#can i mutilate myself with a spoon. to fix this

[soldier-poet-king]

It's way past my bedtime and I'm horrifically sad in an empty way lacking meaning and I could call in sick but I'm not /actually/ sick and if I stay home to read and cook all day my mother will be like 'oh well ur not really sick obvs' but it's like....the brain... Staying back and making soup and pasta for the week's meal prep and reading a book probably WOULD help

[amythecinnabunny]

Apartment 42 -- A BuckyNat AU

Master and rival assassins unknowingly live together for almost a year, making sure their real jobs remain a secret from each other and everyone around them.

Chapter 3

James needed to plan everything perfectly. He had no idea where to begin, though. He'd spotted Howard a few times. His bodyguard had been close behind, always watching from behind large sunglasses and a hoodie. James wondered if that was done to be inconspicuous or if it was done to he so blatantly obvious, he should have glazed over it. Either way, it didn't work and James picked out the bodyguard near Howard instantly.

How was he supposed to make an attack on Howard when the man only went to public places and was driven around with his bodyguard in the car every time?

"James?"

"What?"

Natalia sat up straight, startled. "Are you okay?"

James looked up from his mutilated steak. "What?" he asked again, softer.

"I'm not being rude or anything, but the food usually has a bit more . . . kick. That, and you're usually very picky about presentation. I'm not complaining! I'm just . . . concerned."

James shook his head. "It . . . it's work. That's all."

"I thought you were an exterminator. Don't you just, like, point and shoot with that hose-pipe looking thing?"

James's mind wandered to his rifle. Hose-pipe looking thing. He laughed.

"James, are you sure you're okay?" Natalia reached over the table to feel his forehead for a fever.

He smiled. "I'm fine. And the extermination thing was a part-time job."

"Was?" Natalia asked, sitting back. "What happened?"

"Oh, I quit. I almost exterminated myself way too many times. I'm an assassin now."

He had no idea why he'd said that, but thankfully, Natalia took it as a joke. After all, which assassin would actually reveal that? Certainly not her.

"Very funny, James. But seriously, you seem tired. Maybe we should order something tomorrow? You can sleep in tomorrow morning as well, I know how to not poison myself."

Poison! James felt like an idea had hit him over the head so hard, he would fall out of his chair any moment.

Howard always visited the same café for a morning coffee. If James found grab a job there, he would have access to Howard's coffee. The idea was brilliant!

"James."

"Huh?"

"I know a psychologist on our floor. Do you want his number? He takes walk-ins at home on Saturdays."

James smiled. "I'm fine, Natalia. I promise."

///////////////

The next morning, Natalia had left already, taping a note to her door. She knew it was the first thing James saw when he left his room.

Gone to work. Attempted waffles and instant porridge. Shitty iced coffee in the fridge. Good luck.

--Nat

He was amused at her signing the note despite the fact that it could not have been written by anyone else. Having woken up in a good mood, James didn't even notice that she'd forgotten the sugar in the porridge and burnt the waffles, and that calling the drink a shitty iced coffee was an understatement.

He dressed well, making sure his titanium prosthetic was disguised properly, before locking up the apartment and leaving. He knew Hydra had an eye on him as soon as he was out in the open, but he knew they'd merely write his good mood off as a front to fit in with civilians. Hydra wasn't very big on having emotions. Ever.

They'd even sent an agent to the same apartment block. James had asked why he couldn't dump his weapons with the agent instead. He was told not to question orders.

Then they asked him why he picked an apartment that had someone else living in it. It had taken ever five of strength not to get sarcastic. Instead, he took two deel breaths and reminded Karpov that no one paid him money ever and the little bit they'd given him to survive meant that he had to get a cheap apartment. Nothing was cheaper than the small little space whose rent was split over two people.

He'd gotten a little snappy and said that if they wanted him away from civilians, they should pay for a better apartment. Hydra did not want to waste resources and so they reminded Karpov to keep James in check, periodically remind him that he was nothing more than a weapon.

Having now spent four consecutive weeks in the presence of other humans, James was ready to give Hydra the finger, but he also knew that when this was over, they would provide a bed and sustenance, however menial. If he left, he'd spend the rest of his life running and hiding. At least this way, he could be out in public and claim he was just appearing natural to strangers.

Hydra lapped up his lies with no questions. After all, why wouldn't you believe what your told when you're sure you've trained your pets well?

Whistling, James waltzed into the café right behind Howard and his bodyguard. He waited to see what Howard ordered and who made the drink.

"Your usual, Mr Stark?" the barista asked, offering the billionaire a smile.

"Uh, yes, Milo."

"You know I'm going to have to supervise, Milo."

The calm voice pierced James's brain and he froze. He stared at the counter.

"Yes, yes, of course. I remember. Come on through."

"Thank you, darling."

James stared in growing horror as the woman walked behind the counter and spoke softly and casually to Milo as the young boy fixed a drink for Howard. James could tell that she stood at an angle to both watch Milo and keep an eye on Milo.

