade of red now as you admit to liking him.

You’re not really sure where your confidence came from. Sure you’ve always been comfortable talking to him about anything, but this was unchartered territory.

“Good.” He smiles, kissing you before leaning in so he can whisper in your ear.

“Because I do too.”

You gasp as he kisses your neck, not giving you any warning.

“Charlie.” You gasp, as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, your hands tangling into his hair and tugging.

He moans, pulling you even closer as he sucks on your earlobe, drawing a whiny moan from you.

“What do you say to taking this up to my room? We can have a bit of fun before everyone gets back?”

“O-okay.” You agree, melting against his body.

You’ve never been kissed before, let alone touched like this. Your body was going crazy with all the sensations and you weren’t sure what to do.

Charlie leads you up to his old room, that had been left pretty much the same. He closes the door, placing a locking spell on it even though no one should question why his door is closed. Molly keeps it shut anyways.

“Have you ever done anything, kiddo?” He asks, laying you down on his bed as he hovers over top of you.

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him for any sort of reaction.

He smiles warmly at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ears as he admires you. He would love to be the one to take your virginity, but only if you’d like him to.

“Are you okay with all of this?”

You nod, moaning lightly as you clench your thighs together.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, not wanting him to stop at all. No, you much rather he do something to help this sensation you’re having.

“No.” You whine. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your nose as he feels down your body.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. I hope you know that.”

“Charlie, please do something. I-I don’t know what to do.” You whimper. You’ve never felt so needy before and you need something to happen.

Charlie chuckles lightly above you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Are you feeling a bit needy, pumpkin? Need me to take care of you?”

You whimper, nodding at his words as he smirks.

You close your eyes as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whispering to you, “let me know if you want to stop, okay? I want you to feel comfortable.”

You nod, moaning as he starts to undress you, feeling your body up and down.

“So pretty, pumpkin. You’re so so pretty.”

Slowly you feel him drag his hands over your breasts, gently massaging them in his palms before trailing his hands down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart so he can see your pretty sex.

“Charlie.” You groan as he trails his fingers around your inner thighs, placing kisses at the tops of them but not touching where you need him to.

“Patience, kiddo. We gotta make sure you’re warmed up enough. I don’t want to hurt you any.”

You nod, tossing your head back as he tauntingly trails his fingers closer.

You become lost in the bliss of everything, not being able to separate his hot kisses from when he starts rubbing your clit before sliding two fingers into you.

No, you’re too far gone in the bliss to even realize he’s ready to slide himself into you until his head is pressing against you, ready to be enveloped within your soft walls.

“You okay, pumpkin?”

You nod, a few tears falling out as he begins sliding himself inside you, intertwining your fingers with his as he holds your one hand near you head, the other gripping at the sheets while his is planted on your hips to hold you still.

“Feel so good, pumpkin. You’re taking me so well.” Charlie praises, slowly pushing his way inside you.

“Oh, Charlie. Fuck.” You groan, squeezing the hand that’s intertwined with yours.

“It’s alright, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Just a few more inches and I’m inside you, yeah? Can you handle that?”

You nod, moaning as he pushes further into. You never would have expected him to be so well-endowed. It felt heavenly, but bloody hell.

He hisses when he finally fills you completely with his dick. He’s had sex before, but nothing has ever compared to this. He swears there’s nothing that could top the feeling of filling his childhood crush  with his cock.

“Charlie. Oh Merlin, please move.” You whine, your walls finally stretching enough for the pain to dissipate.

The next few minutes go by way too fast. One second, Charlie’s thrusting into you making you feel the best you ever have, and the next you’re coming all over him as he does the same in the condom he’s wearing, his dick still buried inside you.

You sigh as you come down from the high, not quite believing that just happened, but wanting to do it all over again.

~.~

You groan, frustrated at the feeling you’ve been dealing with for the last few days. Charlie only stayed for a week, and as he said, he had been swept up by his siblings wanting to spend time with him before he left again.

Since you two slept together, you’ve been finding yourself getting turned on and needing release more and more.

Charlie had been kind enough, or needy enough depending on how you want to look at it, to please you a few more times during his stay. Each time was absolutely amazing and you wanted so much more, but you knew he would be leaving again while you were stuck here.

Charlie has been gone for nearly three weeks now and yet you still find yourself getting turned on and needing release. Unfortunately, there was no way to do that, not unless you want to risk completely embarrassing yourself.

Bill had come home for a visit and he’s been here a few days now. You wanted to blame him for getting turned on, but you knew it wasn’t anything but your own thoughts doing it to you.

Same as with Charlie, the moment you saw Bill, all your old feelings arose and hit you tenfold.

Unfortunately, no “promising situations” arose where Bill might confess that he’s had feelings for you all along as well.

“You look grumpy, kid.” He points out as you come into the kitchen.

“I am a bit.” You frown, making your way over to the fridge. Again, you had been so preoccupied that you didn’t realize just how hungry you were until your stomach was yelling at you.

“What’s got you so grumpy?”

“I’m really hungry and just kinda tired.” You half-lie. Sure you were hungry and tired, but that’s not really what was making you so grumpy.

“Really? I would’ve pegged it on something else.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You ask, too irritated to really care what he thought anyway.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re turned on and haven’t done anything about it yet.” He states, not shy about it in the slightest.

“Excuse me?!” You blubber, choking on your own saliva at his answer. You never expected him to say that, especially to you.

Bill was always the mature, proper one out of all the boys. You two were close, but never in a million years would you have expected him to say something like that.

“Y/n, kid. I’ve been through puberty myself. I know what it’s like to be sexually frustrated.”

You whimper, not meaning to in the slightest, but it’s out before you can stop it.

“Is that the case, beautiful?”

You nod, blushing furiously. You don’t like to admit how needy you are, but here you are anyway.

“Would you like some help to feel better?”

You look up at Bill with such a needy expression on your face. Your eyes are wide and your lips are pouted. You don’t want anything more than to have him help you out, but the thought embarrasses you.

“Is that a yes, love?” He chuckles, caressing your cheek as he watches you. He’s always thought you were attractive but for merlins sake the sight of you all horny was a bloody masterpiece.

You nod, watching as he smiles at you, grabbing at your hand and tugging you along behind him.

He leads you up to his bedroom where he kisses you, pulling you flush to his body. Even though you’re younger than him by a number of years, he’s always had a crush on you. Seeing you now, nearly all grown up and matured, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good.

“Please do something.” You moan as he keeps kissing at your neck, his hands feeling  over your sides, hips, and ass.

He nods, placing one last kiss to your lips before ripping your shirt up over your head and quickly unbuttoning your shorts.

Before you know it, you’re naked underneath him as he’s naked hovering over you. He looks absolutely delicious, and you can’t help but kiss at his neck as he pushes his way into you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“Ugh, fuck. Doing so well, love. Taking me so well.”

You can’t help but moan at the praise. You love knowing that you doing good, that you’re making him feel good.

As soon as he’s all the way inside you, you’re arching your back, wanting him to move. You swear he’s even bigger than Charlie and yet you’re taking him better.

Before long, Bill has a fast pace set that’s nearly knocking the bed into the wall.

“Feels so good.” You whine, arching up against him.

“Almost there, love.”

You let out a high pitched moan as you both hit your highs, you arching against the bed as your one hand grips at the sheets, your other holding on bill’s shoulder.

“Feel any better, love?” He asks, panting as he pulls out of you.

“So much better. Thank you.” You smile, happily curling up into his arms as he holds you to him.

~.~

Summer passes by with days filled with happy and fun memories of swimming in the pond near the burrow or eating marshmallows that you toasted over the fire.

Soon enough though your back at hogwarts, stressing over classes and spending all your free time with the twins.

Tonight they had decided they wanted to drink and play silly muggle party games as it was a Friday after a big test in potions. You all felt pretty confident with your work, but it had been a long and stressful week. One that Fred and George just wanted to drink away. Being their best friend, you were of course invited.

“Alright, y/n. Truth or dare?” George asks.

“Let’s go with truth, I guess.” You say, taking a drop of the Veritaserum you all insisted you play with to make things more interesting.

“Alright, let see. Fred, what are you thinking?” George asks, leaning over to his brother to converse.

You were drunk, but not so far gone that you weren’t aware of what was happening or that you’d forget tonight’s events in the morning.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good one. Okay, y/n. Have you lost your virginity?” George asks, giggling at the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Neither of the boys knew you had, which is why they both choked on their drinks when you blatantly answered “yes.”

“Wait, really?!” Fred asks, his eyes wide as he looks at you in a new light. How did he not know his best friend had lost her virginity?

“Yeah.”

“When?!”

“Over the summer.” You answer before you can stop. You really, really did not want to tell you’re best friends that you had slept with their two oldest brothers.

“Over the summer? B-but, you never left the house.” George splutters out, not quite putting the pieces together yet.

“Mm-hmm” you hum, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you can’t help but tell the truth. Stupid veritaserum.

“The only people you would’ve seen...w-were,” he trails off, blanching at the realization that you slept with at least one of his brothers.

“Bill and Charlie.” Fred answered, not yet at his brothers realization.

You all sit in silence for a minute before Fred shouts out.

“Oh Merlin! You lost it to one of our brothers?!” Fred asks, a hint of disgust in his tone.

You nod, closing your eyes as both Fred and George shake their heads at the images.

“Which one?” Fred asks.

“Uh, well...both?” You answer, the veritaserum wearing off only slightly as you had such a small dosage.

“Both?!” Fred and George exclaim.

“What the hell, y/n! They’re our brothers!” Fred groans, disturbed by the thought of you sleeping with his older brothers.

“Hey! I didn’t start any of it, okay! They initiated it each time.” You defend.

“Each time?! How many times did you sleep with them?” George asks, exasperatedly.

“Uhm, 3 or 4 times with Charlie. Twice with Bill.” You admit, the veritaserum kicking in again as it works it’s way out of your system.

“Oh, godric. Ugh, we didn’t need to know that.” Fred huffs.

“You two asked!” You huff, blushing wildly as you lean back on the bed, crossing your arms.

A few minutes pass in silence as you mull over your words while Fred and George try to accept this new information.

“What was it like? D-did it feel...good?” George asks, shyly.

“What? Sex?”

