#how am I going to play “Detention” and “Lust for Darkness”? ;_;“

[goth-automaton]

Damn, I'd love to replay ">observer_", this game fucks... But the sole thought of going through the stealth sections once again makes me want to yeet my laptop through the balcony. :)

[xmalfoyweasleyx]

Infuriating- D.M (smut)

Summary: Draco is mean to you, he always is. But it turned you on, it made you go crazy. What you didn’t know is that it was obvious. What you didn’t know is that Draco knew. And it made him want to destroy your innocence.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT!, cursing, innocence kink, dom!draco, choking, praising, daddy kink and slapping

A/n: I absolutely LOVE this! I love the story line behind all the filthy stuff lol.

Words: 2k

He was a git. He was mean to you the whole time, for years already. You never knew otherwise, you were used to it. He pushes you, he yells mean things like "silly Y/H" or "stupid little girl" or he humiliates you in front of everyone.

But it did something to you. Those mean words and actions, it made your stomach tingle. Something about it made you crave him, it made you want him.

It turned you on.

You didn't know what it was but every mean word, it did hurt your feelings, but it made you wet.

Yup, there was definitely something seriously wrong with you.

Even after what just had happened. You sat in potions, thinking about the event that took place only 10 minutes ago. He literally pushed you on the floor when you tried to walk in the classroom. "Get out of my way" he said while pushing you.

You fell, your head smacked on the cold floor. You were mad this time, so so so mad.

"Fucking Malfoy! You're... your'e.." you tried to come up with a word to describe it, but failed. The anger overtook your body but the familiar butterflies in your belly were there too. It confused you.

Okay, it's not rocket science, you're just in love with the stupid little douche. But why? That was the big question. He was horrible to you.

"Infuriating? Is that the word you're looking for darling?" he answered, adding a little wink in synchrony with the typical smirk. It made you gasp. Did he just wink? Did he just say darling?

It took you a while to obtain. And now you sat here, in potions. Still so confused. Did he want you to get bent out of shape?

You sighed looking at the Slytherin boy, his light hair perfectly styled, his eyes focusing on professor Snape, while writing with his oh so perfect hands. Oh what those hands could do to me, those long fingers...

Fucking hell, why couldn't you just feel those things for some nice boy, someone who didn't push you on the freaking floor!

"Miss y/n, is mister Malfoy here more important than my class?" you heard Snape who was standing right in front of you. Where did he come from?

The whole class looked at you. This was the most embarrassing thing ever. Your face got red immediately.

"I-I-I'm sorry, sir" you mumbled.

"You can write an essay for me as punishment y/n" Snape ordered.

"WHAT? Just because of not paying attention for a second?" you snapped. Snape furrowed his eyebrows.

"You'd like detention instead?" he warned.

"I just mean, this isn't fair sir!" you trembled.

Smart. He's so angry now. "Detention at 5" he sighed.

"Of course she couldn't take her eyes off me, what a pathetic slut" Draco suddenly screamed for the whole class.

God you once dreamt he said that to you while he was pounding into you, but you didn't want it here, not in front of the whole class. They all laughed. It was horrible and you wanted to cry.

"Detention for you too Malfoy" Snape added.

Malfoy gave him a glare, squeezing the parchment in front of him harshly, trying to control himself, to not punch the professor in the face.

He looked at you, your eyes met and he saw the tear falling down. You dried the tear as quickly as you could.

You swore you saw a glimpse of guilt in his eyes.

*

5 pm

You were scribbling faster than ever, deeply concentrating on your work, trying to end this detention as fast as you can.

And then you heard the door close. Fast footsteps, walking to the desk next to you. Before you could look, you already smelled him. A big wave of the expensive cologne filled up your nose.

He didn't look at you. He was obviously not happy to be here and glared at the parchment in front of him.

"You're still staring y/l/n, didn't learn your lesson?" he hissed.

You glanced away as fast as possible, not answering him.

It made you nervous. You fidgeted with your skirt while tapping the table with your other hand.

"Stop it!!" he snapped. It scared you to hell, it almost made you fell of your chair. You flinched while shutting your eyes.

"I'm sorry" he whispered.

Dit he just...

Apologize?

“Why do you always act like this? What did I do to you? Did I do something wrong in the past?” you asked, not knowing where the courage came from.

He stood up from his chair, walking towards yours. To your surprise, he sat down on your table, facing you with a dark look.

“God, you look terrified princess. What’s wrong? Normally you always watch me with that lust in your eyes, when I humiliate you” he whispered coming closer.

You gulped, horny and embarrassed at the sime time. So much was going on in your head right now. First of all, he called you princess, where did that suddenly come from? The nickname went straight to your pussy. Already wet, but that was nothing new with that boy in front of you.

And second, he saw that you were feeling those things? Was it that obvious?

“You.... y-you see it?” you asked not wanting to look in his eyes. You stared at the big clock on the wall. Out of the blue, he grabbed your face.

His fingers pressed on your cheeks when he turned your face to look at him.

“I even see it now” he chuckled while looking you in the eyes. He probably thought you were weird, that something was wrong with you.

What you didn’t know was that Draco knew it all this time. He noticed it the first time a year ago, when he yelled something (not very nice) at you.

He noticed how it made you angry but most of all he noticed how you always gasped for air and how you looked at him with thos doe eyes. Those innocent eyes that were practically begging him to fuck you, to destroy you.

That’s why he kept doing it. He almost got addicted to the way you kept looking at him like that. So he kept torturing you, humiliating you. But you didn’t know he knew, until now. He knew you must’ve thought he was just a git, an asshole. But the truth was he never wanted to hurt you, he was just addicted to the look in your eyes when he did.

The look you were giving him now.

“I know you want me” Draco admitted.

“I, I don’t know what you mean” you stuttered trying to sound convincing.

Draco stood up and stood behind your chair now. You breath hitched when you felt him breathing in your neck.

“Oh no?” he whispered in your ear from behind. His hands slowly made his way down your body, ending on your skirt, while he kissed your neck. He lifted you skirt up gently and pressed his fingers on your clothed pussy, making you gasp.

“Then why am I feeling al this wetness here?” he asked daringly, still rubbing you.

“I still don’t know what you mean” you added, playing the game with him.

“Oh, and what about me taking your panties off? Still don’t know now?” he asked while slowly pulling your panties down.

“N-no..” you breathed loudly.

Before you even realised he placed you on the table, his legs pressed in between yours. His lips smashed on yours and you pulled him closer, your legs wrapped around his pelvis.

The kiss was passionate, it was heaven. It made your stomach twist and spin.

You grabbed his hair and deepened the kiss, moaning in his mouth when he grabbed your ass.

“You have to be a good girl now” Draco whispered when sinking down on his knees. Was this really happening?

He placed kisses on your thighs, going closer and closer to the place you wanted him.

“Please Draco, please” you begged breathing heavily. “Patience princess, patience” he answered, pushing you down on the desk, making you lay down on it now.

He did a silencing spell and locked the door.

You moaned when you felt him kissing your clit gently. He opened his mouth and sucked. His soft lips felt beter than you imagined. “Draco” you moaned. He inserted a finger while still sucking and licking gently. Your legs where trembling and you took off your shirt while he added another finger, making you moan louder.

“Please Draco, fuck me” you hissed. Draco’s pants grew tighter, his erection now painful, he was finally going to do what he wanted to do for so long. Fuck you into oblivion.

But not just yet.

“You want me to fuck you baby? You want me to destroy you the way I like to do? Just like all those times I destroyed you but now for real, now while I fuck you?” he asked huskily, still pumping into you, while holding your legs down.

“Yes please, hurt me, hate me, do what you want but please fuck me” you begged, not even feeling ashamed of it any more.

You heard his belt clicking, giving you the sign it was happening. His dick finally faced you.

God he was big. You couldn’t wait any more and whined.

“Is my little slut a little desperate?” he grunted with a raspy voice.

You nodded eagerly. “Yes daddy” you said.

The name made him crazy, almost made him come there and then. Without a warning he slammed into you, making you scream.

He didn’t move, letting you adjust a little but not for long.

Draco grabbed you, pulling you close to him. He was still standing in front of you while you were sitting on the desk.

You bit your lip while moaning. “Daddy’s going to make you feel good, because you deserve it, because you’ve been a good girl, okay?” he whispered in your ear, while you placed wet kisses on his neck.

He started moving, making you gasp. You grabbed his back and he grabbed your ass, allowing him to move deeper and faster.

Your forehead was on his, looking straight into his dark lustful eyes. You scratched his back, while he squeezed your ass harshly.

“Oh yes Dray, feels so good” you moaned. “That’s not my name” he grunted. “Sorry daddy” you answered looking at him with doe eyes.

He grabbed your neck, his fingers fitted perfectly around it and he squeezed gently. It made you clench around him, making him move faster. A delicate moan left his mouth.

Draco felt euphoric, waves of pleasure and excitement going through his body. He slapped your cheek. Making you gasp but also a filthy moan escaped your lips.

God it made you so horny. The pain turned into pleasure and the only thing you could hear were the fast, slapping sounds and his grunts and moans, even the table under you moved with you. For a second you were scared the table might break.

Without thinking you slapped him back. He was shocked first but a little grunt escaped his mouth. “You like that don’t you? Little slut? Does that make you feel good princess?” he grunted in your ear, making shivers go down your spine. His pace quickened, faster and faster.

“Please daddy, can i come, please” you begged while grabbing his hair and tugging on it. The action made Draco almost come too. This was the hottest moment of his goddamn life.

But he didn’t want it, not yet.

“A little patience, love” he said while turning you around and now pounding into you from behind. You gasped in shock.

He pulled on your hear when you arched your back. Your back was pressed up against his chest now and he pounded into you in an unbelievable pace.

Your head rested on his shoulder while he kissed you neck again.

You tried to not fall by grabbing the desk in front of you. His fingers were digging in your hips, pushing you up and down, clearly leaving bruises.

“Fuck” he sighed in your ear. He saw your ass wiggling while he fucked you. He was close.

“Come for me you pathetic slut, show me how good you are, come for me baby” he grunted now louder. He grabbed your boobs and trusted deep and sloppy now, still trying to hold the fast pace.

That was it for you, and you let go, seeing stars. You screamed and moaned his name. “Fuck dray” you moaned, not even caring about the name anymore. You wanted to say his name, to show him he was making you feel this good.

Hearing you moan his name like that, feeling your pussy clench and your boobs resting in his hands, made him come immediately after you. A loud grunt left his mouth: “Fuck y/n” . You both breathed heavily.

“Good girl” he sighed while placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder

You both stayed like that for a moment, still trying to process what just happened. After a while he pulled out and cleaned you up. You both put your clothes back on.

“Y/n?” he asked with a sudden shyness.

“Yes?” you answered with a little smile on your face.

“Would you... like to go to Hogsmeade with me? This weekend” he stammered, making you smirk.

“Well, if you won’t push me on the floor anymore, or scream at me or humiliate me” you smiled jokingly.

“Oh I’m going to keep that for in the bedroom from now on, darling” he smiled back, adding a wink.

***

[charincharge]

I Don’t Want To Wait, eleven

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

Based on the prompt:

“Person A falls into Person B’s lap”

A crowd of screaming students streamed past the window as Aelin slouched down at her desk. The last day of school was supposed to mean early release, ice cream down by the pier and finally celebrating two whole months of freedom.

But not today. Not for Aelin. Instead, she was in hell.

She barely paid attention as Principal Havilliard explained their detention task, though she didn’t miss her fellow detentionee’s groans as he spilled the ancient library card catalogue onto the floor, his foot shuffling them even further out of order.

“I have paperwork I’ll be doing in my office right next door, and I will notice if this door opens one inch. You have three hours to put these cards back in order,” he smirked, his boot-covered foot shoving the cards around some more. “See you all at seven.”

Aelin glanced over at Rowan, hoping for any kind of assurance, but just like the last twenty hours, he refused to acknowledge her. She knew she’d screwed up; she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so awful as when she saw Rowan’s red-rimmed eyes pick her up for school this morning. She’d apologized profusely, over and over until she wasn’t sure she could apologize anymore, but he just shrugged stiffly and refused to look at her. It had felt like the longest day of her life, and it still wasn’t over.

“Some for youuu,” Dorian cooed, scooping up the cards from the floor and plopping a pile onto Rowan’s desk.

“Some for youuu,” he continued around the room, distributing cards to Manon, who Aelin had been not entirely surprised to see in detention. Dorian dumped the remainder of cards on his and Aelin’s desks, smartly avoiding an already-napping Lorcan in the back corner of the room.

“It’ll be finished fastest if we separate by letter, and then organize each letter,” Dorian explained.

Manon laughed as she started sorting. “Your dad make you do this on your free time?” she asked.

“You know it, babe,” he said with a wink. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head with a wry smile. “My dad just loves giving me detention.”

Dorian kicked up his feet onto the desk as he began his sorting, aimlessly chatting with Manon.

As Aelin began her own sorting, she glanced over at Rowan again. He was dutifully separating his own piles, shoulders tensed, as if he could feel Aelin’s gaze on him, his own eyes boring holes into the desk in front of him, refusing to look up. She hoped against all hopes that he’d look up and all would be forgiven, but she knew that wasn’t likely. Fuck. She’d really fucked up. She had no idea what to do or say to make it better. She felt entirely out of her depth. Rowan had never ignored her for this long, and she was starting to feel like a drug addict going through withdrawal. She was tweaking, in desperate need of any kind of acknowledgment – a flash of his dark green eyes, a smile, a nod… anything.

Instead, they sat in tense silence, the only sound the shuffling of index cards. The minutes ticked by, endlessly, and Aelin could feel herself growing more frustrated with Rowan’s silence with every passing second. She knew she was about to burst.

“L’s are done,” Rowan said, pushing a stack of index cards to the corner of his desk. Manon collected them and dropped them onto the front desk, adding them to her own pile.

Aelin glanced at the giant wall clock. 4:45. Only two hours and fifteen minutes more of the silent treatment. She groaned and placed her head down on the desk.

“Okay, what’s going on with you two?” Dorian asked, pointing at Aelin and Rowan. Rowan’s back stiffened, going ram-rod straight as he frowned at Dorian’s question. “Aren’t you supposed to be best friends?”

Rowan scrunched his nose up and finally, finally glanced toward Aelin. The pain in his eyes nearly knocked Aelin out. She inhaled sharply, biting on her lip, trying to hold back the onslaught of emotions just a look from Rowan caused.

“We are best friends,” Rowan mumbled, causing the knot in Aelin’s chest to unfurl slightly.

“Then again,” Dorian smirked. “I repeat. What’s going on with you two?” he asked. “Because you’re kind of acting like you hate each other.”

“We don’t hate each other,” Aelin burst out, her heart pounding.

Rowan frowned, finally putting all his attention on her. “I don’t know,” he began. “What you did was pretty hateful.”

Aelin leaned toward him, her voice hoarse with desperation. “And I said I was sorry a million times. I’m sorry,” she said again.

“Ooh,” Dorian perched himself on a desk between the fighting pair, looking back and forth at the dueling friends. “Should we all talk it out?”

“No,” Rowan snapped, going back to his card organization.

“Boo,” Manon jeered, joining in on what Aelin would rather not have as a group discussion, causing a bright smile to appear on Dorian’s face. He was living for this drama, apparently. “Kind of sounds like you two just need to kiss and make up.”

Aelin’s cheeks flushed at the mention of kissing, which she tried to push down immediately, covering her face with her loose hair.

“Mind your own business,” Rowan frowned, bravely talking back to Manon in a way that Aelin was sure would get him snapped at. But instead, a feral grin appeared on Manon’s face as she twirled a piece of her white blonde hair with a long nail.

“Oh come on. I dare you.”

“What?” he asked.

“I dare you to kiss Aelin,” Manon repeated smugly.

She raised her eyebrows at Rowan, who’s lips turned down even further.

“Don’t be stupid,” Rowan said, rolling his eyes. Aelin stomach hurt with how fast he’d dismissed the idea. “I’m not kissing Aelin on a dare.”

“Why not?” Dorian asked. “I will.”

Dorian slid off his desk and leaned over Aelin’s. Aelin leaned back, laughing softly at Dorian’s half-hearted attempt to bring his lips closer to her face, and swatted him away.

“Very mature,” Rowan grumbled, tugging his fingers through his hair as he glared in Aelin’s direction again.

“Oh, come on,” Dorian prodded. “We all need a break anyway. Let’s play truth or dare.”

Rowan scoffed loudly, never stopping organizing his cards on his desk. “What are we, in seventh grade?”

“Don’t be a pussy, Whitethorn,” Lorcan called out from the back corner of the room. Everyone’s heads whipped around at the sound of his gravelly voice. Aelin watched with curiosity as he stood, his large arms stretching overhead as he cracked his back and neck loudly.

“Truth or dare,” Manon chanted. “Truth or dare! Truth or dare!”

Aelin laughed as Dorian and Lorcan both joined in, slowly approaching Rowan’s desk until he was surrounded.

“Fine!” he shouted.

“Great!” Dorian ruffled Rowan’s hair, earning another disgruntled frown from the blonde. “Manon, truth or dare?”

“Dare!” she answered excitedly.

“I dare you to flash us,” Dorian said with a devilish smile, causing Manon to roll her eyes.

“Boys.” She shook her head. “So fucking predictable.”

Her voice was deadpan, but she fulfilled the dare regardless, lifting her shirt to show the room her black bra. The boys’ jaws dropped slightly, completely silent as she pulled her shirt back down and fluffed her hair, completely unphased.

“Lorcan,” Manon drawled. Before she could even ask the question, he puffed out his chest and grinned.

“Dare.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Her golden eyes glowed as she pretended to think over her question. “I dare you to kiss Dorian,” she gleamed, showing off a perfect row of white teeth.

Lorcan merely rolled his eyes again. “What, you think I’m going to get all no-homo, as if I haven’t had a threesome with another dude before?” Manon shrugged. “C’mere, pretty boy, gimme a kiss.” Lorcan laughed as Dorian mimed pointing to himself, as if to ask Who, me?

Aelin blushed furiously. She knew that seniors were more experienced than she was. Well, a lot of people were more experienced than she was. But a threesome? She could feel herself heat up as Lorcan slid his hand into Dorian’s hair and placed his mouth over his for a hard kiss. Dorian’s mouth moved in tandem with the senior’s, until Lorcan left him with a soft press of his lips and a cocky grin.

Dorian cleared his throat. “I mean, I get it,” he admitted. “Why everyone’s lining up to fuck you.”

“Not everyone,” Lorcan said, flashing his dark eyes at Manon for a loaded second. Aelin remembered all of Manon’s callous rejections and wondered if there was more to the story than they were seeing. She was so wrapped up in trying to figure it out that she barely even registered when Lorcan turned his attention to her.

Lorcan grinned widely. “Aelin, truth or dare?”

“Umm…” She paused. It was no secret that Lorcan wasn’t her biggest fan. And she had a feeling he was getting ready to torture her. She had no desire to flash an audience or kiss anyone but Rowan, so she decided to go with the safer answer.

“Truth,” she answered nervously.

“Who in school are you hottest for?” he asked.

“What?” Aelin squeaked, her voice going unnaturally high as all eyes turned to her.

“Who in school are you hottest for?” Lorcan repeated. “Who do you lust after? Who do you think about when you listen to I Touch Myself?”

Aelin’s mouth dropped as she gaped like a fish. “I…I…” Her cheeks burned as she scanned the faces in front of her, trying not to pause on the dark green eyes that were suddenly rife with curiosity. “Did I say truth? I meant dare,” she said, changing tactics.

Lorcan rolled his eyes and motioned this thumb downward. “Booo.” He made a raspberry sound with his lips as he stuck out his tongue. “Fine, I dare you to give one of us… whoever you want… a sexy lap dance for thirty seconds.”

“I don’t know how to do that!” Aelin croaked out, getting more stressed by the second. She’d have to choose someone. She wanted to choose Rowan, of course. She’d be most comfortable being close to him like that, but she hated that he was still so mad at her. She didn’t want to risk upsetting him even more.

“One or the other. We’re waiting, Aelin,” Lorcan drawled.