He knew Howard Stark somehow managed to hire an assassin without even knowing, but how the hell did Howard Stark get dumped in the hands of the Black Widow?

James would know that voice anywhere. He had no idea how long ago it had been, but he knew he'd already failed against her once.

///////////////

The Winter Soldier saw her, sprinting across rooftops as he ran in the street. The woman was after his target. He pushed faster, racing her now. If she got to the target first, the Red Room will have gained a prisoner with knowledge both organisations needed. He knew he had to get there first.

When he made it to the 'safe house', she was leaving with the target. Spitting violent curses, he jumped through the window she'd broken.

The Black Widow had the target protected deep within bundles of materials and stuffed into a sidecar of a cheap bike she'd stolen just for this. He swung through the beams of the weak building and perched on the roof. He took aim and fired.

He never missed. He knew that.

So when the shot missed her heart and caught her hip, he knew she had dodged the bullet.

And he knew she was a force to be reckoned with.

She radioed in to the chip Hydra had placed on the scientists. "How kind of you to bundle him all up like that for me, it really made kidnapping him off your hands a lot easier." She laughed as though she weren't in danger of bleeding out. "Thank you, darling!"

///////////////

James suddenly realised Howard and his bodyguard had left. There was no way he would be able to slip even an extra spoon of sugar into Howard's coffee. Oh, how he hated that voice.

So light, so airy. So damn superior. He hated it. He hated that he could still hear her laughter. He felt like she was mocking him with that laugh. Mocking him for missing. But he knew that he had aimed right. She was the one skilled enough to dodge.

He loathed the Black Widow.

///////////////

"Again, Anthony."

Anthony lay on the floor of the boxing ring, frustrated. "I'm never gonna get it!"

"Well, if you never get up, obviously."

"You are such an adult. Old lady."

"Hey, I'm only five years older than you, mister."

Anthony mocked her under his breath. Natalia nudged his arm with her foot. "Get up, Anthony," she said, "and if you're so  convinced I'm that much older than you, I expect you to start treating me with a little more respect. Your choice."

"So, what? My choices are switching you between best friend mode or aunt mode?"

Natalia shrugged. "The words came out of your mouth."

Anthony sighed as he sat up. He stretched an arm out for Natalia to grab. Barely straining, she pulled him up.

"What did you say your nickname was?"

"Tallie."

"Okay. Considering that you are an old lady--"

"I'm twenty-two, Anthony, I'm not--"

"-- I'm gonna start calling you Aunt Tal."

"Good lord," Peggy said as she walked in, "if Tallie is an old lady, I dread to think what I am."

"Ancient," Anthony responded instantly.

"Anthony!" Natalia scolded. She grinned when Anthony looked at her in pure surprise. "You chose aunt mode."

Peggy laughed. "Oh, very nice. I've got a teammate!"

Natalia laughed softly as she exited the ring. "What are you here for, Peggy? Does Howard want to go somewhere?"

"No, actually. He's staying in tonight. I understand that you're meant to always keep tabs on Howard, but am I right in assuming you ate allowed to do what you like once you leave the manor?"

Wiping her forehead with a towel, Natalia nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, he can't leave the manor unless you're present, and we know he's safe in here. So this essentially means you're off the hook now?"

"Yeah," Natalia said slowly, waiting to see where this went.

"Well, we were wondering, that is, Ana and I, if you'd like to come with us dancing tonight. There's a little bar we frequent on weekends. Mr Jarvis often accompanies us, merely to escort us back once we've drunk enough to intoxicated several people. I know you're several years younger than both Ana and I, but--"

"I'd love to," Natalia said, smiling. She didn't tell Peggy that this would be her first time going out with friends. "I think it would be fun. It's about time I got to know Ana, anyway."

"Really?" Peggy asked, delighted. "You'll join us?"

"Absolutely!"

"Splendid! You can wear something of Ana's, unless you'd like to go home to change?"

Natalia thought about the apartment, a good eight minute drive away. "I'll wear something of Ana's. Are you sure she won't mind?"

"Mind? She's making a new friend. She's going to be thrilled!"

Excited, Peggy grabbed Natalia's hand and dragged her through the manor, through the courtyard and into the Jarvis household that stood comfortably on the other side of the property.

Anthony stared up at the ceiling. "Wow," he murmured to himself.

///////////////

Natalia laughed so hard she snorted. Embarrassed, she tried to hide her face. Peggy was so amused with Natalia, she almost fell off her chair. Ana Jarvis watched the pair with slight amusement. "You think I'm joking, but Edwin never lies about his tales with Howard."

"Unbelievable!" Peggy cried. "There's no way Howard sat on a whoopee cushion four times in one hour."

Ana shrugged. "Peg, you know Anthony. He always gets his way. Besides, Edwin helped him."

Natalia took a sip of her drink. "Is there footage of this?"

Ana shook her head. "Howard had it deleted."

"I'm sure I can recover it," Natalia said. "How long ago was this?"

"Hmm, I think about two or three nights ago? Edwin says it was long after you'd both left."