He nods, blushing lightly as you start to get wet, thinking back on how amazing it feels.

“It feels amazing, Georgie.” You sigh, your thighs clenching together unconsciously.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I-I don’t know how to explain it, but the high it's-it's phenomenal.”

“C-could you show us?” Fred asks, both twins flushing madly.

“You want me to show you?!”

“Yeah. C-can you take our virginity?” George asks, shifting around in his spot as he gets turned on by the idea.

“I-I guess. B-both of you?”

They nod and you smile shyly, a deep blush on your cheeks as you lean forward to give each of them a kiss.

“Alright, well both of you lie back then, yeah?”

They do as you say, laying down on the bed you three were sharing. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. These were your best friends for merlin’s sake, you had literally grown up together.

Slowly, you climb on top of George as he’s closest to you and you smile lightly as his breath hitches at the sight of you on top of him.

“You’re sure you two want to do this?” You ask, looking between the two twins.

They nod, gulping as they watch you. True they had never really thought about you being their first, but now that the moment had arose, they knew they didn’t want it to be anyone else.

“Okay, uh, how should I do this?” You mumble to yourself, blushing at the reality that you’re going to be taking your best friends’ virginity. Not one of theirs, both of theirs. At the same bloody time.

“How did your first time go, love?” Fred asks, watching you as you try to figure out what to do first.

“Uh, well. It started with kissing; kissing each other’s lips before h-he trailed down my neck.”

George gently sits up, connecting your lips as Fred works on kissing your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Like that?” Fred asks, as George pulls away and taking his turn at your neck.

“Just like that.” You hum, pulling the older twin into a soft kiss.

“What next?” George asks, trailing his fingers up your sides.

“A lot of touching, caressing. W-we undressed.” You say, a bit breathily as you pull away from Fred, the red head immediately moving back down to your neck and shoulders.

“I-I’m supposed to be making you two feel good.” You moan, both of their hands feeling all over your body.

George had decided that he’d trail his fingers over your hips and thighs, roughly grabbing onto them every now and then to get you to grind against him.

Fred, however, decided he’d take responsibility for groping your breasts, sides, and stomach. His touch sending shivers throughout your body.

“We’re feeling good, don’t worry, y/n” Fred mumbles.

George nods, groaning in agreement.

“No. Let me take care of you guys.” You say, halting their movements as you push Fred back down on the bed.

You trail one of your hands up each of their stomachs, lifting their shirts as you do. You place a kiss to both of their lips before ripping off the fabric.

You slowly grind against George as you reach over and palm Fred, locking your lips with him as George throws his head back in a moan.

“Fuck, y/n.” Fred groans, upset at the lack of contact as you switch to kissing George.

You slowly trail your kisses down george’s neck and stomach as you crawl down to unbutton his trousers. You can hear him groan and you smile to yourself. Sure you’ve had sex, but you had only just started and were still quite inexperienced, especially when it came to focusing on the guy's pleasure. Hearing that they were enjoying it certainly made you feel better about your skills.

Once George’s trousers are off, you move over to Fred to give him the same attention. You slowly straddle his hips, grinding into him slowly as he grabs yours.

“Godric, y/n. You’re so...so good to us.” Fred sighs, grinding you down onto him harder.

After a few minutes you get both boys rid of their bottoms and them ridding you of your clothes except bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” George smiles, kissing you before easily removing your bra.

“So beautiful.” Fred agrees, kissing you after his brother. You let out a shocked gasp of air when Fred pushes you back onto the bed, kissing your neck.

“Can we fuck you now, princess? Please, angel?” Fred begs, looking up at you after making a mark on your collarbone.

“Go ahead, weasley.” You hum, a shiver running up your spine as he hooks his fingers in the crotch of your panties to rip them off you.

“Oh fuck, Freddie.”

He smirks, carefully bringing his finger to your folds, circling your clit carefully before slowly inserting his pointer and middle finger inside of you.

You groan, back arching up off the bed as your one best friend fingers you, your other best friend gently massaging your breasts.

“Come taste her, George.” Fred says, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking on them.

You moan at the sight, never imagining your two best friends would be here taking turns on you to lose their virginity. In all honesty, it was quite a spectacle. You really hoped you’d be able to do this again with them...except maybe one at a time though.

You sigh out in pleasure as George begins fingering you, bringing his tongue to your folds and eating you out at the same time.

You fall into a bit of trance, not able to differentiate between all the pleasure, the twins taking their time in prepping you. You don’t even realize they’re ready to fuck you until you feel George enter you, stretching you out.

“Oh fuck, Georgie. So big. Feels so good though, baby.” You groan, grabbing ahold of his shoulder as he pushes himself inside you.

You can just barely see Fred kneeling at the end of the bed, watching the two of you as he absentmindedly palms himself slowly.

George groans, twitching as soon as he’s inside you, much too overwhelmed with all the stimulation.

“Merlin, darling. You’re s-so tight. Feels so good.”

You moan, feeling him finally enter you completely. He waits a minute, letting the both of you adjust before he starts moving.

The next ten minutes or so go by much too fast, it didn’t take long for George to cum, pulling out of you as Fred takes his place. You register the switch, Fred feeling different inside you as well as going at a different pace.

You’re a moaning mess, reaching your high with Fred who stills inside you, leaning into you as you both ride out the bliss.

“Oh fuck, princess. That was amazing.” Fred smiles, kissing you as he massages your lower back, laying down beside you, facing you.

“Yeah it was.” George agrees, laying behind you and massaging your hip.

You smile tiredly, nodding in agreement as you try to catch your breath. The three of you lay together in silence for a few minutes before Fred kisses your nose, George kissing your shoulder.

“Is it cool to do that again? Like, tomorrow or something?” Fred asks, smiling at you as you chuckle.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that again. It felt amazing.” You smile, looking at Fred and then over your shoulder at George.

“Definitely, angel.” Fred agrees, kissing you and you feel george nod against your back as he continues placing soft, warm kisses to your shoulder.

You never expected all this to happen when arriving to the burrow this past summer, but you can’t say you weren’t pleased with the outcomes. Not only did you get a confession from your two oldest crushes that they also liked you back, but you lost your virginity to one, got to sleep with the other, and you got to sleep with your two best friends; which you’re pretty sure the three of you are going to continue to do for quite awhile. What more could you possibly ask for?

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push & pull | kim doyoung

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - SLOW BURN, smut, fluff, a bit of humor (idk not rlly) ❀ details -  hogwarts!au, fwb to lovers?, y/n is a player lol, jealous doyoung, mutual pining, doyoung is a lil mean ❀ word count - 9.7k ❀ warnings - explicit language, possessiveness (a concept of marking), dom!doyoung, angry sex?, slight dirty talk, penetration, fingering, praise kink ❀ synopsis - in which a prideful slytherin and an oblivious hufflepuff play a clueless emotion game of tug of war.

❝I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?❞  

❝People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you pursue me?❞ ❀ a/n - i changed the plot a little bit as i was writing lol but hopefully it still fits everything! i said this in the teaser, but i want to preface and say that the magic/marking is not canon to harry potter, and that the only thing im using are the sectional houses/subjects. besides that, everything is made up LMAO also pls b lenient with me, i read hogwarts!au but writing it is very out of my comfort zone and am very bad at creating anything magical 

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Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, mindlessly and imperfectly steals glances your way across the dining tables and under several hundred floating lit candles. He sits huddled with his few posh friends that wear the same green and silver tie situated so tightly underneath their necks. And you, just looking as dazzling as ever, with your yellow and black tie hanging loose and a few buttons undone from your dress shirt.

He hates how easily you catch his attention and his ability to spot your figure in a dense crowd. You barely even look his way in public now, often distracted by a broad Gryffindor that tries to make flirtatious advantages at you. And when he thinks it can’t get any worse, it does… as you’re flashing your bright beautiful smile back at him and the shift in your body language.

“You’re staring again.” Yuta flickers between his friend and the subject of his focus.

Doyoung clears his throat, smooths his tie and physically turns his body away from the horrendous scene. “It’s very hard not to stare when she’s flirting with other men in front of me.”

“Does she do it on purpose?” The silver haired boy raises a questionable eyebrow and Doyoung reacts before he can speak.

He perks up and narrows his eyes at Yuta. “Purpose? Like to make me jealous?” Doyoung scoffs, laughs almost at the ridiculous thought. “The answer is no. We’re not exclusive, we’re nothing.”

“If you two are nothing, then why are you acting like you two are something? Get a grip, it’s practically sickening watching you fume over a ditzy Hufflepuff.” As Yuta prepares to bite into his delicious soft bread roll, it flies out of his grip, down the long table and onto another person’s plate.

Both boys are quick to stand to their feet and face each other chest to chest. Neither one of them is intimidated by the other, but their other friends around them are rather shocked by the sudden discrepancy.

Doyoung forcibly brushes off an imaginary dust off his good friend’s shoulders and draws a perfectly strained fake smile, knowing that others may be watching and he is a Prefect after all. But most importantly, you could be watching. “Call her that again, and your dinner won’t be the only thing that’s thrown across the table.” His threat is loud enough solely for Yuta to hear.

Yuta, with glaring eyes, picks up his dinner tray and walks off with his chin held high and a brisk in his stride. Doyoung clears his throat in the midst of the brief silence and out of habit, fixes his tie back in place. He takes a seat back down and the chatter at the table resumes, but he’s beyond embarrassed and disappointed at his loss of temper that everything drowns out.

Almost everything. He feels a light tap on his shoulder and out of annoyance, he spins around hastily and sharply snarls, “what?” But his eyes land on your fearful wide eyes and the slight cower in your stance, knowing that you caught onto his bad mood. And he’s half in disbelief that you’re approaching him right in the center of the Great Hall, that you’re standing so beautiful a foot away from him.

Instant regret and guilt fills his chest, his sharp eyes soften at your pout and the concerned furrow in between your brows. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have any words to say… he can’t get himself to apologize for his behavior.

“Do you want to walk to Herbology with me?” The quiver in your voice made you seem so small, so desperate for him, that he can hear the reactions of his friends. They’re laughing, at him, at you, at the whole scene that’s unfolding. He feels mocked, being a laughing stock isn’t something he’s very fond of.

