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slut4thebroken · 8 months

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Doctor’s Orders

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x patient!reader

Summary | Jonathan Crane wears a weak dose of fear toxin as cologne to his appointments just to put his patients on edge. He’s particularly fond of how you react to it though.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, manipulation, inappropriate use of fear toxin, obvi, very dubious consent, painful sex, fearplay, HEAVY breeding kink, forced breeding, technically housewife kink?, overstimulation, abuse of power?, ionno lol.

Words | 3.3 k

Notes | Based on this post. Credit to @lasagnebats for the idea. (Lowkey the plot kind of deviated from the whole fear cologne thing tbh but it’s still very relevant so whatever lmao)

Ao3 link | <3

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It’s not mentioned in the actual story but it’s very important for the plot so incase you didn’t read the summary I’m going to say it again lol. He wears a weak dose of fear toxin as his cologne.

“How are you feeling today?” He asked as he walked in and sat down across from you, putting his briefcase at his feet.

“Better.” You said with a small smile. After only a moment though, your heart started beating harder and faster, and your breathing picked up. You swallowed thickly and cleared your throat before adding, “I- I think.”

“You think?” His voice sent a shiver through your body. You weren’t sure if he was purposely trying to sound threatening, but that’s how you heard it.

“I…” You couldn’t look at him as your stomach started churning.

“Please look at me when I'm talking to you.” He sighed, making your gaze snap back to him. “We won’t get anywhere if you continue to overreact to even the simplest questions.”

“I know— I know. I’m sorry.” You started bouncing your leg incessantly, trying to get rid of some of the nerves you were feeling. “H-how are you?” You asked in return to his original question.

“Always so polite.” He said with an amused smile. “Why is that?”

“I don’t know… That’s just how I was raised I guess.” You shrugged, not having a better answer for him.

“It has nothing to do with how terrified you are of upsetting me?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he looked you up and down.

“I- I’m not…” You cleared your throat and wiped your sweaty palms on your pants. “I was just… taught to respect people with more authority than me.” You said nervously. But it was true. You were always taught to show respect to people above you no matter what, especially if they were older than you.

“I see. And you feel I have power over you right now?”

“Yes.” You said quietly. Doesn’t he always?

“Well I don’t want you to fear me. These sessions are pointless if you can’t be completely open and honest with me.” You looked away from him again and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I promise you, nothing you say will upset me. I just want you to be truthful with me… So I can help you to the best of my ability. Do you understand?”

“Yes..”

“Good.” He paused, seemingly coming up with the next topic of conversation. “You’re still having nightmares?” Your blood ran cold and your heart was almost starting to hurt with how hard it was beating. And all just because of a reminder of it.

“Yes.” You whispered.

“The same ones? Or something different.”

“The same… But I noticed that they tend to happen more after our sessions than on days where I don’t see you…”

“Yes, that’d make sense. Since we talk about it, it’s only natural your brain would be thinking about it more.”

“Right. Yeah— You’re right.” You said through a breath.

“May I see your hand?” He suddenly asked, making you stiffen.

“What?”

“Your hand.” He held out his own, waiting for you to place yours on top. With a shaky breath, you wiped your hand on your pants again, then placed it on his open palm. He turned it over so your palm was against his, then let out a quiet hum. Before you could ask what that meant, he grabbed your wrist and held your hand up, watching it tremble. He released you and you placed it back in your lap.

“Why are you so scared?”

“It… it's probably just because I started thinking about the nightmares.” That was the only explanation that made sense. It’s not like you’d be scared for no reason.

“Really? What were you thinking about?” You froze and looked away from him, trying to recall, but you never actually thought about them, more so just… remembered them.

“I… I’m not sure.” You said absentmindedly, still trying to figure it out. He sighed quietly and took off his glasses, examining you closely.

“I like to think that we’ve grown a bit closer since our first session. Wouldn’t you?” All you could do was nod wordlessly. “Almost like we’re more than just doctor and patient… Do you feel that way as well?”

“I- I think so.” You said quietly. It was hard to tell right now.

“Which is why I think we can try something that might work better for you.” He stood up and dragged his chair around the table, the loud screeching sound making you flinch. He sat down next to you and you waited nervously for what was next.

“I think… if your brain is half focused on something else— something pleasurable…” he placed his hand on your thigh and leaned closer to you, “then you might be able to talk freely about what’s troubling you. What do you think?” Your chest was heaving as you stared at him with wide eyes, not able to respond. It felt like your throat was closing up and the speed at which your heart was beating made it feel like his hand was on your chest instead of your thigh, pushing down as hard as he could.

“Is something wrong?” He asked once he noticed your reaction.

“I-” You choked out, not able to say anything else.

“Hm?” He waited, giving you a chance to respond. When you didn’t, he sighed. “As your doctor, if you’re in a state that leaves you unable to think or communicate clearly, it is my responsibility to do what I think is best.” His hand started snaking up your thigh, moving toward the center as it climbed higher. His touch was burning a trail on your skin and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“Just relax. You want to actually make some progress, don’t you?” You gave him the tiniest nod, unable to do anything else. “Good girl. If you can control your emotions, then we can talk like civilized people, but for now, we’re going to have to try this.” You weren't even sure what exactly was making you feel this way, but you trusted Dr. Crane. He would only do what’s best for you.

“Take off your pants.” He suddenly ordered, making your body go completely rigid. “I won’t repeat myself.” He warned and you immediately scrambled to take them off. Once they were on the floor, he grabbed your hips and guided you so that you were straddling his thighs, sitting on his lap. “Now, this might be a bit overwhelming for you, so I don’t mind if you need to keep your face buried against my chest or neck. Like this,” he gently grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into him, “see?”

“Thank you.” You whispered, bringing your hands up the grab at his suit jacket. It felt like your entire body was trembling now. “Dr. Crane, I- I don’t feel very good.”

“Shh. Your body’s just excited. That’s why your heart is racing and your breathing is shallow.” He explained calmly. You’ve never felt this ‘excited’ before in your life. “Are you going to let me do my job now?” You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck to comfort yourself. “Thank you.” His hands started dragging up and down your thighs, just getting you used to his touch, but all it was doing was making you more anxious. His fingertips felt like claws on your hypersensitive body, but when you looked down, you saw no marks left behind.

