#help they did him so dirty in the seventh gif

[darthvaders]

Darth Vader + entrance

[babydollmarauders]

TIDAL WAVE — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem! reader

summary: in which Mark’s girlfriend and his best friend have a secret.

warnings: cheating, toxic/unwanted relationship(?), asshole-ish Mark at one point, NSFW!!, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), choking/breath play, dirty talk, dom!Luke, please let me know if i missed any

notes: takes place at umich. this is less of a pure smut and more of an actual fic that just has smut. inspired by Tidal Wave by Chase Atlantic. (6.6k words)

i never meant for this to happen.

i didn’t go into this wanting to break Mark’s heart.

i was always the one who got cheated on.

i was never the cheater.

but then Luke happened.

he brought out a side of me that i never even thought i had.

Mark pushed us together, really. Luke needed a tutor, and Mark knew i had the highest grade in that class. he practically begged me to tutor his friend; make sure he kept his grade up high enough to continue playing hockey.

so, i said i would help.

Luke and i started meeting up during our free time. we would do our homework together, and i would talk him through the lesson and make sure he understood it all.

we started off with meetings at the library. then we switched to meeting at a diner; where we quickly learned that the new setting did not help in our studies. rather distracting us instead, which lead to less time being spent on homework, and more time spent getting to know each other.

through our diner meetings is where we learned that we had a lot in common. both being the youngest of three siblings, both loving movies and the same music, we became best friends. we lost our filters around each other, our conversations ranging anywhere from hockey to what we liked in bed.

maybe that’s where i should’ve stopped. i should’ve drawn the line when we got so close that we started talking about our nightly activities. me complaining about Mark being too gentle and never seemingly wanting to hook up, and him discussing the girls that he hooked up with at parties, confiding in me that most of them ended up asking him about his brothers after the act.

our meeting location eventually changed again, first to the dining room table at sophomore house, typically backgrounded with Mackie and Dylan playing video games. and finally, to his bedroom, where we had no interruptions. no loud friends playing games, no hustle and bustle of waitresses, no distracting noises from others in a library. it was just us and our textbooks.

but then December seventh happened. Mackie and Dylan had left for their afternoon classes, Mark and Ethan out at theirs, and Luke and i were left with the house to ourselves.

we started out good. we sat on his bed, textbooks and laptops in front of us. then we got off topic.

one second we were discussing the homework, and the next, i was telling him about how i faked an orgasm the night before and i was still frustrated.

i didn’t expect for him to offer to help me. or for him to kiss me. and i certainly didn’t expect to kiss him back, or for it to lead to what it did.

but it happened, and now i’m too deep in. my heart is split between my boyfriend and his best friend.

we kept up our charade the next semester. claiming we were studying together for our current shared class, because we were great at helping each other. but as soon as the house was empty, every wednesday without fail, we found ourselves tangled in his sheets.

we were good at keeping our activities on the down low, for the most part. the guys had noticed that he quit sleeping around, and Luke was partially honest; telling them that he had a regular thing with a girl he really liked, but he was cautious to never drop my name.

i was caught at a crossroads. break up with Mark, my boyfriend of over a year? or put a stop to my activities with Luke, the only guy who’s ever been able to satisfy my desires?

**

“babe, you okay?” i’m struck out of my thoughts, by my boyfriend, his hand coming down on my knee, not exactly rough, but certainly not gentle in his inebriated state.

“hmm?” i hum, turning my head to look at him beside me on the couch. “yeah, i’m fine.”

another Wolverines win meant i was stuck at another team party. top hits blast from the speakers around us, red solo cups in nearly everyone’s hand as they grind against each other.

the sophomore guys are crowded around the couch, playing a round of truth or dare, and i’m nestled up beside Mark, silently observing.

“okay.” Mark brushes off my out-of-character behavior, tuning back into the game.

“Hughesy, truth or dare?” Ethan smirks and Luke rolls his eyes, a crooked smile plastered across his lips.

“truth.” the guys ‘boo’ him, but he lets their disappointment run off his back. “i’m not doing an Eddy dare.”

“fine.” Ethan groans, stopping for a moment to think before his face lights up, and i know he’s about to ask something he desperately wants the answer to. “who’s the mystery girl that’s put an end to your fuckboy ways, Hughesy?”

my body stiffens as Luke’s smile drops, his gaze flickering towards me so fast that no one else would’ve caught it.

“nice try.” he laughs the question off, sticking his middle finger up at his teammate. “i’m not telling you.”

“c’mon bro!” Dylan eggs on, nudging his friends knee.

“we just wanna makes sure she’s good enough for you!” Mark chimes in from his spot next to me, drawing Luke’s attention towards us. he looks straight into my eyes before he faces my boyfriend.

“trust me, you’d think she’s plenty good enough.” he tells him, a smirk drawn on his face. at his next words, i bite my lip so hard, i think i may draw blood. “you’d really like her.”

the guys howl, clapping their teammate on the back as he turns bashful under my gaze. his head drops down, a blush coating his cheeks before he stands up, a sound of disapproval falling over the group.

“i’m just going to get another drink.” he laughs, shaking his head. “anyone need anything?”

a chorus of ‘no’s and ‘i’m good’s come from the guys, and Luke looks at me.

“you need anything, y/n?” i grow small under his stare, shy and meek.

“yeah, i need a refill.” i shake my empty cup and rise to my feet. “but i can get it.”

i turn back to inform Mark that i’ll be right back, but he’s paying no attention to me. already wrapped up in a conversation with Mackie about some video game.

i heave out a sigh, slightly embarrassed, and face forward once more, only to find Luke still waiting for me with pity filled eyes.

we walk together to the empty kitchen, everyone spread out around the rest of the house, only wandering in here to grab another beer and leave.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, Luke.” i speak up as i pour a concoction of sprite and pink whitney into my cup. “he could catch on.”

he shakes his head, chuckling. “they’re too drunk to catch on.”

“regardless,” i sigh, looking over at him as he pours another jack and coke, my hip leaning against the counter. “we have rules for a reason, Luke. you can’t do what you did in there. looking at me before you answer. those vague hints to Mark. it’s like you’re asking for us to get caught.”

“i say fuck the rules.” shrugging, he turns to face me. “let ‘em find out.”

“Lu-”

“you deserve better, y/n.” he cuts me off, and i squeeze my eyes shut at his words. “i mean, he isn’t even paying any attention to you. he rarely ever does.”

“stop-” but he doesn’t.

“you deserve someone who pays attention to you. you deserve someone who knows you. inside and out.” i huff out a chuckle at his innuendo, but tears sting my eyes, threatening to spill over.

“i can’t, Luke. i just— i can’t.” i sniffle. blinking back the tears. “you don’t understand. our parents set us up, they think we’re good for each other. and if i break up with him— if i break up with him, my parents will blame me for ruining their friendship with his parents.”

“is their dream of having their children date and marry so that your families can be intertwined, really more important than your happiness?”

Luke’s hand lays upon mine on the counter. “because i’m sure it’s not. i’m sure they’d understand that you guys just weren’t meant for each other.”

i shake my head, adamant about my answer.

“no, i don’t think they would.” i huff. “our moms have practically planned our wedding from the moment Mark and i were born. you should’ve seen their reaction when we said we’d give a relationship a try. they basically straight out told us that we couldn’t just try, we had to last, because if we don’t, then we fucked up their friendship.”

Luke opens his mouth again to speak, but he’s cut off by Ethan stepping into the kitchen. i pull my hand back from the counter as if someone lit it on fire, stepping back from Luke as though to not seem suspicious.

“hey, y/n, you may wanna go in there. Mark is drunk, and you know what that means.” Ethan grimaces and i nod.

he’s hitting on other girls.

i thank him for telling me as i set my cup down, walking out of the kitchen and sparing a glance back at Luke, who watches me leave.

“c’mon, Marky.” i plaster on a fake smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes as i find my boyfriend. he’s locked in a conversation with a blonde that i’ve seen in one of my classes, pulling out all his best tricks in order to try and charm her. “let’s go up to your room.”

“no thanks, mini. i’m good.” my entire demeanor deflates as i watch him brush me off, but somehow the nickname usage slightly makes up for it.

“Mark, you’re drunk and you’re hitting on other girls, let’s go.” i try and speak with confidence, but my voice fails me; wavering on my last words. the blonde girl cringes, walking away when she realizes that he’s spoken for.

“mini, you’re killing my game.” he groans, finally turning to look at me.

“i’m your girlfriend, the only game you’re supposed to have is with me.” i sigh. “let’s go. you need to sleep off the alcohol.”

he whines, giving in and taking my hand, allowing me to lead him up the stairs and away from the bustling party.

i hate having to intervene when this happens, because i know i’m no better than he is. except i’m actually sleeping with someone else, he’s just trying to.

but our friends would be too suspicious if i didn’t stop him.

“i wish we had just stayed best friends.” he grumbles, not for the first time since we started dating. “dating you is one of the biggest mistakes i’ve made. we were so much better as friends.”

tears spring to my eyes, and unlike ten minutes ago, i let these ones fall.

he’s been doing the same thing— and saying the same words— since a mere month into our relationship, and i desperately wish i could disagree with him.

“trust me, the sentiment is shared.” i whisper to myself as we reach his room.

i push his door open, ushering him inside and watching as he lays down in the bed and lets out a yawn. i follow in behind him, shutting the door before i help him out of his clothes and into pajamas.

laying in the bed, he curls up against me, his head on my stomach as my hand rakes through his hair; lulling him to sleep.

why do things have to be so complicated?

**

i don’t see Luke again until wednesday. each time i’m at the house, he’s nowhere to be found. either in his room, or out with one of the guys.

in all honesty, i wasn’t even sure if we were still on for our ‘study session’ today. but i showed up anyway, loaded down with my backpack and a ton of stress from my morning classes.

“hey, y/n.” Mackie opens the front door, letting me walk in past him. “Luke’s in his room.”

i nod, eyeing him as he walks over and drops down on the couch beside Ethan, resuming their video game.

“don’t you guys have class?” i question, inching my way towards the stairs.

Ethan shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the tv screen. “canceled. professor is sick.”

i nod, bidding them a ‘see you later’ as i make my way up the stairs to Luke’s room.

his door is shut, but i don’t bother knocking, instead barging in as i have many times before. Luke is standing in front of his closet, a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet curls dripping water down his back. he spins around at the sound of his door opening and shutting, but relaxes once he realizes it’s just me.

i scan his body, my gaze lingering on his abs before i halt altogether at his exposed v-line from the low-hanging towel. my bottom lip catches between my teeth and it takes me a second to remember what oxygen is and why i need it.

snapping out of my sexually charged trance when i see his abs flex from his laughter, my eyes snap back up to his face, where a smirk rests.

“would you like me to take the towel off or do you just wanna keep undressing me with your eyes?” he teases, ultimately choosing to forgo a shirt and just grab a pair of sweatpants from one of his drawers.

“why didn’t you tell me Mackie and Ethan are staying home?” i hiss. “i wouldn’t’ve come!”

i rid myself of my backpack, dropping it on his bed as he puts the sweatpants on, hanging up his towel on his closet doorknob.

“precisely.” he winks. “you wouldn’t have come.”

retrieving my textbook and laptop from my bag, i roll my eyes at his double entendre and take a seat criss-cross on the floor at the foot of his bed. he follows suit with his own laptop.

“i’m serious, Luke. i would’ve just went back to my dorm. i don’t actually have any homework until next week and i didn’t plan on doing any today.” i pout, glancing over at him as he takes his seat beside me, so close that my knee brushes against his thigh. “now i have to.”

“i mean, you don’t have to.” he shrugs, his arm snaking around my waist. he uses it to pull me towards him, maneuvering my body so i’m straddling him. “been thinking about you all week, baby.”

“yeah?”

my cheeks flush as he nods, his eyes dark with lust as he leans forward to kiss me. his lips are soft against mine, tasting of toothpaste, which blends perfectly with my peppermint chapstick.

he grabs a handful of my ass, taking advantage of my resulting gasp in order to slip his tongue past my lips.

his fingers play with the hem of my tank top, pulling away to pull the shirt over my head, leaving my chest bare. he slides me off of him, my legs now across his lap, my butt pressed against the side of his thigh.

he dips down to attach his lips to mine again and one of his hands grips my hip, pulling me closer so that my breasts press against his shirtless chest, his other hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. while both of mine are tangled in his wet hair, slightly tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck.

his lips abandon mine in favor of leaving open mouthed kisses down my jawline, smirking against my skin at the sound of my quiet moans.

“Luke, you gotta stop.” i can barely get the words out, both from the pleasure that wracks my body as his tongue swirls my pulse point, and from the lack of desire to stop.

“hmm why?” he mumbles against my skin, not easing in his attack against my neck, but careful not to leave any marks.

“because the boys are right downstairs.” i remind him. “and no matter how much we’ll want to, we can’t go any further because your bed creaks and they’ll hear it.”

he pulls back to look me in the eyes, his hand sliding around so that it now provides a gentle stable grip on my throat. he uses that touch to slowly lower my body down, simultaneously removing his legs from beneath mine and hovering above me, holding himself up with the hand not currently wrapped around my throat.

“we don’t have to use the bed, baby.” his tone is low and dripping with sex, making me clench my thighs together at the sound.

i suck in a deep gasp as my bare skin touches the cold hardwood floor, my back arching and my chest pressing against his arm, which he uses to push my body down until i lay flat. i can feel my panties dampen at the lust that darkens his eyes when he feels me breathe in against his grip.

he lowers himself down above me, his body pressing grazing lightly between my now spread legs, as his lips attach to my breast, leaving wet kisses at the top of it. his hand slides down from my throat to let him thumb circle my other nipple, and i have to bite down on my lip in order to keep quiet.

“Luke.” i whisper out a moan, and he chuckles against my breast. his tongue kitten licks my nipple before his lips close around it, sucking gently and letting his teeth scrape incredibly lightly against it.

my hips buck up against him, finding friction against his abs, but he pulls away. he sits back on his knees, his fingers coming down to play with the waist band of my skirt, looking down at me in search of my approval. at my nod, his fingers sink into the fabric, pulling both the skirt and my underwear down my legs.

he flings the fabric to the side, neither of us paying attention to where they end up; too wrapped up in each other.

his gaze sinks downward to my glistening cunt, biting his lip as he drags his middle and ring fingers through the wetness. my body twitches as he brushes over my clit, already swollen with arousal. one side of his lips curls upwards into a smirk.

“look at you. such a good girl for me.” i nod my head at his words, attempting to grind down harder onto his fingertips, that have halted on my clit, providing just enough pressure for me to feel it. “so wet already.”

i whimper quietly and Luke fakes a pout, mocking my sound.

“you want me, darling?” he pushes down just a little harder on my clit and i sigh, my legs falling open a little more.

“yes.” i whisper. “yes, please, Luke, ple-.”

my words die off as he slips one finger inside of me, pumping it in and out slowly, and crooking it up to hit my g-spot.

my mouth forms an ‘o’, my eyes rolling back before fluttering shut. his other hand snakes up to provide weight upon my throat, applying just enough pressure to make it a little harder for me to breathe, but not impossible.

i seal my lips, placing a hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying out as he adds a second finger. as he pumps his fingers, he presses the heel of his palm against my clit, and the dual stimulation in addition to the choking has my face going red; my head dizzying.

Luke’s grip leaves my neck, allowing me to breathe a bit easier, and i open my eyes to see him hovering above me. his gaze flickers down to the hand that covers my mouth and i move it, his head dipping to press his lips against mine.

his hand that’s between my legs never eases up, only speeding its pace as he adds a third finger, and i can feel my release edging closer and closer as i begin to grind myself down onto his fingers.

my cries are muffled by his lips, swallowed by him while his tongue pushes against mine. he pulls back, his eyes scanning my face.

“that’s it, darling.” he coos, his nose nudging against mine, my hips still moving against his fingers. “ride my fingers.”

the chuckle he lets out, as i continue to obey his words, is dark. he slides down my body, lowering himself fully now to be laying on his stomach on the floor; his face so close that i can feel his hot breath on my cunt.

his fingers persist in their mission to get me off as he begins flicking his tongue against my clit, and i’m barely able to cover my mouth before i let out a high pitched moan. his lips enclose around the bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking, but never ceasing the motions of his fingers inside of me.

my legs snap shut as my orgasm quickly approaches, but he just uses his free hand to pry them open; hooking his arm under my thigh and holding it open so he can continue his assault between my legs.

“open up, darlin’.” he mutters against me, and the vibrations send me.

my breath catches in my throat, my eyes rolling back, and my toes scrunching as i come around his fingers, my hand dropping down to tangle in his curls, holding him in place as i ride out my orgasm.

my back arches as he sticks his tongue out, letting me grind against it, while his fingers still pump in and out of me, crooking up in a ‘come here’ motion.

i stop moving as i come down from my high, my body falling limp as i pant to catch my breath. Luke sits up, looking into my eyes as he sucks his fingers clean of my cum, humming at the taste.

“you taste so good.” he tells me. leaning over to kiss me, his tongue licks against mine, spreading the taste. “i don’t wanna share you anymore, baby.”

my eyes fall closed at his confession, finding it unfair of him to say when i’m still reeling from my climax.

“Luke,” i sigh, but he kisses me again, cutting me off and refusing to let me deny him of his request.

“he might kick my ass when he finds out, but i’ll take that beating.” he mumbles against my lips. “just let me take care of you. let me love you the way you deserve.”

his words are enticing, and in my fuzzy mind, unable to think clearly, they make sense.

“okay.” my response makes him smile and he eagerly presses a kiss against my lips.

“yeah?” he begins peppering kisses down my throat. “you gonna breakup with him?”

another kiss.

“let me take you out on a date?”

he sucks gently at a spot behind my ear.

“let me love you outside of these four walls?”

i nod, my head tipping back to allow him better access.

“good girl.” he whispers in my ear, his breath against it making me shiver.

his lips find mine again, his body hovering over mine, and i let my hands explore, dragging down over his abs until they reach his sweatpants. i rub his erection through the gray fabric, making him thrust into my hand.

“don’t start something you’re not ready to finish yet, darling.” he mutters, his voice strained from holding back.

“who said i’m not ready?” i ask him, voice sultry as i peer up with innocent eyes. “i’ve had a few minutes to recover.”

his head drops into my neck, groaning lowly as my hand strokes him through his sweatpants.

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks, biting gently at my shoulder. “want me to bury this cock so deep in your pussy?”

“yes.” i gasp, my heart racing and my core throbbing at the thought. “want you to fuck me so good.”

“okay, darling.” he nods in permission and i pull his sweatpants down, letting his erection spring free. he moves away to take them off completely, and i clench around nothing at the sight of him.

he lowers himself between my thighs, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing it over my clit twice before h lines himself up with my entrance. my hips involuntarily jerk, resulting in his tip pushing in, and he takes that sign to finally bury himself inside of me.

he pushes in painfully slow, hissing at the feeling of my walls encompassing him.

“you’re so tight.” he speaks through a clenched jaw, watching my face scrunch in pleasure as he pushes in, stretching me out inch by inch until his full length is inside of me. “you feel like heaven.”

he doesn’t move, letting me adjust to size, kissing me as he does so, but it doesn’t take more than a moment before i’m speaking against his lips.

“please, move.”

at my request, his hips pull back before snapping back in. my hands fly to his back, my nails digging in as he thrusts in and out of me. i cry out against his shoulder, his face dropped down in my neck, and i pray to whatever higher being, that the boys are still downstairs with their video game blasting; drowning out the noise of skin slapping and our sounds of pleasure.

“faster, Luke.” i whine, pressing a kiss to his neck.

he speeds up his strokes, and i choke out a moan at the same time that he grunts, pulling out all the way and then snapping his hips to harshly thrust in.

my nails scratch down his back, surely leaving marks, and he moans quietly at the feeling, pulling his head out of the crook of my neck in order to look at my face. i’m certain that i look like a mess; my face red, my jaw dropped open, and my hair spread across the floor behind me, but i can’t find it in myself to care.

“you’re beautiful.” he mutters, dipping down to kiss me. i bite at his bottom lip, resulting in a loud groan entering my mouth from his.

Luke pulls away, sitting up and gripping my hips as he begins to pound into me. my hips chase his, and one of his hands leaves my body. grabbing a stray pillow from the end of his bed, he lifts my hips, settling the pillow underneath me before lowering me back down on top of it.

the new angle has my eyes squeezing shut, my hands rising to clutch at my breasts in attempt to ground myself from the immense pleasure. i can feel his tip hitting against my g-spot, making me legs begin to shake.

my walls clench around him and i can feel his hips stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chases his high, and in attempt to help me reach my second orgasm, his hand comes down to gently push against my lower stomach.

tears build in my eyes and i stare up at him, finding satisfaction in watching him concentrate. his abs flex as he slightly hovers back over me, just enough so that he can reach my neck, and his hand wraps around it. my heart leaps in my chest in response to the pressure that he applies, cutting off my airflow for a moment before easing up just enough that i can breathe if i really need to.

i can myself getting lightheaded, a result of the stimulation and the lack of oxygen, and his grip slackens, allowing me to gasp in a breath or two before he repeats the process.

my legs shake, my back arching and my pussy clenching around him as i finally reach my peak, coming on his cock. it only takes a few more sloppy thrusts before Luke is freezing, hips stuttering.

“fuck, i’m gonna come.” he moans quietly, and i buck my hips up to fuck onto him, silently letting him know its okay while i’m still catching my breath.

the movement of my hips spurs on his orgasm, his head dropping back as he comes inside of me.

he falls forward, his body collapsing on top of mine. we stay like that for a few moments, catching our breath, before he slips out of me, causing a whine to escape my lips as he rolls onto the floor next to me.

my head lolls to the side, staring at him as he sucks in deep breaths, and in the post-sex haze, i can’t help but grin at the thought of he and i on a real date. my mind wanders, fantasizing about him picking me up from my dorm, flowers in hand, and taking me out to dinner or a movie.

but it all comes crashing down when i register the severity of what we’ve just done.

we had sex, with other people here. people who know my boyfriend. people who granted, may not be the most observant, but i’m sure would still recognize the sound of sex if they heard it.

“shit!” i curse, sitting up and scanning the room for my clothes.

“hey, what— what are you doing?” Luke asks from his spot on the floor, leaning back on his hands, watching as i pull my clothes back on.

“well, first i have to pee.” i start, glancing over at him. “and then, i need to peek downstairs and make sure dumb and dumber didn’t hear anything.”

he opens his mouth to speak but i cut him off. “god, that was so stupid. we could’ve gotten caught.”

his face deflates, his lips downturning in a frown as he nods.

“right.” he grits out, and i stop in my movements, tank top and underwear on, but skirt still in my grasp.

“hey.” i coo, walking over and dropping down his lap, setting my skirt beside us in favor of cupping his face. “it was just risky of us to do, is all. i don’t regret it, and i don’t regret you.”

he peers at me from behind his lashes, his eyes fluttering closed as i press sweet kisses to his cheeks before locking my lips with his.

“okay.” he nods in understanding.

“you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Lukey. i don’t want you to think that i regret anything.” i give him another peck. “i just— i don’t want this getting back to Mark.”

another nod, but then the corners of his lips curl up in a small smile.

“at least not until you break up with him.”

shit. i did say i would do that, didn’t i?

“Luke…” i trail off and his smile drops.

“you’re not gonna do it, are you?” he asks sadly. “it was just an empty, heat of the moment promise.”

“no.” i shake my head, my hands running through the back of his curls. “i’m gonna do it.”

i’m firm in my answer, having had enough of not having him in my arms, publicly.

“i just don’t know how.” i confess. “i’ve never broken up with someone, i’ve always been the one being broken up with. and i have to figure out how to do it without him getting pissed at me, so we can stay friends and hopefully we can break the news to our parents together.”

“you can do it.” Luke encourages, straining his neck to kiss my forehead. “you and your big, smart brain will figure out a way.”

a giggle escapes past my parted lips, and i rise from his lap, finally stepping into my skirt.

“i’ll be right back.” i whisper and he sends me a thumbs up as he pulls his sweatpants back on.

slipping out of the bedroom, i go straight across the hall to the bathroom, doing my business and making sure i don’t look like i just got railed, before i finally tiptoe halfway down the stairs. i peer over the banister, finding Mackie and Ethan still wrapped up in their video game, seemingly oblivious to the actions that happened right above their heads.

thank god.

**

it’s not until sunday that i’m able to get Mark alone at the diner, having needed thursday to think of how to break the news, and friday and saturday being game days, in which Mark is incredibly meticulous about his schedule.

i’m sat in a booth, nursing an orange juice as i wait for my boyfriend to arrive, my head perking up every time the entrance bell rings.

finally, in he walks, a beanie on his head and his university of michigan letterman jacket resting upon his shoulders, slipping his phone in his pocket. he smiles when he sees me, stalking over and dropping into the seat across from me.

“hey, mini.” he grins, leaning over the table to press a kiss to my cheek.

“hi, Marky.” my voice is weak, but i do my best to mask it with a smile.

“what’s wrong?” my brows furrow at his words.

“what? what do you mean?” i question, and his eyes flicker down to my cup.

“you’re drinking orange juice,” he laughs, taking the cup from my grasp to take a sip. “you only drink orange juice when you’re sad.”

he knows me too well.

“Mark-” before i can get into my speech of how this relationship isn’t working for either of us and that we should go back to being just friends, my phone buzzes with a reminder notification and i sigh. “sorry, one sec.”

digging through my tote bag, i pull out my birth control, popping a pill out of the sleeve and swallowing it, washing it down with my juice.

“why do you even take that anyway?” Mark scrunches his nose, and i’m sure i look like a deer in headlights when his eyes meet mine. “we barely even hook up, and i wear protection when we do.”

“birth control has more uses than just… controlling birth.” i remind him. “it helps regulate my periods and ease my cramps and-”

“makes sure Luke doesn’t get you pregnant?” his words are like a slap to the face, shocking me, regardless of the soft tone that he says them in.

“what?” i gape, my eyes wide and my lips parted “i-”

i’m rendered speechless. unsure of what to say. i refuse to deny the claim, because it’s true, and i’m sick of lying. but also not wanting to confirm, in fear of upsetting him.

“it’s alright, mini.” he shrugs. “i found out last month. came home to grab a textbook for my next class and heard you guys going at it.

“i was a bit shocked, but i understood.”

i open my mouth, ready to speak, but he cuts me off.

“he’s good for you. i can see that you guys really like each other, and i can’t blame you. i was a pretty shitty boyfriend, wasn’t i? but, i was an even shittier best friend. i’m the one who convinced you to give us a try. and then, only a month later, when i realized how much better we were before dating, instead of just breaking up with you and facing the consequences, i dragged it out for over a year.

“i kept you in a loveless relationship, just because i was scared of what our parents would say.” he scoffs, shaking his head.

my hand slides over on the table to grasp his. “Mark.”

“but, if you wanna be with Luke, i’m okay with that. i should’ve just ended this when i knew that we weren’t right for each other like that.”

my gentle touch turns sour as i smack his hand lightly, finally getting him to shut up.

“Mark, would you stop?” i sigh. “god, you have me feeling guiltier than i already felt. which is valid, i was a shitty girlfriend too.

“i could’ve broken up with you too. i guess we were both too afraid to hear the ‘you fucked up’ speech from our parents. but instead of just taking the loss, i cheated. and nothing can excuse that. no matter how much you and i knew that we weren’t right for each other, i still slept with Luke while we were together, and i’m so sorry for that, Mark. and i would understand if you were pissed at me and you never wanted to see me again. but i really hope that maybe you can forgive me, and we can just go back to being friends, because i’ve really missed my best friend.”

salty tears coat my cheeks as i sniffle, looking into Mark’s red rimmed and slightly puffy eyes from his own tears.

“i’d really like that.” he nods, giving me a soft smile. “and we can tell our parents together. maybe if we tell them that the break up wasn’t messy and we’re still best friends, it won’t be as bad.”

“oh thank god! i really hope so, because i don’t want us to be on the receiving end of our parents wrath forever.” i respond, making him chuckle. “so… is this like a mutual break up or…?”

“oh no- i dumped you. i definitely dumped you.” he jokes and i abrupt with laughter, a snort leaving my lips which causes him to laugh as well.

*

Mark and i walk back to sophomore house together, his arm draped over my shoulder and tears in our eyes from laughing at our own jokes. and for the first time in a year, i feel immense happiness in his presence.

Mark opens the door when we arrive, allowing me to step through and shed my jacket as he follows behind me, doing the same before his arm wraps back over my shoulder. we turn to find at least half the hockey team piled around the living room, a hockey game playing on the tv and snacks scattered all over the coffee table.

most of them only glance up at our arrival, waving or muttering a ‘hey’, before their sights set back on the screen, but Luke’s gaze settles on us, his eyes unmoving. i can see his face drop at the sight of Mark’s touch on me, and i glance up at Mark to see him already looking down at me with a smile. he nods, giving me his approval, and that’s all it takes.

i shed his arm off of me, stalking over to Luke and standing in front of his spot on the couch. he watches me with wary eyes, his expression stony, until i crawl onto him, my legs on either side of his lap. my hands cup the back of his neck, using my grip to pull his face up to mine.