The room silenced as Aelin stood and looked at the four students sitting in front of her, laps ready and waiting for her. She was about to take a step toward Rowan when his eyes went to the floor, avoiding her gaze, and she redirected, stepping in front of Manon.

Aelin glanced over her shoulder. “I wish I had music,” she complained.  

“I’ve got you,” Lorcan smirked, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. Of course he’d smuggled his into detention. He cued up some rap song with a thumping bass that Aelin wasn’t familiar with, and she took a deep breath as she pretended she didn’t have an audience.

Her hips swayed side to side, dipping lower.

“Lap dance means on her lap, prude,” Lorcan shouted, and Aelin resisted the urge to glare at him over her shoulder. Instead, she got closer to Manon, pushing her legs wider as she awkwardly shimmied between them. She turned around and leaned her head back as she felt Manon’s hands at her sides, helping her maintain her balance as she dipped low to the ground.

“Annnd… time,” Dorian said, clapping loudly as Manon threw Aelin a wink. Adrenaline pounding through her shaky legs, Aelin barely stood upright before tripping over Manon’s extended foot and plopping into Rowan’s lap.

He stood nearly as soon as she fell, hands firmly placed around her waist as he shoved her away from him. “Gods, Aelin, be careful!” he reprimanded her, and Aelin felt tears prick at her eyes. Rowan had never acted like this with her before. He’d said she was still his best friend earlier, but now she wasn’t too sure. His eyes were stormy with upset. All she wanted was for him to smile again.

“Sorry,” she mumbled her apology, and he awkwardly shook her off. It was then she realized it wa her turn. To ask Rowan.

“Rowan,” she said, her voice shaky. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth…” he answered carefully.

“What else do I need to do to make this better?” she asked. She just needed an answer. Anything to do to repair what she’d clearly destroyed.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged.

Dorian made a loud buzzer sound. “That’s not a satisfactory answer.”

“Even if I really don’t know?” Rowan answered, exasperated. Dorian shook his head, and Rowan practically growled in frustration.

“Your original dare still stands,” Manon said, sing-song. “You can always decide to kiss Aelin.”

“Fine,” Rowan said, causing Aelin’s heart to skip a beat.

“What?” her eyes widened, clearly not hearing right.

“I’m taking the dare,” Rowan said with an annoyed glare. “I’m kissing you.”

Aelin wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. She didn’t want Rowan to kiss her on a dare. That was not how she’d imagined that happening. Especially not while he was so mad at her.

“No!” Aelin exclaimed, chest thumping wildly as panic flooded her system.

“No?” Manon scoffed.

“I don’t consent to this dare!” she squeaked out.

Rowan wound his arms tightly across his chest, clearly getting more annoyed with Aelin by the second. “It’s just a kiss. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Maybe not to you, she wanted to scream. But instead, she swallowed back the lump in her throat and nodded softly. Rowan visibly relaxed at her agreement, but as soon as he started to lean forward, Aelin couldn’t help but think how wrong it all was. She didn’t want her first kiss with Rowan to be because of a stupid dare. She wanted him to want to kiss her. And she certainly didn’t want an audience for it. She’d imagined kissing Rowan so many times, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would happen like this.

His lips had barely brushed hers when Aelin turned her head to the side, so his mouth landed just beyond the corner of her lips, making full contact with her cheek instead.

“Burn,” Lorcan cackled loudly, causing a flood of embarrassment to rush through her.

“Sorry,” Aelin whispered.

“S’fine,” Rowan mumbled, his cheeks stained with red as he looked anywhere but her.

“Kisses mean something to me,” she finally said.

“Spoken like a real virgin,” Lorcan heckled, and Aelin could feel herself shrink even further. Rowan spun around on his heel, his chest heaving as he unleashed on his teammate.

“What is your fucking problem, man?” Rowan spat as Lorcan stoically raised a dark brow in his direction. “I get it, she made you look like an idiot, wounded your manhood or whatever, but you need to let up.”

Lorcan held his hands up in mock surrender and meandered back to his seat, grumbling something about “stupid sophomores.”

Rowan sat loudly back at his desk, clearly seething as he began shuffling through his index cards again. Aelin flushed with relief at his defense of her. She wanted to throw her arms around him and thank him, but instead she threw him a grateful glance, which he accepted with a small nod. It wasn’t a smile, but she’d take it.

“Game over?” Dorian asked, and Manon nodded quickly, retreating to her desk.

“Virginity is just a concept, anyway. Don’t let anyone convince you that you’re losing anything when you have sex,” Manon said too loudly in Aelin’s direction. “It’s a sexist concept created by men to boost them up and control women’s bodies. Sex means different things to different people, and anyone who tries to make you feel bad about your sexual experience or lack of it deserves a special place in hell.”

Aelin had never appreciated someone as much as she did Manon in that moment. Lorcan pretended not to listen and shoved his earbuds further into his ear, slumping back into his seat.

“Thanks,” Aelin said quietly, and Manon shrugged.

The four of them worked quietly for the remaining hour of detention, shuffling the cards back into alphabetical order with methodical ease.

When Principal Havilliard returned at 7pm on the dot, Aelin sighed with relief. “Have a good summer,” he said, effectively dismissing them and walking out the door.

Aelin lingered, hoping to steal a moment with Rowan, but it seemed that he was anxious to get somewhere else.

“Glad I’ll never have to deal with you again,” Lorcan mocked as he made his way to the door. “Fire breathing bitch,” he hissed, passing her by.

Fury steamed at his words, and Aelin stood quickly, wanting to launch herself at him. Her fist reared back, ready to punch, but it was restrained as Rowan stepped in front of her and took his own swing, his fist cracking loudly against Lorcan’s nose.

Blood dribbled from the nose as Lorcan staggered backward, laughing maniacally. “Oh man,” he laughed. “Good for you, Whitethorn,” he said as he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. “See ya never,” he said, glancing between the two of them and giving a half-hearted salute.

Rowan hissed as he clutched at his fist. “Fuck, that shit really hurts.”

“Rowan!” Aelin raced to his side to assess his reddened knuckles. She pressed against the skin gently, checking for broken bones, and he loosened his fist, letting her examine each finger carefully. She glanced up at him, and he was watching her with a cautious gaze. But when she went to remove her hand from his, he squeezed her fingers softly.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, squeezing his fingers back lightly. “But thank you.”

“He was pissing me off,” Rowan replied.

“I’m so sorry, Rowan,” Aelin said again, and Rowan sighed loudly as he stretched out his sore fingers.

“I know you are, Ace.” He rubbed at his face. “It’s just going to take me a while you get the image of your dead body out of my head. It was… fucked up.”

Aelin was about to apologize again when Rowan stopped her. “And I know you’re sorry. But I’m allowed to be mad for a while, okay?”

Aelin nodded in understanding.

“Well,” Aelin cleared her throat. “Thanks for defending me, even when you’re mad at me.”

Rowan finally cracked a smile; it was the most beautiful thing Aelin had ever seen. “Yeah, well, as infuriating as you might be, no one is allowed to talk shit about you. Except me, of course.”

“Of course,” Aelin replied too quickly. She tried to hide her smile, but she couldn’t. Just a small amount of attention from Rowan, and she felt her heart mending itself.

Rowan groaned, frustrated. “How do you do that?”

“What?” Aelin asked, perplexed.

“Like, two minutes ago, I was still furious with you!” He exclaimed, exasperated. “And now…”

“And now you’re… not?” Aelin asked, hopefully as they made their way to their lockers to collect their things. The school was eerily empty, everyone long gone to their first night of summer plans.

“Just. Never again, Aelin.” She nodded rapidly. “I’m serious.”

“Want to get that truce dinner?” she asked. “I felt too guilty last night to eat anything.”

As if on cue, Rowan’s phone buzzed with an incoming text. And Aelin had a feeling she knew exactly who it was from. “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”

“Nope,” he said, shoving the phone into his pocket.

“I can’t believe we’ve both punched Lorcan Salvaterre,” Aelin giggled as he led them out to his car.

“Just call us Rocky I and Rocky II,” Rowan said, draping his arm across her shoulders, causing Aelin to laugh wildly.

“That’s not their names.”

“They’re not?” he asked. “Then why are the movies called that?”

Aelin shook her head and leaned into his side. As she and Rowan bantered about the movies he clearly needed to watch in the near future, Aelin finally had hopes for the future. It was going to be a good summer. She just knew it.  

~*~

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[waokevale]

Porcelain Face - Chapter 3

WARNING: Sexual Harrassment

Bullying, F-Girls....

(At least brain-bleatching, not detailed, no touching. Just cringy words)

Two weeks later Logan was about to walk past the corner when he noticed Virgil with a bunch of the "dressed up" girls.

He hid himself quickly inspecting the scene before further investigation.

The girls were all laughing at the poor cardboard boy and pulling by his hair and clothes.

Some of them called him names like:

-"Stupid fag" or "freak" 

All of these were very rude and unacceptable.

He pulled out his phone real quick and recorded the rest of the scene.

He wasn't planning on showing it to the principal yet.

The girls had to pay a bigger price than just detention or calling their parents.

It was clear it wasn't something rare to happen to Virgil from his poor state.

Logan started to form a plan until he heard the girls talking about him and he froze.

Maybe that's another way to get rid of them?

-"Hey Jess, what do you think about the new hot teacher?"

Said one of the girls which made usually emotionless Logan cringe on the inside with only the thought.

-"Same as you Diana. I bet I could smash him till Monday comes, Miller passed, Jenkins passed, so how could this be harder? Just look at me, he won't resist it when I pull out my lipstick."

Now Logan was sick. What the hell was wrong with these girls?! Having affairs with their teachers?! Clearly not seeing the fact that he was gay.

 Now they NEEDED to be thrown out.

Logan already had experience with it, since he didn't really care about people much do to his emotionless state.

 He got rid of some students in his high school easily for yet unknown reasons.

Now was the time to return to the old bad habits...He thought.

But this was worth it.

This boy needed to be at least a little bit happier.

Logan knew that there were a lot more bullies but he had easily spotted the "real" bullies.

Some had pretty bad issues from what he could see, some were doing this because of a bribe and the other ones....they did it for fun, they had no issues at all, these were the ones that deserved it the most. The sadistic people.

The girls belonged to the last type of bullies.

They clearly made him sick.

He had evidence now, but he had to set up something greater.

'So Jessica says she wants to "smash me"? I wonder how does she even do that.... She probably tells the teacher to meet him in some class after school from what I've heard.

He started thinking of a new plan this time, but in  that moment Diana and Jessica had started talking about where and when is Jessica going to meet him at.

It was all in whispers, but Logan had "good ears." Class 24, 3.20 PM 

-"So be it" Logan said to himself.

He had just the perfect equipment prepared for things like that.

Later on Jessica asked Logan to meet him in the same exact place  and time she mentioned before.

He agreed obviously...

For a reason.

When the clock had finally shown 3.20 PM, Logan was already in the class, waiting.

When Jessica came into the classroom he honestly wanted to puke. She looked like a hoe bag or some sort of prostitute, he would've described it if it wasn't so....disturbing and slutty.

-"May I ask you, what on earth are you wearing, Jessica?" - Logan said with an annoyed look.

-"Awww, come on Mr.Berry you know you like it~"

Stay calm Logan... He said to himself

 it usually was easy, probably becuase he didn't have to deal with girls like this all the time.

Then he reminded himself of the plan. 

Act and ask the questions.

-"I'm not sure, Jessica. What are you even trying to do...?" He obviously was waiting for the cringiest answer

-"You~" - She said in a lustful voice

-"Wait a minute. Would you mind answering my questions first? Because I have three."

She signed with a bored expression and replied: -"ugh...Fine. Shoot."

-"Am I the first one that you're willing to....ugh...you know...?" He stuttered a bit but it was clear that she knew what he meant.

-"Depends, do you want it to be?"

She smirked.

-"Answer, honestly. Please? "

-"Nope you're not the first one, I've fucked Miller, Jenkins and even that one substitute teacher....what was his...Oh! Yeah, Rayens and a bunch of other high school guys, if that's what you wanted to hear."

First one, check. Logan thought.

-"Ummm....May I ask about your honest opinion about one certain student? I won't get mad as long as you answer honestly."

-"Kay'..Which one is it?" She asked.

-"Virgil, the cardboard boy."

-"Pffffff...Haha! That loser? I think he's a useless fag honestly. And- uhhh...Sorry teach' for swearing I guess...?"

-Mhm" Logan nodded.

As he thought, a horrible person, really.

-"Jess? May I ask you that third question and get this over with."

-"Sure~ I thought the same." She replied.

-"What the hell did you have had in your mind to even think of such a pathetic way!? People are not dolls, why do you "score them" ?

-"Just because your wifey says so, doesn't mean I can't play."

-"First of, I don't have a wife and i'm not willing to have one"

"Ohhh, So you're si-" 

-"Please just shut up.

I will never have an affair with you, young miss.

You are definitely too young for my liking and I'm not foolish enough for this.

Second, I'm really sorry you haven't noticed yet but I do not feel attraction to women."

-"W-wha-?!"

-"In other words, yes I'm one of these "stupid fags" that you've been calling homosexual people."

-"UGH!? WHY DID I EVEN WASTED MY TIME WITH YOU!? YOU'LL SEE THEY WILL FIRE YOU FOR THAT, HAH! THEY'LL BELIEVE ME THAT YOU'RE MOLESTING ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS AND YOU'LL GO ON COURT, HAHA!" She yelled.

-"If I could I would laugh in that moment, you are clearly missing something. Nothing of what you have just said will become true, because the principal has already heard about this."

-"W-what are you talking about?! You must be joking! Hahaha! Very funny." the girl laughed nervously.

The door suddenly swung open as the very angry principal has came into the room.

-"YOUNG LADY, MIND EXPLAINING ME WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO?!"

-"N-Nothing! I swear! He tried to molest me and forced me to wear these clothes!" She faked crying but no one could believe her.

-"I don't think I would be able to, you know? Since well, I've already told you I'm homosexual."

-"Quit the act, Miss Willow. You've violated the most important rules in this school and ruined it's reputation. I'm very sorry, but I'll have to kick you out and apparently a bunch of your friends, including some teachers as well..."

-"W-what?! No! No! My parents won't let you- they won't believe you!"

-"I have enough evidence that I think they will, Jessica." Logan said plainly showing her the videos.

-"NO-"

-"Check-mate."

Before the "act" Logan had set up a microphone and a small camera that was hidden in one of the paintings like in the thriller movies.

That was the the fall of one of the most popular girls and the worst bullies of their Academy High. 

Logan had her in his little finger. 

It was as simple as a chess game.

She was really naive, huh? She thought everyone was going to serve her and that was her Achilles's foot.

-"Pssst what happened to Jess and a bunch of other people??" - One kid asked in whisper.

-"I heard that someone has recorded her while trying to seduce one of the teachers, he somehow made her  reveal her dark secrets and she got caught and kicked out!" Someone else replied.

-"That's good that she and her squad are gone. I hated them anyways." - Roman said simply.

-"Yeah, she sucked. She was a total slut." Remus added with a squimish expression at the uncomfortable thought..

Logan saw as everyone reacted to Jessica's and her friends fall as he turned to the twins.

He thought:

'Such mean words, yet such fragile hearts,       

I wonder when they'll finally drop they act...'

[poisonously-alluring-sev]

Snape One Shots ~ Gothic Lust

Summary: Emily is one of the more popular students at Hogwarts, who also happens to be a goth, and even though most people like to obsess over her and want to date her, she has never let any of the students at Hogwarts date her. Children of all ages she didn’t like so when a dark and mysterious MAN who matches her grumpy and dark aesthetic comes along she can’t help, but be curious.

Pairing: Snape x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing

Time: Two years before Harry Graduates

Word Count: 12 200

Recommended Song: Girl I Know by Avenged Sevenfold

Main Character: Emily Jones; 20; DOB: Dec 16th, 1969 (Sagittarius); American; Caucasian; Slytherin; Pure Blood; 5'5; light skin; dark brown hair with green tips; green/gray eyes

The Quidditch match was finally over with my teams mates taking first place in the house rankings before we go home for the Christmas holidays. I hugged and applauded my Chaser's, Beater's, Keeper and Seeker before heading off the change rooms. Everyone that was watching was applauding us and as I looked up I swear I saw Snape smiling as he clapped in response to what everyone else was doing, But as soon as I thought it was there it was gone making me feel like I was seeing things.

I gave my speech to my team, as all captains do after a game, and then we hopped back on our brooms and flew back to the castle as the stars started to come out. Tonight the Slytherin house was having a Christmas party and also celebrating our Quidditch win. Unlike the normal parties, we have where everyone gets super drunk and somehow a group of like 20 kids from each other house ends up in the party, this time it was just going to be us.

Soon it was 10 pm and everyone was expected to be in they're dorms and most teachers were in they're quarters and not walking the halls. Many of the older students were in the common room as a small group of fifth years went out to the kitchen to get some extra fire whiskey and such. Soon they come running back into the common room waving the alcohol in the air and within a few minutes, everyone had a drink in their hand or had taken a couple shots and were dancing to the music that was playing. After about two hours Murphy Hugh stood on a table and yelled out into the loud crowd and got all of the student's attention.

"Hey y'all, so I know we normally have the Christmas parties, but this one is special thanks to our Quidditch team helping us get 500 points ahead of all of the other houses!" He raised his glass and everyone clapped, screamed or wolf-whistled. I found myself getting pushed up onto the table by someone and drunk as always Murphy pulled me in by my waist to stand beside him as he toasted to me and my teammates and said a couple more things.

"Hey, you wanna say something Em?"

"Merry Fucking Christmas you beautiful fucks! Now, where's the hard liquor?" People yelled in response and started to dance, drink, and make out again. Hopping off of the table I got thrown a full bottle of fire whiskey from Murphy as he said,

"You really sure you don't want a boyfriend Em? You are the most popular girl in Hogwarts, everybody has a thing for you." I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the one couch that wasn't covered in couples, Murphy sat down with me.

"Come on Murph, I told you already, I don't care for dating, it's too much work to have to care for someone, plus I want someone who will call on demons with me or jump into a burning building for fun. I don't think anyone here is of that status."

"Okay, true, but I'm sure you'll find someone." He stood up and started to walk away and I said over the loud music.

"You too mister drunk." He spun around and gave me the finger bringing a chuckle out of me. I downed about half of the bottle and said to myself,

"Let's get this fucking party started."

**** The Next Morning ****

It was 10 am when I finally woke up still in my clothes from last night's party and a pounding headache. I stood up slowly and decided I didn't need a shower and put my hair into a thick braid and tied it into a bun. I could hear the last few students running out of they're dorms to get to the train before they were late. I sighed at the pain in my head when I started to walk to the door but was too lazy to take something for it and thought I would just deal with it and headed out off the common room to the kitchen to where hopefully they had some leftovers from breakfast for me. As soon as I entered Pitts looked at me and waved me over to the back. I had spent so much time down here for food I missed at meals and sometimes for detention, but I usually was sent to help Hagrid since I didn't like magical creatures that much.

I sat down in the backroom of the kitchen and snacked on some breakfast pastries and bacon until I felt I had enough food in my body to keep going until dinner where food would be served again. After I was done I thanked the elves in the kitchen and headed upstairs to maybe see if someone cool stayed back for the Christmas holidays. Sadly, nobody was in the great hall or in the courtyard. I sighed as my eyes hurt and burned from the sun making my head worse and decided to head down to the boathouse and see if maybe I could catch someone bulling a first or second year. Again to my disappointment nobody was there and I was bored. I sat down on a bench inside the boathouse happy that there wasn't anybody here, but I also was hoping I could yell at someone and scare them with my goth looks.

After about 10 minutes of me just sitting in silence and enjoying it I could feel eyes on me, it could have just been another student, but they kept their eyes on me and I could feel it burning into the back of my head. I was starting to get sick of them watching me and was ready to spin around and very passive-aggressively ask them what they were doing, but I felt the gaze drift away, which made me curious to find out who it was. I stood up and saw nobody there so I went out of the boathouse and looked up the trail you take to get here and no one. I looked the other way to where the shore of the Black Lake was and saw a tall figure moving in the trees by the shore. Since they were very tall I figured it was a teacher who probably was watching to see if I was going to cause trouble. I scoffed the feeling off and followed them. You can never know what curious things different things happen at Hogwarts and what some secrets about teachers you can find. I am a popular student at Hogwarts anything I say will spread like wildfire within the school and to be honest, it feels nice to have that kind of power to ruin someone's reputation, but I never have done it I just hear about things other people say about me and I shut them down.