"Oh, I would love to see it," Peggy said, "do call me if you get it right."

"Of course."

The three of then fell silent, each trying to picture Howard's face every time he sat down on the damned things.

"Tallie," Ana said after a while.

"Hm?"

"Peg and I aren't young any longer, but you still are."

"Yeah, so?"

"I'll give you five dollars if you go over there and say hi to the tall one at the bar."

Peggy glanced over her shoulder. "I'll give you an extra five if you come back with his number."

Natalia's jaw dropped. "What? No! That's silly!"

"Another five if you get him to dance with you," Ana cut in, scowling at Peggy.

"Wait! This is--"

"Total twenty if you ask him on a date," Peggy said, shooting Ana a smirk.

The two elderly women held each others stare for a moment before simultaneously pushing Natalia off her chair and in the direction of the bar. Resisting the urge to flip them both off, Natalia straightened Ana's blood red dress and walked with her head held high. She could manipulate some random guy into one date, right?

She glanced back to her table and gestured to a blond man ordering a drink. Both Peggy and Ana shook their heads fiercely and motioned for her to move on. There was only one more person at the bar if she continued in that direction, so she assumed they must mean the lone brunet.

Cautiously, she took a seat next to him and prepared her opening lines.

"Work end early?"

Natalia frowned. "James? What -- are you okay?"

James shrugged and lifted his head from his hand. "Bad day. You?"

Natalia shrugged. "Okay day. Good evening. I'm out with friends. I should've called--"

"No," James said, waving her apologies aside, "you don't have to. I don't need to know your every move. Anyway, if you didn't recognise me, why'd you come sit down?"

Natalia smiled. "Well, my friends are being super childish and if you agree to go on a date with me, I'll split the twenty dollars I'll be getting with you."

James thought about it. "Ten bucks for a date? Sounds fun, let's do it."

Natalia passed him her phone. "Act like you're giving me your number."

"You're having fun, aren't you?"

"Totally. I was worried about getting an idiot attached to me, but this is so much better. Imagine the lies I could tell. You'd back them up, obviously, right?"

"Every one. I'll be extra convincing if more money is involved," he added, grinning as he passed Natalia her phone back.

"Very funny, James. Listen, if you're not feeling great, I can come home with you . . . that sounded bad, given the charade I've just started. You know what I mean."

"I know, Natalia, and I promise you I'm fine. You enjoy yourself. I'll be fine."

"Okay," Natalia eventually said, sliding off the bar stool. "Take care of yourself, James."

Peggy and Ana were stunned and refused to give Natalia the full twenty dollars until she actually went on her date, claiming that she never actually danced with the handsome stranger.

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[spooky-raccoon]

The Monster In The Woods

A fic inspired by @ravishmeclownboi and their camping post.  I’ve always wanted to fuck while camping so this was instantly something I wanted to write.  Here ya go!

           After weeks upon weeks I was finally able to convince my boyfriend, Steve, and a few of his friends to go camping.  There was the perfect spot in the Barrens that was close to the quarry.  It was only for a weekend with one night just being me and my boyfriend since his friends had to work on Sunday.  

           It took some time to get everything trekked out to the spot but everything else was smooth sailing. After the tents were built I started a fire that we all sat around cooking hot dogs.  The sun was setting and the sound of the night time animals waking up had started.  It was so peaceful and calm.  We were all laughing and telling silly stories.  

           “Can you believe some of the people in town?  Everyone said camping was such a bad idea right now.”  Steve chuckled while sipping on a beer.

           “Yeah, I know.  It’s kids in town that are going missing.  No one has gone missing out here.”  One of our friends chimed in while tossing another log into the fire.

           “At least that we know of.”  I shrugged some as I poked the log into a better spot with a larger stick.  

           “It’s only for two days though so it’s not like anything bad can happen.” Steve shrugged and pulled me closer to him.  “Besides, people know we’re out here in case anything does happen.”

           We all agreed he was right and we began to make some smores.  Eventually it was time for sleep.  Saying goodnight to one another and we went into our tents.  Once we were under our sleeping bag in a spooning position I could feel his hands rubbing over me.  I let out a soft gasp when his hand found its way into my shirt and began to massage my breasts.  He would sometimes get horny when he drank.  I rolled my eyes and turned around to look at him.

           “Let’s have some fun sweetie.”  His words slurred some and he giggled like a little kid as he scooted closer.

           “Maybe if you were a bit more sober and if our friends weren’t right next to us in their tent.” I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Tomorrow night.  Alright?

           “Okaaaaaay.”  He nuzzled closer to me and soon enough he was asleep.

           The next morning, I had woken up before Steve, so I carefully got dressed.  I reached over to my bag and suddenly he was grabbing my wrist I let out a gasp and fell backwards.  He looked angry and I raised an eyebrow.

           “Good morning to you too. What the hell got into you?” I sat on my knees once I collected myself.

           “I thought you were going into my bag.  I’m sorry dear.  There’s a surprise in there and you can’t see it yet.”  He gave me a cheeky grin and kissed my forehead once he sat up.