“what the fuck are you doing?” he whispers, but i ignore him, lowering my lips to his.

his hands squeeze at my hips, his lips moving against mine, and i can hear the other boys in the room whispering a chorus of ‘what the fuck’s and ‘oh my god’s and even Rutgers ‘yo, what the hell did i miss’, but i tune them out.

pulling back, a smile paints across Luke’s lips, his gaze flickering to Mark, who i turn back and see grinning at us.

“i take it it went well?” Luke asks me, his nose nudging against mine as i turn back to face him.

“it went great.” i tell him. “he wasn’t mad. in fact, we facetimed our parents and told them together. they were pretty mad, but generally understanding when we told them that we’re still best friends.”

Luke’s arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him in excitement.

“hey.” Mark calls out, gaining Luke and i’s attention once more. “treat her good.”

i roll my eyes at his warning, but Luke just grins.

“i’ll give her the world.”

[lukesdice]

Could you do one where y/n is part of the 5sos crew on tour. She also has always been their close friend. Especially to Luke. While playing their show in Amsterdam, he suddenly realises that he had feelings for y/n.

Amsterdam

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning: Very small amount of swearing

Note: Thank you so much for the request! :) I hope you like it, and to anyone reading, please don't hesitate to send in more requests 🤍

You stared out the slightly dirty window of the 5sos tour bus, encapsulated by the many cyclists and artistic buildings stacked along the streets of Amsterdam.

It was the seventh night of The 5 Seconds of Summer Show World Tour and you were currently on your way to park the bus at the Ziggo Dome, the boys already hyped up to see their fans again.

You had been on the road with them for the entirety of the tour so far, working as their assistant whenever they needed something or had to haggle with employees of the different venues.

As well as their assistant, you were also joining them as a now long-time best friend of theirs, knowing the boys since you had met Luke at a party after the release of Sounds Good Feels Good, him and you quickly becoming close. He had taken little time to introduce you to the rest of the boys, quickly after you both became friends. However, you and Luke had always been the closest and not long after you met, you couldn’t help but develop a small crush on the lead singer, knowing it was wrong and that he only viewed you in a platonic way. That thought hurt your heart so you buried your true feelings deep below your skin and carried on as friends.

When you first met Luke in 2015, he had a girlfriend, who you couldn’t help feel a little jealous of as your crush developed on him. When they split in 2017, you felt ashamed that you had screamed internally with excitement and danced around your apartment a little. Even though you felt awful for Luke at the heartbreak he had felt at the time, you couldn’t deny to yourself that you had never really liked his girlfriend anyway. You always thought she treated him badly and just used him. Although you were happy they had split, you never showed that to him and instead you were by his side each step of the way to help him heal.

He had been through a lot the first few years you knew each other, and you had been his rock through all of his struggles and pain. But also through his happy days and highs. This had brought you closer together than anyone else could ever be.

“Y/N!”

You were suddenly ripped from your people watching and daydreaming, big blue eyes landing on you as you turned your head to where the excited voice was coming from.

“You were so out of it there” Luke laughed, his curly blond hair bouncing slightly.

You laughed in reply, nodding your head as you couldn’t rip your eyes away from his sparkling ones and his cute little dimples that were popping out as he laughed.

“Anyways, we are almost at the venue,” Luke began, “but me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to explore the city before soundcheck?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you tucked a stray hair behind your ear, smiling up at Luke who was leaning his elbow on the seat you were currently sitting on, his tall form towering over you and the smell of his cologne tingling your senses.

“Hell yeah, I would be well up for that” you replied, as Luke did a little happy dance at your reply. You giggled at how cringe he was, but you deeply loved it.

You stood up slowly and balanced yourself on the head rest of the seat, so not to fall over as the bus pulled into the parking area.

Luke gave you a soft smile and pulled his arm around your waist to steady you a little.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you”

Your heart warmed at his words and your stomach flip-flopped, the mixture of his firm arms around you, his hand tickling your hip and his kind words made you feel exceptionally dizzy. You desperately wished that you didn’t have to feel this way about him, because he certainly didn’t. You knew that, to him, this was just a mere friendship and he felt nothing when he touched you or hugged you, and that hurt so much more than the pain you felt over the years whenever you would see him dance with or kiss other girls.

“Thanks” you whispered in reply, as the bus slowed to a stop outside the venue.

“Alrighty, let’s go explore?” Michael piped up, standing and pulling a cap over his baby pink hair. “You coming Y/N?” He continued as you gave him a quick thumbs up.

“Of course!”

The five of you strolled down the streets of Amsterdam, stopping to buy little snacks and treats, as well as taking a quick look inside the Anne Frank House. You had stopped at a cute little clothing store, finding a furry pink coat that you had quickly forced Luke to put on, and taken a million pictures of him, gushing about how much it suited him. He had done a few poses in the long, narrow mirror that was propped against the dimly lit back area of the shop, before finding a matching pink cowboy hat and placing it on your head.

“How cute do we look?” He joked, as he snapped a quick picture of you both in the mirror, your bodies pressed against each other’s. You hoped and prayed that he couldn’t feel your heart beating out of your chest as your side was tucked into his, and as he leant his head against the top of yours.

“Oi you two, we are hiring bikes now, come on!” Calum shouted from the front door of the shop. You helped Luke pull off the pink coat before you both dashed out of the shop, catching up with the others who were now paying at a small bike kiosk.

You climbed onto one of the bikes as Ashton started peddling quickly past you, his curly hair blowing in the wind as you quickly peddled up beside him.

“Race you!” You joked as his eyes widened, the two of you trying to out-do one another.

“Hey suckers” Calum sang as he soared past the two of you on his own bike, instantly beating the both of you. You and Ashton looked at one another, rolling your eyes in amusement.

“Cheat!” Ashton yelled to Calum as you laughed at the pair, “Yeah Calum, such a cheat!” You called in unison with Ashton.

“What the fuck, how?” Calum laughed from in front, “you’re both just salty that I am a master cyclist” he boasted jokingly.

You started peddling slower so that Michael and Luke could catch up, who were just riding calmly and chatting with one another.

You smiled as you let the soft wind blow your hair backwards, admiring the trees dotted along the pavement and listening to the laughter of others as they walked hand-in-hand beside you or sat with their picnics on the grass that surrounded you.

“You look really pretty” Luke mused, as he struggled to balance his bike whilst cycling beside you, gazing over at you.

You turned your head to look at him, his cheeks tinted rosy pink as he realised what he had just said.

You felt your face go hot as the corners of your lips tilted upwards a little, your heart now hammering again, the happy noises around you suddenly drowning out.

“Um-I mean-” Luke stuttered.

“I mean, I’m very lucky to have such a pretty friend.”

Your heart sank a little at that. Friend. That’s all you would ever be to him.

You gave him a quick smile to say thanks, trying to shake his words off of you but not able to stop the word friend spinning in circles around and around in your brain, taunting at you and laughing at you.

Eventually you and Luke pulled your bikes to the side of the canal, colourful little and bigger boats dotted in lines down the side of the water bank. In your state of being lost in thought, you hadn’t even realised that you had lost the other boys.

“I think we lost the others” Luke said, circling his bike around slowly with his hands as he tried to find any sight of them.

“Oops” he continued when he couldn’t see them anywhere. He turned to look at you again, as you slipped back into your own thoughts.

“Y/N, you okay?” Luke asked, “you’ve been pretty quiet the last ten minutes.”

Luke had a small concerned frown on his face, his eyebrows slightly creased as a small curl fell in front of his left brow. This made you smile a little again, not being able to help yourself. He always looked so cute when he pulled his pouty frown-y face.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, not wanting Luke to think something was up and start questioning further.

“Sorry no I’m fine, just lost in thought and enjoying the surroundings” you replied as Luke nodded in understanding, seemingly taking your explanation for fact.

“Hey, you want to take a short boat trip on the canal?” He asked, motioning towards one of the boats where a small man was leaning again the door that led into the boat, puffing on a cigarette with his arms folded, a small sign next to him, welcoming aboard passengers.

You excitedly nodded and leant your bike on the grass below you, “Yes definitely, I’ve always wanted to try this in Amsterdam, such a romantic thing to do-” you rambled, suddenly realising what you had just said and stopping yourself, looking bashfully at the ground and cursing at yourself in your head.

Luke chuckled beside you and entangled his hand with yours, pulling you closer towards the boats.

Your heart picked up in speed again as you let Luke hold your hand, his warm grip melting away all of your embarrassment and anxiety, the colours and blue sky around you suddenly feeling a little brighter.

“Very romantic indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a little wink before turning his attention to ask the small man about getting a quick canal tour.

You felt your breath fall away from you at his words but your head knew that he just probably said that as a joke, to make you feel better so you didn’t feel embarrassed, or maybe he was flirting? No he definitely wasn’t flirting, he only saw you as a friend.

The two of you sat at the railings of the outside section of the boat, side-by-side as you gazed up at the slow moving rows of old buildings, and listening to the calm waves of water that splashed against the edges of the boat.

Luke leaned closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours, as he stared at you once again. You felt his gaze on you, suddenly a very nervous feeling washing over you. Every time Luke stared at you with that certain gaze, one that made you question if he really did like like you, you felt as if you couldn’t breath and that the whole universe suddenly became very dizzy and muffled.

“What?” You asked with a soft smile, finally turning to look at him. His blue eyes were shining as they melted into your own gaze, his lips turned a little upwards in a content smile, the blonde tufts, of the bottom of his mullet, tickled the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” he chuckled as he finally came back to reality, “nothing” he finished as he turned his attention back to the water ahead of you both.

“Forever a daydreamer, Luke” you giggled as you leant your head gently on his shoulder, him doing the same but instead atop of your head.

A few hours passed by, and you had eventually returned back to the venue for the show, finally meeting up with the other boys who were instantly jealous at the fact that the two of you had ‘sneaked’ off to a canal tour.

“We didn’t sneak off, if you all didn’t disappear and ditch us then maybe you could have come” Luke laughed as Calum rolled his eyes, “nah it was an elaborate plan to get rid of us!” Calum joked back, the boys already becoming silly and hyped up for their upcoming concert.

You had spent the next few hours running around and fulfilling your assistant duties, liaising with the venue staff and collecting drinks, snacks and equipment for the boys. As you dashed around, you heard loud chatter and excited cheering from the queues of fans outside, smiling to yourself and feeling intense pride for your best friends. You couldn’t be happier for them, and the fact that they were getting to fulfil their dream made your heart soar.

“Y/N, can you help me please?” Luke asked from behind you, half his body peering from behind the dressing room door.

You turned from setting up a tray of water bottles, nodding your head instantly without even knowing Luke’s request.

“Can you help me with my eyeshadow please?” He asked so innocently and softly, holding up a glittery palette and brush for you to take from him.

“Yes of course, let me work my magic” you giggled as you prized the makeup from his hands, and followed him to the dressing table which was situated in the corner of the room.

Soft rock music played in the background, a change from the normal loud music that they usually played before going on stage. The other boys had gone off elsewhere, probably to tune their instruments. You dipped the brush into the blue sparkly powder, Luke sitting on the seat below you as you hovered in front of him, your body situation in between his legs as you stood facing before him.

You dabbed the eyeshadow along his eyelids, swooping it out to create a small wing. You smiled at your work before re-focusing on making it look perfect.

The whole time Luke stared admiringly up at you, watching you as you intently made art upon his face, your free hand caressing his jawline to make sure his head stayed still in place.

You could feel his breath hitting your chin as both of your faces grew closer to one another’s, your own breath fanning his long lashes. You suddenly realised how close in proximity your lips were to each other’s, your noses almost brushing as you stopped applying the makeup for a short second. Your eyes flickered to his, which were already watching you closely.

“Hey” you whispered, letting your thumb run along his cheekbone ever so slightly, one of his blonde hairs curling around your pinky finger.

“Hey” he whispered in reply, as he reached his hand up to push one of your own strands of hair, which had fallen in front of your eyes, back to behind your ear, the cool metal of his rings brushing against your ear as he did so. You shivered a little at his touch.

“Just so you can see whilst doing my makeup” he spoke so softly, the soft beats of the music singing along to his gentle, velvety voice.

You nodded ever so slowly before casting your gaze back to your artwork, continuing on with his eyeshadow, as your heart rate sped up even more, breathing becoming heavier, and you hoped and prayed that Luke didn’t notice the state of anxious desperation you felt for him.

Suddenly a loud knocking was heard on the outside of the door, “Luke, five minutes until you need to be on stage!” You heard another of the employees yell from outside, you and Luke instantly locking eyes again. You quickly finished off his makeup and took a step back to admire your work.

“You look beautiful” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips as Luke’s cheeks became light scarlet.

He carefully stood up from his seat, once again towering over you and taking you in, with his eyes, for a short moment.

“I’ll see you after?” He questioned, acting as if he didn’t ask, then you would possibly disappear without a trace.

“Of course Luke, I’ll be waiting” you responded quietly.

“You’ll smash it, as you always do.”

The boys waved at the screaming and cheering fans, taking their places on stage as the bright orange curtain fell, the stage lights flashing and the beginning of ‘Bad Omens’ starting to play.

You took your place off the side of the stage, watching the boys begin to play and loose themselves to the feeling of euphoria, and to the rhythm of their songs. You danced a little and sang along as you did every night, grinning widely whenever Luke did his happy little bouncing movements, and whenever the crowd sang loudly to their lyrics.

‘Want You Back’ came to an end and Luke steadied his mic stand, lovingly looking out at the shining phone lights and happy fans in front of him.

“This next song is an old one” he began, as the crowd cheered crazily and excitedly.

“And I want to dedicate it to someone very special to me” he continued, the fans screaming even louder at his words.

“There’s someone in my life who I care for very much, someone who’s been by my side for the last eight years and whenever I’m with her-” he said breathlessly, the fans still going crazy over his small speech.

“I feel so disconnected from the world”

The fans cheered as the opening chords and lyrics of ‘Disconnected’ started playing.

For a moment you saw Luke turn and lock his eyes with yours, giving you a look from across the stage that made your heart batter against your ribcage, and almost knock you over from shock.

You didn’t want to be too presumptive but you were 100% sure that he had meant you, and when he gave you that look, you just knew.

As the set came to an end, the fans clapping and cheering as the boys took their final bow, waving and blowing kisses to the fans, you instantly felt nervous, impatiently waiting for Luke to be back with you.

Eventually the boys came tumbling off the stage, sweaty and full of their post concert high. Ashton galloped past you, giving you an excited hug, followed by Calum and Michael who were giggling with one another.

You smiled at them and congratulated them like you did after every show, matching their excitement.

You turned to face Luke who had just bounced off the stage towards you, his blonde hair all sweaty, the makeup you had delicately painted on him now a little smudged, but a huge grin still perfectly drawn on his face.

“You did amazing out there Luke, as always!” You cheered, as you pulled him into a warm hug. The two of you stood there in silence, arms wrapped around each other as the noise of the fans continued but began to die down a little as they began to leave.

“Did you hear my tribute?” He asked, suddenly becoming obviously nervous as he pulled away from your hug a little, but with his hands still grasping your sides.

You slowly nodded your head, unsure of what to reply, and hoping he would continue.

“Y/N, this is going to sound fucking cheesy and I might ruin our friendship saying this but I don’t give a fuck, I need to tell you” he began hurriedly, like if he didn’t say it fast enough then he would chicken out of what he was about to say.

“Whenever I’m with you, I find my sweet escape” he smiled, an air of confidence suddenly washing over him as he clearly knew how cringey he sounded but went with it anyway.

“And I’ve been worried for so long that you only thought of me as a friend and maybe you do, but Y/N,” he continued now more slowly.

“I fucking love you with all of my soul and mind and heart”

It took you a few moments to collect your thoughts, your whole body feeling weak and numb at his confession. You felt as if your heart just stopped, everything around the two of you blanking out as you stared dumbfounded into Luke’s worried blue eyes.

“What?” You asked, wanting him to say it again just to confirm it for you once more. Just to make sure that you hadn’t imagined the last minute that had passed by.

“I love you” he repeated, “and not in that platonic friendly I love you way, I love you like I love you” he rambled.

You laughed a little at his awkward way of wording his confession, but it made you fall for him even harder. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, clasping your hands behind the nape of his neck as he closely watched your movements, his breathing heavy and irregular.

“I love you like I love you, too” you repeated his words back, as he let his shoulders drop in relief.

“Can I-uhm” he began nervously.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mhm”

Luke leant down slowly, his nose brushing the tip of yours softly, his warm breath hitting your lips as you let your eyes flutter shut.

All of the noise and commotion around you became nothing, it was just you and Luke entangled in each other’s arms.

Luke finally pressed his lips to yours, both of you melting into one another and becoming one, as you felt him pull you even closer to him, his hands squeezing your hips gently.

You felt his tongue caress your bottom lip, noses pressed firmly against one another’s now, your hands tangled in his hair, as your lips deepened against his, never wanting to let go.

As you finally pulled apart, breathing heavily and staring into each other’s souls, chests rising and falling, and hearts beating in unison, the noises around you slowly became louder again as you were brought back into reality.

“Fucking finally,” Michael bellowed from behind you.

“I was sick of listening to Luke pine for you since he basically fucking met you!” He laughed, clearly happy for the two of you.

You smiled up at Luke, twirling the wet strands of his hair around your fingers.

“You were pining for me?”

Luke blushed a little again, “Guilty” he shrugged a little.

You laughed and lifted yourself back onto your tip toes to re-attach your lips to his, the two of you falling back into your disconnected world away from reality.

[youn9racha]

Natural Pleaser

TW// FLICKERING LIGHTS !!!!

pairing: bf!chan x gf!afab reader

genre: smut

synopsis: your boyfriend is a natural pleaser, he loves to make you feel good so he could feel good. And when you offered him yourself on his special day so he could feel good, he knows just the thing.

warning: piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), d/s dynamics, dom!chan, sub!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, heavy praise, cunnilingus, rushed smut, chris/chan is used interchangeably, chan's a sweetie so sweet you may get a cavity 😔, cockwarming? maybe?, slight choking but not for long.

words: 1.9 (?) k

a/n: uh... hi... its been a while lmfao !!! as y'all know, i haven't been posting lately because of, you guessed it, uni. it had killed my drive to write, but i decided to write this quick piece because its my ult and baby's birthday, and what better way to celebrate then write a lowkey self insert fic ??? 👹👹 anyhow, hopefully y'all would enjoy it nonetheless.

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOO, MY KING, NY LOVE, MY MASTER, MY FAVORITE LEADER, MY BABY BOY, THE BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN !!!!! I LOVE YOU SM BABY, SORRY I DID YOU DIRTY ON THIS FIC 😔🙏 YOU DESERVE BETTER WITH YOUR FINE ASS

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

Nothing could encapsulate your arousal, excitement, and glee like the birthday of your favorite man in the whole world. The ever so generous and kind love giving out from the heart in soul to those he loves, and to you was no less. He relishes in the good times you two share which adds another line of a story in the chapter of his love that is dedicated to you.

And to say you don’t feel the same way would be an understatement. The way you were currently staring up at his bedroom eyes as he was gasping and groaning at the warm tight feeling of your cunt that wrapped around his cock as his hips snaps into yours at a fiery yet pleasant pace.

His birthday celebration started normally, you two spent it with a simple romantic dinner that you and the boys helped plan. A typical social butterfly, he was accustomed to having a big celebration with his great sum of friends and having a wonderful time. But that was before he knew you on a deeper level; now he couldn’t care less about the number of people who show up and celebrates it with him, if you are there with him, he’ll take it over a party.

And that’s what it was, you and him having a bonding time together and giving him the best time of his life. You presented him with precious gifts that he would either ogle at a distance from the display window of a clothing shop or him placing it in his wish list, to which he responds with his typical humble yet appreciative objections.

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have…” he says with a big smile on his face.

And what you could kill to have that smile permanently on his face. You adored the man who went by Chris, you would do everything to please him and make him happy. Of course, he felt and did the same thing, but you thought that your love for him has exceeded the seventh heaven, which you tried to give him that, after telling him that he could do as he pleased with you while you teasingly rubbed your foot across his leg and ultimately his crotch under the table, smiling at him with that feign innocent smile that you knew drives him wild.

And you knew what you were in for when Chan dragged you out of the restaurant and away to your shared apartment. Once you two arrived at your complex, Chan dropped the gifts you got him on the floor, and his hands were on you instantly.

The closer you two got to your bedroom, the fewer clothes that attached to your skin, and once you two reached your bed, you two were practically bare, apart from Chan’s bottoms. A natural pleaser, the way he drew onto your skin with kisses that his plump lips provided with affection always gave you the sensation of electricity.

“Chan…” you sighed, nearly protesting him, it was supposed to be his day, he was supposed to be felt good, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that.

“Shh,” he hushed sweetly, his hardworking slender fingers roamed your body, touching your sensitive breast to your soft tummy to your inner thighs, “I know you want me to feel good, but,” his soft voice paused as he began kissing your jaw and it started to go south until you suddenly felt his breath onto your wet core.

“I could only feel good if you felt good,” he looked up to you with a smile before he began kissing your clit and began with his feast, savoring every drop of nectar you were handing him. You breathed heavily and gasped the more his tongue lapped more of your sensitive parts, with him occasionally pulling away to praise you and how good you taste.

“fuck, baby… you taste so good,” he chuckled slightly, licking his lips as your arousal stuck to his face, chin glistening with your juices. Before him pulling away, you felt almost orgasm, and he knew that based on your breathing pattern, moans, and the way you called his name as your grabbed chunks of his hair.

“Chris… Chris…”

That prayer you gave him, the way your toes were curling, your hips levitated across his face with his nose hitting your core, he knew your body language very well, better than anyone could imagine. And he didn’t want you to come on his face, that’s not what he needed, it not what you deserved most importantly.

Chan got up and began unbuckling his belt, you laid there beautifully with your legs spread, biting onto your thumb as you anticipated the exact moment you have been waiting for. Once his bottom and boxers were off, his already erected cock sprung out and slapped onto his lower abdomen, making you clench to the air and goosebumps cascading through your skin. Even though this wasn’t the first time he has ever been bare in front of you, he almost has a way to leave you enamored by the beauty that is his naked body. He noticed your reaction, making him chuckle and hold one hand on your face and the other on his cock.

“Aw, does my baby want my cock in her? Is that what she wants?”

It’s not so often Chan speaks like this to you, especially not when his hand that’s on your face has his thumb run across the bottom of your face while the other languidly strokes his parts, hissing slightly at the feeling, but to say that this moment was unattractive would make you a liar. You nodded back as you parted your lips slightly, expecting him to insert his thumb in, only for him to lower his hand down to your throat, his hand wrapped around it not too much where it was suffocating you but enough to leave you gasping at the surprising action.

He laughed as his hand slid down, his forefinger created a line from your chin to the center of your clavicle, “you are so cute, baby… I hope you know that.”

Each time he praises you, you feel yourself blush. His praises and compliments almost always hit you in different ways that no person could, no less in moments like these. His lips began to attach themselves to yours, sweet words still slipping through his lips with mumbles in hopes to melt into your skin. Your moan turns into a wide-open gasp as you felt him stretch your walls with his appropriate girth and length so well, however, in contrast to that unexpected action, Chan still sweetly kissed your cheek and jaw, complimenting you on your way.

“You take me so well—fuck,” he cursed at the feeling of how tight you were, driving him mad in the process. Despite everything, he was still so patient and waited for you to adjust before he starts moving in and out of you. While at it, you two took a moment admiring each other, taking in every physical attribute you two carried, especially with the way you looked at Chris, and how you wanted to thank his parents for creating and raising such a beautiful man. You always thought he was good-looking, but when you were being intimate with him like right now, his looks exceed handsomeness.

Once you gave him the green light to move, his hips began moving at a soft pace as a start-up, him humming at how you wrap yourself around him. He lifted his torso and adjusted your position once again by spreading your legs slightly further and lifting your hips slightly, just so he could have a better angle inside of you and would go at a favorable pace.

His two hands were on your hips and he started moving once again, this time faster than the last one, making you mewl underneath him. The room echoes the sounds of your mouths expelling out moans and whines along with wet skin clapping against each other with how Chris was going.

“Oh, my, (y/n)—you are so good to me, you know?” Chan groaned out his broken words. You two were feeling so good, neither of you is sober enough to comprehend what is happening as you two got drunk off each other.

Chan’s thrusts began to feel even more passionate as more praises escape his lips and more loud whines expelled from your mouth at your end. You were sure that the neighbors have heard the two of you, but it’s not like either of you cared. It wasn’t only because it was Chris’s special day, but also because you two enjoyed having this proximity with each other, loving each other like tomorrow’s the last day you two were alive. Even though you two are out of it, you are damn sure that your affection is up in the air, especially with how you extended your arm out to hold his hand, to which he did back, entangling his fingers with yours.

“oh, fuck—fuck, baby! I’m so close!” his voice became high-pitched as he felt his lower stomach heating up, and he knew you also felt your peak was reached, which was true, especially with how you yelped out his name while wrapping your legs around his waist. You two made eye contact, almost feeling vulnerable at the moment as you two nodded at each other.

“You’re gonna come with me, yeah?” he asked through his moans, his eyes sparkling mirrored yours. Incapable to speak, you could only nod and let out an “uh huh” as a response. He then asked another question.

“Can I please come inside? Can I cover you up with my cum?”

The question matching with his hot voice made you yelp even louder “uh huh,” as if to say ‘you didn’t need to ask, just do it!’

And he did as promised, as you two came down almost the same time, you felt yourself getting filled by a warmth downstairs, making you squirm and twitch as you shudder at the intense orgasm you just had. Meanwhile, Chris let out a slight squeal as he finally reached his peak as well, almost dropping his head onto your shoulders, making you two catch your breaths.

The once explicit sounds of lovemaking turned into pants as the intense activity left you two breathless. You patted on Chan’s back, and your fingernails then began running across his sweaty back, making his body shake as his goosebumps creep up to his skin. He lifted his head to look down at you with a smile, kissing your lips, it was chaste and sweet yet passionate and filled with love altogether, just like one would sum up your relationship with Chan.

Once he pulls away he smiles at you as he bites your cheeks, making you two laugh before you two stare straight into each other’s eyes again.

“Thank you for the best birthday, (y/n),” he kisses your forehead, “I love you so much.”

You smiled back at him, “I love you more, Christopher… glad I made it worthwhile.”

“You sure did!” He smiled his dopey smile which resulted in you two laughing once again before settling with another make-out session.

No matter how many rounds you two went, no matter what day it would be; Chan has always been a natural please, and there is truly no one like him.

[divineecelestial]

I'm Going To Ruin You, Eddie Munson | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

| Word Count — 6.3k |

| Summary — Eddie Munson has had a huge crush on you since the sixth grade and with the help of your "adopted" kids, you realize you might like him back. You make a move because Eddie clearly isn't going to. |

| Warnings — Graphic depictions of s*xual activity, Virgin!Eddie, slight Sub!Eddie, slight dom!reader, female reader, oral (m receiving) Please let me know if I missed anything! |

18+ Readers Only! Minors DNI

A/N — Just a disclaimer, both Eddie and the reader are over the age of 18, about to graduate so around 18-19 and they are in the same grade (Pretend he wasn't held back) Eddie is literally the biggest simp for you lmao

Eddie Munson was, quite painfully and embarrassingly, in love with you. And you were, quite painfully and embarrassingly, oblivious. The summer of seventh grade, when his nimble hands would ache from the metal strings of his polished guitar, he began playing with his small and unremarkable band with faded leather pants and studded jewelry. His deafening music would reverberate through the venue until his ears would ring and the conservative adults would usher him off the dirtied stage. He learned about his soul-shattering love for blaring music during the sweltering heat of that summer and the overwhelming wonder of one particular girl. He shouldn’t have missed a chord, shouldn’t have experienced that daunting nervousness when you stepped inside the crowded room. His performance was going well, something he was doing almost every night until his restless and thrilled eyes landed on you. You stood within the dull crowd with a glittering smile and his sweaty hands missed the chords as his thumping heart skipped. Your eyes glowed with the low lighting and your smile widened as you nodded encouragingly and he was a goner.

High school wasn’t a pleasant time for him. He had a small group of friends with poorly-made matching t-shirts, began selling a variety of low-leveled drugs, and despised the popular jocks with his entire being. He used his money on his extensive tabletop game and his guitar. He might have listened to his teacher’s lessons if you didn’t sit near him in every class you had with him. It was as if his teachers knew about his huge crush on you and purposely arranged their seating chart for his failure. 

And things might have been easier, simpler even, for him if you were only pretty and had no substance. He could think you were pretty and move on with his teenage youth, but you were the total package. You were strangely intelligent—the type of intelligence he had only seen in movies and you were top of your class. He was almost certain your IQ was unnaturally high and he could’ve sworn you knew archaic Latin and he didn’t even know that was something a person could learn. 

He may have been able to disregard your existence and label you as another popular know-it-all, but you were abnormally kind and didn’t speak with scornful or repulsed glares to anyone outside of the social norm. You tutored the underclassmen and brought them small and thoughtful gifts when they passed their finals. You joined the search parties for missing teenagers and brought extra flashlights. You even cleaned the gym after the pep rallies with the cheer squad. It might have been easier for Eddie if you were shallow and cold-hearted, but you were hellbent on ruining his life with your unwavering perfection.