After about five minutes of me keeping my distance from this person they stopped at the edge of the lake and the dark forest, I hated going into the dark forest for detention since even during the daytime it was like it was 8 pm in the summer, dark, but you could barely see details in what could be following you as you head deeper into the forest. I was hesitant to keep following, but I had absolutely nothing better to do so I kept my distance and slowly stepped over sticks following behind them at about a 20ft distance. Soon I had followed them to what seemed to be a small garden with different flowers and plants that I'm pretty sure I remember from Herbology or maybe Potions. They bent down to pick and cut a few of them as I looked around the surrounding area and thought,

'This sure is a strange place to have a garden.' I shrugged, but I was soon brought back to focusing on the person in front of me who basically reacted as though he heard my thoughts making me think I said them out loud, but I was sure that I didn't. The person had tensed up and had stopped cutting leaves from the plants and were slowly putting it away like there was a deadly creature watching him and he was trying not to make a scene. I was starting to panic thinking that maybe they had seen me and I decided to slowly back away and as soon as I was out of eyesight and earshot I started to run away back on the path I had come from. About a few minutes later I saw the boathouse again and fell down back onto the bench I was sitting on earlier hoping to be able to catch my breath. After a couple of minutes, my heart rate had lowered back to normal and I wasn't in such a panic as I was before. Looking back to what had just happened I tried to rule out the possibilities of who that could have been, but it wasn't easy since I never heard a voice or was able to see their face, all I had was the body shape of this person. They were either 6ft or taller, had to be male, wore all black, had black hair, or I was assuming since it was dark I couldn't really tell, and they had a special garden out in the dark forest.

I decided to go to the library to see if I could find those plants that were there and maybe see what they could be used for and why someone here at Hogwarts would need them. After looking for about 40 minutes I figured out that the plants were common things used in potions to help with getting rid of toxins and bacteria from the human body. It confused me at first since to me nobody has any need to have these plants, but then my mind clicked. Snape. Of course, he has a garden to grow these plants the come from far away places. It also makes much more sense since he is also to Potions teacher and I was surprised I didn't make that connection before when I was there. I felt really stupid and with all of this thinking and reading my head was really starting to pound now and I decided to go to Pomfrey and finally get this pain out of my head, even though I know Pomfrey will yell at me for drinking she shouldn't be surprised since I can only imagine how many other students came to her before they left this morning.

I knew that at this time she probably didn't have a super serious injury to take care of so I just opened the doors and went straight to her about to wave when I saw Snape talking to her with the same plants I had seen him taking from his secret garden. My hand slowly dropped as they both turned around to look at me as Snape handed her the flowers. I smiled at them and I walked closer to them as they finished their conversation. Soon Pomfrey turned to me and asked me why I was here.

"Well, like my other house friends I too need something for a pounding headache that I somehow got when I woke up this morning." She sighed and pulled out a newly brewed potion from her closest, handed it to me and thanked Snape for delivering her the ingredients she needed. I felt myself give a confused look to Snape as he watched me slowly walking past Pomfrey and I as she lectured me on drinking, but I wasn't paying attention to her, but the strange teacher watching me as he passed.

'What the hell is his problem?' I asked myself in my head, and yet again he reacted as if I talked out loud, but I was certain I didn't. He glared at me as I gave yet an even more confused look to which he seemed to react weirdly and walked away quickly not looking back. I shrugged in my head and continued to tell her that she needed to relax since she probably already told about 20 other students this lecture before and I could tell she was tired even though it was only like 12:30. Soon I had gotten Pomfrey to stop talking and downed my potion and walked out of the hospital wing feeling better already, but very confused about Snape.

**** 6pm (Dinner Time) ****

I was sitting right at the front of my house table, closest to the teacher table, waiting for Pitty to finally set out the food so I could eat it and then head back to my dorm and just hang out and enjoy being alone even though I did that for most of the day already. As I ate with a couple other housemates I could feel heavy eyes watching me and I honestly wasn't really going to look around and see who it was, and I wasn't surprised that the first place I looked was to the teachers' table since I had been suspicious of Snape all day and not to my surprise we locked gazes and neither of us wanted to look away and seem weak, at least that's what I thought we were doing. After a couple of seconds Snape looked away and I mentally fist-bumped, but soon was pulled away from that thought as I saw who he was looking at now. Dumbledore. They were both looking at each other and I saw Dumbledore raise an eyebrow and Snape roll his eyes and go back to his food, but Dumbledore looked over at me and smiled I smiled back, but only because I had zero ideas of what just happened.

After seeing that Dumbledore probably noticed us both staring at each other I tried my hardest not to look back up there and got invested in a conversation that was happening at my table. About 20 minutes later most of the Hall was empty besides a group of other popular students, me, and Snape who wasn't really eating his food, but rather it seemed like he was using it as an excuse to stay in the Great Hall for some reason. I keep glancing up at the teacher's table and every time I did Snape looked up like he knew I was watching him and it kind of freaked me out when he would look back at me with a glare at basically the same time I looked in his direction. Soon we had all finished our dinner and as the others talked for a bit I just wanted to get out of the Hall, but as I stood up I noticed Snape already walking towards me. I don't know why, but I panicked, he was clearly coming for me since he had his eyes locked on me. I quickly made my way through some small crowds that were in my way and by the time I got to the main doorway I thought I was home free. I was wrong. A large hand landed on my shoulder and I quietly cursed to myself as I turned around to see Snape standing there arms crossed like he was trying to seem angry.

"Yes Professor?" I said trying to make it seem like I didn't care, but in the back of my head I could tell that he wasn't convinced.

"Dumbledore said that he would like to see you in his office, now." He said in a very stern voice that honestly didn't really fit this kind of conversation, maybe if I like pulled a huge prank or something, but not right now.

"Oh..kay," I said pretty confusedly. We both stood there looking at each other, but not in the eyes which made things pretty awkward and then Snape slipped past me and went right in the direction of the dungeons. I stood there for a little bit kind of dumbfounded, but then I made my way to see what Dumbledore wanted, he probably wanted to talk about what he saw today and I honestly couldn't think of any good excuse.

"Fuck me." The hidden staircase opened up as I said the secret password and waited for moving stairs to take me to the top since I was too lazy to actually walk up to them. I knocked on the door, but no response so I just let myself in, as usual, Dumbledore doesn't mind. I found myself in the Headmaster's office which was strangely quiet. Not saying that it never is quiet, but Dumbledore would normally have a window open or something and you could hear the sounds of the wind blowing, but this time there wasn't even that. I looked at the painting of the past Headmasters many of them weren't nice to me and I had to hold in the urge to flip them off and got distracted by the number of books in the back of the room. After about a minute or two I noticed that these books weren't your normal library books, but rather ones that you might not even find in the restricted section.

"Human eating trees, magical ocean portals, muggle sightings. Okay, some of these are a little weird, oh no wonder," I looked on the inside of the book to read the date of when t was made.

"Some of these are 500 years old." I sighed with boredom and went back down the stairs to sit in one of the few sofa chairs that sit with teapots in front of them. I didn't really know too much summoning magic, but I was considered to be one of the most academic students of my year so I probably could see if maybe I was able to summon some tea for myself. After about a few minutes of focusing and trying really hard to summon at least some water, nothing was happening. I let out a large sigh in mental agony.

"Not everyone at your age is ready to summon things from thin air, but I can give you a book to practice if you like," Dumbledore said from behind me scaring me a little. He waved his hand over the teapot and poured two cups for us. I just gently glared at him when he wasn't looking and took a sip of the tea.

"You wanted to talk to me, Headmaster?" He took a set down in another chair on the other side of the table and looked like he was ready to gossip about ol' Brenda the crazy bitch friend.

"Ah, yes. There are a couple of things I would like to talk to you about today." He took a sip of his tea and thankfully I felt a little revealed, but I was too happy too soon.

"Mainly about what was going on at dinner tonight between you and Professor Snape." I slowly took a sip of my tea trying to drag out the silence for as long as possible before I said.

"Well, it's strange rather. Every time I would look up at the table he would immediately look at me whether I was looking at him or not and the time that you happen to notice he was actually looking at me first and I was glaring at him because I didn't like the way his eyes felt on me." He raised an eyebrow as he sipped on his tea which I can only imagine how much sugar he puts in it.

"Well. I'll make sure to ask him about it as well, seeing as though you are not the problem." I didn't know if I should take that as a good thing or if he was being sarcastic and trying to insult me. We talked about many other things until we both ran out of tea to drink. I said my goodbye to Dumbledore and made my way back to my dorm to hopefully get some good sleep instead of staying up until 3 am on a normal school day. After reading up a bit on the book Dumbledore gave me it was about 9 pm and about the time I should probably get to bed so I changed into my PJ's, but before I could get into bed I heard a hoot and a screech coming from my window and saw two owls with letters in their becks. One I could tell was Dumbledore's, but the other one I wasn't sure. They both flew in my window as soon as I opened it and I gave them both a biscuit. Dumbledore's owl took it nice and gently whereas the other jumped back from my hand a bit and took it a bit aggressively, but it didn't phase me. It was strange rather I knew that owls took on the personality of their owner and it was clear that this owl was Dumbledore's. It was the most humble owl I had ever seen, but the other one, it was hard to pinpoint it's behaviour to a person, but as soon as I picked up the letter it had been told to give to me I knew right away by the handwriting. It was Snape's owl, which made sense since it really wasn't good with people and wasn't nice when I gave it something to make it happy. I opened Dumbledore's letter first to spare me what might be in Snape's letter, probably just some insults about my marks and wanting me for detention. Within Dumbledore's letter he told me that there was an opportunity within a few weeks I can sigh up for apparition lessons if I felt the need to learn something they don't teach in classes.

I thought about it and decided that it would probably be nice to know how to travel without spending money and whatnot. I then opened Snape's letter, but before I could read past the first two words, which were Dear Ms. Jones, Dumbledore's owl snatched it out of my hands and flew out my window.

"Hey! What the hell?!" I leaned out the window to see where it headed and it went right to his office I cursed yet again under my breath and Snape's owl landed right next to me on the window frame and hooted at me. It flew off back to the Owlery and it was at that point that the day of boredom and chasing after Snape into the Dark Forest was really starting to catch up to me and I was ready to sleep.

**** Sometime within the night ****

I found myself awake in my dorm and a deep feeling in my chest that I needed to get out of the common room and wait for someone. I don't know who, but my heart was pounding in fear, but also something else. I couldn't tell what it was, but had to have been the driving force to me jumping out of bed and barely even landing my feet on the stairs to get out of the common room. As soon as I entered to cold, dark hallway outside of the Slytherin house, my feet stopped themselves. I could not tell you what I was feeling, but it felt right to run to the potions classroom, something felt wrong. My heart seemed to feel shattered, but I hadn't gone through something that would make me feel this way so I had come to the conclusion that this must be a vision of some sort or maybe something that I was being told to avoid. Sometimes the castle ghosts or different spirits would show me things that they knew would happen as a warning or something rather.

While thinking about what this dream could mean I found myself running through the dark halls, sometimes hitting a wall if I really wasn't paying attention. Soon I found the classroom and had the feeling that I needed to run inside and find or stop whoever was in there, I stopped myself to think first and to also prepare myself for what I might find. It could be me dying or someone I love, or it could have something to do with death eaters since they seem to be more active this time of the year, soon I found myself pushing open both doors and seeing nobody in the room, it looked like it was set ready for a class to start brewing some potions, but something in the back of my head told me to not take one step in the room. I knew that whatever I was being told through this dream wasn't going to have me stop them from showing me the warning so as I stopped myself from taking another step I felt a push on my lower back sending me a few feet into the room with nothing in it. I was confused for a bit then I jumped when the doors closed very quickly behind me slamming shut and making me turn around.

As I looked to see what could've caused them to close I saw Snape standing in the corner watching me with his wand out. Anything could happen to me and this could be anytime within the future, it could be right when I wake up, near the end of the year or maybe years from now. He slowly pointed his wand at me and suddenly I felt myself be pulled from my body so I could watch what will happen, this normally happens when the spirits don't want me to mess up their warning.

"I don't want to do this to you Emily, but I have to."

"What are you talking about Severus?" I said in a very stern voice clearly shaken up by something that had happened before this moment and I saw his eyes start to form tears.

"You know that this is how it has to be." He pointed his wand right at my head and was trying to make it seem like whatever he was talking wasn't affecting him, but with the tears in his eyes, it couldn't confuse me. I stepped forward and started to say that made more sense to me now that I was listening in to the conservation future me and Snape were having.

"You can't do this Sev, please!" Now I could hear my own voice cracking as I started to cry.

"We can't do this Emily, it's not right."

"I know you don't care about that, please Severus don't do this to me!" I was now shouting at him and my chest started to get heavier and heavier with pain that I wasn't familiar with.

"We can't be together Ms. Jones. I'm too dangerous for you to be around." Now I was finally catching on to what was happening.

'How far in the future is this?' I asked the spirit who was standing behind me watching my vision with me.

'Only a few months from now, please pay attention. This could change your life if you don't understand what you need to change in the next few months of your life.' I looked back at both of the crying people in front of me. Tears were now flowing down my face and I was begging Snape to stop whatever he was about to do.

"Emily, please don't do that, we have no choice."

"Sev, what makes you think that erasing my memory will make things better?! We've both been broken before, let me help you!"

"No!" He stumbled on his next few words as he realized that future me recoiled back to his loud demand.

"Being around me will get you killed, I can't have another person I love fall fate to death by Voldemort." In that moment things started to slow down like you would see in a movie to make things more intense, I jumped at him to grab his wand, but I was too late. Soon a light blue almost clear burst of colour came out of the end of Snape's wand and had hit my head. Then after a couple of seconds the tears stopped flowing and I dropped to the ground unconscious. Snape bent down and brushed my hair out of my face and kissed the top of my head. Soon he picked me up and that's where everything stopped.

**** 10am the next morning ****

My eyes opened to the bright light coming through my window and the sound of tapping on my window. I groaned out loud when I noticed it was Dumbledore's owl probably going to lecture me about not eating at breakfast like he would sometimes. I let the owl in and gave him a biscuit again just like last night. I took the letter from his beck and frowned at him.

"Why did you have to take that letter hmm?" He tilted his head and me and then flew off my window. I sighed opening up the wrapped parchment and only read the few words that were written down which said,

Dear, Ms. Jones,

Please come down to my office as soon as you get this.

Also, Pitts told me that he was getting sick of having to feed you about an hour after breakfast so please try to get to The Great Hall on time.

Best Regards,

Dumbledore

I sighed and honestly was planning on telling his owl to drop it in the Black Lake, but in my head it felt important to go to so I just decided to burn it.

"Ugh, why does he have to know about everything I do in this place." I got out my wand and cast a spell to make the paper float and then watched it as it turned into charcoal then I got into the shower and put on some basic grunge clothes and headed to the Headmaster's office, not even going to go to get food this time and maybe upset Dumbledore a bit more now that I'm not showing up on time, but I'm not even eating. I laughed to myself as I got to his office, but before I could knock on the door, I heard him talking to someone very faintly then some yelling from Snape which I honestly don't think anyone could miss, and then back to the faint voice of Dumbledore probably trying to convince him that something to do with the death eaters isn't a problem when it most likely is. I leaned my ear against the door to listen in, but I didn't get much information when Dumbledore said,

"Well if you're looking for some company I believe some has just arrived. Come in Emily." I slowly opened the door and walked in saying to myself, but loud enough that they both could hear me.

"Well, that's a little creepy." Dumbledore smiled and Snape just took a step or two back from his desk as I got closer to talk to him.

"You know I was very tempted to just throw away your letter and say I never got it." He picked up his wand, moved it in some kind of cycle shape and said something very faintly under his breath and we watched as the paper I had burned not too long ago somehow un-burned its self and was in perfect condition. I stood there feeling like he was mocking me in some way just to get at my nerves, but I didn't let it show on my face, I also saw Snape shuffle a bit before Dumbledore spoke again.

"Well, it actually has to do with you two." He said placing his gaze on Snape. I couldn't help, but connect this moment to something in my vision from last night. He then looked back at me.

"I don't know if you had read the letter Professor Snape sent you last night, but I-" I very quickly cut him off by saying,

"No, I didn't even get past my name when your owl snatched it out of my hands and flew away."

"Oh, I see, well I did read it on my own time last night and-"

"I thought you said that basic letters don't need to be checked, and any teacher letters to students have no need to be checked," Snape said crossing his arms as he hid in the shadows of the Headmaster's office. I was confused as to why he was reacting this way, but honestly I have had this kind of response also to Dumbledore when he just takes something that was meant for something else and then moves around either is own rules or words that have come straight from your own mouth, kind of pissing you off in the moment.

"Well, if we are here to talk about what was in the letter, don't you think that it might be a good idea for me to read it?"

"Oh, no there will be no need, I have already disposed of it." Snape frowned and said back with words that I would use in this case,

"Didn't you just bring back a burned letter from thin air?" Dumbledore was trying to find the fact that he had messed up with that one, but found a way around it.

"That letter was written by me, therefor it wasn't hard to track-"

"Okay, whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm sure both of you can just tell me instead of being so cryptic about it, which by the way has made me very curious as to what was in that letter, and I won't give up until I hear about it." I too crossed my arms looking at Dumbledore and waited for him to respond. He leaned forward on his desk like he was about to tell me and Snape was glaring at him as I had never seen him do before. If any words came out of some mouth I was afraid he was going to jump at him.

"It wasn't my own written letter and not mine to share, so if Severus would like to tell you about what was in that letter, that is his choice. And with that I think it is time for tea, care to join? Either of you?" Dumbledore sat back in his chair and waved a pot of tea over and poured himself a cup.

"Oh no Professor, I'm more then alright, I have some things to attend to, like that book you lent me," I said turning around to leave his office trying not to keep begging about what was in the letter.

"Alright then, Severus? Would you like some?" He said offering him an already filled cup.

"No Headmaster, I'm quite alright as it is." He got out of the office faster than I could, passing me before I had even got to the door and he basically ran down the stairs. I stopped myself knowing that now might be a good time to ask Dumbledore a good question.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, was anything in the letter really that important to call us both here?" He raised an eyebrow at me and then smiled as he said,

"Yes, everything in the letter has a great deal to Professor Snape, and I think it is best if you try not to push it out of him. Getting any kind of information out of him unless he trusts you is not easy and can end badly. If he wishes to tell you, it will take some time since I already seemed to have messed up this chance to tell you." I nodded slowly at his words and quickly said my thanks to him as I left his office. I wasn't normally one to be confused or spend time around the professors here at Hogwarts, so this was something very new for me and strangely enough every time I think about that letter, I think that maybe the fact that I didn't get to read it leads me away from the bad vision I had, but probably not for long.

For the next few days nothing had happened, I hung out with some Slytherin friends, Dumbledore seems to be getting angry at me for not eating breakfast and only staying in my room for most of the day, and of course, the Weasley twins have pulled some pretty good pranks on Filch or Flitwick. Today I had decided that since everyone was having fun on Christmas Eve it might be a good idea to head down to Hogsmeade and maybe spend some time at the Hogshead and see my good ole friend fire whiskey again. I put on some winter clothes and made my way down the snow-covered trail and was happy to see that the place was basically empty from a couple of adults who actually lived in the area. I walked into the bar and ordered a large glass of fire whiskey I wasn't planning on getting drunk, but tipsy was alright. After a glass or two I noticed someone sit down beside me and it was Snape. He also got a fire whiskey which he downed like it was nothing and ordered another about to down it as well until I said,

"Do you drink that for the taste or does it make you drunk faster?" He stopped drinking the toxic mixture and placed it down next to mine looking over to me and asked me,

"Aren't you too young to be here drinking?" Trying not to take that as an insult I answered his question,

"Well in America we are actually kept in school a lot longer than here in Europe so technically if I was back home, yes, but here no, I'm about two years older then anybody else in my year. I actually just turned 20 with my birthday, but honestly, I was already drinking before I even hit 16." I took a big drink from my glass and Snape kept asking questions and I kept answering them, most of them were about life as a witch in America where they don't really feel the need to be nice to women let alone in the magic world over there. That's one of the reasons my family moved over here and it has been a lot better for everyone, well, maybe Filch could live without me. About an hour past of us asking each other questions and I could tell that the only reason that we were actually talking to each other was the alcohol that made us both way bolder to talk to each other than normal. As I stood up to go the bathroom some older man walking by grabbed my ass and gave it a good slap, which in return sent a shock wave to my brain telling my hands to make a fist and aim for his head, hitting right on his jaw. I couldn't tell you why that happened, but maybe you can figure out why. I pushed him down to the ground and kneeled down to him, still very tipsy, and said,

"The next time you mess with a woman it might just be the end of their wand casting a curse upon you." He grunted and slapped me across the face and stood up as I rubbed the numbing flesh on my face ready to throw fists with this perv.

