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Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Seven

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Seven

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger posse of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Swearing, Reader having a crisis, Guilt, Shame, Jake Seresin. I think that's it?

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: I am still so overwhelmed by how much you guys love this series. I never thought I'd make it this far, but here we are! As always, reboots, comments and likes are greatly appreciated!! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator!

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The house truly was a magnificent sight, even more so now that you had been away for so long. The massive, three story brick house sat perched behind an expanse of trees that shielded it from the road during the spring and summer months. Now, the trees were barren save for the patches of snow that laid on the branches. Jake smirked down at where you were fidgeting excitedly in your seat.

“What?” You asked him, squirming even more under his gaze.

He shook his head, smiling softly now. “Nothin’. Just seeing you so excited is cute is all.”

You blushed, refusing to meet his gaze. At that moment, the carriage stopped in front of the large steps that led up to the front door. An older couple stood at the base of them, smiling as they saw you. You reached for the handle, jumping out and rushing into the arms of the woman. She smelled of calming lavender, a scent that reminded you of your days as a child where you would run through the halls and sneak into her room to peak into her jewelry box. Her hands were gentle as they held you, cooing as you hugged her tightly.

“Aunt Jo,” you murmured into her shoulder, her hand reaching up to stroke your hair gently.

“It’s so good to see you, my darling,” she said, pulling back to look at you. An affectionate smile graced her lips as she looked you up and down. Your Uncle Walter stepped up to grab you from your aunt and wrap you in a hug of his own. He smelled of clean linen and the smoke from his pipe, a smell that reminded you so much of your father.

“How are you, my girl?” He asked you as he pulled back. You held onto his hands as you stared at the pair.

“I’ve been well, and so has Benji,” you smiled, hearing rustling from the carriage. Aunt Jo looked up, a curious smile instantly alighting on her face as Jake stepped down onto the cobblestone. You turned to see him just as he straightened up, glancing between you and your aunt and uncle. You let go of your uncle’s hands to gesture for Jake to step forward. “Aunt Josephine, Uncle Walter, may I present to you Jake Seresin.”

Uncle Walter stepped forward, reaching out his hand to Jake, which he took. The two men shook, Jake offering a polite smile while your uncle studied him closely.

“It’s an honor, sir,” Jake told him sincerely. The two dropped their hands, and you found yourself glancing nervously between the two. You weren’t sure why you were so anxious, but you felt a wave of calm as your uncle broke out in a smile, clapping Jake on the shoulder as he led him towards the house.

“Please, call me Walter, my boy,” he chuckled. “Come inside, you must be freezing in those clothes.”

You heard Jake let out a quiet sigh in relief as he allowed himself to be steered into the house, you and your aunt following close behind.

“There isn’t a lot of snow out in the desert,” you hummed by way of explanation as the tips of Jake’s ears turned a bright pink.

“No, I suppose there isn’t,” Uncle Walter laughed as the four of you made your way into the parlor.

“Benji’s clothing was just a bit too small for him,” you frowned, sitting down next Aunt Jo on the sofa as Uncle Walter gestured for Jake to sit in one of the armchairs. Jake glanced at you anxiously, and you smiled, nodding just enough for him to pick up on the gesture. He sat down carefully in the armchair as your uncle did the same. Jake’s green eyes darted around the room, taking in the ornate woodwork and expensive decor that your aunt and uncle seemed so fond of.

“That’s an easy fix,” your aunt said, smiling warmly at Jake who still seemed uneasy. You frowned at him, not understanding why he was so nervous. Your aunt and uncle were well off, yes, but they were kind people, practically saints when compared with the rest of high society in Baltimore. You knew Benjamin had prepped him on what to expect, but you supposed that he was feeling much like you had felt when first arriving in Maverick. It’s one thing to be told, it’s another thing entirely to experience firsthand.

“Of course!” Uncle Walter exclaimed, turning to the younger man. “We can go first thing in the morning and get you all sorted out.”

“Oh, I couldn’t-” Jake started, looking at you with wide eyes for help, but your aunt waves him off.

“Nonsense,” she said. “We insist. We’ll have to find something for you to wear in the meantime to help keep you warm. I think your cousin, John, might still have some clothing upstairs in his old room. I’ll have Michael fetch them for you, Jake.”

“I appreciate that,” the blond said quietly, watching as the old butler nodded at your aunt before turning and disappearing out the door.

“Now,” Aunt Jo smiled, looking between you and Jake. “The two of you must be simply exhausted from your journey. I’ll have the maids show you up to your rooms, and we can meet back downstairs in an hour for supper.”

“That sounds wonderful, Aunt Jo,” you grinned at her.

The next morning brought a sense of familiar comfort as you awoke in the lavish guest room. Fine furniture was scattered in different areas of the large room, and several scenic paintings adorned the walls. You had gotten dressed quickly, eager to start your day. Aunt Jo had told you that your best friend, Lucy, had been calling upon the house every day since word had arrived that you would be arriving back in town. Lucy was a cheeky redhead who you adored more than any other socialite in town, and you were excited to see her again after so many months apart.

You sat at the dining room table next to your aunt just as Jake walked into the room with your uncle. He wore a simple pair of wool pants and a brown jacket that looked to be about two sizes too small on him, but it would serve the purpose of shielding him from the cold. He sat down across from you, sitting at your uncle’s right hand.

“Good morning, my dove,” Uncle Walter greeted Aunt Jo, smiling fondly at her. She returned the gesture, resting her hand on top of his briefly before resuming her meal. He continued. “Jake and I will visit the tailor’s straight after breakfast. I’m sure it’ll take us most of the morning to get him situated with some things to wear. Scout, what are your plans for the morning?”

“I’m going to go have tea with Lucy,” you answered him simply. Jake looked at you, nerves once again showing themselves on his face. You gave him a reassuring smile before the conversation moved on to another topic.

Breakfast was finished quickly, and your uncle told Jake he would meet him by the carriage while he went to grab something from his study. You were putting on your coat when Jake grabbed your wrist. You turned to see his eyes searching yours uncertainly, and you gave him a puzzled look in return.

“Are you alright?” You asked him, a frown tugging at your lips.

Jake swallowed thickly. “What if…what if I do something wrong?”

“Jake,” you chuckled, “you’re going to buy a couple of outfits. You stand there as the tailor takes your measurements and then you pick out what ones you like best. What could you possibly do wrong?”

“What if I say the wrong thing? Or what if I insult someone on accident? Benjamin tried to help me prepare for what things would be like here, but I feel like a rattlesnake amongst coyotes. I just know I’m going to screw things up, and then I’ll make you look bad, and-”

“Jakey,” you cooed softly up at him, taking his hand in one of yours as you reached up to brush the hair out of his face with the other. His mossy green eyes darted between yours anxiously as you stared up at him with a small smile. “I’m fairly certain you could charm the pants off of a mannequin if you tried. Why are you so nervous that you’ll say the wrong thing?”

“I assumed you were a prostitute when we first met,” he said glumly, pout growing bigger as you giggled, thinking back to when you first met the blond in front of you.

“You did,” you agreed. “But I would hope you’ve learned your lesson about assuming things about other people and then voicing them.”

“Yeah, I have,” he muttered. “But I still don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t know what I was doing either when I first moved to Maverick,” you told him, smoothing your thumb on the back of his hand. “I was scared too, then. I didn’t know what to expect or how people would act, but I did my best. That’s all I expect from you.”

Jake smiled at you softly, squeezing your hand lightly.

“Besides,” you smirked, “rattlesnakes still have teeth to fight off the coyotes.”

Jake laughed at that, and you felt a flitter in your stomach at the sound. You heard footsteps coming down the hall, and you quickly pulled away from him just as Uncle Walter turned around the corner. He looked up, stopping in surprise when he saw Jake standing in front of you.

“You’re still here,” he said, causing the tips of Jake’s ears to turn bright pink yet again. You were surprised they hadn’t stayed that way permanently yet.

“I was just wishing Scout a pleasant time out with her friend,” he said quickly, Uncle Walter humming.

“Alright, well, let’s be off!” Uncle Walter grinned, clapping Jake on the back as he passed. Jake gave one last look your way, smiling as you offered him a small wave. You turned to grab your gloves from where you had set them on the side table when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned around to see Aunt Jo looking at you knowingly, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Jake is a very fine young man,” she stated. You felt your cheeks heat up, turning your attention back to your gloves in an attempt to distract yourself.

“He is,” you replied. Aunt Jo hummed, walking closer to you.

“He seems very taken with you,” she pressed. “And you with him.”

“I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about, Aunt Jo,” you scoffed, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. “Jake is just a dear friend.”

“Of course he is, dear,” she smiled. “However, there was only one dear friend I ever looked at that fondly, and we’ve been together for thirty years now.”

“Is there a point to this, Aunt Jo?” You blushed, unable to meet her gaze.

“No point at all, dear,” she hummed, barely suppressing her smirk as she waved you off. “Go and have a nice time, Scout. Give my warmest regards to Lucy.”

“You must tell me all about the west!” Lucy cried excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat. Several of the older patrons gave her nasty looks, and you placed a hand on top of hers to calm her down. You gave the other patrons an apologetic smile before turning your attention back to the redhead in front of you.

“Alright, alright,” you laughed. “What do you want to know?”

“How is your brother?”

“He’s staying busy. Won’t tell me what business he’s been dealing in, so don’t even ask. He bought one thousand acres of land to start a ranch on,” you hummed, sipping your tea. Lucy’s eyes widened.

“One thousand acres?” She exclaimed. “A ranch? What does Benjamin know about running a ranch?”

“I said the same thing,” you admitted, “but he’s surprisingly adept at it. It’s hard work, but it leaves one with a sense of pride to see everything that’s been accomplished at the end of the day.”

“I’m not surprised you’ve taken to life out in the west so easily,” she teased. “You always were a wild thing at heart. I don’t know if you were ever truly happy here.”

“Of course I was,” you argued, brow furrowing. “How could you say something like that? I loved my life here. I loved my family, my friends, my charities. I didn’t want to give any of that up.”

“Because you never had that twinkle in your eye that I see in it now,” she said softly, placing a hand over where yours rested on the table. “I know you loved all of those things, I do, but seeing how you talk about your new life? I can see now that you were never truly happy here. You always wanted to go and wrestle with the boys and you were never truly interested in things deemed fit for a ‘proper lady,’ and that’s okay!”

“You seem to have given this some thought,” you grumbled, and Lucy chuckled.

“I have, yes,” she nodded. “Your aunt has shared yours and your brother’s letters, and thought it breaks my heart to say so, it’s clear to me that out west is where you belong.”

“Oh, Lucy,” you murmured, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. Her smile quickly turned into a wide smirk as she leaned into you.

“Now tell me about this cowboy Benjamin mentioned in his letters,” she whispered. You nearly choked on your tea, coughing as you fought to regain your breath. Lucy patted you on the back gently until you gained back control of your airwaves.

“What about him?” You asked weakly.

“Is he handsome? Is he charming? Is he rugged? Does he have a gun? How wild is he compared to the other cowboys? What-”

“Slow down,” you laughed. “His name is Jake, for starters.”

“Jake the cowboy,” she mused. “What’s he do for a living?”

You took another sip of your tea with a snort. “What, is ‘cowboy’ not good enough?”

She glared at you, and you sighed.

“He’s working on our ranch.”

“How romantic,” Lucy sighed, eyes softening at the idea. “I’m sure he’s a vision walking around in leather.”

“Lucy!” You chided her, looking around to make sure no one saw. She giggled, but before she could say anything else, the smile dropped from her face as she glanced behind you. You felt a presence at your back, and you turned to see a familiar face.

“Henry?” You blinked in shock. Henry had been courting you before you moved to Maverick, and he hadn’t taken it all that well. He was a handsome man with dark hair and baby blue eyes. You had known him your entire life, much like Lucy, as your fathers had been boyhood friends. He had an air of charm about him that was outmatched only by Jake’s. Dimples framed the smile he cast down at you.

“It’s so good to see you again, Scout,” he greeted you. You gave him a thin-lipped smile back, casting an anxious glance at Lucy who was staring daggers into Henry’s profile. “I heard you were back in town.”

“I am, yes,” you replied stiffly. “Only for the holiday and then I’ll be heading back to Maverick.”

“A shame,” he hummed, sitting down next to you as Lucy scowled at him. “I was hoping this would be a more permanent arrangement. One that would benefit the both of us.”

“I have no intention of moving back to Baltimore at this time,” you told him curtly. His smile faltered, but he quickly regained his composure.

“I see, well you still have plenty of time to change your mind,” he chuckled. “I’m assuming I’ll be seeing you at Lucy’s party tonight?”

You shot a look at the redhead who’s scowl turned into a full-blown glare at his words. “I wasn’t aware she was having a party.”

“I was going to tell you about it as soon as we finished talking about more important things,” she hissed. Henry hummed, moving to stand.

“It was good chatting with you, Scout,” he smirked, taking your hand and placing a light kiss to the back. “I look forward to seeing you this evening.”

“I hate that man,” Lucy growled as he walked out of earshot. “I don’t know why you even entertained the idea of marrying him.”

You sighed, looking at her wearily. “You know why.”

“I do,” she admitted in a grumble. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“I don’t much like it either,” you replied. “But the past is the past. We should get going. You have a party to finish preparing for and I need to go get ready for it.”

“You’re right,” she murmured before perking up. “Be there by seven o’clock! And bring your cowboy with you!”

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you. You had asked Michael to make sure that Jake was ready to leave by 6:45, Lucy’s home not too far away from your own, but wanting to get there a little early. You had been dressed and ready to go five minutes before. You wore a long-sleeved gown, the dark blue top ending at your waist and flowing into a mossy green skirt. You wore a pair of emerald earrings and a small diamond pendant along with it, and your hair was pulled back into a simple, braided bun. You had forgotten how good it felt to dress up for social gatherings. You had been smoothing down the skirt of your dress when you heard footsteps enter the room behind you. You turned to look, and that’s when you saw him.

Jake wore a black waistcoat with a matching coat atop a pair of beige trousers. He held a hat in his left hand and a pair of dress gloves in the other. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t stop. Jake fidgeted under your gaze, cheeks flushing as he waited for you to say something.

“Is it that bad?” He asked quietly, unsurely, so unlike his usual confidant self. You snapped your mouth shut, shaking your head as your own blush began to spread up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“No,” you stated. “No, you look very handsome.”

He smirked at that, walking to a stop just in front of you. “You look beautiful tonight, Scout.”

You felt your cheeks grow warmer, and you ducked your head.

“We should get going,” you murmured, glancing up at him. He stared down at you, eyes twinkling.

“Alright,” he said quietly, slowly moving to let you lead the way.

The carriage ride to Lucy’s was silent, and the two of you got there with plenty of time to spare. Jake offered you a hand as you stepped out of the carriage, and you took it, smiling at him gratefully. The head butler greeted you at the door, taking your coats before escorting you to the parlor where several people were already gathered. Lucy spotted you and walked over to you excitedly.

“You made it!” She grinned, taking your hands in hers. Her eyes darted behind you, widening when they saw Jake. “Is this the cowboy?”

He chuckled behind you, taking her hand and in his to shake it. Lucy gasped at the gesture, shooting you an awkward glance. “Jake is just fine, miss.”

“And Lucy will do just fine for you as well,” she smiled. She gestured for the two of you to make your way farther into the room. The two of you followed her, and Jake leaned down to whisper to you.

“What was that reaction about?”

You leaned up slightly to answer him. “It’s polite to let the lady initiate the handshake,” you whispered back at him. He hummed, following dutifully as Lucy came to a stop beside the fireplace.

“Scout, you remember Diana and Andrew?” She said, gesturing to the pair of brunettes by the mantle. The Barclay twins were a pretty pair. Andrew stood half a head taller than Diana, but the resemblance was uncanny. Big, dark brown eyes stared at you and Jake as they took you in.

“Of course,” you smiled at them. Diana smiled back at you while Andrew nodded. “It’s been too long.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” Diana drawled, looking around. “No brother of yours?”

“I’m afraid not,” you responded politely. Her eyes turned to the man behind you.

“And you might be?” She smirked, reaching out her hand to Jake. Jake took it, giving her a polite smile.

“Jake Seresin.”

“Seresin,” Andrew hummed. “I’ve never heard that name. Where do you come from?”

“I was born and raised in the New Mexico territories,” Jake said. The chatter died down as the partygoers looked on in intrigue.

“A cowboy?” Someone asked, and the whispers started up across the room.

Jake chuckled, slipping into his charming persona as he let his eyes wander around the room. “Y’all make it sound much more exciting than it actually is,” he drawled.

“Scout?”

You stiffened at the voice, turning to see Henry approaching you from the far side of the room.