“I know you’re excited but you need to try and calm down.” He said calmly. “Take a deep breath through your nose, then out through your mouth.” You complied, though it wasn’t nearly as slow as he actually wanted. But it was an improvement. “Again. Deeper.” You inhaled again, trying to let the smell and warmth of his body soothe you. But it was like the deep breaths were making everything worse.

“Dr. Crane, it’s not— I…” He sighed and your stomach churned when you realized he was disappointed in you. “No- I’m sorry. I’ll try again. I’ll keep trying.” You rushed out, taking more deep breaths.

“That’s a good girl. Nice and slow.” His hands snaked up your thighs to your hips, then up the sides of your body, under your shirt.

“W-what are you doing?” You choked out, when he dragged his hands up even more until he was touching your breasts.

“Just feeling your heartbeat.” He explained. You gasped when he gently squeezed your breasts, groping them in a way that made your entire body feel hot.

“Dr. Crane?” You whimpered and he shushed you. So you clung to his suit jacket and buried your face into the crook of his neck even more, seeking comfort.

“I’ll need to remove your shirt. It’s obstructing my examination.” You hesitantly agreed and he pulled it over your head, then guided you back into the same position, now only in a pair of panties. “Deep breaths.” He reminded you as he continued. He only groped you for a few seconds before focusing his attention on your nipples. You let out a strangled moan when he gently pinched, rolling them between his fingers. You’ve never been overly sensitive there before, but right now, just the barest touch sent a shock through your body.

“Your heart is racing.” He commented, flattening his hands on your chest and sliding them down your stomach. He reached your hips and gripped them tightly, then pulled them forward to grind your clothed heat on his bulge. You gasped at the sudden movement and when you felt the obvious sign of his arousal.

“When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?” His tone remained the same; clinical, unemotional. It took you a moment to register his question, but once you did, a blush took over your face. “You’ve been a patient here for a few months now so I’m assuming at least a few months ago?” All the work you did to calm your breathing was gone in an instant. Words couldn’t form in your mouth, so you just nodded against his chest. “How long before that?”

“I… I don’t remember.” You choked out, finally able to speak.

“Poor thing. It’s been that long since you’ve been filled?” He cooed with faux sympathy.

“Dr. Crane.” You sobbed, fisting his suit even tighter to ground yourself. He was still guiding your hips and you started to feel arousal pooling in your stomach.

“Is that why you’re not making any progress? Your cunt’s been craving a cock so bad, you can’t even think?” You whined and started moving your hips on your own now, desperate for more. “Yeah I think that is the reason. You’re in your prime child bearing years, it’s only natural you’d be longing to breed.” You let out a strangled moan, feeling both humiliated and aroused by his words. “A few more sessions like this and you might actually be able to use that pretty little head of yours again.”

“Please,” You whined, tears of desperation brimming in your eyes. Your heart was still pounding and your breathing was still shallow, but it started feeling different. Before, you weren’t sure what the cause was, but now you know it’s arousal. At least it mostly is. He suddenly gripped your chin and pulled your head so your face was only inches from his. As his eyes trailed all over your face, taking you in, he hummed in thought, still staring at you with his piercing gaze.

“Misattribution of arousal truly is a fascinating subject.” He smiled. You had no idea what that meant. “Take off your underwear.” He suddenly ordered, making your eyes widen. When he stared at you, giving you a warning gaze, you scrambled off his lap to remove them. He started unbuckling his belt, then opening his pants. When he took out his cock, your breath caught in your throat. Where is that supposed to fit?

“Sit.” You tentatively got on his lap again. He sat back in the metal chair a little, dragging his eyes down your body. “Put it in.” You swallowed and looked between his face and his length, feeling your heart start pounding even harder. “Now.” Biting your trembling lip, you grabbed his cock and put it at the right angle, then slowly and apprehensively lowered yourself onto it. You whimpered when he first breached your opening, immediately feeling the burn of the stretch.

“You won’t like it if I have to take over so I suggest you do better than this.” He warned and you whined in response, but forced yourself down lower.

“It hurts, Dr. Crane.” You whimpered, hoping for sympathy from the cold, apathetic doctor.

“Enough.” He growled, grabbing your hips and lifting you off of him. He stood and spun you around to push your torso onto the cold metal table with a hand on the back of your neck. Holding you down firmly, he pushed his cock back in, this time going all the way. You cried out and scrambled for purchase on the table as he immediately started thrusting.

“W-wait, Dr. Crane..” You choked out, the burning stretch bringing tears to your eyes. Not bothering with replying, he removed the hand from your neck and you heard clothes rustling, then he was putting his tie between your lips and wrapping it around your head to secure it. Almost instantly those feelings flared up again. Your chest heaved as you panted, trying to ignore how much it was hurting from your heart beating so fast and hard.

He put his hand on your head this time, forcing your cheek onto the cold metal as he held you down and started moving faster. You sobbed out a moan and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on calming down but everything was just so much.

“Is this what you needed? Have you been playing the role of the dumb little patient this whole time just to get me to fuck you?” You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t move it under his hand. “I can feel you pulsing around my cock. Is it really that good?” The way he was mocking you had you squeezing your thighs together, but he couldn’t have that. He lifted one of your legs and placed it on the table, keeping you from getting any real stimulation on your clit besides his balls smacking against it with every thrust.

“Please!” You cried, the word being muffled by the tie.

“I know. You’re probably so eager to come right now, aren’t you?” You did your best to nod, despite him holding you down. “Is the thought of finally getting bred making you all needy?” He asked condescendingly and you let out a strangled whimper. “Should I let you come on my cock?”

“Yes!” You yelled, trying to make it sound coherent through the gag. He released your head and grabbed your shoulders, starting a brutal pace that made you almost scream from the intensity. The table was screeching against the floor with each thrust and you could start to hear his quiet grunts as he neared his orgasm.