"Well, maybe you women should spend some time cooking instead of wasting your time on the man's job." That was it, this man was already in for it hitting my tipsy ass, but now I felt completely sobered up and ready to put this man in his place. A spell would be too easy for him so I gave Snape my wand and rushed this guy sending us both flying over a table knocking over other people drinks and angering those drunk people which lead into a brawl that I was gladly starting. Soon many people were fighting for no reason really they just starting throwing fists. The guy I had punched earlier had tried to hit me over the head with a chair, but I caught it and pulled it from him and jabbed him with it then threw it away hitting someone else in the head. Then I put all of my energy into my arm and throw my fist straight into his jaw causing it to crack or maybe that was my hand. Anyway, after that, I felt a hand grab me by my shoulder and pull me out of the bar. I didn't realize how much I was breathing and grabbed my hand which was now bleeding from the fighting I was doing and it was nearly impossible to ignore the pain that was deep my wrist. I heard the door slammed behind me and I turned around to see Snape sighing at seeing my stat and he handed me my wand which I slid back into my boot. He started to walk back to the castle and I followed him on his side. We didn't talk for a good minute or two, but when I winced in pain and brought my bloody and sore hand up into sight Snape stopped and grabbed his wand out looking at my hand he said,

"Let me heal that for you." I moved my hand closer to his and he very gently held it and quietly cast a healing spell and poured a potion on it to stop the bleeding. I was so shocked that he was so calm and gentle with the wounds that I asked him,

"Why not be a doctor instead of a teacher dealing with children?" He kept focused on my wounds as he mended them and then responded with,

"I said that I would do anything for Dumbledore if he protected-" He cut himself off and continued with,

"Never mind why, but I probably wouldn't fit in a hospital environment." He looked down to see that he was still holding my hand and pulled it away from me quickly. He then looked at me in whole and said,

"You forgot your jacket back there. Here, take my cloak." He wrapped it around me, making me feel a little odd, but I put it aside and said to him,

"There is no way you can say that when you just fixed my probably broken and bloody wrist." He shrugged and started to walk again slipping his hands in his pockets. We walked back to the school in a good, nice silence that was honestly quite calming and I could tell that neither of us were tipsy anymore and I think he was starting to realize his behaviour when he was tipsy and was starting to act sterner and not fun or friendly like earlier, but he wasn't talking. It showed in his walking and posture for sure. By the time we hit the courtyard he stopped, turned to me and said in a nicer manner than I thought he would,

"I noticed that your marks in Potions and DADA are a little lower than past years, so, if you maybe want some help, I can take some time for you to practice in the potions room." I was a little taken back by this, but I was kinda happy he asked since it was no lie, my marks had been getting worse for the past two months. I smiled up at him and said,

"I'm very happy to take that offer thank you." He nodded and started to walk away at his normal fast pace leaving me alone in the courtyard with the heavy wind blowing which reminded me that I had his cloak, and he left without it. It was probably the better thing to do if I found him and gave it back, but something in me told me to keep it. So I did. Making my way back to the common room I found myself thinking about the professor a lot and sometimes I would have to snap myself out of some deep thoughts. It was just so easy to remember the warmth coming from his hand as my hand was cold with blood, and how gentle he was at placing his cloak over my shoulders willing to be cold just so I, the stupid girl who started a bar fight, didn't have to be. I made it back to the common room without any mishap, but I didn't even realize that some students might question why I was sitting on the couch reading a book with a cloak that was clearly way too big for me. I realized hadn't it might look weird or suspicious of something to others that this clearly wasn't mine and you could really tell it wasn't mine since I don't wear normal witch clothes unless it is completely needed like class, but then I still wear something grunge-like, maybe a choker or something. So this was in no way normal and I didn't notice until Murphy sat down beside me and asked me about it.

"Oh... well... It's nothing to worry about." It was very clear that he wasn't convinced and honestly, it wasn't that good because even I frowned at my response.

"Okay, well if there is a random bad boy that fits your status that you are suddenly with, I wanna hear about it." I nodded as he left me alone and I took that as my queue to get out of the common room before more people see and start to spread rumours about who's cloak it is. Once I got to my dorm I continued to read on the book Dumbledore let me use and tried to practice some easy things, but after about an hour of that, no luck. I sighed and fell down on my bed looking up at the plain roof of my room. I was once told by my parents that if you are trying to learn some new magic it is best to have a clear mind and ever since I started reading this book nothing has been sticking in my head. I didn't think that my mind was clouded with anything, but then as I grabbed the corner of Snape's cloak that I was still wearing It clicked with me. Ever since I got this book something to do with him has been in the way. That's why I can't do even do simple spells that I should be able to do if I've been reading it every night. Snape was getting in my way of learning this magic, and honestly, I wasn't wrong. Since that vision, everything that I do, every thought, seems to come back to him.

"Fuck me." Was the last thing I said before I ended up taking an afternoon nap. I didn't get another vision, but all throughout the night randomly I would hear Snape's voice and I could see him in front of me, most things were memories of us walking about to the castle today. Being a very light sleeper dreams came pretty quickly and even though I can't help it sometimes I wish I could just be able to sleep through a huge thunderstorm, but with my luck, I will always wake up.

**** Christmas Day ****

I woke up and heard people talking down stairs about something and I wasn't too happy that the screaming first and second years that got to stay here had already ruined my day by waking me up at... wait, what time is it? I glanced over to the clock on the wall and saw that it was 5 am. The sun hadn't even begun to shine on the lake yet. I mumbled some swear words to myself and put on some basic black muggle clothes. Before I left my room though through my mirror I saw Snape's cloak lying on one of the chairs in my room. I thought about grabbing it, but I remembered how Murphy reacted yesterday and decided that it probably wasn't a good idea to bring it out, even if my instincts told me to, I went without it. I made my way out of the dorm halls and to the common room where if any of them decided to be loud around me I would tell them to shut up and stop freaking out about getting gifts. Christmas isn't even about getting gifts, people have just turned it into stupid fun happy sit down with family thing only a little while ago. Before it was about drunk people crashing parties that happened in the woods, in the middle of the night. And then it was about people in lower-class incomes breaking into stores and causing riots, this clearly isn't the Christmas we have now and my parents aren't ones to celebrate and honestly, I'm completely fine with that knowing that the real Christmas was actually probably a lot more fun than it is now.

By the time I got to the common room, most people were done opening their gifts and just talking as a couple of of sixth years had already yelled at them and left the room without even checking if they got any gifts. I was about to do the same since nobody would ever send me gifts, even my closest friends know that, but before I could take a step past the tree a younger student stopped me by saying,

"Aren't you going to open your present Jones?" I stopped dead in my tracks and looked ot the younger girl who was sitting on the ground and I responded with,

"I don't get presents okay? My family doesn't do Christmas like the rest of you, so they don't send anything." I started to walk again, but before I could leave they spoke again asking,

"But then who left you this one?" I turned around and saw her holding a small gift wrapped in black wrapping paper with some kind of glossy design on it that I honestly couldn't tell what it was. I gently grabbed it from her hand and sure enough, when I read who it was for, my name was on it, but there was no other name telling me who sent it. There was no way it was my parents who sent it, they would never and none of my friends would, hell even Dumbledore knows I don't do Christmas. This was strange indeed and I could tell that everyone in the room was curious so even though I wanted to throw it into the fire, I pulled myself together and opened it very carefully not to rip the paper and underneath it was a plain gray box with two latches that held it closed. I placed it down on a nearby table got ready to open it and as I looked around I saw everyone watching like it was some kind of miracle and it made me chuckle at how easily I could probably make them do things. I slowly opened the box not knowing what could it be, it could be a prank from someone, but my mind was convinced that someone was trying to be nice. When it opened there was a thin sheet of black tissue paper covering whatever was inside and at this point, I was starting to think that it was some kind of jewelry. As I pulled it away everyone seemed to move closer to get a good look so I stopped and said to them,

"Seriously? you don't see me pecking over all of your shoulders when you open something." They all gave a guilty look and went back to their things and started to talk with each other as I opened it without having anyone look at what I got. At the bottom of the box was a lace black choker. At first, I had no idea who could've sent me this gift, but it was obvious after looking at the book that was underneath the choker. The only two people who could've given me an advanced book on potions that weren't taught at Hogwarts were either Dumbledore or Snape. Dumbledore wouldn't just give me this unless I showed a lot of interest in the topic, so that leaves the only person who could've given these things to me which was Snape. We had talked about potions on the way back to the castle and about how I wanted to learn about more potions so it was very clear that he had sent me this gift. The only question is how did he get his hands on this kind of accessory so quickly? He couldn't have been planning on giving this to me weeks before could he? And if he did intend on giving it to me, why? He had never really spoken to me besides telling me my potions were either shit or kind of okay in class. Yesterday was the only time we had talked and we were tipsy off our asses until I started that fight. I couldn't wrap my head around it so I closed the box and put the book on my shelf and threw on my new choker. I knew that it was too early for Christmas breakfast to start, but I had nothing better to do so I threw Snape's cloak on finally not really caring about what people might think and made my way to the Great Hall. Walking through the halls I knew that Filch was probably walking around with Ms. Norris so I had to be careful that he didn't catch me since I wasn't in the mood to deal with him.

As soon as I made it to the Hall there were a couple house elves who were getting ready for breakfast and didn't seem to be bothered by me. I took a seat down right close to the teachers' table and waited for everyone else to get here. After about half an hour most of the teachers had arrived and were watching the small number of students arriving in the Hall probably holding their new presents with them. Right before Dumbledore was about to make his usual Christmas speech Snape came through the back staff door right by his spot and sat down waiting for Dumbledore like the rest of us. Naturally, most students knew that it was him and didn't look up, but for some reason I did and almost right away as he was sitting down we made eye contact, at this point I was gently playing with my gift around my throat which he got me and I guess me touching it brought his attention to the fact that I was wearing it. Not only did I realize that, but I noticed he had a different cloak on today and I was trying hard to remember why and then I felt like a complete idiot wearing his normal cloak that people would probably notice was missing from him and on me. I knew that most people probably just thought I might have had a change in style today, but some people weren't that easy to shoo off, mainly people who didn't like me aka the whole Ravenclaw house.

After a few seconds of me lost in my thoughts I realized that we were still looking at each other and Snape was clearly paying attention to the fact that I still had his cloak on and was wearing it out public. He probably thought that I might be trying to make a scene, but before he could show panic on his face Dumbledore tapped on his glass and was looking right at me and smiled at me. He wasn't that daft so he probably right away noticed the cloak and the fact that it wasn't mine, considering that it was huge on me. I dropped my head trying not to look suspicious about anything and started to play with my choker again clearly that had to be a sign that I was nervous about something, I did that a lot. As Dumbledore spoke I was focused on trying not to make eye contact with him or Snape which was kind of hard, to be honest. I don't think that there is a way to explain how cornered I felt in that moment even though it was the biggest room in the whole school, I felt like everyone was watching me and for once, being a popular student was not fun. My heart started to race and I wasn't sure that my nerves were the problem, but rather the fact that I needed to get out of there. I scanned the room again and locked eyes with Snape, I didn't want to, but it felt like someone was holding my head in his direction and keeping me focused on him. I tried to break free, but I couldn't I knew that this wasn't just me being me, someone was in my head, I could feel them poking around trying to get into my main thoughts. To my surprise, they were very strong and everything around me seemed to fade out like it was only me and my thoughts in the world. I couldn't keep them out forever so I decided if they wanted to hurt me they couldn't get away with it while I was surrounded by people so I let them in. When they were in nothing happened. My body wasn't moving, on its own, I only heard the breathing of someone else which was weird, but then I heard a faint, deep voice ask me,

"Are you alright? You look hyper pale?" I was beyond confused and then decided if they only wanted to ask questions they didn't need to be in my mind so I attacked them with walls to close them off and to my surprise, again, they didn't fight. I blinked my eyes a bit as Dumbledore's voice started to fade back as he spoke the last few words of his speech, everything felt weird at the moment afterwards. I was still looking at Snape who's expression seemed soft, but then as quickly as I saw it, he was back to his normal grumpy self. I took my eyes away from him feeling very odd after that, not really knowing what to do, but eat my food and get out of there. I was still feeling nervous and when I went to grab a piece of toast, I noticed that whoever was talking to me was right. My skin looked like someone just poured bleach all over me, but I didn't let it phase me. I got some food into me and left the Great Hall as soon as I was done, not waiting for any of my friends to follow me. For the next few hours, things felt weird to me and I felt like every time I was outside of my common room someone was trying to get back in my head which kinda freaked me out because no students can use Occlumency so it had to have been an adult, but no teacher in their right mind would do that and also I doubt any teachers are actually as good as this person was, so maybe it was someone who isn't meant to be in the school. That got me worried and I decided that it was probably for the best to let Dumbledore know. He was probably in his office, but just to make sure that I didn't disturb him if he was busy I just decided to send him a letter. It was a very quick one that got straight to the point and wasn't too long.

I wrapped the parchment in a ribbon-like string and gave it to my owl, Honey. She's a tiny barn owl and seems to like to follow me around almost everywhere I go which is nice. I told her to bring it to Dumbledore right away and she flew off my arm and went looking for him. I, on the other hand, decided that it would probably not be a good idea to go back to the Hogshead after yesterday so I decided to go get that book Snape got me and read it outside of the common room so I was away from the lonely first years who only stayed in the common room besides for classes and meals. After finding a good spot against the wall I started to invest my thoughts into the fact about some of the potions that were written in the book. After good 20 minutes into reading about Garrotting Gas, a potion the induces choking and possibly suffocates the taker.

"Damn, that sounds like my kind of potion." Almost right after that Snape happened to walk by and notice that I was reading from his book. He stopped in front of me and watched me as I read before I looked up once I noticed he was there. I smiled at him and he then asked me,

"I see that you're enjoying the gifts I gave you. Which one seems to have caught your eye?"

"The Garrotting Gas, I feel like it's probably something I would use even though I would probably get caught using it, but whatever." He smirked a little bit and waved for me to follow him to his class. I brought the book with me and walked into the classroom after him and placed the book down at my normal desk. Snape went back into the ingredients room so I got the pot ready for potion brewing and soon enough he came out with arms full of different things, some I hadn't seen before which was a little odd. He placed them down in order of use and wrote down the steps on the board which he moved to be in front of me. He then added a small amount of water and slowly started adding the ingredients and preparing them for the potion all while talking and letting me know what things not to do while making this potion like walking away from it. It wasn't one of those potions that need to boil for a while, it was a quick to make potion that could go wrong very quickly if you aren't paying attention.

As he was teaching me about it I was writing down things he told me to remember and as I watched him things seemed to be really nice at the moment. Just him and I brewing a potion that probably could kill us if one thing went wrong. I liked this a lot more than normal class since he is normally yelling at someone, but right now he was being really calm and talked in a very soft voice which I don't think anybody here has heard before. It made me smile at the fact that he was probably happy to teach me something and was happy to see that someone else was just as invested in potions as he was. He seemed to be very focused on the potion at the moment where I had taken a step back and just watched him stir all the ingredients together. At the moment everything seemed to slow down again and fade away just like when that person was in my mind, this time I was calm and didn't even fight back when they got in my head, I just simply asked,

"What do you want?" There was some silence before I heard the voice again this time a lot louder and closer than I thought it was going to be and the voice that I heard in my head made me jump back a bit.

"You seem to be lost in thought," Severus said in my mind. Soon I found my breathing picking up again just like when he did it before, but he tried to calm me down.

"I was shocked to see that you had a natural talent in Occlmency, most students can't do that." I was still acting dumbfounded as he spoke and I think he realized because he then left my mind without saying anything and turned around in front of me just to look at me. I tried not to look so shocked, but it was kind of hard not to when I thought that it was someone bad who was getting into my head when really it was just Severus trying to find the source of the other person who was emitting their talent that I'm sure he had too.

"Are you going to watch me finish the potion?" He said in his soft voice again sounding very different from in my head which caught me a little off guard. I walked closer to him and said,

"Oh, yea." I stood beside him as he finished the potion, but it was hard to stay focused with what just happened. I wasn't as confused as you may think, in fact, it was kind of nice knowing that he seemed to care for me, but then again it was strange. Severus doesn't care for students so either someone is pretending to be him or something extra strange is going on here. I wasn't going to push it, but I knew that Dumbledore could've asked him to be nice to me for something. Then I remembered something Dumbledore told me a couple ago.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, was anything in the letter really that important to call us both here?" He raised an eyebrow at me and then smiled as he said,

"Yes, everything in the letter has a great deal to Professor Snape, and I think it is best if you try not to push it out of him. Getting any kind of information out of him unless he trusts you is not easy and can end badly. If he wishes to tell you, it will take some time since I already seemed to have messed up this chance to tell you."

Almost right away it seemed to click with me. Severus was probably trying to tell me something important, maybe about himself or about me, but it wasn't clear at this moment what it would be, but I had a feeling that this was a step closer to what he wanted to tell me. We then put the potion into bottle and as he was cleaning up he asked me to put them away on the top shelf on the right near the other small potion bottle. As I opened the door and climbed up the ladder it became very clear that I had no idea what I was doing.

"Top shelf on the right. Okay, well this is the top shelf on the right, but I don't see any other bottles." After looking for a couple of minutes I think I had found what I was looking for, but it was so far away I thought that I might fall. I honestly probably missed judging the distance and moved onto the far side of the ladder step, stretched out to place it, but the ladder wasn't completely bolted onto the top of the shelf and I lost my balance. For a second I thought that maybe I could just easily center my weight so I could balance, but I was wrong. My foot slipped and I was falling from the highest part of the ladder. I let out a small screeched but found myself not on the hard floor, but in someone's arms. Not to my surprise Severus was the one who caught me and had a smile on his face when I looked at him, he said to me,

"I knew something was wrong when it started to take you more than a couple minutes to put them away." I could feel my face become very flush and there was no way that I could hide it from him. I knew that he was watching me even when I wasn't looking and I was a little shocked as to why he still had me in his arms bridal style and I think that he noticed and walked out of the closet doorway to set me down in front of his desk. Once he did he pulled his hands away from me pretty quickly and put them in his pockets, I knew that he would hate to hear this, but he definitively turned a bit pink at the cheeks. He leaned in towards me, but only to grab the book he had gifted me that was on my left. As he was leaning though I could smell this cologne and it was something that I probably would have found attractive on a guy and... wait did I really just say that? Ugh, what is happening to me?

Once he moved away from me my thoughts were back to normal, but I could tell that he weren't. He seemed to be lost looking at my face. He then locked eyes with me and for a few seconds nothing happened, then he moved a fraction closer and everything seemed to become sharper, the iris' of his eyes lit up with colour, I could sense his body heat, and the stitches of his robes became more detailed. My heart rate seemed to slow with everything around me and I found myself drawn to his lips more than anything and it looked like he was drawn to mine. Within a few seconds, we both seemed to move closer causing our lips to collide. It was almost like I had just jumped off a cliff and was still falling, all my thoughts seemed to close around this one moment. Soon he brought his right hand up to my cheek and hid a few fingers behind my ear drawing me ever so closer to him. I then found my body jolt with energy and soon my hands shot up to grab his hair. He pushed more passionately against my lips causing me to let out a small groan and then picked me up with his strong arms to then set me down onto his desk basically throwing the book away. My heart rate got faster and it seemed as though everything in the world had stopped and it was just him and I again. Nothing mattered more than this one moment. He then placed his hands on my hips and then both of my hands ended up placed on his shoulders gripping at his clothes trying to get him as close to me as possible. Everything started to get more intense and Severus started to get rough with me, but honestly, with me pulling at his hair, I was happy to have his lips crash violently against mine. Soon we had both run out of breath and he placed both of his hands on either side of me as I kept mine around his neck gently resting there as we took in some heavy breaths. He leaned his forehead against mine for a bit until he said,

"I don't think I've ever been this excited in a long time." I took in some deep breathes and decided that teasing him might be fun.