His lips form a tight line, and in a snarky tone, ��you don’t know your own way, Puff? Mind you ask your own Prefect to guide you.” Fuck. He tried to find the nicest way possible to brush you off, but his friends laugh a bit louder and intensely. And you didn’t like that one bit.

Your lips part slightly in a frown, an eyebrow raised and a hand on your hip. You look as if you’re ready to attack him, to jinx him, to probably pinch at his skin. But he knows you, and you’d do none of the above. Instead, you say the one threat that causes his heart to sink into the pit of his stomach, “don’t talk to me in class.” You’re slipping away from him as you pick up your pace, exiting all the commotion in the Great Hall.

He tries to hide the disappointment that stems from his chest, and his heart beats with an inexplicable dull pain. All he can think about is the twist of your expression and he’s gathering his things rather quickly to follow after you, without even a bid goodbye to his clique.

Without any knowledge of what you two do behind closed doors and the complex history that you two share, one may view your relationship as practically nonexistent; you two are strangers, barely passing acquaintances. 

Doyoung does not approach you in the halls, in anywhere that necessarily has many witnesses. You smile at him, maybe even a wave depending on your mood, but no one questions it … as you wave at almost everyone who passes by you.

Classmates might see interaction during the one class you two share, if they pay attention close enough. However, you and Doyoung are much more to each other than passing acquaintances. Although he’s starting to see himself as another name on your list of individuals you sleep with, you are much more to him than you could ever know.

He’ll never forget the first time you two met. He was patrolling the halls for anyone lurking past curfew with his nose dug deep in his heavy book on magical creatures, when you walked right into him and caused the both of you to fall to the granite.

He was beyond ready to dock off points for whoever the rule breaker may be, but you took his breath away when you hovered above him and clasped your palm over his mouth before he can scold anyone. You looked a bit frazzled as your hair was all over the place and he noticed your minimal amount of clothing in the middle of a cold winter night.

He saw the signature Hufflepuff badge on your thin sweater and the sound of your voice completely threw him off his tracks.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper at the stunned Prefect underneath you, whose body feels warm against your own. But your eyes remain frantically on the lookout for anyone else passing, despite the lack of light in the cobblestone hallway. You most definitely do not belong in this wing of the castle and knocking down a Prefect caused more of a problem in your escape route.

Quickly standing up, you lend your hand out for him to take. His long fingers accept your hold as he pulls himself up and dusts the dirt off his robe. His green emblem glows in the dim light and you’re internally screaming at the mess you just made for yourself. But you recognize his features: the sharpness in his eyes, the small curves of the corners of his lips, his neatly parted black hair.

“You’re in some deep---”

“---Kim Doyoung.” The boy freezes at the sound of his name and he blinks at you, curious as to where you know of him. Being a Prefect has its small perks of popularity, but he didn’t expect for it to go this far. “Y/N, we had brooms together.”

As he repeats your name and examines your pretty features, a light bulb goes off in his head. “The clumsy Hufflepuff that fell off her broom in the highest altitude?”

“If that’s how you remember me by.” You smile proudly, and he scoffs at how someone could possibly hold pride in something so silly. “It’s nice to see you around, you’re a Prefect! Wow! That’s incredible.”

“And you’re still as clumsy as you were a year ago. Falling all over the place.”

“Unfortunately, some things don’t change! But you certainly have.” Doyoung looks at you with hooded eyes and a cautious gaze, but you’re so outlandishly bold despite swaying with your hands behind your back. “Please, don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment! I used to have a tiny crush on you, baseless, but you helped me catch my broomstick and I’ll never be able to forget that.”

Doyoung, unknowingly, lights up at your shameless confession and takes another good look at you. You're much more mature now, and if he stared into your alluring gaze any longer, he’d be completely mesmerized without the need of a love potion. “So you liked me over a meaningless chivalrous act?”

“I liked you because you were charming and yes, perhaps I am someone who finds attractiveness in men who are chivalrous. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You bat your sweet eyelashes at him so endearingly, and he’s a blushing mess all over the place.

Doyoung has had anonymous love letters passed on from his friends, but they were all Slytherins who yearned greedily to be associated with his status. So knowing that a Hufflepuff, with an innocent youthful approach to love, festered some form of infatuation with him does flatter him quite well. “I’ll let you go.”

You’re about to exhale an exasperated sigh of relief until Doyoung continues, “under one condition.”

“Okay, I’ll do anything.” Your gleaming eyes sparkle like stars paired with the night sky.

He rolls his eyes at you, “don’t be so quick to jump at conditions without hearing them first.” Doyoung groans and you passively brush off his comment.

“If it’s harmless, I’ll do it.”

And in the dead of the night, where only you two stand in the middle of an empty cobblestone hallway, Doyoung requests, “I want to see you again.”

Although that night marked the beginning of your friendship, public interactions were still scarce and this was mainly on the fault of Doyoung. The times you met were late nights past curfew where he was stationed at and he grew to enjoy your wondrous personality. This boy grew up in a Slytherin bubble his whole life, no one outside of his house ever dared approached him … at least, not with the warmest smile as yours.

You were everything he was not, but he liked it so much. You were a half that completed his whole, and there were growing pains he couldn’t confide in anyone else. Surprisingly, you knew his imperfections more than he did himself and yet, you still wanted to be around him to encourage him. Not to mention, you had a sudden growth in other parts of your body and formed into your features very beautifully.

He wasn’t the only one who noticed, as there were more male counterparts who smiled at you, talked about you, fawned over you. And he felt something heighten inside of him along with his existing romantic feelings, and that he began seeing you in a new light.

With you experiencing new things, like hand holding and being showered by love letters on Valentine’s Day, it was wrong of him to fester such envy over the ones who publicly adorned you. He was so blinded by his hot headed rage that he completely missed the fact that you never accepted anyone who confessed, maybe the hand holding, but everyone else was a complete rejection.

All this time, you had been waiting for him and when you two shared your first kiss together, you had an assumption that Doyoung was going to finally confess that he felt the same way. But he never did. You two did, however, further your relationship into something more intimate and taking each other’s virginities opened a whole pathway of possibilities --- none being one where you two end up officially together.

He was the first to sleep with someone else, that was his first of many mistakes that he was going to make in his relationship with you. It also became the drop of the needle for you to start seeing other people as well, to explore what Doyoung couldn’t offer, to rid yourself of the feelings you had for a boy that didn’t seem like he wanted anything more.

Chivalry was dead and Doyoung believed that the innocent youthful Hufflepuff love had disappeared from within you.

As his present day runs after you, you’re abruptly stopped by a Ravenclaw for a small chat. Damn you Hufflepuffs for being friendly and social. So, he rushes past the two of you and into the classroom to await for your arrival. The quick shade of green flashes by your side and you’re fuming incredibly at how Doyoung continues to play you like a harp.

When you slide into your assigned seat next to him, he goes off like a canon. Doyoung starts spewing backhanded excuses and endless shameless rambles about his behavior. “I told you. Don’t talk to me during class or I will jinx you. Won’t be able to talk with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

“You’re not going to jinx me.” With a subtle flick of his wrist, your chair is pulled closer to his. “And if you were to do so, you wouldn’t do something so cynical.” Yelping at the abrupt usage of his magic, you’re irritably pressing your ink into your journal with a newfound annoyance.

“You’re right. I’d turn you into a duck, so at least, you’re still cute to look at.” The mindless scribbles on the paper make no sense in your head, as you’re primarily zoned in on the disrupted energy you have about your Slytherin companion. These ill feelings make you almost sick, wanting to shut out any bad replay of the moments before and forgetting about the attention you seek so much from Doyoung.

“For you to successfully cast a jinx on me, you must make eye contact first.” His finger lifts your chin and you’re eye to eye with his lustful dark stare. Doyoung licks his lips, a shine shimmers from his saliva, and he’s tempted to bring you into his chambers for an intimacy he’s been craving. “My, oh my. You’re looking very charmed today.” A grin curves up and taunts you, and you’re blinking away down at the table.

“Doyoung, we’re in class. Please, focus.” Your desperate whisper turns into a whine once his cold hand slyly smooths over your bare knee.

“Are you free later tonight?” Doyoung peers over at your side profile and your skin feels soft at his fingertips. He’s imagining your intoxicating scent mixing with his sheets, your light playful kisses along his neck, and gripping onto every naked part of you. For a whole minute, he’s forgotten that he’s in class with other no name individuals and a boring professor. He has tunnel vision whenever he’s with you.

“I have an arrangement.” The grip on your knee tightens at your quiet answer. An arrangement.

“The Gryffindor who had leafy greens in between his teeth?” Doyoung treads lightly, because you’re both well aware he’s made harsher insults than that. He retrieves his hand and picks up his pen as if he’s never touched you.

He sees your head shake out of the corner of his eye, you’re rolling your lips together sheepishly. There’s something odd about your stance and he’s growing a bit more curious…. A bit more spiteful at how closed off you are being. There’s something you’re hiding from him. “Then, who?”

“Is there something you’d like to discuss with the class, Mr. Kim? If not, I’d like for everyone to head over to the greenhouse.” As the class slightly snickers and the classroom empties, you and Doyoung are stopped by your professor.

Professor Sprout, wearing her worn out Dragon hide gloves and a thin lined smile, shoves a potted plant into Doyoung’s hands, “behave, you two. Your conversations are never very secret when spoken aloud.” She gives both of you a warning before proceeding out along with the rest of the class.

Doyoung scoffs at the absurd encounter and rolls his eyes. “Ah, you’re getting me in trouble with you now.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung. It’s better that you don’t know.” You say this every time, when will you realize that keeping your hookups a secret only causes him more agony? He catches your wrist as you both exit the corridors, he barely ever has you alone now. And to say the least, he fucking misses you.

“Spare me some of your time after class.” He’s disgusted by himself, knowing that his eyes are begging for you to say yes. Him, a highly admired Slytherin, has settled for scraps and if anyone knew, they’d never let him live.

Your hand gently clasps over his and when you look up with your starry eyes, something inside him feels at peace. “Did you miss me?” He gulps at your question and blinks at you like a deer in headlights. If said by anyone else, he would not hesitate to snap his fingers into a malicious spell. But you ask the million dollar question so sweetly, there’s no taunt… there’s no mockery in your tone. It’s full of genuine curiosity.