“Henry,” you acknowledged him, feeling Jake’s eyes dart between the two of you. You grabbed a glass of wine from the side table, needing something to take the edge off of what you were sure was to come and also needing something to keep your hands occupied. You chanced a glance at Jake who was already frowning at the man before you. Henry stood before you dressed in his evening best as he looked you over, giving a nod of approval that had you suppressing an eye roll. You settled for pressing your lips into a thin line instead.

“I’m glad you could come tonight,” he smiled, and you wondered how you ever considered it to be swoon worthy once.

“Of course,” you hummed. “It’s Lucy’s party after all.”

“Yes,” he said, turning his attention to the blond behind you. “And who’s your friend here?”

“Jake Seresin,” he said coolly, eyeing Henry up and down. Henry did the same before extending a hand out.

“Henry Cargill.”

The two men shook hands for a brief moment before letting go.

“So,” Henry began, “how do you know Scout here?”

“I work on her and her brother’s ranch.”

“A ranch hand?” Henry chuckled, brows darting up on his forehead in surprise. “What a charming profession you have, sir.”

“What is it you do?” Jake asked him with a narrow of his eyes.

“Me?” Henry clucked. “I’m working at my father’s bank. One day I’ll inherit it.”

“Something he reminds us about all the time,” Lucy chimed in with a vicious smirk towards Henry, who looked mildly put out by her comment.

“There’s no shame in what a man has,” he sniffed, looking back at Jake. “Especially when he’s looking for a wife.”

“How exactly do you and Scout know each other?” Jake asked, causing another wave of whispers to break out amongst the spectating crowd. You frowned as Henry guffawed, throwing his head back.

“You call her Scout?” He grinned, causing Jake to frown in confusion.

“Doesn’t everyone?” He asked, glancing down at you uncertainly. You glared at Henry as he continued.

“No, my friend, they do not. Only close friends and family call her that, and you don’t seem to me to be either,” he smirked.

“Which category do you fall under?” Jake asked with a raise of his eyebrow. Henry’s smirk became almost triumphant as he puffed his chest out.

“Neither,” he stated proudly. “Scout and I are practically engaged.”

Jake whipped around to look at you as the murmuring grew around the room. You slammed your glass down onto the table before fixing Henry with a venomous look. “No, we are not.”

“We were courting until you left all those months ago,” Henry reminded you, but you weren’t having it.

“And I’ll remind you that nothing came of it,” you spat. “You never proposed, and I left to move west. What’s done is done.”

“I’m surprised you feel that way after everything,” he frowned. “What would your father say?”

You stilled at that, and the room fell silent. You felt the prickle of tears behind your eyes and you blinked furiously to try and hold them back. You let out a shaky breath before turning to Jake who was already looking at you with troubled eyes. When he saw the tears on your lash line, he looked up. If looks could kill, Henry would have been six feet under in seconds.

“I know we just got here,” you said quietly, holding the tears back by sheer force of will, “but I’m suddenly not feeling well. Would you escort me home?”

Jake turned back to look at you with a soft expression, glancing over by where Lucy stood. You saw her nod slightly, and he looked back at you.

“Of course, pretty girl,” he murmured. “Anything for you.”

The two of you departed from the house, and the carriage ride home was filled with a much different kind of silence.

“Scout,” Jake murmured, reaching out to you, but you shook your head.

“Don’t,” you sobbed, finally letting the tears flow. Jake hesitated. “Please, just don’t. Not right now.”

The two of you said nothing more until you walked into the house. You handed your coat to one of the maids who looked after you worriedly as you made your way towards the stairs.

“Goodnight, honey girl.”

You stopped halfway up the staircase, your heart clenching tighter in your chest. You thought back on Henry’s words and their meaning. You turned to fix Jake with a forlorn expression, and you saw him gasp at the sight. You stared at each other for a few moments before you offered him a timid, watery smile.

“Goodnight, Jake.”

You crouched in the snow, inspecting the indented trunk of a tree. It had been a week since the night of the party, and you had thrown yourself into charity events and social gatherings, effectively leaving Jake to spend time with Uncle Walter and Cousin John. The two had made plans with some of the other men in their social group to go out hunting, and you had been invited along with some of the other wives and sisters.

“What’s it look like, Scout?” John called over to you. You straightened up, turning around to face the hunting party.

“Looks like beavers,” you replied, turning to peer into the trees. “We should set up some traps along the river. I saw some fresh deer droppings not too far back as well. They probably haven’t gone far.”

“It’s a shame that child wasn’t born a man,” you heard one wife murmur to another. You frowned. You knew your skills were practically wasted on you, you certainly heard it often enough. Your father had never made you feel inadequate though, rather he encouraged your gift for tracking and hunting. He took you out as often as he could, showing you how to set different traps and the best way for stalking prey unnoticed. You had always enjoyed doing it because it was time spent with the man you loved most. The one who made you feel safe and encouraged you to pursue your interests and wants.

“Impressive as always, Scout,” Henry called from off to the side. You ignored him, making your way quietly into the woods. You stepped quickly but carefully as you moved deeper into the trees, listening for any sound amongst the stillness. You heard a twig crack behind you, and you turned to see a whitetail deer picking at the patch of frozen grass to your right. You slowly brought your rifle up to the crook of your shoulder, taking aim at the deer. Another twig snapped to your left, startling the deer who took off. You whirled around to see Jake looking at you sheepishly, hands raised as you glared at him.

“Dammit, Jake!” You cursed. “That was a perfect shot!”

“Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. The tip of his nose was beet red and his cheeks were close to matching. You imagined he must be miserable out there in the snow. You huffed as you looked after where the deer had run off. If you hurried, you could probably catch back up with it.

“Scout.”

You turned back to look at him, seeing him frown at you with a worried expression. You raised an eyebrow at him, signaling for him to continue.

“I wanted to talk to you about the other night,” he began, but you shook your head.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Scout,” he started again, and you let out a frustrated groan, feeling your control begin to snap.

“What do you want to hear Jake?” You snapped. “Do you want to hear how Henry and I have known each other our entire lives? How our fathers were best friends as kids?”

His eyes widened as you began to stalk towards him in your rage.

“Do you want to hear how I allowed my mother to mold me into a proper young lady despite how much I hated it? Or how I allowed myself to be pushed towards Henry by my father because the thought of disappointing him destroys me? Nothing would have made him happier than to see his daughter and his best friend’s son get married one day. He would have been so disappointed to know that I left and gave up the life he wanted for me. Not to mention my mother! She wanted me to be happy-”

He cut you off. “What makes you happy?”

“What?” You blink up at him, just then noticing the tears that were falling down your face.

“What makes you happy, Scout?” He asked you again quietly, studying you. You stared up at him, taking in the different hues of green that made up his eyes, the quiet sincerity they held.

“I don’t…” You trailed off with a frown. Jake took a deep breath.

“I’ll tell you what makes me happy,” he murmured, moving closer to you so that the puffs of your breaths intermingled. “It makes me happy when I beat Bradley and Javy at darts. It makes me happy when I feel the wind in my hair as I ride Whiskey. It makes me happy knowing that you moved to town all those months ago. It makes me happy when you chew my ass out the way I deserve instead of swoonin’ over me like all the other girls do.”

You sobbed out a laugh, and he smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours. He reached up to cradle your jaw in his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

“It makes me happy,” he continued, “when you say I look handsome. It makes me happy when you laugh at something I say. It makes me happy when that nose of yours wrinkles when you scowl at me. It makes me happy when you let me hold you like this. It makes me happy when you let me feel and see all of you.”

You blushed at that, and he closed his eyes with a hum, gently swaying the two of you from side to side.

“You make me happy, Scout,” he sighed. “You make me happier than I’ve been in a long, long time. I want to spend the rest of my life finding out all the things there are to know about you, and even then I’ll still want more of you.”

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of desperation and stoicism.

“That’s what makes me happy,” he whispered, pulling away from you. He moved past you, walking to join back up with the hunting party. You stared after him, feeling now more than ever, torn between duty and happiness.

The hunting party returned to your aunt and uncle’s house a few hours later. John shot the deer in the end. You had been lost in your thoughts the remainder of the day, and if anyone noticed your sudden change in mood, they didn’t mention it. You started making your way up the staircase to change into your evening gown when a hand caught your wrist. You turned, frown deepening when you saw Henry.

“Scout,” he smiled up at you from a few steps down, “might I request your company in the library for a moment?”

Your eyes flickered to the other guests who were gathering their things to leave. You nodded at him slowly before turning fully to follow him to the library. You looked over once more as you hit the base of the stairs to see Aunt Josephine watching the two of you with a slight frown. Henry led you to the fireplace at the far end of the spacious room before turning to you and taking your hand in his.

“Scout,” he began, “I know things haven’t always been the best between us, but like you said, what’s done is done. And you’re right, I didn’t propose to you back then, but I’ve had your father’s blessing from the start, and when I found out you were coming back to town, I asked your uncle for his, and he gave it. So, Scout…”

He dropped down to one knee, and your eyes grew wide, a sinking feeling twisting in your stomach as he pulled out a large, diamond ring. “Henry-”

“Scout, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

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The winner of the tournament of favorite female rpg romances is...

Karlach!

Truly the darling of Baldur's Gate 3! The tiefling who inspired a THOUSAND OF PEOPLE CRYING FOR A DIFFERENT ENDING (funny story, one time someone tried to get me in a dodgy plan to blackmail Larian so Karlach could have a happy ending... the dedication...)

I do not have a playthrough with the romance recorded, so let me share my favorite scene from act 3 (I am not crying!).

Karlach is a companion and romance option (for any gender and any playable character) in Baldur's Gate 3. She is also a playable character (I did play as her! and in my opinion she has the most original content among playable characters).

She won with 622 votes against Lae'zel, another character from Baldur's Gate 3. Congrats to Lae'zel for coming in second!

This gives Karlach the title of tumblr rpg best blorbo and babygirl!

More on her character and win under cut:

Karlach jumped into the tournament with 192 votes in round zero (the most voted of her poll) which allowed her to jump in round 1, where she beat up other BG3's character Shadowheart with 631 votes (almost three times the votes of poor Shadowheart). In the second round, Karlach won against another BG3 character (poor Minthara) with 551 votes (double Minthara's).

Finally in round three she won against queen of rpg romances Morrigan from Dragon Age Origins, with about 238 votes. And she kicked out Josephine from DA:I with 327 votes before beating Lae'zel in the finals!

I have to note that in every single round Karlach always won by DOUBLE the votes or more than double! No character really ever got close to her (HOW IRONIC!)

Karlach's romance revolves around her experiencing life and freedom for the first time in a decade of servitude and war in the hells. Even with all she suffered, Karlach is an incredibly optimistic and kind character. She cannot touch others because of her infernal engine and she craves for connection and friendship.

Not just romantic, one of my favorite scenes is that at the end she will say to the player "I adore you" and express her love for them indipendently from the romance status.

Also because of her untouchability, her romance is one of the most unique in the game. And if you play as her, you will experience unique romances with the other characters (I played as her and romanced Astarion! definitely interesting!).

AND NOW SHE HAS A HAPPY ENDING! so you can celebrate and live happily!! (unless you play spawn astarion, don't do that... sorry...)

#karlach #baldur's gate 3 #tournament of rpg female romances

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Hey! I really really love your blog! If I may request, during downtime, how would the members of the inner circle react to find the Inquisitor drawing/sketching them?

“Companions react to Inquisitor drawing/sketching them”

After our *cough* little thing with Bull, let’s have some fluff, shall we? Thank you anon for the ask!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

“You did this? It’s certainly…it’s…how did you even…it’s amazing.”

-So surprised, no words. It makes him feel a little special that you’d choose to sketch him but also very embarrassed. In return, he tries drawing you. Might not be as good and there are a few rough sketches that were thrown in the fire, but he wanted to return the favor.

Josephine

“Oh! Look at the detail and the softness! I wouldn’t have even thought it was me from how stunning it is!”

-Absolutely gushing over it. Josey’s always had a fascination for the arts and to be the subject of the piece from someone close to her? Adores it, even asks to keep it. She has it tucked away in one of her favorite books. Will always compliment your art even when talking to dignitaries.

Leliana

“I commend you on your artistic talent. Though, I’d ask you not to sketch me. Perhaps one of the ravens would make better practice?”

-Like Josephine, Leliana has an eye for art. She loves looking at the little details in your sketches and finds it a surprise that her face is amongst the papers. As much as she appreciates it, she’d rather her face remain a secret. She is your spy master, after all. Though, if she becomes Divine, she keeps the sketch as one of her favorite pieces of her.

Vivienne

“Darling, as much as I’d like to say you're wasting your talents by leading the Inquisition instead of honing your skills, you are equally talented in both. Most usually fail to make me look this stunning.”

-It might not show on her face or in her words but she loves it. Several times people have been commissioned to paint her yet none come even close to your level of detail. More points if it’s of her smiling or laughing, the lines on her face as well as the wrinkle around her eyes gives her a sense of…normalcy. If she becomes Divine, she commissions you to do her portrait, no one else.

Varric

“You drew me? I think that’s gotta be one of the scariest pieces of your art I’ve ever seen! When you're done, can I keep it?”

-Though it doesn’t sound like it, he brags about it constantly. Even when he’s making fun of his slightly crooked nose or how his eyes might seem smaller than other dwarves, he’s complimenting the skill you put into the very minute details of his face. Varric will try to pay you for it even if you refuse, later trying to commission a drawing of Hawke when they come around.

Cole

“Oh, it’s me! Not really, but it’s Cole. But you’re trying to draw me…I can still remember his face, then.”

-He’ll stare at it for hours, his shoulders down. It’s been sometime since he’d been able to see his own face, forgetting that he even had a face. To see you draw that face, the real Cole, just from looking at him makes him happy. Will ask to look at it every now and then, just to make sure it’s still the same.

Solas

“I must say, you are quite talented and steady with your hands. It does allow others to see how the artist sees. You certainly make me seem…at peace.”

-From one artist to another, he gives you high compliments with very few complaints. It is unusual to see him drawn in such a way since he’s so used to seeing only the mosaics. He meant to get rid of it when he left the Inquisition, but just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Cassandra

“Inquisitor, though your craft is very beautiful and I admire how you can make these pieces, I must ask you not to sketch me.”

-Don’t get her wrong, she loves seeing your sketches but it’s mostly out of formality (and somewhat embarrassment) that she asks not to be your subject. If she becomes Divine, it’s one of the only pieces she prefers over the paintings. Though she does ask you, if you have the time, to draw something for her. When you give her a perfect picture of her brother and her, it’s one of the few times she truly hugs you.

The Iron Bull

“Holy shit. I’m alright when it comes to sketching, but you make it look pretty damn easy while so complicated! You even got my scars and the detail on my patch! Damn, boss!”

-Bull is used to doing quick sketches, usually of small details to make sure he could track someone or to remember something easier. Never had he really seen himself drawn so picture perfect that it completely baffles him. He looks at all the details with a smile on his face.

Dorian

“I can’t believe you managed to get my good side! In all honesty, though, this is remarkable. And not just because it’s me.”

-He had studied some art pieces before and never really found any he liked, but he has now found one of his favorite artists. Constantly asks if you’ve done any new pieces just so he can look at the heart that goes into them. Ask if you could teach him to sketch as such so that he can add better drawings to his research notes.

Sera

“What the fuck! That’s me! How the fuck! How did you do this! You even got my eyes to be lined up! How the hell did you do that?!”

-We all know Sera’s drawing style. She keeps saying the same things over and over again because she’s at a loss for words. Except for cuss words. Along with the rooftop hangouts, she insists that you two just draw together sometimes. Some of the goofiest drawings come from these times, especially one of a cartoonish Coryshit falling from a very detailed tower.

A little speech bubble near it says “Oh shit, I shat myself!”

Blackwall

“I…I’m honored to be one of your subjects. Not to blow my own horn, but this looks stunning. You really are something special, hm?”

-Blackwall has done a lot of sketching himself and finds your art a breath of fresh air. Other than looking at bits and pieces of his reflection, he usually tries to avoid seeing himself. So when he sees your drawing of him, he almost doesn’t recognize himself. You both trade sketches of each other just for fun and even sketch together.

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You called

Prompt: “You came.” - “You called.” Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader Fandom: Kingsman Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood and injuries, honeypot mission Word count: 1511

‘Galahad.’ It was barely a whisper which came out of your mouth. The predicament you were in wasn’t as you had planned. The mission in and of itself was relatively simple: go to an event, talk to some high ranking people and criminals in order to gather information, and leave. Yet, here you were sitting on the floor in an alley, bleeding from a gunshot wound.