To make matters worse for him, you were outrageously and unnaturally pretty. It shouldn’t have been possible, he often thought, for someone to look like you. He couldn’t focus on class and the lessons when he did show up because you would walk inside with your pink dresses and skirts that were too short but he didn’t mind in the slightest. You should have been on the cover of magazines and on the big screens. He could stare at you for hours and never be bored.

His pathetic crush on you remained one-sided, unknown, and buried until three unsuspecting freshmen were recruited for his Dungeons & Dragons club and his unreciprocated crush blossomed. 

Eddie Munson’s life was simple and uneventful, unbearably unornamented and he was okay with his simplistic lifestyle. He was certain his senior year was going to be brimming with forgettable experiences. That was until you walked inside the overcrowded corridor alongside the three freshmen that joined his club a few weeks prior. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas casually strolled beside you with their freshly-washed and wrinkled t-shirts for the Hellfire club and Eddie was convinced this was some illusion. He watched with wide and disbelieving eyes as the old metallic door closed with an echoing thud and the clamoring voices of the students faded into hazy nothingness. The morning sunlight poured into the crowded corridor and warmed your widening smile as someone made a joke and Eddie could’ve sworn this was a chick-flick slow-motion scene unfolding before him; you were moving through the crowd with golden sunlight across your soft face and a few of the students greeted you. He recognized Robin, a band student, playfully shove you with her shoulder and began speaking to you as if she knew you her entire life. 

You rubbed the light brown curls of Dustin Henderson with a teasing smile, chuckling as he shooed your hand away before you stepped inside your classroom with Robin. Eddie closed his decorated locker with a reverberating echo before stomping on the disappearing group of young boys. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were friends with [Your Name]?” The question fell from his tight mouth before he could even process what he was asking. The group of boys jumped at the sudden arrival and they began glancing between each other, stuttering as they struggled to choose an appropriate answer. 

Dustin nervously shrugged as his wide eyes moved to his Dungeon Master’s. “We were supposed to?” 

There was a moment of brief silence as Eddie analyzed them. “How long have you known her?” He tried asking the question casually, clearing his throat as he loosened his tense muscles. 

Lucas hesitantly inched closer. “Two years or so?” He answered, slightly confused. You occasionally babysat for them when they were younger, mostly gossiped with Nancy on the duvets of her bed, and endured every unfortunate event with the Upside Down and the Russians alongside everyone. “She used to babysit us.” The answer wasn’t a lie, just not the entire truth.

Eddie clapped his jeweled hands together. “Great,” He declared and the young boys couldn’t dismiss the glimmer of undiluted elation swirling within his dark eyes. “You’re going to put in a good word for me.” He was convinced his five-year plan of making you gradually fall in love with him was going absolutely nowhere—which was it was because he couldn’t even speak to you without becoming a stuttering mess. But, these endearingly annoying freshmen were his chance to make something happen.

Mike furrowed his eyebrows together with thick confusion. “Good word?” 

“Yeah, tell her all about my wonderful qualities.” There was another silence as the three of the freshmen exchanged knowing glances. There wasn’t much they could tell you. Eddie rolled his eyes. “Think of something!” 

Dustin quirked an eyebrow. “And why can’t you just talk to her yourself?” Eddie simply provided an exasperated look that said, ‘Are you seriously asking that question? “Yeah, makes sense. All right.”

The cafeteria was brimming with clamors of thundering voices as everyone dispersed to their designated tables. Some of the jocks idly threw basketballs and cheerleaders fumbled with their green and yellow pom-poms, there were some random musical notes echoing from the practicing band kids, and the laughter from the Hellfire Club traveled through the crowds. Eddie spoke with some of his friends, casually munching on a small bag of chips as they discussed their ongoing campaign. It had been developing for weeks and the end was nearing. He was immersed in the conversation, far too submerged with the intensity of his story-telling to have noticed your approaching figure. You were speaking with Dustin, who was attempting to convince you that you didn’t know what you were talking about. “You’re crazy if you think pizza is better than burgers.” He exclaimed and you rolled your eyes, placing your tray across from him. 

You opened your soda and didn’t notice as the conversation dissipated, slowly fading as the members of the club looked at you with wide eyes. “What do you know? You’re, like, ten.” You joked as you took a bite of your food.

Dustin raised his eyebrows as if he heard the most insanely stupid remark, which to him it was. “Fourteen!”

You waved your soft hand dismissively. Your cheeks were full, extending outward as you chewed on your jampacked sandwich. Your eyes glanced from your tray to the gobsmacked Eddie Munson, who was staring at you as if you were some movie star. You smiled as you tried to swallow your food and wiped the crumbs from the corners of your mouth. The table was unbearably silent as your inquisitive eyes moved around, furrowing your eyebrows together. Everyone seated around and beside you, the boys wearing faux leather and studded jewelry with their Hellfire t-shirts, all knew about Eddie’s pathetic crush on you and they were waiting for something to happen. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” You glared accusingly at Dustin. “Dustin said it was cool if I joined.” The boys were uncharacteristically enthusiastic when discussing their upcoming club meeting. You were well acquainted with the typical male teenage excitement about board games, but today had been different. Their dungeon master was revered among them and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a small crush on him your freshmen year.

Eddie swallowed the lump lodged within his throat as he hurriedly shook his head. “N-No, that’s completely fine.” He reassured, his voice somewhat hoarse. He cleared his throat, composing himself. “We were just talking about our campaign.” He braced himself for the immediate disinterest you were inevitably going to express, maybe even disgust or fear. The newspapers and popular magazines were labeling the game as ‘satanic’ and for cultists, which wasn’t favored in the small and conservative town of Hawkins. 

Unexpectedly, your eyes brightened as you leaned forward. “Oh, for Dungeons & Dragons, right?” You questioned, your beckoning eyes glittered with genuine curiosity. “I’ve watched the boys play. Actually seems like fun.” His heart lurched and he was surprised it didn’t tear through his shirt and land right on your manicured hands.

Dustin smiled brightly. “It is! You should join us the next time we play.” 

Eddie was moments from unleashing a painful kick to the boy’s shin before your eyes widened. “Really?” You almost seemed hopeful? “I mean, I would, but I don’t know how to play.” 

“Eddie can teach you!” Eddie was surely going to strangle him until his eyes bulged out. 

Your smile was enough to make a grown man fall to their knees. “You have time in your schedule to teach me with all your devil-worshipping and cult activities?” You asked teasingly.

With the way you were looking into his eyes with a blithe softness, he would have thrown away all his responsibilities to make time for you. “I can postpone my ritualistic sacrifice for another day.” 

“Perfect.”

Eddie gathered his belongings from his locker, which wasn’t much, and sloppily stuffed his bookbag and chose to ignore the crumpling and tearing sounds of his loose papers. He slammed the metallic door and released an oddly high-pitched shriek as you appeared beside him. Your temple rested against the wall of lockers as you clutched your textbook between your crossed arms. The few remaining students roaming the corridor glanced at where you both stood with perplexed expressions. Your eyes widened as you laughed, gently placing your palm on his exposed forearm. “Oh, my God, I didn’t mean to scare you,” You exclaimed as your boisterous laughter filled his ears. “But, I will admit, that was hilarious.” The world despised him and he didn’t know what he did to deserve this. His cheeks flushed but he couldn’t be too mad when you looked so pretty smiling at him like that.

He forced himself to keep his dark eyes on you, painfully ignoring your soft hand touching his skin. “Hilarious, I’m sure.” He feigned an annoyed eye roll but his small smile was still visible. “Did you need something other than giving me a heart attack?”

You smiled sweetly. “Yes, actually. I need a favor. Can you give me a ride home?” Now, he certainly didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he wasn’t going to complain. Before he could answer, you continued. “It’s just my car is getting fixed and Steve usually is the one who I can count on for last-minute rides, but he picked up a shift and I would totally owe you one.” 

He didn’t even have to think before his mouth began moving. “Yeah, no problem.” You released a relieved sigh. He motioned for you to move forward. “After you, m’lady.” He cringed as soon as he said it but you grinned. As he opened the school’s doors for you, he thought about what he had just agreed to. You were going to be inches away from him and he was going to be smelling your florid perfume and it was just going to be just you two within the small confines of his car. What the hell was he even going to talk about without seeming like an idiot? “Is it true you know archaic Latin?” He asked, unlocking and opening the passenger door for you. He was relieved that he dumped most of his trash away that morning.

When he entered the driver’s side, your eyes were already on him. “Partially true. I’m still learning.” You answered, buckling your seatbelt as he turned the ignition. “Is it true you’re still in a band?” You watched as the verdant trees surrounding the small town slowly blurred. 

He chuckled nervously. “Completely true. We play at The Hideout.” He chanced a small glimpse at your distracted figure. This was something he thought would only happen within his daydreams. You were peering outside the clear glass of his window, the smooth skin of your neck on display, and the fragrance of your expensive perfume filled his nose. “Is it true you’re dating Jason Carver?” He regretted the words as soon as he heard them. He had heard the rumors, everyone had, but there was a small hopeful part of him that didn’t believe them. You weren’t invested with high school popularity like Jason and his clique was. They were obsessed with maintaining an immaculate image and you didn’t really care. That’s why almost everyone liked you.

You turned and your eyes narrowed, cocking your head almost tauntingly. “Is it true you’re hooking up with Chrissy Cunningham?” You asked. The question was a challenge and if he didn’t know better, he was sure you were almost too curious about his potential answer. 

His eyebrows furrowed together and he immediately shook his head. “No! She just wants to buy from me.” He reassured quickly. “She’s nice, but I don’t like her like that.” 

You loomed closer, the leather of his seats moaned beneath you. “Oh, so you do like someone?” Your skirt moved upward as you leaned, the fabric shifted and the smoothness of your thighs became exposed. 

His grasp on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles blanched. “I mean, doesn’t everyone?” He replied. 

“I suppose you’re right.” There was a thoughtful pause. “Does she know?” 

He swallowed the threatening words. “No, and I think I’m going to keep it that way.” He chuckled, though there was nothing comical about this situation for him. “You know, spare myself from the undoubtedly embarrassing rejection.” He tried to make the joke casual and nonchalant, but the words hurt as he said them. 

You rolled your eyes. “How will you ever know if you don’t even try?” 

“That’s easy for you to say.” The yellow beams of afternoon sunlight warmed your exposed skin as your fingers brushed against the cool metal of the window. He was supposed to be centralizing his focus on the empty road, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than you. He watched as the sunbeams illuminated the shadows of your face and you were drowning within a wave of golden sunshine. He would have taken a polaroid photograph of you if he could. You raised an inquisitive brow and a teasing smile rose on your lips. He was a goner. “Oh, come on, [Your Name], you’re you! The Queen of Hawkins. I don’t think you realize just how many people want to date you.”

You laughed as if the mere idea was ridiculous. “None of that stuff matters, Eddie. It’s just high school shit. Any girl would be lucky to have a chance with you.” 

There was a nervous chuckle as he slowed the car for the upcoming red light. “In case you somehow forgot, I’m the freak that plays D&D and sells weed.” As he said the words aloud as you stared at him with an inquisitive gaze, he realized how much you were out of his league. The difference between you two was monumental. He was nobody and you were somebody. “Not a lot of girls are lining up to out with me.” 

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “Oh, come on. That is so not true!” 

He raised his eyebrows. “Really? Name one girl.” He said, completely unbelieving your words.

You hesitated. “Margaret from fifth period.” You were seconds from revealing your slight crush on him—a crush you thought you had gotten over, but those young kids you practically adopted brought every interest you had in him back. 

Eddie laughed loudly, an unexpected but pleasant sound. “You are so full of shit, [Your Name].” 

You couldn’t refrain from laughing beside him. “I’m telling you the truth,” You said, your cheeks aching from how much you were smiling. “You would notice if you just paid a little bit more attention.” 

His cheeks blushed as he shifted on his cushions. “And you notice?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Kind of hard not to when she’s doodling Mrs. Margaret Munson and drooling.” She had used every color of her multi-colored pens to draw around her notebook. 

He cleared his throat, chancing a small and tentative glance towards you. “No, I meant you noticed me?” He wanted so desperately to hear that you, the idolized and worshipped queen of Hawkins, noticed him. 

Your gaze softened as the corner of your glossed lips rose. “Of course, I noticed you.” There was something definitive about your voice, like the mere idea of not noticing him was ridiculous. “I notice everything about you.” 

He had to force himself to disregard the fluttering inside his stomach. “Is that so?” He asked, his round eyes lighting up. “Like what?” 

Your expression brightened. “You stare at me a lot.”

He scoffed, his face scrunching. “What? No, I don’t.” He lied, but there wasn’t anything believable about his words.

“Eddie, it’s kind of hard to miss those big brown eyes.” You knew he stared at you, almost any chance he got when he thought you wouldn’t notice, but you thought it was cute. His eyes would widen with embarrassment before he would scribble indecipherable notes on his notebook, pretending he wasn’t just caught with heart eyes. “It’s okay to admit it.”

There was a moment of silence as Eddie attempted to refocus on the empty street, his flushed cheeks deepening. “I can’t help it,” He reluctantly admitted, his palms dampening on the steering wheel. “No one should be that pretty.”

You straightened as your golden expression softened as the words fell from his blush-pink lips and your slightly shocked eyes fluttered away from him, glimpsing at your baby pink nail polish. He must’ve been drowning inside his own imagination because he could have sworn you looked almost…flustered? No, that couldn’t be right. You were Hawkins’ ‘It-Girl’ and sinking with constant compliments. He had seen you receive them daily. There was a routine with you when you received another compliment; you beamed brightly and provided them a dazzling smile, genuinely thank them, and give them one in return. The good-looking jocks constantly kiss your ass and the pretty cheerleaders praise you for almost everything you did and wore. But he had never once seen you appear flustered. 

You hesitantly returned your timid gaze to him. “You’re just saying that.”

Eddie stopped at another stop sign and fiddled with the silver band of his ring. “Definitely not,” He glanced at you and he was overwhelmed with how pretty you looked. “[Your Name], you are easily the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” There was no coming back from his sincere admission. He knew it as soon as your eyes sparkled before you tore them away from him, examining your manicured nails as if they were the most interesting thing you’d seen. 

You opened your mouth before closing it again. Your mouth felt dry. “You see? You can woo any girl if you just tried.” You joked, desperate to diminish the feeling of anxious butterflies flooding your stomach. “How the hell did you manage to get girlfriends before?” 

The embarrassment burned through him like a wave of crashing lava. “I’ve never actually seriously dated anyone before.” He talked to a few girls before, nothing worth any significance and they usually ended up as them remaining friends. And it wasn’t completely his fault. He would like a girl, try and fail at making a move, they would flirt and talk, and then any chances of a romantic relationship crumbled every time you unknowingly walked back into his life. 

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, my god? Really?” There was nothing teasing or snotty about your remark. You sounded genuinely shocked that he hadn’t dated anyone before. 

He groaned with an adorable shyness. “This is the one conversation I don’t wanna have,” He playfully whined. “It’s embarrassing.” Which it was. Telling the one girl he’s had a crush on for as long as he can remember that he had no game was the worst thing that could’ve happened during this car ride. 

You raised your hands in a surrendering motion. “Okay, okay. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll tell you something embarrassing about myself.” You breathed out slowly, closing your eyes tightly. You couldn’t believe you were going to admit this. “I’m so gonna regret this, but I used to have a crush on you—OH, MY GOD, EDDIE!”

The car swerved and your head nearly smashed into the passenger window before Eddie quickly regained control over the steering wheel. His eyes were wide as you screamed beside him. “I’M SORRY, I FREAKED OUT!” Another car honked wildly at you both.

You gripped the handle beside the glass panel, panting. “WHY?”

“BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU LIKED ME!”

Your house slowly appeared across the road and you clutched your chest, closing your eyes as you sighed. “Holy shit, remind me to never get in a car with you again.”

He was silent as he pulled up to your empty driveway. “You know, my brain is kind of just repeating the part where you had a crush on me.” He said, pointing to his head with a confused expression.

You nodded, grabbing your belongings. “Let’s talk about it inside.” You said, opening the car door. “My parents aren’t home.” He didn’t know how to string a sentence together to explain the wide array of emotions he was experiencing. Swallowing the lump lodged uncomfortably in his throat, he nodded wordlessly. He didn’t trust his voice not to crack. You gently grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. You closed the door behind him, the wooden frame rattled from the sudden force.

Eddie, with a delicate glimmer of wonder, glanced around the house. He looked out of place. His trailer was gloomy and dreary, lifeless. He wasn’t used to seeing a house filled with color and liveliness. You both moved through the emptiness of your home and soon you were in your room. You would peer over your shoulder, making sure that he was really there and not some figment of your imagination. You had fantasized about bringing him to your room and what you both would do if given the chance. Shaking your thoughts, you tossed your bookbag beside the doorway and kicked off your shoes. He examined your belongings placed throughout your room with slight delight. A small smile rose on the edges of his lips as he saw the framed photograph of you, Robin, Steve, Nancy, the young boys, and two kids he slightly recognized. You all looked so happy, unbothered. 

The afternoon sunlight poured into your room and landed on you like a wave of stellar luminosity. “Can’t believe I’m in your room.” He mumbled, looking at your bright wallpaper. This was something he thought of often but knew was never going to happen. But now here he was.

You sat on the edge of your bed. “Yeah, me neither.” You pat the spot beside you. “Sit next to me.” You said, your eyes resembling lavish gemstones.

He complied. “Explain now, please, because I’m freaking out.” 

You chuckled before inhaling deeply. “Okay, it was freshmen year and we had English together. We were partners and we had to write love poems and read them out to each other. Remember that?” You asked him, nervously plucking at the loose thread of your sheets. He nodded. “The way you read your poem kinda had me crushing on you after. And you were in a band and had the tattoos and had the whole ‘bad-boy’ vibe and I was a goner.” And the pathetic truth was that he wrote that poem for you. He was experimenting with his lyrics on one particular night and there was a surge of inspiration when he thought of you. As he read the poem to you, it was an admission of how he really felt. 

“My God,” He exhaled sharply. “And how long did that crush last?” 

You grimaced, covering your face as you laughed. “Until sophomore year ended—”

His dark eyes nearly bulged from his head. “What the fuck?” He practically yelled. He was pissed at himself for not even noticing. “You had a crush on me for an entire year?” 

You peeked from behind your hands. “I know!” You exclaimed, “I tried, you know, making a move, but you brushed me off. I tried asking what Hellfire was about, maybe even sit in during one of your meetings, but all your friends said no and you just kind of agreed before leaving. Then summer break came and I didn’t see you for awhile.” 

He shook his head before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to kick all their asses.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “I just figured you didn’t like me back.” You said, casually placing your hands within his own, interlocking your fingers with his.  His eyes were on you, flickering from your eyes to the plumpness of your lips, then the nail polish of your nails.  He looked like he was lost in thought. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Give me a second. I’m trying to hype myself up for what I’m about to say.” 

You giggled. “Your hands are really sweaty.” 

He chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah, happens when I’m really nervous.” 

You gazed upward at him through the thick rim of your lashes. “Why are you nervous?”

His mouth opened, then closed before he found the right words. “Because you’re really pretty and I’ve had a crush on you since the sixth grade.” 

And there it was; the subtle yet undeniable shift in the atmosphere. You blinked. “That’s seven years.”

Eddie pressed his lips together. “Trust me, I know.” He knew it like the back of his hand. Every year he was thrown into the downward spiral of being a ‘freak’ and every year you only got smarter and sweeter and prettier. 

You twisted the silver band of his ring, failing to restrain the threatening smile. “This whole time?” You asked.

His cheeks darkened as he nodded. “Every time I thought I was getting over it, you’d walk into class on the first day back from summer break and I was done for.” He was trudging through thick embarrassment. “Every time.” He muttered, mostly to himself.

You inched closer. “You never said or did anything.” 

His laugh was small. “I was sparing myself from the undoubtedly humiliating rejection.” 

You could smell his cheap cologne as you licked your lips. “Well, say or do something now.” 

His breathing hitched. “[Your Name], I’ve had a crush on you since the sixth grade and I remember practicing this speech for this exact moment in front of a mirror but I can’t even think straight with how pretty you’re smiling at me right now.”

You were giving him huge heart eyes. You reached forward, placing your palm against his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast right now.” The erratic rhythm skipped as your fingertips grazed his necklaces. 

He glanced at your hand touching him. “I’m pretty sure it’s gonna stop.” 

Pulling your hand away, you leaned forward. “I can’t have you dying before I can tell you that I like you back.” 

Eddie was certain his heart stopped right then and there. It had to and he was dead and this was all some twisted figment of his succumbing mind. This couldn’t be real. “You like me?” He was breathless.

You smiled brightly and that sight was enough to hang in museums. “Yeah, the crush came back when the boys started talking about you all the time. How you were so cool and funny, and before I knew it, I was crushing on you again.” The feeling was gradual, slow and unsuspecting until he smiled a cocky grin while being lectured by the teacher. He remained indifferent, disregarding the teacher’s harsh glares and repeated lectures, strived on being the freak and troublemaker, but blushed with a faint redness whenever you smiled at him. 

Eddie nodded, swallowing deeply. “Me? As in…me?”

You laughed at his disbelief. “Yes, Eddie Munson, I have a big and stupid crush on you.” There were very few things Eddie wanted to memorize; the lyrics of his favorite album, the upcoming schedule for his club meetings, and the laugh you made when it was because of him.

He wiped at his forehead. “I feel like I’m dreaming. This has got to be a dream.” You loomed closer and he could smell your perfume. His eyebrows furrowed together as he glanced at the sheen of your mouth. “Your lips are getting really close to mine.” His voice was a breathless whisper as he wiped his damp palms on his thighs. 

You gave him a ghostly smile. “That normally happens when someone is trying to kiss you.” Your hand caressed the stubble of his cheek, your thumb softly grazing his bottom lip with a tenderness he’d never experienced. He leaned into your touch and relished the feeling of being held lovingly. He didn’t realize how starved he was for you until he was sighing into your hand. Your teasing breath brushed against his skin as you inched closer, the warmth of your mouth radiating. 

Every inch and aching cell of him became yours when you closed the distance, the sweetness of your lips coursing through him. And as you kissed him, he knew that he was done for. He belonged to you for eternity. He didn’t know how was living without ever having felt you against him, to taste you and smell the fragrance of your perfume as he deepened the kiss. Your body curved into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him into you. His hand moved against the softness of your exposed thigh, his fingertips gently squeezing. You moaned into his mouth as you desperately kissed him and he was certain that was the prettiest noise he’d ever heard. You reluctantly pulled away, inhaling deeply as his eyes remained closed for a few seconds. “Don’t stop,” He mumbled, giving in to the surge of confidence as he pulled you back. “Not yet.” His calloused hand moved higher, the fabric of your skirt tickling his hand. 

He kissed you as if he needed you and you could feel the lace of your underwear dampening. He withdrew his lips and pecked you one more time. “That was better than I ever dreamed of.” And he had dreamed of this exact scenario multiple times, wondering how you would taste and sound as he touched you. 

You smirked, your eyes glittering with sinful mischief. “You fantasize about me, Munson?” Your finger dragged against the fabric of his ripped jeans. You stopped at his silver zipper, lingering as you watched him fall apart. 

He swallowed, glimpsing down as you drew teasing circles around his hardening crotch. “I-I, um—” 

You softly kissed his jaw, pressing your lips against the softness of his neck as he exhaled shakily. “Answer me, Eddie.” He hadn’t expected you to confess your feelings and kiss him and he definitely didn’t think he was going to lose his virginity to you. In your room. On your bed.

His eyes fluttered as you palmed him. “Yes, all the time.” His voice was hoarse, his knuckles blanching as he squeezed your bedsheets. And that wasn’t a lie. He thought of you in compromising situations almost every night, his hand wrapped around himself as he wondered about your moans, the way your face contorted as you came, and how your bare skin felt. 

Eddie could feel your lips spread with a satisfied smile. “Good boy,” The nickname wasn’t something he had ever thought about being called but he became painfully hard as you cooed at him. You backed away, retracting your hand from his crotch and he almost whined. “You can tell me about your fantasies and we make them happen,” You said as your wicked gaze narrowed. “Or we can stop now. No hard feelings.” 

He shook his head, his answer immediate. “I want to so bad, but I’ve never done anything like this before.” 

You smiled reassuringly, easing all his embarrassment. “And that is more than okay. That isn’t something to be embarrassed about. We can take it slow.” Your hand squeezed his cock and he moaned pathetically, completely at your mercy. “I’ll take care of you. Is that something you want, baby?” 

His hips bucked as your pressed down. He nodded frantically, a needy sound escaping his flushed lips. “More than anything.” 

You marked his neck, a soft pale lilac bruise forming. “Good boy,” Oh, God, he was going to cum if you called him that one more time. “Do you touch yourself thinking about me?” 

Eddie moaned softly, his eyes half-lidded in a lustful daze. “Every night.” There weren’t any coherent thoughts flooding his mind as you unbuckled his leather belt, tossing it aside before unzipping his jeans. “It’s harder for me when you wear skirts and dresses. You just look so good—fuck, just like that.” Your hand gripped his cock and he couldn’t control his movements as he jerked. 

You brought your palm to his mouth, cocking your head tauntingly. “Spit,” You demanded and he complied, releasing an embarrassing moan as you wrapped your wet hand around him, moving slowly. “You can touch me, baby.” 

If there were some Godly entity out there, he thanked them. He pulled your blouse upward and you raised your arms, giggling as his expression broke when he saw your bare chest. “Fuck, they’re so pretty.” He reached forward, squeezing your breasts with a boyish grin. He moved forward, licking your nipples and sucking them, his broken moans muffled against your wet skin. He plucked at the bottom of your skirt. “You wore this skirt one time, and God, it’s so short and tight and you bent over to tell Robin something and you were wearing some pink underwear. I jerked off to that for weeks, just thinking about bending you over.”

You fastened your pace, the wet and filthy sounds of you jerking him filled the quiet air. “I thought about you, too. I thought about sitting right here, kissing your neck and hearing you moan my name, wrapping your hand with these damn rings around my neck.”

He gripped your wrist. “If you keep talking and moving like that, I’m gonna cum.”

You smirked and retracted your hand and he did whine that time. “Not yet,” You gently pushed him onto his back, and his eyebrows pressed together with confusion. You lowered your head and filled your mouth with his cock and the sinful moan that escaped his lips was enough to fuel your late-night sessions for weeks. “You’re coming in my mouth.” His hands gripped your bedsheets and he was certain you were quite literally sucking the soul out of him. There was no way he was going to last for much longer as you fondled his balls, licking them softly before going back to shoving him entirely back inside your mouth. 

He forced his eyes to remain open, engraving the spectacle of you deep-throating his cock into his memory. “There’s no way you’re real. You’re way too good at this.” He could barely speak—could barely think or function. 

Your eyes watered as you kept your siren-like gaze on him. He tensed, his hand gripping your hair. “You’re gonna make me cum.” 

You pulled off him, spitting before jerking him off. “Where do you want it?” 

He couldn’t think, blinded by the overwhelming pleasure. “What do you mean?” 

“Where you want to cum, baby?” 

His eyes widened. “Oh, fuck, in your mouth, please.” In an instant, your lips were wrapped on him again and he was ruined. “Holy shit—” He came by himself before, he wasn’t lying when he told you he did every night, but even his best jerk off sessions were nothing compared to coming inside your mouth. There was nothing but blinding pleasure, enough to steal the words and breath from him. You kept going, determined to make him feel like he was floating, and hollowed your cheeks. His breathing hitched as you swallowed his load, desperate to taste him. 

His body jolted as you slowly removed your lips from him, pressing two small kisses against his exposed hip bones. “You did so good for me, Eddie.” He eventually gathered his composure and could finally breathe properly. You wiped the sweat beading around his hairline. “You looked so pretty coming in my mouth.” 

And there were those damn butterflies again. He didn’t know what to say. “Thank you so much.” His voice was hoarse, breathless. 

You raised an eyebrow as you unzipped your skirt. “We’re not done yet,” You said and his eyes widened. “I’m going to ruin you, Eddie Munson.” 

You were going to be the death of him, but Eddie Munson would’ve died a happy man.

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 20: I Just Want to Be with You

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian saved Kate from a terrible, traumatic situation and stayed overnight to help her feel safe and comforted. When they woke up, Kate confessed that she is in love with him, and they've spent the entire morning making love. Now it's time for the plot to move forward. This chapter is generally pretty fluffy and focuses on the two of them making plans.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Content warnings: Dirty thoughts, trauma. In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI!

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Any kind of constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day!

Chapter 20: I Just Want to Be with You

Kate wakes up feeling content… but also quite sore. She stirs a little in Sebastian’s arms, and it isn’t long before his eyes open as well. 

“Good morning… again,” he whispers sweetly and kisses her head. 

“Good morning, Sebastian,” she replies, closing her eyes and smiling. 

“I love waking up next to you.” Sebastian squeezes her, emphasizing his point, then runs his fingers up and down her body. His hand settles on her breast, and his fingers brush over her nipple several times. “You know what I also enjoy?” He pauses, placing a kiss on her bare shoulder. “Making love to you…” 

Kate chuckles, knowing where this is going. She can feel him against the small of her back. “Mmmm… yes, but…” She removes his hand. “... Sometimes it’s good to give it a rest.” She pauses, kissing his hand. “I’m sore, Sebastian,” she admits.