           I rolled my eyes and finished getting ready for the day.  Once I left the tent I noticed our friends weren’t up yet.  I went over to the tent and tapped on the outside.  When I didn’t get an answer, I tapped again. Odd.  They were both such early bird type people and there wasn’t even the hearing of them getting ready or moving around.  I said fuck it and opened the tent.  They weren’t in there.  The sleeping bags were a bit messy.  With confusion I looked around the woods and began to call out their names.

           “What’s up, hun?” Steve left out tent, leaving the door open to keep it cool inside.

           “I don’t know where they went.  They aren’t in their tent and they aren’t calling back.”  I turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

           “Maybe they got called into work and they just forgot to tell us?”  He came over to me and peaked into the tent.  “Only thing inside is the sleeping bags.  Maybe they’ll come back in a couple hours.  I’ll shoot them a text and I’ll let you when they get back to me.”  He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  “Don’t worry too much.  We both know they’re workaholics.”

           “Yeah, yeah.  I just wish they would have left a note maybe.” I shrugged a bit and went to the fire pit.

           I got the fire going so we could make breakfast.  Steve helped by mixing everything together and setting the Dutch oven into the fire. It would be an hour until it was done so we just laid back and enjoyed the peacefulness of the morning air. Steve had to use the bathroom, so he went to the woods behind us.  I poked at the embers and that’s when I saw the red balloon across the way.  I squinted my eyes a bit to see what the writing was on it.  I was about to get up to see better but it began to float towards me.  It glided over the fires without a care in the world. That’s when I read the words ‘Be Wary of the Monster in the Woods’.  I mouthed the last word and that’s when the balloon exploded causing me to jump as I let out a small shriek.

           “Are you alright!?” Steve yelled from somewhere behind me.

           “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. An ember just got on me.  I’m good though!”  I took in a deep breath and looked around.  Was it our friends playing a joke on us?  I shook my head and Steve came rustling out of the bushes.

           “I got a message from them.” He turned his phone to show me the text message.  “They got called into work and couldn’t convince their boss. What an asshat.”  We both sighed, and soon enough breakfast was done.

           Hours passed filled with swimming, making food together, and tending to the fire when it needed it. It was a relaxing day which we both needed.  As the sun was setting I needed to use the restroom and headed off to a part of the woods.

           “Why over there?” Steve raised an eyebrow and seemed to be nervous.

           “Because it’s a spot to go?”  I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

           “I thought I saw a bear cub over there.  Mama won’t be to far!”  He yelled to me and I just rolled my eyes again.

           “Sure Steve. Whatever.”  I mumbled to myself as I dug myself a hole.  

           Once I was done I filled it back up with dirt and when I stood up I noticed something sticking out of a bush.  Slowly I walked over to it and tried to pick it up, but it was stuck.  That’s when I got a good look inside the bush.  There were the mutilated bodies of my friends.  A scream built up in my throat as I backed up right into a tree.  I heard the sound of feet coming up, so I quickly moved around the tree to hide.  Whoever or whatever was messing with the bushes and was mumbling angrily to itself. I peaked around the corner and that’s when I saw Steve, his back to me as he fixed the bush.

           “God damn it.  She must have fucking found them.  For fuck sake.  I didn’t want to kill her just yet, but I guess I’m going to have to.”  My eyes widened, and I took a step back in shock. Snap.  I looked down to see my foot had landed on a twig.  His head snapped up and he spun around, locking eyes with me.  A wicked grin grew on his face as he started to walk towards me.  “Hey love.  Did you find that bear I told you about?  I told you to be careful over here.  You’ll never know what you’ll find.”  

           I spun on my heel and ran through the trees. My mind raced with a million thoughts. Steve killed our friends.  He was going to kill me.  Out of the corner of my eye a balloon came speeding towards me. Great.  Just what I needed.  There wasn’t much light left but I was able to make out ‘Get Back to the Camp’. Something was on my side I guess. The balloon halted and I continued to run.  Before I came into a clearing by the bank I turned to look back.  There was a clown in a pale costume holding the same red balloon. He gave me a small bow along with a devious grin.  A clown was going to help me?  Fantastic. Just fantastic.  I heard Steve shouting and both of our heads turned to where the noise came from.  The clown turned back to me, giving me a shooing motion.  His eyes were now a glowing yellow that stood out from the darkness falling through the woods.  I figured out which direction I needed to go and I took off.  I found the camp with the fire still going.  I dove into the tent and quickly began to gather my things.  Steve’s bag was now open, and I saw a variety of things ranging from rope to knives.  That’s when I heard a loud shrieking coming from the woods.

           “Steve?”  I whispered. My heart was racing as I finally felt all the fear that had built up inside me.  

           “They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery.”  A different voice broke through the silence and I jumped.  “But,” a familiar face peaked inside to the tent, “honestly, I’m not flattered.”

           “Is he,” I sat down on my knees facing the clown, “dead?”

           “Indeed, he is.”  The clown let out a chuckle and that’s when I saw his torso was now covered in blood.  “You’re safe. For now, at least.”  He flashed me a toothy grin.