It had been going quite well. Your target, Vincent Giante, had been at the event early and you had approached carefully but confidently. Merlin had informed you that he was, in fact, a ladies-man, and that it could be of use to, as he said, “throw your womanly charms at him”. You ended up following that advice after the target had shown interest in you, most likely due to the rather revealing emerald-green dress you were wearing. ‘My, my, a lovely young lady at an event such as this one, alone and seemingly without a date.’ Vincent had said to you as he approached. It sounded vulgar as he said it, as if she were a piece of meat, an object which he was intent on owning. That would never happen in a million years if you had any say in it. You did, however, have to play into it. ‘Why thank you, I’m flattered.’ You say as he grabs your hand and leans down to kiss it, his touch lingering a tad too long for your liking. ‘So what’s your name darling?’ ‘Josephine.’ Was what you answered as you heard Merlin in your ear. Target on lock. Vincent made small-talk with you for a bit before the two of you were approached by a man. ‘Sorry, boss, that I have to interrupt your conversation with this lovely lady.’ He leans in and whispers something to his boss which you’re unable to hear. That’s Vincent’s right-hand man, Giovanni. Be careful around him, he can be quite the fighter. Merlin informs you before the pair can shift their focus back to you. ‘Sorry love, I have to go meet with some people.’ He sounded genuinely disappointed. He leans in to kiss your cheek and whispers in your ear. ‘If you’re feeling up for it, meet me outside in an hour.’

Time passed slowly as you waited to meet up with Vincent. You were in fact, not feeling up to it, but it was too good of a chance to pass up. During that time, you mingled with some more of the guests, but were unable to gather any information that was particularly of note. Merlin, on the other hand, was able to gather the information that Vincent supposedly had a harddrive with him which contained some secret documents which the Kingsman could use to folly his organisation’s plans. As the agreed upon time approaches, Merlin fills you in about the surroundings and what to look out for. Supposedly, Giante would have the drive somewhere on this person, so the goal had shifted from gaining information to getting the harddrive without being caught.

Outside, it was quiet, the hustle and bustle of the event left behind. Vincent stood near a statue in the gardens, seemingly alone, yet you knew better. It was likely that multiple of his men would be surrounding the two of you, looking out for his well-being. ‘Josephine, I’m glad you came.’ He smiles and puts his hand on your shoulder. ‘Let us walk for a bit, I’ve been inside all day.’ You take the arm which was offered to you and join him. After ten minutes you reach a part of the gardens which seemed completely isolated. Slowly, he tries getting closer, putting his hand on your lower back as he whispers things in your ear. You endure them, finding them disgusting but pretending to love the attention. Slowly, he starts kissing your neck and eventually mouth. If it weren’t for your training and experience, you probably would’ve gagged as his hands slowly started lowering further. Finding your focus again, you shifted it to trying to find the harddrive on him, roaming your hands over his body. Eventually, you feel it in one of his pockets, and slowly but surely, you try to get it out. As he starts getting more passionate you manage to grab hold of it. Slowly, you slip it into one of your hidden pockets. After a few more minutes you pull back and look him in the eye, smiling kindly. ‘We should take this elsewhere.’ Taking his hand, you lead him back to where the event was taking place. He seemed quite content for the time being, but you weren’t too convinced. Well done agent Kay, get out of there.

Vincent leads you back inside to a relatively quiet corner, stopping a moment to talk to one of his men. As you look around, you suddenly hear a click just behind you. ‘Now love, I had so much fun, but I’d prefer it if you handed back that harddrive.’ Vincent sticks out his hand while the man behind you slowly pushes the gun against the back of your head. ‘We can talk about this Vincent.’ You slowly walk up to him. Agent Kay what are you doing? Get out. Merlin almost screams in your ear as you try to remain as possible. You slowly put your hands up, ‘I was enjoying myself quite a bit, but I suppose that is now over?’ your voice is almost sickly sweet. The hand he was holding out slowly wraps around your chin, tilting it up. ‘It’d be a pity to lose this pretty face.’ You were stalling quite a bit, that was clear.

Kay, Galahad is on his way. Just get out of this venue.

Galahad, that was your sign. Your colleague was on the way and you only had to get out of the building. Leaning into his touch, he clearly gets distracted once again, just enough to pull out a small knife and throw it backwards into the man that was pointing a gun at you. Turning, you grab hold of the lead and break the man’s fingers, then shooting him with his own gun, followed by shooting Vincent in the head. ‘A shame really.’ You scoff before turning and running into the crowd, 8 men following you, their guns loaded. Every step felt hot, so very hot, and they were right on your heels. ‘Fuck’, a soft whisper escaping you as they start firing their guns.

Kay, I need you to confirm that you are on the way out. ‘Confirm Merlin, I just have to lose some people.’ Heels continue to click where-ever you go. After turning a corner in one of the many hallways, several more of the men following you go down as you disarm and shoot them. That is until you didn’t have any ammo left. Of course this would happen to you, as if your day wasn’t going terribly already. ‘At least I still have these ones.’ You throw a few knives, hitting several throats. Their blood covers your face. Around you several bodies lay and you are finally able to breathe, even if it’s just for a moment. ‘Galahad, do you copy?’ You say quietly as you continue walking through the maze of hallways. Several footsteps can be heard from several of the hallways around you, so you start running once again.

‘Merlin, where is Galahad?’

You don’t get a response.

Managing to finally get outside, heading into a dimly lit alleyway, you see over a dozen people following you. Pulling out your own gun, you shoot as many of them as possible while continuing to move. They shoot back, one hitting you in the leg.

‘Fuck.’

They seem to keep on coming, and slowly, they surround you. ‘Galahad do you copy?’ Bodies keep on falling, but time seems to be running out when another bullet hits you, this time in your left shoulder. Frustrated, you throw some more knives and grab one of your daggers. One by one they go down, and with every body that hits the ground, your green dress becomes more red and your limbs are covered in blood. As the last of your energy slowly leaves your body and you start feeling faint.

‘Galahad.’

It was barely a whisper which left your mouth. Before you are able to say anything else, you feel a gun being put against your temple. ‘Calm down lady, drop the knife.’ There was only one man left standing and he had the obvious advantage. You sigh, letting the weapon fall to the ground.

You had to find a way out of this situation, you always did, but your body seems to be done. A gunshot interrupts your train of thought, the gun which was held against your head, falling away. Turning, you see Galahad standing there.

‘You came.’

Your voice sounds exhausted as you stand there; shoulders slumped and body aching. Your colleague approaches and hugs your body tightly.

‘You called.’

He whispers in your ear before kissing the side of your head.

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dbguidebook · 11 months

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Happy Birthday Josephine. #societythings

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ginabaker1666 · 15 days

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All Of Me

From the Love Letters Series

Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal x Josephine Harris (OFC)

Jo struggles with her response to Rosie's first letter but later finds help in an unlikely friend with shared common ground. It's his second letter back-to-back, however, that stacks her worry like wobbly apple crates, ready to tumble at a moment's notice.

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October 1943

My Dearest Robbie,

Today is Halloween, so it would be remiss of me not to wish you a Happy one. I know you won’t be celebrating; not that we are either, but it’s still heartwarming to see some of the littles in the neighborhood running up and down the streets looking for sweets. I’m saving a Hershey bar for when you’re back, so that we can share it like we always do. The leaves have all turned by now, and Prospect Park is a beautiful shade of golden hues. I’ve taken to walking with your sister, as it fills a small void in my days. She’s excellent company, and somehow always has some local gossip at the ready for when I need cheering up. I couldn’t help myself and told her the story of your bicycling disaster. Please don’t be too mad at me. I hope that by now, you’ve learned to ride a bike properly, and that poor Pappy hasn’t had to fish you out of any more ditches. Please thank him for me, because I don’t know what I would have done if he had not been there to rescue you.

If I know you at all, I know that you’ve been hemming and hawing over the weather over there, but the longer it rains in England, the better I feel knowing you’re on solid ground. I’m glad to know you’re able to find some respite in the Officers Club, even if it’s just some jazz records and mediocre scotch. Good company can make all the difference and it warms my heart to know you have that in your crew and fellow officers. I’m putting my bet in now on Nash and the Red Cross girl. Having someone is important, so if he finds that in her, I’m glad for them both. Tell Pappy not to be so pessimistic though, I’m sure Nash will make her very happy.

Speaking of having someone waiting, I paid a visit to Harry Crosby’s wife, Jean. I thought she could use a friend, so we spent an afternoon in the city, having lunch and doing some shopping. It’s lonely enough moving to a new city, but with her husband overseas, I can’t imagine how she feels. I know how I feel waiting for you, and so she must feel it tenfold. With the holidays approaching, I’ve invited her to spend Thanksgiving with us. I couldn’t bear the idea of her spending it alone. She’s a darling woman, and I agree, we will have to double with her and Harry once you’re both home.

Sweetheart, how you could ever think that I will not worry about you while you’re over there, is a mystery. I will worry, and miss you, every single day until you’re back home. I will be holding you to that date, Robbie, and am counting the days until we’re on the dance floor, together. Until then…

Forever yours,

Reaching for the bottle of perfume on the dresser, Jo quickly spritzed a generous helping of the floral scent on the paper in her hand, to ensure it lasted the long journey, before folding it up and sliding it into its designated envelope. Carefully, and with a delicate hand, she addressed the letter to Thorpe Abbotts Airbase. She had received Rosie’s first letter earlier in the week, and had spent that time drafting multiple responses; all of which had ended up in the waste paper basket in the corner of her bedroom. She had spent three nights mulling it over, before deciding that she should clear her head, and write as if he was sitting next to her. Well, it was not so much her deciding as it was advice from Jean Crosby. If anyone had experience in writing these types of letters, it was Jean. And so, Jo had written as if Rosie was sitting next to her; as if he was leaning across the table and telling her the details of his latest adventure with enthusiasm, and she had written back with equal vigor.

Picking up the letter, and her purse, she made her way from the bedroom, downstairs to where her mother was having coffee with Mrs. Rosenthal. Entering the kitchen, both women ceased their discussion to greet her, her mother holding out an envelope for her.

“Josephine, this came in the mail for you.”

Jo gently plucked the envelope from her mothers hand, smiling when she saw the handwriting on the front was none other than Rosie’s. Carefully, she slipped it into her purse to read once she was alone.

“Another letter so quickly?” Her mother’s grin widened. “He must miss you terribly.”

“He doesn’t write to me that frequently,” Mrs. Rosenthal joked, sending a subtle wink in Jo’s direction. “But then again, he’s not in love with me.”

“Somehow, I think he’ll always love you most, Mrs. Rosenthal, and I’m quite alright with that.” Jo smiled.

“Where are you off to?” Her mother asked, noticing that she had her purse in hand.

“Off to post this to Robbie, and then to meet Jean Crosby for lunch.”

“Oh, well then, travel safely, and let her know she’s welcome to come here for dinner tonight if she wants.”

“I’ll let her know, mom,” Jo smiled, moving to bid her mother goodbye with a quick peck to the cheek, before doing the same with Mrs. Rosenthal. “Now, you two can go back to your gossip.”

“It’s not gossip, Josephine, if we’re talking about our children.” The older woman’s voice held a lilt to it as Jo exited the kitchen.

“Then stop planning our wedding!” Jo called back with a laugh as she exited their home and made her way out into the Brooklyn sunshine.

The fall air was chilly, but not unbearably so as she walked down the block to the Post Office, letter in hand and a prayer in her mind that it would reach Rosie safely. She knew that the post could be unreliable, and take time to reach those stationed overseas, but she hoped against all odds that maybe her letter would get to its intended recipient a little faster than all the rest. It was silly of her to think so, after all, she wasn’t the only woman in New York who was missing her sweetheart, but this was new to her. To both of them. Beginning a romance with thousands of miles between them. Some days Jo regretted not saying anything sooner, wondering if they would have had time before he shipped out. But, then she thinks to herself that they did have time; years together growing up, and learning the ways of each other inside and out, and for that she would always be thankful.

A short cab ride later, and Jo was knocking on Jean Crosby’s front door. When the door swung open, Jean on the other side, the two women greeted each other as if they were old friends. A kinship that was shared in the dark times of war, but somehow found a ray of light to brighten their days.

“Jo! I was starting to think you got lost!” Her friend teased.

“No,” Jo grinned, red lips stretched into a smile. “I had to stop by the post and drop off Robbie’s letter.”

“Finally finished it, then?”

“I did. And just in time to reply to the one I got this morning.”

“Back to back?” Jean looked at her, eyebrow raised in what Jo could only describe as concern.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jean sighed, stopping mid way of pulling her white gloves on, to face Jo with a serious expression.

“Well…”

“You don’t think…”

“The only time I get back to back letters from Bing, is when something bad is happening over there.”

“Jean…”

“If it came from him, he’s fine, honey.” she reached out, hand coming down over Jo’s in reassurance.

“It’s in my purse,” Jo confessed. “I haven’t read it yet.”

“Do you want to go sit and read it before we leave?”

“I suppose I’d feel better if I knew for sure he was alright.”

Nodding, Jean pulled off her gloves, and dropped her purse back on the credenza by the door, before guiding Jo further into the house.

Once settled in the living room, Jean began to step away, to allow Jo the privacy that a letter from your man overseas deserved, when Jo’s hand shot out to stop her.

“Could you…?”

“Of course.” Jean smiled softly, settling into the sofa next to her, but with enough space not to read over her shoulder.

Jo carefully opened the envelope, fingers trembling as she slid the paper from its confines. Unfolding it, her eyes scanned over the paper quickly, before releasing a shuddering breath of relief.

“He’s alright,” her hand flew to her chest as the words escaped her. “He’s somewhere called the Flak House?”

“Never heard of that,” Jean looked confused. “What is it?”

My Dearest Jo,

Sweetheart, I can’t promise this letter will be as happy as my last one. What I can promise is that I’m alright, and spending the next week in the English countryside at a place called the Flak House. It’s a place used to help soldiers rest after rough missions. Jo, it’s been three rough ones, back to back, with what felt like no end in sight. I will spare you the details, because you shouldn’t have to read about all of the blood, and horrors, but I do sadly need to tell you that we lost Herbert Nash on the first mission. It happened so quickly, it didn’t register until I had my feet on the ground again. I broke the news to Helen, his Red Cross girl, and I pray that what I saw on her face, is something no one will ever have to see on yours.

One day, maybe, I will give you the details of our third mission, but for now, I know I should be counting my blessings. And enjoying this time, because sweetheart, this estate truly is something, but the kind of something I would want to be enjoying with you. Together, in the warm sun, reading our favorite books, or rowing on the lake. The boys are enjoying their week of R&R, but I can’t find it in me to relax. Though, I suppose you knew that already. Nobody knows me better than you, Jo, and it’s a time like this that I wish I had you near.

I couldn’t sleep, which is the reason for this letter, and I think a part of it is that I needed to make sure you knew I was alright. The other part of me, in some way, needed to get this all off my chest. I’m sorry for burdening you with these ugly truths. I’ll try not to do it often, and I hope that it doesn’t become a habit with every mission, that I’m left rattled to my core with fear. I can hear you telling me to take care of myself, and honey, I promise I’m trying. By the time this makes it to you back home, I will be long gone from my stay here, and back on base. I’m sorry for the short letter, darling. I promise the next one will be longer, and happier. Until then…

All of my love, always

Robbie

Jo finished reading, her stomach dropping as she turned to Jean, to confirm that the other woman had in fact, been right.

“Jo, what is it?”

“He couldn’t say much, spared most of the details, but he said it was rough up there.”

“Is he alright?”

“Robbie’s fine,” Jo confirmed. “But, Herbert Nash, is dead.”

“Oh that poor Red Cross girl!” She gasped, hand coming to cover her mouth in shock. “Didn’t they just meet?”

“They did,” Jo nodded. “I told Robbie I was rooting for the pair in the letter I just posted.”

“How could you have known?”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel sore over it.”

“I know you do,” Jean sympathized. The woman had enough sense to stand, and pull Jo up with her, knowing if she didn’t get them out of the house, her friend would likely spiral with worry. “Now come on, put that letter back in your purse, and let’s get out of the house for a bit.”

With a sigh, Jo nodded, and carefully put the letter back in the safety of her purse, before turning and following Jean towards the front door. For now, she could breathe easy, knowing that Rosie was safe. She knew that his mind was likely full of dark clouds, replaying events of the damage over and over, causing him grief and sadness; it brought with it a melancholy feeling that she wasn’t with him, and couldn’t be there for him to lean on. She knew he had his crew, and now, Harry Crosby, and she prayed that he had the sense to use that to his advantage.

Jo was grateful that she had Jean. Their afternoon out kept her mind off of the letter that was burning a hole in her purse, and the man who was an ocean away, suffering the loss of a friend. They had stopped by the Automat for lunch, before taking the train uptown for some window shopping, and at Jo’s insistence, a new hat for Jean. By the time she had gotten back home, her mother was already cleaning up dinner. Her father was in the living room, the radio on while he listened to the nightly news.

“Josephine, you missed dinner.” Her mother lamented at the sound of the front door closing behind her.