He presses her lips gently to her neck. “Oh… alright…” At first, he feels disappointed, but then he contemplates it a little longer. He grins. “Sore? How did that happen?” He kisses down her neck to her shoulder.

Kate giggles, playfully kicking him. “I think you know exactly how. You did it yourself.” She turns around to face him, observing his cheeky smile. “In fact, I think you’re rather proud of it. You’re terrible.”

“Terrible?!” he exclaims, acting horrified. “Well… If you’re sore, that must mean something unexpected happened to you. Something big…” He practically cackles.

“Something very large indeed,” Kate replies, smiling and shaking her head at his reaction.

Laughing, Kate swats Sebastian. Their giggling lasts quite some time, but eventually, it turns into kissing, becoming less playful and more romantic. Several minutes later, Kate pulls apart from him, looking hazily into his eyes. 

“I love you, Sebastian,” she whispers in a serious tone. 

“And I love you, my Kate.”

Not bothering to get fully dressed, Sebastian and Kate eventually meander into the kitchen, following the insistence of their hungry bellies. He settles at the table, clad only in trousers, while Kate cooks eggs in just her nightgown.

“Last week of the school year, huh?” 

“It is,” Kate replies, flipping the sizzling eggs. “I cannot express how happy I’ll be once this week ends. With all of the OWLs and NEWTs this week, the students will have completely exhausted my patience by then.” She pauses. “Friday wasn’t horrible, but it’s because most of the seventh years give themselves the final Friday and Saturday of the school year to celebrate their graduation. Sunday, they’ll all be back at it for one last push in studying. You know - they’ve got to get those Outstandings…”

Sebastian smiles softly. “So, after this week, you’ll have the entire summer off?”

Kate grins widely, turning around and pointing at him with the turner. “You bet.” 

He shakes his head, seeming rather pleased. “It just so happens that next week happens to be the one in which I was able to take off from work, believe it or not. What a happy coincidence.”

Kate’s mouth drops. “Well, isn’t it just?” She strolls over to Sebastian, leaning over to kiss the top of his head. He wraps his arms around her waist.

The kettle begins to whistle, so she returns to the stove and pours two cups of breakfast tea for them. She washes a handful of ripe strawberries from her garden, placing them in a bowl. Finally, the eggs are finished, and she plates them. 

“I know this isn’t the most impressive breakfast…” she begins apologetically as she sits at the table.

“It’s perfect,” Sebastian interrupts, not allowing her to discount her effort. “It’s not as though you knew any of this would happen, sunshine. You had no chance to prepare, nor would I have expected you to, anyway. Truly, it looks delicious.”

He gently caresses her cheek, then pulls her in for a kiss.

After a few bites, Sebastian looks thoughtful. “I… You can say no to this, Kate. But… next week, when I’m off work, I’m taking a bit of a trip. A rather adventurous one - into the wilds of the highlands. I plan to explore a set of caves and the hidden ruins of a castle high in the mountains. I’m hunting for ancient artifacts that I’ll study and sell. Would… would you like to accompany me?”

Kate’s eyes widen as she sips her tea. “I’ve never done anything like that…” Sebastian’s facial expression is so hopeful. “...but I suppose there is a first time for just about everything…”

“I… oh, Merlin, you won’t regret it! We’ll have so much fun!” Sebastian replies eagerly, chattering away. “We’ll mostly journey on foot and trek through forests, see the most gorgeous waterfalls, fly up a mountain… and we can have picnic meals and sleep together in a tent… I promise I’ll keep it cozy and warm for you. We can stargaze and… oh, gods! I’m so excited, Kate.” He grabs her hand, and she can’t help but giggle.

“I must tell you - I’ve never really been camping, Sebastian,” she admits. “I hope I’m not a hindrance to what you hope to achieve…”

“Never,” he cuts her off. “Never, not a chance. Everything will be a million times better

with your company. I’m used to doing so much alone, my sun. I’m quite tired of it. This will be fun. We’ll get to spend a lot of time together.” He pauses. “My plan is to leave on Saturday next week, and arrive back on Wednesday.” His eyes flick to hers. “We can spend the entire week together, Kate. Just us.” He kisses her hand. 

“You’ll surely get tired of me,” Kate jokes, but when she notices that his face is completely sincere, her tone changes. “In all seriousness, I… I would really like to do that. Spend some quality time with you. No obligations.”

“None,” he affirms.

They continue eating their breakfast, with Sebastian finishing much more quickly than she does. He must have been absolutely ravenous, Kate realizes.

“Now, what about… this weekend?” he brings up hopefully. “I want to stay with you. I don’t want to leave your side unless I have to.” Then, he blushes, realizing how much he is revealing about his feelings. He doesn’t want to seem desperate, but what he said is the truth. “That is… if you have time for me.”

Kate chuckles. “Well, I had the entire day saved just for you, Sebastian. Remember, you were supposed to visit with me today, not last night…” she trails off, and suddenly, her mind can’t help but think back to what happened. It seems to hit her all at once. It had all been a blur… Clyde slapping her, forcing her against the wall, ripping her dress… and then being carried off, hearing distant shouting, the sound of punches… She seemingly forgets how to breathe for a moment.

Her stare is one that Sebastian recognizes all too well. When the Kelpies had broken him out of Azkaban, he saw that exact look in his reflection often - not just in the beginning of his emancipation when he had an unkempt beard, pale skin, purple bags under his eyes, and shaggy, long hair… but even years later, as a double-agent, more put-together yet pained under the surface. Even recently, he caught himself doing it again. A far-off gaze into pure trauma that could never truly be resolved. No one had ever tried to remove the pain for him, but perhaps he could do just that for Kate.

“Kate…” he whispers, scooting close to her. “Kate…” When she doesn’t immediately respond, he puts his arm around her and pulls her into his chest, rubbing her back. In a soothing voice, he continues, “It’s okay, Kate… I know… I know it’s hard to move past something like what happened to you yesterday, sweetheart. Let’s just… try to forget as much as we can. Move forward with me. I promise - you’re safe now. We are together, and I… I will be with you as long as you’ll allow me.”

Kate’s eyes grow watery as she finally gasps for air, and she pushes her face into Sebastian’s shoulder. He can feel her tears against his skin. “I’m sorry, Sebastian. It just… it just hit me all at once.” She sinks into his embrace. “I know it’s over. And you were there for me. You are there for me.”

“Yes, sweetheart,” he whispers into her blonde hair, kissing the top of her head. “I will always be here for you. You don’t have to apologize for feeling upset.”

Kate finally lets go, pulling back to gaze up at him. “Please, I want you to stay with me today again, Sebastian. I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

He nods. “You don’t have to worry about that. And I don’t mind how we spend the day. It can be as mundane as you like. I have no expectations - I just want to be with you.”

Kate’s hands come to Sebastian’s cheeks, and she presses her lips gently to his. 

An official tour of the cottage commences after breakfast (which really should have been called lunch, judging by the time). Of course, Sebastian has been in Kate’s home before, but it has never been for an extended period of time, and now, she expects he will be here quite often. It’s only right to show him around.

“I… I honestly didn’t expect a bathroom of this size when I first saw it,” Sebastian admits. “It’s just - I mean no offense at all - your cottage is small. But you have such a large space here. A tub and a separate shower… it’s rather luxurious, really. Feels like it actually belongs in a manor.”

“I must say, I was quite taken with it when I initially purchased my home. I have always loved taking baths,” she explains with a huge smile. “It’s one of the things I do to treat myself, to relax.”

Sebastian’s mind flashes with images it shouldn’t. But now that they’re together, he debates how wrong it actually is to imagine Kate stripping down and sinking into the warm water. More than that, he imagines her sinking onto him, straddling him, already in the bath. In his mind, he can see her clutching his biceps, moving up and down, water splashing everywhere… Sebastian’s cheeks redden, and he tries to cover up what he’s thinking.

“Yes, erm… baths are great,” he mumbles. “I… I just don’t take them very often. I don’t really… I don’t really have access to baths, to tell the truth. I don’t even remember the last time I took a bath instead of a shower. Unless you count bathing in a lake or river.”

Kate pauses, her brows furrowing as she remembers he doesn’t have anywhere permanent to call home. “Oh… yes, I suppose… Most inns don’t have bath tubs - just showers.” She takes his hand. “You’re welcome to take a bath here, though.” There’s a pause, and her face goes pink, but she smirks. “Maybe we’ll take baths together someday…” she whispers suggestively, turning to him and winking.

He barks out a laugh. “Well, you said it…” Clearly, they’re on the same wavelength.

Kate giggles and scurries out of the bathroom. Grinning, Sebastian pinches her arse, then follows her towards a closed door - one that has been shut every time he has visited.

“This room is empty,” Kate begins, opening the door with a creak. “Not much to see.”

The walls are bare, and on the floor sit a few trunks. 

“Someday, I’ll make it into a study, a little library maybe,” she muses. “I just have been waiting on it until I save up enough galleons and have the time to put it all together. I’m close to having the money - almost there!”

Sebastian nods, picturing it. “Seems like a good space for that. You could have a desk in here and some bookshelves.”

“Yes, I have some ideas, but nothing concrete.”

Directly across the hall is Kate’s bedroom. 

“Obviously, you’ve seen this before, but I do have a rather large closet. It’s enchanted to be bigger on the inside.” Kate gestures for him to step inside.

Sebastian smiles, seeing an endless array of dresses, tops, and skirts, ranging from casual to quite elegant. He touches one - a black and gold silken gown. “Perhaps one day I’ll see you in something like this. I’m sure you’re beautiful in a ballgown. I mean, you’re beautiful in anything. Even your frilly pyjamas.”

Even Kate’s eyes smile in response. “Well, you bring up a good point. I suppose I should get dressed. It’s far after noon now,” she replies. “Maybe we should decide what to do from here.”

The two sit on her bed side by side. 

“Do you have any ideas?” Sebastian asks, taking her hand in his.

“Tonight, Hogsmeade will be quite the lively place,” Kate answers. “As I mentioned, it’s the end of term, and most students come out to celebrate with their friends one last time before summer… or graduation. The pubs and shops will be packed, but it might be fun. Usually, a traveling band comes to the village, too.” 

“Then that’s where we’ll go.” Sebastian smiles. “I’ll take you out for a date.”

“Alright,” Kate replies, grinning. “If you insist.”

[adenei]

Long Live

Nothing like sliding my second entry for @cruelsummer-ficfest in at the last moment!

I was feeling inspired to write some Tedoire for a second. Enjoy!

I said ‘remember this moment’ in the back of my mind.

One minute you’re playing in the garden, sneaking through the tall grass to fight imaginary dragons, and the next, you’re sitting in that same garden, staring up at the stars and wondering how you got from there to now. 

At least that’s how Victoire feels. Sometimes she wishes she could go back to those simpler days when hanging out with Teddy was innocent, and not coupled with any annoying ‘feelings.’ A time when she didn’t have to worry about sharing her best friend (and subsequent secret crush) with his group of Hogwarts friends or the girls who fawned over him and his ‘coolness’ factor.

Not that she’d have to worry about that anymore. Now, she’ll be the one stuck at Hogwarts while he starts training to be a Healer at St. Mungo’s, and who knows who he’ll meet next. And as for Vic? Well, she’ll continue to be the kid best friend who’s always there to confide in, but never anything more.

It was the end of a decade but the start of an age.

She still remembers when everything changed: 1 September 2009. The day Teddy stepped on the Hogwarts Express and left her on the platform. It wasn’t his fault, she knows that now. It was a simple part of growing up. But little did he know she sobbed when she got home after putting on a brave face to see him off. She was so afraid that things would change.

And it did; sort of. Teddy would come home over the holidays and talk her ear off with all of his stories, and Vic would smile and nod, trying to pretend she was there too, but it was no use. It seemed like they were worlds apart and now that Teddy had found new friends, Vic wasn’t important anymore.

May these memories break our fall.

But then she started at Hogwarts too and made her own friends, which helped a little. She and Teddy would study together in the library, eat meals together, and sometimes they’d even spend a day in Hogsmeade in each other’s company (when she was old enough, of course). Those were the days she’d lived for.

Flash forward to this past year, when Teddy was Head Boy and she was a Prefect. Sometimes he’d schedule their rounds together, and those were the moments she realized she was falling head over heels for her best friend.

It was completely irrational. They’d grown up together. They’ve known each other since she was born. Teddy was practically family. But when he’d flash his bright, wide smile and run his hands through his turquoise hair, making it messier than ever, Vic’s heart would beat a little faster and pixies would run rampant in her stomach.

On those rare nights where they’d patrol the halls together, they’d walk so close together that their shoulders would bump and knuckles would brush, but Teddy always played it cool. So, Vic assumed they were on accident. Because why would a seventh-year be interested in a fifth-year who he’s known all his life? Of course, that’s what Vic firmly believed until Teddy caught her by surprise, asking her if she wanted to attend the end of the year ball with him.

Her response had been a bit brash, and she’d even snorted. “You’re joking!” The words still ring with embarrassment in her ears. But the look on his face was serious and the excitement of it all sent her mind spinning.

Maybe it was petty of her, but she couldn’t help feeling smug when all the sixth and seventh years shot her dirty looks as she and Teddy danced the night away—their last hurrah before he moved on and left her behind again. It was the best night of her life. Even better than the imagery she’d cooked up from photographs and the adults reminiscing about her and Teddy dancing at Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione’s wedding. Which may have been weird since they were only three and five at the time.

Of all the years we stood on the sidelines wishing for right now.

But then the craziest thing happened after the ball. They went on a walk through the castle, much later than they probably should have been out, but Vic didn’t care. Teddy wanted to spend time with her, and she wasn’t about to let the rules get in the way. 

They meandered through the halls, talking about anything and everything, until they finally reached their parting point—the top of the grand staircase leading to the Great Hall. It was where they’d always leave each other so Vic could return to the Ravenclaw common room and Teddy to Hufflepuff.

“I had the time of my life tonight, Vic. Thank you.” Teddy’s words still echo through her ears as she plays the memory back in her mind for the millionth time.

“Me too.”

And then, without a moment’s notice, Teddy leaned in and kissed her. On the lips. It wasn’t like he was aiming for her cheek but she turned her head and their lips met instead. It was intentional.

Vic couldn’t believe it, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him again until it turned into a full-on snog, but he pulled away just as quickly. 

“Well, goodnight then.”

And then he was gone, leaving her to wonder what it all meant.

She’s still wondering what it all means. Teddy’s barely been around all summer. His internship at St. Mungo’s has kept him busy and it’s like fate keeps preventing their paths from crossing.

Everything is so confusing. She doesn’t know where she stands anymore. And worst of all, she misses her best friend. Too bad things are only going to get worse tomorrow. 

Because tomorrow, Vic returns to Hogwarts. She’ll be stuck roaming the halls by herself, and every day she’ll have to pass the damn spot where Teddy Lupin kissed her and then left her hanging.

Which is why she did the unthinkable earlier today. She sent him an owl with a letter that all but spilled her guts to him. Of course, she told him how happy she is that he’s following his dreams, but that she misses him and hates how they haven’t seen each other at all this summer.

And with her honesty on a roll, she admitted how she feels. How she’s had feelings for him for the better part of a year and that their kiss at the top of the stairs was the best of her life and how she wants to kiss him again. But despite it all, she doesn’t want this to make things awkward for them because he’s still her best friend, and he always will be.

Maybe it was a mistake—sending the letter. But it’s too late now, and at least she allowed herself to be honest with him. 

♥

The next day at the train station is chaotic. Trolleys fill the platform with families crowded around them. Smoke billows from the engine making it hard to see five feet in front of herself.

For Vic, it’s just another dropoff. She’s done this five times before. But for the rest of her family, it’s special. Her cousins Albus and Rose are boarding the train for the first time. So, she’s said her goodbyes to her parents so they can be part of the farewell party for the first years.

But something stops her from boarding the train. Instead, she leans against one of the brick columns, watching the rest of her family from afar when there’s a tap on her shoulder. When she turns to see which of her friends is greeting her, she gasps when she sees her turquoise-haired best friend clad in lime green Healer’s robes.

“Teddy?”

Clutching a stitch in his side, he catches his breath. “I—I got your letter.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks heat up in embarrassment and she stares at the ground. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was think—”

But he cuts her off as he pulls her close and captures her lips with his. Her eyes flutter shut as she drinks in his confidence this time. He’s not as shy as a few months ago, and the thought makes her eager to kiss him back.

Though one question dangles in the back of her mind. Why now? Did he really waste a whole summer avoiding me when we could have been doing this? Pushing the negativity from her mind, she relishes the softness of his lips against hers and how his breath tastes of Peppermint Toads.

The train whistle blows its warning call and Teddy pulls away reluctantly. “I’m sorry I avoided you all summer. I thought—I don’t know, I thought you weren’t interested or it was weird and I—well—”

Another short piercing sound cuts through the air and the smoke begins to increase. She doesn’t have much time.

“Well?” she says with a smirk.

“Be my girlfriend? I’ll write to you all the time and do my best to get Hogsmeade weekends off so I can see you and—”

She cuts him off with one final kiss before taking a few strides across the platform and stepping onto the train. As he stands there with a dumbfounded look on his face, Vic grins. As the train slowly begins to pull out of the station, she winks at him and gives her response.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Will you take a moment? Promise me this: that you’ll stand by me forever.

[pcrfectillusicn]

ryder valdez

gender - male age - 38 occupation - unemployed / con-artist / serial killer sexuality - hetero fandom - fandomless faceclaim - peter gadiot

biography points. (tw: death, violence, abuse, animal abuse, arson // reader discretion advised)

ryder valdez was born to a junkie mother and a drug dealer father. at the time his mother was entered into a rehab to get clean enough for the fetus to be born healthy. it worked - for a time. after ryder was born his mother fell back into her bad habits. this left the infant cared for unproperly.

it wasn’t until the boy was five when someone discovered how developmentally inept he was. ryder could barely walk on his own, was dirty and too thin due to all the neglect. social services took in the boy and placed him in a home while his parents were put into custody. the home who took him in did everything in their power to help ryder progress. and he did. within no time the child was running, he was communicating, he was eating properly. ryder had a loving home.

however, the boy began to abuse the household pets. the rabbit went missing and later found with it’s neck broken. the cat was found in agony with it’s tail cut off. at first the family brushed things off saying it was just a boy being a boy. but then things got worse. at ryder’s seventh birthday party a little boy ran into the room crying claiming ryder had hurt him. the parents pulled up the boys shirt and say burn marks on his stomach and ligature marks around his wrists. when ryder got in trouble, he tried to burn the house down that night.

ryder went back into the system immediately after that. no family wanted him and he was put into a catholic orphanage. when the boy showed violent tendencies toward the other kids, the nuns kept ryder separated from them at all times. due to his violent nature, they believed he could have been possessed by a dark spirit. multiple priests came to perform exorcisms to ‘cure’ the boy. it never worked.

when ryder was sixteen a new nun joined the facility. at first he didn’t pay any mind to her as he figured she would be like the rest and ignore him or give him scared/dirty looks. instead, she treated him with a smile and occasional conversation. this friendship continued for two years until he turned 18. at that point he was considered an adult and was kicked out of the orphanage. the nun gave him a black leather jacket as a present.

with no where to live or go, ryder decided to find his parents. took a few weeks but finally the man found his mother. she was clean, sober and had a new family. ryder immediately felt abandoned. his mother was his first kill.

his next mark was his father.

now at thirty-five ryder has learned how to con his way into things. he also kills by a moral code. there’s no soul behind his eyes, emptiness behind his smile. still the man lives on.

headcannons.

ryder doesn’t have a ‘home’. he doesn’t settle down, he’s never in one place for too long. that’s his life and he likes it just like that. the cars he uses to travel have all been stolen. the money he uses to buy food or pay for motel rooms have all been conned.

the one thing ryder is attached to is his black leather jacket. to was given to him at the age of 18 by the only woman who ever showed kindness to him while he was in an orphanage.

he has a ‘typical’ order for any diner he goes to. bacon cheeseburger with added avocado, french fries and a sparkling water.

unlike most serial killers, ryder follows certain codes. he never goes after children. he never kills women. instead, ryder realized some of the biggest murders that go unsolved and untouched were those killings of monsters like himself. meaning, ryder goes after other serial killers and r*pists. there’s a fire in him he can’t put out so he fuels it the only way he knows would be semi-socially acceptable.

[juletheghoul]

Burning Hour (Part 6)

Part six is here - and I'm thinking this whole series will end with the seventh instalment. I want to thank all of you for loving this story so much and for being so patient with me! My dms / asks are always open. ❤️

Hope you all enjoy!

Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.1K

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) pining, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age), Yearning, dirty talk / p i v sex (wrap it up) vaginal fingering

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The walk back to your apartments was more akin to floating, a happy bubble carrying you back in the very grips of ardent love, but the spell was broken when you saw the worry on Mila’s face.

“Your highness, I have been worried sick!” She quickly pulled you in and shut the heavy wooden door. “You’ve been gone for ages, what happened?” She all but spit out the words while helping you with your cloak, succumbing to a small smile of her own to the dreamy look on your face.

“Oh Mila -” You sighed dramatically, hating yourself for being such a cliche but it couldn’t be helped. “I am no longer a maiden, I have been spoiled.” You laughed at the absurdity of it all - how could what you shared with him spoil you? “Do you think me wicked?”

“No your highness, not for a moment. I am delighted for you - truly. Should I draw you a hot bath?” She seemed relieved, truth be told.

“Yes sweetling - that would be lovely.” You finished undressing as she went about sending down for hot water. Your undergarments were damp with your slick and Din’s seed and seeing them mingled there made your heart flutter.

I always thought there would be blood.

“I can have those washed, your highness.” She said it softly as you stared at the fabric.

“Yes, of course.” You handed it over to her before getting into the tub. “Now that my nerves have settled a bit, I am a bit sore.” the muscles in your thighs hurt much like they did after a long day on a horse. Thoughts of riding Din flooded your mind and it was almost enough to make you faint.

Would he like that I wonder?

“Be a dear and fetch me some of the herbal salts for the water?” She ran off before you could finish the sentence and you took the time alone to check your body - the skin of your breasts was sensitive from his mouth and you did your best to treat them tenderly. You reached between your legs to clean yourself off and hissed involuntarily. The lips of your sex were puffy and swollen and you used the same soft touch there too.

“This should help.” She dumped the little cup of salts and dried flowers into the water and swirled it around. “Lean back and I will wash your hair.” Her hands were delicate but strong and she listened with a smile while you recounted the details of your evening.

---

He could smell her on his skin and it made him ache. A physical pain at the loss of her warmth; the spot on his bed now seemed empty and cold without her there to fill it. He sighed loudly as he lay there, imagining how it would feel to wake up with her in his arms.

He had thought that once he’d loved her with his body, the urge would subside slightly. He thought the compulsion to bury himself in her would be fulfilled and he would be able to calm down - think clearly. He could not have been more wrong.

It had only made him worse. Now he wished to be attached to her always, he wished to see her face scrunched up with pleasure, wanted her to moan for him. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her - taste her skin. He imagined marrying her, fantasized about her being his wife for all to see. He longed to see her heavy with his child.

One step at a time.

He blew out the candle, and fell asleep with her taste in his mouth.

—-

“Mother, father - I believe Poe and I have some happy news to share.” You smiled at Poe and his eyebrows raised in shocked delight that you were ready to tell them.

“Yes I believe we do Princess.” He reached over and held your hand in his. “Your highness, I have asked for your daughter's hand in marriage, and she has graciously accepted.” He bowed slightly and the room was filled with cries of joy from all but two.

Your mother let out an excited shriek before forgetting all decorum and almost knocking you over.

“We must celebrate! A toast to the bride and groom - I will make an announcement and we will begin the plans for a wedding that befits the future Queen and her King!” Your father was up and clapping Poe on the back firmly.

The smile on your face was genuine but not for the reason your mother imagined. You chanced a glance over at the statue that was Din and were gifted with the tiniest of nods. He understood.

I smile for you my love, only for you.

“We must summon the dressmaker at once! Invitations must be sent out and we must begin planning your big day. Gods above there is so much to do! Come, let us begin.” Poe smiled after you as you were pulled away.

Let the insanity commence.

—-

The announcement spread throughout the land with dizzying speed and the messages of congratulations and well wishes poured in.

Poe was busier and busier and so were you. Your father was mentoring him, and your mother was borderline smothering you.

“The dressmaker will be here soon sweetling and we can go over the design. I have also summoned the goldsmith to fashion you a ring, as well as a crown for Poe. Do you have any special requests for the feast?” Your mothers excitement was palpable and despite how hard she’d pushed you to choose Poe - it touched your heart to see her this happy.

“No mother I have not, but I thought we could summon Poe’s kitchen staff to attend - that could prepare some of his favourite foods and we could have a melding of sorts.” Finn and Poe might enjoy some of their home comforts, it would be a nice surprise for him.

“That is a lovely idea, I will send a raven.” She had a list in hand and you saw her scrawl the words hurriedly. “Now. We must discuss the issue of your maidenhead.” Your stomach tumbled about as she spoke. “It is common for high-born ladies to lose their maidenheads while riding horses so you may not bleed. Hopefully there is a drop or two that you could present, it is good luck.”

My maidenhead belongs to Din, and he has claimed it mother, what would you think of that I wonder.

“Present it?” You asked with all of the innocence you could muster.

“Yes sweetling, after the feast when it is time to put you to bed - a paige will be sent up to collect the sheet from your marriage bed. Surely you’ve been told of this?” She gave you a quizzical look.

“I must have put it out of my mind.” You smiled at her but she was barely looking at you, so engrossed was she at her notes and plans.

“Yes well, I pray there is a drop for luck.” She patted your hand absentmindedly.

I doubt that very highly.

“Yes mother, a drop.”

———

Mila was giving you sidelong glances as the dressmaker listened to your mother speak. She was envisioning a gown of deep, royal purple. A confection big enough to envelop you from head to foot. A gaudy, heavy thing and you were only too happy to deny her.

If you were going to go through with this wedding, the dress was going to be something that would match your true love. You wanted it to be silver.

“Your highness, we could combine the colours - I could make it cascade, fade from the silver to a deep plum near the bottom. The effect would be wondrous.” She tried to explain it and while it sounded lovely indeed - you held your ground.

“Maybe for another occasion - for my wedding however I was it to be silver. I want it to shine and glimmer. Like armor.” You smiled sweetly.

“Armor? My darling this isn’t a battle you’re going into - you’re going to look like a Mandalorian standing up there in the dress you’re describing.” Her tone was incredulous and it was hard not to laugh at how close she had come to hitting the mark.

“I think it would look lovely, your highness.” Mila smiled shyly and your mother sighed loudly, knowing you were determined.

“Thank you Mila - now. This is what I am envisioning.” You explained and the dressmaker took notes. It was going to be perfect and you couldn’t wait for Din to see it.

----

He couldn’t say he was completely happy, not while he knew they could ever truly be together, he could however live with knowledge that her heart was his. Just as his beat only for her.

He smiled to himself, thinking about her as he made his way over to the smith. Memories of her in his bed replaying over and over in his mind, his heart so full of love it floated; a wild, tethered thing always leading him back to her.

“Good day to you Sir.” The smith inclined his head to him in respect.

“Good day, I have come with a job for you. I have a precious piece of metal here and I need you to fashion me a ring.” He handed over the rare metal to the smith.

The smith took it, and before long Din was making his way back to the castle - excitement colouring his face for no one to see.

—

“How are the plans going Princess? Is there anything I can help with?” Poe was leading you around the garden, the day was crisp and fresh; sunshine beating down on you both.

“Believe me Poe, I am doing you a kindness by keeping you away from planning this endeavour. It is exhausting.” You rest your head on his shoulder.

It was refreshing, this closeness between the two of you. It was freeing to be able to treat him with tenderness, with friendly love without fearing he would misunderstand. It helped to strengthen the opinions of others while deflecting any controversy and suspicion.

“I appreciate you protecting me but I would genuinely like to help. How are things with your knight? Your mood tells me things have improved.” He spoke with a secret smile, a recognition and you couldn’t help but laugh with happiness.

“Oh yes, I have explained everything and we have, well- I will leave it to you to interpret.” You looked away while your ears burned.

“Gods above it’s about time! So he hates me no longer?” He was excited, genuinely happy for you and your love for him grew.

“Yes, all is well.” You frowned then, remembering your mothers words. “There is a problem however - everyone is expecting me to be a maiden on our wedding night and my mother has informed me that they will want to see-“ You cleared your throat slightly and he caught on quickly.

“They will want to see proof that I have deflowered you.” His face clouded over with worry. “Barbaric. You’d think there would be some privacy between wife and husband.”

“Between a man and a woman there is, between the future King and Queen there is no such thing I fear.” You patted his arm, grateful for his outrage.

“Leave it to me Princess. We will make it work.” He plucked at a flower as you walked through a row of roses and he handed it to you. Looking for all the world as a young, happy couple. Ready to start your lives together.

—-

You could feel his eyes on you, tracking your every movement even though you couldn’t see them.

You were watching your mother speaking to advisors about all of the prominent guests that were going to be in attendance, saw her arranging where they would be seated once the feast began in the great hall.

Your father was speaking to Poe about organizing a hunting party for the day before, heavily implying that it would be auspicious to serve something he himself had caught at his wedding.

It should have shocked you how little you were actually needed for this part, should have angered you how little of your input was requested.