           “I, uh, thank you um.”  That’s when I realized I didn’t know his name.

           “The name’s Pennywise.  Pennywise the Dancing Clown.”  He stuck his hand out for a handshake which I hesitantly reached out to. His hands were so much larger than mine. Instead of shaking my head he tugged me a bit forward and placed a gentle kiss on my knuckle.  “Lover boy over there,” he gestured towards the woods, “was going to take advantage of my hard work.”  Pennywise entered the tent and sat crossed legged in front of me.  “I take pride in what I do.”

           I got a good look at him in the lantern light. His orange hair was a mess like he had just ran through the woods himself.  The blood on his torso still looked fresh and it stood out from the paleness of the rest of it.  His outfit looked so out of place in this day in age.  There were red puffs that ran up the torso and sat on top of his shoes. His white makeup looked cracked some as it got farther on top of his face.  There were red lines that curved upwards past his eyes and there was red on his nose.  He was so large in the tent.  I’m not sure what came over me as I gave him a tight hug.  I even sat in his lap with my legs curling around his waist.  He seemed to be confused as well as his arms slowly went around me.

           “I’m sorry about your friends.  It’s their fear that brought me here.  I was too late.  I’m not the hero type by any means but that man was using what I do as an excuse to kill people.”  His hand rested on my back, his fingers tracing along my skin.  Tears stung my eyes as I thought about my friends.  “To be honest, I was going to kill him soon. This wasn’t the first time he’s killed and used what I do as a cover up.  Was really going to enjoy scaring him but,” he shrugged, “he was still delicious.”

           For some reason I couldn’t help but to giggle at that.  I held him a bit tighter and wiped the tears away that had made their way down my cheek. Here I was, essentially cuddling with a clown looking monster who had just recently killed a man I loved.  Who was going to kill me.  Who had killed my friends and probably other people.  I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned back some to get a good look at Pennywise.

           “Thank you, Pennywise.  I’m not sure how to repay you but thank you.”  I gave him a small smile until I saw the sleazy grin on his face.

           “I can think of a way.”  He laid me down on my back and he hovered over me.  I could still see the fire going from the open door. “Why waste a night like this?”  

           A clawed hand gripped where my shirt and pants met.  With a hard tug they both ripped off and I was left in my underwear and bra.  His eyes traveled down my body with his tongue hanging out from his mouth.  Drool dripped onto my stomach and waist as he scooted down.  He was eager, and I admit, so was I.  As he scooted down I slid my underwear off.  He flashed me a crazed smile before his head dipped down to between my legs.

           “You smell delicious.”  His tongue flicked at my inner thigh.  “Pennywise is going to eat you right up.”  He let out a maniacal laugh before his tongue began to lap at my clit.

           “Oh, fuck yes.”  My eyes fluttered back as my body tensed up from the sensation.  

           My hand ran through his hair, gently rubbing at his head as his tongue worked through my folds.  One of his hands gripped my thigh while the thumb of his other teased my entrance.  My hips began to rock a little to the movement of his finger.  His lips went around my clit and he began to nibble gently while sucking on it.  My free hand shot up to my own hair as I began to moan loudly.  My other hand gripped on his hair some and I felt his growl against me. Two of his fingers slipped inside me, slowly but deeply pumping in and out of me.

           “Harder, please.” I whimper out between moans.  I felt his mouth leave my clit and I saw him sitting up some, still fingering me.

           “Naughty, naughty girl.”  He slid his fingers all the way into me and slowly made circles to massage my g-spot.  My nails dug into the sleeping bag underneath me as I began to squirm.  “Does the naughty girl want my cock?”  He slid a third finger inside and began to vigorously thrust them into me, his palm slapping against my clit.

           “Yes!”  I moaned loudly as I quickly felt an orgasm building up.

           “Yes what?”  His head tilted to the side as his fang filled grin grew wider.  “Cum for me while you tell me what you want.”

           “Yes, I want your cock Pennywise!”  My body twitched as I let out a pleasured scream when my orgasm shot through me.  His fingers were still furiously going making me whimper from the over board of stimulation.

            “That’s a good girl.”  His fingers slid out from me and after hearing the tearing of cloth I felt something hard but slimy press against my entrance.

          I peered down to look at his cock.  It looked to be a hybrid of a usual cock but also a tentacle.  It oozed all over as well as pre-cum dripping from the tip.  There wasn’t anything smooth about it as it was covered in bumps and ridges.  It was a dark gray in color with the tip being a bit darker.  He slid it along my clit as a deep chuckle rumbled through him.  Its size scared me, but I was so eager, spreading my legs a bit wider.  One of his clawed fingers reached down and ripped my bra off.  He crouched over me as he lined up the head of his cock to my entrance.  His eyes locked with mine as he slid deeply inside me.

           “That’s a good girl.  Take all of Pennywise.”  He hissed once he was completely inside me.  