"I don't think anyone else could make me this excited," I said with a smirk planted on my face and grabbing his hips moving him closer to me. He smirked back at me and said back to me,

"I'm glad you like my gift." He placed his hand over the choker, moved my head back so my neck was exposed and was about to put press his lips on my neck when we heard someone slowly opening the door. I hopped down off of his desk quicker than I think I've ever moved out of the way of a rogue blugder. Madam Pomfrey slowly came through the door peeking her head in to see if anyone was in the room and as soon as she saw me she came into the room.

"Sorry if I interrupted your detention, but I was wondering, Severus, do you have any extra fairy wings?" He cleared this throat and before he could say anything I took that as my queue to go.

"Well, I think it's past my detention time, and Dumbledore said he wanted to see me around before lunch so I better head up there. Thanks for keeping me captive for a couple of hours Snape. Peace." I walked out of the classroom holding up my fingers in a peace sign and closed the door behind me. I let out a long sigh and leaned against the door trying to calm my nerves about what just happened. Then I decided maybe it was time to head back to my dorm and take a nap. I knew that what just happened with Severus wouldn't be the only time. I bet that over the next few days we would be seeing each other a lot more and I knew that he was going to try and get into my head more and more often, hopefully not distancing himself from me.

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She is dying either way Part 2

Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles, Theo, Derek, Mellisa, Scott, Liam, Hayden, the Dread doctors, Kira, Allison

Pairing: Stiles Stelinski/ Theo Reaken X Reader Argent

Summary: Being Allisons big sister you swore to protect her. Always. After she died by the hands of an Oni you start blaming yourself for it. Separating yourself from the pack you throw yourself in fights you know you can’t handle. Becoming a stranger to your friends fighting the supernatural alone. A human against the creatures of the night.

One night you find yourself fighting for your life, ending up nearly killed and in a coma. Waking up left you with severe amnesia. Not even remembering your own name. The pack changes your last name so you can start over. Keeping their distance to protect you from a far. Theo take advantages of the situation and grows close to you. Betraying you, leaving you vulnerable.

Warnings: none so far. But it would be nice to know that the story isn’t at all accurate with the shows time line from season 3.

Word count: chapter word count: 3,992                     total word count 10,370

read part 1: here 

As the school year progressed, I was no longer the centre of attention, yet Stiles and his friends kept feeling weird when we were in the same room. And in a school that goes quickly if you have almost every lesson together.

As he was walking through the halls of Beacon Hills High, his eyes laid on my walking figure. Walking next to me was non-other than Theo Raeken, the boy who stuck around when everyone else was avoiding me. ''I can't stand the sight of these two together.'' said Stiles trough gritted teeth. ''It's for the best and you know it.'' Scott, one of Stiles friends, said gloomily.

Stiles head fell and he sighed. ''I know, but it still hurts. It should have been my hand she is holding, I should've been the one to make her laugh, I should've been the one where Theo now stands.'' The both of them stood still and looked where Theo and I were standing, one leaning against the lockers while the other grabbed their books.

Scott laid a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder. ''Maybe one day you can be.'' his words weren't all that reassuring as his gesture. ''It just kills me, knowing I can't be around her when she needs me.'' even for them it hasn't been simple the last couple of months. Making a decision like that could not have been easy.

Knowing what had really happened that night of my so-called accident was their burden to carry, something they had to try to live with.

Walking hand in hand we made our way towards the library to study. Having a free period in the middle of the day sucked. We couldn't leave and skipping school wasn't an option for me. ''Are you sure you don't want to get out of here?'' Theo asked teasingly, knowing very well I can't. ''I am sure.'' I said as I closed my book and placed it in front of me on the table. ''But we do can take a break.'' we had been studying for a while now. My legs felt num from sitting al day. ''What do you have in mind, darling.'' he let the last word roll over his tongue and looked at me whit lust full eyes.

Since a couple of weeks ago he started to call me darling every so often and it made my heart skip a beat of two.  A pit formed in my stomach and lost my ability to speak. ''Well spill it, miss rebel.'' Whit a chuckle he looked at me. ''Let's go for a walk.'' packing my stuff I looked over to Theo who looked at me dumbfounded. ''Well, you coming or not.'' I threw my backpack over my shoulder and made my way towards the exit.

In a hurry Theo shoved everything in his own backpack and hurried after me. ''Show me the way.'' He said as he caught up with me. It was a five-minute walk to the woods behind the school. ''Should I be worried that you bring me to the woods?'' I laughed at his remark. ''Maybe you should.'' I winked at him.

His fingers found mine and intertwined. ''I just needed to get out, clear my mind.'' We stroll through the forest at a slow pace. ''Still a lot on your mind?'' Theo asked worried. ''Its just that I experience these vivid memories, but they are just outside of reach. A clouded image in the far back of my mind.'' it felt like I was starting to remember things and people from before my accident. Trying to fill a void whit information I don't have.

We found a bench along the forest path. It was a perfect spot to sit and talk. ''It's like a deja fu, but the moment it pops up in my head it's gone to.'' I scooted closer to his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

I felt his arm reach around me and placed on my shoulder. ''You know I am here for you, I always will.''  I looked up to look him in the eyes. ''I know, and I am ever thankful for that.'' He planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

If I hadn't met Theo I don't know what my life would look like today. He made me forget about my accident, he made me forget about trying to remember who I used to be.

Time flew by if I was with him. We finished our walk and ended back up by the school. ''I will see you after class.'' Theo said and kissed my cheek before walking off. Frozen in place I touched my cheek. This was new, I didn't mind, but it was new. Maybe he liked me in the same way I had liked him for weeks now.

The bell had rung, and I was late for my class, I sprinted to the right classroom and sneaked in. ''Miss Woodlend, you are late.'' The coach, Bobby Finstock, is also our economics teachers, the very subject I am too late for.  Midway I stood still and looked at the coach. ''I am, coach, and I am sorry.'' there was no reason to deny. ''Don't let this happen again or it will be detention.'' basically he let me off with a warning. Hastily I searched for my seat.  

I sat two rows in front of Stiles and Scott who were whispering like school girls. ''I'm telling you there is something weird going on.'' Stiles whispered to Scott. ''These men in masks. Teenagers with silvery blood. They have be connected.'' Continued Stiles.

They tried so hard to conceal their whispers but with no luck. ''I thought that after Alison, we would have a break from the supernatural.'' Scott mentioned.

That name, Alison, why did it sounded so familiar. It was almost if I could hear her. Which was weird because I didn't know what her voice sounded like, or who she even was.

I tried to ignore their whispers, and follow the lesson. So lost in thought I wandered trough the halls looking for Theo. My thoughts kept going back to that name, Alison. I didn't notice Theo sneaking up from behind. As he reached for my hand I tackled him out of instinct, something I didn't know I could. ''Oh my god. Theo, I am so sorry.'' I helped him get back up. Shocked he looked at me. ''I didn't know you could do that.'' he awkwardly chuckled. ''Neither did I.''

I told Theo about what I heard Stiles say, I did let out a few things, so I didn't sound all to crazy. ''I need to find out who she was or is.'' He couldn't comprehend. ''Why?'' he asked. ''Because I think I knew her.'' It sounded crazy but I needed to know. ''But what makes you think she was a student here?'' what he just told me got me thinking. ''You are right, maybe she was from out of town, I'm over reacting.''  A wave of disappointment washed over me. Not of what Theo told me but because I was getting obsessive again.

One more class and we were done for the day, PE. We headed to the locker rooms to get changed. Every one who was on the lacrosse team had training and everyone else had to do laps around the field.

Minding my own business, I got changed and walked out to the field. The guys from the lacrosse team where are ready on the field, playing a match. Theo wasn't on the team, so he had to run laps too. ''Woodlend, why aren't you running?'' The coach yelled. He startled me and I didn't know how to respond other than by running.

At a slow pace I jogged my first lap, not wanting to drain my energy. I shot everyone and everything out and let my legs lead me over the grass. Passing by fellow students once, then for a second time. I wasn't necessary faster than them I lasted longer. It surprised me that I could run almost a marathon so short after my release from the hospital.

Lost in thoughts I ignored my pains and kept running until my sight went blurry. Realizing what was happening I stopped, my breathing was uneven and heavy. Leaning against a tree I tried to even my breaths, closing my eyes I counted the pauses between my breaths.  

I knew what to do in a situation like this, I had this before. But I don't think I was running for fun then, I think I was running for my life.

To prevent from panic filling my body, I sat down at the ground. Starting to remember things from my past didn't help at all with my current situation. Failing in keeping myself calm I ended up in a panic attack.

Someone came to a hold in front of me and tried to talk me out of it but without use. I could neither see them nor hear them. All I could feel were two hands cupping my face and a pair of lips pressed to mine.

A warmth washed over me that flooded away the darkness that was surrounding me. Feeling the person pull away I opened my recently closed eyes and looked into the ones of Theo. ''I needed to make you think of something else other than your panic attack, so I kissed you.'' he said carefully. All I could do was smile. ''I need you in my life more than I like to admit.'' I said whit out thinking.

It shocked him. Never had he thought that I would think about him in such way. When he didn't react I started to regret what I just had said. ''I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.'' Quickly I got up to finish my laps. Theo stood up just as fast, if not faster. ''I am glad you said that.'' He walked towards me and hold my hand. ''Because I need you too in mine.'' and with that he kissed me again and that was the start of something new.  

As we kissed, we didn't know people were looking. Stiles looked at us from the lacrosse field, out of anger he threw his lacrosse stick on the ground and grunted. His helmet and gloves soon followed his stick on the ground. Ignoring the shouting of the coach he walked towards the locker rooms. ''Stilinski! Where do you think you are going!'' The coach screamed as loud as he could and his vein on his forehead nearly popped from anger.

Scott followed his gaze and didn't understand what was going on. ''I will talk to him, coach.'' he said as he walked after Stiles. ''What was that out there?'' he faced an angry Stiles. ''You obviously didn't see, didn't you.'' It took him everything in him not to scream. ''No.'' Scott said curtly. ''You don't know how angry it makes me, to see MY girlfriend kissing that traitor.'' Stiles was nearly if not already in tears. ''What?'' Scott did indeed not understand. ''I saw Y/N kiss Theo, the very person we I suspect of being the cause of whatever is going on around here.'' Lost of words Scott looked at his best friend.

It was only Stiles that didn't trust Theo, and not only because he just kissed his girl friend but also because he thinks that that is not the real Theo. Scott on the other hand, didn't have a problem with him. He was just like him, a werewolf, only he was looking for a pack.

The last couple of weeks Theo did help Scott and his pack to figure out what was going on in the town of Beacon Hills. There were these creatures that called themselves the Dread doctors. What they wanted was jet a mystery.

Everyone tried to play it cool and pretend they didn't know me that well when Theo was around. Theo didn't need to know what had happened to me.

In the last few months there was a tension in the air, so thick you could almost see it. Teenagers were missing, others were found dead. Police said they were a victim of an animal attack.

Also in the last months my nightmares came back. Only this time I remembered everything. Shadowy figures with Japanese masks, people with fangs and claws and a girl. She was the only thing I could not remember.

The dreams scared me because sometimes didn't seem like dreams but reality. Walking trough school I looked for Theo, normally he would wait by my locker but the only who was waiting for me was Stiles. ''Move.'' I scoffed at him. ''Please, listen.'' He begged me. With a sigh I looked at him. ''You have one minute.'' I looked at him annoyed.

Why out all of a sudden wanted he to talk to me. ''Stay away from Theo, he is not who he says he is.'' Anger filled my veins. ''Excuse you?'' I blurred out. ''Y/N. Please, trust me.'' trust him, after what he just said. ''I don't have to trust you at all. Theo is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me and why do you all of a sudden care about my well-being.'' my words hurt him, he didn't blame me though, because I didn't remember us.

With hurt filled eyes he left. Waiting for a little longer I searched for Theo, but little did I knew why he wasn't here.  Theo was with the very same men that haunted the town these days.

Not wanting to get late to class, so I left.  On my way I texted him with where he was. For hours, I didn't get a response, it annoyed me but I wasn't worried. At lunch, I did get a text back. ''Sorry, car trouble be there to pick you up though.'' Ending with a kiss emoji.

Without my best friend around the day went by so slowly. After school, I waited in the library for Theo to show up. While I waited I received another text from him that he would be running late. I could have left but I decided to stay and wait, after all I had a lot of homework to do.

School ended at four thirty and Theo texted that he was here at six. I didn't realize it was already so late. Packing my stuff in the deserted library I felt like I was being watched. Trying to keep my calm I finished packing and got out of there.

Making my way towards the exit I heard this mechanical noise. Clicking and clanging of metal gears releasing gas. Walking faster and gripping my backpack I made it to the exit of the library.  

Outside there were three people standing, they look like they came from a carnival. I stood still and looked at them not knowing what to do. They didn't spoke a word. Trying to back away from them I waddled aside.

With every step I took backwards they stepped closer. The moment I realized I was cornered, I made a run for it. Trying to reach for the school. Once inside I took out my phone and called Theo. ''Pick up, pick up!'' It looked like for ever for him to pick up. ''I know, I am late and you have all the right to be,'' Finally he had picked up but I didn't let him finish. ''Please hurry, I am scared, there are these three people. I don't know what they want.'' Looking for a hiding spot I tried to keep as quite as I possible could.

He knew immediately who I was talking about. ''Hide, I am five minutes away.'' Fear was present in his voice. I did what he told me and hide.

Out of all the places I could hide I choose the locker rooms. Carefully I placed my bag in one of the lockers and kept only my phone in hand. I could hear them closing in on me, but they were not the only one. I could hear another pair of footsteps.

Shadows were walking by the door. Holding my breath, hoping they would pass. My hands were trembling with fear. I felt my phone buzz in my hands. I looked at it and saw a text from Theo. ''I'm here, at the parking lot.'' I could make it. I bet I knew the school better than them. Typing back to him was difficult, so I spoke one in. ''I am coming to you.'' My voice was shaky and barely a whisper.

Opening the door, so I could peek into the hall. There was no one to be seen, so I made a run for it. As I was running trough the halls I heard a fight further down. The same path I needed to take.

Going against my better judgment, I ran along and saw a girl, my age, fighting one of the men. Once I got a better look at her I realised I knew her, we had some classes together. I believed her name was Kira. She was handling a katana like it was a part of her.

There was no way I could pass them. For a brief second she was distracted by my appearance. ''Get out of here now!'' she yelled at me, but got hit in the process. She flew backwards and her katana fell to the ground.

The masked man kicked the sword away and it glided over the ground. It ended up by the lockers just outside my reach. He grabbed her by the neck and held her up. Before I knew what I was doing I picked up the sword and walked closer to them, ready to fight.

I lashed out to him and hit his arm. He let go of Kira, who fell to the ground with a loud thud. I kicked him so hard he trembled backwards. It left a gap between him and us, so I could stand in front of Kira.

The man was recovered and fought back. Fighting with a sword felt like second nature, I knew how to hold it, how to lash out and how to protect myself from harms way.  ''Remarkable.'' said the man in a static voice.

In the fight I had lost my phone. Theo had called for the hundredth time but without answer. At this very moment he was making his way into the school looking for me. ''Y/N!'' I heard him call. ''Theo!'' I called back as I duck from a counter attack.  

Theo came running around the counter and saw me fighting. ''Not her!'' He yelled and lashed out with what looked like claws. His eyes looked like they were glowing a bright yellow.

I hurt Kira standing up. ''Where did you learn to fight like that?'' I gave her back her sword. ''I don't know. But it explains some scars.'' I joked and she let out a painful laugh too.  

As Theo was fighting, Kira grabbed my arm en pulled me away. ''We need to go.'' Together we run towards the parking lot. ''What about Theo?'' I asked once we were outside. ''He can take care of himself, trust me.'' I looked at the school, hoping he would walk out any minute now.

Inside Theo was still fighting. ''Like you said, her condition is perfect.'' the masked man said. ''You can take anyone but her.'' his plans had changed, at first he wanted to give me up, but he cares too much now. ''But you said,'' Theo didn't let him finish. ''I know what I said, but you can't have her!'' what he never expected, was falling in love.

Apparently the man had enough of Theo and disappear into thin air. Left alone in the hall Theo took a second to breath and then ran outside.  Kira had led me to a blue pick-up truck that looked like it had his best years. ''We can bring you home.'' Kira said opening the door. ''We?'' I asked. Looking into the car I saw Scott and Stiles. ''Oh hell no.'' I said backing away from the car.

Both Scott and Stiles stepped out of the truck. Kira walked closer to me after signing to the boys to stay put. ''Please, we need to get out of here, those men could come back any minute.'' she tried to persuade me, but without success. ''I am not leaving Theo even tough he scared the living shit out of me back there.'' thinking back to his appearance.

After hearing that Stiles jumped out the car fully. ''What did he do?'' he sounded concerned. ''None of your business.'' I scoffed at him.  ''It is. But you don't,'' I cut him of. ''But I don't what? Remember?!'' I had it with this amnesia. ''Yes.'' He said softly. I shook my head and walked back to the school.

Half-way trough the parking lot I saw Theo exit the school. Once he led eyes on me he started sprinting to me. Hugging me so tight I couldn't breathe. Reality hit me and pulled away from him. ''What was that in there?!'' I half shouted, attracting the others' attention. ''You had claws,'' I held up is hands to see them. ''fangs and glowing eyes.'' I was shaking with adrenaline and fear.

He looked over my shoulder to look at Scott who was shaking his head. ''I don't want to lie or hide anything from you any more.'' Confused was written all over my face. ''Then don't.'' Taking a deep breath he searched for the right words. ''I am a werewolf.''

My mind couldn't process, obvious it was a lie because werewolves didn't excist and yet I wanted to believe him. ''Don't lie to me, tell me the truth Theo.'' I needed him to tell me he wasn't lying. ''I am not lying.'' I was looking for the truth in his eyes and that is what I found.

His eyes glowed the same yellow as it did inside the school. His whole face changed, he grew fangs, claws and more facial hair. ''Please don't be afraid or angry.'' Turning back to normal I still looked at him, not knowing how to feel.

With my hands in my hair I turned around, looked at the others saw a very angry Scott and then back at Theo. ''Theo why did you tell her!'' Scott sounded angry. ''Because I am done lying to her.'' All he wanted to do was protect me from the same men he agreed to lead me to them.

There were so many things I didn't know about and neither did Scott. ''He is the only one honest towards me, you all choose to ignore me or make me feel worse. We are going.'' I took Theo's hand and walked to his car. ''We do need to talk though.'' I said once we were in the car. ''Of course.'' He gave me a warm smile.

We had our issues to talk out. But that didn't make me like him less. The tension between Theo and Scott and his friends was thick. Even they had to put their difference aside to work together and being honest. The only reason why they would do that was because my life depended on it.  

One night, a couple of days after the school incident, they came to my house. The masked men took me from my home and brought me to their lair. The moment of the abduction happened so fast.

One moment I was sleeping and the next I was awoken by the same mechanical noise.  Opening my eyes I saw them hovering over my bed, they all placed a hand on me and started to pulse. My body felt weird and a second later I wasn't lying in my bed any more but on an old and dirty operation table.

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A Not So Unhappy Detention

Pairing: Snape x student!reader

Warning: Nsfw, smut, underage sex?? {as a 7th year she’d be 17 or 18???}, teacher student relationships, cursing.

Description: A naughty and risque detention with none other than everyone’s favorite potions master, Professor Snape. The reader in which has an assumed unrequited love with the professor and is wrongly dealt a detention which she unwillingly attends. But is it seen more as a reward at the end than a punishment?