So, he answers you with part of his heart that you know too well. “Unfortunately.” His body falls slightly in defeat, and suddenly the potted plant is alive in his hands. It’s wailing a dangerous and annoying loud cry, completely ruining the moment.

Doyoung quizzically ponders the monstrous green plant and its magical capabilities puzzle him, possibly reminding him to pay more attention to the actual curriculum than on your unbuttoned shirt.

Moreover, your giggle surprisingly calms him in this stressful situation and you lightly pat his hand that’s still gripping your wrist. “I’m all yours after class.” 

Taking the wretched plant, you hurry off toward the greenhouse to find someone to diffuse the crying creature. Doyoung laughs in disbelief at your comical animated figure running around with a pot over your head and shouting for any student to help you. So you’re not paying attention in class either?

Doyoung takes you to your favorite place, despite the rule that you’re not allowed access to it. The Prefect Bathroom remains spotlessly clean and fresh paired with an immediate scent of rosewater and wild honeysuckle. The white polished marble gleams prettily under the twinkling diamond chandeliers and you’re twirling enthusiastically in the center of the large undressing area.

He observes and smiles widely to himself at the sight of your happiness and cute giggles. It’s always a risk to have you use their bathroom, but he is always abusing his privilege to seek your enjoyment that he truly doesn’t care about anything else. Your morality has beaten him enough and he’s heard plenty about his wrongdoings, yet here you are… sweetly dancing in the one place that’s absolutely wrong. Perhaps, you two have rubbed off a little too much on one another.

“I can never get sick of this place.” As you plead to Doyoung to cast a bubble bath, you’re already stripping out of your skirt. He shields his eyes to give you some privacy and recites the charm to run hot dazzling water in the ginormous pool. A nice soothing bath is exactly what you two need after a stressful day playing in the dirt.

“This is your favorite place.” says Doyoung with a matter of fact edge to this tone.

“It’s my favorite place because I only get to come here with you.” You jump on his back and he hoists you up by your thighs. His heart skips a happy tune. “I refuse for you to tell me the password, even if you do wish for me to enjoy the simple pleasures of a bubble bath.”

“You and your right and wrongs.” With eager hands, you’re loosening his tie from around his neck. “You stripped so fast that you’re going to get a cold.”

“It’s going to get steamy really soon. Plus, I know you like me best without any clothes on.” Your hot breath tickles the shell of his ear and a blush scatters across Doyoung’s cheek. Button after button, his open shirt exposes his toned build. He sets you on the edge of the elevated step before the bath.

Doyoung smirks at your nakedness and your hot lustful expression. Leaning in until he’s practically breathing against your lips, he stares straight into your eyes. “My Puff knows me best.” And dives into you with all his soul. Fruitful drags of his lips along yours, his long tongue enters your mouth. His large hand carefully caresses your cheek to pull you further into the kiss, noses pressing into skin and with a desire to never part.

His heart swells lovingly, kissing you feels like the best thing in the world. There are no tricks, no spells, no recited charms, but you are more than magical. The same surge of energy runs through his veins, but unlike his impressive ability as a notable wizard, he can’t control it. You make him lose control. As meticulous and cautious as he is, you’re the first thing he doesn’t think through.

Your needy hands push off his dress shirt and he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. When you break the kiss, he automatically pouts and pulls you back in for one more lingering peck. “Are you going to scrub my back for me?” You smile, dragging him closer to the overflowing bathtub.

Large puffs of white bubbles spill from the rims and disappear with your every step. It reminds you of sea foam that washes upon the shore, with a floral fragrant that fills your lungs. “That’s quite an intimate gesture, but yes.”

After removing all his garments, he joins you in the large pool of glossy bubbles and the clouds of steam that rises from the water suffocates him warmly. He sits with his back against the wall and eyes unwavering on your alluring expression. 

The bubbles do a great job at covering your breasts, but his sneaky hands snake under the water to grip them. Doyoung grabs a full tit and thumbs over your erect nipple, all while he holds the most sensual gaze with you. Slowly, you naturally end up in his hold and your wet back relaxes against his chest.

The beating of his heart is too loud and surely, you can feel the way it jumps out of his chest. Doyoung attaches his lips on your skin and as you’re melting at his harsh suckling. However, you perk up and snap out of your dazed arousal at the realization of his purposeful licks. “You’re trying to mark me?”

His hand continues to rub and twist your aching nipples. The sensation stimulating the growth of pleasure to sprout below and your mind to wander. 

“Possibly.”

A lovers’ mark is the ultimate testament of mutual love. Engraving the skin with your beloved’s Patronus, wherever the giver chooses to mark. Love emblems are meant to be something sacred to the couple, a way to make someone completely untouchable to everyone else. Not only does the symbol glow with an iridescent shine whenever love is felt, it also numbs any romantic feelings for all others besides the partner.

Besides the use of possessiveness, it’s a beautiful way to discover one true love since the engraving of their Patronus shows up on the skin under the conditions that both individuals must be madly in love with one another. And if it doesn’t end up forming, the receiver is left with a bright, sparkling star hue in its place before fading away completely. If it does appear, it fades when both fall out of love.

“Doyoung--” His name falls from your lips as a moan and he’s running down to explore the beauty between your legs. “--can’t do that unless you actually want to commit to me.”

“I am committed to you.” The more your neck cranes off to the side and exposed to him, the more he wishes to etch the symbol of his love for everyone to see. A hand is hooked under your thigh to keep your legs spread open and you’re gasping at the slight pressure from the water.

“Romantically committed to me.” You remind him, but your train of thought is cut fairly short as Doyoung begins rubbing circles on your needy clit.

“You’re afraid of it showing up?” He’s lathering your breasts with bubbles and dragging his long finger along your slit. His greediness overtakes him and with wandering hands, he’s gripping every part of you that they can reach. Doyoung’s guilty pleasure is always going to any form of physical affection from you specifically. When he finally gets ahold of you, it’s hard for him to let go.

Your warm skin is delicate and smooth beneath the very tips of his fingers and every exploration of your terrain makes him feel inexplicable explosions of fondness. Perhaps, you’ve captivated him and although he believed it would take something as extreme as the Amortentia to have him falling for someone, you did it as easily as being yourself. His better half.

So, he’s impressed by your genuineness and how he’s willing to give up parts of his reputation to unapologetically be himself around you. No one else matters, nothing else matters, but why must it be so difficult to tell you that?

“I’m afraid of it not showing up.” You’re more than convinced that Doyoung has confused his strong sense of lust with love and there would be no possible way his Patronus would appear. It’s better to save the embarrassment for the both of you.

Spinning in his arms, the water twirls to the curves of your body and he’s admiring parts that expose above the surface. He’s matched with your beauty before him, resemblance to the stained glass window that situates above the large bathroom.

However, the doubt in your statement finally reaches his ears and he’s grabbing your ass as you settle over his thighs again. His furrowed eyebrows bring together a rather upset expression --- lip pout and all.

“Why wouldn’t it show up?” Doyoung puzzles, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck. Leaning into him, your pruney fingers trace his smooth chin and he notices your quick flicker between his eyes and his lips.

While your gentle kiss reassures him of your subtle endearment, your next words do the opposite. “You tell me.” All you do is push him away with your vague doubtfulness, like you’re constantly testing him and using his poor guessing skills to your own advantage. He can pull you close after any altercation he wants, but you push him away in any emotionally romantic sense.

“You’re rather mischievous and mysterious today,” Doyoung squeezes your ass and smacks it lightly, causing ripples in the water. “I liked it better when you told me everything you felt.”

Suddenly, his fingers poke at your entrance and his other hand drops in between your legs again. Your mouth opens in shock when his long fingers enter slowly and he enjoys the pleasurable contour of your reactions. “Like this, for example.” The pad of his fingers working rapid flicks against your sensitive bud. “How does this feel?” His whisper dances across your shoulder, landing a kiss at the end of his question.

Your moans echo in the lavish bathroom, bouncing off the marble walls and encouraging Doyoung to keep a steady pace. There’s no worry about how loud you may be, Doyoung charms every room before every lustful encounter. This allows you to let go, let free, let him know how he makes you feel.

He curves his fingers into you, pumping and dragging into your tightness until you’re practically screaming. He only has one thought, as his eyes trail down your intoxicated needy figure, how beautiful you are as a moaning mess under his control. Your head is thrown back, eyes are squeezed shut and opening them to see nothing but tiny yellow starlight.

Dainty kisses line your exposed neck line and his ego swells with so much pride. Doyoung has mastered every flick of his wrist to have you under his trance, spewing nonsensical words and forgetting anyone else that exists. He gives your erect nipples harsh licks and with a faint drag of teeth, the sensation pushes you to your end.

Sporadic pleasurable convulsions cause your legs to close around Doyoung’s hands, but the strength of his knee keeps them apart. “Doyoung… I’m going to free fall.”

Leave it up to you to beautifully announce your climax. He snickers, applying more pressure on your clit and a rubbing motion against your walls. “I’ll catch you.”

Moon crescents embed into his skin as you’re holding onto him with your whole life. As your scream hits every octave, the massive collection of bubbles that cover the surface of the bath fly and splatter every corner of the pristine room. 

White and wet bubbles drip down from the walls, falling from the diamond chandeliers, and coating every steamy mirror. Doyoung’s eyes light up from the chaos, making sure you’re riding out your high for as long as he can provide.

Your body trembles with euphoria, falling forward into Doyoung’s chest and squeezing around his lazily pumping fingers. For a brief second, your mind is wiped and nothing in the world feels better than being in this perfect moment with the one person who’s Patronus you hoped would etch your skin.

If one possesses feelings that are practically unbearable to contain, one should confess… right? For all your life, you’ve lived by this statement. Friends do not hear the end of it and most surely, one should follow their own advice… right?

So why do you yearn for Doyoung in your gaze as he stands across the Great Hall as if he doesn’t know of your existence? As if he wasn’t kissing you in the Prefect bathroom a few days prior?

It’s not an understatement to say that you catch the attention of almost every person in the room, but the one head that refuses to turn your way… the one who’s looks you wish to steal… is the one person who looks right through you.