“Go ahead then. Show me how needy this pathetic little cunt is for my cock.” He said and, despite the degrading words, you almost cried in relief. You’ve only made yourself come maybe a handful of times since being admitted to Arkham, so it did not take much longer for you to get there. You all but screamed around the gag when it hit you, making your legs turn to jelly. His thrusts didn’t even waiver, but you could hear groans coming from him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through you, so intense that it bordered on painful.

When it was finally done, you sagged into the table, but your body immediately went stiff when the overstimulation kicked in. You cried out and squirmed, trying to escape it, so he grabbed your hair and yanked you up, wrapping his other arm around your stomach.

“I know.” He pulled your head back until it was resting on his shoulder, then turned it so your face was up against his neck. “Just breathe through it.” But you couldn’t. Everything was just too much. You sobbed loudly and buried your face in the crook of his neck as he fucked you, moving both hands down to grab your hips.

“Just be a good girl and take it. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked and bred like a bitch in heat.” You let out a strangled sob at the degrading words. “No… It’s what you needed.” He growled, making you whimper. “Don’t worry, we’re going to keep doing this until I finally fuck a baby into you. Maybe then you’ll be less cock hungry. But we’ll probably have to keep this up while you’re pregnant because of all the hormones.” After your orgasm, everything your body was going through started to feel like it was from fear again, rather than arousal. His words were making you spiral into overthinking. You can’t have a baby yet— you’re too young. And also there’s the fact that you’re in an asylum…

“And I think… I might make you my little lab rat. You respond so well to such a small dose, I’m eager to see how you’ll react to something more potent.” Now you were truly confused, but you were also too fucked out and overstimulated to try and understand. “God— that’ll be a fucking sight.” He choked out, rutting into you more frantically. Tears started streaming down your cheeks as he kept fucking you, getting more painful with every thrust. But based on the way his sounds kept getting louder, you knew it’d be over any second now.

You cried out when he roughly snapped his hips into you and stayed there, wrapping his arms around your torso to keep you close and letting out a low groan. His hips bucked forward with every spurt of come that left his cock, despite the fact that he was already completely inside, pressed up against your cervix uncomfortably. Even after his orgasm ended, he remained buried inside you, keeping you plugged up for now.

“That’s better, isn’t it? Now you’re nice and full.” He spoke softly, turning his head to kiss your neck as his hand rubbed over your lower stomach. “Mm… I can’t wait to see your belly all big and round— your tits swollen with milk. You’re going to look so beautiful.” Even though everything calmed down, you still felt anxious and scared. “And I’m sure once that kid is out, you’ll go back to being a brainless little bitch in heat so I’ll have to fuck another one into you.” You let out a weak sound, unable to do anything else. Your whole body was shaking. With how you were currently feeling, his words sounded like a threat.

“Still can’t use that pretty head?” He asked curiously. You didn’t answer, but it didn’t seem like he expected you to. “You must need more, then.” You whined at the thought. He gently pushed your torso back onto the table and you hissed in pain when he dragged his cock out. When his come trickled out, he cursed under his breath. Using his thumbs, he spread your puffy, abused folds, giving him a better view of your gaping hole. You flinched when he used his fingers to scoop up his come and push it back in. “Lucky for you, I cleared the rest of my schedule today just for this session, so I can keep giving you load after load until you drain my balls completely. Maybe then you’ll actually be able to fucking think.”

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years

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𝑫𝒖𝒃𝒐𝒊𝒔 𝑸&𝑨

Canon or Fiction? If your family is completely original: Where did the Family name come from? What was your inspiration and who was the first OC you created for it?

Oh, the Dubois are 100% canon too! Tho I did steal some inspo from this test from Pinterest that I took a silly night at 5 am in my bedroom when I couldn't sleep. The name Dubois came with my 5 am eyesight from this post too. I read "Dubois" instead of Dupuis and when I found out my mistake it was too late lmao.

The first member ofc was my og gal, Isabelle Dubois!!

Family Ties: What other families are related/connected to this one? Are they Canon families or creator made families? (Tag them!)

The MacMillan family is the first known tie, for Charlotte was a MacMillan by birth

The Malfoys through Elise were also an attempt of Tristan to have more relevance and influence. It all played well... Until his daughter married someone outside the S28.

Her brother married into the French family of Minville, the headmistress' daughter at the time. Adrienne would soon pass on her flaming red hair onto her grandchildren

As for Blanche, she married the wealthy Astor family for love and had three children with him. Her eldest, Robert, married Enya Thorne, one of the wealthiest heiresses in the Wizarding World and had two sons, Dante and Lionel @cursebreakerfarrier

Adrienne's son Ètienne married the beautiful and rich Catalina Rosier, another French family and from the Sacred 28, though she was half-blood, being the illegitimate daughter of King Edward VII. They had three children, and Elodie, the oldest, became a single mother of Sebastian, who expanded his other Dubois branch until the birth of his granddaughter Lucille.

Jude Dubois was a single mother and daughter of Adrienne and Ètienne who had a son with Nigel Ashbourne, duke of Sandringham named Joseph. He had his grandmother's red flaming hair. She later married Caspar Brokenshire and had two daughters with him, Evangeline and Annalisa. Not much is known of the sisters.

Joseph continued the Dubois male line and married Annabeth Abbott and had a son with her, Rhys, who'd marry another Frenchwoman, Léah Dubois, red-headed as well and had four children: Guinivere, Jacob, Isabelle and Òphelie. Gwen carried on the Dubois tradition of being single mothers and got pregnant during a mission with her partner Malcolm Anderson and ran away to quietly give birth to their son Simon, who too has the flaming red hair.

Not much is known of Jacob, he is indeed a mystery, but many say he adopted children.

Isabelle married Penny Haywood and had two children, Yvonne and Silas.

Ophélie never married nor had children

Foundations: What year and which OC was the founder of the family line? If the family goes back hundreds of years and you don’t know the first member, tell us about the oldest OC in the family you have created.

Though the Dubois trace back to the reign of Louis XIV and one of his mistresses, the records of the family were destroyed by the French rebels in 1793 in retaliation and only during Napoleonic times in 1805 there was a Dubois who survived the mess, Leopold's father, Charles. Not much is known, only that Leopold was his son.