A/N I'm thinking about maybe adding a chapter 2 that would be the morning after with another 'special lesson'. Leave comments if you want to give feedback and if you want the 2nd chapter. And if you could, check out my other works please~ much love, Author out~

Y/N sat alone in the classroom, awaiting the detention wrongfully given to her by Professor Snape. She hated detention and this time she had done nothing to deserve it. As Y/N began to contemplate skipping out on her detention, the classroom doors swung open. It was Snape stood in the doorway. He strutted slowly to his desk and sat down. "Miss Y/LN, ready for your detention, I see."

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest as she stalked towards the professor's desk. She ignored the fact he looked very handsome in his black attire. "I demand to know what grounds you have to give me this detention, Severus." She insisted, glaring at him intensely as she leaned over his desk. She had long since called him by his first name and it seemed like all seven of her years at Hogwarts, her potions master had always been giving her a hard time, catching her at every rule she broke, criticizing her work, even when done right. She absolutely hated him. But then again, she absolutely loved him.

A smug smile crept across his face. He loved her defiance. "Over the course of your stay here at Hogwarts, I have been overly criticizing, strict and even unfair toward you, Miss Y/LN. I have brought you here to explain my reasoning. All the detentions I gave you, you didn't deserve. So why did I give them to you every time the opportunity arose? Simple. To observe you. And my suspicion has been confirmed. To that end I say, I fully return your feelings, Y/N."

She was confused a moment. Completely bewildered, Y/N blinked, dropping her angry expression and gaining a stupefied one instead. "Y-You return my...feelings?" She asked, still leaning on her hands on his desk. Unsure as to whether the feelings he were talking about were the romantic ones she felt, Y/N wasn't about to risk that not being it. "C-Could you be more elaborate p-please?" She questioned, plopping onto the desk beneath her, still looking bewildered.

Snape stood and slowly approached her as he spoke, "Come now. We both know how you feel about me. I would go so far as to say that you love me. I have learned a great deal about your personality over the past seven years. And whenever someone makes a false accusation of you, you become very angry. I can confidently say that I am right in stating that you love me. If I were wrong, you would not be in the apparently confused state you are in now. You would be outraged if I were wrong. So will you come out and say it? This is, after all, your last year here. You may never get this chance again."

Y/N was standing now and began to back up. His voice, so deep and calming made her body tremble and her mind go fuzzy. She just wanted to listen to him talk all day. That was party why it seemed like she paid so much attention in class, because she was so engrossed in the deep hum of his voice. "I-I." Suddenly Y/N was at a loss for words. Was he simply playing with her heart? Y/N realized that she had backed herself up against a wall. Literally. She blushed at the position she was in, palms flat against the cold stone, shoulders raised, and cheeks flushed baby pink. Snape placed one hand against the wall behind her and the other hand under her chin. He gently pulled her head up so that looked at each other face to face. Suddenly he lurched forward as if to kiss her, but stopped only centimeters away from her lips.'Oh the teasing of this man.' "If you want it, and I know you do, it's right here. Take it." Y/N's breath came out soft and gentle. With eyes half closed she looked at him, suddenly feeling helpless, she succumbed to him. This is always how she felt around him and so, suddenly she leapt forwards, clutching fist fulls of his black robes, and praying he was truly genuine about what he was saying and doing, Y/N took a risk and crashed her lips to his.

Snape felt a rush of satisfaction as he kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Snape pushed her at arm's length back against the wall behind her. Slowly, he moved a hand to her shoulder and began to side off her robe.

Y/N stopped him gently, breathing hard. "Severus, w-what are we doing?" She asked, looking at him worriedly. "Isn't this what you want? To have me? That's what I want. I want you in return." responded Snape. He paused, waiting for her consent to this. She looked up at his sincere eyes and nodded. "Yes, I do want you." Suddenly his pace hastened and he had fully removed her robe, letting it drop to floor and pool around them on the floor. Y/N whimpered, stopping him once more. "What if someone hears us? Well...mainly me." She asks, trailing off.

"I've thought of that, so you needn't worry. I've cast a spell on the door which allows no sound to pass through. The walls are at least three feet of stone, so no one should be able to hear anything through them. But just in case, I sound proofed them as well. Any other concerns before we begin?" Snape moved his hand to her breast and gently squeezed, hoping to get a reaction as he waited for her answer. "N-Noooooo!" Y/N moaned out. Suddenly, fueled with lust and love for her potions master, Y/N leapt at him, tearing at his robes, her lips connecting to his in a searing hot kiss.

Snape helped her finish removing his robe as their passionate kiss continued. Once fully undressed himself, Snape broke off the kiss only long enough to speak, "Tell me, how long have you wanted this?" He did not wait for an answer before pulling her closer to him and kissing her again. "Ever. Since. I saw. You. That. First day. Of. Class." Y/N said between kisses. She removed her shirt, left in her bra, and the rest of her Hogwarts uniform.

Snape relieved her of her bra and stopped kissing her before responding, "Truly that long? I believe it was in your fourth year here that I began to long for you. But I had to be sure you wanted me as well. And as it turns out, you do. Ready for the 'main event' as it were?" Y/N pulled away from his kiss-swollen lips and blushed, looking down at her shoe clad feet. "I-I'm a virgin." She said softly. Snape smiled smugly, "Are you sure you want to give me something that precious? You can only give it away once." He lifted her head gently so their eyes met. "I have never been one to lie, and I don't intend to start now. I want you now more than ever. Knowing that I would be relieving you of your virginity makes it all the more desirable. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" Y/N shivered at the sound of his strong, loud, dominating voice. She nodded slowly. "I've only kept it this long because I was saving it for you, Severus." She affirmed, smiling softly. "My only request is that you be gentle with me, as it is my first time." She shyly requested, glancing down at the stone cobbled floor with a dark blush again. "Very well then. I'll try to be gentle with you." Snape kissed her quickly then led her to his cleared desk and gestured for her to lay down.  Y/N giggled at the fact she would now be losing her virginity on a desk. But that wasn't what mattered. She was losing it to someone she loved dearly. Kicking off her shoes, Y/N sat upright on the desk, leaning back on her hands. "Severus, before we um...start. I just want it to be clear...you do have...feelings for me right?" She asked, frowning slightly. Y/N was no fool, and had had her heart broken enough to know to be cautious when a man 'confessed their feelings' for her.

Snape sighed deeply and paused for a moment before answering, "Y/N.....I love you. I won't lie, I want to have physical relations with you. But that does not change the fact that I love you. In fact, I only desire physical relations with you because I love you." Snape paused to chuckle lightly to himself, "Besides...how many times have you ever seen me express any notion of love? Or any other emotion, for that matter?" Y/N smiled, and to answer his question, she lunged forward and grasped at him, pulling him into a kiss. "I believe you, Professor. Now, school me." She quipped, grinning mischievously.

As Snape laid her down and climbed atop his desk, he joked, "Well for my sake, let's keep this 'special' lesson between us." He kissed her gently, gliding his hand along the curves of her body. He smiled as she shuddered, pressing into his touch. He released her lips, pressing gentle kisses along her jawline, leading them down her neck to the swell of her breasts. He smiled when he noticed that her nipples were alert and standing up. He glanced up at her, loving the submission that was evident in her face. His eyes trailed over the rest of her body that was splayed out before him, chuckling at the sight of goosebumps and quivering thighs. "Relax love, I'm here to take care of you." He mused as he planted his lips along the slope of her chest, near her nipples. Y/N let out a shattered gasp as he pulled one between his lips, sucking gently. Snape let his hand wander lower, along the curve of her inner thigh. His fingers ghosted across her core, her body shuddered in response. "Mm, you're soaked through~" He hummed, his fingers skimming over the band of her lace panties before curling underneath and pulling it down her legs. He let them drop to the floor and lightly dragged his fingertips along her lips. She glistened with her juices as did his fingers. He began gently rubbing her clit that was now swollen with arousal. His fingertip applied gentle pressure onto the bud.

Her broken gasp echoed in the room as her hips bucked into his hand. "S-Severus~ th-that feels good~" He smiled proudly and let his hand drift down and press against her entrance. He gently prodded at it before pushing the thick digit into her. A soft moan rolled off her tongue, sending a pulse through his erection as he felt her walls flutter and clench around his finger. With how wet she was it was easy to push in and move about. He curled his finger slowly inside her, pulling it out and pushing back in slow. She whimpered and quivered under his touch, her own hands sweaty and desperately clinging to the edge of the desk. "Mmf, S-Severus..." He added another finger, scissoring and opening her up more. He continued adding fingers until he believed she was ready. He dropped down to his knees, unable to control his need for a taste. He buried his face between her legs, going at it with his tongue. He lapped up all the juices from her core, sucking on her bud gently. She moaned out loudly and attempted to clamp her thighs shut. He gripped her thighs, holding them apart, hard enough to leave slight bruises but they didn't pain her. As he continued his assault on her pussy, her hands flew into his inky black hair, desperate for release. Her back arched off of the desk, broken moans escaping her mouth along with desperate panting. He broke away with a grin, his mouth and chin covered in her juices. He stood up and leaned over her, "You taste better than pumpkin juice." He leaned down and kissed her and she kissed back eagerly, her fingers tangled in his long locks.

He dropped his pants and boxers, letting them pool around his ankles. He pumped his length a few times and flipped her skirt up so he could see her fully. He spread her legs and positioned himself above her. Remembering his promise to be gentle, he slowly pushed the head of his fully hardened cock into her warmth. Y/N bit on her bottom lip, digging her nails into the wooden desk. Taking a large deep breath, she exhaled. "Severus, go all the way in, lets get it over with." She referred to the pain that she knew would increase as he pushed inside her. Snape nodded in response and pushed the length of his manhood into her as quickly and gently he could. He held it there for a moment before beginning to slowly pump in and out of her. "Is it what you expected?"He questioned lowly. Y/N smiled slightly, breathing heavily. "That and more." She wrapped her arms around his neck gently, clinging to him as he began to pump inside her. For several more minutes her walls pounded with pain, but slowly, that pain was replaced by pleasure. Quickly, Y/N grew unsatisfied with the slow shallow thrusts Severus was giving her, and so she urged him to go harder. "Professor, f-faster." She whispered into his ear as she bucked her hips up against his.

Snape replied with grin as he began to thrust harder and with the full length of his cock. "Satisfied? Or do you want it harder?" He didn't wait for a response and took it upon himself to thrust faster. Only a moment had passed since he had asked the question, but he was impatient and wanted an answer, "Speak! Answer the question!" Y/N gasped, clinging to Severus' forearms. "Christ! Oh my God! Harder!!" She gasped, almost overwhelmed with pleasure. "Fuck! That feels good!" She cried, throwing her head back. "I was hoping you'd say something along those lines." Snape began to thrust hard and fast, breaching the capability of humans. He continued this bruising pace for several more minutes before slowing down and asking, "What do you say to a change of position? Have any mind that you would like to try?"

Y/N opened her eyes, her breathing rapid. "Y-Yes." She said, gently pushing the Professor off of her and out of her. She then bent herself over his desk, spreading her legs apart and looked over her shoulder at him blushing slightly. "I want doggy style." She said rather timidly

Snape smiled at her boldness. "Very well then, Y/N." He griped both of her breasts as he pushed the length of his manhood deep into her soaking pussy. He leaned over her and placed his chest over the small of her back and whispered in her ear, "Moan. Scream my name!" Y/N's eyes widened at his demand. Instantly, she screamed. "Professor! Oh God! Professor! Severus!!! Oh Christ, you're going to make me cum already!" She gasped, holding back an ear shattering scream. His hands moved down the curve of her back to grasp her hips with bruising strength. He bit his bottom lip as he watched his well endowed length disappear into her and reappear seconds later. "Fuck, you take my dick so well."

Sensing that she was reaching her end, Snape coaxed, "Go ahead. Scream as loud as you please. If you'll recall, I've ensured that no one will hear you." At that, he held nothing back and fucked her as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to make her scream even louder. Y/N bowed her head, her kiss-bruised lips parted way to release a loud, long scream of pleasure as she came, milking his shaft with her juices. "Oh God! Ohhhh.." She groaned, falling on her elbows with exhaustion, her body breaking out in a sweat and making her skin stick to the surface of the desk. Snape smiled with satisfaction, "Seeing as how you've chosen a position, I only think it fair that I choose one." Immediately after finishing his sentence, he scooped her up and pushed her back against a nearby wall and lifted her legs. Spreading her legs wide, Snape once again entered her pulsing walls. Hissing with pleasure, the girl's back clapped against the wall with his mighty thrusts. "Unh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She uttered with each thrust, burying her head in his shoulder. The over-stimulation was driving her crazy and she was nearing her second orgasm of the night. After several minutes of pummeling her pussy, Snape moaned deeply as he felt his pleasure reach a climax. "I'm going to cum!" He gave a few more harsh thrusts into her, pushing her over the edge before pulling out of her and setting her onto the ground. She immediately dropped to her knees before they gave out beneath her and pulled him into her mouth. His hands tangled into the tresses of her hair, gripping harshly.

Snape rhythmically thrusted in and out of her mouth. Unable to hold it any longer, his cock spasmed and released his hot, thick cum. Snape moaned with pleasure as his cum shot into her mouth and down her throat. Y/N closed her eyes tightly as he came, swallowing his juices, as well as some of hers. After he came she sucked gently on his cock until he gradually grew limp and then finally pulled away, sitting back on her knees and breathing heavily. "S...Severus." She whispered, and smiled, standing shakily. Snape reached for his robe as he responded, "What is it, Y/N?" He walked toward her shaking form and kissed her lightly. Y/N smiled, kissing him back. She reached for her clothes as well, slowly putting them on, but leaving her shoes off. "P-Professor, I was wondering if...maybe I, mean...since it's the weekend, I could stay with you tonight?" She asked softly. Donning his black robe, he answered, "Well I hadn't planned on that....but I don't see why not. I would be glad to have you in for the night. And perhaps in the morning we can continue with your, 'special lesson'." Y/N smiled and squealed, wrapping her arms around Snape's middle and burying her face in his chest. "Mm you look so good I could almost take those clothes right off you." She quipped, smirking.

"I could say the same about you, Y/N." cooed Snape as he hugged her back. "But we must get going," he continued, "Your hour of detention was up 10 minutes ago and we can't be seen together. You leave first, I'll be out shortly." Y/N looked at the door worriedly. "W-well when can I see you?" She asked, clinging closer to him. "I'll meet you in the grand hall. From there we can retire to my chamber. After all, I look forward to staying with you tonight." A grin crept across his face and he kissed her puckered lips once more, "Hurry along now. Someone might get suspicious if you stay too long" Y/N nodded and surged forward, crashing her lips to the Professor's in a deep passionate embrace. "Alright, professor." She mused, sashaying towards the door. She hesitated before opening it, she looked over her shoulder with a sweet smile, "I...I love you." She whispered with a meek smile before putting on a bored, angry face for the crowd and walked out of Snape's classroom and out of the dungeon.

[slytherin-days]

The Wrong Time - Snape X Student Fanfic

Hey, 

PLEASE READ, I PROMISE YOU WON’T REGRET IT ☺

After a long break I’m back on this blog and I’ve decided to resume my hobby for writing fics hahah. Here is one of my lasts. I hope you like it and please, if that’s the case, support me and let me know if you want me to write and upload other ones. Enjoy. ☺

PD: English is not my language, so I’ve tried my best writing it. It is also good for me to practise hahah. <3

You were walking through the long corridor, wand in hand illuminating all in order to not falling on the floor. You were quiet and extremely carefully, trying not to make any noise to avoid someone getting up and catching you. You knew you were close, something must be in the other side of  that door. Something that will change the meaning of everything forever. Lots of those questions that have been tormenting you for all these years will finally have an answer.

You keep walking, fast but quiet. You hear a noise. Steps. Someone is walking, and is very close to you. You ran behind a big column trying to hide from "that noise", and turned off the light your wand was giving. You stay there, frozen, even trying not to make noise while you breathe. Steps sound quite far from you now. You finally calm down and decide to continue your work. You keep on walking through the corridor, this time without light, trying to be more discreet. You walk next to the wall with a hand on it to make sure you don't loose your way or hit something. Your hand arrives to the end of the wall, then you must turn right or go straight on. You hear steps again. They sound like if they were in that corridor. You stay there and take out your head to, with the little moon light going through the window, you look at the end of the corridor. You saw nothing, also the steps are gone again. You calm down and turn around. Then it happens.

You are blinded by a strong light. You close your eyes for a moment trying to recover and try to run away from there.

-Not so fast, Ms. Y/N... I supposed it was you.

You felt how someone grabs your arm. You know that voice.

- Professor Snape... - you say as you open your eyes.

- What are you doing this time prowling the corridors so late in the night. And you better have a good excuse.

- I was just... hmmm... I couldn't sleep and  went for a little walk...

- Don't lie to me!- Snape said in a rude tone, as he leans you against the wall and presses his wand to your cheek. - It's already been too many times I find you at the wrong place in the wrong time.

- I'm sorry Professor Snape, it won't happen again- you say trying to make him let you go as you move your arm, which was grabbed by Snape.

- You damn incompetent... Do you really think I'm going to believe any word out of that... Apparently good girl's little mouth? - He slowly moves his wand through you cheek, arriving to your lips. You could feel his dark eyes staring at you.

- That's annoying Professor! - You say as you move your head away.

- Silence! You know what happens to those ones that break the rules? You know what happens to... liars?

- Okay Professor, I'll assume my punishment as I broke the rules, I promise. I'll stay for detention. Now let me go please, you are hurting me...

Snape moved his face closer to yours. He started moving his wand down your neck, going between your breasts and going over your stomach.

- Who has spoken of detention?

He pulled you rudely and made you stay next- to him.

- You are coming with me... - He said as he made you walk, pointing your neck with his wang.

He made you walk quickly through all the corridors, having your arm grabbed to make sure you were not going to escape from him. He knew you were intelligent and astute and would try to take advantage of any of his inattentions. Suddenly he stopped in front of a wood door. He casted a spell to open it as he still had you by your arm. As soon as the door opened, he pushed you inside, came in and closed the door again with another spell. You knew that place. He had brought you to the little room where he saved his potions. You had already been there before, stealing some ingredients to make some personal potions. You tried to speak in order to have an explanation for what was happening (you already suspected what was going to happen next), but Snape did it first.

- Do not say a word! - He said as he pointed you with his wand.

You staid immobile, against the shelves full of flasks, looking at Snape with fear in your eyes, wondering what was going to happen next. He squeezed your cheeks with his hand, grabbing your face and making you look directly at his.

- Maybe with that you will learn the lesson for the next time... - And he suddenly licked your face. You could feel his tongue on your chin, going up to your lips and up until he raises your forehead. He looks at your confused face and starts kissing you roughly. You could feel how his tongue was making its way inside your mouth, how he was biting your lips. His hands started going down, touching you, going over every inch of you.  He pulled your body against his, while he kissed and licked your neck. You could feel he was getting hard. He moved his hands under your sweater, until he reached your boobs. He grabbed them with his hands and started to press them. Quickly he removes your sweater, t-shirt and bra. You stood there, half naked in front of your Professor Severus Snape. He was looking at you. You could feel pure lust in his dark eyes. Again he grabbed your boobs in his hands and started playing with them. He pinched your hard nipples with his fingers, making you moan every time he did it. You were so confused. It was feeling good. He continued touching rudely your nipples.

- You silly girl... You think you can fool me? Is better not having me as your enemy, Ms. Y/N. That's what happens if you try to laugh at me! - He put his face on your boobs and started to suck them.

You felt his tongue moving around your nipples, biteing them and sucking. You started moaning. It seems he liked that, so now he was sucking with more intensity. Suddendly he stopped. He grabbed you from your hips and turned you around. Now your were face to the shelfs, with your back a tilted forward. Then, you had him so close that you could feel his erection between your ass cheeks.

- Had you ever thought about this, Ms Y/N? Had you ever thought you'd once be my whore?

You were very shocked about what was happening, but in the end, you knew you were kind of enjoying it. The fact that Severus Snape's cock was hard because of you was making you feel so horny. He grabbed your trousers and with a curt gesture, pulled them down as well as your panties. You were there, inside a room with your Professor, naked against the shelves. You felt so vulnerable in that situation, fully exposed to Snape. He could do whatever he wanted. That situation was turning you on so much.