Feelings have become a nuisance ever since the first time you confessed to him and it was worse than landing on cobblestone after falling off your broom. The reason why you’ve buried them deeper than any chamber is that you’re positive that the prized Slytherin would rather be with another, preferably one from his own house.

While you try to remain optimistic and playful for the time being, you’re simply replaceable to him. He can barely care to acknowledge you in public when Gryffindors boast about you in their arms like winning a trophy. You’ve kept good relations with every Ravenclaw you’ve slept with. You’ve kindly rejected every romantic gesture another Hufflepuff has offered.

But if there is one thing you’ve learned about him is that he’s lived in his Slytherin circle for as long as he lives. And it will stay that way. You’re his sweet Hufflepuff that he’ll push away at no cost, then pull you back in secrecy.

Now if one feels as if they’re wasting their time, one should leave… right? Wrong. Kim Doyoung has skewed with your morality… and your feelings remain loyal to him since the day he confessed to see you again.

“Lemon-drop, I’ve been looking all over for you.” An arm slings around your shoulders and the notable red and gold tie is the first thing you see. Jung Jaehyun, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flashes his deep dimples at you. “Walk with me.”

He extends his palm out for you to take and your friends painfully elbow your sides to wake you from your hesitation. Taking his hand, you get up from the dining table and follow him out the Great Hall.

Doyoung sees the scene unfold before him and rolls his eyes at how Jaehyun’s dimples are all it takes to have you wandering off with him. Despite every wicked intent to follow you two, he heads out in the direction of the dormitories to fume in his room.

“It’s such a nice and sunny day today.” Jaehyun runs a hand through his luscious brown locks. You both exit into the front courtyard as other students are scattered on the lawns mingling with one another. When you peer up at the sky, the sun is barely seen past the layers of clouds.

“Jaehyun, is there something you needed to speak with me about?” His laughter roars, full of hefty song and amusement.

“Listen, lemon-drop. I like you and I have a feeling you feel the same way. I want to mark you if you’d let me.” Jaehyun smirks and just as he brings your hand up for a kiss, you gently let go. “Am I coming off too strong? We don’t have to do it today, I just wanted to see if it would show.”

“Jaehyun, you’re going to find an extravagant person one day. A person who is going to know all your favorite castle balconies to swing from and how you like to be kissed on the nose.” His ears grow a bright red and for once, his gaze drops to the ground. “I am, unfortunately, not that person for you so I must kindly reject your confession.”

As you turn on your toes, Jaehyun lightly holds your wrist to stop you. “But, you know all those things about me. Is there anything I can do to prove that we belong together?”

“I know them because I care enough to remember things you tell me, not because I loved you enough to observe these things about you. I give you my word that there is nothing you can do to prove me otherwise.” The corners of his lips dip downward and you’re running to the one person that will erase this sad rejection from your memory.

When you’re scanning the Great Hall for any sign of him, he’s not there and it leads you to his only hiding place. Doyoung loves to shut himself out from the rest of the school whenever he gets the chance. However, a lost Hufflepuff wandering outside the entrance of the Slytherin dormitories is rather an odd sight to see and you haven’t had the chance to form many connections from this house.

The sparse amount of Slytherins you know aren’t going to be passing by, unless with some stroke of luck, someone will be kind enough to open the door for you. Every person passes by you with questionable stares until a silver haired boy blinks at you with wide eyes.

“Who is it that you’re trying to see?” He asks abrasively, but softens his tone when he realizes that you mean no harm.

You bid him a small grin, “your Prefect.”

“And what for?”

“There is an urgent matter that involves him and he’s practically unreachable when he’s hiding away in his private room.” The boy narrows his eyes at you, but beckons you to follow him down to the Slytherin dungeon.

Excitedly, you hurry behind him and whisper over his shoulder, “what’s your name?”

“Nakamoto Yuta. No need to tell me yours, I’ll doubt he’d want me to know.” He spits and then, mutters the enchanted password to reveal the large green common room. “Come this way.” He leads up the boys’ dorms and walks briskly. Although you never mentioned a name, Yuta seems to already know who you’re here to see and it makes you wonder how he must know.

“Open up.” Yuta stops and knocks at the wooden door, Kim Doyoung written in a fancy penmanship on the center. “You have a guest.” He looks your way before rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s irritated tone through the other side.

“Tell them to leave.”

“He wants you to leave.” Yuta repeats, mostly to satisfy Doyoung’s nag.

“That’s fine. Thank you for bring---” The door swings open abruptly and Yuta almost loses his balance. Doyoung frantically turns his head side to side to comprehend what he is seeing. His ears felt deceived, hearing your voice through the door, he had to make sure it wasn’t you.

But you stand before him and Yuta. Here you are approaching him whenever he least expects it. “What are you doing here?”

“I came by to see you. I’ve been here plenty of times.”

“What are you doing bringing her in?” scolds Doyoung and the other boy shrugs carelessly.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her bat puppy eyes at several other Slytherins and have her telling everyone who passes her that she came here to see our Prefect? It was also getting cold out.” Yuta mumbles, but finds great entertainment at seeing how frazzled Doyoung has gotten by your presence.

“It was a bit chilly.” You admit and Doyoung groans, pulling you into his room and shutting the door on Yuta. “Thank you, Yuta.” You whisper through the crack between the door frame.

“It’s too risky for you to be searching for me around other Slytherins.” Doyoung paces the room and you notice his tie is loose and shirt is unbuttoned around his neck. “Why are you here?”

“A Gryffindor blew me off. I thought I’d come and see you with all the free time I can get.” Taking a seat at the end of his neatly made bed, your legs swing adorably and Doyoung almost doesn’t hear you.

“Jaehyun? Does he think he’s too good for you or something? That cocky dimple Gryffindor, with the draw of my wand---” Doyoung whips out his intricately customized Dragon Heartstring, and you’re on your feet to calm his temper down.

“Will you put that thing away? I’m here for you.” Your giggle warms his tight chest and puts out the fueling flame for anyone who dares to hurt you in any way. “It’s not a big deal and it’s not the first time it has happened.”

Doyoung uncomfortably clears his throat and withdraws his wand. Buttoning up his shirt, he fixes his tie back in place. To say the least, your words erupted his festering jealousy and this may have been a small tipping point.

Before you had entered, he was so frustrated with himself and you. You can just walk away with another man without a second thought, in front of him too. He remembered the soft feeling of your body and how he’s not the only one who’s needy hands ran their course over you. That may be the one pain he can never get rid of.

“I never understood why you give other men the time of your day when they just brush you off undeservingly.” He stings and you’re slightly surprised at his sudden attack. When you respond in silence, he continues.“I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?”

Crossing your arms, your weight is barred on your left leg and there is a shift in your overall mood. With an eyebrow raised, you sass him back, “People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you chase after me?”

Doyoung swallows hard and blinks at you speechless. A clammy hand runs through his black strands as he tries to find any possible explanation without confessing his feelings. If he had a plan to confess, it would never be in the middle of an inquisition with you.

“I guess you didn’t think before acting on your desires.” And how he hated how correct that statement is. He doesn’t ever think whenever he’s around you. All his actions are conducted with his emotions and the feelings that overtake him.

Doyoung scoffs, rolling his eyes at your rash comment. “Aren’t you supposed to have the strongest morality among all the houses?”

“Sleeping with multiple men isn’t morally wrong. There’s nothing wrong with it…” The slight hurt from his question is difficult to ignore, but you must remember one thing if you want to protect your heart on your sleeve. This is nothing serious to be bickering over. You two aren’t anything serious, so why feel the need to squabble over nonsense? “... it would only be wrong if someone liked me and wished to commit to me.”

Your eyes meet and Doyoung blinks at you with wide eyes. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he gulps again, completely whiplashed at how the conversation has turned. “And if that’s the case and you like me, would that make you jealous, Doyoung? That’s why you’re trying to poorly attack my character?” He’s never heard such a strong taunt in your tone and he’s baffled by it, slightly aroused, but shocked.

“I don’t like you.” His voice is small and he pouts his lips at you. Doyoung crosses his arms and perhaps, his sad expression reveals a little more than it should have. Your heart softens at his ridiculously cute response, had you expected something much more angry and vindictive.

“Then this conversation is over, right? I’ll be on my way now. I have herbology.”

“We have the same class.” He grumbles, grabbing his robe from his desk chair.

You open the door to make your exit, “but since you don’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff, I’ll go ahead first.” When you stumble out into the hallway, a recognizable face brightens at your appearance.

“Haechan! Hello, I haven’t seen you in a while.” You’re cheering and Doyoung chews the inside of his cheek. His pride is left at the door and along with all the things that hold him back from you, he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

“My favorite Hufflepuff, are you just leaving?” Haechan walks up to open his arms, wishing to embrace you in the longest hug. However, Doyoung quickly takes you by your hand and rushes past him.

“She came to walk with me to class. Bye Haechan.” And Haechan is left standing in the middle of the hallway, confused and watching your backs as you’re both briskly walking out the common room.

Doyoung looks back at you, “you think I’m going to let you walk out of my room and have another Slytherin walk you to class? Don’t be so foolish.”

But you are foolish. Your heart beats foolishly and loudly for Kim Doyoung. And may you be foolish enough to wonder if his heart does the same for you.

And it does. Foolishly. Loudly. Lovingly.

You both wonder if this vicious cycle will ever meet its end. Doyoung pushes you away by ignoring your existing relationship, but pulls you back into his embrace as if it never happened. You push him away by running off with other men, but come back to him as if he’s the one person you’re loyal to.

But on this particular night, after mass circulation of rumors reaches the ears of the lovesick Slytherin, Doyoung is pulling you away from your huddled group of friends in the middle of the long corridor hallways. Without any greeting, any spoken words, he’s dragging you to his room right in front of everyone to see. His hand around yours like it was two days prior, but with an expression so grave on his sullen face.

The silence between you two brings no comfort, but you don’t dare say the first words. Doyoung, finally, approached you first in public and it is possibly for a greater reason. Perhaps you’ve done something horribly wrong, and the moment you two step into his room that you’ll hear a mouthful.

However when he closes the door to his room, your hand immediately drops from his embrace and he turns to face you. There is a darkness in his eyes, one that light cannot touch, and his lips are tight in a line.