Fun Facts: Do you have any misc lore you have that you haven’t had a chance to post about? Talk about anything you like!

The Dubois were initially black haired and with brown eyes, but Charlotte's blonde hair and blue eyes passed down on her genes

The first red-headed Dubois is named Ravenna. It is not known much of her other than she was the mother of Tristan, but many speculate she could've been either a Prewett or a Weasley, more likely a Prewett.

The Dubois have a chateau that has been rebuilt three times, twice by fire and one in a fire by the rebels in 1793 when found out that some were related to Louis XIV and could claim the throne from the executed Louis XVI

Lucille is the youngest Dubois recorded, only 5 months younger than Yvonne.

The chateau was a cause of dispute between the Dubois siblings in 1994 and thus the cousin rivarly begun. It has not been solved yet

Adrienne Minville, wife of Ètienne, is considered the most important Dubois, for from her both branches descend from thanks to her children and their prominent marriages.

Tagging @kathrynalicemc since the Lineage Challenge was created by her

#lineage challenge #hogwarts legacy #fbawtft #riddle era #mc: isabelle dubois #oc: blanche dubois #oc: jude dubois #oc: elodie dubois #catalina rosier #ètienne dubois #charlotte dubois #joseph dubois #oc: sebastian dubois #oc: yvonne dubois #oc: lucille dubois

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Written In The Stars CLXIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Ever since I heard that song I knew it was about Merry and I had to use it

P.S. I just realized I’ve been using “flickered” instead of “flicked” as the past version of “flick” and if u didn’t notice or don’t know the difference that’s great, if you did I’m sorry but it will continue to appear up until the seventh book bc I already edited half of it and I can’t be bothered to check the whole thing, I’m not a native speaker anyway lmao -Danny

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Listen to: ‘Just For A Moment’ -from HSMTMTS

Chapter Twenty-Five: The King’s Lecture.

Katie returned looking good as new but she couldn't remember anything about what had happened to her, which deeply troubled Harry.

Still, for the first time in the whole year, his mind was preoccupied with a different problem.

Once everyone knew about Mel and Erick's breakup, unknown to Harry and her, there was only one relevant topic of conversation: Their obvious mutual pining.

It was clear that the friendship between them was strong, she'd showed interest in no one but the boy who lived. They would see Mel walking through the corridors next to Harry, joking and laughing with him, sharing their notes in the common room and even sitting under trees with Ron and Hermione as their only company. Slowly, people who were there to see them during their fourth year were completely sure that they would make it official in no time.

Mel remained firm on not dating him, still, if he were to ask about her feelings she wasn't going to lie, maybe that way once the war was over they'd be able to be together, only time would tell.

"You know," She said when Ron walked out of the boys' bathroom, pale as a ghost. "If you keep throwing up like that you won't be able to cover even a single goal post—"

"That's not making me feel better!" He grimaced. "It's awful, last year we got lucky but this time—"

"Our practice will pay up. You're a brilliant Keeper an I'm an excellent Beater, just take a good luck at this," She flexed her arms, they weren't that impressive but she was quite proud of the discipline she'd exhibited that year, "we'll be okay. What's important is that even after all this we'll still have friends, right?"

"I s'pose..."

"I think that we haven't been grateful enough, you know? Harry let us be part of his team, even if we weren't the best choices. He trusts us—"

Her throat closed abruptly, Mel stumbled over and crashed against Ron.

"Mel!" He held her in place. "Is it a panic attack?"

It couldn't be, she was a bit anxious about their next Quidditch match but there was no reason to panic and she knew it!

Something tugged at the back of her mind and she instantly knew what was happening. It'd been a while, but Mel allowed Harry to guide her:

He was kneeling next to Snape, their Professor was hovering over Malfoy, who was dying. Harry communicated what he needed. Her hands closed tightly around Ron's arm and she grounded herself back into her body.

"I-It's Harry," She coughed. "I think—He did something... terrible... give me your potions book, I left mine in the tower..."

She described all to Ron while dragging him back to the common room, the boy was confused and completely against the idea of Harry hurting Malfoy in such a brutal way. He hated him, but he would never try to kill him!

When they reached the portrait Harry ran into them, he was covered in water and blood, and he was panting.

"I need the book. Quick—give it to me..."

Mel handed it to him, Ron tried to interrogate him.

"But what about the Half-Blood —"

"I'll explain later!"

Harry ran upstairs and entered the tower, a second later they saw him ran out holding his backpack with shaky hands, Ron looked at her gravely.

"I don't think we can help," Mel said before he could even ask. "Snape caught him red-handed... he was too scared to close his mind..."

"What do we do?"

"We wait."

Harry got punished for his actions, he wasn't going to be able to play the last match against Ravenclaw, but that didn't matter compared to what had happened.

Mel wasn't going to admit it because it was tactless, to say the least, but she thought that Harry sort of deserved the detention. If it weren't for his need to act first ask second, things wouldn't have gone so wrong.

"I told you there was something wrong with that Prince person. And I was right, wasn't I?"

"No, I don't think you were," said Harry stubbornly.

"Harry, how can you still stick up for that book when that spell —"

"Will you stop harping on about the book! The Prince only copied it out! It's not like he was advising anyone to use it! For all we know, he was making a note of something that had been used against him!"

"I don't believe this," said Hermione. "You're actually defending—"

"I'm not defending what I did! I wish I hadn't done it, and not just because I've got about a dozen detentions. You know I wouldn't've used a spell like that, not even on Malfoy, but you can't blame the Prince, he hadn't written 'try this out, it's really good' — he was just making notes for himself, wasn't he, not for anyone else..."

"Are you telling me that you're going to go back — ?"

"And get the book? Yeah, I am," said Harry. "Listen, without the Prince I'd never have won the Felix Felicis. I'd never have known how to save Ron from poisoning, I'd never have —"

"— got a reputation for Potions brilliance you don't deserve," said Hermione.

"Give it a rest, Hermione! By the sound of it, Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!" Ginny intervened.