“I’m sorry, mom,” Jo sighed, entering the kitchen and sliding into one of the empty chairs. “We got a late start on our lunch.”

Turning from her spot at the sink, Mrs. Harris surveyed her daughter, before promptly shutting the water and moving to sit across from her.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Jean and I just had a busy day is all.”

“Josephine, don’t lie to me.” She spoke with the authority of a mother who meant business, and Jo couldn’t help the few tears that escaped from behind her eyes.

“Robbie’s letter,” she swiftly wiped away the first stray tear. “Oh mom, he lost one of his closest friends!”

Mrs. Harris let out a shuddering breath at Jo’s admission. The fear she had felt at the sight of her daughter's tears made her think the absolute worst for the young man who had become part of their family, and stolen her daughter’s heart.

“Who was it?” Mrs. Harris asked.

“Herbert Nash. He trained with Robbie in Texas, and he was killed on their first mission.”

“May his soul rest in peace.” Mrs. Harris made the sign of the cross.

“Robbie said it was so bad, three flights, back to back. He didn’t say much else, just that it was too much blood and horror to share.”

“Jesus, that poor boy.”

Jo fished the letter from her purse, sliding it across the table to her mother, giving a small nod for her to read it.

“Are you sure you want me to?”

“Just the once.” Jo smiled slightly.

“Well, alright then.”

Mrs. Harris pulled the paper from the envelope, and then the only sound in the room was the breathing of mother and daughter, and the muffled sound of the radio coming from the living room. The pair sat together until Jo’s mother folded the paper back up, and handed it back to her. The silence was growing thicker the longer they sat there, neither sure of what to say. When Jo’s father joined them in the kitchen, the two women seemed to snap out of their daze.

“What’s going on in here then?”

“She’s got another letter from Robert.”

“Didn’t you just get one? Is he alright?”

Jo nor her mother missed the recognition in Mr. Harris’ eyes. Having served in The Great War, he knew what could be in any one of the letters his daughter received, and he hoped for her sake, that none of them would make her cry the way she was now.

“He’s fine. Lost a man during his first mission, and was sent to an estate for rest.” Her mother filled him in for her.

“Jesus, already? Didn’t the boy just get over there?” Her father looked shocked.

“He said it was really bad, dad.” Jo spoke up, finding her voice again.

“Well, the best thing you can do is be there for him, even though you’re far away right now.” Her mother let her hand fall to cover hers, eyes filled with the understanding of a woman whose husband had been away once before.

“Your mother was what kept me going during the war,” Her father agreed. “I can promise you, Robert will take your words with him up there when he’s flying.”

“Go now,” her mother ushered her out of the kitchen. “Clean yourself up and write him back. You’ll sleep better tonight knowing you got your feelings out.”

She felt heavy as she stood from her chair, her legs like lead as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom, numbness encompassing her until she had the door shut securely behind her. The words blood and horror swirling around in her mind over and over, like the edges of a cyclone that showed no signs of slowing down. Is that what this was? A storm that would continue to speed up, with nothing to stop it, until the last bomb was dropped, the last round fired? She wasn’t sure, but she turned the ideas over and over, words sticking together in her head as she changed for bed, removed her makeup, until finally, she pulled out the chair at her desk to begin her reply to Rosie.

My Dearest Robbie,

Sweetheart, I don’t think there are enough words for me to express just how sorry I am for you after opening your last letter. To lose Nash so quickly, and in such a way. I hope that it didn’t pain you too deeply to break that news to his Red Cross sweetheart, and that she is able to find some happiness again soon. Do not apologize for the length of your last letter. Every letter from you is something I treasure, whether it’s three words, or three pages. I will always reply, so long as you’ll have me.

I’d like to hear more about the Estate you spent the week at, if you’re willing to talk about it. It does sound like the kind of place I would love to spend time with you, though, anywhere you are, is somewhere I want to be. Maybe we can escape somewhere lush and green once you return, and spend our days under the sun, with nothing but time on our hands. Until then, yes, you were right, I do wish you’d take care of yourself. I know you will, but that sometimes it takes a bit of pushing. Don’t try and shoulder the burden all alone, Robbie. You have people who will shoulder it with you; Pappy isn’t just your co-pilot in the sky. Try and remember that.

I’d like to try and make you smile, if only for a moment. I found our mothers gossiping at the kitchen table this afternoon as I headed out. They claim it’s not gossip if they’re talking about their children; I suspect they’re plotting as usual. Speaking of your mother, try and squeeze in an extra letter for her, if you can. She misses you, though she claims to be alright with you writing to me more than her, I know she’d appreciate an extra piece of mail and to know you’re doing well. Don’t give her too much grief for the gossip, you know she can’t help it.

I’m counting the days until you’re here again, Robbie, and we can carry on as we were meant to; together. Until that time comes, I’m sending you all of my love.

All of me, always

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Sharing is Caring Chapter 3

Summary: "Our plan is good, and I believe it will work, but if it doesn’t, remember that you’re our family Ominis, and we’ll fight for you.” Sebastian and MC help Ominis get out of an arranged marriage after he pulls away from them.

Warnings: 18+, lots of angst, lots of sex, maybe a tiny bit of fluff, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, cunnilingus, blow jobs, Ominis feeling unworthy because of his shitty family, idk what else guys, it's late and I'm tired, oh I'm pretty sure my tenses are all over the place

Pairings: Sebastian x f!MC, Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis

Word count: 13k (oops)

A/N: Important info first! Sebastian starts calling Ominis Darling, Ominis starts calling Sebastian Dearest. Huge thanks to @actual-queen-josephine for helping me pick those pet names! Good lord this got really long. I hope you guys think it was worth the wait! Thanks to my Fanfic Friends Discord babes for helping me through this nightmare. Love you!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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It had been three months, three glorious months full of steamy nights with Sebastian and Ominis. Your relationship with Sebastian had only grown stronger in those months, something he liked to point out he predicted all along. Of course the rules Sebastian had gently lain out after your first night together as a trio had helped. When Sebastian had first brought up the idea of rules if this was to be more than a one time thing, you had thought he was being silly, his jealousy showing before anything had even happened, but now you were glad for them.

First on his list, and most important if this arrangement wasn’t going to implode their friendship: You were his. He would gladly share you with his best friend, hell, Ominis could even flirt with you and hold your hand in front of him and the entire castle, but nothing sexual happened without Sebastian being there.

Second on his list: There would be nights when Ominis wasn’t welcome. Nights he needed to have you all to himself. “For the sake of our relationship” he had said the night you discussed his rules, looking you in the eyes, all his love for you written on his face.

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You lay on the bed that was now a permanent feature in the Undercroft, watching Ominis get dressed, Sebastians head on your stomach, making no move to put your own clothes on. This was the one rule you had kept from Ominis, not that he couldn’t guess what was happening in the hour or two between his own return to the Slytherin common room and Sebastians. Ominis was more than welcome to have his fun with you, both you and Sebastian loved having him there, but at the end of the night you were Sebastian's girlfriend, and he would spend the time making sure you remembered that.

You gently ran your fingertips over his scalp wondering what he had in store for tonight. Some nights it was rough, possessive sex, Sebastian making sure his was the last name you screamed in pleasure that night. Others it was soft, gentle love making, a rare treat, Sebastian keeping your body as close to his as possible, telling you how much he loved you and how beautiful you were to him, inside and out.

Now dressed, Ominis came to the edge of the bed to kiss you goodnight, also pressing a soft kiss to Sebastian's forehead, having long since grown tired of him jokingly asking where his goodnight kiss was.

“Goodnight, MC, I really enjoyed tonight. Sebastian, I expect you to return to the dorm before daybreak.”

Sebastian sighed “It happened one time, Ominis, will you ever let me live it down?”

“Not a chance.” Ominis chuckled as he stepped through the gate that would lead him out of the Undercroft.

You lay in the silence for a few minutes, the sounds of you and Sebastian breathing echoing off the stone walls, before Sebastian let out a deep breath and sat up.

“Close your eyes, Princess, I have a surprise for you.”

You did as he asked, knowing it was pointless to try to get any information out of him. You felt him get off the bed, heard his footsteps on the stone floor, heard him frantically search his clothes for his wand, heard him mutter what you thought was a conjuring spell, then - the sound of running water.

“Sebastian, what-”

“Keep them closed, MC.” He took hurried steps, just barely audible over the sound of the water. As the water suddenly stopped you heard his footsteps at the end of the bed. The next moment his hand was on yours, gently pulling you to your feet. He guided you forward, telling you to wait here one minute more, the splashing sound that followed getting you excited.

“Okay, open them.”

You laughed as your eyes opened. In front you Sebastian sat in a ridiculously oversized bathtub, the steaming water turning his face pink, his hand held out for you. You took his hand, carefully climbing into the tub, settling between his legs. Sighing, you leaned back against him, thankful he had noticed how tired you were tonight. Sebastian knew you weren't one for baths, but a tub like this was something you had been dreaming about for the past three months, many mornings waking up sore after a night with both boys. He had gone a little overboard on the size, you could probably fit at least five people in there with you, but it was deep enough for the water to come almost to your neck while you sat up against him, which you had told him was the most important thing in a bathtub.

“I know it’s a little big, but I thought you deserved some relaxation after the night you had. I noticed how Ominis...was with you tonight...the mood he was in.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your head. “He got an owl from his mother this afternoon, more of the usual shit from his family, I guess. I know I asked already, but you are alright, aren’t you?” His arms wrapped around your waist, giving you a little squeeze, as he bent his head and began kissing your shoulders.

“Yes, I’m alright. He didn’t hurt me really, it was just so unusual for him, it surprised me more than anything.” You closed your eyes, enjoying Sebastian's kisses, but your mind went back to Ominis. He had been in a mood all evening, but you had expected it would melt away as he lost himself in your touch, the way his bad moods usually did. The truth is you knew you would have more than a few bruises by the morning from the way he had fucked you, but you didn’t want Sebastian to overeact. He had been rough, in a way that not even Sebastian had ever been, taking his frustrations out on your body.

You knew Sebastian had been keeping a close eye on things during the night's activities, ready to step in if he felt it necessary. That was the final rule, unspoken even between the two of you. Sebastian would do whatever was required to protect you, even from his very best friend. But Sebastian took his cues from you, knowing damn well you could handle yourself. The few times he had looked at you with a questioning, protective look on his face, you had shaken your head. With each orgasm Ominis became a little more like his normal self, and by the time he had his fourth and final one of the night, he was once again holding you close, cupping your face in his hands, and sweetly moaning your name.

“MC?” You snap back to the present as you feel Sebastian suck hard on your neck, a small “Ow” coming from your lips.

“Ah, I thought that might get your attention.” Sebastian chuckled as you brought your hand up to guide his lips back to your neck. “What were you thinking about?” he asked between kisses, “Ominis again?”

“I was, but all I want to think about right now is you.”

“We can talk more about Ominis if you want, Princess. You know you can talk to me about anything.” He spoke the words sincerely but his hardening cock pressing into your back seemed to have other ideas.

“Can you believe Ominis went for four rounds tonight? He almost broke my record with you.” You laugh loudly at this, knowing Sebastian is teasing you.

“Seb, four of seven isn’t almost beating a record. Don't worry love, Ominis may have impressive stamina but you’ll always be my champion.”

“Why, thank you, my lady.” As he spoke, Sebastian wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you onto his lap. “Speaking of orgasms, I know you’re tired and it would be incredibly selfish of me to ask, but seeing as neither of us had as many as Ominis tonight, should we attempt to catch up?”

Your eyes grow wide. “How do you know I didn’t have as many as Ominis?!”

He chuckles, his hands running over your body. “You really think I don’t know when you cum, Princess? Watching you come undone because of the things Ominis does to you is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, MC, it’s hard to look away from.” His roaming hands find their way to your mound, rubbing you softly under the water. You let out a soft moan of his name, suddenly feeling completely refreshed and desperate for him. Reaching between your legs you take him into your hand, stroking him, making sure he’s ready for you.

“Fuck, Princess, I’ve got to have you. Let me do all the work, just relax against me.” He kisses your shoulder blades as you continue to stroke him for a few minutes more before he can’t take it, lifting you up telling you to guide him to your slit. He lowers your body back onto him, pushing inside you, your moan joining his as you settle down on his full length. He wraps both arms around you, his hot breath on your neck, bucking his hips slowly.

“How is it possible that you feel this fucking good around my cock every fucking time, love? Merlin, I swear I’ll never get enough of you.” He lets out a loud moan as he increases his pace a little, starting to lose himself in the pleasure. You grip the side of the tub, water splashing over the edge as Sebastian pulls you closer to him, moaning your name.

As his orgasm approaches he presses his forehead against your back, mumbling “I love you, I never want this moment to end” between his moans and kisses to your warm skin. Using his strong arms to hold you down, making sure you take his entire length as his orgasm rocks through him, he rubs your clit and sucks at your neck while he continues his slow thrust, drawing your own orgasm out of you. Collapsing against him, your head thrown back, whimpering softly, you clutch at his arms around you.

As you come down from your release, Sebastian continues to hold you tight as he pulls out of you, shifting your body so he can kiss your lips.

“I know I don’t show it very often but I hope you know how much I love being close to you like this. It’s always fun to fuck you hard and watch you turn into a little slut for me, of course, but I adore the connection we share when it’s like this, I can see why it’s Ominis’ favorite way to be with you.” He sighs softly, pulling your lips to his. As you kiss you think about his words. It was the first time he had voiced his appreciation for the softer side of sex.

“Give me more of it, Sebastian. Now, tonight, I need that from you. It’s so incredible when we make love. I know you hate that phrase but don’t roll your eyes when I use it.” You catch him mid eye roll and give his arm a playful slap. You wiggle out of his grasp and stand up, stepping out of the tub, your skin immediately reacting to the change in temperature. “Take me to bed, Sebby, make love to me again.”

You stand next to the tub, water dripping off your skin as Sebastian stands, grabbing his wand and summoning the stack of towels you keep by the bed. He wraps one around you, taking his time to dry your skin, replacing it with his warm hands when you shiver at the cold air of the Undercroft. Bringing his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth, a hand coming up to tease the other, moaning as your fingers tangle in his hair, the sound vibrates through your chest, making you laugh. Pulling away, Sebastian smiles up at you, lifting you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his still wet body, slipping a little. You both laugh as he clutches you tighter, mumbling “Get back here… ah, maybe I should have dried off a bit.”

“You got me?”

“I got you baby, but just in case…” Turning, he moves quickly, practically sprinting back to the bed, laughing as he collapses on it trying not to crush you underneath him. You laugh with him, pulling him down on top of you.

“You’re so silly.”

“Sometimes.” He gives you a wink, kissing your forehead. “Now stop laughing if you want me to make loooove to you.” He waggles his eyebrows at you as he draws out the word love, sending you into another fit of laughter.

“Nothing wrong with laughing while you have sex, Seb.” It takes you a few tries to get the words out around your giggles.

“That’s good cause I’m feeling very silly now. Come here, gorgeous.” His hands on your hips, he pushes you up in the bed, your head coming to rest on the pillows. He climbs over top of you, settling in for a long night of passion and laughter.

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Ominis sat in his bed, waiting for Sebastian to return, hoping this wouldn’t be the time he and MC decide to spend the entire night in the Undercroft. As soon as he left them his bad mood had returned, leaving him feeling angry and reflecting on how he had treated her. He wanted to rush back in and apologize, getting up from his comfy armchair in front of the Slytherin common room fireplace three separate times only to sigh and throw himself back down into it. After two hours he had gone up to his room, hoping that an extra door between him and the Undercroft would keep him from making an even bigger fool of himself.

He had behaved horribly, refusing to let her happiness, her touch, her pleasure be the most important thing to him. He let out a huge sigh, cursing himself and his family for the tenth time tonight. Why had he let his mothers words get into his head? Why did he care what she thought? Most importantly, why had he let it come between him and MC? He brought his hands up to his face, slowly dragging them down it, sighing again, trying to ignore the answers his mind had already come up with. Why did he care what his mother thought? That was easy to answer. Even though he had never had a great relationship with her, never gotten the love he wanted from her, at the end of the day she was still his mother, and unfortunately that mattered to him. As for why he let this, or anything, interfere with his relationship with MC? That was even easier to answer. Because you idiot, you’re irrevocably, hopelessly in…

“Ominis?”

“Shit, Sebastian.” Ominis took Sebastian's return as a sign to push that answer deep, deep down to ignore for another day.

“Sorry, mate, I didn’t mean to scare you. Honestly, I thought you would be asleep by now, it’s been almost four hours since you left us.” Ominis heard him collapse on his bed, a soft sigh, then the creaking of him moving around.

“Sebastian. Did I hurt her?”

Ominis waited in the silence for what felt like a lifetime, before he heard more creaking, the sound of bare feet on the floor, then felt his bed sag under Sebastian's weight as he came to sit next to him. Sebastians warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, and he pressed a soft kiss to Ominis’ forehead.