If I was marrying you my love, I wouldn’t need all this. Just our vows, and a holy man to guide us.

This was all a sham, a show to put on so that the kingdom - your parents - would be appeased. The land would be ruled by two people who love each other after a fashion; people who respect one another and the responsibilities they’ve been tasked with.

A heavy yawn slipped out.

“Are you well Princess?” Poe took your hand in his and brought it to his mouth. “Perhaps you would do well with some fresh air? Din, would you do me the kindness of escorting her highness out into the gardens? She could do with a change of scenery. Perhaps even a ride.” He spoke so clearly and with such purpose that no one questioned him.

“You do look rather tired sweetling, Poe is kind to look after you thusly.” Your mother patted your hand as Din made his way over, inclining his head with a bow at your betrothed.

“You are too kind to me Poe, a ride is just what I need.” You smiled at him, placing a chaste kiss onto his cheek before letting Din escort you out.

-

He didn’t speak, not while you were within earshot of anyone in the palace. Mila had come with you for propriety’s sake but she hung back. She was a necessary shadow, following the two of you around.

He was silent as you made your way to the stables, wordless as he saddled your horse, as he held out his hand to you; a sweet in his palm. Silent still as he led you out of the Palace walls, towards the road leading to the forest.

“Your highness, I can stay behind - I will find somewhere to make myself useful while you - enjoy your time.” Her eyes flashed towards Din and before you could answer she had taken off, leaving the two of you alone just outside the grounds.

He said nothing, instead he helped you onto your horse, his big hand squeezing your thigh before jumping up onto his own mount. You followed his lead, in direction as well as behaviour as you made your way further and further into the woods. The light was lovely, it was still early and the sun crowned all of the trees in a gorgeous golden glow. It reflected off his armor, lighting up clover and wildflowers for a split second as the horses trotted in tandem.

You found yourself taking in the scenery, the trees were changing, summer greens giving way to autumn ochre; yellows and reds. Birds flew overhead, deer hid in the trees.

“You look lovely today Princess.” His voice startled you out of your reverie - pulling you back to the ground.

“Thank you Sir.” You smiled over your shoulder at the space you imagined his eyes to be. “Where are you leading me?”

“Somewhere we can be alone for a time.” He trotted up beside you, grabbing the reins from your hands and leading your horse off the path. Your heart was pounding in your chest, excitement coursing through your veins at what he could be thinking about.

He stopped once you hit a small clearing. He tied the horses up next to a giant oak tree and they contented themselves by eating the grass within reach.

He pulled his helmet off and hit you with a blinding smile before claiming your mouth in a hungry kiss. It was full of longing and it made you ache for him.

“I have missed you.” His hands cupped your jaw lightly as he breathed the words onto your face, his forehead pressed to yours before pulling away to lay his cape out onto the ground. A makeshift blanket.

“I missed you too Din.” You ruffled his hair when he sat, opening his arms to you and you sat within the cage of his legs, your back pressed up against the solid wall of his chest. “I wish we could do this every day.” You leaned onto this shoulder, the beskar cool against the back of your neck.

“Me too.” He pulled at the tie of your cloak, exposing your shoulders and the tops of your breasts to his gaze. At some point he’d taken his gloves off - you saw his hands wrap around your middle to hold you tight to him. “Is the wedding planning as tedious as it seems?” His voice was playful and you were happy to hear his acceptance.

“Oh Din you cannot know what a bore it is. So many details, so many insignificant things my mother focuses on. She wanted to dress me in an awful purple monstrosity - would have made me look like a pastry.” He laughed at the disgust in your tone. “The feast will be terrifyingly long and I will be all too happy once it’s over.” You turned then and kissed his cheek.

“Poe seems happy to help, that must count for something.” His hand lifted yours to place a kiss at your knuckles, you saw him comparing the size difference between the two of you.

“Poe is a dear, he helps as much as he can. I know he is eager for all of this to be over as well. He and Finn can have some time alone once we are wed.”

“What is the plan after the wedding?”

“I had thought about it. I could arrange a trip to Poe's home, we could stay there for a time without the watchful eye of my mother and father.” You turned slightly to look him in the eye and he frowned slightly.

“If you leave, I would have to stay and look over your father.”

“Not if Poe insists you accompany me, we are the future, surely my father will see that we take precedence.” You pressed your palm to the stubble on his cheek.

“I pray he does, it would be torture to be away from you for so long.” He pressed his lips to yours again, it seemed as though he couldn’t get close enough. He was taking advantage of your privacy and you were all too content to let him. “I meant to ask, how did you feel after our night together? I was worried I’d hurt you.”

“I was sore, I will not lie, my thighs, and what’s between them. Nothing a warm bath didn’t help.” You felt the heat creeping up your chest. “It was wanton, to feel your seed leak out of me after.” You hid your face into his neck at the admission but he groaned and pulled your face up to look him in the eye.

“I would have cleaned you off had you been able to stay, with my tongue.” He swallowed the gasp you let out at his confession and the mood shifted from a quiet comfort to ardent passion.

He pulled you onto his lap roughly, his hands pulling your skirts up to grab at your thighs. He all but ripped at your undergarments in his haste to get at your skin. His desperation burned as brightly in your belly as if it were your own, seeing him so eager to touch you made you ache, made your cunt clench for him.

There was a mutual groan when he felt your wetness on the pads of his fingers.

“I dream about touching you like this my love, wish to have you spread out and bare for me always.” His tongue licked into your mouth as his finger drew perfect circles around the sensitive button of pleasure at the apex of your thighs. You whimpered into his mouth, your body rocking onto his hand slowly. “Does that feel good?” He bit at your lip and you nodded, half mad with lust for him.

“Yes, gods - yes.” He smiled onto your lips before reaching further down to spear you with his thick fingers. “Din, I want you - I want - oh.” The words died on your lips when his thumb circled your clit again.

“You have me my darling, my pretty little thing.” He moved his fingers a little harder and you rewarded him by flooding him with slick, your sex made obscene noises as he pumped into it. “Tell me what you really want.” You were almost there, the pleasure was building higher and higher - a wave threatening to drown you. “Is it my cock you want? Or my tongue?” It was too much and you fell apart, clenching around his fingers with a whimper. He pulled them away and you watched him lick them clean.

“I want you Din.” You reached between you to pull open his breeches. He watched you reach in to grasp the thick pillar of his sex. “I want your cock, I want to mount you - can I?” You kissed every inch of his face you could reach as your fingers teased at the sensitive tip of him.

“I am yours however you desire me.” He helped you then, moving all of the fabric out of the way to sit you onto his lap. You dripped onto him before sheathing him in your warm wet heat. “Gods above Princess, you feel better than anything in this world.” His fists were holding onto your thighs almost painfully tight and it took a minute for you to get accustomed to his size.

“I feel as though you’re splitting me in half, in the best way possible.” You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him ever closer, the both of you groaning into each other's mouths as you rocked gingerly. It was a slow, mounting pleasure and the pressure at your pearl was perfect.

“Your sweet little cunt is squeezing me so tight.” His voice was clipped, the effort of holding still for you to go at your pace making the sweat bead at his brow. The devotion in his eyes made you feel powerful, beautiful and loved and you couldn’t help but bite at his neck. You wanted to mark him.

I want everyone to see that someone has claimed you.

He hissed at the way your teeth dug into the tawny skin of his neck but he didn’t stop you. It seemed to spur him on and you felt him buck up.

You like this.

He couldn’t stay passive and in a flash you were on your back. His cape and the soft grass cushioning you as he drove into you, hard enough to make you cry out.

“Mark me again my love.” He gave you his neck and you obliged. It all came to a head, his groans, the taste of his skin in your mouth, his cock filling you over and over and you clenched up in euphoria.

You watched as he pulled out and pumped his cock with a tight fist, his other hand holding your legs open so he could spill his seed onto your sex with a pained groan. It was deliciously obscene; divine.

After the blood had settled and the two of you caught your breath he ripped a piece of his undershirt and cleaned you off, making sure you were presentable before helping you up.

“I would love nothing more than to lay in the sun with you my love but we must be getting back.” He kissed your shoulders before fastening your cloak again and despite how much you wanted to protest, he was right.

---

He immersed himself in his training, the sounds of swordplay had always grounded him in the past, and it did so again. He honed his body, it was as much a weapon as his sword and he took pride in being as sharp as any blade he carried. It used to come from the urge to be the best Mandalore he could be - a deeply rooted respect for his office and making sure that the family he was charged with protecting never had to worry about their safety.

Now it was strictly for her. She was his only priority and her smile pushed him to work harder and harder.

Poe pulled him out of his focus and where once there was naked animosity - there was now a quiet respect, a recognition that they both yearned for something they shouldn’t.

“Good afternoon Sir, I beg for a moment of your time.” He was alone, Din nodded and followed him. He led them both towards the kennels, the sound of the dogs barking served as the perfect cover for any curious ears. Din took off his helmet, wanting to look Poe in the eye.

“I trust our lovely Princess has informed you of our understanding.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact and Din nodded. “I understand, more than anyone, what it is like to see the person you love, standing there in all their glory while being unable to shower them with affection.”

There was a reverential tone in his voice, physically he was present there with Din - his hands reaching down to pet the princesses dog - Ruby - but his mind was somewhere else. Din knew where it was.

“I have no intentions of loving anyone in my life, as much as I love Finn and I will do anything in my power to ensure that she - that my friend - is happy in her affections as well. I trust that you and I can come to respect each other - I trust that you will understand that anything we do in public is a farce. Play-acting meant to show the people of this land that the King and Queen are united.” The dogs were barking wildly, wanting attention but the words and the intention behind them were clear as day and welcome.

“I will not lie.” Din chose his words carefully. “I have only recently stopped completely loathing you. It was an awful feeling, eels in my belly at the sight of you but it was out of fear - I feared you would take her from me.” Poe didn’t react, he nodded; he understood. “I feared you’d love her in a way that would eclipse me and I couldn’t bear the thought of it.” It was hard for him to say these things to this man. It was difficult to put into words how he’d feared him.

“Even if I had those feelings towards her, it wouldn’t matter how intense or devoted I would be - you should know you are above all others. Surely you see it, in the way she looks at you.” Poe's smile was incredulous - as if he was stating something so completely obvious and for a moment Din felt foolish. “We will do our best to keep her happy, yes?” Poe held his hand out and It happened then, a truce, a partnership - a union centered around her.

“Always.” They shook hands.

----

The cramping was intense like it always was.

“Shall I bring you a hot compress your highness?” Mila watched your face scrunch up with pain and you nodded.

It was a silly thing, to be upset that the blood had come when in all actuality it was a blessing. His seed had not taken and you did not have to worry about the logistics of hiding an Ill-timed pregnancy.

If this is a blessing, why am I so sad?

Maybe it was the thought of carrying his baby, of making a life with the person you loved.

You are a romantic fool, the time for children will come soon enough.

“Thank you sweetling, this will help a great deal.” You sighed gratefully when she pressed the hot bundle to your abdomen, daydreaming about a little Din.

——

The night before the wedding was a ritual unto itself, and for once in your life - you didn’t abhor the care and the tediousness that went into it.

It began with sheers.

A small trim of the hair you’d been growing out since birth - nothing drastic but it was traditional to cut off a few inches. It signified the new life you were beginning as a married woman.

Mila separated a lock for you, tired with a red ribbon and set aside. Next there was a bath - water as hot as you could stand it filled with dried flowers, milk and herbs to soften your skin.

The women in your rooms were silent but happy as they worked. All of them had watched you grow and they rejoiced in seeing you happy in your union and it made you happy, even though they were mistaken in who your smiles were for.

They added perfumed oils to the water and to your hair, to ready you for your husband.

My body is your temple Din, and I ready myself for you.

You watched as they trimmed your nails, as they rubbed sweet smelling potions onto every inch of skin within reach. When all was said and done you felt like a brand new woman.

“Now princess, you must rest so you look your best on the morrow - we will be here at first light to help you dress.” The eldest of the ladies was hanging your robe as she made her way out.

When they were gone Mila finished tidying up - leaving you to study your wedding dress. It had come in a few days prior and it was almost ready.

“Once we attach the flower - it will be perfect your highness.”

“Yes it will. Help me if you would - I’d like it to be done before I get into bed.” The two of you got to work and within a quarter of an hour it was complete.

It wasn’t long after that you were laying in bed, dreaming of your knight.

---

You broke your fast the next day in your rooms, while endless hands teased and coaxed your hair into the desired shape. Your mother joined you as tradition dictated and she practically vibrated out of her chair with excitement.

“A gift for you my darling.” She slid over a small velvet-lined box. Inside were an exquisite pair of earrings, a starburst of diamonds surrounding a moonstone that would go perfectly with your dress. “They were a gift from my mother on the day of my wedding to your father. They belong with you now.” Despite her earlier hysteria - she had shifted to the warm, loving woman from your childhood and you hugged her fiercely.

“They are stunning, mother - I will wear them with pride.” You kissed her cheek before Mila helped you put them on.

“There is also a gift from your father-” She beckoned one of her maids to bring in the larger box and she set it before you. “-his would not do, you would have your own. Something more fitting to you.” She opened the box and you were almost blinded. A breathtaking crown of gold and silver intertwined together shined up at you. Smokey grey diamonds ranging in size were weaved through it elegantly.

“I am at a loss for words, he is too kind.” It seemed obscene to touch it and you closed the box. “I will wear it once I am properly dressed and she nodded in agreement.

“Come now child - it is time to get you ready for your husband.” She smiled.

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Your eyes snapped open, sitting up on your bed barely breathing. You were agitated after having another nightmare you couldn't remember once you were awake. At least this time, you weren't covered in sweat, but your whole body was on fire. Tossing the sheets away, you got up bare feet to head to the kitchen and drink a very much needed glass of freshwater. You drank it in one gulp, gasping while leaving it inside the sink. With both hands on the edge of the counter, you inclined your head back, putting your eyes on the ceiling. Those bad dreams would be the death for you one day, you knew it.

As you felt more calmed and recomforted, you turned around with the intention of going to your bed again. But that was left in the background at the moment you glimpsed Bucky sitting at the dinner table. He didn't scare you, not at all. You were starting to get used to find him there, waiting for you, in the middle of the gloom. He looked exhausted too. Deadly tired. He was reclined against the chair, legs slightly spread and his arm made of vibranium over the table. The soldier didn't utter a word, following your steps walking closer to him with his shiny blue eyes. He didn't even move a muscle when you sat on his lap and placed both hands on the sides of his neck.

Leaning ahead, you pecked his rough and dry lips slowly, taking your time with no rush. Bucky just closed his eyes, slipping his hands down to your hips, nailing his fingers there. He couldn't help but growl quietly the second your mouth trailed a path of short, ephemeral kisses to his jawline till reaching his throat, forcing him to toss his head back. Unconsciously, he urged you to swing your body on top of his. You dragged your incisors on his Adam's apple, causing him to swallow a soft gasp, feeling his digits grabbing your hips strongly —probably, that gesture would leave some marks on your skin.

“I've missed you”. You purred coming back your attention to his lips, as the bulge under the rigid fabric of his pants became bigger and harder because of your dance. You were aware that he looked for you whenever he wanted to put his feet on the ground, feel loved, desired. “My Sergeant…”

Bucky didn't open his eyes, sliding his cold palm to your lower waist and landing the warm one on the back of your head to tangle it in your hair. You groaned against his lips before they were hungrily devoured. The heat in your core grew by leaps and bounds when he repositioned you on his legs and his solid erection was placed under your weakest spot. You couldn't hold back a delicate, sweet moan. One of these that used to drive him insane. With his left hand, Bucky continued encouraging you to rock your hips against his crotch, rubbing it concretely among your folds covered by the soaked fabric of your panties.

You hated sometimes the control he had over you, over your body, over your mind. He could put you to beg with just one look. And he knew it. You were his, that was the absolute truth. And he wanted something else from you, as soon as you increased the pace. Bucky didn't care about your t-shirt, using both of his hands to rip it off from your body. Ruining it like he was going to ruin you. His hand of vibranium went straight to your breasts, giving you goosebumps because of the contrast of his cold fingers pinching them as he caught one of your nipples between his warm lips. You whined his name, securing your hands on his shoulders, out of the world while the sensitivity of your wet and needed cunt became more sensible to the firm rubbing against your panties.

“You want to cum, don't you, babydoll?” He hummed squeezing the nipple covered in his saliva using his thumb and his forefinger, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“Yes… Yes, Sergeant”. You pouted at him, nodding with your chin and looking at him through your eyelids.

“I knew you needed me… I knew my sweet girl needed her Sergeant to make her feel good, am I wrong?” Bucky's hoarse tone was pushing you to the seventh heaven, feeling the tickles borning within your lower belly, swinging your body faster over his rock-hard dick.

“No… No, you're… you're not”. You babbled this time, seeing him curling up the corner of his lips in that charming and breathtaking smirk of him. “I ne— need you inside me… I need you to… fuck me like you me— mean it, my Sergeant, please, I beg you”.

“I will, babydoll, I will… 'Cause you're a good, good girl”. Bucky affirmed unhurriedly, peppering your swollen lips, remembering how good they looked around his cock —sucking his soul out of his body— the last time he appeared in your house. “Open your mouth”.

You obeyed instantly, swallowing a loud whining, letting him tuck his cold thumb between your lips. You licked it using your tongue, giving him a whole show and noticing how a storm of darkness covered his pale blue orbs. When he decided it was well covered in your saliva, Bucky directed it to your panties, not pulling them aside. And he drew circles on your throbbing clit, pressing his fingertip enough to stroke it.

“Oh, f— fuck, Sergeant”. You sobbed arching your back, very close to being thrown above the edge of your limits.

“C'mon, babydoll… cum for me… Show me what only I can make you feel”. He whispered into your ear. A raspy voice that gave you shivers down your backbone. “You're so damn soaked I can feel it under my clothes… Good lord… what a dirty girl you are…”

“Only fo— for you”.

Your response came an instant before the fireworks exploded inside your belly, not being able to stop when the orgasm hit your soul crying his name, dancing your cunt onto his hard cock needed of him. Your thighs strained, your legs were shaking, hanging above the floor and you were panting nonsense words about your Sergeant.

Bucky stormed his tongue into your mouth, invading it with no mercy to dominate yours. Placing his hands back to your hips, he forced you to keep moving, stealing the less air inside your lungs. He was about to cum too, but it'd be a waste if he did it in his boxers; stopping you at the precise moment to push you back enough to undo his belt and zip. Bucky didn't let you time to react. As his cock covered in his own arousal broke free and he removed your ruined panties to the side, he lifted you sufficiently to impale your pussy down.

“Fuck!” You both hissed at the same time, closing strongly your eyelids.

Bucky made you bounce onto his rigid erection, once and once, keen to fill you up with his heated seed. You were a bundle of moans, sobs, and pleas, feeling his most sensible skin stretching your soaked walls and twitching between them. He didn't give you prior notice. Bucky just cum inside your cunt, pushing you down harder till his dick was balls-deep beyond your limits. He growled against your throat, pulling back your hair and your head, to nail his teeth in your sweaty skin.

“Oh, god, my Sergeant…” You gasped with a wrecked tone of voice, finding balance by gripping his jacket in two fists.

“You look like Heaven, babydoll… But you feel like Hell”. Bucky rumbled, making your whole anatomy shake again. “What a shame 'm gonna destroy you tonight…”

And by destroying you he meant you wouldn't be able to walk the next morning, not even to talk because what he has planned for you was to fuck every sweet, warm hole of you —your mouth, your ass, your pussy. Or rather, his mouth, his ass, his pussy. Bucky would make you keep remembering who you belonged to.

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[slasherhaven]

Bo Sinclair X Reader

Could be read as a part 2 to "Bo Sinclair with a Masochistic Future S/O"

Summary: Bo decides to introduce you to his brothers, since it looks like you'll be staying.

The shouting and screaming stopped after two days, no sounds could be heard from the basement under the garage after that, not unless Bo was clanging around down there. During those two days, Lester had stayed out of town and Vincent had stayed in his workroom. Vincent had become desensitised to screaming, more so than his little brother, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Not like Bo did.

Despite the shouting having stopped, Bo still spent most of the time for the next five days in the basement or lingering around it. Sometimes he would just sit in the garage, playing music, taunting the person that Vincent was beginning to think he would never get to work on.

On the sixth day, Bo had spent the whole day in the basement. On the seventh, he made one trip to the basement but soon returned to the house. He didn't visit the basement again that day at all but his twin could see something was going on, something about Bo was...off.

It wasn't very noticeable but of course his twin would see even the tiniest difference. It just seemed that Bo was...thinking, deep in thought for the majority of the day, and Vincent knew it had something to do with what he had been doing in the basement.

It was on the eighth day that Vincent started to piece things together, when even Lester was aware of the strange behaviour. Lester had come into town and was up in the house with Vincent, eating his breakfast while Bo went to make his visit to the basement.

Lester had nearly choked on his food when the front door opened and Bo came inside with a person in his arms, cradled to his chest. The two brothers just watched as he kicked the door shut behind him and began heading up the stairs. The brothers following behind him.

Bo stopped before he entered the bathroom, turning around to eye his brothers. "They're gonna be staying with us for a while...they're an interesting one" he told them, glancing down when he felt your unconscious body shift, practically nuzzling into his chest.

The two brothers nodded, curious as to what about you caught Bo's attention but not wanting to argue with him. It's not like you looked like much of a threat right now.

Turning away from his brothers again, Bo carried you into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He sat you down on the floor and propped you up against the sink so that you didn't fall.

As you came back into consciousness, your eyes fluttered open and your vision began to adjust to the new light. It was brighter than the basement. As you looked around you realised that you were in a bathroom, then you spotted Bo. He was bent over a bathtub, the water running.

With a small groan, you tried to sit up but your whole body ached. The little sound caught Bo's attention.

"Alright now" he shushed you as he moved to crouch in front of you. "You're alright. Gonna get you all sorted, okay?" his hands took hold of your shoulders, guiding you back to rest against the sink. You just hummed and nodded, too tired to respond any differently.

Bo moved away from you again, turning his attention back to the bath. Your heavy eyes blinked slowly as you watched him. He looked different in this light, only a little less intimidating. He also wasn't wearing his cap, giving you a clearer view of his face.

He turned off the faucet and returned to you. As he grabbed hold of your arms, you let him pull you to your feet, only for him to sit you down on the closed toilet seat.

"Gonna work with me here?" he asked and you nodded as you sat up a little straighter, showing him that you could.

Gripping the hem of your shirt, you lifted your arms to let him pull it over your head. You didn't mind, it was nothing he hadn't seen before. He threw the dirty material to the floor, he'd see if it was salvageable later. He then undid your jeans and you lifted your hips to help him pull them down your legs. It was strangely...tender, like he was trying to be somewhat gentle.

Once you were undressed, Bo guided you to your feet and over to the bathtub, helping you step in with shaky legs. You couldn't help but let out a sigh as you sat down in the warm water. You hadn't realised how much you needed this until now, it felt so good.

Bo knelt down beside the tub, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. If you were more present, you would have been more surprised when he started to wet your hair. It was almost embarrassing how willingly you lent into his touch.

The warm water and the repetitive, soft, sensations of Bo dragged the washcloth over your skin lulled you, making you relax against the back of the back. Your head lolled backwards, resting against the edge of the bath. You blinked at Bo, a faint smile on your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

Continuing to work while you slept, Bo soon finished. Once he had drained the water, he wrapped your body in a towel and carried you out of the bathroom. Rolling his eyes at his brothers that still stood at the top of the stairs, Bo headed straight to his bedroom.

As he lay you down on the bed, his brothers walked in behind him. With a sigh, he turned to them, his expression unreadable even to them.

"Watch them. Don't touch them" Bo ordered before pushing past them, leaving the room. Giving them no more information.

Once they were left alone in the room, Vincent and Lester moved closer, looming over your figure as you slept on the bed.

Vincent cautiously reached out, pushing your hair out of your face, just taking in your appearance.

He could see the bruising around your neck and down your arms, the way your wrists had been rubbed raw. There were dark circles under your eyes, your lips chapped and broken. Bo had washed away all the grime and dried blood but Vincent could still see the evidence of cuts that his brother had left behind despite them having been tended too. Maybe that was why Bo left you alone on the seventh day, maybe he had left you to heal some.

It wasn't an uncommon state for people to be left in after leaving Bo's basement. Though, you were cleaner and your open wounds had actually be tended too at least a little, that certainly wasn't normal. In fact, for surviving a week in the basement, you were in pretty good shape.

"He said don't touch them" Lester chastised, slapping his brother's hand away. Vincent just huffed, sure that his twin had meant to not hurt you or think about displaying you, not that he couldn't brush your hair out of your face.

Still, Vincent pulled his hand back, tilting his head to the side as he let out a small him. It sounded like one of approval.

"You're right, Vin...they are pretty" Lester nodded in agreement.

Had that been why Bo had decided to keep you around? No, he's had plenty of pretty folk down in that basement, there must be another reason.

Both brothers were pulled out of their thoughts when you stirred, making them both pause as they just continued to stare at you.

Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before noticing the two figures standing in the room.

They had both expected you to panic a little, to clutch your towel closer to your body, and you had. They had expected you to sit up and shuffle away from them, which you also did. What they hadn't expected you to do was ask for their brother...which you also definitely did.

"Where's Bo?" your voice came out quiet, strained. They doubted you had been drinking much, shouting a lot. It probably hurt a little to talk.

"Uh...not sure, went downstairs I think" Lester answered, scratching the back of his neck with one hand. "Probably gettin' himself something to eat, he hasn't eaten yet" he continued to explain. Why did he sound as nervous as you should have been? "Oh sorry, I'm Lester" his eyes widened slightly as he remembered to introduce himself, maybe a weak attempt to put you at ease. He had no idea how he was supposed to talk to you, or if he should at all.

"I know...I remember, you...uh, helped me with my car" you nodded, pausing for a moment before settling with the word 'helped' even if it wasn't actually that accurate. "And you're Vincent, right?" you swallowed dryly, turning your attention to the masked man.

Vincent just nodded.

Then it went quiet, neither speaking as you looked between them, beginning to feel uncomfortable under their gaze. Neither of them just was to do, they felt just as lost as you.

Thankfully, the bedroom door opened and Bo walked in, carrying a plate and a glass.

"Alright, out. You're freaking them out" he told his brothers, watching them as they both left the room, both glancing back at you before they shut the door.

Bo walked over to the bed, placing the plate of eggs down in front of you before placing the glass of water down on the bedside table.

"Better eat something before your body shuts down" Bo told you as he stood in front of the bed, just watching you. To be completely honest, he was a little surprised that you hadn't shut down yet already. He hadn't treated you well until today.

You pulled the plate closer to you, picking up the fork and poking at the eggs, examining them.

"Just eggs. Ain't done nothin' to them" Bo assured you with a small huff, a hint of impatience in his tone but he did understand why you would suspect the worst of him. So far, he had been the worst to you. You just hadn't reacted normally to it.

Even if he was lying, you knew you had to eat them. You weren't sure when the last time you ate was, so you ate the eggs.

As you ate, Bo grabbed some clothes from his dresser and tossed them down on the bed beside you, "can probably gather some clothes that might fit ya better, but these will do for now."

"Thank you" your voice was still quiet, trying to not strain your throat any further.

Bo just smirked, you were thanking him. After the week you had endured in the basement, you were thanking him. He was beginning to think you might be perfect.

Once you finished eating, he watched as you climbed off of the bed, removing your towel before dressing in the clothes he provided. One of Bo's tee-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. It was comfortable.

Bo picked up the empty plate and looked at you again. "Drink. Rest. Don't need ya dying on us" he ordered before turning and approaching the door.

You opened your mouth to speak, even taking a few steps towards him, but he had already left the room and closed the door before you could reach him, and you swore you heard it lock. You had wanted to ask him to stay, you didn't want to be alone, but you couldn't find the words.

You did as Bo said, drinking from the glass and emptying it in a few gulps. It felt good against your dry throat.

Rest.

You hadn't slept properly all week, the closest you got was just a moment ago after your bath. The bath had eased some of your aches but maybe some sleep would help ease them further.

You pulled the sheets of the bed back before climbing in, quickly cocooning yourself in the sheets as you tucked yourself into bed. The sheets and the pillows smelt like Bo, as did the clothes you were wearing, and it strangely brought you comfort. It probably shouldn't have but it did.

Burying your face in the pillow, you drifted off to sleep again. As you fell into sleep, the last thoughts you had were of the way Bo touched you, how he could ruin you before grounding you, bringing you back to him. How he could break you down before putting you back together.

You had no way of telling how much time had passed while you slept but you woke up to the feeling of being watched. That was already becoming too common in this house. As your eyes fluttered own, you saw Bo standing in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Vincent made dinner" Bo told you blankly. He wanted you to guess what he was thinking and it was working.

"Dinner?" you asked, eyes widening slightly.

"You've been sleeping all day, darlin'" he informed you.

You weren't too surprised, you had a week of sleep to catch up on, you were more surprised that he had let you. Though, you guess he couldn't keep you around if you died of sleep deprivation.

"C'mon, let's get some food in ya" Bo nodded, gesturing for you to stand up.

You reluctantly climbed out of the sanctuary that was Bo's bed and approached him. As soon as you reached him, he suddenly grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you closer. You gasped as your hands slammed against his chest to support yourself.