There is an eerie silence that fills the dark room and the murky windows paint the area an ominous green. Doyoung focuses on your confused, yet adorable expression. “Why did you lie to me?”

The door catches your slight stumble and you’re blinking cluelessly at him. “About what?”

“Jaehyun.” He breathes the name in spite and aggressively loosens his tie. “He didn’t blow you off. You rejected him and he’s telling everyone it's because you’re in love with someone else.”

You scorn at such a ridiculous rumor and for the fact that it’s even made its way around to Doyoung. Another realization hits you. All it took for him to approach you in public is a meaningless rumor.

So in response, you laugh and it mocks him further. “This is not a laughing matter, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you so upset at that? Fine. I did lie to you, but I never told Jaehyun I was in love with anyone else.”

“Are you in love with someone else?” Doyoung says with balled fists at his side. There is a mixture of anger and sadness running through his veins and he’s so sick of feeling this way.

Your hesitation speaks for you, “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“You say this every time and it does nothing to ease my conscience.” Doyoung throws his hands in the air and stares at you with sharp eyes. “Is that why you were afraid that my emblem wouldn’t show up? Because your heart belongs to another. Yeah, I heard Jaehyun wanted to mark you too.”

Men and their constant want to prove something to themselves with their marks. Everyone has a twisted reality of markings now. There have been many others who have tried to mark you, feeling as if lust would be enough to suffice its appearance. As one's Patronus is special to their own protection, a beloved’s Patronus mark holds the same value.

You’re quite at a loss for words, “I was afraid that it wouldn’t show up, not because of myself, but because of you.”

Doyoung points at himself in disbelief. Him? He loves you more than anyone he’s ever encountered, even if you didn’t know it. “I wouldn’t have almost tried it if I wasn’t sure of myself.”

“You don’t love me, Doyoung. I don’t even know if I can even say you romantically like me.” Those words hurt the both of you and it lingers in the room for longer than you’d like.

“Do you think I fuck you meaninglessly like all those other losers you sleep with?” Doyoung steps forward, pulling you into his chest and admiring everything he’s fallen in love with. A pain spreads across his heart as he thinks of you with another person, of someone else kissing you, of someone else making you happy.

“You really don’t feel it in the way I kiss you?” He asks once more and your own stare drops to his shoulder, a bit ashamed to maintain eye contact with such pained eyes.

“And if I did? How would you explain that? That you are actually in love with me?” Your questions pelt him like rocks. As he pushes you on his bed, you pull him down with his tie.

Doyoung drinks you up like fresh water, a crisp and refreshing love that encourages him to reach heights. His hand cups your face and his feather touches reminds you of his gentleness. Your lips taste like sweet honey, dripping and coating him with a sticky sugar.

He’s happier with you and he’s the happiest kissing you. Perhaps, it’s hard for him to express with words, but he’d always hope his actions speak louder. So, his lips press against yours with a whirl of passion and every good feeling that grows in his chest.

The collar of his shirt is wrinkled in your fist and you’re holding him as if you’re afraid of him letting go. Doyoung runs a hand down your torso and lifts the end of your skirt up. A warm hand pushes your legs apart and a finger presses your clit through your cotton panties.

Your mouth opens into a moan and he takes this opportunity to shove his long tongue inside, lapping with your own. As a wet spot forms on your panties, he pulls them to the side and gathers the slick to gently rub your erect clit. His name is lost and muffled in the kiss, but you tap at his chest.

When he breaks away and halts all movement, he looks down over you with a fire burning in his dark orbs. And a confession falls from his swollen lips, “may I mark you?”

“And if it doesn’t show up?” Though, you’re wishing to the most powerful wizards that it does or else your heart would shatter into a million pieces beyond repair.

He bites his lip and every possible outcome scatters his thoughts. It’s too hard to concentrate, so he doesn’t at all. He focuses on your pretty lips and the way you look at him like he’s the only person that matters. “Then, we’ll deal with the consequences later.”

With your quick nod, Doyoung attaches his lips to your neck and harshly sucks at your skin. For the most part, it’s a pleasurable feeling and sends a shiver down your spine. So, he licks and nibbles until he can barely breathe. Your faint scent of patchouli and ginger intoxicates him, wraps him up in a fuzzy coziness that is unmatched.

Your hands unbutton his shirt and a final gentle bite seals his mark. If the love is reciprocated, the emblem would take a moment to form. Doyoung is rather hopeful and excited, as he’s never seen his Patronus before. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look dazed as if someone charmed you.” You giggle and kiss his red lips.

“You’re quite the powerful one, my Puff.” He smiles against your jaw before proceeding to your mess down below. He gives your aching clit a few licks, which cause your body to twist and turn at the sensitive sensation.

“Please, I haven’t felt you in so long.” Whining and tugging at his hair, Doyoung leaves a lasting kiss and gets up to remove his pants.

“Did you miss me?” Doyoung raises a suggestive eyebrow and cocks his head to the side in mockery, a smirk growing on his face.

You reply with a silly response that only he knows and causes him to chuckle, “unfortunately.” And he’s finding every way not to confess his endearments for you.

His dick stands tall and proud against his abdomen, giving it a few jerks as he watches you strip out of your own clothes. You turn around and sit on your knees, with a slight tilt forward and the arch in your back to accentuate your ass.

Doyoung rolls on the protection as quickly as he can. His hands lightly smack your cheeks and slowly enters your dripping hole. His hands grip your hips as he slides deeper into you, both being moaning messes at the delicious feeling.

“Have you always been this big?” You look back at him and to which he devilishly smiles at you.

“You know just the way to fuel my ego,” when his length is fully buried inside of your tight walls, he wraps an arm around your waist and a hand on your tit. “After all the times you’ve been fucked, your pussy is still as tight as ever.”

Doyoung slams hard into you, showing no mercy and causing you to jolt up. He takes every frustration, every feeling of anger, every ounce of jealousy into his thrusts. “But you take me so well, darling. I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you.”

His compliments cause your heart to soar, despite the soreness you’re beginning to feel in your pussy. He’s relentless, bottoming out until his tip is practically in your guts. “Just like that, baby. You’re the only one who fucks me this good.”

He blushes under the low light and leans forward to kiss the top of your head. “My Puff, you’re so sweet to me.” The loud squelch of your tight pussy gripping his dick fills the hot room, “and so wet.”

You’re shamelessly dripping on his green velvet blanket and Doyoung picks up his speed. Your knees give out as you fall face forward into the mattress, hands in fists from the incredible pleasure of every hit. Your ass now in his full view and every tingle of magic lights up in his veins.

Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning, Doyoung holds your hips steady to thrust into a new angle. Automatically, your body twitches as his tip hits your special spot and he’s well aware that you’re close to releasing.

And with his fast thrusts, he asks you an intimate question that is fueled by envy and rage. “If I fuck you the best, then why do you sleep with other men?”

There are no thoughts in your mind to even give him a white lie, to mask the truth of your actions. He’s fucking you into an oblivion that it’s hard to even focus on anything besides pleasure. The books on his shelf begin to tremble as you’re crying out, “I- I don’t know! Fuck, please… ! I’m tipping over.”

“Answer the question or I will stop.” He’s absolutely cynical and you have every reason to believe his threat. Doyoung lifts your limp body upright, against his torso and an arm secured around your middle as before. His hand snakes to your clit, rubbing feathering circles over the neglected bud.

Nonetheless, his single action paired with his tip grazing harshly against the particular spot causes your legs to tremble. “Do you want me to stop?” His threat rings in your ears when you still left him without an answer.

You’re so close, you’re starting to see white. So, you say what your heart tells you and the truth falls from your lips in a loud confession. “Because I wanted you to love me instead! I fucked them to forget about my love for you… fuck, I’m--”

“I’ve got you. Let go of yourself, baby.” Doyoung slows his hips when your walls squeeze around him sporadically. Every book flies out and hits the opposite wall, clattering the floor with heavy academia. However, he repeats your proclamation endlessly in his mind and his heart surges with the most intense romantic desires.

“I do love you, y/n.” He whispers, cumming into his rubber and simply holding you tightly. He lets go of every prideful arrogance in his body, tossing the lame reputation he always tried to hold onto. He didn’t need that if it meant losing you. Doyoung chuckles to himself for being an obvious cliché, announcing one’s love in the midst of a lustful act. He pulls out and gently tucks you into the covers.

Breathless, you’re finally realizing his confession. “You do? Are you sure?” Any subtle movements has your aching lower half in pain, so you settle with resting on his plush pillows and await for him to join you in bed.

All this time, from beginning to now, you’ve been oblivious to his yearning looks across the Great Hall. The intensity of his kisses had been lost upon you completely as you had convinced yourself that he was incompatibly of loving you back. Even now, as you lay in slight doubt, you’re wondering how you managed to have everything fly over your head. 

When he discards his used protection and with a quick flick of his wrist, every book finds its original place on the shelf again, he enters the warm covers. Your arms wrap around his neck and you’re admiring each other’s expressions in the low light. He spots the notable twinkle in your eyes and his thumb lightly rubs your cheek.

“If the symbol of my Patronus doesn’t show, I promise to love you harder until it does.” Doyoung leaves the softest, most loving kiss on your lips. He’s more than thankful for the lack of light as he’s bashfully red all over his cheeks.

“Usually, people just give up.” Your voice is harsh, possibly from the deafening screaming of pleasure prior.

Doyoung shakes his head. He’s made too many mistakes in this relationship with you. Sleeping with another. Ignoring your existence. Being too prideful to be seen with another house. All these incidents have made him feel nothing but ugliness and distraught, and pushed you away further than how much he is able to pull you back.

He loves you. He’s in love with you. He’s fallen for you recklessly as you did off your broom the first encounter. You’re everything he’s never been and never will be, yet you don’t care. You’re by his side, despite his spitefulness and you never miss a beat. That innocent youth approach to love, oh how he wishes it never faded, and though he thought it did, it didn’t. You remain true to your character when he fights with himself internally.

“That would be a mistake and I can’t afford to keep making them.” A glossy sheen over Doyoung’s regretful eyes, but you pull him closer and you refuse to let his eyes wander.

A tired harmless sigh escapes your lips and a dreamy haze overcomes you. Besides the reminder of needing to use the bathroom flashing in your mind, there is nothing else you want to dissect. Feelings are too complex to discuss at the moment and the resolve has already passed.