“Maybe a little, but she’s okay, I promise you that, Ominis. I wouldn’t have left her if I didn’t believe it. She is worried about you though, as am I. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Certainly not tonight, anyway. You must be tired after four extra hours with MC, let's get to bed, Sebastian.” Ominis felt Sebastian stand up and stretched out in his bed, letting out a small gasp as Sebastian got in next to him.

“Sebstian, what are you doing?”

“You’re my best friend and you’re upset Ominis, I’m not leaving you alone. Besides, it’s not the first time we’ve done this. Now shut up and go to sleep.” Sebastian threw an arm around Ominis, pulling him close against him.

“The bed is a lot smaller for us now, we’re quite close, Sebastian.”

Sebastian sighed, propping himself up on his elbow, leaning down to whisper into ominis’ ear. “Ominis, I’ve sucked your cock and you’ve jerked me off, this is the most innocent thing we’ve done together in a while. I don’t think it's a big deal at this point.”

“I suppose I can’t argue with that logic. Goodnight, Seb.” Ominis closed his eyes, listening to Sebastian's steady heartbeat. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the arm around him gave him a small squeeze, Sebastians sleepy voice mumbling “Besides, I’m quite enjoying feeling your ass against me.” Ominis’ eyes flew open in shock, but closed just as quickly, a smile flashing across his face. He couldn’t deny enjoying it himself.

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You sit waiting for Sebastian and Ominis outside the Great Hall, enjoying the cool morning air, petting a cat that had joined you on the stone bench, lost in thought about the events of the night before. Hearing a muffled sound you look up, a small scream coming from your mouth as you find them both standing in front of you.

“Merlin, you boys scared me. How did you sleep, loves?”

Sebastian smirks as he wraps an arm around Ominis’ waist, pulling him close. “I’d say we slept pretty well, wouldn’t you, Ominis?”

You watch with raised brows as Ominis blushes, wondering what could have happened between them, about to ask just that when Sebastian beats you to it.

“Oh, I slept in Ominis’ bed last night. He was in a mood and wanted a cuddle, isn’t that right Omi?” He chuckles as Ominis turns red again.

“Sebastian, someone will hear you!”

“It’s fine, there’s no one around and I wouldn’t care if there were.”

“In that case, what I think you mean to say is that you snored in my ear all night.” Ominous’ tone was one of annoyance but there was a small smile on his face.

“Oh, please, you loved it.”

You let out a loud gasp as his face turned more red than a Gryffindor banner. “You did!”

“I didn’t hate it, if you must know. Not that I want it to become a regular occurrence. That bed is far too small. Now if either of you know of a much larger bed, say one that is removed from prying eyes, I might reconsider.”

“Hmmm, I might know a place.” You tease him back, wrapping both arms around him, standing on your toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He kisses you back softly, an arm snaking around your waist.

“I’d say let’s go there now, but I know you must be hungry after last night’s activities, why don’t we get some breakfast first. Sebastian, why don’t you go ahead and find us seats. Little Dove and I need to have a word.”

“Fine, but don’t judge me if I’m stuffing my face when you arrive. I had quite an exhausting night too.” Untangling himself from Ominis, Sebastian gave you a small wink before striding into the Great Hall.

Ominis pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead, whispering to you, his breath warm against your skin in the cool morning air. “Little Dove, I’m sorry about last night, I was angry and I took it out on you in the worst way I can imagine. You gave yourself to me, trusting me, and I took advantage. Before you say that you’re fine and it’s okay…don’t huff at me, I know that’s what you were thinking MC! Before you say that, I need to know if I hurt you physically, if I caused a change in how you see me, did I…did I scare you.” He stepped away quickly, leaving you to catch your balance, his hands covering his face as he turned away. “I couldn’t live with myself if I did any of those things, Little Dove. I need you to tell me the truth.”

Pressing your face against his broad back, your arms wrapping around him, you spoke in a soft but confident voice, aiming to reassure him. “Ominis, love, what do you hear around us right now? Do you hear other people? No. I’m standing here, completely alone with you, and I feel entirely safe, at peace, at home. I may have a few bruises, but they don’t matter to me. Not the way you matter to me, Ominis. Your behavior last night did nothing to scare me, or deter me from continuing this thing we have. I know you well enough to see the real you and nothing could change that or take it away.”

He spun around, crushing you against him. “Thank you, Little Dove.” He held you close for a few minutes before loosening his grip. “Let’s get you something to eat, I can hear your stomach growling.” You take the arm he holds out for you, looking him over once more as you enter the Great Hall. His eyes are red rimmed and his nose is the slightest shade of pink, the sight stopping your heart momentarily. Sitting down next to Sebastian, who was indeed stuffing his face, you had to take a minute to blink back the tears that threatened to break free.

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Two weeks passed and even though Ominis went back to acting like his usual self, you sensed something had shifted between you. At first it was small things, Ominis opting to study by himself, or rushing to your next class before you could even pack away your things. The biggest sign was when he turned down an offer to spend time with you and Sebstian in the Undercroft, on a rainy Wednesday evening, as you sat together in the library finishing the Transfiguration homework .

“Are you sure, Ominis? We can wait for you to finish.” Sebastian asked as he shoved his books into his bag.

“You go ahead. I’m tired tonight, I wouldn’t be able to completely devote myself to the two of you. I can feel you frowning at me, Little Dove. I’ll be alright, promise. Have fun, Darlings.”

You gave Sebastian a worried look, but he shrugged and pulled you away from the table, pausing to glance back at Ominis before exiting. “That was weird, right? It’s not my imagination, he just blew us off, didn’t he?” He stopped walking, turning to look at you, a troubled look on his face.

“It was definitely strange. I saw him sleep through two classes and part of lunch today, being tired can’t be his reason for not joining us. Has he said anything out of the ordinary lately?”

“Oh, shit, you know I think he got another owl from his mother yesterday. Maybe he doesn’t want to risk what happened last time? You can’t really blame him for that.” He grabs your hand, continuing to the Undercroft, chuckling as he threw his robe over your head as you sprint across the Transfiguration Courtyard, doing his best to shield you from the torrential rain. He stopped to pull you close as you splashed through puddles, unable to resist the romanticism of the circumstances, leaning in for a deep kiss. You melt into his lips, forgetting about the world around you, and the rain now soaking you to the bone, only pulling away when a loud clap of thunder startles you back to reality. Laughing as you burst into the Undercroft hand in hand, you pull him in for another kiss, pushing the wet hair off his forehead. Summoning a towel, you throw it over his head, his large hand coming up to rake it across his head, laughing when he pulls it away, his hair going in all directions.

“Oh, think it’s funny? Come here.” You let out a small scream and take off running around the room as he chases you, laughing as he catches you easily, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, throwing the towel over you, messing up your hair. “Now we match.” You give him a grumpy look, a playful sparkle in your eyes, earning you a laugh and a kiss. “You’re so cute when you’re pretending to be mad at me.”

“We should get out of these wet clothes.” In perfect timing, a shiver runs through you as you shrug your robe off, Sebastian pulling you into his arms.

“Baby, you’re freezing. Come here, we’ll sit in front of the fire and dry off.” He helps you out of the rest of your wet clothes, eyeing your naked form hungrily before crouching in front of the fireplace you had transfigured into the room, casting Incendo, and stripping out of his own dripping clothes. He summons another towel, drying your damp skin, lips trailing after the towel covering you in little kisses then pulls you down onto his lap, his skin already warmer than the fire.

You stay snuggled up in his arms for a long time, never wanting to leave as he whispers loving words into your ear and kisses your neck. Caught up in the feel of his soft lips on your skin you hardly notice when he shuffles you around, laying you down on the soft rug, gently climbing on top of you. “Let me worship you, Princess.” Vaguely aware of nodding, you sigh as his warm hands spread your legs, his thighs press against yours, and he slowly slips his cock inside you. He moans your name as he sets a soft slow pace, his forehead resting on yours, his soul pouring from his eyes into yours as he never looks away. His hands slide up your body, raising your arms above your head and he laces his fingers with yours. His moans are soft and needy, his voice husky as he continually tells you he loves you and you’ve made him the luckiest boy in the word by choosing him. Even through your orgasms his pace never increases, his usual deep groans replaced by muffled whines as his lips seal with yours. He kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance to, expressing all his love and desire for you through it, continuing long after you’ve both come down from the high of your orgasm. When he finally pulls away his face is flushed under his freckles, his chest heaving against yours. “There aren’t words to describe what you mean to me, MC. I love you with everything I am and could ever be.”

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Ominis sighed as he walked back to his dorm alone. Why didn’t you just talk to them? Tell them what’s going on, you know they would understand and want to help. But that’s precisely why you didn’t. Sighing again, he dropped his bag on the floor, pulling the latest owl from his mother out of his pocket before flopping onto his inviting bed. He unfolded the letter, pressing his wand to it, torturing himself as he read it for the fifteenth time.

Ominis, She is a lovely girl. You will spend the summer courting her and you will marry her after you graduate. It has all been arranged and your father won’t hear another word on the matter. Mother

Crumpling up the paper, he let out an angry huff. How am I going to get out of this? Rolling over he quickly fell asleep, hoping his dreams would yield an answer.

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Sebastian woke up on the floor, the fire burnt out, MC pressed against his back, her slow breathing soothing him. Gently rolling over, he watched her sleep for a few minutes before standing and scooping her into his arms. Bare feet padding across the stone floor of the Undercroft, he placed her in the big bed, throwing the covers over her before climbing in on the other side, pulling her close. He ran his fingers through her hair as she stirred, whispering to her. “I’m here, love, go back to sleep.”

I could sleep next to her like this forever.

He tried to go back to sleep, thinking it would be easy, snuggled up with her, but his mind kept wandering back to Ominis. He knew something was up with his friend, something related to his family, but Ominis wouldn’t confide in him. It hurt to think his best friend didn’t trust him after everything he trusted Ominis with. I share my girl and my bed with him, along with everything else, why won’t he talk to me? He turned his head to look behind him in the bed, wishing Ominis was with them tonight, his larger body curled around him. I’m going to get to the bottom of this one way or another, Ominis, just you watch. His eyelids feeling heavy once again he held MC tighter, matching his breathing with hers until he fell asleep.

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When Ominis received a letter at breakfast two weeks later, you watched as Sebastian snatched it from his hands, jumping up from the table, running around the Great Hall, ripping it open and doing his best to read it as Ominis chased him. Both boys crashed to the ground when Sebastian stopped suddenly, Ominis running into him.

“What the actual fuck, Sebastian! How dare you read my mail, give it back!”

“Ominis, why didn’t you tell me about your engagement?” His voice was cold, full of hurt, his tone accusatory.

“Can we not talk about this here? Where’s MC? Get her and meet me in the Undercroft.” He stood up, his face a deep scarlet color, angrier than you had ever seen him.

Sebastian got up, watching Ominis stalk out of the Great Hall, before calmly making his way to you, sitting down to finish his breakfast. He didn’t say a word, one hand in a fist, the other shaking as he stabbed at his food. When he cleared his plate, he turned to you, speaking in a quiet voice. “Ominis would like us to meet him in the Undercroft. Apparently he is betrothed.” Your jaw dropped as he stood and reached out to take your hand, pulling you to your feet.

“Wait, Sebastian, what do you mean he’s betrothed? To whom? When did this happen? Why didn’t he tell us? Sebastian?” You promptly shut your mouth as he shot you an annoyed look. You quietly made the trek to the Undercroft, watching Sebastian get angrier with each step. You threw your hands out to stop him before you entered the secret room, knowing he was far too upset to talk about things rationally right now. “Sebastian, love, please take a moment to breathe. You look like you’re ready to kill him. You can’t go down there and talk to him like this, it will only end badly.” He sighed heavily, stumbling back into the wall, sliding down to the floor. You sat down next to him, scooching in close, lifting his arm to put around your shoulders. He pulled you closer, taking a few deep breaths of the comforting smell of your perfume. You sat there as people started to file into The Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower around you, the first lessons of the day starting soon, and as the halls emptied, only a few late students running up the stairs behind you. You stayed long enough that your butt went numb, rising to your feet and pacing in front of Sebastian. As the halls filled with students again, he sighed, rising to his feet, and disappearing through the clock face entrance before anything could stop him. By the time you made it through the gate at the bottom of the stairs, Sebastians loud voice was filling the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was going on, Ominis?! I thought we were best friends! I share everything with you!” Sebastian had his arms in the air, waving frantically as he spoke even though he knew Ominis couldn’t see them, his face beet red, fighting to keep himself under control.

“I didn’t think it would get this far. I didn’t want to worry you.” Ominis looked as though he might throw up, his usual fair skin a little gray.

“Oh, bullshit! That’s a horrible lie, Ominis!” He turned on his heel, facing you. “Ah, MC, maybe you can get the truth out of him since he clearly doesn’t trust me anymore.” He grabbed your hand, dragging you to stand in front of Ominis. You reach out, taking Ominis by the hand, silently leading him over to the sofa. “Sit down, Omi, let’s talk this out. Will you please start from the beginning? No sense hiding anything now, right?” You did your best to speak in a calm, even tone, hoping to diffuse the anger stifling the room. You sat rubbing your thumbs over Ominis’ hands, waiting for him to be ready to talk.

After a few minutes and many deep breaths, he was. “I think you know when it started, that damn night I was so rough with you. Mother sent me a letter that day, casually informing me that I was all but engaged to a pureblood girl two years older than us. It was her usual coldness about the matter that made me so angry. She’s been planning my wedding since I was five years old, but we hadn’t spoken of it in a few years. I suppose, Little Dove, after meeting you I had secretly begun to let myself believe it would never be talked of again. That was foolish of me though. I’ve now received four letters, each reminding me that I have no choice in the matter, that I will marry this girl.” He pulled his hands from yours, standing suddenly, pacing in front of the sofa. You took the moment to look around for Sebastian, finding him sitting on the floor resting against the column closest to you. He shot you a look, his eyes sad, and you reached out your hand, motioning him over. He sank down next to you, sighing as you shifted around kicking your shoes off before throwing your legs across his lap, his hands automatically coming up to rest on your thighs.

“Do you want to marry her?” Sebastian's voice held nothing but doubt, knowing his friend the way he did.

“Of course I don’t, you know I want nothing to do with any girl my family deems worthy. But how do I get out of this?” He sighed as he too sank down on the sofa, just barely missing your toes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Telling you would have made it real. I could ignore it well enough around you two until now.”

“Ominis, is that why you haven’t wanted to be with us recently? It’s been almost a month since you’ve joined us.” You kept your voice soft, trying to hide the hurt you’d begun to feel as he rejected invitation after invitation.

“No, that wasn’t entirely it, Little Dove.” He sighed loudly. “This is hard to talk about, hard to admit, really. You don’t know as much about my relationship with my family as Sebastian does, and you have a lovely relationship with your own parents, it may be hard to understand.”

“Let me try, Omi.”

He sighed again, taking his time finding the right words to attempt to explain his feelings. “To put it simply, my parents never really showed me the love that yours do. I wasn’t so much a son as an heir. Someone to pass on their twisted ideals and prejudice to. Someone to help improve their social standing. Someone who is supposed to keep his mouth shut and do whatever they ask of me, my own thoughts and feelings not important to them. I’ve spent a lot of my life hating them, MC, but at the same time they are still my family and a small part of me wants their approval. I hate that part of myself. It’s twisted and ugly, it’s where all my darkest thoughts reside.” He took a deep breath, his emotions beginning to overwhelm him. “It’s the part of me that hates myself, all of myself. It’s the part of me that makes me think I’m a failure, unworthy of love. I’m ashamed to admit that I let those thoughts fill my mind these last few weeks. I pulled away from you because…I felt unworthy of you, of your time, of your friendship, of…of your love.” His voice broke on the last word, tears streaming down his face as he hung his head.

You immediately jump to your feet, pulling him up from the sofa, wrapping your arms around him. You let him cry on your shoulder as Sebastian stands, coming around behind you to squeeze you both into him. You hold him until his tears slow and he tries to break away. You lock your arms around him, not letting him get away, Sebastian doing the same, chuckling softly. “I think you’re stuck with us, mate.”

Through his sniffles, Ominis’ raspy voice is soft. “There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with than the two of you.” He manages a small chuckle of his own. “I’m sorry for my silliness, and how it affected you, my dears.”

“Ominis you don’t need to apologize, we both understand how negative thoughts can take over and make you do crazy things. We’re your friends and we love you, nothing will ever change that. Next time you feel those things, come to us and let us remind you how wrong they are.” You press kisses to his jaw, Sebastians body keeping you from reaching his lips.

“Thank you, Little Dove. I can’t tell you what that means to me.” He presses his own kisses to the top of your head.