            His size was painful at first until my body adjusted.  Our slick combined made the perfect lubricant as he began to thrust into me quickly.  The air was filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping together and the noises we both were making.  His mouth was going from place to place on my torso biting hard enough to puncture my skin, so his tongue could lick up the blood.  Each bite made me let out a small scream every time that was followed by whimpers.  His blood coated lips crashed into mine with his tongue slipping into my mouth.  My moans were muffled against him.  After a few minutes I broke the kiss and looked desperately into his eyes as I felt another orgasm coiling up in me.

            “Please fill me, Pennywise.” I begged and watched his eyes turn yellow, his mouth pulling into a smirk.

            “Gladly little one.”  His claws tore through the bottom of the tent as drool dripped onto my neck.

           His thrusts suddenly became deeper and harder. His head lowered to next to mine as he started to let out deep animalist snarls.  I pressed my face into his ruffles to muffle my screams though it didn’t help much.  One of his arms slid underneath me as he pressed me tighter to him.  My arms wrapped around him tightly as I felt the other orgasm going through me, my nails digging into his costume as parts of me convulsed what they could.  That’s when he gave one final thrust deep into me, a horrific snarling roar leaving him as he came deep inside me.  I whimpered softly as I felt his cock twitching each time he pumped his seed. I let out a contented deep breath as I nuzzled my face against his neck.  He was breathing deep and heavy for several minutes until he too was nuzzling me back. I had almost forgot he was a horrific monster like creature as he began to kiss up my neck to my cheek and then finally my lips.

           “I think it’d be best I stay with you tonight. Keep you safe from any monsters out there.”  He smiled, flashing his buck teeth and let out a chuckle.  “I’ll help you out with the mess of everything in the morning.”

           “I’m sure I’ll be safe from any monster with you around.”  I giggled softly as we curled up against the mass of sleeping bags and pillows.  The fire had died down by now and the sound of night time creatures drifted us to sleep.