The grip on the back of your neck was just tight enough to hurt a little, a warning more than anything.

"Best behaviour" Bo told you, his voice low.

"Promise" you nodded, eyes slightly widened as you looked up at him.

"Wouldn't want to have to punish ya, now would I?" Bo asked in mock sympathy. He could feel the way you shivered at his words, you were still so desperate for him to break you, even after nearly a full week of him doing just that.

"...no, wouldn't want that" you agreed, shaking your head. He had to bite back a smirk. You fucking liar. That's exactly what you wanted.

"Best behaviour" he repeated, this time more sternly. You were fully leaning into him now, like you had no shame. "Gotta make a good impression on your new housemates" he teased, and you just nodded.

Keeping the grip on the back of your neck, Bo pulled you into a bruising kiss. You instantly returned it despite losing your breath slightly, melting against him, whining when he bit down on your cracked bottom lip. Your lips were so dry that it must have drew blood instantly.

Bo pulled away from the kiss, nearly laughing at your breathless expression. He hooked a finger under your chin before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, collecting some of the blood. Oh, you looked beautiful like this.

Pulling his hand away, he put the pad of his thumb in his mouth, sucking it clean of your blood. Your knees nearly gave out at the sight.

"C'mon, darlin'" he smirked, like he knew what he was doing to you.

With a hand between your shoulder blades, Bo guided you out of the bedroom, down the short corridor, and down the stairs.

When you walked into the kitchen, the other two brothers were already looking at you. You could feel Vincent analysing you and it subconsciously made shift closer to Bo.

Dinner was...a little awkward. Lester and Vincent were watching you too much but you tried to ignore it, not embarrassed by how fast you were eating. You hadn't eaten properly in a week, of course you were going to eat while you could.

Well, you weren't causing trouble, weren't trying to run. That was a good sign to the three brothers. You had even whispered a quiet compliment of Vincent's cooking, so Lester thought you seemed polite and that made him smile. Vincent was a bit more untrusting, a bit more cautious, but he had thanked you with a nod. It would take more time to win over the masked twin.

When neither of the brothers were paying you much attention, Bo's hand landed on your thigh under the table. You didn't think much of it at first, not until he pressed his thumb against a cut he had left behind there. Pain coursed through your body, making you jolt slightly. You bit down on your knuckle, muting the sound you made, a mix between a yelp and a moan.

The two brothers glanced at you, confused by your strange behaviour. You brushed them off, keeping your attention on your food.

Though, you did risk a glance at Bo, a shiver running down your spine when you saw him smirking. In that moment you knew, even more than you had when he carried you out of the basement, that you were never leaving Ambrose. He had too many plans for you.

[umblackness]

needy

pairing – harry styles x reader

warning – humiliation. exhibitionism. daddy kink. cockwarming. degradation. dumbification. hella lot cringe. crawling? 18 +

summary – you aren't needy, no. but that doesn't mean you will let go the opportunity of harry fucking you.

request – And one where Harry takes you to Italy to a Beautiful villa with an infinity Pool and get cought by paparazzi having sex there haha !

author's note – this is shitty and not proofread so I am so sorry !! also, sorry for the wait too . . .

neediness.

it was the only thing that you were completely and utterly foreign. being a middle child, your needs weren't never really taken as needs. you didn't know what it felt to need something.

the first time when you needed something, was when you were a teenager and hadn't studied for your exam. you had fucking squealed when the results had come out and you had passed.

the second time was when you were going to confess your feelings for harry ; you just needed him to like you back. which, for the record, he did.

the third time was your art competition in school. the fourth was when you had revealed your kinks to harry. the fifth was when you got into a fight with your best friend. the sixth was when your favorite sneakers were on sale. the sixth was your fight with your mom. the seventh was when your boyfriend asked a homeless you to move in with him.

quite frankly, after that, you lost the count because after that, you needed him with you. on every day, every minute, every second, you just needed him with you.

You walked towards the changing room, a towel in hand because 'baby, the towels are all dirty!' or so he had claimed.

He had taken you to a heavenly villa in Italy, for your second anniversary. and apart from the pizza store down the street, that sold cauliflowers in pizza, the whole vacation had been brilliant. till now.

you had been sitting in the living room, sipping your coffee in peace, while he was swimming in the backyard. suddenly and completely out of the blue, he had called for you to bring a clean towel.

so, being the good girl you were, you had abandoned your coffee and now here you were. you were snapped out of your thoughts, when you felt someone push you into the water.

and since you and harry were the only one in the mansion, you had take a wild guess.

you emerged from underwater, letting out a shriek dramatically. however, your not-so-intense-glaring session came to an end as he jumped into the water too, before swimming closer to you.

"I don't want the towel, baby, you know what I want?"

He wrapped his arms around you, making you drop the things in your hand.

kissing your lips softly and passionately, he let his tongue dominate your mouth. he moved a bit so one of his hands moved to caress your cheek as the other one slipped lower, until it was gripping your ass.

quite frankly, you did know what he wanted. it was hard to forget when he talked about it throughout the flight. however, you couldn't help but tease him so the next words that came out of your mouth were filled of playfullness.

"What, daddy?" A growl that could make everyone and anyone drip with arousal vibrated through his chest. He quickly walked you backwards to the edge, flipping you so that your back met his chest, once you guys were there.

"I wanna rearrange your guts and turn you into a stupid mess." He paused, the hand that was on your cheek, was now fisting your his shirt. "I wanna fuck you, make you cum again and again, until you are blabbering for me to stop. "

"You want that, don't you?"

You managed to nod shakily, feeling your heat become wet and this time, it wasn't because of the water . His finger ran up and down your pussy, finding it vulnerable and bare, just like he expected.

one of his stupid rules said that you weren't allowed to wear any panties when you two were alone and of course, as much as you acted like you hated it, the truth was that you loved it ; you loved allowing him to have easy access to your body.

"Fuck, kitten. been such a good girl, deserve a reward, don't you?"

your eyes met his darkened ones and almost as if on queue, a moan left your mouth, followed by another choked moan, as two of his fingers slid in your pussy, not giving you any time to adjust.

Harry leaned down, his hand leaving your ass to open your mouth for him. He collected his saliva, holding eye contact as he spat in your warm mouth.

the groan he had let out as some of it fell on your jaw, was intoxicated and you craved more.

The sight was addicting to him as much as it was to you. he couldn't help but add two more fingers, wanting you to really fall apart underneath him.

"Daddy!" You screamed, the pain from the stretch already fading to a barley there sting.

"Aw, I know, whore. It feels good, doesn't it?"

Your ears burned from his mocking tone, you could feel the blissful feeling, your pussy felt so good that it hurt and yet, you couldn't help but nod pathetically.

Harry sighed, mocking disappointment. "Use. Your. Words. Slut."

"Y-yes, d-daddy! feels so good, can I cum please?" you whined.

As if to punish you for breaking his rule, he begun rubbing your clit, knowing how much that drives you crazy. You moaned, your own hands moving to your hair. You felt your eyes close, only for them to snap back open a second later.

"Look at me when I am" Harry sped up his moments, collecting his spit again but this time he spat right on your face. "destroying your tiny fucking pussy, you cum rag. fucking cum now."

reaching your high quickly, you let out the loudest moan of his name. he slapped your pussy, making you realise your mistake. panting, you were still in your post orgasm phase when

your gaze moved to his cock, his boxers felt like they couldn't burst anytime and you felt proud. your smugness was short lived though because he quickly took his fingers out of you.

He gave you a quick wink before slipping the soaked fingers in his mouth back and forth, he groaned, making you suddenly aware of the wetness between thighs.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, cockslut?" Fucking shit, your pussy throbbed at that.

"C-can I ride you please?"

you peered up at him through your eyelashes, hoping to appear innocent—it was all for nothing though, when he just landed another slap on your pussy.

still not saying anything, harry let go of you and walked out of the pool. your green eyed lover looked at you once again before slipping in the sun lounger by the pool.

Harry relaxed back in the chair before beckoning you forward with a finger and you, ever the good girl, go with it. you ignored the confusion and frustration in your mind as you climbed out of the pool.

As soon as you took a step forward, a tsk came from harry. "crawl for me like the good little slut, you are and can be."

you stared at him—it wasn't like you weren't comfortable, you and harry had discussed the limits months ago but what surprised you, was how much you wanted it.

you were broken out of your thoughts when he sighed mockingly. "I said crawl for me or is that too much to understand for your stupid little baby mind?"

you whimpered, dropping to your hands and knees. keeping your head up to maintain eye contact with harry, you crawled over.

once you were there, he was quick to manhandle you on his lap. his hands moved to your neck, where they caressed your collarbones. Harry's mouth replaced his hands soon, sucking hickies in your neck.

"good girl, maybe your not just a set of holes for me to use, after all." he spoke against your skin, making you shiver at his words.

"d-daddy, wanna make you feel good." you moaned, just wanting to please him like he pleased you.

"oh yeah?" he spoke and you could feel him smirk in your neck. "there's my good little cockslut, always so fucking eager to please her daddy. go on, baby, use your hand, since there's no way in hell I am going to grace that little throat with my cock."

nodding pathetically, you quickly lifted yourself up and lowered his boxers, just enough to take out his cock. one of your hands grabbed his cock, while the other swiped over the angry red tip.

your eyes moved to find his, only now taking in the fact that he had lifted his head from your neck. he hissed quietly, making you smile proudly.

your hand that was around his cock, fastened his pace and so did the one that was playing with his cock head. "I am your good girl, your good slut, right, daddy?"

"my best slut, so good to me." he regretted his words when he saw your proud smile change into a cocky one. "but that doesn't change the fact you are a slut, yeah?"

you nodded, letting out another whimper. wanting to make him feel good, you gave attention to his balls and his cock head more. he twitched, indicating that he was close.

and then, suddenly, he took your hand away.

"Gotta save daddy's precious cum for your little tummy, hm baby?" Harry whispered, squeezing your hand before his demeanor changed back to dominance.

"y'wanna have Daddys cum in your tummy?" he began, noting the eager glint in your eyes as you nodded way too fast. "Then earn for it. use your dumb little baby mind to make me cum and I would consider letting you cum again. Ride me."

a broken moan vibrated from your chest, only making him more amused. your lifted yourself before lowering down on his cock slowly.

you placed your hands on his shoulders for support, once you had taken half of him. you begun bouncing on his cock, trying to create a rhythm.

a scream of his name left your mouth, your body finally getting what it wanted. you looked up at him, only to whine at the sight— harry was relaxed back, his hands beside his head and he looked completely disinterested.

"does that feel good, daddy?" you asked, knowing that he had make fun of you—after all, that was what you needed.

"does that feel good, daddy?" he mocked, his lips set into a subtle smirk, even though you knew he was going soft inside. "look at my good cumdump, so eager for her daddy's pleasure."

you whined, bouncing harder on him, going completely in the rhythm you had set. you leaned to kiss him, sighing. after not even two seconds in the kiss, he bit your lip roughly, demanding entrance.

your passionate kiss went on for ten more seconds—seconds that consisted his tongue dominating your mouth and playing with yours—before he pulled away, with your bottom lip in his mouth.

harry leaned back a bit before letting go of it and watching it snap back into your place.

you smirked at the action, fastening your pace. however, it wasn't fast enough for your lover because the next thing you knew, he had thursted up into you, breaking youd rhythm and smirking harder at the broken moan you let out.

he went still again, making you do all the work. sighing lazily, harry moved to rub your clit, making your release come faster and so you bounced harder on him, tightening your pussy every once in a while.

he groaned, making a proud smile appear on your lips.

"d-daddy, can I cum?"

"hold it, yeah?"

before you could reply, he smashed his lips against yours. he rubbed faster at your clit, making you let out a small gasp. he took the opportunity as his tongue entered your mouth.

his tongue played with yours instantly, making you moan against his mouth. his tongue pushed yours back down before exploring your mouth.

harry pulled back, uttering a single growl of "my good girl" before diving in for another long passionate kiss.

feeling his dick hit your g-spot, you moaned loudly. he pulled back again, this time to breathe. he watched with darkened eyes as you threw your head back and screamed his name.

"cum with daddy, baby. let go, yeah? wanna soak daddy with your juices?"

as soon as his permission reached your ears, the coil in your stomach tightened before breaking completely. you screamed his name again, letting out a few curses.

he followed soon after, filling your pussy fully with groans and growls of your name.

you relaxed against his chest, both of you relaxing for ten or so minutes before he carried you back inside, his now softening cock still buried in you.

he laid the both of you on the bed, smiling when you started playing with his hair. Harry nuzzled your neck, laying soft kisses on your neck, smirking whenever he came across an hickey.

the sheets around you were soft and like dreams. however, the man that was covering you with his arms now, was softer.

you stared at him, admiring his beauty and even though it sounded a little creepy, you didn't care. who wouldn't admire this God of a man.

you cuddled against his bare chest even more. you guys had slept while you were cockwarming him—actually, he had carried you around yesterday, since your legs had felt like jelly. you wouldn't have it any other way though.

you closed your eyes, almost falling back asleep when the sound of your phone buzzing snapped your eyes spoken. Harry groaned, tightening his arms around you.

you patted his hair softly, watching as the tension left his body and his eyes softly opened. you gave him your signature smirk, he shook his head, burrying it in your hair afterwards.

his hand gave a small squeeze to your ass, though his hand moved back to your waist, when you shot him a glare.

the cute moment was interrupted by your fucking phone buzzing. he groaned again, nuzzling his head in your hair even more.

you pulled back to blindly grab your phone from the bedside table, smiling at the one direction lockscreen before quickly typing in his name for password.

you looked over your notifications, your disinterest quickly changing into dread as you came across one particular twitter notification.

"no, nope, this can't be happening." you muttered, clicking onto the notification.

Harry furrowed his brows at that, sitting up with you in his arms quickly and accidentally thrusting up in you. "Is it a other hate comment, angel? I told those assholes to not bother my baby but no-"

"shut up, h." you smacked his chest as he raised one eyebrow. "Sarah just messaged me and our photos got leaked. it's breaking the internet."

"what?" he took your phone and sure enough, there were four blurred paparazzi photos of you two from yesterday.

the first one was of him kissing you in the water, the second was of him spitting in your mouth, the next was of him sucking his fingers and winking at you, the fourth was of you crawling for him.

"baby, these are all blurred. the ones with me spitting and you crawling for daddy are even more blurred. management is probably going to do something so don't worry, yeah?"

he wasn't wrong though — you thought, nodding at him. now that you were reassured, maybe you didn't need the earth to swallow you now.

you smiled a little before he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"besides, the world and your little friends now know about how you are a filthy slut for daddy, yea– OW, I AM SORRY!"

[sunshinejunghoseokie]

Blooming; knj.

Pairing: Ravenclaw! Namjoon x Hufflepuff! Reader

Genre: Fluff. A little angst. Hogwarts! AU. Non-Idol! AU.

Summary: As your seventh and final year at Hogwarts is overshadowed by the return of the Triwizard Tournament, you find that it's the small moments and little thing hold the most magic.

Rating & Warnings: PG. A little mutual pining. Namjoon is really soft, Reader is very much in love. Choi Soobin makes a cameo appearance as our reader's best friend.

Word Count: 4.7k.

A/N: This piece is for the BTS x Hogwarts collab hosted by @homeofbangtan. I want to dedicate this to @joyfulhopelox, @delacyrose224, @hyungieyoongi, @imyourhobiii, and @rosietae. You guys are as much a part of this fic as I am. You are my inspiration and my motivation. Thank you for all that you do. A HUGE THANK YOU to @hobipaint for taking the time to beta this and to @ttaetae for creating the stunning banner!

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Sixth Year, Spring Term.

March.

You wouldn’t say that you were one to handle unforeseen circumstances with grace and dignity. Maybe that’s the reason you found yourself here now, an empty bucket caught in your white-knuckled grip with a very surprised, soil covered Ravenclaw boy standing near the greenhouse entrance.

“Seriously?” The Ravenclaw chokes out, dusting the dirt off of himself, a quick wince shifting his features when his fingers pluck an earthworm from his silver hair. “Did you really just throw potting soil at me? Are you insane?”

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone else to come waltzing into the greenhouses tonight! Especially not this late!”

The boy stared at you incredulously, trying to wipe some of the dirt from his robes. “So you attack me with dirt?! How could that have possibly seemed like a good idea?”

“I said I was sorry!” You take a few steps closer to him, careful to avoid knocking off the freshly potted plants from the table as you set down the now empty bucket. “Are...Are you okay? What are you doing in the greenhouses so late?”

“I’m fine. I couldn’t sleep and I like it here.” He admits without hesitation. “Why are you here?”

“Same as you. Professor Longbottom turns a blind eye as long as I help out with the chores around the greenhouses he can’t get to during the day.”

He peeks over your shoulder to see what you had been working on prior to the all of the commotion before stepping up to the edge of the work table to get a closer look. He picks up one of the pots, holding it away from him as he gives it a thorough examination before placing it back down and repeating the process with the other.

“These are Moonseed and Fanged Geranium, right? I’ve read about them in Goshawk’s Guide To Herbology. ”

“Yeah. They are.” You nod, impressed. “Both highly poisonous as I’m sure you’ve learned through your research, so no more surprises, okay?”

“You have my word.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender, the ghost of a dimpled smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You hold out a dragon-hide gloved hand in his direction.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Initial impression aside.” He takes your hand in his, dimples further denting his cheeks as his smile grows wider. “I’m Namjoon.”

He moves to shrug out of his dirty robes, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

“Mind if I help you? I’ve always wanted to get my hands on Fanged Geranium.”

You grab your spare pair of gloves from the table and hold them out for him to take.

“Be my guest.”

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

September.

“They can’t be serious, right? They’re bringing the tournament back after what happened last time?” Your best friend and fellow Hufflepuff - Choi Soobin - leans over, eyes wide and jaw gaping. “This has got to be some kind of joke! The last time they held the tournament, Barty Crouch Jr., a literal Death Eater, spent most of the year disguised as a professor while he kept the real Mad Eye in a trunk! Voldemort hijacked the maze task and kidnapped both of the Hogwarts champions! Someone died!”

“I don’t think this is a joke, Soobs.” You spare your best friend a solemn smile, the knot forming in your stomach tightening.

“I’m going to be sick.” Soobin pushes away his plate full of half eaten roasted chicken and fried potatoes, reaching for his goblet to wash down the bitter taste left in his mouth by the announcement of the tournament with a large gulp of pumpkin juice.

With the return of the infamous Triwizard Tournament, your seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was bound to be unlike any that had come before it. Long gone were the dreams of days spent curled up on the couch near the hearth in the Hufflepuff common room and late nights tucked away in the greenhouses covered in soil as you listened to the sound of the crickets singing into the darkness.

No, the halls of the castle would be abuzz with the excitement brought on by the three tasks, each more daunting than the last. The normal sea of black robes would be intermingled with the silky blue dresses of Beauxbatons Academy and the red velvet and fur trimmed uniforms of Durmstrang Institute.

“This is insane! Surely the headmaster has lost his mind!”

You catch Namjoon’s eye from across the Great Hall, his own look of surprise surely mirroring the one etched onto your features. His dark eyes are wide, normally rosy cheeks flushed and pale. You wish you could read his mind and know what he’s thinking, what is running through his mind as his teeth latch onto his bottom lip, gnawing absently on the plump flesh. His fingers are threaded together, elbows resting on the deep mahogany of the Ravenclaw table.

He had written to you over the summer break, sharing the hushed conversations he had overheard his mother and father having late into the night as the new term had drawn closer. His father, the right hand of the current Minister of Magic, had heard rumors floating around about the return of the tournament but Namjoon’s father, and Namjoon himself, took it with a grain of salt.

There was always talk of it reemerging, but nothing ever came to fruition in the past.

Not until now.

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

October.

“Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

It had become routine, sitting together in the classes you shared, partnering up for projects and sharing whispered conversations as the professor’s lectures droned on in the background. At night, you would steal away to the greenhouses long after the castle had gone quiet in search of each other's company.

Kim Namjoon spares you one of his heartstopping dimpled grins and a little wave as he slides into the empty spot to your left. He sets his books and wand onto the table in front of him without much thought, each in pristine condition unlike your secondhand tomes, the binding cracked and threatening to fall apart at the seams.

“Have you ever known me to pass up a chance for butterbeer or Honeydukes, Joon?”

The dimly lit potions classroom leaves shadows dancing across Namjoon’s features. Even the darkness of the castle dungeons can’t seem to dull the shine of the smile that spreads across his lips, dimples indenting his cheeks.

“That’s true.” He laughs, taking out his parchment form last class, the page filled with his slanted, messy scrawl. You had always found his handwriting endearing, messy and utterly Namjoon. “You’ve got to have the biggest chocolate frog and peppermint toad stash out of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Hey!” You knock your shoulder against his, flipping your potions textbook open to the page marked at the front of the room on the chalkboard. “I wouldn’t have to keep so many if you didn’t steal them out of my bag all the time!”

“You’re the one who always asks me if I want one!”

“It’s called being polite!”

“Saying no when you offer me one wouldn’t exactly be polite, now would it?”

“Whatever.” You huff, rolling your eyes in jest. “I should make you pitch in to replace the ones we’ve eaten if you’re going to keep eating them, too.”

“Okay.” He picks up his quill as the professor begins the lesson. “Guess that means we’re going to Hogsmeade together then. Meet me in the courtyard at eight Saturday morning?”

Saturday morning, the air is crisp and cold, the wind stinging at your nose and cheeks as you walk the cobblestone streets alongside Namjoon, taking refuge in one of the many shops when the cold seeps through your coat. After seeing you shiver, Namjoon takes the tabongin off his head and pulls it over yours, making sure to cover your ears to shield them from the cold.

“There.” He pats the top of your head after the knit is secured to his liking. “Better?”

“Much.” You nod, chalking up the burning in your cheeks to the chill and not the result of his warm gaze lingering on you. “Where should we go first?”

Namjoon simply smiles, leading you towards the entrance of Dogweed And Deathcap, Hogmead’s one and only herbology shop.

Namjoon buys an assortment of herbology and astronomy books from Tomes And Scrolls and a new set of quills and ink from Scrivenshaft’s.

You drag him along behind you in Zonko’s Joke Shop, pointing to the products you had taken home after last year and telling him the stories of the pranks you had played on your muggle parents.

By the time you’re stepping out of Honeydukes, bags of peppermint toads, chocolate frogs, and sugar quills in hand, you’re more than happy to slide into one of the tables at The Three Broomsticks with a mug of warm butterbeer warming your numb hands, both of your closest friends joining you.

“Wait, so you’re the reason Joon comes back to Ravenclaw tower every night covered in dirt?” Namjoon’s best friend, playfully dubbed ‘Nerd’, nearly chokes on a sip of butterbeer after he introduces you. She sputters out a cough, Namjoon’s hand patting at her back in an attempt to help her recover.

“In my defense, the only time it was my fault that he ended up covered in dirt was the first time when we met last year! Every other time, it’s on him! I have never seen someone drop as many pots as him! Last night, he was reaching for one full of dragon dung to fertilize some puffapods and tipped it over and ended up covered in it! Oh, and last week he-”

“Okay, okay.” Namjoon cuts you off, pushing a fresh butterbeer towards you. “I think we get it. I’m a klutz.”

“I’m just teasing you, Joon.” You take a sip, the drink warming your throat.

You miss the way Namjoon’s face falls when Soobin reaches over to wipe away the foam left behind on your top lip after you take a sip of your drink, eyes following the movement of the younger boy’s thumb brushing across your skin.

“Don’t worry too much about. Y/N thinks you being clumsy is cute. It’s pretty much all she-”

You nudge Soobin in the side, elbow colliding with his ribs hard enough to make him wince and shoot a glare in your direction.

“Anyways! What do you guys think the first task is going to be?”

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

November.

You don’t know how long you had been pacing, surely carving a path into the greenhouse floor. The knot in your stomach and lump in your throat refused to ease up, your chest aching as your heart hammered against your ribs with the force of a jackhammer.

Namjoon was late.

Would he even come at all?

The first task had ended hours ago and you hadn’t seen him since. You knew that seeing Sunny collapse after her bout with the dragon had gotten to him, the sight of the Hogwarts champion and one of his closest friends unconscious wracking him with anxiety.

When the greenhouse door opens with a creak, you snap your head up to look at him. You move on instinct, meeting him a few steps into the room. Your arms wrap around his waist in a tight hug, eyes welling up with tears.

He lets out a heavy sigh, arms enveloping you back to return your embrace, cheek resting against the top of your head.

“I was worried about you.” Your voice is muffled by his chest but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he’s here, not when you know that he’s hurting. “Are you okay? How is Sunny?”

“She’ll be okay. She’s in the infirmary right now.”

“And you? You’ll be okay, too, right?”

“Yeah.”

You lift your head to look at him. He reaches a hand up, thumb brushing away a stray tear that had started to fall down your cheek. He lets his touch linger, even if only for a moment, before he steps back.

“I’ll be okay.”

There it was again.

The unspoken feeling that seemed to hang over you in moments like this, moments where Namjoon seems less like a friend and more like something deeper, more tangible. Something...more.

Seventh Year, Fall Term.

December.

“Go to the ball with me.”

“What?” You freeze, your lunch all but forgotten as you stare at Soobin in disbelief.

“Go to the ball with me.” Soobin repeats himself with a shrug, shoveling another bite of hash into his awaiting mouth. “It’s not a big deal. If someone else has already asked, it’s cool. I just figured it’d be fun to go together if neither of us already had a date.”

“No one’s asked me, at least not yet, but-”

“But you’re waiting to see if Namjoon does?” He quirks an eyebrow in your direction, smirking. “The ball is in three days, Y/N. If he was going to, I think he would have by now.”

You know that Soobin’s right, the bitter truth of his words sinking in and leaving you feeling like nothing more than a balloon that’s lost all of its air.

“Yeah. You’re right.” You sigh, pushing what’s left of your food around on your plate with your fork. “Sure. Why not? I’ll go with you.”

“Great!” Soobin grins, all wide eyes while he chomps on his hash. “It’ll be great!”

“Hey, Kim!” Park Jimin slings his arm across the back of Namjoon’s shoulders, easily falling into step with the taller boy. “Excited for the Yule Ball? Found yourself a pretty little witch to spin around on the dance floor?”

“I’ll probably just go with Y/N.” Namjoon is quick to roll his eyes, shrugging off Jimin’s arm and putting a bit of distance between them.

“That’s the Hufflepuff girl you’re always hanging out with lately, yeah? I hate to break it to you, buddy, but another Badger asked her if she’d go with him at lunch this afternoon.”

“What?” Namjoon stops dead in his tracks, hands tightening on the books in his grasp. “Did she say she’d go with him?”

“Would you say no to Choi Soobin? I mean, c’mon. Even I’d say yes if he asked me.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Okay, yeah, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t blame her for saying yes, though. He’s got the whole boy next door thing going for him. It’s the pout, I swear. How can anyone say no to that?”

“Earthworm...Y/N doesn’t like him like that.” Namjoon can feel his cheeks burning, heart thundering in his chest. “They’re just friends.”

Namjoon’s not sure who he’s working harder to convince: Jimin or himself.

“Whatever you say. You’re the expert on the subject. But between you and me? If you wanted to ask her, you should have before someone else beat you to it.” Jimin snickers and holds his hands up on surrender, turning on his heel to walk the opposite way down the hall towards his next class.

Namjoon’s feet move on instinct towards Ravenclaw tower, the common room password falling from his lips absently.

If anyone ever asked, Namjoon wouldn’t hesitate to say that the Ravenclaw common room was the best of the four houses.

At the top of a winding spiral staircase on the west side of the castle stands a door without a doorknob nor keyhole. The only indicator that it is a door at all is the bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle that rests at eye level. If one wishes to enter the Ravenclaw common room, they must answer a carefully constructed riddle posed by the eagle. If answered incorrectly, the student would find themselves waiting at the top of the staircase, hoping that another student came along sooner rather than later and was able to answer their riddle correctly.

The domed ceiling reflects the stars etched into the midnight blue carpeting, the patterns creating makeshift constellations. The walls of the wide, circular room are draped with blue and bronze silks, the fabrics swaying in the breeze on the days where the weather was nice enough to permit opening the arched windows. From the tower, you can see everything from the castle grounds and beyond - the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch, the Herbology greenhouses, and the towering peaks of the surrounding mountains. Portraits of famous Ravenclaw alumni are hung about, a white marble statue of the founder, Rowena Ravenclaw, stands next to the door leading to the dormitories. At night, the wind sings as it passes through the staircase leading to the tower, the perfect lullaby to drift off to sleep to.

Namjoon’s favorite part, however, is the house’s own personal library. While it may not be as large as the castle's main library, he was willing to bet it had just as many - if not more - books stacked on the shelves. He often found himself tucked into the back of the shelves perched on the divan in the farthest corner when he wanted a little alone time, flipping through whichever of the many books captured his attention.

He knows when he hears the sound of his name being called that his peace and quiet was about to be cut short. His best friend - affectionately dubbed as ‘Nerd’ by none other than the Gryffindor quidditch captain, Kim Seokjin, himself - finds him in the niche. He closes the book in his hands, his wand resting between the pages as a makeshift bookmark.

“Kim Namjoon. You and I need to have a talk.”

“A talk about what?”