He slammed your ass with rudeness.

- You like me slamming your ass, don't you? You are a fucking whore...- He slammed again. You could hear the sound of his hand against your ass cheeks. It was making you moan. Suddenly you felt the tip of his fingers caressing your entrance.

- Look at this. You are already wet, Ms Y/N. It seems like you are… enjoying that as much as I am…- And he introduced one finger inside you. You let out a quiet moan, as you were feeling embarrassed but at the same time you knew Snape´s fingers felt so good inside you. He staid like that for a while, fingering you until he felt you were about to come. Then he took them out, leaving you half way.

- Turn around and get on your knees… Now – He said as he pointed you again with his wand. You immediately obeyed and found yourself laying on your knees, trying to cover your boobs with your hands, as he unzipped his trousers.

- Do not cover any inch of you, Ms. Y/N… - Then he pulled his length out. You were surprised of that. Snape had a considerable size. You looked at it with a shocked face as you bite your inner lip. You wanted to feel him inside your mouth so bad.

- I do not have all night – He said while he unbuttoned his clothes, exposing his torso. Under so many layers of cloth, Snape had a good physical shape. You took his dick in your hand and started licking the tip with your tongue, for soon, letting it all inside your mouth.

- No hands – He said as he removed them from his dick. You started moving your head from back to front, trying to put it all inside even though it was hard. He put his hand on the back of your head, pushing you in order to make it get in easier. You could feel it hit the start of your throat, making you feel as if you were about to drown with it. You retired your head when you need to breath, but he didn’t allow you to have so long breaks, soon he was putting it again inside your mouth and making you suck deeper.

When he was satisfied with your work, he caught you by your neck making you stand up right in front of him. He looked at you with his lustful black eyes.

-Let’s se how you take that inside you- he turned you around and pressed you against the shelf. You felt his dick rub against your down lips, teasing you. Snape was so close you could feel him breath behind your head.

- Please, fuck me Professor… - You said in a shy tone.

And he introduced all his length inside you. You felt how he made his way inside, making you shake and moan. He started moving slow, pulling it out slowly for next coming in again with a fast movement, but soon his pushing become faster and faster. You could hear the sound of both of your skins hitting each other.

-Is that what you wanted? Were you outside of bed looking for a big cock? – he moaned in your ear. – This is what happens to little sluts who don’t obey their teacher.

He slammed your ass again, so hard your cheeks turned red and you could feel how they burned. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that was making you crazy. The situation of being roughly fucked by the Potions Master was making you so hot you were about to come. Your breathing turned faster and deeper, your moans were louder and your legs started shaking as you had one of the hardest orgasms in your life. Of course Snape noticed that.

-Come for me like that, that’s what happens when naughty girls get fucked by real men.

He grabbed you from your hips in order to avoid you falling to the floor, and kept on fucking you with the same intensity. He had not finished with you yet. Now he caught your boobs in his hands and started playing again with your nipples. He pressed them with the tip of his fingers making you moan every time he did, for next turning you around facing him.

-Come up here - He caught you from your ass pulling you up, supporting it against one of the shelfs, and then started coming in and out of you again. He pressed his body against yours, rubbing your boobs against his chest, kissing you wildly and making you come again so hard. Then his breathing became faster.

- I’m coming bitch. Open your mouth, now! – You laid on your knees and took all his dick inside your mouth, sucking it. Soon you felt it pump and could taste all his juice inside your mouth. You sucked it until the last drop.

Snape staid there fore a moment recovering, but soon he caught your clothes and throwed them to you.

-Get dressed. Fast. – You started putting your panties and t-shirt fast but as soon as you noticed, Snape grabbed you from your face with one of his hands, pulling your face close to his, and gave you a wet kiss, for then pushing you outside of the little potion’s room and closing the door, leaving you half naked on the dark corridor.

[penumbra-rp]

Congratulations Dean, you have been accepted for the role of Rabastan Lestrange!

“Does reputation matter to you?”

“My reputation? Who do you think I am, Taylor Swift?” he questions tauntingly.

Admin Ash: Dean, from the moment we heard of your interest in Rabastan, we had a feeling he had just the vibe that would be perfect for you, and this application only proved how right we were. Rabastan is hilarious, he’s animated, he’s completely and utterly obnoxious -- just as you stated in his traits -- and I found myself cackling out loud to his antics and the numerous ridiculous things he said. Much like the gem above. He’s a proper nuisance -- wearing his place at the bottom of his graduating class like a medal and taking utter pride in spicing up any dinner party -- and I found that I adored him all the more for it. I know he’s going to give many of our Death Eaters a headache that’ll be too hard to shake. I’m so excited that you’ll be bringing our rambunctious rockstar to us! 

Please check out our checklist for joining Penumbra.

01. Out of Character

NAME: Dean

AGE: 21

YOUR BIRTHDAY: July 4th 1997

PRONOUNS: She/Her

TIMEZONE:  GMT

02. In Character

CHARACTER: Rabastan Lestrange

CHARACTER’S PRONOUNS: He/Him

FACECLAIM: Robert Sheehan

CHARACTER’S BIRTHDAY: July 29th

PERSONALITY:

+ Persuasive

+ Comical

+ Boisterous

- Argumentative

- Obnoxious

- Impressionable

BRIEF BULLET POINT BIO:

‘What a beautiful little girl you have,’ strangers would coo, easily mistaking the boy’s long dark eyelashes as a feminine feature. The compliment felt like a stab in the heart for a woman who had mothered two sons when she had spent the majority of her second pregnancy dreaming longingly for a daughter.

The minute he had said his first words, the Lestranges knew he would be nothing like their first child. Rabastan was demanding, his mother’s disinterest and father’s sternness only making him thirst more for their approval. He’d approach the world as if it were a stage and his friends and family was his audience. Every move calculated strategically as a plead for more attention, plots intertwined intricately to remove wishfully himself from his older brother’s seemingly overbearing shadow and earn his own moment in the spotlight. When that didn’t work, Rabastan turned towards misbehaving. Playing cruel tricks on Rodolphus which were reciprocated with pure disdain from the young teenager, saying inappropriate things when there were guests around and neglecting to follow any rules. There were no limits, so long as he knew it would obtain him the measliest bit of recognition.

As his troublesome ways manifested and endangered on becoming a larger problem, Rabastan was swiftly packed up and sent to a private school. One where the tuitions were sky high since there was the promise to straighten out unruly children and turn them into well-behaved future politicians and lawyers. The first couple of years, Rabastan was no stranger to disciplinary procedures. Hours upon hours spent in detention, letters sent home on numerous occasions and not to mention the extra load of homework he’d receive on the basis that he never seemed to be listening in class. Yes, within the three years of his enrolment, the youngest Lestrange was fast becoming one of the rare cases that the school couldn’t fix. Foreseeably a failure in the eyes of his teachers and his parents.

That was, of course, until they decided to place the boy in front of a piano. Fingers gliding effortlessly across ivory keys and filling the room with delicate twinkling accents. What was meant to be another amercement spun into Rabastan’s saving grace, the first time he’d receive acknowledgement for the right reasons and actually feel some contentment in what he was doing. When he’d returned home that year for the summer, his piano lessons continued. Quickly followed by learning the guitar, the violin and even the saxophone. Essentially, it was considered to be a miracle, at long last, they’d found the one thing that installed some calm into Rabastan’s relentless frenzy of a personality.

Throughout the years, Rabastan’s creativity and musical talent only appeared to flourish. Carefully written lyrics sang in perfect pitch over another one of his original guitar riffs, an angelic voice filtering through the house and reverberating a gentle symphony in the bleak hallways. But when the time came, the answer was a clean cut ‘no’ to his proposal of studying anywhere else other than the Slytherin school of Social Business. Despite his talents, his father would have sooner fallen into an early grave than see one of his son’s graduating with anything that wasn’t a business degree.  

The confinements the course held over his time to express artistic freedom entirely reignited Rabastan’s dormant compulsion to rebel. Skipping one too many classes and spending more time drinking than he ever did in the library. When it came to graduating, the life of the party and class clown unsurprisingly had barely scraped the mark. Proudly taking the place at the bottom of his class and leaving the school entirely unqualified to fulfil a role in the family business.

Rabastan had won. One last swipe of his father’s credit card was enough to book a couple of days in a recording studio and the rest, as they say, was history. Songs that he’d masterfully been pouring all of his efforts into during his studies turned to meticulously crafted pieces of art. With a pretty face and sleek style, it wasn’t long before a record label picked him up and churned him into a full-fledged rockstar. Fame and notoriety came second nature. Orchestrating publicity stunts with his PR team and spreading his own rumours were all part of the game in establishing his very own empire. It was as if Rabastan was created for this fast set lifestyle, stepping on other people’s toes so he could climb the social ladder right to the very top.

Rabastan Lestrange had become a household name. Securing a number one in the UK charts for three consecutive months and selling out venues shortly after the release of his debut album. His quick-witted opinions and outrageous interviews going viral across social media, gaining him the admiration of many and resentment of others. It wasn’t long after that, that his family name would call on his like a curse to act dutifully to another cause.

Owning one of the major organisations that formed the frameworks of the Sacred 28 meant that the Lestrange family were no strangers to the acts of Death Eaters. Regularly, it had been part of the dining room chatter that Rabastan was effectively escorted away from, untrusted with the secrets that Rodolphus’ silver tongue was so often wrapped around. That was until they’d seen an opportunity in the younger Lestrange’s childish arrogance and increasing influence he held over the public. Rabastan’s lust for trouble and manipulative discourse fit suitably within the skill sets of a Death Eater. They would use him as a middle man, putting his sweet talk and skilled bribery to good use and when that failed, he’d follow precise orders and discard of the target.

If it weren’t for Rodolphus’s involvement, Rabastan would have never of handed his loyalty to the organisation as easily as he had. Though the Dark Lord may be the ringleader, for Rabastan this went further than ranks. It was about blood. He’d never been that ideal, pristine version of the man his parents anticipated that he’d be. Dismissing controversies to the press with blatant arrogance and refusing to comment on anything associated with Lestrange Industries and the warfare it supported. This was a chance to prove himself, to his bloodline, he was one of them.

INTERVIEW:

i. How do you feel about your current occupation?

“Adoring fans that scream your name, music royalties, fancy events, groupies,” Rabastan lists off one by on his fingers before scoffing, “no, you’re right, I should really go beg my darling big brother for a space in the family business, I’d be a really sexy secretary for a businessman- I mean, picture me in a pencil skirt.” Rabastan puckers his lips at the thought, using his hand to fan himself down, “my apologies, I’m getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it.”

ii. What song would you say describes yourself?

Running a hand below his chin, he’s selecting his next words carefully. ��Hmm, now who do I hand out this chunk of free promotion to if not myself… No, really, I say I like something and the sales skyrocket the next day, I guess it’s my charm.” Reclined in his chair Rabastan springs back up once the perfect song comes to mind, “Have you ever heard of The Cheeky Girls?” his own laughter surrounds him in a pitch almost as harmonic as his singing, “In all seriousness, Club Tropicana by Wham! really just radiates my personality.”

iii. Does reputation matter to you?

“My reputation? Who do you think I am, Taylor Swift?” he questions tauntingly. “It’s been said that I’m like marmite, you love me or you hate me. Either way makes no difference to me. This is where my manager comes swanning in to warn me to play nicely with my dearest interviewer, but you know why my fans love me? It’s because I’m genuine, I’m not going to feed them all this bullshit as other singers do- that reminds me! Buy my new EP, available now on iTunes.” he punctuates with a charming wink, though his tone was sarcastic his intent is entirely serious.

iv. What is your relationship with your parents like?

“Mummy and Daddy wanted a little girl so badly, then when I turned out to be a right old diva they still weren’t impressed” He can’t fight the look of pure delight that rules his expression, even as a boy his parents distaste in his demeanour had been hugely entertaining. “Truth is I like being the black sheep of the family, it’s satisfying work for me. That and I make our dinner parties a lot more enjoyable, I inject a healthy bit of personality into the dining room conversations and stop people from falling asleep in their soup bowls, you know?… for example, bear versus shark, who would win? Obviously, it’s the bear.”

v. What languages can you speak?

“Most days I can hardly even speak English,” he declares humorously, “I speak enough French to get by thanks to private schooling. You know the basics… Voulez-vous coucher avec moi,” he’d definitely learned that from Lady Marmalade, not his expensive education.

vi. If your home was on fire and you could only save one item, what would you choose?

“The drugs- Kidding!” he’s aware that he’s yet to answer one question sincerely. “For all my beautiful fans out there, please know that I would NEVER participate in the massive consumption of cocaine, but I didn’t say anything about ecstasy.” Rabastan pauses long enough to make them feel uncomfortable, visibly revelling in the awkward silence. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’m joking, again. I don’t know what I’d save, I could easily replace anything. So maybe my wallet.”

vii. Which Hogwarts University faculty did you study at? The Gryffindor School of Applied Science, the Ravenclaw School of Humanities, the Slytherin School of Social Science, or the Hufflepuff School of Art?

His lips are pressed together in contemplation, finally a question that couldn’t be glossed over with humour or shocking statements. “The Slytherin School of Social Science,” as he answers, he gags to dramatise his disdain. “I wanted so badly to study Literature under the Ravenclaw School of Humanities, but daddy dearest was refusing to financially support me if I didn’t follow in the family’s footsteps. ‘No son of mine is walking around reading Bridget Jones’ Diary’” Whilst imitating his father’s hoarse voice, his expression changes to an unnatural dark grimace and wags his finger in the air. “-Great book, by the way. So that’s the story of how I became a Business graduate and the bottom of the class.” A nostalgic sigh pronounces itself from his lungs as he stares dreamily into the distance, “oh the glory days.”

vix. What is your social media username?

“@RabastanLestrangeMusic, that’s the one I’m meant to plug anyway, or my publicist will have me by the throat- little does she know, I’d enjoy that,” he glances over his shoulder to see if his manager is watching before looking back to them with a delighted grin, “I do have this lesser known Instagram account, @Rab_a_stan, it’s got a couple of thousand followers, I started it last week and I put really weird unfiltered shit on there- wait can I swear during this interview? I never asked, fuck.”

[kairoth]

1-7, 10, 12-15, 18-24, 28, 30, 38-46, 49-52, 60-61, 72-75, 85-92, 100, 102, 104-114, 117-120, 124-127, 129, 135-150? Do whichever you want though.

hey! done on laptop so sorry if there are any mistakes

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

♥ my mum?? i think.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

♥ definitely shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

♥ wellll soon we'll be going to see the two lil puppies i've gotta choose from and i'm excited about that!

4. Are you easy to get along with?

♥ i mean... idk?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

♥ prob not

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

♥ hhh kind people. like, attracted to as in i'd date them... same thing pretty much but also i tend to fall for more dominant people.  

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

♥ prob not lmao. no one wants to date me i'm gross

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

♥ uhh my mum. last night. sort of.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

♥ literally every song by EDEN takes up my top 50.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

♥ YEA

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

♥ i mean sometimes.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

♥ it's not summer yet but uhhhh i'm gonna get a puppy!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

♥ hhh our parents are friends and we're still kind of awkward friends? we haven't like actually had full conversations in a long time but we still hang out sometimes.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

♥ yea! but like,, not to where you get bubbles in your mouth cos bleh

20. Do you like your neighbors?

♥ a little! the people close to us are pretty nice. there's this one old lady across the way from us whose dog i used to walk. she let's me pick oranges from her tree and talks to me. it's fun! she's away from home a lot tho since her husband died.

21. What are you bad habits?

♥ rambling, for one. picking at threads for two. uhh, can't think of any more off the top of my head but there's definitely a bunch of other ones.

22. Where would you like to travel?

♥ i reallllyyy wanna go to Ireland. definitely some places in Asia and some more in Europe.

23. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

♥ sleeeeep. soon enough it'll prob be my puppy

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

♥ my cats and my mum. ooh and my aunt danni.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

♥ maybe! i'm pretty polyamorous tho and if i was in a relationship with more than one person it'd feel unfair if i only married one of them... so it'd be really cool if we could make polyamorous marriage a thing pls.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

♥ OOF. uh. just. someone who is kind and loves me and will take care of me, and who i can do the same for. someone who will put up with my clinginess and paranoia. someone who loves animals and hates people who abuse animals or kids or other people just as much as i do. someone who can put up with my quirks in general. i always imagine someone who, if we're separated and reunite, will let me run to them and do the hug thing where they pick me up lol. we can read books to each other and they won't get frustrated if i stumble over my words, we can share music with each other, cook/bake with each other, travel, see an animal and just coo over them together, watch horror movies even tho i hate them but it's ok because i have them with me. sorry long answer lmao,, i got carried away

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

♥ barnes n noble, hot topic just bc, and uuuuuuh that's it.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

♥ ideally i could do a gap year to travel. i might do a gap year and work so i can get money. i don't know if i can get into college, but my mum suggested interning for a local vet, even tho i'm not in medicine, because it's good to have that knowledge if i wanna own an animal shelter. it's a good idea so i might do that.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

♥ it depends. sometimes if you give someone a second chance they'll take it and stab you with it (metaphorically). it all just depends on what they did, who they are, how they are, how they feel about what they did.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

♥ i used to be super loud when i was younger. sometimes i am when with close friends. now, it could just be that i'm focused, or thinking, or comfortable, or sad, or sick, or upset. when i'm angry with my aunt bc she won't stop messing with me i'll go silent. idk.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

♥ sometimes!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

♥ i'd like to say neither and outerspace. the ocean terrifies me. but so does outer space sometimes????

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

♥ depends on what's happening that day. if something exciting is happening i'll prob get up quick. and if i'm in bed cos i don't feel good then the thing that gets me up is like. the fear of disappointing my parents by not doing anything. or when like my cat is very insistent on needing something (like food or water or getting out of my room) and i don't want to be a bad owner and not get it.

46. What are you paranoid about?

♥ fff what am i not paranoid about?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

♥ mmm... nothing i can really think about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

♥ black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

♥ oh definitely

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

♥ my appearance. or my personality. hm.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

♥ mmm... i won a fencing competition once. but like. it wasn't a huge competition. just a few little series of fights that our teacher was having us do.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

♥ nahh. i've gotten two detentions but never suspended

72. What colour are your towels?

♥ uhh the ones i use are white striped w green and pink.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

♥ there are two 72s??? oh well. uhh only one

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

♥ yea! most of them are just around me, the only two i actually snuggle with are my bbies teddy (a bear i've had since 5) and addi (a panda i got like two years ago?)

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

♥ uhh. maybe 30? or somewhere around there?

75. Favourite animal?

♥ don't make me chooooose

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

♥ never seen it

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

♥ hhh nemo. he's such a good little clever fishie. v mischievous tho

87. First person you talked to today?

♥ mum!

88. Last person you talked to today?

♥ uh prob gonna be my mum

89. Name a person you hate?

♥ trump

90. Name a person you love?

♥ syd ! my kitty

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

♥ uuuuuuuh nah

92. In a fight with someone?

♥ ? nah

100. How are you feeling?

♥ rn? pretty ok. i just finished my geometry course so i've only got three classes left !

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

♥ yes. my entire past. being born. like yikes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

♥ yes.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

♥ yup

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

♥ ? who knows

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

♥ yea! i used to do lessons but i stopped

108. What should you be doing?

♥ rn? schoolwork

109. Is something irritating you right now?

♥ schoolwork

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

♥ definitely

111. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

♥ uh my cat i think

113. What was your childhood nickname?

♥ hb

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

♥ yea! my fave state to go to currently is maryland. i love the temperature and the landscape and the fireflies.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

♥ sometimes!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

♥ one of my faves tbh

119. Favourite book?

♥ oof. that's a hard one. uhm. we were liars by e. lockhart.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

♥ yes.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

♥ no. lust at first sight, yea, but not love.

125. Do you believe in true love?

♥ maybe.

126. Are you currently bored?

♥ a lil.

127. What makes you happy?

♥ loved ones, animals, music, warm blankets.