Regardless of the marks appearing, you’re content with the night and for the rest of your days. Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, loves you back and the power of that alone beats any spell in those dusty old textbooks.

“Why can’t we lay here forever?” Your heavy eyelids fall slowly and your voice grows small.

Doyoung kisses your shoulder, then your neck. “That’s impossible. I can’t give you forever.” He mumbles against your skin, sending vibrations across your throat.

“You are my forever.” Doyoung halts and is left speechless as a white glowing entity catches his eye. And the absolute perfect outline of his Patronus sits underneath your jaw, brightly shining with iridescent brilliance --- he makes out the outline: a White Swan, representing his love for you. Doyoung smiles to himself and hopes for it to never fade. Perhaps, he can give you forever.

some fun critical questions to think about hehe -

why do you think y/n lied to doyoung about jaehyun confessing? why do you think yuta helped y/n enter the Slytherin dormitories? what is the meaning behind the White Swan Patronus? Why do you think y/n continued to like doyoung after all this time?

there are no right or wrong answers, just something fun to have you thinking a little more about the fic haha if you want, you can send me an ask about it :) but overall, no pressure and thank you for reading! please leave me some feedback if you can! happy new year!

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[astrobiche]

Astro notes 6 ~ callout edition~ 🗣️

Yall already know the drill : take what resonates as this is a generalization and the whole chart matters. If you can't take a roasting, pls scroll away 🧚

My sag mercury virgo mars won't hold back so it could sting 🐝

• Aries placements, what's with you and making plans to hang out when you know damn well you'll never follow through with them? also can you SLOW DOWN? You wanna get 289283 things done when you dont even know how to begin anything properly yet, so impatient you try to give everyone else a headache when you already got one, deal with that first then get on with making plans and shit 🤨

• taurus placements, the world isn't gonna be out to get you if you share personal information or your aspirations. Also, stop complaining about homework and daydreamig about marrying rich as a coping mechanism for when you're behind on all the stuff you gotta do 🤨

• gemini placements, we know you're smart, you don't need to argue with the teacher about that theorem to prove you can outsmart them. I know you got all the tea on everyone but you don't like it when people got tea on you? 🤨 also when will you finally realize you talk too much? And you know you wont die if you dont flirt for fun right? Right?

• cancer placements, for the love of god, use another word besides "i feel like/i feel that/ feeling" for when you want to express yourself. Also can you stick to something and not wake up the next day hating that hobby you claimed you loved the day before? And in case you're wondering, yes it is manipulation if you're playing with their feelings and being "nice" just to get them to do something for you. Also get ur ass out of bed jeez. 🤨

• leo placements, you can't just adopt all the cats in the world. I know its hard but you gotta practice some restraint. Also, nobody needs to reply to your text right away? They're not necessarily disrespecting you. You can say you don't like attention all you want but we all know you secretly enjoy it, and flash news : not everyone is jealous of you, the world doesn't revolve around you 🤨

• virgo placements, baby calm down it will be just fine i know you worry all the time, i know every time you see a situation/person you try to fix them but you REALLY don't have to. And can you not be so condescending? The way you talk as if you know everything better than everyone ain't it chief 🤨 and i know you dream about becoming a CEO or get a high position job so bad because you believe you have the power to make the best decisions and you'll get a paid for criticizing everything and everyone hmm

• libra placements, that bag is SO cute but if you keep buying every pretty thing you see in the store, you'll go broke in no time. Also, can you slow down on watching all those makeup tutorials and dreaming about ~the perfect relationship~? And why do you wanna be a scorpio so bad? You also get so irritated when someone copies you as if you didnt base your entire personality off of that one classy character from that netflix show? Make it make sense 🤨

• scorpio placements (dominants especially), you don't have to hide all the time and push people away when they're trying to get you to open up, it's healthy to talk about your problems. And black isn't the only color that exists y'know? You wanna be mysterious so bad like pack it up water sign we know you're spilling all your cherished secrets to a stranger online at 2am 🤨

• sag placements, you love challenges right? I have the perfect one for you : *drumroll* #make up your mind challenge! See it through and you win a trip to europe. And have you ever considered maybe just maybe there's probably no deep meaning to that little trip to the grocery store? And for the love of god, pay attention to your surroundings and stop knocking over every object you walk past. i know sagittarius rules thighs so what do you do? You use them to run away from your problems 🏇 they're gonna be waiting for you no matter how far you're travelling buddy 🤨

• cap placements can YOU STOP TAKING EVERYTHING SO SERIOUSLY? jeez also its fine to ask for help, its not humiliating i promise. you pack everything down and lock it up until all the pent up emotions just explode out of nowhere, it's honestly scary 😟 you claim to be all professional but deep down you wish someone would just give you a hug and baby you so cut the act 😐 also you can be so rigid?! It's fine if you switch things up a little from time to time. And sorry not sorry, you don't get enough shit for being two faced 🤨

• aquarius placements, i know you keep talking about how leos seek attention 24/7 as if you dont crave the same thing?? You'll die if your friends dont listen to your advice or check up on you, also you probably didnt know this but listening to mainstream songs wont make you lose cool points 🤨 and here's a new concept for you when you get mad : ~communicate~ instead of giving people the cold shoulder, leaving them wondering what they did wrong. You've been having that song on loop for the past 5 days i think your ears are about to sue you bruh 😟 also we gotta work on that god complex and inferiority complex? Like damn pick a struggle 🤨

• pisces placements, you weren't born to save them okay? Know when to walk away. And it's not good for you to indulge in every new little thing you stumble upon. And for once can you admit you're wrong 🤨 you always act like you're a victim and everyone else is ~evil~ 👹 here consider this : maybe it's your fault? Also you're mad scary when you get mad like damn the fact nobody sees it coming is what makes it so chilling 😟 i know you wanna keep living in lalaland and use any means to get there *wink* but bruh you gotta come back to earth and learn to distinguish fantasy from reality, stop trying to drown pain in liquor and go to therapy if needed 🤨

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[yourmidnightlover]

no need to rush

summary - you and spencer are in a relationship and when you overhear morgan teasing spencer about something private, you decide to help spencer out a bit.

warnings - virgin!spencer, fem!reader, kinda soft dom!reader, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

wc - 3,052

masterlist

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you knew spencer was a bit touch averse. it only made sense with his germaphobic tendancies. the only thing is, you thought he had worked past those with you. so naturally, when he stops abruptly during a heated make out session, you got a little... insecure? worried? you weren’t quite sure just yet.

but you would find out.

you and spencer had been in a relationship nearing 5 months. everyone on the team found out about your dating each other entirely on accident, a story for another time. 

when you walked into the bau late with spencer, derek had that smug, suggestive look on his face. you just rolled your eyes and went directly to your desk.

in reality what had happened was you both stayed up late, him explaining to you the concept of time in fluidity and a few different theories. you had both slept through each of your alarms, so when you woke up to your fourth one you had set, you immediately woke spencer up from his sleeping position on your stomach. 

luckily it was only a paperwork day, so you could probably catch up on sleep anytime after you left.

on your lunch break, you were going to see if spencer wanted to go get some thai with you. finally unfocusing from your case files, you turned your eyes to your boyfriend at his desk, apparently talking with morgan about something. 

he looked frustrated, and embarrassed. at first you didn’t understand what about, but you figured it was probably what morgan had said when you both came in late. 

finally getting up to go save your boyfriend, you slowly walked up to his desk. you didn’t try to hear what was being said. you kind of just did. 

“morgan, stop!” spencer exclaimed, neither of them noticing your arrival. you stopped far enough away to hear the rest of what they were saying.

“reid, look, it’s no big deal if you’re a virgin,” derek said. “i’m sure y/n would understand,” he said, trying to hide his laugh.

“it’s embarrassing. i’m a 25 year old virgin,” he huffed. “god! have you seen her? she’s gorgeous. imagine what she’d say when she finds out. what if she just doesn’t want me anymore? what if she wants someone who knows what they’re doing?” he ranted out, obviously worried about your reaction.

were you surprised? a little bit, yea. he’s gorgeous. there’s no question about that. how could someone look at him and not want to be with him?

but what really surprised you was that he was worried that you’d leave him if you found out. 

you loved him, and he knew that. 

you had been friends for a while before you finally admitted your feelings for him after the lila archer incident. he was shocked, saying he never thought you’d feel the same, saying that if he’d known he would have never kissed her back and that he really wanted you. then he got you. he never wanted to lose you.

and while he knew that you loved him, a part of him, the insecure part, was worried that you’d realize how amazing you are and leave him. 

he’d seen a few of your past boyfriends, and there was no doubt in his mind that they were more attractive than him. they were more muscular tough guys. 

but he didn’t know what total assholes they were. he didn’t know how much more attractive kindness made someone. not to mention the fact that he could carry on a conversation longer than all of them combined. 

“reid, she loves you. don’t forget that,” morgan added before you started walking up, acting like you hadn’t heard anything. 

“you’re right i love you,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your tip-toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “what’re you guys talking about?” 

“i’m sure pretty boy’ll fill you in on it later. right, reid?” morgan insisted, his eyebrows raising like a father getting onto his son.

“uhm... right. yea,” spencer nodded, lips formed into a line as he placed his arms around you, turning around to face you as morgan walked away. “i love you too, y/n” he placed a kiss to your hairline. 

“i know you do,” you smiled, giving his torso a little squeeze. “lunch?” 

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a couple weeks later when you had gotten a couple days off, you were both laying on your couch watching doctor who. you had told him how you’d never seen it, so he insisted he guide you through the seasons. 

you never brought up what you had heard, wanting him to open up to you about it first. you didn’t want to corner him about anything and make him feel insecure or trapped. so, you waited. you didn’t push. 

as you were cuddled together, spencer moved his hand to cup your cheek, turning your face towards his. you smiled at his sweet action, him returning the same, love-struck face. he leaned in, placing a gentle peck on your lips, the smile on your face growing. 

you kissed him back, bringing one arm around his neck as the other held his bicep firmly. the kiss slowly became more passionate, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip softly, asking politely for an entrance that you gladly gave. you slowly sat back up with one another, not breaking the kiss. once you were sitting up, spencer pulled you onto his lap quickly, not missing a beat. 