Nerd rolls her eyes, settling into the empty chair across the small table from him. She lets the stack of textbooks and rolled parchment fall onto the tabletop with a huff, the items cluttering the surface.

“Are you really going to sit here and sulk?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not sulking.”

“You totally are! You’re sulking! Look, you’re even pouting!”

“I am not!” Namjoon forces his features to morph into a tense smile, the upturn of his lips awkward. “See?”

“I’ve known you since we were in diapers. It’s going to take more than a fake smile that is quite honestly a little disturbing to convince me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” Nerd slouches in her seat, arms crossed over her chest. “Does it have something to do with Y/N?”

“Y/N? What, no? Why would me being upset, theoretically, have anything to do with her?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Joon. Maybe because you’re in love with her?”

“What? No, I’m not! We’re just friends!”

“Oh really?”

“Yes! Really!” Namjoon’s cheeks are burning, flushing more red than pink.

“Tell me the truth, Joon!”

“Fine! You want to know? I’m jealous that she agreed to go to the Yule Ball with Choi Soobin and not me!”

His outburst captures the attention of the fourth year, Taehyun, sitting at the table adjacent to where they’re sitting. The younger boy shakes his head as Namjoon mutters a quick apology.

“Are you happy now?”

“No.” Nerd frowns, the downturn of her lips makes guilt pool in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach. “I just...I want you to be happy and I know that she does that. Makes you happy.”

“She does.” He doesn’t bother fighting anymore, letting the emotions he’s spent months pushing down bubble up to the surface, threatening to overflow and completely consume him. “But what if I don’t make her happy? What if I couldn’t?”

“You’ll never know unless you try, Joon. I hate seeing you like this. All of the pining from afar is driving me mad. Especially when it is painfully obvious that Y/N is crazy about you. So, are you going to let her slip through your fingers and miss your chance? Or are you going to do something about it?”

“I...I’m going to do something about it.” A small, playful smirk takes over Namjoon’s face when he sees the relief coloring his best friend’s eyes. “Now, what about you? Are you going to take your own advice and finally say something to Jin?”

“Hey!” She raises her wand, fully prepared to send a hex in his direction. “This isn’t about me!”

Fall Semester, Seventh Year.

December, Christmas Eve.

Nestled in a nook on the right hand side of the kitchen corridor, concealed behind a stack of barrels, stands the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. There is no password needed to reveal the entrance, no, instead you must tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of ‘Helga Hufflepuff’. When done correctly, the lid of the barrel will swing open, exposing a passageway that will lead to the basement if you crawl.

The basement itself is earth and warm. The close proximity to the kitchens always left the room smelling of freshly baked bread and sweets. The room is always sunny, the circular windows providing a view of dandelions and rippling grass. Plants are scattered about, hanging from the ceiling and lining the windowsills. The head of House, Pomona Sprout, is to thank for the greenery found in the common room and dormitories. She was always happy to encourage those with an interest in Herbology, sharing plants with them that could do everything from blooming only under the light of a full moon to singing and dancing. The Hufflepuff common room is the only of the four houses to have a portrait of their founder, the framed likeness of Helga Hufflepuff hung above the hearth. The wooden fireplace is enchanted to be fireproof, the grains carved with intricate patterns of badgers and lush woodlands.

There are various underground tunnels leading off from the common room, two of which are tucked behind perfectly circular doors that lead to the boy and girl’s respective dormitories.

Tonight, the common room is empty, the fire in the hearth warming the space and casting the room in a golden light.

When you push through the door of the girl’s dorm, you see Soobin standing alone off to the side of one of the many overstuffed sofas adjusting his tie. He’s wearing his best dress robes and sports a smile, giving you a once over.

“Y/N! You look incredible!”

You do a little spin, the silk of your skirt moving with ease, following your movement.

You had seen the dress in the window of Gladrags Wizardwear back in October. It had taken nearly a month to convince yourself that it was justified to spend a rather large chunk of your galleons and sickles on the gown.

“Thank you, Soobs.” You link your arm with his when you reach him.

“Ready to get this show on the road?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” You nod, allowing him to lead you towards the entrance of the common room.

Your eyes search the crowd of students gathered before the entrance of the Great Hall, looking for an all too familiar dimpled smile only to come up short.

“Wait, I’ll be right back.”

You let go of Soobin’s arm, lifting up the hem of your gown as you descend the final steps of the grand staircase when you spot Nerd standing near the entrance to the Great Hall.

“Hey, hi!” You spare an awkward half wave. “Is Namjoon here?”

She smiles, the sight of it bittersweet as she shakes her head.

“No, he made it out of the common room and decided he wasn’t going to come.”

“What? He’s not coming? Where is he?”

“He said he needed to clear his head.” She gives you a knowing look.

The greenhouses.

You nod, thanking her before making your way back to Soobin, weaving through the crowd carefully so you don’t knock into any of the witches or wizards milling about.

“Hey, I am so sorry but I have to go. I have to find Namjoon.”

“Go. It’s okay.” He reaches forward to pull your jacket tighter around your shoulders. “Tell him how you feel.”

“Thank you. I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“There’s no need.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. As long as you’re happy, that’s enough for me. Now go!”

“Okay, okay!” You hold your hands up in mock surrender, pulling him into a quick embrace before turning on your heel and heading towards the courtyard and away from the Great Hall.

The sleeves of Namjoon’s wrinkled shirt are pushed haphazardly around his elbows. His suit jacket is laid forgotten at the edge of the table, his tie hanging loosely around his neck - the knot undone and ends hanging at uneven lengths. The thighs of his dress pants are covered in dust and dirt, thoroughly ruined.

He doesn’t hear you enter and you take advantage of that, watching the way he works. He handles the plants and tools laid out before him with care. Your heart breaks when he lets out a muttered curse under his breath and his shoulders slump, hands gripping at the edge of the table and head hanging limply on his neck.

You feel it then, the gravity of what you feel for him.

Your heart is nothing more than a piece of glass in Namjoon’s hands. Any slip of his hands - any tremble or stumble - would leave you shattered and ruined. But, none of that matters. Not when you would still choose to give it to him if you had to do it all over again.

And again. And again. And again.

“Joon? Are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t you be at the ball?” He ignores your question, instead posing one of his own.

“Why would I want to be there when you’re here?”

He straightens, keeping his back to you as he messes with the flowers spread out in front of him, holding the petals of the lilac gently between his fingers.

“You’ll ruin your dress.”

“I don’t care.” You refuse to budge, taking a step closer to him, the bottom of your dress brushing across the floor of the greenhouse. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I just…” Namjoon lets out a sigh, setting the pot in his hands back onto the table beside him before turning his attention to you. “I look at you, I hear the sound of your voice, and I can’t help but feel like you’re special. Like the universe took it’s time making you. And when you look at me...I feel like flowers grow in my chest, blooming until it’s impossible to catch my breath.”

His soil stained fingers reach forward to cup your cheek and you find yourself leaning into the warmth of his touch. His palm is warm, the feeling of it pressed gently against your skin comforting.

Up close, Namjoon smells like the earth, of the plants he spends countless hours nurturing under the moonlight and fresh parchment stained by a bottle of freshly opened ink. You can’t help but wonder what shines brighter, the little flecks of gold near his pupil or the view of the stars from the astronomy tower in the dead of the night.

“I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry if I’m too late.”

“You’re telling me now, Joon.” Your hands find his waist, clutching at the hem of his dress shirt and fisting it in your grip.

“Do you know what lilacs mean to muggles?”

“Love. First love.”

“Yeah.” He nods, cheeks dusted an unmistakable shade of pink, even in the dim light of the greenhouse. He motions to the other flowers on the table. “Sunflowers mean loyalty and adoration. Daffodils mean chivalry and new beginnings. I wasn’t...I’m not the best at telling you how I feel. So, I figured I’d show you in a way we both could understand. Through this, through plants and flowers.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I did."

The smile that overtakes Namjoon’s face, his thumb brushing across the apple of your cheek in slow, lazy circles, is enough to leave your resolve cracking. Fracturing and splitting apart, caving to the warmth of his touch and soft glow shining in his eyes. You look away, all of it too much, letting your head rest against his chest. The steady beating of his heart leaves your own aching in your chest.

“I love you, Earthworm.” He means it.

“I love you, too.” You mean it, too.

[rogue-durin-16]

OUT OF TROUBLE

Summary: After a Quidditch match, both George and Y/n sneaked out to grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks with their respective teammates. The tension between the two groups might end up causing more trouble than imagined.

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty kinda fluffy

Tags:

George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @skarlettmikaelson

Warnings: blood, injuries, violence, concussion, language (?)

A/N: idk what to say apart from the idea of George losing his shit big time won't leave me alone and idek why (blaming it on that scene in the Order of the Phoenix in which George and Harry beat Malfoy the fuck up) so enjoy <3

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"Well," McGonagall's severe eyes scrutinized all six of us from the other side of her desk. "who is going to give us" she briefly motioned at Snape, who stood by her side with an unimpressed yet disappointed look on his face. "a proper explanation of why Madam Rosmerta so kindly let us know that not only seven of our seventh year students were on Hogsmeade without permission,"

"But also making a scene and coming to blows." Snape finished, quirking a brow. "Do you know how lucky you are that Madam Rosmerta picked on the fact that you were students?" The potions teacher's eyes fixed on the three Gryffindors before inquiring, "Who started it?"

Silence.

"Merlin's— There is a student in the hospital wing!" McGonagall exclaimed outraged. "You all ought to come clean about this one."

More silence.

"Mister Weasley, you seem to be unusually quiet." The Head of Slytherin pointed out.

"Well, you see, professor," George's head, which had until that moment been resting on his arms over the school desk, was tilted up slightly. "I've got a bit of a headache going on." He motioned at the back of his head, in which a patch of dried blood had glued his hair.

"Weasley, I must insist on you to go see Madam Pomfrey." McGonagall's tone, although remaining severe, softened a bit.

"Nah, 's not that bad." George gave Warrington a side look and forced himself to sit upright.

"I'm going to ask again." Snape spoke. "Who started it?" He weighed the possibilities before inquiring, "Mister Weasley?"

"Why me?!" George flinched at his own shouting.

"Do you want me to believe the state Mister Montague was left in was Miss Spinnet's doing? Miss Bell's, perhaps?" The Gryffindor girls grumbled under their breaths, catching the professor's attention. "What was that?"

"I said why us?" Katie questioned with a tinge of indignation. "Is it because we're Gryffindors?"

"Obviously." Snape spat, earning a roll from Mcgonagall, though she didn't oppose her colleague.

Alicia only laughed humorlessly and folded her arms over her chest.

"We can stay here all night, if you'd like it that way." McGonagall stated after around five minutes of just silence.

"Ugh, fine." George let his head fall in the comfort of his forearms again and groaned, "it was me— I started it. Can we go now?"

"What the hell?!"

"Miss Spinnet!" McGonagall scolded her, stomping her desk.

"Can we go now or not?" George's eyes met my shocked gaze briefly.

"Everyone but you, Mister Weasley." McGonagall stated.

"Wait, no." I tapped my foot nervously against the tiles and took at deep breath. "It wasn't him, it was me."

"Miss Y/l/n!" I refused to meet McGonagall's and Snape's face, so I left my eyes casted down, but I still heard the professors' quiet whispers. "What on Godric's name happened?"

Two Hours Earlier

After a Quidditch victory in Slytherin's favor, some of us had resolved to sneak out of the castle and go celebrate with a drink in Hogsmeade.

Turns out some Gryffindors had had the same idea, though the drink they were having was definitely not a celebration.

"Look who's here," Montague nodded in the Gryffindors direction, purposefully walking in their direction. "You're missing half of the team!" He chuckled, not stopping more than a couple of seconds. "Are they crying on their dorms?"

"Get lost, Montague." Katie Bell spat, earning faces from both Graham and Cassius. Alicia Spinnet flipped us off, and George limited himself to give me a small wave, which I returned with a little smile.

"How's the place this crowed?" Kevin questioned with a frown as we tried and failed to find an empty booth.

"No idea." I replied, taking a look around. "I'll go grab the drinks, you look for a place, yeah?" Cassius nodded and I made my way to the counter; I could feel Bell's and Spinnet's dirty looks on me while I ordered the butter beers.

"Celebrating, are we?" My head turned to meet George's form, leaning on the counter besides me.

"Yup." I shortly answered with a proud grin.

"You're missing your seeker." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I wonder where he's at."

"You know where he's at." I quirked my brow when he played dumb, a smug smile dancing on his lips. "I'm very aware it was you who sent him to the hospital wing."

"It was actually a bludger." He pointed out, giving Madam Rosmerta the coins for a butter beer.

"Oi, what are you doing?" I attempted to shove his hand away, but there was no use.

"Smoothly buying you a drink?" He winked and I felt blood going up to my cheeks. "Just her drink, though." He added, looking at Rosmerta.

"No you're not— he's not." The owner of the Three Broomsticks gave us a look but ended up accepting my money instead.

"Aw c'mon, Y/n" George pouted while Rosmerta passed me the drinks. "I've just lost an important match, let me have a win?"

"You can buy me the next drink," I resolved, chuckling at the way his expression lighted up. "but only if you don't cause trouble."

"Pfft I'm too depressed to cause trouble." I could tell he wasn't joking, though he still made it sound humorous. "Need help with that?" He motioned at the four drinks I was attempting to grab.

"No she doesn't."

George visibly grimaced at the sight of Cassius but, instead of snapping at him, he only leaned on me and pecked my cheek after saying, "No trouble, see?"

"Piss off, Weasley."

"No need to be that rude." I spat, taking two glasses in my hand.

"No need to consort with the enemy." He responded, picking up the remaining jars.

We approached the spot our Quidditch team had taken and had a surprisingly uneventful good time, until Montague started to run his mouth.

"Look at them, they're so pathetic." He obnoxiously laughed.

"Look at whom?" I questioned, a bit lost in my thoughts to know what he was even talking about.

"Don't play dumb." He hissed. "As if you haven't been staring at that Weasel since we entered."

"Ugh, honestly Graham." I lazily played with my jar. "Can't we just enjoy the drink without focusing on the only three Gryffindors in the room?"

"You're one to talk." Cassius mumbled.

"Meaning?"

"Graham's right, you've been staring at him." I pinched the bridge of my nose. They've done this little number so many times that I was no longer embarrassed. "What was that kiss about?"

"Cassius!"

"What kiss?" Graham inquired.

"He kissed her."

"Oh my gosh—" I threw my head down to my forearms in desperation.

"Ew!" Kevin gagged dramatically. "Did you let a blood traitor kiss you with that filthy mouth?"

"You did not just say that." My tone held a serious warning as I looked up at our keeper.

"Great, he's staring." Cassius grumbled.

"Frankly, he could use a lesson." My eyes widened at Graham's words; at first I thought he was joking, but then he grabbed his wand with a wicked smirk.

"Don't make a bloody number." I whispered. "We'll get in trouble."

"Y/l/n, I'm starting to think you're not on our side."

"Montague, if you earn us detention—" my words were cut off by another statement of his.

"No one's gonna know if we're sneaky enough." I looked at Bletchley and Warrington for some back up but they both seemed to be on board with Montague's plan. "What about a little... cruci—" before he could finish the word, I kicked his chair, making him fall to the floor.

"What's wrong with you?!" I shouted, kicking his wand away after standing up myself.

"Y/n, calm down." Cassius said.

"He was gonna use the Cruciatus, so maybe no?!"

"Careful, Y/n." By then, Montague had already gotten up; Bletchley had to tug him back for him not to go against me. "If you get along with scum, you're scum."

I didn't fully realise that I had slapped him until I heard a few people gasping; all from sudden, I was very aware that I had attracted unwanted attention.

There was a moment of tense silence between Montague and me, quickly followed by him grabbing my hair and hitting my face against the table, too fast for me to do anything about it.

"OI!" Cassius pulled me away from Montague, my hands covering my most likely broken nose, debating on whether to hold it to stop the nosebleed or not touching it to avoid more pain.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

"They're talking shit." Katie whispered, squinting her eyes at the Slytherins.

"Of course they're talking shit." I responded.

"I'd love to go there and shove those—" Alicia grumbled, tightening the grip on her glass.

"Don't." They both looked at me expectant and I only shrugged. "Y/n asked me not to cause trouble."

Alicia snorted when my eyes travelled to Y/n and Katie mocked me with a silly grin. "Awww, Alicia, he's in love."

"George Weasley is in love" Alicia faked a gag. "With a Slytherin."

"Oh my— you're two shut up." I felt blush creeping up my neck, though I couldn't help the smile twitching up the corners of my lips.

"I mean," Katie shrugged, sharing a look with our friend. "Could be worse."

"Could be Warrington." Before I could respond to Alicia, a loud noise was heard behind me. "Ooooh your princess just kicked Montague." Our chaser commented; we all turned around to look at the Slytherins. "This is gonna be fun."

"Why do I feel like they're talking about us?" I said with a laugh.

"Did... Did she just say 'cruciatus'?" Katie questioned, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Damn! Okay, time to go." Alicia whispered, getting up right after Y/n had slapped Montague. Katie and I were already following her to the exit when a thud made us stop in our tracks.

"He did not—" Katie started.

"He did." Alicia replied; she was quick to double check on me, but I was quicker to stalk towards Montague. "George no!"

READER'S P. O. V.

I came to the conclusion that we were already in trouble, so I might as well go for it and get Montague back.

Cassius saw that coming and held me back by my forearms, but Graham was being pushed against the table behind him in the blink of an eye.

It took us all aback the way George had stormed in scene; we stood there frozen for a hot second, until Bletchley realised Montague was trying to shake George off in vain while the Gryffindor threw blows at him whilst tackling him to the table.

"George! Stop!" Alicia yelled, coming to stand by my side, unsure of what to do.

"Get off him!" The keeper was the first one to try and remove George from Graham, whose face was starting to look as bloodied as mine. He did succeed for a split second, giving the Slytherin chaser enough room to get back at George.

I shook Cassius off the moment Montague jumped on George to aid the ginger, but before I could do anything, he was punching Graham again, though now he sported a swollen lip himself, along with a cut on his cheek, probably caused by Graham's rings.

This time, when Bletchley tried to shove him off Montague, he ended up with George's elbow digging into his stomach.

"He's gonna kill him!" Bell exclaimed, genuinely worried about the outcome.

"George!" I called his name, hoping it would have an effect, but the beater was too lost on the fight. "Wait— No!!" I tried to grab Cassius' hand when I saw him reaching for one of the heavy jars, but he was quicker to crash it on George's crown.

He hissed, losing balance instantly; his hands went to the back of his head, releasing Montague from his hold. My teammate took the opportunity to kick him off, but before he could try to punch George again, I reached to them, pulling the ginger away and not so accidentally stomping on my Montague in the process.

Just when everything seemed to have calmed down, I noticed Spinnet had thrown herself to Cassius.

Bell was struggling to tug her friend away, Cassius was being pulled back by a mildly hurt Bletchley, Montague was curled up in a ball on the floor and George and I stayed knelt not far from him while I checked his head.

It was only when Madam Rosmerta appeared with a towering, strong employee who managed to separate Spinnet and Warrington that it came to an end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Graham tried to use the Cruciatus curse on George, professor." I explained without meeting McGonagall's eyes. "And I stopped him."

"He— he what?!" The Head of Gryffindor yelled horrified.

"Miss Y/l/n, did you send Mister Montague to the hospital wing?" Snape questioned wearily.

"That was me." George replied before I could make anything up. "And Warrington broke a glass on my head."

"Spinnet tried to kill me!" Warrington shouted.

"If I had wanted to kill you, you'd be dead!" Alicia yelled back.

"Don't lie to yourself darling!" Bletchley hissed.

"Don't 'darling' her dickhead, I'll jump on you right here!" Bell spat, leaning over her table.

"Shut up, Bell!"

"ENOUGH!" McGonagall shouted. "Fifty points will be substracted from each of you. Your families will be informed of this, and needless to say you won't make any more trips to Hogsmeade."

"Minerva, I think Weasley has earned himself detention for the rest of the year." Snape commented.

"And so did Mister Montague and Miss Y/l/n." She responded. "Now off to sleep, all of you— except from Weasley and Y/l/n, you two go see Madam Pomfrey— no but's, Weasley."

"Yes professor." George sighed, getting up and following me out of the class and into the corridor. "You okay?" His voice was so soft as he fell into step with me that I had to refrain myself from kissing him.

"Nose's probably broken." I shrugged, stealing a look at his crown. "How's your head?"

"Hurts a bit." He was obviously playing it off, but I didn't say a thing about it. "I'm sorry for that little number."

"Nonsense! As if it was your fault Montague's a douche." I reassured him.

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"I'm only mad at the fact that I didn't get to punch him." I replied with a chuckle triggering a smile on his. "Plus," I chewed on my lower lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, "it was kinda hot."

George let out a shocked snort, his whole face redder than mine while words stumbled incoherently out of his mouth, preventing him from forming a coherent sentence.

"Don't do it again, though."

"Uh- yeah— NO- I mean, no- I-I won't— I don't do this often—" I giggled at his stammering and brushed his pinky with my own. He cleared his throat and took the hint, intertwining his fingers with mines. "You know, technically it was you who caused trouble so..."

"So?"

"Can I still buy you a drink?" He sheepishly requested, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand while we reached the hospital wing.

"We're banned from Hogsmeade, though." I reminded him.

"Well, I might know a way of getting there without being noticed."

"I'm in then." I stated. "Only if you promise we'll stay out of trouble."

"Can't promise that." He squeezed my hand and let it go when Madam Pomfrey spotted us. "But I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will." I tugged on his sleeve and placed a kiss on his cheek before following the healer's directions.

[thatgoblin]

Portal Part 3

Summary: Reader is napping on the couch as a lightning storm rages on outside, creating the perfect event for a portal to open. She’s sucked into it as one of the Resident Evil animated movies plays on her television and she’s dropped in the middle of an outbreak and left to defend herself while looking for help and a way home.

Warnings: Violence, probably bad puns, and mildly descriptive gore.

“Stay with me,” Chris said as he led the way up the stairs. “This place is a maze and we’ll get lost or separated easily if we don’t watch it.” Miming the way he carried himself, you found it much easier to move with the rifle and not be as clunky.

“Chris, this is Carlos, do you read me?” The slightly static voice of Carlos came into your ear, making you jump slightly. “You won’t believe this.”

“Something tells me I will,” Chris said under his breath before answering over the radio. “This is Chris, over. What is it?”

“They put Raccoon City down here. At least a good chunk of it.” It felt like a brick had dropped into your stomach, making you want to be sick again. There was no leaving this place. It was going to keep going forever. “We haven’t seen anyone, but it’s pretty realistic. It’s got rain and fire, just like being outside.”

“Y/N and I are in the Spencer Mansion. Be on your guard, but keep going. There’s a way out of here and we have to find it,” Chris said.

“Gotcha. Carlos, out.”

“This day just gets better and better,” you said softly, following Chris down the hall. Staying out of the rooms, you brought up the rear as you stayed vigilant. Even though there was nothing yet, it didn't mean there wouldn’t be later.

You had played the original game when it first came out on Playstation 1. Eight year old you had no business playing it, but the older neighbor kid said it was fun and let you borrow it. Jill had always been your favorite to play. She was strong and smart and could take care of herself. Sure there were corny lines in the game and she didn’t have the best writing, but you could see yourself in her character. Chris had been fun to play too. While Jill was a bit faster and could pick locks and play the piano, Chris was more brawn and could push the bigger items aside. Even in the remake it made you giddy to play it all over again.

The whole series had been one adventure after the other for you. It was never that scary, giving you weird dreams rather than nightmares, but nothing to make you stop playing them. You especially loved the remakes, enjoying the new stories that had been written for the beloved characters.

Thinking of that as you followed a real, flesh and blood man that you had always thought of as a cool character made you feel a bit dizzy. That and the adrenaline. This Chris, the one protecting you, trying to save you and keep you safe, wasn’t very different from the seventh game. Resident Evil Biohazard had been the one to scare you. It wasn’t an armed B.S.A.A. agent with his team, no. It was an everyday guy who was looking for his wife. Ethan had no idea the horrors that were out there in that world. You felt just like him. Dropped into this nightmare trying to survive while people hunted you down.

Deep growling had pulled you from your thoughts as Chris’ hand was held up to motion for you to stop. You wanted to know what it was, but were too scared to ask. Would it attack? Would it trigger an ambush? The mansion had been a death sentence of boobytraps for almost the entirety of S.T.A.R.S. They had been trained to deal with the worst, but the mansion had swallowed them whole. Only four people survived and two of them did because they had stayed put while Chris and Jill had done the dirty work to get out. So what were your chances of survival?

The growling came closer as a pack of zombies began to round the corner in front of you.

“Turn back,” Chris grunted as he fired his rifle to take out the closest ones. You turned to run back towards the stairs, but found more zombies coming from that direction too.

“They’re behind us!” You cried, aiming for their heads as you picked them off.

“Shit!”

They weren’t stopping either. They kept coming, climbing over the bodies in front of them as they continued to be stacked as you continued shooting.

“We’re gonna run out of ammo if we don’t move,” you said, looking to the side. “We have to pick a room and hope it’s got a way out!” Chris was doing just that. He’d opened a door to the room finding it had another way out on the other side.

“Go!” Chris yelled, motioning for you to go first. Ducking into the room, you saw an armoire against the wall. As soon as Chris was in the room, he slammed the door shut as you were shoving the heavy piece of furniture in front of it. Jumping next to you, Chris helped you get it in place. With some sort of barrier constructed, he led you through the other door into another hall. The groaning was still there, but further away. “I think we’re clear. Come on.”

No longer being as careful about your noise, the two of you jogged down the hall and away from the zombies. Checking the doors now, most were locked. There had been a small hope that this wouldn’t be like the game, that you wouldn’t have to solve puzzles or fight the big monsters. The carefree adventures of a game were not the same when that game was real life.

There was no word from Carlos or Leon, you hoped that no news was good news and they were okay.

Staying on Chris, you were thoroughly lost and the longer you two moved the more you were convinced he was too. Deciding on a door to try, Chris went in first. You were about to step through the door when a metal shutter slammed down, cutting you off.

“Chris!” You cried, looking around the door to see if there was a trigger or something to get it open.

“I’m okay! What about you?!” He yelled from the other side, banging on the shutter.

“I’m good!” Even as the words left your mouth, you knew they were a lie. A harsh growl caught your attention. Through the glass, you could see a pair of glowing red eyes staring at you. “I can’t stay here, Chris! Dogs!” You yelled as the animal crashed through the glass. Your rifle was up in seconds as you fired on the decaying animal. It fell with a yelp that made your heart ache. No one received special treatment with the virus, not even animals.

“Go! Keep your radio on!” Chris yelled. Your response was cut off as another dog came through the window. Shooting that one as well, you didn’t stick around to wait for a third. Having Chris with you had helped you keep from freaking out, but on your own with monsters around the corner was terrifying. Finding a room to duck into, you locked it so you could catch your breath. It was just a small bedroom with a dresser and bed.

“What are you doing?” You muttered to yourself, taking a seat on the bed. Your body was screaming at you to rest, to lay down to close your eyes just for a few minutes. There was no way you would survive on your own. Every time you had been close to death, someone had helped you. The others were trained for this type of thing. Not just in handling zombies and monsters, but endurance and strength. The only thing keeping you from passing out was the thought of WWJD. ‘What Would Jill Do?’. She was the badass that could take on anything and make it out alive. If she could do it, then you could too. Drawing strength and confidence from a self pep talk about a maybe imaginary person was a little weird, but you weren’t going to die at least.

A few minutes rest at least gave your lungs a second wind of sorts. Back in the hall, you kept on guard as you moved quickly. Rifle at the ready, you took a few turns to find a back staircase of sorts.

Unlike the grand staircase, this one was small and made of dark wood. Like it wasn’t supposed to be seen by many people. Choosing to go that way, you knew that if you looked enough, you would find a map of sorts and maybe a way out.

“Chris, this is Y/N, over,” you said, getting to the bottom of the stairs. Checking the first room you found it to be a supply closet. “Chris, do you read me over?” Looking through the room, you found a few first aid sprays you tucked away along with some ammo. “Chris? Anyone? Hello?”

Back in the hall, you still hadn’t received a reply from anyone. That isolated feeling was creeping in more. There was nowhere for you to go other than forward at this point, so you pushed on.

The further into the hall you went, the darker and dirtier it became. There were cobwebs and leaves in the corners and covering almost entire doorways. The fucking huge tarantulas came to mind. Fuck those things. Keeping your eyes looking up and down, you were ready to go up a staircase when you heard a scream.

It wasn’t one of the boys, no this was a woman. Instinct told you to find them and help. Rifle at the ready, you ran towards the screams, hearing them get louder and clearer. It was a woman yelling a name as the house began to shake around you. Stumbling a moment, you caught yourself before throwing open the door all the screams and rumbles were coming from. Inside you saw the woman and a man on the floor as a bus sized snake hissed and tried to strike at them.

This was not an anaconda out of place, it was the Yawn. The infected snake that was big enough to take on a sperm whale.

“Help! Please!” The woman screamed, catching your attention. She was looking at you, pleading as she held a bleeding man. It was Rebecca Chambers, the medic of Bravo Team, and Richard, the communications expert. You looked at the Yawn as it tried to get to the pair but they were in a small alcove that kept them safe.