“Starting to feel left out now guys.” Sebastian dips his head to press a kiss to your cheek before stretching to do the same to Ominis. “Now that that’s settled, shall we come up with a plan to get you out of this marriage, Ominis?”

“Gods, yes.” ------------------ It took three hours, a lot of pacing, and a snack break, but you finally had a decent plan you thought stood a good chance of working. Sebastian stood up from the floor, stretching, kicking the crumpled parchment he had been scribbling notes and ideas on, letting out a large groan as his back cracked. Ceasing your pacing, you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around him, pressing your forehead between his shoulder blades. Beside you Ominis lounged upside down on the bed, an arm thrown over his face. You drag Sebastian over to him, sitting down, relaxing against Ominis’ legs. He sighed happily when he felt your weight on him, bringing his hand out, searching for your face. You pressed a kiss to his palm as he caressed your cheek before leaning forward to kiss him. Sebastian crawled over to Ominis’ other side, laying down next to him as you snuggled into his chest. You lay together for a few minutes before Ominis spoke softly, his voice full of hesitation.

“Dears, what if this doesn’t work?”

“Then we’ll try something else. We’ll keep trying until it does, Darling. Our plan is good, and I believe it will work, but if it doesn’t, remember that you’re our family Ominis, and we’ll fight for you.” Sebastian took the other boy's hand in his, bringing it to his mouth, kissing it. “I promise you that.”

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Two weeks later you sat in The Hogshead, the plan in motion. It had been easy to convince the rest of your friends to help, and seeing them inconspicuously sitting around the room boosted your confidence. The only part of the plan you didn’t like was Sebastian not being able to be here. You had staged a big fight in the middle of the square a week ago, pretending to break up. It had been a difficult week of glaring at each other, not speaking, and forcing yourselves not to touch in public, the extremely passionate nights you two had spent together in the Undercroft all week the only thing making this part of the plan bearable. Thinking of him sitting in a dark corner of The Three Broomsticks drowning his fake sorrows at this very moment made your heart ache, but if word of Ominis’ steamy relationship with the less-than-desirable, muggle-born, Hero of Hogwarts was to reach his, and more importantly his future wife's family, this was a small price to pay.

Shaking your head to clear it of all thoughts except this crucial mission, you took a deep breath, smiling as Ominis crossed the room, his wand aloft, two mugs in his hand. Reaching the table, setting the mugs down, he slid in next to you, pressing his body against yours, an arm slipping around your shoulders. Turning your head you leaned in, whispering to him.

“Are you ready for this? Kiss me, deeply.” You hadn’t kissed like this since his mothers first letter had arrived, six weeks ago and you sighed, melting into him as his eager lips met yours. Your hand came up, cupping his cheek as he deepened the kiss, moaning softly as his tongue darted out, swiping across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, his lust rising to the surface. His hand slipped under your skirt, making its way up your thigh, making you moan again. Oh how you’d longed for his touch. He took the sound as an okay, poking his tongue into your mouth, swirling it with yours, his fingers moving the same way as they found their destination. You clamped your thighs together denying him further access, slowly pulling away from his kiss.

“Ominis stop.”

But he pulled you back, kissing down your neck. “I’ve missed you so much, Little Dove.”

Your hand snaked up to grip his neck, keeping his ear close to your lips. “Ominis, if you don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to stop at all. You’ll have to take me out back and fuck me the way we both want you to. But that won’t get you out of your arranged marriage.” Sex had quickly been discarded as a viable option during your planning, knowing that a rumor of Ominis getting his cock wet with a muggle-born, even one as well known and hated in his family’s circles, as The Hero of Hogwarts, wouldn’t be enough to stop the marriage.

He sighed as he pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re right, I’m sorry. When this is all over though Little Dove, nothing will stop me from having you.” You whimper as he swirls his fingers on you one last time before quickly pulling his hands away, grabbing his drink.

Taking a deep breath you forced yourself to casually look around the room, trying not to react when you noticed Natty and Imelda sitting in the opposite corner as planned, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open, not as planned. Letting out a small huff you laid your arm on the table. “Shall we move this along, we have a lot to do today.” As Ominis nodded, setting his mug down on the edge of the table, you drummed your fingers, looking back at him, smiling as Everett stumbled his way over. He’d been here for two hours, secretly vanishing the contents of his many mugs of ale, even talking to himself when you’d walked in, just to sell it. You squeezed Ominis’ hand under the table as Everett bumped into it hard, knocking Ominis’ drink into his lap, the liquid splashing you. Ominis leapt to his feet, his face beet red, grabbing Everett by the shirt, lifting him off the floor.

“Do you have any idea WHO I AM? YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT.” Every head in the room turned to stare at them, Everett whimpering out broken apologies, swearing he didn’t know, his words slurring perfectly. You tried to hide your smile as Ominis dropped him to the floor, watching him scamper away. You worked hard to ensure it was a cold smile instead of one showing the giddiness you felt inside, three days of practicing Everett’s reactions having paid off, as Ominis reached for you, huffing and wiping at his pants, grumbling about revenge. Taking his hand, letting him pull you to your feet, kissing his cheek as he possessively wrapped an arm around your waist. “Let’s get out of here, MC, this establishment is a disappointment.”

Moving through the door you smiled to yourself as you heard Natty loudly whisper with Imelda, “Is that Ominis Gaunt with The Hero of Hogwarts?” “Shame she’s a muggle-born. I heard she dumped the Sallow kid for him. I bet his parents hate that their son is here with her instead of a pureblood girl.” You hoped it was enough.

Stepping into the bright sunshine, squinting as you pull him closer, you walk slowly through the streets of Hogsmeade, stopping to browse in shops, talk with vendors, and kiss each other, knowing you had to be seen. When you made it to the square you had the freedom to ask how he thought it was going. “Do you think the scene in the Hogshead worked?”

He continued walking, turning his head towards you. “I’m hopeful it did. I heard the voice of one of my fathers goons while I was at the bar. I know they report to my mother sometimes, giving her information about me.” He stopped walking, standing in the middle of the square, leaning in close. “But just in case, I think we should kiss out here where more people can witness it. May I?”

“As long as you don’t overdo it like earlier.” You teased him, bringing your hands up to his face and neck, gently pulling him to you. As your lips meet his long fingers tangle in your hair, and tighten around your waist, pulling your bodies flush together. After a few moments he tries to pull away, but you stop him, your lips chasing him. “Come back.” You whisper into the space between your lips, begging him to give you more, not just here and not just kisses, but the rest of him at night in the Undercroft. “I miss you.” You barely get the words out before he is pulling you in again, kissing you much deeper than you expected, and this time you gladly open your mouth to let his tongue in, clinging to him tightly.

Around you people stare, muttering their disapproval at such a public display, but it isn’t until someone clears their throat as they walk past that he pulls away, his face flushed a deep scarlet red, embarrassed he let his feelings slip out of control, here of all places.

“Shall we continue on, Little Dove?” He takes your arm leading you over to his favorite shop, Honeydukes. Smiling as the bell over the door chimes, he takes a deep breath of the sugary air. “Let’s get a little treat, shall we? I think we deserve it after everything we’ve accomplished today.” You let him lead you through the shop, thinking the only treat you really wanted was him, happy and laughing with you again, a little more carefree than he is now. “We should get something for Sebastian too, I know he’s hating this as much as you are, MC. Let’s hope today's actions will bring about the end of this horrible situation.” He kisses the top of your head, giving your hand a squeeze before turning back to the sweets.

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Two weeks passed, with no substantial news from Ominis, good or bad. His mother had written once, three days after you executed the plan, to say she was informed of an unsavory relationship he appeared to be in, but nothing more. It seemed your plan hadn’t worked after all.

“Have you seen Ominis since classes ended? I thought he would be here.” You and Sebastian weren’t on speaking terms yet, or so everyone thought, but you hadn’t heard from Ominis since breakfast, when he received a letter, much longer than the last and returned to his dorm to read it privately.

Sebastian looked up at you, his fork halfway to his mouth, practically melting into his chair at the sight of you standing before him. You knew he missed you, missed being able to pull you close no matter where you were. You missed it too, spending everyday counting the hours until you could feel his embrace in the privacy of the Undercroft later.

“No I haven’t, I was going to check the dorm after I finished eating. Want to sit down?” He ran his eyes over you, desperately drinking you in, silently begging you to stay with him.

Your eyes glued to his lips, you drop your voice to a whisper, summoning your strength. “More than anything…but I shouldn’t.” You watch his face fall, your heart going with it. You flash him a small smile, wondering how much more of this you both could take, about to turn away when Imelda sat down next to him.

“MC, come and sit with me, you look awful, eat something.”

“Imelda, I sho-”

“Sit.”

Making your way around the table you sat next to her, casually looking past her at Sebastian as she spoke.

“Ominis asked me to give you these.” She slid a small piece of folded parchment to each of you. “He said to make sure you ate first, something about it being a long night.” You quickly opened the paper.

Meet me at our spot Ominis

Your head shot up to find Sebastian already looking at you. He gave you a nervous look before turning back to his food. Eating as hastily as you could, you thanked Imelda for being a great friend through all of this and got up to leave a few minutes after Sebastian. You found him waiting for you outside the great hall. He took your hand, confident that the castle would be empty, everyone eagerly enjoying their warm dinners on this cold rainy night. Sighing happily at his touch you quickly make your way to the Undercroft, skipping through the secret entrance before pulling him into a deep kiss and tight hug. “I’ve wanted to do that all fucking day, Sebastian. I hope this farce can end soon. I miss you.” He presses you against the wall of the staircase desperate for more, groaning, knowing he can’t yet have it.

“I miss you too Princess, you have no idea how much. If Ominis weren’t waiting for us, I’d already be inside you. Let’s go see what he wants and then maybe we can stay and sneak in a few extra hours together tonight.” He kissed you again, lips trailing down your neck and back up to your cheek, making you giggle. “Whatever he says, let's try to be positive, yeah? He needs that from us.” Stepping back he takes your hand again, leading you down the steps. As you push through the gate you stop in your tracks, noticing Ominis. He’s sitting on the sofa, waiting for you. Completely naked.

“Ah, finally, I thought you two were going to stand up there making out all night.” He stood, taking a few steps towards you. “Hopefully from my appearance you can tell I have good news. Come here, we’re going to celebrate and I have plans for how we’ll do it. Take your clothes off.”

Already out of his tie, shoes, and half his shirt unbuttoned, Sebastian turns to you, giving you an excited look. “You heard him Princess, get those clothes off.” He gave your ass a small slap as he walked to Ominis, his shirt hitting the floor. You raced to catch up, hastily kicking off your shoes and pulling your tie over your head, undoing as many buttons as you could with one hand, coming over to stand next to Sebastian. Ominis moved to you, kissing you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you shrugged out of your shirt, hands fumbling between his skin and the fastenings on your skirt. He moved to an already naked Sebastian as you finished undressing, chuckling as you mumbled about having more layers than them, more complicated layers. You watched them kiss passionately, Ominis’ hands roaming Sebastian's body, listening to him moan as his hand wrapped around Sebastian's cock, stroking it as their tongues danced together. When they finally broke apart, breathing heavily, Sebastian looked over at you. “You need some help, Princess?”

“This is a lot easier when you boys help me, but I got it.” Almost falling over as you ripped your final stocking off, you made your way to them. Sebastian wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you close, his hand kneading your ass.

“Tell us your plans for us Ominis. How can we pleasure you tonight, Darling?”

Ominis groaned as Sebatian used the pet name he’s taken to calling him when they were alone like this. “They’re both new things for me. When I tell you, will you guide us into making them happen, Dearest?”

“Of course I will.” Sebastian leaned in, kissing him again. “I’ll do anything if it means you’ll keep calling me that. I’ve been longing to hear you use it again.”

You quietly cleared your throat, reminding them you were still there. Ominis turned to you, reaching for you. “Let’s move this to the bed, shall we, Little Dove? I can’t wait to have you.” You linked your arm with his, leading him to the bed. His other hand never left Sebastian's cock, instead tugging on it gently, leading Sebatian to the bed by it. By the time you made it, Sebastian's eyes were narrowed in bliss, his mouth open, tongue hanging out, and he was panting like a dog. You made a mental note to try that move on him yourself later. Ominis crawled to the center of the bed, flopping onto his back. “Sebastian, will you suck my cock? It feels so good when you do.” Your face fell into a frown, wondering why he didn’t want you to help. Somehow sensing this Ominis spoke. “Don’t be sad, Little Dove, it feels good when you suck me too, but I have other plans for you. I want to devour your pussy. Sebastian, I believe you referred to it as ‘face sitting’? I want you to sit on my face, MC.”

Sebastian let out a chuckle as he climbed over Ominis legs. “Good choice, Omi! She loves to suffocate with her pussy, as you well know. How do you want her? I personally love when shes looking down watching my eyes roll back at her delicious taste, her hand in my hair - fuck I need to stop talking about this or I’m going to get jealous.”

“I want her facing you. I want you to watch each other, enjoy the looks on each other's faces since I can’t.”

“That’s sweet and devious of you, Ominis. I like it.” You crawl over to him, giving him a few kisses before throwing a leg over his head, getting into position. “You ready?”

“Wait, Sebastian, got any tips for me?”

“Always be moving your tongue. If she starts to move her hips, just relax and go with it. Bury your face in her, pull her down to you, don’t let her get away until you absolutely have to in order to remain conscious. Run your hands over her thighs and ass, squeeze them a little, bring your hands up to squeeze her breasts too, she likes that. Most importantly, don’t be afraid to die under her, it’s the best way either of us could hope to go, let’s be honest. Have no regard for your own life, only her pleasure and you’ll do great.”

Ominis didn’t respond, instead wrapping his arms around your thighs, pulling you down to him, flicking his tongue over your folds. You let out a high moan of his name followed by a string of curses, hands splayed on his chest. Looking up at Sebastian watching you, you let out a giggle, blushing at the way he was biting his lip. He doesn’t usually get this good a view of your face while Ominis pleasures you with his mouth. You can tell it's driving him crazy watching your eyes roll back, watching you grind your hips, and squeeze at your own breasts, the wet sounds of Ominis’ tongue lapping like mad at your core amplified in the stone room. Letting go of Ominis’ cock he moves to you, crashing his lips down on yours, kissing you roughly, passionately, desperately. Every second he had missed out on in the last two weeks hit him and he clung to you, swallowing your moans, shooing your hands away from your breasts so he could touch them. Pressing his forehead to yours when your moans got uncontrollable, he spoke to you softly, asking how Ominis was doing, knowing the only answers you could give him were little whimpers.

“Is he doing a good job eating your pretty pussy, Baby? Yeah, you want him to keep going? Of course you do. Fuck, you make the prettiest sounds, Princess. Isn’t that right, Ominis?” You moaned loudly as a muffled “Mmmhmmm” came from Ominis, the vibrations rippling through you. “What’s he doing right now, where’s his tongue, right this second?”

Struggling to find the words and get them out between your moans, all you could manage to say was a breathy “‘nside.”

Sebastian let out a groan. “Fuck, do you know how badly I wish it was my tongue inside you right now? Merlin, I’ve missed being close to you, Princess.”

Ominis moaned again as he sucked your folds, a wonderful slurping sound emanating from below you. It felt incredible and you let out a high scream as your legs began to shake. Clinging to Sebastian as your orgasm rocked through you, Ominis’ hands gripped your thighs tightly, keeping you in place as he kept working his tongue, lapping up your juices until you couldn’t stand the pressure any longer. “Ominis, give me a minute, love.” He stopped moving his tongue over you, instead pressing gentle kisses to your thighs for a few minutes before you had to climb off him. “I’ve got to lie down, my legs won't stop shaking, Ominis that was amazing.” You collapsed on the bed next to him, sighing happily.

“Come rest your head on my chest, Little Dove. I still want you to watch Sebastian finally suck my cock.”

“Oh shit, sorry, Darling. She is so distractingly beautiful when you pleasure her, I couldn't help myself.” Sebastian chuckled as you both shuffled around on the bed, trying to find the best positions for your bodies, even pulling you close and kissing you at one point before you settled on opposite sides of Ominis. Your head finally resting on his chest, you looked up at him.

“Did you like it, Ominis? Should we do it again in the future?”

He ran his fingers through your hair, smiling. “I loved it, Little Dove, and I’m going to have to demand we do it again in the future. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of tasting you, it’s quite addictive. Much like the rest of you.” He pressed a kiss to your head, moaning loudly as Sebastian finally went to work on him.

You watched Sebastian lick his shaft, swirl his tongue around his pink head, then slip his lips over him, taking as much as he could into his mouth, bobbing his head like an expert. You wondered, not for the first time, how he got so good at this. It was strange seeing your boyfriend moaning because he had another man's cock in his mouth, but it was also mesmerizing, you couldn't look away. The sounds were quite pleasurable too, slurping and gagging sounds floating in the air, mixing with the stereo of their moans. You reached out, running your fingers through Sebastians hair and he looked up at you, giving you a wink before sinking further down on Ominis’ cock, his tongue sticking out to swipe at Ominis’ balls.