“mm, wait,” spencer breathed. “i-i um...” he trailed off.

“sweetie, what is it?” you asked, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck gently, trying to encourage him. “you can tell me anything, y’know. i love you,” you said, giving him a kind smile.

“it’s just that... i’ve never...” he took a deep breath. “i’m a-a virgin, y/n.”

“okay,” you smile grew even wider at the final reveal. 

“okay? th-that’s it?” he asked in confusion. 

“it’s just... nothing could ever change how i feel about you. and you being a virgin?” you scoffed. “spencer that’s okay. it’s nothing that i’d be worried about, or stop loving you over. i don’t care if you’ve never had sex with someone. hell, i don’t think i’d care if you’ve had sex with tons of people. because i love you.”

“so you don’t think i’m... weird for being a virgin?” he wondered.

“spence, you’re weird as it is. but that’s exactly why i love you. i love your little quirks. you being a virgin is just another quirk,” you chuckled. “and if you don’t want to have sex with me, that’s totally okay. i didn’t get into a relationship with you to have sex with you. i mean, it’d be a nice perk, but you certainly don’t have to or are obligated to.”

“i-i don’t not want to,” he rushed out, rubbing his thumbs along your waist. “have s-sex, i mean. i want to. i um... i wa-want to with you.”

“are you sure, spencer? i want your first time to be special. you know how i lost mine, i just don’t want you to regret it,” he did know how you lost your virginity.

essentially, your prick of a boyfriend in high school was making out with you, and it got really heated. were you absolutely ready to lose your virginity? no. did you necessarily want to lose it to this guy? not really. he was just there, and everyone else was losing there’s so you figured you might as well. so you did it. in a car. in the parking lot. after the last football game he played in. he was already sweaty, and finished after 75 seconds.

you didn’t want spencer to regret it like you did.

“it will be special. it’s you; how could it not be special?” he replied softly. 

“you’re such a little charmer, spencer,” you said, bringing your lips to meet his once again, this time he was much more eager.

you gently tugged on the hair you were playing with, a low groan coming from his mouth into yours, something igniting within you from that sound. you slowly ground your hips against his, a little whimper coming from his mouth, creating a smile on yours. 

“can-can we do it... like right now?” spencer asked eagerly, his hips stuttering into yours.

“shh, we’ll get there,” you mumbled against his jawline, your lips trailing towards his neck as you nipped gently at his skin, licking it afterwards to soothe it. you felt his breathing pick up as your lips connected to the flesh behind his ear. you gently ran your teeth along his earlobe, a groan coming from spencer as he exhaled. “you like that?” 

“mmhmm,” he nodded, his hands finding your hips and grinding them against his in an attempt to find more friction. 

“patient, bubs. be patient,” you said as you sat up off his lap, extending your hand to him. “bedroom?” he nodded eagerly, taking your hand in his as he trailed behind you into your room. 

you both sat down on the bed and resumed kissing each other. you didn’t want to go too fast with him, you wanted him to be relaxed and enjoy this. he started trailing kisses down your neck, paying special attention to your reactions to everything he did.

“do you,” you breathed. “do you want to take off my clothes? or do you want me to?” you asked him quietly.

“ca-can i do it?” he asked against your neck.

“of course, baby. whatever you want,” you confirmed as he backed away from your neck. 

he brought his hands up to your face, cupping it gently before pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

“i love you,” spencer smiled.

“i love you too,” you said as he connected your lips again, his hands moving towards the hem of your shirt.

he slowly slid his hands underneath the fabric, moving towards the peaks of your breasts and cupping them stiffly. you moaned into his mouth softly, pressing your foreheads together. 

“that’s good, spence,” you whispered to him, giving him the confidence to lift the shirt up and over your head. 

he leaned back to observe you like this, vulnerable and ready. ready for him. wanting him. you wanted him.

you wanted him even though you knew everything there is to know about him. you knew the bad, the ugly, the scary, the worrying, everything. and you still want him. you want him regardless. and that’s all he’s ever wanted.

“ca-can i?” he looked at your chest in waiting.

“you can do whatever you’d like,” you encouraged.

he connected his lips to one of your breasts, the other in his hand being massaged. he played with the nipple, flicking his tongue over it quickly and occasionally nipping at it before pressing a firm kiss and switching to the other side.

you moved to lay down on the bed as he began kissing further down your body. past your chest, naval, and right above the waistband of your shorts. he looked up at you to make eye contact, only to find that you never took your eyes off of him in the first place. 

“go ahead, bubs. do what feels right, okay?” he nodded at you, now pulling your shorts and underwear down and off your body, throwing them in the corner of the room.

“i want, can i...?” he didn’t really know how to ask, he felt awkward asking anything in this situation.

“yes, spencer. you have full reign over my body tonight,” you confirmed. 

he nodded at your response, his body moving up towards yours as his hand remained on your hip. he pressed a kiss to your lips as you felt his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart, his fingers wandering through your folds. you gasped into his mouth, your hips grinding into his hand as your hands held onto his shoulders and hair.

his middle finger ran over your clit gently, switching between going back and forth and in circles. he moved his middle finger down to find your entrance, slowly easing the one finger in, relishing in the way your pussy clenched around him. thrusting his finger in and out a couple times, he pressed gentle kisses along your jawline. 

“k-keep going, spencer,” you moaned into his ear. 

he took the encouragement and pushed another finger into you, curling them in just the right spot to make you squirm. he used his other hand to hold your body down so you wouldn’t squirm away from him. 

“spence, fuck,” you whispered, feeling the tight coil in your stomach tighten. “you’re such a good boy for me.”

you heard him whimper into your neck at the praise, his ministrations picking up slightly.

he pressed his hand into your pussy, his palm hitting your clit perfectly with the way he was thrusting his fingers into your body. your hold on his shoulder tightened, surely leaving marks where your nails were, as you gently tugged on his hair. 

“yes, yes! oh my god,” you exclaimed. 

and just like that, the coil was wound so tight it snapped, releasing a flood of pleasure throughout your entire body. 

“spencer! shit!” you gripped his arm as his hand was working you through your orgasm, helping you come down. “fuck. are you sure you’ve never done that before?” 

“i’m a quick study,” he smirked before you smashed your lips against his eagerly. 

“god, i want you inside me,” you pleaded against his lips. 

“are you sure?” he asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes. 

“only if you’re ready, spence,” you replied, your hands running through his hair. 

“i’m ready. i’m more than ready, y/n,” he confirmed. 

“alright. but first, can i do something?” you asked mischievously.  

“what do you wanna do?” he wondered, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“just... if i do something you don’t like tell me to stop, okay?” he nodded. “i need words, bubs.”

“okay, i’ll tell you.”

“great,” you said, trailing your lips down his neck as he helped you shrug off his t-shirt. 

you ran your nails gently down his chest, observing the red streaks your nails left behind. you kissed all the way down his torso and stomach until you got right above his waistband, you ran your fingers underneath them. he lifted his hips so you could pull them down swiftly. 

once they were down, you trailed your finger along a prominent vein in his member, adoring the way it twitched against his stomach. you got onto your knees, grabbing his dick and licking that same vein slowly. his hips bucked up at the sensation, you pressed them down with a little giggle. 

you ran your tongue along the top of his member, licking the precum off cleanly. you took as much of him in as you could, using your hands for the rest of what you couldn’t fit into your mouth - which was more than you expected.

“fuck, y/n,” he moaned at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him. “th-that fe- oh! that feels s-so good.”

you continued to bob your head up and down, you went as far down as you could, your nose hitting his stomach once you got all the way down, the sound of you gagging filled the room.

“fuck! you’ve gotta stop, y/n, please!” he exclaimed. you quickly got up off of him making your way back up to his face before he planted his lips on yours. 

“are you okay?” you asked worried.

“yea, i uhm, i-i was about to uh, to cum,” he informed you with an awkward laugh.

“ohh, okay,” you huffed out a laugh. “so, how do you want to do this?”

“ca-can you be on top? like uhm,” he pressed his lips together for a moment in thought, “can you ri-ride me?”

“of course, bubs,” you kissed the corner of his mouth. “here, just lay back.”

you crawled on top of him, straddling his hips as you lined his hard dick up with your center. you made eye contact with him as his hands dug into your waist and hips.

“ready?”

“yes, please ju-just do something,” he begged.

you slowly sank down on his member, feeling yourself stretch to fit his cock as you gazed wondrously at his awe-struck face. once you were all the way down, you made sure to take a second to adjust to his length.

“oh my god, y/n,” he whispered quietly, his hands grasping at your hips as his jolted upward into your body. “please, please, please move.”

“patient, bubs. okay?” you placed your hands on his lower stomach to help lift yourself off his hips so you could slowly ease yourself back down. “fuck, spence.”

your hips rose slowly, slamming back down once just his tip was inside of you. once you found a steady pace for the both of you, you kept to it.

“it fe-feels so... good,” he groaned out, grabbing at your breasts as you moved your hands further up his chest.

“you like it?” you asked with a sly grin on your face. “do you like how my pussy feels on your big dick, spencer?”

“uh-uh huh,” he nodded, trying to maintain eye contact. “so we-wet and war-warm. so tighhht,” he mumbled out.

“that’s what you do to me. it’s all for you,” you said as you held his arms that were still up to your breasts. “fuck, spence it feels so good.”

“i-i think i’m gonna cum, y/n. please, oh my god, please!” he begged.

“mmm go ahead, bubs. cum inside of me. i want you to fill me up spencer,” you moaned, leaning down to his ear and biting his lobe gently.

“ahh fuck!” you felt the white spurts of cum shooting inside of you, covering your walls completely.

you continued to ride out his orgasm, wanting to get every last drop out. when you felt he was all done, you gently lifted yourself off of him, his hands immediately wrapping around your waist.

“spence, bubs, i need to go clean us up. okay?” you asked sweetly, running your hands through his hair.

“you didn’t... y’know,” he mumbled against your body.

“spencer i don’t always need to get off during sex to have a good time. besides, that happened earlier,” you kissed his hairline softly.

“but i want it to happen again,” he whined, placing a sloppy kiss to your collarbone.

“there’s no need to rush. we have all night, bubs.”