"Well, of course I'm glad Harry wasn't cursed! But you can't call that Sectumsempra spell good, Ginny, look where it's landed him! And I'd have thought, seeing what this has done to your chances in the match —"

"Oh, don't start acting as though you understand Quidditch, you'll only embarrass yourself."

"I think," Mel spoke up, and all of them stopped to listen. "I think, Hermione, that you're being childish."

Hermione's eyes blazed with anger. "You're only saying that because you were also cheating—"

"I wasn't," The girl stood up with imposing air, she'd merely spoken a bit louder but Hermione shrank back in her spot as soon as she moved. "With or without the book, Harry's abilities with potions were always decent, it was Snape who was bullying him into failure."

The girl felt a pleasant tug of energy as she watched her friends silently look up at her, staring and clinging to every word that came out of her mouth. She wondered if this is how it felt to be a real Dumbledore.

Then the thought that she was a real Dumbledore occurred to her. She was strong and deserved to be treated with the same respect others had for the Headmaster. The only difference was that she was never going to use her power to bend things at her will.

"Harry's remembered the bezoar and won the Felix Felicis by following a few tips. I know you always appreciate it when Erick gives you advice — You don't consider that cheating, do you?"

Hermione scowled at her, but she didn't reply.

"You don't, even though you didn't come up with it on your own and you still got to be top of the class for years. Harry's right, the Prince could've seen the spell somewhere and wrote it down so he wouldn't forget, but he never forced him to attack Malfoy."

Hermione opened her mouth, but Mel wasn't going to let her continue.

"You didn't feel how scared he was," She scowled. "Harry said he's sorry and he got punished for it, and trust me, the nightmares that'll come after this will be more than enough to keep him from trying that again."

Instead of sitting down, Mel grabbed her bag and hung it over her shoulder, exiting the room with a firm step.

Erick used his brand new power over Faustus and Griffin to keep them from attacking Harry. As the Headboy, Slytherins were inclined to listen to him even if they didn't want to, so even though Harry got a few nasty looks the next morning, at least he was intact.

When they walked out of the Great Hall, Harry gently seized her wrist and guided her away from the crowd.

"Are you mad at me?"

"I can only get angry at your reckless behaviour so many times in life," The girl raised a brow. "I'm just thankful it didn't end worse."

"I'm sorry you argued with Hermione."

"She'll forgive me," Mel smiled. "Once she realizes I was right."

Harry grinned, in an instinctive motion, he held her hand entirely and intertwined their fingers, squeezing a bit. Before she could even register what he was doing, Harry leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"Good luck," He said. "We hadn't done this in a while, I thought I might as well do it now that I'm not playing."

"I—Yeah, okay," She almost confessed her feelings right there and then. "Thank you, Captain. We're going to need it."

"I'll see you later..."

She walked towards the main entrance unaware of the curious eyes following her and muttering about the scene they'd just witnessed. Right now, it felt that the odds were leaning towards a Harry-Mel relationship happening really soon.

She was so distressed over the wild butterflies in her stomach that she didn't notice the figure next to her walking at the same pace.

"You know," Erick began. "I really should mind my own business, but what the hell is taking you so long?"

Mel looked up at him and stopped. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Harry," He rolled his eyes. "I thought that you would melt at his feet right away and yet here you are, single and yearning."

"You're a bit too cynic for your own good, you know that?" Mel frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"I promised I'd come to see you play," He raised a brow. "Am I right, though? Has he asked you to get back together? You guys used to be great—As soon as you started dating the fighting stopped, which is quite the opposite to what happened when we started dating—"

"You came to watch my game?" Mel asked in genuine surprise, deciding to ignore the rest.

"What, can't I support my friends?" He teased. "I mean, we broke things off but I never said I wanted to stop talking to you?"

"I never said that either," The girl replied promptly. He hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with his friends since he'd been studying for his N.E.W.T.S, it was nice to see him out of the library for a change. "Thank you for coming."

"I really do hope you win, I'm looking forward to my last school party..." He smiled.

"Look at you, attending parties," Mel teased.

"Well, the year's almost over and I find myself missing the lions' chaotic fun... I have to experience it while I still can."

"I still don't get why I'm the one playing seeker," Ginny sighed.

"Because you're smaller than Harry and I, which makes you the same size as Cho and that's an advantage. I'm much too tall and –let's face it– bigger than Cho. You're the best option."

"But you have a Firebolt!"

"Which I'll use wisely to fly around the field and throw bludgers as fast as I can," Mel assured her.

Ginny complained under her breath, then added. "Harry must be miserable right now, he really wanted to play..."

"I'm not saying it's his fault, but he certainly needed the scolding..."

"You should be on his side," She smirked. "You're his best friend."

"I'm his friend, not his admirer," Mel snorted.

"And that's all you want to be?"

Mel stopped and looked at her, Ginny had an odd expression on her face.

"What do you mean?"

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Katie was faster.

"Okay everyone, gather 'round!"

Katie, being the oldest teammate playing for Gryffindor, stood up to give the speech usually the Captain was supposed to deliver.

"I'm glad I got to play with all of you," She said. " Oliver would've been proud of this team as much as Harry is, and that's the highest compliment I can give you."

"That's very sweet, Katie," Mel smiled.

"Let's have fun!" Ginny exclaimed encouragingly.

The team erupted into cheers and happily ran out of the dressing room. Ginny stopped for a moment in front of her.

"Whatever you decide, Mellow," She said. "Just remember to put yourself first. Love yourself first."

The redhead pulled her in for a tight hug that she returned, a bit taken by surprise by her words. Only Mel and Ron remained, they exchanged a look.

"If we lose because of me," He told her, "kill me."

Mel laughed, it came out louder than expected, perhaps she was more nervous than she thought.

"If we lose, I think we should give Harry the opportunity to kill us himself."

Having no Captain her teammates' silently chose her as the backup, maybe they thought that since she'd been spending lots of time with Harry she'd know more about his tactics, and in a way she did. Ron also knew them, but he was looking rather greenish and unwilling to speak.