Ominis let out a deep groan of Sebastian’s name, arching his back, beginning to lose control. “How does he look, Little Dove? Do you like watching him do this to me?”

“He…he looks…gorgeous.” It felt like a silly thing to say and you giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair again. You’d seen him suck Ominis a few times before, but this felt different. His eyes only flicked up to your face, never Ominis’, like he was doing this for your enjoyment more than either of theirs, needing to know you were watching him. You stare at him, slowly running your fingers through his hair over and over. “Does he feel good in your mouth, Sebby?”

“Mmhmm.”

Ominis brings his hands down to push Sebastian’s head further onto him, grunting nonstop, as his cum shoots into Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian looks directly at you as he swallows it down, slurping his way off Ominis’ cock before collapsing on top of you both, pressing his lips to yours. As he kisses you passionately you feel his cock start to harden, and he shifts, leaning against ominis for leverage as he gently thrust his hips, rubbing himself against your thigh. His mouth is open, his heavy breaths floating across your skin as he sighs out silent, desperate moans.

“Princess.” He lets out a needy whimper of his favorite name for you. “I need to be inside you.” His movements stop as he groans, raising his head to look at Ominis. “Ominis, what are your other plans for us? Please tell me they involve my cock inside her pussy, I’m not sure I can wait for you to go first tonight.”

“Lucky for you, Dearest, it does. I thought we could try both being inside her tonight. At the same time.”

Sebastian’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck, Ominis, you want to double penetrate her? Oh fuck yes! I’ve been waiting for this day. Wait, you said this involves me in her…Ominis you cheeky boy! You finally want to fuck my girl in the ass. I knew if I kept telling you how amazing it feels you would come around.” Sebastian let out a hearty laugh, his excitement palpable.

“I am feeling rather naughty today, having thwarted my family’s attempts to control my life. Yes, I want to experience it, right now, if that’s okay with you Little Dove.” He turned his head towards your body, waiting for your response, a large, hopeful grin on his face.

“It’s fine with me love, I’ve been hoping you would want to do this, I can��t wait to feel your cock in my ass. I think you’re going to love it, Omi.” You turn your head to kiss him, dropping your voice to a whisper. “I want to do this with you Ominis, I really do.” You gave him a deep kiss, before pulling Sebastian up to your lips, whispering against them. “But first I want you in my mouth, Sebby. You need some attention, handsome.” You crush your lips to his, tongue slipping into his waiting mouth, moaning as he resumes his slow thrust against your leg. You slip a hand between your bodies, taking his cock in it, stroking him for a few minutes before he pulls away, making his way off the bed, a determined look in his eyes.

“Get up, Princess. Omi, Darling, you’ve got some work to do before you can fit inside her, you’re going to have to stretch her out. Get on your knees, both of you. MC, move back closer to him, put your ass in the air for me. Mmm you’re such a good girl for me.” He gave your butt a little smack before moving to Ominis. “Okay, Ominis, you’re going to do the same thing you do to her pussy, just slower, you want to end up with two fingers in her. Go ahead and put one in, see how it feels.”

You let out a soft moan as his long, slender finger slips inside you, the feeling always a bit of a surprise. He began to move it slowly, inserting it all the way in.

“Gods, she’s so tight around my finger!”

Sebastian chuckled, biting his lip at the sight of your ass taking his finger, desperately wishing we would be able to see your tight hole take Ominis’ cock. “Imagine how tight she’ll be around your cock. Speaking of cocks, you ready to take mine down your throat, Princess?” He moved back to head of the bed, crawling in front of you, settling himself around you, his cock right in front of your face.

“Do you really even need to ask that? I’m always ready to gag on your cock, Sebastian.” Dipping your head, you stick your tongue out swirling it around his head, lapping up the few drops of precum already dripping from it. Moaning as Ominis pumps his fingers into you, you wrap your lips around Sebastain, taking every inch of him in your mouth, bobbing your head quickly, sinful gagging sounds coming from you. Sebastian laced his fingers through your hair, pushing you further down on him, all your thoughts evaporating as he did so. You loved when he took control and used you for his pleasure. You happily let him buck his hips, fucking your mouth, moaning around him, enjoying the growing desperation for oxygen, your lungs screaming. After only a few more minutes you feel the telltale stutter of his movements, his breath hitching in his throat before he lets out a delicious grunt, strings of his cum shooting down your throat. You eagerly swallowed every drop, sucking on him hard, milking him for everything he could give you.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking amazing. Have I told you that lately? I love the way you go mindless when I fuck your cute little mouth. My sweet cock-drunk slut.” He bent to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips, running his tongue over them shamelessly, biting and sucking at them before pulling away. “Ominis, think she’s about ready?”

Ominis slowed his movements inside you, groaning out his response. “Gods yes, she feels incredible, I can’t wait to have my cock inside you, Little Dove.”

Sebastian reached over to the table by the bed, grabbing for the small bottle of magical lubricant he kept there. It was his favorite, scented of cherries, the magic making a single drop perfectly coat his cock and stick to it, not a drop wasted. He stretched to reach Ominis over you, uncorking the vial, dripping two drops onto his cock. “Okay, Darling, give me a minute to get situated first before you start. Princess, come here, wrap your perfect pussy around me.”

Crawling up to him, you climbed onto his lap, lowering yourself onto him, letting out a satisfied moan as you reached his hilt. He gave you a few hard thrust, unable to help himself, before pulling your body down on top of him, wrapping his arms around you. “Ominis come closer, between my legs, perfect. You feel her hole? Slowly, very slowly, push into her. Remember to give her time to adjust when you get all the way in, and don’t move until she tells you she’s ready. When she is ready, you start, find the pace you want and I’ll match it. Good?”

You already felt Ominis lining himself up as he answered. “Got it. You ready Little Dove?” You let out a groan as he pushed into you, barely waiting for an answer. After a few minutes, pausing a few times to be sure you were okay and comment about how good it already felt, he was fully enveloped in you.

Below you Sebatian was groaning quietly, impatient to get moving, quickly getting lost in his urges, the feel of Ominis’ cock rubbing against his, separated by only a thin layer of skin, driving him wild with lust. You kissed at his chest, lacing your fingers with his, pulling him back to you. He looked at you, eyes clearing for a split second before Ominis asked if you were ready. His eyes rolled back, closing tight, as you responded and Ominis began moving, setting a slow pace. Your moans mixed with Ominis’ deeper groans, echoing around the stone room, and you lay your head on Sebastains chest, begging him to move. His eyes sprung open as he did, staring into yours as he lifted your chin, desperate to see your pleasure as he matched Ominis’ pace. You clutched at Sebastian’s chest, whimpering like you were going insane, your mouth hanging open.

“You look so pretty all fucked out like this Princess, and we’ve only just begun. You love being a little slut for us, don’t you?” All you could do was groan in response and you felt both cocks twitch inside you. They were loving this just as much as you.

“Little Dove, your whimpers and the wet squelching sounds of our fucking are driving me insane. Let’s speed up, Sebastian, I need to go harder.” He didn’t wait for Sebastian to respond, increasing his pace, hips bucking wildly, his thighs slapping against you.

“Oh, god, Ominis…yes…fuck, keep going just like that.” You practically yelled as he thrust into you, dropping your head onto Sebastian’s chest again, kissing at his skin, loud whines escaping your lips.

Sebastian increased his pace, his tip hitting the perfect spot with every quick thrust. “Oh, fuck, Sebastian…right there…it’s perf-“ The rest of your words were cut off as he crushed his lips against yours, your moans slipping into each others mouths. You chuckled against his lips as Ominis let out another loud groan. “I think this is the loudest he’s ever been with us.”

“Can you blame him, Princess, he is experiencing two incredible first at once.” He raised his voice, “How are you doing back there, Omi?”

“I’m so close, it feels so good. I’m not going to last much longer - Ahh, fuck.” His thrust slowed as his cum sputtered into you, his warmth filling you, a sinful little scream coming from you. “F-fuck, Little Dove, gods, yes, you feel so good.” Groaning as he rode out his orgasm, stilling for a few moments, he bent to run his hands over your back, praising you for taking his load. “Can we go again?”

Sebastian laughed, his own thrust almost imperceptible, but never stopping. “I never stopped. Keep going, we’ve got to make our lady cum.” He waited for Ominis to get back up to speed before returning to railing you, he was desperate to bring about your release, both of you knowing the tightening of your walls around him would bring his own. It didn’t take long, ten minutes of hard thrusting from both boys and you were screaming some twisted combination of their names and every curse word you knew, riding out your orgasm to the wonderful sounds of Sebastian's deep grunting as his seed shot into you, thick ropes painting your walls. You collapsed your full weight on Sebastian, both of you panting heavily, chests heaving as Ominis continued to softly thrust into you. You stretched your arm out behind you, pressing your palm against his chest. “Ominis, I need to stop. Come sit next to us for a few minutes and I’ll ride you to another orgasm.” He stopped, pulling out, both of you groaning at the loss as he flopped down on the bed next to you.

“That’s okay, Little Dove, I’m happy with the two I’ve had. You and Sebastian should spend the rest of the night together, I know you need the closeness after everything you’ve gone through for me. I might selfishly ask for a few kisses, though.” He chuckled as you climbed into his lap, Sebastian using his wand to clean him up. Sitting up to meet you, he gently pressed his lips to yours, giving you sweet, caring kisses, hands roaming your sides and face.

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay, Darling? We’re happy to have you here, you know that.” Sebastian sat up, resting his chin on Ominis shoulder as he asked.

“I’m sure. According to the letter I got today, we have a long time to spend together before anything else threatens this thing we have. We can stretch it out for now.” He turned his head to kiss Sebastian’s forehead, smiling softly.

“What else did the letter say, Ominis? Why did you stay in your room all day after you got it?” You spoke softly, running fingers across his scalp, enjoying his little sighs.

“Oh, it’s purely magnificent, my dears. Turns out our plan worked so well that no family with an eligible daughter wants anything to do with me! Mother has convinced father to wait five years until I’m ‘more mature’, thinking that will change my attitude. I don’t look forward to dealing with this again, but five years is a long time to spend with the two of you, if you’ll have me. Even if you’ll only have me until we graduate, I’d feel blessed. I can’t thank you enough for helping me, truly, I owe you both so much.” His voice grew heavy as he began to get emotional. You pulled him closer, hugging him to you, your own emotions threatening to bubble over as Sebastian wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“You don’t owe us anything, Ominis. I told you we’re a family, and I meant it.”

“Either way I won't forget this, not ever. Unfortunately it’s not entirely over yet. Little Dove and I still have to have a public falling out so you two can have a public makeup.”

“Oh yeah. How should we play that?” After the events of the past few hours you had forgotten you still couldn’t walk out of here holding Sebastian’s hand.

“Can’t we just say things didn’t work out with you and MC because she still loves me?” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, smirking at you. “You do still love me, don’t you, Princess?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him, slapping his arm. “Fuck off, you know I do, idiot.” He rubbed his arm, a pretend look of shock on his handsome face.

Ominis laughed with you, but his face was serious. “It has to look natural, and be public in case word gets back to my parents. Let’s take a week to drift apart, have a fake fight and breakup, then you two can spend the next week growing close again and have a very public ‘I’m an idiot, I can’t live without you’ moment.”

Sebastian groaned, his thoughts echoing your own. “Two more weeks? Ugh, fine, only for you, Omi. But, now I agree, you’ve had enough time with her tonight, and I’m politely asking you to leave so I can ravish her.” He attacked your skin with kisses, making little growling sounds, tickling you as he pulled you into his lap, making you giggle.

Beside you, Ominis chuckled happily. “I’ve missed hearing you two be happy together. I’ve missed you both. I’m sorry I needed so long to figure my shit out, I won’t leave you out of my madness again. Now, I hate to interrupt this love fest further, but can I ask you to walk me to the door tonight for goodnight kisses. I think my wand is still on the sofa.”

You all got up, led him to the sofa, intimately helping him get dressed, and giving him a few long kisses before bidding him goodnight.

“Oh, one more thing, Ominis!” Sebastian stepped close, pressing his body flush against Ominis’ back, wrapping an arm around his waist. “When are you going to let me fuck you in the ass?” His voice was deep, almost a growl, desire dripping from every syllable.

Ominis chuckled, his face flushing a deep red. “I'm coming around to the idea, that’s all I can say for now. Goodnight, Dearest.” Squirming his way out of Sebastian's grip, he smiled and walked through the gate, leaving you alone.

Sebastian turned to you, a predatory smile on his face as he picked you up, growling as he carried you across the room. “Now that we’re alone, Princess, I’m going to make you scream my name, and I expect it to come out clearly this time. Give me something to remember when I’m fighting every urge to touch you during the next two weeks.”

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A week later you stood in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower after class, having another fake fight, screaming at Ominis, getting insanely turned on as he screamed back at you. You had to storm off earlier than planned to keep yourself from attacking him with desire.

But it worked, and over the next four days you and Sebastian had real tender moments in full view of the entire year, rumors already spreading that you would get back together. The afternoon of the fifth day, two days before schedule, Sebastian jumped up when you strode into the Great Hall for lunch. He ran to you, practically tackling you, pulling you off your feet, spinning you around, kissing you eagerly. Around you the room went quiet, then filled with loud whispers and even a few cheers. When he set you down you were both blushing, breathless, and glowing with happiness. Pressing his forehead to yours he laughed, kissing you again. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait anymore, Princess. I love you so much, let’s never fake a breakup again.” Wrapping an arm around you, he led you to his table, and you sat between him and Imelda.

While Sebastian was distracted getting your food, she leaned over and whispered to you, a disgruntled look on her face. “MC, are you sure everything that happened with Ominis was a lie? I saw you two kiss in The Hogshead, it seemed there were very real feelings behind it. It was an intense kiss.”

Damn she knew you too well. “Yeah, maybe I enjoyed it, it was kind of thrilling to kiss someone new, but that doesn’t mean I have feelings for Ominis. I was helping my best friend out of a horrible situation. That’s all there was to it.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again as Sebastian set your plate in front of you, kissing your cheek, smiling at you both. “What are we talking about, ladies?” You knew this wouldn’t be the end of the discussion but at least you had time to figure out how to keep lying to her, and everyone else, about the real relationship you had with Ominis.

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Chapter Two

Masterlist

"See you tomorrow Buckets," you say as you leave the cabin.

You vaguely heard the Buckets wishing you a good day. You crossed the busy streets despite the biting cold of January. You were enjoying this time away from the Bucket family. You vaguely heard police car sirens speeding by as you entered Bill's shop. The place was still crowded with people hoping to find one of the five golden tickets. You got to work quickly, selling all the tablets in record time. Bill took advantage of a moment of calm to turn on the TV and switch to the talking news.

"The first golden ticket was found in Düsseldorf, Germany by a young boy named Augustus Gloop," the reporter announced.

The shop fell silent at this announcement. You stared intently at the screen where an image of a chubby boy appeared with dried chocolate on his face. You winced in disgust when you saw that. Why didn't his parents take the time to clean him up? You leaned on the counter listening to the waiter explain how he had found the ticket. He had bitten into the chocolate bar without looking, he was perplexed when he smelled the unusual taste of chocolate. He had found the golden ticket by biting into it. A reporter asked Augustus how he celebrated. The boy replied that he ate more chocolate bars. No sooner had he finished his sentence than he took out a new bar which he quickly unwrapped to bite into a piece that was too big for him to eat with his mouth closed. The boy's mother commented that she knew her son was going to find a ticket with all the tablets she bought for him. The chubby woman grabbed her son's wrist to show the cameras the ticket, all while posing with him.

"He's disgusting," you say, glaring at Bill.

"I'm not telling you, kiddo," the man replied, turning off the TV.

People had become even more determined to find a golden ticket. Some had tried to get into the back room. Luckily for you, Bill had a gun license and the customers quickly calmed down when they saw him pull out a shotgun. The day passed quickly and it was almost time for you to close the shop. With the golden ticket frenzy, Bill had decided to keep the shop open overnight, to avoid being robbed. You sat in the back room, turning on the little TV to watch the paper. In case anyone found another golden ticket. Now that the first ticket was found, it was going to be madness.

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A sigh escaped your lips, you were exhausted by his long days of endless work. You barely extended a greeting to your family. You preferred to fall on your aunt and uncle's bed instead. The Bucket family members looked at you with concern and pity, which you preferred not to see. Charlie was the first to come over to help you take off your shoes and coat.

"Was it overnight?" Charlie asked as he went to hang your jacket with the others.

"Yeah...long and boring...," you said with a sigh. "His assholes are going absolutely nuts."