W.W.J.D.

“Hey! Fuckface!” You yelled, raising your rifle to shoot the monstrous beast. Firing at its eye, you hoped the distraction was enough for the others to escape. Well, the snake did turn to you. It was fast and lethal, making dodging near impossible. You had to keep moving so it wouldn’t be able to pin you down. The room turned out to be a library of sorts, allowing you to use it to your advantage. Running down the rows of books, they wobbled before falling when the snake slammed through them. It was a game of cat and mouse and you were sure you were the mouse.

“Hey! Get out of there!”

A familiar voice yelled as you began to weave through the stacks of books back towards the door. Sprinting as fast as you could, you saw Chris holding his hand out for you to grab. It wasn’t the Chris you had met and were with. This one was much younger and in his S.T.A.R.S. uniform, clean cut and shaven.

Practically throwing yourself at him, he grabbed you to yank you through the doorway to throw himself on you as he kicked the door shut. The Yawn couldn’t stop itself in time to keep from barreling into the wall. Instead of ripping through said wall, the house shook as it slammed around in the other room.

“You guys okay?” Chris asked, pushing himself up to look at Rebecca and Richard. Rebecca gave him a thumbs up while Richard groaned. “What about you?” He looked down at you, eyes bright and almost cheery. A vast difference between the Chris you met before.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you said as he smiled down at you. This was a very, VERY different Chris. “Uh. . . You wanna get up?”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, moving off of you to offer a hand. Taking it, Chris pulled you up to your feet.

“Thanks for the assist,” you said with a nod.

“No problem,” Chris said, giving you a smile before turning to the others. “How is he, Rebecca?”

“Not good. We need the anti-venom to stop the poison from killing him. I think I saw it in a lab on the other side of the library. We didn’t need it till that thing nearly tore him in half,” she said, wrapping Richard’s wounds as best she could.

“Shit,” Chris said, looking back at the door. It was cracked and we’d be lucky if it opened. “Alright, stay here with Richard. I’ll go get the anti-venom.”

“I’m coming with you,” you said, moving with him.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” Chris said, genuinely looking at you worried.

“Well, you don’t have to because I’m still going,” you said. “You need an extra pair of hands.”

“Chris, we need the help,” Rebecca said softly, looking up at us. Richard was pale and sweaty, his wounds looked to be bleeding through the bandages. You knew he wasn’t going to survive, but you had to make sure Chris and Rebecca did. Whether you went through another portal to the first game or went back in time, you were going to make sure they made it out of there alive.

“Alright, follow my lead,” Chris said with a nod. “What’s your name, by the way.”

“CC,” you said, not wanting to give more information than needed.

“I’m Chris, that’s Rebecca, and Richard. We’re from the S.T.A.R.S. team in Raccoon City,” Chris said.

“It’s cold,” Richard moaned softly as Rebecca tried to comfort him. Thinking for a moment, you handed Chris your rifle before shrugging Leon’s jacket off.

“Here. It’s a friend’s so I’ll have to be back for it,” you said, draping it over Richard’s front.

“Thank you,” Rebecca said, giving you a soft smile. The woman looked like an angel in hell as she tended to the man.

“A friend’s? He got a name?” Chris asked, looking you up and down. Until then the jacket had been zipped up, but now your stained shirt and neck were on full display. Blood had dried to your throat along with some of the black gunk from the C-Virus you had thrown up, trailing onto the chest of your shirt where it was drying sticky as sweat stains had mostly dried around your body.

“Yeah, he does,” you said, taking your gun back. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with a small salute. Younger Chris was almost more fun than older Chris. Almost. “I’ll take point.”

Nodding, you held your rifle in position as he opened the door. Thankfully it wasn’t immovable, but did take some grunting to get it to go. With Chris in front, you closed the door behind you. The room was trashed, looking like a giant toddler had pitched a fit before stomping off to sulk. You hoped that toddler stayed put. The two of you picked your way through the rubble to the other side. So far so good. Nothing stirred as if a giant snake was moving thankfully. Opening the door on the other side there was indeed a small hallway that led to small labs.

“Not too hard,” you said as Chris went to one lab and you went to the other. A quick search and you had found it. There were two doses and it was better to take both than just one.

“So, what happened to you?” Chris asked as you searched for any other useful items. “How’d you get here?”

“I ripped a man’s throat out with my teeth and I walked into the front door,” you said, not looking up as you pocketed a key and a lock pick set. “What about you?”

“Wait, you really-Nope, never mind,” he said, shaking his head. “My team came in to investigate what happened to our Bravo team. We were chased by monsters to this place and now we’re trying to get out of here alive.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you’ll get out here,” you said, looking up at him. “Nothing like good, ol’ American brawn to save the day.”

“You’re funny,” he said, smiling at you as you finished searching the labs. “What’s a funny gal like you doing in a nightmare place like this?”

“Realty shopping,” you said, getting your rifle ready. “You good or you need me to do a stand up act for you?”

“Just curious,” Chris said, holding up his hands before he pulled his own gun out.

Moving back through the library, the Yawn was still in hiding. Nothing that said it was still in the room, but you weren’t going to put it past the thing to burst out of a wall. But if it could, it would have done so early when it tried to follow through the door. What had stopped it? There were so many things that led to more questions that you couldn’t hope to find answers for it seemed.

You stepped carefully over the ruined floor, working to not trip on the broken boards or get caught on splintered ends.

“Where the hell did that thing go?” Chris muttered, both of you at the ready with your weapons.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Let’s just get back to the others,” you said. There was barely a rumble above you before the monster was throwing itself at the two of you. You saw it just before it was about to get Chris. “Move!” You cried, throwing yourself at him. But you were too late, the giant maw had snapped around Chris, picking him up to shake him as he screamed in agony. You tried to save him, shooting the snake as you followed it further into the library. “Chris!” You screamed as his body was dropped. Staring in horror, you looked at his lifeless body with holes ripped into him.

He still had the antivenom that you needed. Swallowing down a sob, you kept firing at the creature till you were at Chris’s body. Searching him quickly, you grabbed the antivenom before making a beeline for the door. Sprinting over debris, you hoped you would evade being eaten just a bit longer. Grunting, you flung yourself over a table as you neared the door. Just a few more feet, just a few more.

The Yawn was faster though, the serpent snapped its jaws at you, able to clamp down on your shoulder to pull you up. Its sword-like teeth easily went through your arm and shoulder, injecting its venom as you screamed.

Shots were fired, forcing the Yawn to drop you into a gasping, bloody mess. Who was that that fired? You pushed yourself towards the door while your arm was in fiery pain, pulled against you slightly. Footsteps ran into the library, your eyes seeing what made you wonder if the poison was working quickly. It was Chris, but the Chris who found you originally. How? What? Your head was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach as you dropped to the floor unable to go any further on your own.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Chris growled as he shot at the monster. He found its weak spot or remembered it, because moments after getting there, the snake exploded from a grenade tossed at it. Rushing back over to you, he pulled you up by your good arm as you sobbed and choked in pain. “Come on, come on,” he grunted as he got you to Rebecca.

“Oh god,” the medic gasped as you were practically dead weight against Chris. “Wh-what? Chris?”

“No time to explain, we need to get them patched up. They’re losing too much blood,” he said. “Do you know where a room is?”

“I-uh, yeah,” Rebecca nodded. “Follow me.”

“I’m gonna carry you, okay? Just hang on,” he said, shifting to lift you up to carry you bridal style. The movement made you cry out in pain as he adjusted his hold. “I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he said softly as he let Rebecca show him the way.

You were trying to stay awake, but the burning pain was worse than the viruses and you couldn’t tell how much blood you’d lost. Were there broken bones or were they just pulled out of their sockets? Just more questions as you told yourself you were just going to rest your eyes for a second.

Earlier you had been so tired and now your Chris was there, carrying you. What were just a few moments of shut eye?

“No, no, no, Y/N. I need you to wake up,” Chris grunted in your ear. “You gotta stay awake for me. Just a bit longer. Come on, let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

Did he just call your eyes pretty? It was so hard to peel your eyelids back, but you managed to crack them enough to see his worried face.

“There we go,” he said, looking down at you with a soft smile. “Stay with me.”

Rebecca practically threw open the door to a small room that looked more like a closet. It had a bed and a lock though with some crates and lockers. As gently as he could, Chris laid you on the bed as Rebecca jumped into action. You were able to at least give her the antivenom before you began to black out again.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Chris cried.

Blackness swallowed you whole.

Opening your eyes slowly with a soft grunt, you weren’t sure how long it had been or what had happened at all while you were unconscious. Moving your head, you saw you were alone in the room with a sheet draped over you. The urge to call out for Chris was curbed when you remembered where you were. There was very little pain as you started to work your arm a bit. It was bandaged tightly, from your elbow up and over your shoulder, but you could still move it around with relative ease.

Feeling better and just about completely awake, the door opened to reveal Chris and Rebecca. Your Chris.

“You’re awake,” he said, sighing in relief. “How do you feel?”

“Oh, you know,” you said, pushing yourself up to your good elbow with a soft huff. “Like I got bit by a giant snake then probably fed magical herbs and antivenom. The usual.”

“Glad to hear it,” Chris nodded.

“Here, let me check the bandaging,” Rebecca said as she stepped over to you. She helped you sit up full, letting the cool air hit your warm torso. Your warm naked torso. “Oh!” She squeaked, helping you cover yourself as you felt heat flush your face and neck. Good job, flash Chris Redfield in the middle of a zombie filled nightmare. At least it was off your bucket list.

“Oh,” Chris said, promptly turning around.

“Sorry,” you said, keeping your eyes down while holding the sheet up.

“Not your fault,” Chris said, giving you a wave over his shoulder.

Rebecca gave you an apologetic smile as she checked your bandages.

“So. . . Where’s my bra and shirt?” You asked.

“I had to cut them off to get to your wounds and bandage them properly,” Rebecca said. “You’re lucky to be alive.”

“Wait, what about Richard?” You asked her, suddenly realizing he wasn’t in the room. She shook her head with a soft sigh. “Damn.”

Then what about the other Chris? The younger one you saw die. You were about to ask when Rebecca cut you off.

“What? How is this possible?” She muttered.

“What is it?” Chris asked, still facing away.

“I’m covered, it’s fine,” you said, looking down at your arm and shoulder. “What?”

There were scars where there should be gaping wounds. It was very obvious with the dips and ridges of your new skin that something had happened, but you had been impaled. They shouldn’t have healed this quickly if at all.

“What the hell?” Chris said, frowning as he looked at you.

“I. . . I don’t know,” you said, rotating your arm at the shoulder and elbow, finding it a bit stiff, but completely fine otherwise. “What is going on?”

“Well, we now know why that Tyrant was after you,” he said, standing up. “We need to get out of here.” You nodded, feeling your usual outlook on life shift. It was uncomfortable and your skin felt wrong. Like realizing that you were wrong about something you were so sure about, something you would have bet your life on that you were right. Panic began to whisper in your ear as Rebecca grabbed you a change of clothes while Chris turned back around.

Do you tell him? Do you tell Rebecca? Was Rebecca with you guys now? What about the other Chris? Was there a Jill and a Barry too? Oh god, what if there was a Wesker?

“Hey,” Rebecca said, waving her hand in your face. You sucked in a breath as you looked at her wide eyed, like a spooked deer. “Chris, can you give us a second?” She asked, giving him that sweet, endearing Rebecca smile.

“Sure. I’ll be in the hall,” Chris nodded, leaving the two of you alone.

“Don’t freak out. I know that look and you’re freaking out,” she said once the door had closed.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, your voice hushed so you didn’t alert Chris but also didn’t end up panic yelling. “I just woke up after however long-”

“An hour.”

“An hour after being bit and thrown around by a very large snake who had killed our friend out there in front of me, or at least someone who was an exact copy of our friend out there,” you hissed. “I am freaking out because I am not supposed to be here. I am supposed to be at home on my couch napping, but the gods decided to send me into my TV and I woke up in the middle of a zombie outbreak to a video game world that I like to play and watch to be bitten and infected by nearly all the man made viruses possible, but it turns out I’m fucking immune and I heal super fast now and I’m trying not lose it in front of Chris fucking Redfield who, along with the other two strapping men who have rescued me, has been used in sexual fantasies to get off to on very lonely nights.”

“O. . . Kay, that’s a lot,” Rebecca said slowly, her hands on your shoulders. “Some of it I didn’t really need to know, but that is a lot. So, I get the overwhelming emotions. Uh, let’s start with this. You are here, right now. This is real, you’re real, Chris is real, I’m real. It’s not a TV show or game. You are here.”

“Yeah, got that,” you said. “Why are there two Chris’? One very much a younger version and one who I accidentally flashed.”

“I only know a little bit of what’s going on and that’s because I kept a log. Well, past versions of me have,” Rebecca said. “I explained it to Chris out there already, but you’re close to losing your marbles, so we’ll talk now.” Getting up, she grabbed a notebook from a crate. Holding it up, she showed you different logs and supposed dates of events. “From what I’ve gathered from myself and your Chris, this is a testing facility for viruses. This is a remake of a mansion that already blew up years ago, but was rebuilt and whoever keeps running the same test over and over in hopes of finding something out.”

“What tests? What are they hoping to find out?” You asked, feeling a bit more grounded as you listened to her.

“I’m not sure and neither is Chris. The only thing I know for sure is that I’m a clone of the real Rebecca Chambers,” she said, sitting on the bed next to you. “You met a clone of Chris before and a clone of Richard. The original me is at a university in the northeast running labs. At least that’s what your Chris says. Every time one of the clones dies, we are scrubbed and then the facility is reset. We’re given memories of our lives up until the date that this all took place for real.”

“So, that was a clone of Chris?” You asked. While the panic was fading, you felt sick to your stomach. These poor people were living the same day over and over and over, but really it was new people each time that had no idea what was happening. “And you’re a clone of Rebecca.”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod.

“We have to stop this,” you said softly. “This isn’t right, it’s not fair to you. I mean you’re still an individual with thoughts and feelings independent of the original Rebecca.”

“No. You have to get out of here. If Umbrella or anyone else finds out about your immunity and that you can heal at an exponential rate, things will get very, very bad,” Rebecca said.

“You can come with us though,” you said. “You don’t have to stay here, if they scrub your bodies and reset the facility each time you die, then if there’s no body they won’t make another one of you.”

“Listen,” she said. “This has been going on for a very, very long time. This is one notebook out of almost 50 and those were the ones I could find, so who knows how many more there are. You cannot stay here. I’ll do what I have to do to stay alive for as long as I can, do not worry about me.”

“But-” You started before she put a finger to your lips.

“Even with my mind at 18 and not the older one that’s at a university, I know that multiple people that are exact copies of each other are not okay out in the world. That’s a recipe for disaster. Get out of here and get to safety,” she said. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right, but it was what she wanted. Rebecca really had been wise beyond her years when she was with the team at just 18.

“Alright,” you said with a sigh, nodding. “This place will get shut down. I promise.”

“I know. Chris said the same thing,” she said with a soft smile. “Now, feel any calmer?”

“I mean the panic has subsided, but I don’t know about calm,” you said with a snort. “But I do feel a bit better. I know what’s going on around me and I’m not in the dark.”

“Good,” Rebecca nodded, standing up. “I had to take off your clothes to get your wound cleaned up and they were soaking wet so I just took them all off so you didn’t catch cold, but I have replacements that will probably fit you.”

“Wait all my clothes?” You asked, lifting the sheet to see that you were indeed completely naked. “Oh god, did Chris help?” You groaned.

“I’m afraid so. It’s okay, he didn’t do anything wrong. I needed help and he was really worried about you,” she said, setting clothes down next to you. “I should also tell you that he saw your leg.”

“Shit,” you hissed. “He’s going to be pissed.”

“Chris isn’t the angry type. Well, considering everything, but he’s not mad about it,” Rebecca said. “I’ll let you talk to him about it more, but don’t freak out on him. He’s a pretty understanding guy.”

“He’s helped me survive this far, that’s not a surprise,” you said, standing up to get dressed. “Did you clean me up too? I don’t feel like I’m covered in grime and sweat.”

“Yeah, you were covered in gunk and needed it,” she said. “Sorry if I overstepped any boundaries.”

“No, it’s fine, I really needed it, thanks,” you said, smiling at her before pulling on a pair of underwear then jeans that were just a hair big on you as well as a sports bra and t-shirt. Fresh socks felt heavenly on your feets before you tucked your pant legs into your boots and tied them. “I’d ask for deodorant, but I think that’s pushing it.”

“Sorry, fresh out,” Rebecca said with a giggle. “Oh! Here, don’t forget your boyfriend’s jacket!” She jumped up, grabbing Leon’s jacket to hand to you before you put on your holster.

“You cleaned this too?” You asked, looking at her wide eyed as you took the jacket. “Rebecca. . .” She didn’t deserve to be a test subject. The woman before you was sweet and caring for a stranger, ready to help anyway she could. It wasn’t fair.

“Yeah. Like I said, Chris and I had some time to kill,” she said with a nod. “You guys better go before they realize what’s happening and send bigger things to hunt you down.”

“Thanks, again,” you said, pulling her in for a quick hug. “We’ll burn this place to the ground if we have to.”

“Do it,” she said, nudging you towards the door. Before you became too emotional, you stepped out of the room to see Chris look up from his watch. “Let’s go.”

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All the Pieces Pt 3

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All the Pieces

Sirius Black/Fem Reader

Warnings: unedited, mild language, alcohol consumption, brief mentions of underage drinking, small mention of bullying. Lengthy author's notes at the end. Also this was a huge PIA to write so hopefully it doesn't read too disconnected

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When you touch me gently I remember how you know And the sun shines rings around your smile And I'm here laughing like a child -Pieces, Dan Powell

If it was any other person on your doorstep, you'd probably berate them for inducing that almost heart attack you just experienced. Instead you grab the familiar face by the sleeve of his worn jacket, pulling him into your living room.

"I could deck you, Remus John Lupin. I thought someone came for him. Ugh. Come here." Your arms wrap  around him for a tight hug, which he returns. "He's here, Remus. He's safe." You feel Remus let out a deep sigh of relief. Pulling away, you look at him with gentle scrutiny, knowing what a toll last night took on him. "You look awful. Did you walk far? You should've told me you were coming. I could have met you."

Remus shakes his head. "I caught a train and apparated most of the way."

"Stop fussing over him, y/n. Let the poor man get past the door."  Sirius's teasing voice calls out from behind you; no doubt his canine ears allowed him to hear the familiar voice even through the closed bedroom door and knew it was safe to come down.

The two men embrace; this encounter being much more relaxed than their last. No Peter, no warranted need for revenge, no threat of execution.

As you all stand in your living room, a haunting thought hits you: you three are it, the last of your true friends. Peter is the traitor. You suppress a shudder, swearing to make the most of this moment.

"You know," you say with a grin, "I happen to have a large bottle of firewhisky. Fancy a drink, boys?" Sirius's grin mirrors your own. Remus has a small tentative smile, but it's all the encouragement you need to send you to the kitchen to fetch the bottle.

The small, quaint kitchen appears even smaller with the disregarded dishes from breakfast still sitting out on your table. The sight causes a small frown to appear on your face. All the rest of the morning and most of your afternoon had been lost to the unplanned nap with Sirius. You fill your sink with soap and hot water. A few flicks of your wand and your dirty dishes are submerged in the water, scrubbed, and rinsed. The process begins again as now clean plates make their way to the drying rack, which is concerning because you dont believe you cast a spell for that. Confused, you turn to see Remus in the kitchen. He winks and wordlessly reaches your top cabinet without so much of a stretch to retrieve the bottle of firewhisky. You follow him back to the livingroom, toting three glasses.

"Cheers to freedom," you say once everyone has a full glass, "and to being reunited with old friends."

"You hear that, Remus? She thinks we're old." You roll your eyes good naturedly. Remus rests a hand on Sirius's shoulder, giving it a brotherly pat. "We are old," he says simply, before all three of you raise your glasses to your lips, sipping at the burning liquid. You each settle comfortably in your living room. Remus sits in the armchair, leaving the overstuffed couch for Sirius and you. You sit at an end, while he opts for the middle seat, but in a respectable distance of your space. The bottle of alcohol sits in arms reached on the coffee table.

"I thought you swore off this stuff y/n." Remus says with a twinkle in his eye as he takes another drink from his glass. "You know, considering your history with it.." You groan and Sirius throws his head back in laughter.

"I almost forgot," Sirius says breathlessly from laughing. "Was that seventh year?"

"Sixth. Just before we got together. I suppose I was trying to impress you," you tell him.

"You matched me drink for drink that night."

"Which was mad seeing how I never had a drink before. I spent all next morning and afternoon in bed, throwing up. It was awful."

"You're forgetting the best part," Remus interjects.

"Dancing on top of that old table in the Shrieking Shack, singing the chorus of "Rock and Roll all Nite" at the top of my lungs was far from the best part. I only wish I could forget it."

"That wasn't singing, love. More like cats dying," Sirius quips while he and Remus laugh. You say nothing, well aware how accurate the description fits. You take a long drink from your glass.

"Yes, well as, uh, entertaining as that moment was, I wasn't referring to it," says Remus. You look at him questioningly. "Have you forgotten sneaking into the Slytherin boys' dorm, stealing all their robes, turning them hot pink, changing the crest to a mountain troll, and then returning them to the dorm?"

"Oh,  Merlin. That was the same night wasn't it? James had never been so keen on lending me his invisibility cloak until I concocted that plan!" The two men laugh and you join in.

"You know most of my other friends thought I was strange for being into muggle music." You say as the laughter dies down.

"Lily shouldn't have?" Sirius asks after he swallows his drink.

"No. You're forgetting Lily and I weren't friends first. We didn't really talk or hang out until she and James started dating."

"That's right. I forgot. I remember the two of you constantly together."

"Because we bonded over you two idiots. Prior to that, she never came out and said it, but I think she thought I was daft hanging around you lot most of the time. The other girls were more forgiving, but they had crushes on you all." You give a careless shrug. It was no secret how sought after the boys had been in their schooldays.

"I never quite understood how you became friends with us," Remus says.

"It was easy with you. You were so nice, calm, dependable, and not obnoxious. Peter…" you pause, choosing words carefully, not wanting present feelings to influence memories. "He was quiet and lonely. Pretty much agreeable. Again, easy. James and Sirius? I was determined to never speak to either after that boat ride our first night."

"We saved your life that night!" Sirius interjects.

"You two were the reason it needed saving! Standing up in a fucking boat because you two saw whatever in the lake. James knocking me overboard in the process."

"It was a giant squid and we rescued you."

You roll your eyes. "I was drenched, freezing and completely mortified. And as apologetic as James was, he kept calling me the wrong name." You all laugh. 

"It wasn't until second year that I thought they might be okay. We had already become friends," you say looking at Remus. "I missed about a week of classes due to acute bronchitis. You spent time with me afterwards, helping me catch up. When you missed later that month, I was ready to return the favor."

Remus nods, remembering the time fondly. "You were an excellent note taker. Much better than the other three."

"Did you even take notes?" You ask with a playful glance to Sirius.

"In second year? Probably not." He grins ever so cheekily. You shake your head, but are smiling.

"So we became friends and you befriended James and Sirius by default?" Remus muses.

Sirius feigns hurt. "Are you implying we were some sort of consolation prize?"

"Actually," you interject, "They saved me once again. A group of four older boys were harassing me, just dumb taunts and knocking my books out from my hands. They came right over, not caring about being outnumbered. Got the gits to leave me alone. James finally learned my name and I realized Potter and Black weren't so awful after all."

"Those guys were jerks. It didn't sit well with us to see anyone bullied like that."

"Unless of course it was Snape," you counter.

"That was different," Sirius's free hand clenches into a fist as he takes a hard drink.

Remus is quick to change the subject. "Do you still have that remembrall?"

"The one we enchanted to go red only for James? Mhm! It's at my flat in the city."

"Do you mean our flat?" Sirius asks.

Your smile falters. "No. Sirius. I got a different place. After…everything. It was too hard."

A deafening silence falls. Each of you taking long sips from your glasses.

"Oh!" You jump up suddenly, which given your somewhat inebriated state is not the brightest idea. You stumble slightly, but Sirius steadies you, grabbing you by your hips. His fingers linger and your eyes meet. You lose yourself; for a moment you're sixteen again and his touch is more intoxicating than the alcohol. His gaze tells you he feels the same.

Remus clears his throat loudly before taking a drink from his glass.

"Thanks," you mumble, setting your glass on the table.

Sirius releases you from his grasp, though you still feel the ghost of his touch. "'Tis no trouble, darling." You sense his eyes on you as you disappear from the room, heading upstairs. Your head is buzzing, but you blame that on the alcohol…

You return downstairs to the living room, the fetched item tucked securely out of sight under your arm, and find the boys, men talking with easy smiles. It makes you so happy to witness and spend this time together. Your presence has their full attention.

"Follow me, please." You fill your glass with more firewhisky. Sirius mimics the gesture and offers Remus a refill, but he just shakes his head no and silently indicates to the liquid still in his glass. You grab your wand and lead your little group outside to the backyard. The sun sits low in the west, the sky becoming more plum and black than pink and gold. Buckbeak sits on the ground near your shed, one wing tucked over its head.

You hand Sirius your wand and then produce his prisoner robes. He laughs and even Remus looks as if he approves. Sirius waves your wand and the dingy, tattered garment is set ablaze. 

After a while, you all make your way back inside. You prepare a light dinner and the eating and drinking continue with more laughs and shared memories. Hours pass. The contents of the bottle nearly drained signal the night coming to an end.

"I'm one drink away from dancing on tabletops and singing, or, screeching some A-ha, or something equally as embarrassing." you laugh. "I'm going to bed. Remus, I offered Sirius your room, but you're welcome to the couch. There are blankets and pillows in the hall closet." 

"Thank you, y/n. But I should be going."

"What? No. Stay. I insist. I need to see your bemused face sipping tea when I come downstairs with a bloody hangover and you're just fine."

Remus grins. "I hate depriving you both of such a moment, but I have an appointment tomorrow morning. I've already rented a room." You frown but don't press the issue any more. "Though if you don't mind, I thought I'd travel by floo."

"Of course. Help yourself. Powder is on the mantle." You hug him close and kiss his cheek. You excuse yourself, giving the other two time to say goodbye.

As you head for the bathroom, you pause hearing their low voices.

"I'm so sorry, old friend, for believing you... betrayed them. I should have known better. I-"

"There's nothing to forgive. I doubted you, too. The war made us all fear the worst.."

Mentally, you chastise yourself for eavesdropping and begin washing your face.

Sirius has made his way upstairs. In passing his room, you say goodnight. You're about to close the door to your bedroom when he calls your name and you turn to see him stepping towards you. Without warning his lips crash down on yours. Your fingers intertwine in his dark curls at the nape of his neck as you let the kiss deepen. His hands grip your waist and he hoists you up off your feet with little effort just as he did many times all those years ago. Your legs wrap themselves around his waist as he carries you to your bed. He drops you gently and only breaks the kiss to look at you. Still hovering over you, his gray eyes search your face for the answer to an unasked question. You nod in response, but he continues to gaze at you longing to hear you say it.

"I want you."

A slow breath of relief leaves him and his mouth finds its way back to yours. 

The night ends with two former lovers once again completely losing themselves in a perfect moment.

//

There's an unspoken understanding that the night you and Sirius shared together was more than a drunken hookup after a long night of reminiscing. But you don't repeat the night, though you share your bed with him. Nights are hard for him. Sleep doesn't always come easy and he often wakes in the middle of the night screaming, or panicked with sweat pouring off his body. But your presence brings him a comfort he can't otherwise achieve. And so, you spend your night together in your bed. Sleeping.

As days turn into weeks, a comfortable routine has set. Remus visits about once a week. Surprisingly, Sirius has taken to caring for your garden. You go into town as needed and you and Sirius cook dinner together most nights. Buckbeak, now known as Witherwings per a letter from Hagrid that reached Sirius, roams your yard freely, occasionally taking flight in the safety of the countryside night skies, always returning by daybreak. As precautions for the hippogriff and Sirius you casted Protego totalum over the cottage and yards. 

During this time together, Sirius learns how you took over your parents' shop*, how you've taken on a promising young woman who mostly looks after it, leaving you to spend more time here at the cottage, which also belonged to your parents. With tears in your eyes, you told him how they died months apart just over two years ago. He comforted you, remembering them both fondly and told you they'd be proud of you.

The day is still young when you tell him you have to go to the shop to take inventory. Before you leave you call out to him.

"Since it looks like rain, can you please go through some of your things in the attic?"

"Yes, dear," he uses the term mockingly and you playfully glare back at him.

"Try not to burn the place down while I'm gone." With that, you close the door behind you.

It's late afternoon when you return home. Sirius is waiting for you. A midnight blue box in his hand.

"Will you marry me, y/n?"

*a/n: I kept this vague so you can imagine a shop that fits your personality/likes/whatever. I'll only specify this later if needed for storylines. I wanted something where you could be allotted time off easily. Personally I imagine maybe an apothecary? Or maybe an antique shop. What about you?

2: I'm thinking of writing a prequel? More like blurbs, highlighting moments between you and Sirius. But I need to know what you want to read. First engagement? First kiss? When Sirius realizes he's in love? Time at Hogwarts? Post Hogwarts but pre Azkaban?

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