Mel suddenly had a newfound respect for Captains, they had to keep an eye on everything at all times. Luckily for her, Harry had done a great job, her teammates knew what to do by themselves and Ron was slowly gaining back his normal colour, by the time the game was at its highest, most interesting point, Mel was feeling pretty much like last year: utterly unstoppable.

Ron stopped one goal after another, the Chasers were wonderful and Jimmy was simply amazing. Everything was going so well that by the time Ginny caught the snitch, the euphoria was overwhelmingly good.

Dumbledore handed the Cup to Mel and she quickly passed it over to the Weasleys, they were the real stars of the game. Ginny and Ron were carried back to the castle, both beaming with pride.

Erick followed them back to the tower, Hermione forgot she was mad at Mel, she hugged her and congratulated her on the way she'd handled the team. When Mel said she had no idea why the others had picked her as Captain, Hermione looked at her with her characteristic exasperation.

"You've changed, Mel. Ever since you became an animagus you have this energy... it's really powerful—and they remember what you did to Cormac when he got on your nerves."

Mel did feel powerful, but knowing that the others could feel it too was shocking. She quickly forgot all about it though, Harry arrived then and as soon as he saw Ron and Erick his face lit up. Mel caught sight of Ginny rushing past the crowd to get to Harry, the same excited expression as her brother illuminating her face. They hugged tightly, Ginny started to talk about the match animatedly and pointed to where Hermione and she were standing.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Hermione asked.

Mel stared at her, she didn't even bother to ask how she knew what she was thinking.

"One day I will. Right now we should just enjoy the party."

"You think he'll wait that long?" Hermione grinned, both girls looked back at the dark-haired boy, who was waving at them enthusiastically.

"What about Ron?" She grinned, grabbing Hermione's hand and guiding her towards the boys. "Bet five galleons you end up snogging him tonight."

Hermione chortled.

"I don't have five galleons! And I know better than to bet against you—there are no dares you can't win."

Mel didn't know how did she manage to act like everything was fine for the rest of the term. Only divine intervention could've been responsible for such a thing; that and a strong will. She considered it a particularly cruel joke that Erick had been the real-life prince she'd been waiting for her whole life, yet once she had him she realized the secretive, mysterious type wasn't at all what she wanted.

She wanted Harry.

Of course, that would never matter if they didn't kill Voldemort.

Great, now she was depressed.

"Look at that!" Hermione's angry voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Look at the picture!"

"So?" Harry asked without much interest.

"Her name was Eileen Prince. Prince, Harry."

Ron handed the picture to Mel, who examined it sleepily. Harry burst out laughing.

"No way!"

"What?"

"You think she was the Half-Blood..? Oh, come on."

"Well, why not? Harry, there aren't any real princes in the Wizarding world! It's either a nickname, a made-up title somebody's given themselves, or it could be their actual name, couldn't it? No, listen! If, say, her father was a wizard whose surname was Prince, and her mother was a Muggle, then that would make her a 'half-blood Prince'!"

"Yeah, very ingenious, Hermione..."

"But it would! Maybe she was proud of being half a Prince! Mel, help me with this!"

"Well," She passed the picture back to Ron and sat up. "If you can prove Eileen was a student around the same time Harry's book was printed, I'll believe you."

"Listen, I can tell it's not a girl," Harry shook his head with amusement. "I can just tell."

"The truth is that you don't think a girl would have been clever enough," Hermione retorted.

"How can I have hung round with you for years and not think girls are clever?" Harry frowned. "It's the way he writes, I just know the Prince was a bloke, I can tell. Well, unless Eileen had the same terrible handwriting Mel has."

Mel showed him her middle finger, Harry laughed again.

"This girl hasn't got anything to do with it. Where did you get this anyway?"

"The library. There's a whole collection of old Prophets up there. Well, I'm going to find out more about Eileen Prince if I can."

"Enjoy yourself," said Harry. "Tell Erick we say hi..."

"I will," said Hermione, standing up abruptly and rushing over to the portrait. "And the first place I'll look, by the way, is records of old Potions awards!"

Mel let out a short sigh and fell back on the couch, her legs hanging from the armrest.

"She's just never got over you outperforming her in Potions," said Ron.

"You don't think I'm mad, wanting that book back, do you?"

"'Course not! He was a genius, the Prince. Anyway... without his bezoar tip... I wouldn't be here to discuss it, would I?"

"I'm pretty sure I would've known it, I pay attention in class unlike you two," Mel said sleepily. "But carry on, King..."

"I mean, I'm not saying that spell Harry used on Malfoy was great—"

"Nor am I!"

"But he healed all right, didn't he? Back on his feet in no time."

"Yeah, thanks to Snape..."

"You still got detention with Snape this Saturday?"

"Yeah, and the Saturday after that, and the Saturday after that... And he's hinting now that if I don't get all the boxes done by the end of term, we'll carry on next year."

"That's a tragedy," She yawned. "And here I was thinking Draco had gotten the worse deal!" Harry threw a cushion at her face. "Ouch! Can't I take a nap in peace!"

"If you want to sleep then shut up," He replied.

Mel mumbled an insult and turned around, she must've been really tired, because next thing she remembers is meeting Ron's blue eyes staring down at her with amusement.

"Feeling better?" He grinned.

"What time is it?" She asked groggily.

"Hasn't been that long, about twenty minutes since you passed out — Harry left to see Dumbledore."

"What?" She sat up. "And he didn't tell me?"

Ron sat down next to her, nudging her shoulder so they could fit better on the couch.

"You finished your lessons, right? You don't need to go. Besides, you looked exhausted so he didn't want to wake you."

"And you woke me up anyway?" Mel smiled. "I didn't know you liked the sound of my voice that much."

"You wish," He snorted. "No, I woke you to see if you'd like to play chess."

"You know I'm terrible at it."

"C'mon, how are you going to get better if you don't practice?"

"You just like winning."

Ron smirked. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy teaching you."

Two minutes later they were ready to play.

"So," He started, moving one of his pieces. "You and Harry are back to being good friends and all, but you still like him, don't you?"

"Nosy much," She scoffed. "We're just friends."