"A filthy young boy found a ticket," said Grandma Josephine.

"I know," you say, straightening up to sit on the edge of the bed. "Bill put the newspaper in then and it was a frenzy afterwards. Some were asking for a refund after seeing that their tablet had no tickets in it."

Another sigh escaped your lips as you ruffled your tangled hair. Charlie turned on the small TV to watch the paper. No sooner had he put on the chain than the reporter announced that the second golden ticket had just been found in Buckinghamshire. The sizzling image showed a middle-class family trying to look perfect. The little girl holding the golden ticket had an angelic smile proudly showing her ticket, her mother had her hand resting on her shoulder, showing her ring which must have cost a fortune and the father began to explain how he had found the object to be coveted by his darling granddaughter: Veruca Salt. Clearly, this man had exploited his poor workers to fulfill the desires of his darling little Veruca.

"This guy is worse than the fat guy," you say, laying back.

"I don't think that was really fair" commented Charlie sitting on his grandparents' bed. "She didn't find the ticket herself."

"That's why I hate the rich. They think everything is theirs. This kid is so spoiled that she won't do anything later," you say, glaring at your cousin. "Remember that, Charlie. No good ever comes from spoiling a child like that."

No sooner had you finished your sentence than the door opened on the Bucket parents. Charlie hurriedly turned off the television as your aunt and uncle stood in front of the grandparents' bed with huge smiles on their lips. You saw your cousin's gift roughly wrapped in newspaper. Like every year, the poor boy was only entitled to one Wonka bar.

"Charlie. Mum and I thought...maybe you wanna open your birthday present tonight," Mr. Bucket said.

"Here you are," said Mrs. Bucket, handing the famous gift to her son.

You couldn't help but envy your cousin. Even if you loved him, you hadn't had the chance to know about the birthday presents. Before he was born, you understood that your uncle and aunt kept every penny for food and other useful things. But when Charlie was old enough to receive gifts, you couldn't help but wonder why he was entitled to them and you weren't. After that hit you, you couldn't compete with Charlie. After all, he was the real child of this family. You were a parasite who paid to stay a parasite. From afar, you watched the family gather near the hero of the day who opened his gift: a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight chocolate bar. Everyone waited impatiently for the boy to open his tablet.

"Maybe I should wait till morning," Charlie said nervously.

"Like hell," replied Grandpa George.

"Pop," growled Mr. Bucket.

"All together, we're 381 years old. We don't wait," said Grandpa Joe kindly.

Charlie plucked up his courage and started unwrapping the chocolate. All eyes were on the chocolate. Everyone was hoping, not you. What were the odds Charlie got a ticket? One in a million? Maybe more. Grandpa Joe seemed to be the most impatient of them all. Charlie removed the wrapping and unsurprisingly there was no golden ticket inside.

"Well," you say moving closer to the grandparents bed "That's that."

"We'll share it."

"Oh no, Charlie," Grandpa Joe said. "Not your birthday present."

"It's my candy bar, and I'll do what I want with it."

Charlie began cutting up chocolate chunks, handing them out to his grandparents and parents. Noticing that there was only one carrer left, you tell Charlie to eat it and that you were too tired to eat chocolate. You said good night to the Bucket family before going up to your room and Charlie's to get some sleep. Bill had given you a well-deserved weekend after this days of more than exhausting work.

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"The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregarde."

It's making the headlines. You threw the newspaper on the table to finish drying your soaked hair, listening with one ear to Violet's interview. Hearing the tone of that voice, that kid must have been obnoxious. You sat between Grandpa George and Grandma Josephine, facing the fireplace so your hair would dry faster when you heard the reporter announce that the fourth golden ticket had just been found by a boy named Mike Teavee. Violet's interview was cut to show the Teavee family. The boy's parents stood awkwardly in front of the reporters as Mike royally ignored them, continuing to play his loud video game. The boy explained how he found the ticket easily by following directions that you couldn't understand and that at the end of that, he only had to buy one tablet. When a journalist asked him what it tasted like, Mike replied that he hated chocolate. This simple sentence enraged Grandpa George who began to insult the boy of all names. Luckily, Mr. Bucket had quickly placed his hands over his son's ears, letting his father spit out his venom. Grandpa George was absolutely right. It was a waste to let such a kid visit a chocolate factory if he hated chocolate. It didn't make any sense. You threw your towel over your shoulder, leaving your seat to turn off the small TV. Mr. Bucket took his hands away from his son's ears to go back to sit and continue his book and Mrs. Bucket returned to the kitchen to continue the soup.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Charlie?"

"Why aren't you at work?"

The whole house froze at Charlie's question. You watched your uncle out of the corner of your eye as you tightened your grip on the television.

"Oh! Well, the toothpaste factory thought they'd give me a bit of time off," Mr. Bucket said uncomfortably.

"Like summer vacation?"

"Sure. Something like that."

They hadn't explained anything to Charlie? You took a deep breath as you put the TV away before going to your room. Now that you were the only person bringing in money, everyone was counting on you. You still remember how embarrassed they looked when you told them that Bill made you take a whole weekend off to rest after a whole week of night shifts. But now that you were well rested, you could go back to work.

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"Only one more ticket, kiddo. Only one!" Bill said as he finished cleaning a section of his little shop. "It would be great if it was in my shop!"

"Don't get your hopes up, Bill. What do you have? One in a billion chance?"

"But I still have a chance."

You smiled, shaking your head slightly. The frenzy of golden tickets was calming down. Now that there was only one tablet left, people were losing hope of finding it. Night had just fallen, you were putting new tablets on the display when you heard the chime sound. You turned to the late-night customer who was strange. This person was two heads taller than you, wore a long trench coat and a hat that didn't show his face.

"Good evening," you greeted uncertainly. "I can help you?"

The person said nothing. He just reached for a Wonka chocolate bar and put it on the counter. You went behind the counter giving the price to the person who handed you a twenty dollar bill. You opened the cash register to put the note in and give change to the strange man. But to your surprise, it had disappeared leaving the bar on the counter. You went out into the street, looking for the man. There was no one on the street.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Bill asked, watching you go back behind the counter.

"Yeah, just...a weird guy who bought a chocolate and left it with all his change," you say, putting the change back in the box.

"Oh, (Y/N)! Do you have a secret admirer?"

"No way."

"Keep the helm if he hasn't touched it."

You stuck out your thumb to say you understood. You went to put the bar in your locker, deciding to save it for later. The passing night had been calm.

A new day was beginning for you. You were saying hello to the Bucket family on your way to Bill's shop. You passed a clothing store. The window has been eyeing you for a while. One of the models wore a cream-coloured wool sweater, a long pale pink skirt decorated with a brown braided belt and flat-heeled lace-up boots. You dreamed of buying your clothes. You dreamed of having beautiful clothes. But it was impossible.

"Did you see that some kid in Russia found the last golden ticket?"

"Yes, it was in the paper this morning."

A sigh escaped your lips. The last golden ticket had been found. You were walking away from the store to get to work. Luckily, the day was calm. A customer was quietly reading the newspaper and two others strolled through the shelves. The chimes were ringing, the fourth customer was none other than your cousin Charlie.

"Hey you," you waved, leaning against the counter.

"Hi (Y/N). Can you give me a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight bar, please?" he asked, handing you a ten dollar bill.

You took a Wonka tablet which you gave to Charlie before taking the ticket. You excused yourself from Bill to reach the cash register. You put away the note and prepared the change which you returned to Charlie.

"Russian ticket a fake. The nerve of some people," commented the customer who was reading her newspaper.

"It's not even surprising," you say, leaning against the counter.

"Forging a ticket. Come on," Bill commented back. Hold on. If the Russian ticket is a fake. That means there's still a chance. You watched Charlie unbox his tablet. But bad luck for him, there was no golden ticket. You were ruffling your cousin's hair.

"Aren't you disappointed?" Charlie asked looking at you.

"No," you say straightening up. "Because I know there's very little chance I'll find a ticket. At least you have the chocolate."

Charlie nodded slightly as he leaned against the counter to eat his chocolate bar. When you saw it, you remembered that yours was waiting for you in your locker. You went to have the Wonka chocolate before going back to your cousin. You were unpacking the candy in front of everyone. By removing the aluminum, you saw a golden glow emanating from your candy. You froze when you saw the gold leaf glow under the store's neon lights. It must have been impossible. Seeing your surprised look, Charlie asked you if you were okay. With a trembling hand, you slowly removed the golden paper on which it was written roughly: Golden Ticket.

"That's...," Charlie began in surprise.

"That's a golden ticket," Bill said when a huge smile formed on his lips. "You found the last Wonka Golden Ticket! In my shop!"

You giggled as you gaped at Charlie. You must have been dreaming. You hadn't slept properly the last few days. You pinched your forearm, but the pain confirmed that you were beautiful and wide awake. Charlie was rushing over to you when the man browsing the shelves rushed to the counter, offering to sell him your ticket for fifty bucks and a new bike. The second woman in the store was screaming that he was completely crazy and that she was giving five hundred dollars for the ticket. She was smiling in a way that wanted to be reassuring, but it made her feel scary. She looked like a witch.

"Enough! Leave her alone!" Bille growled, calming the customers who were devouring your ticket with their eyes. "Don't let anyone have it (Y/N)! Hurry back home!"

"Thank Bill!" You grabbed Charlie's hand and ran out of the store.

You and your cousin were running as fast as you could, under the curious gazes of passers-by. A huge smile stretched your lips. You couldn't believe you found the last golden ticket. You came running to the little cabin, Charlie shouted to his parents, working in the garden, that you had found him. You stormed into the house, waking up your grandparents. Mr. and Mrs. Bucket returned in their turn, arms full. You handed the ticket to Grandpa Joe who strained his eyes to see the ticket. His eyes widened when he realized what you had just given him. "

Yippee!" yelled Grandpa Joe before jumping out of bed to start a dance of joy.

The whole house watched Grandpa Joe dance as he handed the ticket to his son-in-law, who dropped what was in his arms, asking him to read aloud what was written on it. Your uncle took the ticket to read the instructions aloud.

Greetings to you,

The lucky finder of the Golden Ticket, from Mr Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand. For now, I do invite you to come to my factory and be my guest for one whole day. I, Willy Wonka, will conduct you around the factory myself showing you everuthing there is to see. Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a possession of large trucks, each one filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat. And remember: One of you lucky five children will receive an extra prize beyond your wildest imagination. Now, here are your instructions: the first of February, you must come to the factory gates at 10 am sharp. You're allowed to ring one family member to look after you. Till then, Willy Wonka.

"First of February? That's tomorrow!" you cried, looking at Charlie.

"Then there's not a moment to lose, Charlie!" exclaimed Grandpa Joe, looking down at his grandson. "Wash you face, comb your hair, scrub your hands, brush your teeth, blow you nose and..."

"And get that mud off your pants," joked Grandpa George.

Your excitement melted like snow in the sun seeing that the attention of the Bucket family was focused on your cousin. Wait. They all thought it was Charlie who found the last ticket. He had however said that it was you who had found him. Not him. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, which caught Charlie's attention. The boy nervously played with his fingers as he heard his parents discussing who was going to accompany him to the chocolate factory, to which Grandpa Joe announced that he was the one who would accompany him. Your blood boiled when you heard that.

"Okay," you say, approaching your uncle and aunt to take the golden ticket back from them. "Okay stop there now."

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Grandma Josephine asked, looking puzzled at you.

"Am I okay?" you asked nervously, clutching the ticket in your fist. "I look fine?! Guys! I found that golden ticket! It's not Charlie's, it's mine!"

The joy in the cabin was fading. You bit your lip ruffling your hair. You wanted to cry. It was always the same. Everything had to go to Charlie, the biological and desired child. You saw Grandpa Joe sit back on the bed with a bruised expression, as if you had told him that you had just killed someone. Mrs. Bucket was nervously fiddling with her fingers, mustering up her courage to talk to you.

"(Y/N), honey."

You were mentally pleading that she wouldn't ask you that.

"It would make...a wonderful gift for Charlie and Grandpa Joe..."

"Mom!" Charlie exclaimed.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. You shook your head as you backed out the front door. Charlie was asking you to stay, but you preferred to leave for now. Otherwise, you were going to say things you were going to regret. You left the cabin, running through the deserted streets of the city. You had to get as far away as possible from that cabin, from the Bucket family. You stopped in front of the gates of the Chocolate Factory. Your breath was erratic, tears blurred your vision and streamed down your cheeks. It was always the same, you had to sacrifice yourself for Charlie's sake. Your well-being came second. You hid the golden ticket in your coat pocket, you leaned your back against the wall, letting you slide down to the floor. You didn't care if the melted snow soaked your clothes, you didn't care if you were out late at one o'clock. You didn't care about anything now. You wrapped your arms around your legs, the pantyhose against your chest. You rested your forehead against your legs, crying silently. Your uncle, your aunt and your grandparents knew that you dreamed of visiting the chocolate factory and meeting Willy Wonka. All the stories Grandpa Joe told you made you want to work in a chocolate factory, but you didn't have a degree and because of your shabby old clothes, no one wanted to take you on as an apprentice. Bill was the only person who was kind enough to hire you. You heard the snow crunch under someone's feet. You ignored the person, thinking he or she was going to move on.

"Such a pretty young woman should not be left alone in the street at such a late hour."

You look up to see the man who saved you from an argument with a disgruntled customer. You quickly wiped away your tears as you stood up and rubbed the back of your pants, brushing the snow away.

"I… I needed some fresh air," you say, your throat tight as you fake a smile.

The man approached a neutral air and observed you attentively, which made you uncomfortable. The man held out his leather-gloved hand to your face, wiping away a tear that had managed to escape your eye. You looked at the man surprised by feeling the leather caress your cheek.

"You cry."

"It's nothing," you said quickly, taking a step back and giggling. "The last few days we've been crazy about the golden tickets."

Saying that, you took the crumpled golden ticket out of your pocket. Seeing that, a delighted smile stretched her lips.

"You got the last golden ticket! Congratulations, Barley sugar!"

"Yeah," you say looking at the ticket with some contempt.

"You don't seem very pleased."

"That's not it," you say, sighing loudly and leaning against the wall. "I was excited when I found the ticket, but..."

"But?" the man asked, leaning against his cane.

"My family thought it was my cousin who found it when I gave it to them. They were talking about how it was going to be my cousin and my grandpa Joe going to visit the chocolate factory. When I told them said I was the one who found him, I felt like I had told them that I had killed someone. All their joy had melted like snow in the sun and my aunt had the nerve to asking me to let my grandpa and my cousin visit the chocolate factory."

"She dared to do such a thing?"

"Yes, and it's not the first time. It's always been the same. My cousin's happiness comes before mine."

You felt your throat constrict and the tears that threatened to flow again. You bit your lip as you leaned against the huge wall surrounding the chocolate factory. You didn't have to crack. You had to change the subject. Your gaze rested on a shoebox and a bag from the store that had been eyeing you for a while.

"I didn't know the clothing stores stayed open this late," you say, forcing yourself to smile.

"They're not," he said, holding the shoebox and bag out to you. "Congratulations again on finding the last golden ticket, Barley sugar."

You took the bag and the box looking at the puzzled man. Was it a gift? Why had he done that? You opened the shoebox where the flat-heeled lace-up boots you had seen were. The most surprising thing was that they were your size. You closed the box to check the bag that contained the clothes you dreamed of buying. You looked at the surprised strange man while this one smiled.

"Wear them tomorrow, Barley sugar," he says before turning his back on you to disappear into the night. "Good night."

"Go-good night," you gape. In shock, you returned to the Bucket family cabin. You ignored your family who asked you about the packages you had. You went up to your room, joining Charlie who was sitting on the bed. The boy looked at you embarrassed.

"(Y/N)...I'm sorry about earlier," Charlie apologized in a low voice and playing nervously with his fingers.

"You had nothing to do with it," you say in the same tone. "I shouldn't have reacted like that. Maybe I overdid it."

"You're the one who found the golden ticket. I would have been mad too if someone had done that to me," he said when his attention fell on your packages. "What is it?"

"A guy I just met gave me a present," you say, showing your cousin the clothes and boots. "Look. I'll wear this tomorrow to visit the chocolate factory. You may also have some nice clothes for tomorrow."

"You mean that..."

"You seriously thought I was going to visit the chocolate factory without you?"

Charlie stood up suddenly, jumping for joy on the bed before jumping into your arms. You both laugh until Mr. Bucket comes up to the bedroom to see what's going on and to tell you to mute your grandparents. Charlie was apologizing to his dad as you put your clothes under the bed. You slipped under the covers, next to Charlie who was smiling smugly.

"Sleep, Charlie. We have to be in good shape for tomorrow."

Charlie chuckled as he pulled the blanket over his shoulder to fall asleep. You smiled seeing that Charlie was so happy. At least the day was ending on a positive note.

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