129. What your zodiac sign?

♥ this is always a complex answer from me lmao. technically i'm a leo. but i was supposed to be born in october, not august. and i've always related more to scorpio (and pisces tbh lmao). so i always wanna say i'm a scorpio

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

♥ FF. IT'S SO DUMB I DON'T EVEN WANNA SAY. WORST TIME OF MY LIFE. sorry for caps

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

♥ closed

137. How tall are you?

♥ 4'11

138. Curly or Straight hair?

♥ on me? well long it's curly but it's short rn. it kinda still curls in some spots tho

139. Brunette or Blonde?

♥ naturally i'm a mix. or 'dirty blonde'

140. Summer or Winter?

♥ winter.

141. Night or Day?

♥ night

142. Favourite month?

♥ november

143. Are you a vegetarian?

♥ nahh. i enjoy meat too much

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

♥ milk chocolate is the only chocolate in my eyes

145. Tea or Coffee?

♥ mmm that's hard. i love earl grey tea but coffeeeeeeeeeeeee

146. Was today a good day?

♥ eh. i finished a class so yea

147. Mars or Snickers?

♥ snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?

♥ ffffff idk tbh

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

♥ i am a ghost!!!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

♥ there's no book close to me and i couldn't find my fave which is stressing but i'll do this before looking for it so i'mma just use a random one. book is we all looked up, by tommy wallach. "he marched into the school and took the director aside, explaining that they had a strict rule in their house - curriculars before extracurriculars."

[artificialqueens]

Just Tonight #2 (Shalaska) - BABE

AN: I’ve been sitting on this chapter idea since I finished the first one yesterday so I thought I’d quickly finish it because I’m so proud of this chapter. It’s a little bit shorter than the last (around 2k) and contains a little patch of Biadore in the beginning. Anyways, enjoy! I would just like to mention that the version of Creep that Sharon’s band is playing is the one that Jinkx sings on her album, I’m kinda lowkey obsessed with it. Okay, on with the show.

“Wait,“ Adore started to ask as she and Alaska sat in their shared art history class. Both girls were not paying attention, their minds on the events of the party two days ago. Alaska was still confused and Adore bringing it up every two seconds only aided this line of thoughts. “So the hot lead of the amazingly dope band bought you a drink, practically dedicated her set to you, fucked you in the bathroom and then left? That’s fucked up!” The brunette’s loud exclaim drew a large amount of attention in the quiet room, including Professor Del Rio’s.

“Miss Delano, I’d suggest for you to pay attention if you ever wanted to make it to graduation in a couple years’ time,” Professor Del Rio barked, looking over her glasses at the brunette.

“The only thing I’m paying attention to is your ass in that skirt!” Adore exclaimed in reply, making an hourglass figure with her hand. Half of the class laughed and Del Rio herself turned bright red for a moment, obviously flustered by the younger girl’s attention. When she finally came to her senses, her eyes were full of fury. “I know I’m not allowed to give detention but you’re staying back after class.” Adore sank back into her seat, a frown on her face.

“I’m so fucking confused,” Alaska sighed as she returned to their prior conversation. “What am I meant to do, ‘Dore? I really want to see her again.” The blonde sank down into her seat like her friend, trying not to look sad. “You’ll find her, ‘Lask. Have you tried googling her band?” Adore asked with hope with her voice. The blonde shook her head. “Well start with that.” She paused, her eyes bright with an amazing idea. “I know! I’ll ask Pearl! That bitch will know where to find her. This is so fucking dope!” Adore’s loud voice once again caught the attention of Del Rio.

“Miss Delano!” she cried out as the clock tower chimed outside. It was noon, the class had finished. Everyone got up to leave, Adore and Alaska lazily packing up their things. “I’ll talk to my girl and I’ll see you later.” Alaska nodded and left the classroom, grinning at her friend. She scurried past the professor as Adore swung her backpack over one shoulder.

“Miss Delano, you’ve got the worst attendance record, you’re rude, unfocused, lazy and your grades are barely passing,” the professor stated seriously as Adore walked to the front of my ears. “Then why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” she smirked, her mouth getting close to the teacher’s ear. “It’s because you like the way I make you feel.”

Bianca Del Rio, a woman who had been teaching for years, knew her place. She couldn’t give into a student, no matter how they made her feel, and Adore’s comments affected her greatly. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” Bianca stuttered. A look of amusement appeared on Adore’s face as she closed the gap between them.

“Yes you do.”

Bianca didn’t have the strength to pull away.

———–

Alaska, however, had spent the past two hours in the library, trying to pay attention to a literature paper but sneakily searching up Sharon’s band as procrastination. She had trouble finding anything useful, only pictures of the four girls, the blonde singer always in the middle. Her eyes focused on the girl, not being able to take her eyes off of her. The ice blue eyes that held so much lust kept a cheeky look, while the lips that attacked her body were pursed and neatly painted black. Sharon’s blonde hair was teased out, but not as knotty as it was when Alaska’s fingers tangled and pulled at and the fingers that made her come so quickly were showing devil signs. Alaska had never been so enamoured with a one night stand before and it scared her. Love at first sight wasn’t reasonable to her, not at all.

“What up, stalker,” a voice that Alaska recognised as Pearl’s greeted, her eyes glassy and grin dopey. Shutting the laptop quickly, Alaska suddenly felt embarrassed. “It’s not like that.”

“I don’t care, Alaska,” Pearl replied, completely blasé. “I heard that Sharon hooked up with someone, guessing it was you.” Alaska nodded. “Well, if you’re looking for her then she’s usually around the music block. However, I do know she’s performing at the Elephant tonight, nine o'clock.” Alaska’s eyes lit up, knowing that she would have to ignore her paper for a date with destiny. Looking at her phone, the blonde noticed that the time read 5:14. “Thanks for that, Pearl,” she said gratefully, scooping her things up while the other girl lazily raised her hand to wave goodbye.

“Good luck!”

————–

Alaska had never looked so sexy before, in her opinion. She really wanted to catch Sharon’s eye without looking too desperate, and the short black skirt was perfect for the look. Adore had loaned her a pair of fishnet thigh highs and a Rolling Stones tee that someone (definitely not Adore) had cut and altered into a crop top. The black boots finished the look, but the lacy black bra and panties she wore were her secret saviour. Katya had loaned the blonde her lucky red lipstick for the occasion and Courtney stole her roommate’s full flask to put in Alaska’s bra. The biggest change was Alaska’s lack of favourite accessory - no nails. If she was gonna teach Sharon a lesson, it had to be without nails.

Sipping the vodka from the flask nervously, Alaska stared at the clock. The drive to the bar took ten minutes (technically five, since Adore was driving her) but she didn’t want to be late and seem uninterested or be early and seem eager. At 8:56, Adore put her foot down.

“We’re going, chica. I’ve got weed to smoke.”

———-

Ten minutes later, Alaska was tucked away in a corner of the dark bar, annoyed by the tedium of waiting for the band to begin. The blonde’s eye was fixed on the bar, a redhead in her eye. Suddenly, Alaska saw Sharon move towards the redhead, putting on the same moves that she remembered all too well. Alaska’s cheeks burned with jealousy as Sharon kissed the girl’s cheek, knowing the only way that things could work is if the blonde could make her jealous in return.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” a voice said to her. Alaska turned to face the figure. He looked to be around college age from what she could make out, and his dark hair and eyes were difficult to see in the darkened room. The blonde flipped her hair over her shoulder, a smirk on her face. “I’ve never been here before,” she replied, placing a hand on his arm.

They talked like this until the music started, subtle flirting mixed with whatever conversation Alaska could muster. She was thinking about how desperate she was for Sharon’s touch, memories from their last tryst in the bathroom fresh in her mind. The music starting was a blessing and Alaska grabbed the man’s hand, yanking them through the crowd so that Sharon could see them.

This was going to be a fun night.

——————–

Sharon loved nothing more than being up on that stage. It was where she came alive; her passion for music unleashed itself at every concert she did. That, in her opinion, was something special.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t live a rocker lifestyle. Drugs, alcohol, and a new girl every night – these were solid fixtures in her life. However, she still couldn’t get the blonde from a few nights back out of her head. Remembering Alaska, squirming with pleasure underneath her as she dominated her body provided amazing inflation to her ego, and she really hoped that she could see her again.

However, as she climbed onto that stage, she didn’t realise that it would be sooner than she thought.

“Wow, what a fucking turn out we’ve got tonight!” the blonde exclaimed, the crowd cheering as she said that. “We’re Anarchy Rose and we’re here to blow your fucking minds!”

The audience cheered as Sharon’s bandmate, Jinkx, played the opening chords to “Creep” by Radiohead. Her eyes buzzed around the audience as her eyes fixated on somebody familiar – Alaska. The blonde was looking right at Sharon with a smirk, her lips connecting with the guy standing next to her. Sharon couldn’t help but feel anger rush through her (or, was it jealousy?), but as the song got heavier, she strummed furiously on her guitar and belted out the lyrics.

For the rest of the concert, every time Sharon looked Alaska’s way, the blonde would be making out with the guy, and every time, Sharon would see red with anger. Maybe it was how smoking she looked tonight that had an effect on her, but her mind started to come up with different ways to go about punishing this girl. A girl she’d been obsessing over, one that wasn’t even hers. Sharon sighed internally, and, for the first time ever, was thankful that this was the last song.

She had to go out with a bang.

Giving her bandmates the look, Sharon started playing the opening chords of a familiar song – the one that started it all. Alaska stopped kissing the man to listen, her eyes trying not to connect with Sharon’s.

“Just tonight I will stay, and we’ll throw it all away When the light hits your eyes, it’s telling me I’m right And if I, I am through, then it’s all because of you Just tonight.”

—————–

Alaska found herself in the same spot that she was a few hours ago, curled up in the corner of the bar. The boy she had been kissing had headed home after she’d rebuffed his advances, muttering something about her being a “prude”. However, Alaska waited a part of her wanting to see Sharon and confront her for her behaviour last meeting.

An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards the stranger’s body. Alaska felt like she should be scared, but she wasn’t, she knew exactly who it was.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Miss Alaska,” Sharon whispered into her ear, the act making goose bumps rise on Alaska’s skin. “I think you might have to be punished.” Alaska flipped around in Sharon’s arms, turning to face her. Out of some primal need that had taken over her mind for the past few days, the younger blonde dove at Sharon’s lips, her kiss rough and dominant. Sharon, obviously taken by surprise by the action, gasped, giving Alaska the perfect opportunity to shove her tongue down the girl’s throat. The older girl obviously wasn’t very used to submitting so easily and squirmed beneath Alaska’s touch, but Alaska stopped her from moving as one of her hands slipped its way into Sharon’s jeans. The way that Sharon moaned into her kiss when Alaska rubbed her clit was music to her ears, the power trip completely going to her head. Biting down hard on the girl’s lip, Alaska pulled away from the kiss as her lips hovered by Sharon’s ear.

“That might be true,” she started to whisper. “But you’re the one who needs a good spanking.” Alaska’s free hand grabbed Sharon’s ass as their kiss became heated once more and Alaska’s fingers plunged into Sharon without warning. The girl dug her short nails into Alaska’s arm, Alaska’s mouth moving from her lips and down her jawline. Sharon’s moans filled the empty bar, especially when Alaska raised her hand and spanked the girl’s ass lightly.

“I’m so close, princess,” Sharon made the mistake of saying and Alaska, instead of finishing the job, pulled her fingers out, licking them clean.

“Perfect,” the blonde chirped, a glint of evilness in her eye. “Your place or mine?”

Sharon shook her head in disbelief as Alaska started to skip towards the exit. Racing after her, the blonde managed to sputter out a reply.

“Mine.”

[passednote]

Iwan on Halsted Street

This story is a bit more on the recent side. Please note that this is an adaptation of events, and therefore details have been altered or recontextualized. I am not an impartial actor in this or any story, and will not pretend otherwise.

Iwan is an architect, and the youngest son of Lucjan and Francesca. His two brothers are Tymon the Eldest and Marcel the Middle. Born in the city of Chicago, Iwan was twelve years old when the first cases of HIV were reported in the United States in 1981.

Tymon, Marcel, and Iwan were taught to play baseball, go to church, and never watch the news. The baseball diamond was just about as sacred as ground would get for the three brothers, whose heads were filled with promises of future greatness, given enough practice. Unfortunately, Iwan found himself unable to focus long enough to remember to catch the ball.

In class, Iwan would be distracted by the improper mixtures of colors on wallpaper, the ever so slightly crooked arrangement of desks, the incorrect distribution of windows to classrooms. He would dream his way into detention once or twice a month. He was fickle and flighty, with a tendency to prefer the company of his girl classmates.

When his English teacher told him to shape up or he’d catch the gay cancer, Iwan knew better than to ask Lucjan. Instead, he brought a book of medical conditions home from the library. After skipping dinner to pour over its contents in search of answers, there was a gentle knock at the door. Francesca always thought it polite to knock first, though she never waited for a reply.

She asked Iwan what he was reading while commanding him to eat the green beans she had brought from the kitchen. Iwan ate, but refused to tell Francesca what he was researching. All he had learned of defiance had come from Francesca, and she was unused to seeing it turned against her. Grabbing the book from her son, Francesca skimmed its worn pages. Iwan looked at his toes when she asked who was sick.

Tymon graduated from high school that spring, and asked his brothers to play one final game of baseball before driving to Sioux Falls for college. It was at this game that Iwan met Husam. He was as clean a pitcher as they come, and as dirty a lover as Iwan would ever know. The memories of that summer with Husam would linger in the middleground of Iwan’s mind long into adulthood, particularly the lush feeling of fingertips on his back and the bitter euphoria of each night's goodbye kiss.

Lost in the sea between his brothers, Marcel began to invite himself along to movies and bike rides with Iwan and Husam. When he was there, the hand-holding and the glances of intimacy were tucked away as a polite secret. Before long, there was no oxygen between Iwan and Husam and their lust withered into a cordial friendship, two points on a triangle deemed never to intersect. At summer’s end, Husam moved back to Akron. Neither he nor Iwan would recall their last kiss, or when it was that their spark fell away.

Many years later, Husam would marry a beautiful woman named Adrianne. Marcel and Iwan were both too busy to attend.

Now in his freshman year of high school, Iwan quit baseball and began discovering a world of arts, culture, and current events that flooded him with indignation and inspiration. He would drift silently through his classes, sketching his best impressions of Atwood or Wright, whose architecture dominated the city. More and more, he snuck out at nights to Halsted Street, drinking up liberation at Opal and the North End. There he began to see a world brimming with context and vitality, and learned the feeling of yearning.

It was Iwan who first discovered the lumps in his mother’s neck that would not go away with tea and a long night’s rest. He had been taught the first signs of HIV by a group of men on a sweaty night at Sparrows, and implored Francesca to get tested. By the time she listened, she was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer and worsening fast.

Marcel and Iwan grew cold and harsh in the following years, accusing the other of abandoning their mother. Marcel would follow Iwan out at night, stalking his brother on crowded trains, only to lose him in the evening rush. Both siblings avoided Francesca’s company, lest their bottled up terror and hope and tears fall out in front of her. She would sleep by herself as Lucjan took the living room couch as refuge. They were each as far from home as they had ever been when Francesca was brought to hospice.

Tymon took a break from school to visit. All four boys were given their time alone with Francesca, singing half-remembered songs they’d made up years ago and squeezing every bit of memory they could into those final days. Iwan came in one afternoon carrying a model he’d built for class. A delicate contradiction of foam arches and garish cardboard asymmetry held up in defiance of gravity, the tiny house that garnered him scholastic praise remained at Francesca’s bedside for the rest of her stay. Before passing from her body, she remarked that we would all be so lucky to live in Iwan’s inconstant world. She thought the colors were funny, too.

Francesca’s funeral took place just before Iwan’s senior year. Tymon remained for a few weeks to help Lucjan sort the affairs before returning to school. For the second year in a row, Marcel attended a score of baseball tryout camps without success, and had gotten a job selling cars. His cheeks flushed bright red each morning when Lucjan dropped him off at the dealership in his ‘75 Pacer on his way to the office. Iwan too entered the daze of affecting life, dancing with his father and brothers around an abyss of loss.

As the months dredged on, Iwan and Marcel’s simmering reached a constant, never-ending breaking point. Distrust seeped onto their skin. Their room became a space thick with loathing, neglect, and unspoken pain. Both began spending nights in far away clubs and on the couches of friends. Lucjan quietly continued to sleep on the living room couch. So it came to be that the house’s four beds lay empty.

The first lonely Christmas came and went without much flare. After New Years Marcel announced he would not be trying out for teams in the coming season, and Lucjan softly nodded before commenting that his office was hiring. Iwan saw that what his brother had really wanted was a father to tell him anything beyond the passive acceptance of life washing him deeper and deeper into its tides.

That January was an especially dark and cold winter, and the three men found themselves trapped inside for several days as the snow beat down relentlessly. Exhaustion overtook them as the two brothers found themselves unable to sustain their anger throughout the storm. Annoyance at the other’s idiosyncrasies turned to nostalgia, and the card games they played served to bring a crack of a smile on their faces rather than simply another knife to slice past the time with. Lucjan presided over the tepid reconciliation of his sons, two men whose capacity for hurt had been well and truly spent.

Marcel became the first member of his family Iwan came out to, shocking himself in the process. Marcel said it didn’t change anything, which as far as responses go was better than feared and worse than hoped. Lucjan’s response was more to be expected: a horror quickly deflected but that crawled up inside him and squirmed throughout his heart. He was a stone of Hades, for whom even the lyre of Orpheus could not shake him awake.

Lucjan silently vowed never to speak on the topic again. In turn this led to very little speaking on any topic for the remainder of the school year. Iwan waited for his father or brother to give him a response, even the hint of an opinion that never came. Graduation came in silence, and the following day Iwan loaded up all his belongings onto a bus to Providence, where he would begin classes in the fall.

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Many years later, Iwan returned to Chicago to begin drafting the remodel of Comiskey Park, then called U.S. Cellular Field. He found it difficult to focus on, as inevitably he would wander into memories of playing games in backyards and tiny parks with his brothers. Exasperated and nearing his deadline, he dialed Marcel’s phone number.

They sat on the rickety bleachers deep behind third base. Neither man had grown to have much use for small talk, so they waited there until something was ready to be said. After some time, Iwan said that Marcel would have hated being a baseball player. Marcel agreed, he didn’t like traveling. Iwan wondered aloud what Marcel did like.

Sundays in October. Driving down LSD as it bends around Lake Michigan. Ice cream in the wintertime. The feeling of waking up in the middle of the night and knowing he had four more hours he could sleep.

Of course, he didn’t say so. Instead, Marcel murmured that he liked his family, which was also true. After a moment he added that he hoped Iwan was happy and liked his family too. (Iwan had just broken up with his boyfriend of ten years the month prior. Not that Marcel knew that.)

There were many nights since leaving for college that Iwan wished his father and brothers told him he’d burn in hell, to stay away from their funerals. He’d fantasize it’d be easier that way, to know that they cared enough to hate him.

Indifference is as bitter a poison as any to swallow.

It was not in Lucjan’s nature to take so great an interest in the damnation of others. Far safer to just bob along and see where the river ended. Marcel, on the other hand, found the current far too fast for his liking. How could you possibly have the time to care?

They sat. The sun’s last light had fled the sky, but the field’s fluorescent lights stayed off. Marcel asked what the new park would look like. Iwan confessed he didn’t know. Marcel suggested leather seats for the lower box. Unable to help himself, Iwan blanched in horror.

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Suggestion after suggestion poured out of Marcel’s mouth, and the gears in Iwan’s mind unstuck, ready to parry each idea with a retort of palettes, shapes, structures. He began to see the new stadium, making mental notes to himself to include in drafting. Marcel joked that Iwan never found a subject he didn’t have an opinion on.

For a few more minutes they talked, starting points crystallizing in Iwan’s mind for the next day’s work. A jab here, some nostalgia there, and then Marcel and Iwan caught sight of something in the other’s eye. A softness of some sort. All of a sudden, both men realized the lateness of the hour. Iwan contemplated offering to buy Marcel a late dinner, but thought better of it. Marcel feared the look he’d seen from his brother, and feared even more that it might disappear forever if he asked Iwan to come meet his kids.

They shook hands, promising Christmas calls and birthday gifts next year. It would have to be enough for now.