He shifted awkwardly in his place. "I don't want you to start arguing again like you did last year..."

"That's not gonna happen this time."

"Are you sure?" He asked. "Not that I'm wishing that to happen! But you guys are so weird..."

Mel sighed heavily, Ron was the only one in the group that didn't know her history with Harry, perhaps it was time to tell him.

"Two years ago Harry broke up with me," She said, pushing her pawn forward. "That's why we stopped talking."

Ron's brain seemed to explode at the revelation.

"You... but you never... you... kissed?"

"Yes?" Mel raised a brow.

"Wow... It makes sense now," Ron said. "You being all gross and touchy and then yelling at each other over stupid stuff — You were angry because he'd broken up with you!"

"Sort of."

"But you dated my brother!" Ron continued in a loud voice. "So you couldn't have liked Harry that much, could you?"

"Would you calm yourself down?"

"You hid all that for two years? How are you not dead?"

Mel frowned, but she was starting to feel the urge to giggle.

"I suppose I'm a strong lady."

"Bet you are," Ron shook his head. "Blimey..."

"Harry never told you about it?"

"Well, you know how it is," The boy shrugged. "Us blokes don't speak about feelings much, do we? I asked him once why he was snogging Cho when I thought he'd liked you for years... He said that it was time to move on, but he didn't look happy—Harry was still into you."

"You saw it with your magical ability to notice these kinds of things?" Mel teased.

"I knew because he would look at you like he wanted to keep you locked away in his trunk... but he doesn't look at you that way now."

"How romantic," She joked, but there was an icky feeling in her chest. "How does he look at me now?"

"Well, like he's in love," He shrugged again.

Mel watched him carefully, Ron was no longer a lanky little boy, a tad insecure still, but now he was young a man, and he was her brother. He'd always been understanding with her, she wondered why she hadn't tried to talk to him about this before.

"Harry and I are friends... but I do have feelings for him," She admitted shyly.

"Knew it," He moved his knight. "Still think it's gross."

Mel snorted, Ron's knight obliterated her pawn.

"...You think it's a good idea?" She questioned. "With the lifeline and all... I don't know what to do."

Ron scratched his ear. "Dunno, if it makes you happy then why is it bad?"

"I just know that it has been a hard couple of years, but I don't regret ever falling for Harry..." She groaned, "still, what your sister told me the other day, about choosing myself... if I were to do that then I would have to stay away from him."

"I love my sister," Ron stared at her sternly. "But she's dead wrong. You can choose yourself and Harry. That's what you've been doing all this time, isn't it? Well, except these last few months you dated Erick, I guess..."

"Even then I was choosing him, in a way..." Mel sighed. "I'm scared I'll mess it up, Ron."

"C'mon Mel, Harry's a good bloke! Anyway, if he knows what's good for him he won't upset my best friend."

"Your best friend? What about Hermione?" She teased. "Is she not your best friend?"

"Well," Ron grinned, "she's something."

"Of course," Mel laughed.

After a brutal defeat (Mel lost three times in a row), talking about the Quidditch final, homework, and the weirdest dreams they'd had that week, Hermione walked into the common room along with Erick. He was a fan of spending his afternoons in the tower lately, said the sunny view was a nice change.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Just stuff," Mel sent a knowing grin towards Ron. "Harry got a note from Dumbledore, have you seen him?"

"Ohh!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "You think... you think he found a new... you know..."

Erick frowned, they hadn't told him about the Horcruxes. Mel didn't have the chance to tell him about her adventure with Harry all those weeks ago.

"Maybe," Mel shrugged, "we have to wait and see..."

Just as she was finishing her sentence Harry walked through the portrait with a strange look on his face.

"What does he want?" Hermione took a better look at their friend. "Harry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," He walked past them in a hurry and went upstairs, the group fell silent until he came back. "I've got to be quick, Dumbledore thinks I'm getting my Invisibility Cloak. Listen, he found one. So we're going to get it right now, but when I was on my way to his office I ran into Professor Trelawney and she said something about entering the room of Requirement and hearing someone shouting in joy, a man. You see what this means?"

They stared at him in silent confusion, Harry didn't wait for a reply.

"Dumbledore won't be here tonight, so Malfoy's going to have another clear shot at whatever he's up to. No, listen to me! I know it was Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Here — You've got to watch him and you've got to watch Snape too. Use anyone else who you can rustle up from the D.A., those contact Galleons will still work, right? Dumbledore says he's put extra protection in the school, but if Snape's involved, he'll know what Dumbledore's protection is, and how to avoid it — but he won't be expecting you lot to be on the watch, will he?"

"Harry —"

"I haven't got time to argue," Harry groaned. "Take this as well —"

"Thanks," Ron looked down at his hand. "Er — why do I need socks?"

"You need what's wrapped in them, it's the Felix Felicis. Mel, I think it'd be great if you get yours too. Share it between yourselves. I'd better go, Dumbledore's waiting —"

"No!" said Hermione, looking down at the potion with horror. "We don't want it, you take it, who knows what you're going to be facing?"

"Hermione's right," Mel said, she'd memorized Harry's instructions and was trying to think of how many people she could gather without making a fuss. "You'll be risking your life out there —"

"I'll be fine, I'll be with Dumbledore," Harry told her, brushing the subject aside. "I want to know you lot are okay... Don't look like that, I'll see you later..."

He didn't give Mel another chance to speak.

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Better Late than Never | Lee Jeno

[The title lowkey goes with the story but not really lmao]

Summary: The reader is late for a school field trip. Once getting on the bus, they have no choice but to sit in the last seat available, next to ‘No-fun’ Jeno

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: a bit of swearing

Honestly, you weren’t the biggest fan of running. It was literally too much effort just to get to a place quicker than usual. For that reason, you always planned everything beforehand and got used to getting places earlier. It was a simple solution. Today was a different story.