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The Boggart in the Wardrobe

Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in Harry's opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle. "How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?" "Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Harry saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away. "Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly. Harry and Ron scowled at each other; Snape wouldn't have said 'settle down' if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generally favored his own students above all others. They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table. "Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm --" "Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without looking up. Ron went brick red. "There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy. Malfoy smirked across the table. "Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots." Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes. "Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir." Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair. "Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley." "But, sir --!" Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces. "Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice. Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy, then took up the knife again. "And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. "Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Harry the look of loathing he always reserved just for him. Harry took Malfoy's shrivelfig as Ron began trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Harry skinned the shrivelfig as fast as he could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever. "Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly. "None of your business," said Ron jerkily, without looking up. "I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," said Malfoy in a tone of mock sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury --" "Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Ron. "¨C he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting injury like this" -- he gave a huge, fake sigh -- "who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?" "So that's why you're putting it on," said Harry, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar because his hand was shaking in anger, "To try to get Hagrid fired." "Well," said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, "partly, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me." A few cauldrons away, Neville was in trouble. Neville regularly went to pieces in Potions lessons; it was his worst subject, and his great fear of Professor Snape made things ten times worse. His potion, which was supposed to be a bright, acid green, had turned -- "Orange, Longbottom," said Snape, ladling some up and allowing to splash back into the cauldron, so that everyone could see. "Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one cat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?" Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears. "Please, sir," said Hermione, "please, I could help Neville put it right --" "I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," said Snape coldly, and Hermione went as pink as Neville. "Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly." Snape moved away, leaving Neville breathless with fear. "Help me!" he moaned to Hermione. "Hey, Harry," said Seamus Finnigan, leaning over to borrow Harry's brass scales, "have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning -- they reckon Sirius Black's been sighted." "Where?" said Harry and Ron quickly. On the other side of the table, Malfoy looked up, listening closely. "Not too far from here," said Seamus, who looked excited. "It was a Muggle who saw him. 'Course, she didn't really understand. The Muggles think he's just an ordinary criminal, don't they? So she phoned the telephone hot line. By the time the Ministry of Magic got there, he was gone." "Not too far from here ..." Ron repeated, looking significantly at Harry. He turned around and saw Malfoy watching closely. "What, Malfoy? Need something else skinned?" But Malfoy's eyes were shining malevolently, and they were fixed Harry. He leaned across the table. "Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter?" "Yeah, that's right," said Harry offhandedly. Malfoy's thin mouth was curving in a mean smile. "Of course, if it was me," he said quietly, "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him." "What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron roughly. "Don't you know, Potter?" breathed Malfoy, his pale eyes narrowed. "Know what?" Malfoy let out a low, sneering laugh. "Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck," he said. "Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself." "What are you talking about?" said Harry angrily, but at that moment Snape called, "You should have finished adding your ingredients by now; this potion needs to stew before it can be drunk, so clear away while it simmers and then we'll test Longbottom's..." Crabbe and Goyle laughed openly, watching Neville sweat as he stirred his potion feverishly. Hermione was muttering instructions to him out of the corner of her mouth, so that Snape wouldn't see. Harry and Ron packed away their unused ingredients and went to wash their hands and ladles in the stone basin in the corner. "What did Malfoy mean?" Harry muttered to Ron as he stuck his hands under the icy jet that poured from the gargoyle's mouth "Why would I want revenge on Black? He hasn't done anything to me -- yet." "He's making it up," said Ron savagely. "He's trying to make you do something stupid..." The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was cowering by his cauldron. "Everyone gather 'round," said Snape, his black eyes glittering, "and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned." The Gryffindors watched fearfully. The Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops down Trevor's throat. There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there was a small pop, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm. The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, fully grown. "Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped the smiles from every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed." Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the steps to the entrance hall. Harry was still thinking about what Malfoy had said, while Ron was seething about Snape. "Five points from Gryffindor because the potion was all right! Why didn't you lie, Hermione? You should've said Neville did it all by himself!" Hermione didn't answer. Ron looked around. "Where is she?" Harry turned too. They were at the top of the steps now, watching the rest of the class pass them, heading for the Great Hall and lunch. "She was right behind us," said Ron, frowning. Malfoy passed them, walking between Crabbe and Goyle. He smirked at Harry and disappeared. "There she is," said Harry. Hermione was panting slightly, hurrying up the stairs; one hand clutched her bag, the other seemed to be tucking something down the front of her robes. "How did you do that?" said Ron. "What?" said Hermione, joining them. "One minute you were right behind us, the next moment, you were back at the bottom of the stairs again." "What?" Hermione looked slightly confused. "Oh -- I had to go back for something. Oh no --" A seam had split on Hermione's bag. Harry wasn't surprised; he could see that it was crammed with at least a dozen large and heavy books. "Why are you carrying all these around with you?" Ron asked her. "You know how many subjects I'm taking," said Hermione breathlessly. "Couldn't hold these for me, could you?" "But --" Ron was turning over the books she had handed him, looking at the covers. "You haven't got any of these subjects today. It's only Defense Against the Dark Arts this afternoon." "Oh yes," said Hermione vaguely, but she packed all the books back into her bag just the same. "I hope there's something good for lunch, I'm starving," she added, and she marched off toward the Great Hall. "D'you get the feeling Hermione's not telling us something?" Ron asked Harry. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡*¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡* Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals. "Good afternoon," he said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands." A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books. They had never had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts class before, unless you counted the memorable class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies to class and set them loose. "Right then," said Professor Lupin, when everyone was ready. "If you'd follow me." Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum. Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song. "Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin --" Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling. "I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he said pleasantly. "Mr. Filch won't be able to get in to his brooms." Filch was the Hogwarts caretaker, a bad-tempered, failed wizard who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry. Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand. "This is a useful little spell," he told the class over his shoulder. "Please watch closely." He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it at Peeves. With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing. "Cool, sir!" said Dean Thomas in amazement. "Thank you, Dean," said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. "Shall we proceed?" They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door. "Inside, please," said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing back. The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this." He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear." Neville went scarlet. Harry glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers. Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows. "I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," he said, "and I am sure he will perform it admirably." Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap. "Now, then," said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall. "Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. "There's a Boggart in there." Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about. Neville gave Professor Lupin a look of pure terror, and Seamus Finnigan eyed the now rattling doorknob apprehensively. "Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks -- I've even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice." "So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?" Hermione put up her hand. "It's a shape-shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most." "Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. "So the Boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a Boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears. "This means," said Professor Lupin, choosing to ignore Neville's small sputter of terror, "that we have a huge advantage over the Boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Harry?" Trying to answer a question with Hermione next to him, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet with her hand in the air, was very off-putting, but Harry had a go. "Er -- because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?" "Precisely," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione put her hand down, looking a little disappointed. "It's always best to have company when you're dealing with a Boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a Boggart make that very mistake -- tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening. 'The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. "We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please...riddikulus!" "Riddikulus!" said the class together. "Good," said Professor Lupin. "Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville." The wardrobe shook again, though not as much as Neville, who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows. "Right, Neville," said Professor Lupin. "First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?" Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out. "I didn't catch that, Neville, sorry," said Professor Lupin cheerfully. Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, "Professor Snape." Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful. "Professor Snape...hmmm...Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?" "Er -- yes," said Neville nervously. "But -- I don't want the Boggart to turn into her either." "No, no, you misunderstand me," said Professor Lupin, now smiling. "I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?" Neville looked startled, but said, "Well...always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress...green, normally...and sometimes a fox-fur scarf." "And a handbag?" prompted Professor Lupin. "A big red one," said Neville. "Right then," said Professor Lupin. "Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Can you see them in your mind's eye?" "Yes," said Neville uncertainty, plainly wondering what was coming next. "When the Boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," said Lupin. "And you will raise your wand -- thus -- and cry "Riddikulus" -- and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture-topped hat, and that green dress, with that big red handbag." There was a great shout of laughter. The wardrobe wobbled more violently. "If Neville is successful, the Boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn," said Professor Lupin. "I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical..." The room went quiet. Harry thought...What scared him most in the world? His first thought was Lord Voldemort -- a Voldemort returned to full strength. But before he had even started to plan a possible counterattack on a Boggart-Voldemort, a horrible image came floating to the surface of his mind.... A rotting, glistening hand, slithering back beneath a black cloak...a long, rattling breath from an unseen mouth...then a cold so penetrating it felt like drowning... Harry shivered, then looked around, hoping no one had noticed. Many people had their eyes shut tight. Ron was muttering to himself, "Take its legs off." Harry was sure he knew what that was about. Ron's greatest fear was spiders. "Everyone ready?" said Professor Lupin. Harry felt a lurch of fear. He wasn't ready. How could you make a Dementor less frightening? But he didn't want to ask for more time; everyone else was nodding and rolling up their sleeves. "Neville, we're going to back away," said Professor Lupin. "Let you have a clear field, all right? I'll call the next person forward...Everyone back, now, so Neville can get a clear shot --" They all retreated, backed against the walls, leaving Neville alone beside the wardrobe. He looked pale and frightened, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready. "On the count of three, Neville," said Professor Lupin, who was pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. "One -- two -- three -- now!" A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the doorknob. The wardrobe burst open. Hook-nosed and menacing, Professor Snape stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville. Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing down upon him, reaching inside his robes. "R -- r -- riddikulus! " squeaked Neville. There was a noise like a whip crack. Snape stumbled; he was wearing a long, lace-trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture, and he was swinging a huge crimson handbag. There was a roar of laughter; the Boggart paused, confused, and Professor Lupin shouted, "Parvati! Forward!" Parvati walked forward, her face set. Snape rounded on her. There was another crack, and where he had stood was a bloodstained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly, dragging its feet, its stiff arms rising -- "Riddikulus!" cried Parvati. A bandage unraveled at the mummy's feet; it became entangled, fell face forward, and its head rolled off. "Seamus!" roared Professor Lupin. Seamus darted past Parvati. Crack! Where the mummy had been was a woman with floorlength black hair and a skeletal, green-tinged face -- a banshee. She opened her mouth wide and an unearthly sound filled the room, a long, wailing shriek that made the hair on Harry's head stand on end -- "Riddikulus!" shouted Seamus. The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone. Crack! The banshee turned into a rat, which chased its tail in a circle, then -- crack!- became a rattlesnake, which slithered and writhed before -- crack! -- becoming a single, bloody eyeball. "It's confused!" shouted Lupin. "We're getting there! Dean!" Dean hurried forward. Crack! The eyeball became a severed hand, which flipped over and began to creep along the floor like a crab. "Riddikulus!" yelled Dean. There was a snap, and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap. "Excellent! Ron, you next!" Ron leapt forward. Crack! Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on Ron, clicking its pincers menacingly. For a moment, Harry thought Ron had frozen. Then -- "Riddikulus!" bellowed Ron, and the spider's legs vanished; it rolled over and over; Lavender Brown squealed and ran out of its way and it came to a halt at Harry's feet. He raised his wand, ready, but -- "Here!" shouted Professor Lupin suddenly, hurrying forward. Crack! The legless spider had vanished. For a second, everyone looked wildly around to see where it was. Then they saw a silvery-white orb hanging in the air in front of Lupin, who said, "Riddikulus!" almost lazily. Crack! "Forward, Neville, and finish him off!" said Lupin as the Boggart landed on the floor as a cockroach. Crack! Snape was back. This time Neville charged forward looking determined. "Riddikulus!" he shouted, and they had a split second's view of Snape in his lacy dress before Neville let out a great "Ha!" of laughter, and the Boggart exploded, burst into a thousand tiny wisps of smoke, and was gone. "Excellent!" cried Professor Lupin as the class broke into applause. "Excellent, Neville. Well done, everyone...Let me see...five points to Gryffindor for every person to tackle the Boggart -- ten for Neville because he did it twice...and five each to Hermione and Harry." "But I didn't do anything," said Harry. "You and Hermione answered my questions correctly at the start of the class, Harry," Lupin said lightly. "Very well, everyone, an excellent lesson. Homework, kindly read the chapter on Boggarts and summarize it for me...to be handed in on Monday. That will be all." Talking excitedly, the class left the staffroom. Harry, however, wasn't feeling cheerful. Professor Lupin had deliberately stopped him from tackling the Boggart. Why? Was it because he'd seen Harry collapse on the train, and thought he wasn't up to much? Had he thought Harry would pass out again? But no one else seemed to have noticed anything. "Did you see me take that banshee?" shouted Seamus. "And the hand!" said Dean, waving his own around. "And Snape in that hat!" "And my mummy!" "I wonder why Professor Lupin's frightened of crystal balls?" said Lavender thoughtfully. "That was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson we've ever had, wasn't it?" said Ron excitedly as they made their way back to the classroom to get their bags. "He seems like a very good teacher," said Hermione approvingly. "But I wish I could have had a turn with the Boggart --" "What would it have been for you?" said Ron, sniggering. "A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?"