Usually, getting to school wasn’t a huge problem. Your body clock always woke you up on time and you had your phone’s alarm just in case but for some reason, on this day of all days, your body somehow ignored both your mental and real alarm and decided to sleep in for two extra hours. Now you were running around the house stressed about fixing yourself and your lunch. Today was the day of a very relevant field trip that your teacher had constantly reminded your class even two months before date, and now you were running late. You mentally smacked yourself as you hurriedly got ready. The walk to your school was about 10 minutes, so that could easily turn into a 5 minute sprint.

Turning your head towards a clock in your kitchen, your eyes widened at the time. The bus for the trip would leave at 7 and it was 6:50. A string of swears left your mouth as you stuck on whatever pair of shoes was sitting outside of the closet, grabbed your house keys and practically flew through the door. There was no time to waste.

The beat of your heart started to pick up in pace just as your feet did. Your bag bounced up and down as you briskly passed every house on your block. Turning left, you tightened your grip on your phone and checked the time on it for reassurance. 6:55. Shit. For some damn reason, your legs automatically started quickening as if they knew that you were in need for the speed. You felt like fucking Dash from the Incredibles.

In a matter of minutes, you began to see a clear view of your school and the travel bus sitting by the front steps. Your biology teacher waited at the front of the bus staring you down as if she knew which direction you lived. On her face was a blunt expressions of you’re fucking late and you returned it with the look that said I know I’m sorry.

When you finally got to the bus, you hopped on and quickly apologized to your entire class for running late when you all could’ve left earlier for the 2 hour bus ride. No one really cared though. They just continued their conversations with the people around them.

Your eyes wandered around the bus in search for your friends. A small appeared on your lips before pressing them into a thin line. There were no seats anywhere near your friends. There were barely any seats. The only one left that was not beside the teacher was beside Lee Jeno.

A sigh escaped your lips. Great, you thought, The only seat left is beside ‘no fun’ Jeno. Two hours of pure nothing. And you sure didn’t want to sit near your teacher either. The soles of your shoes squeaked as you approached the seat which was near the back. Jeno hadn’t noticed you approaching yet as he was immersed with something on his phone.

“Mind if I sit here?” You questioned quietly, “There aren’t any seats left.” The tips of your fingers ran over the rough straps of your backpack multiple times. You seriously did not want to sit beside the teacher for two hours.

“Sure I don’t mind,” he answered dully. His eyes didn’t even leave the screen so you were sure he had no idea who he was even speaking to.

You let out another huff and tossed your bag into the storage on top. The seat sunk as you plopped down into it, phone and earphones in hand. Almost as soon as you sat, the bus driver had started the vehicle and immediately began driving. There was many conversations going on, basically one happening in each row of seats, all except for yours and Jeno’s. You didn’t mean it but you gritted your teeth angrily. Sure, you and Jeno weren’t close friends or have you guys even spoken outside of school, but small talk wouldn’t hurt at all.

You found your eyes drifting towards his direction and found him just listening to his music as he stared out the window. You figured his friends weren’t in this class because literally no one had tried to speak to him yet or had tried to communicate with him unlike your friends who had made a few hand signals at you a few minutes before. Biting your bottom lip, you decided to follow him and listen to your own music. It will probably help the time pass a bit.

Choosing a slow song playlist, you rested your head against the seat’s headrest and closed your eyes.

If it weren’t for your one earbud falling out of your ear, you wouldn’t have woken up in a confused and exhausted state. Your head was comfortably on Jeno’s shoulder and you found that he had laid your sweater over your shoulders and arms so you hadn’t gotten cold.

Startled, you jolted and sat up, “Shit I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” You felt your cheeks warm up from embarrassment as you couldn’t bring yourself to making straight eye contact with him.

He smiled widely, his eyes turning into crescents. You felt yourself blush even harder. What the hell this isn’t like you stop blushing. He took out one of his earbuds and spoke, “It’s okay, I promise. I would’ve shaken your head off of my shoulder if I didn’t like it, you know.” He let out a small laugh and held a thumbs up.

“Wait what time is it? How long ’til we get to the destination?” You looked around still trying to take in what had just happened.

“It’s only eight o’ three so about fifty more minutes,” he replied. You groaned and sat back. Are you fucking serious?

“I feel you,” he chuckled. He paused his music and wrapped his earphones around his phone, “Do you want to play a game for the rest of the ride? I’m getting bored of listening to music.” You looked at him surprised, hopefully not noticing how shocked you were.

“Sure what game? I have nothing planned,” you answered, wrapping your own earphones around your phone.

“How about would you rather? I always play it with my friends,” he suggested, “If not, I have nothing else.”

“Sure, but you start,” you turned your body so that you were cross legged in your seat and facing him.

He raised an eyebrow and let out small hum, almost deep in thought. Jeno’s face relaxed as he finally thought of one.

“Would you rather end every sentence with ‘just joking’ or start every sentence with ‘hey idiot’?”

There was a short silence between the two of you as you fell deep in thought.

“The first one, no one would take me seriously if I said just joking after everything,” you replied, “And what if somebody failed a test or something and you’re trying to comfort them? You’d be like, ‘yo it’s alright, you can do better next time, just joking.’”

Jeno bursted out laughing, covering his mouth at the realization at how loud he suddenly was, “You wouldn’t be able to compliment someone either… How about the ‘hey idiot’ one?”

“I don’t know, I mean, ‘Hey idiot, you can do better next time,’ sounds a lot more better than the other one,” you laughed.

The game continued, occasionally falling into a different topic after each decision that had to be made. Near the end of the bus ride, you seriously asked yourself why everyone called him ‘no fun’ Jeno when he was the seriously complete opposite. It could be a nickname from those who hadn’t taken time to get to know him. Any reason, they were wrong.

“Here.” You found his phone being shoved into your hands. It was already unlocked and the messages app was open.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Huh?” You looked up at him still confused but he looked back at you with the same smile almost an hour earlier.

“O-oh, I was wondering if you could give me your number… I had fun during the ride,” he lowered his head shyly and kept his attention on his phone, “And if you wanted to play a different game back, maybe like 20 questions or chopsticks.”

You almost gasped out loud before nodding, “Of course.” Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you inputted your number. You sent yourself a smiley face and handed the phone back to Jeno. You hadn’t thought that being late would benefit you at all.

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