#its taken me over 18 hours ro do this one

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Serendipity

chapter eleven

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): fighting, mentions blood, more angst lol

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The three of you sit in varying states of unrest beside Ron's hospital bed.

Hermione was still gripping his hand, as if her touch would entice him to wake up; Ginny was throwing a ball against the nearest wall as she quietly chatted to Mione, ignoring the glares of annoyance from the matron every time her ball made a thwack sound against the stone; you were sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs, a copy of 'Mythical Lore' in your lap, your eyes darting to and from Ron's chest to check that he was still breathing. Harry was Merlin knows where, but you knew he'd be back soon, never willing to leave his friends in distress for too long.

It had been like this for hours. Your tears had dried up and your anger had simmered away slowly; all that was left was the hollow feeling of helplessness and despair as you sat there.

Helpless against the poison that was slowly leaving Ron's bloodstream.

Helpless against forces that harmed your friends.

Helpless to whatever was happening to you.

A monster is what you were. A mythical, dangerous monster. Your gut churned with unease.

The somewhat peaceful atmosphere was interrupted as the doors to the Hospital Wing behind you burst open in a flurry that alerted Madame Pomfrey instantly.

"What is the meaning of this?" she said to whoever had appeared in the doorway. You swivelled in your seat to see, noting Ginny's incredulous look and Hermione's annoyed one, which could only mean one thing.

"Where is my Won-Won?" the squeaky voice of Lavender Brown sliced through the calm. "Cormac McClaggen told me he was here but I didn't believe him."

Madame Pomfrey tutted at her dramatics and pointed the girl in the direction of where you were all sat. You tensed at the blazing heat simmering in Lavender's eyes as she looked between Hermione's hand in Ron's.

"Y'alright Brown?" you say with a grimaced smile, discontent with the fact that you knew the other two wouldn't dare to speak. "Ron's been out for a few hours. Should be cognisant properly in a week's time."

Apparently you'd taken to snarky remarks to cover up your terror at the fact that he had not so much as stirred from his dreamless sleep. She turns to you then, her features betraying how worried she was for her boyfriend, but she had let jealousy rear its ugly head.

"And what is she doing here?" she hisses, pointedly looking at Hermione as you and Ginny share bewildered looks.

"Well-" you say, awkwardly glancing between the girls, "Well they're friends aren't they?"

"Yes well, you're friends with Theodore Nott, but it's so obvious that you're fucking each other behind closed doors." she snaps and you gape at her in disbelief. "Forgive me if I don't think that Granger's intentions are any less pure."

"I am not fucking Theodore." you jibe, throwing a whithering glare at Ginny who had let out a loud snort at Lavender's self assured statement.

"I've been friends with him for longer than he knew of your existence." Mione snapped, not letting go of Ron's hand, scowling as Lavender lets out a catty laugh.

"You're joking right? The two of you haven't had a civil conversation in weeks. But I suppose you want to make up with him now that he's all interesting." she says shrilly and its Ginny who whirls on her this time.

"You call being poisoned interesting? Are you that dim?" she questions and Lavender's resolve jostles only slightly.

Suddenly, Ron's features contort in discontent.

"Oh look at that." Lavender says smugly, eyes flicking to Hermione's grimacing face. "He senses my presence."

You yelp as she practically shoves you away from where you are sat, leaning over to peak at her boyfriend's face as it twitches with his dreams. He begins to mumble something that you can't make out and Lavender begins to encourage him to speak up, as if he'd be able to hear her.

You just stare at the back of the girl's head in annoyance until she staggers away, mouth agape with shock. You're confused until you hear it for yourself.

"Her- Mione. Mione. Mione." he chants her name like a siren's song.

Hermione smiles gently and her thumbs caresses his hand softly as he continues to mumble incoherently in his sleep. Lavender lets out a broken exhale and promptly flees the ward. You pity her in that moment. Not even the most incorrigible of people deserve that kind of betrayal.

The three of you are silent as you watch Ron. But he's sound asleep again. Still, as if it had been a combined figment of your imaginations. You stand to make the matron aware of this development, playfully shoving Ginny away as she taunts you.

"I can't believe she thought you and Nott are fucking." she laughed. "Unbelievable."

"Shut up." you berate her and she lets out a giggle before replying in a barely hidden whisper.

"Wrong Slytherin Prince, right?"

She smirks as you throw up a middle finger towards her as you reach the matron's office on the other end of the Hospital Wing.

~∞~

Somehow you've mastered the accute art of stealth.

In the week that has passed, you have managed to drift through the castle halls without so much as crossing paths with any of the Slytherin group. Partly due to the fact that you spent your time in the Hospital Wing with a near-cognisant Ron, in classes or in your dorm. You didn't dare go to the Room of Requirement or the library and you were eternally grateful that it was not your week to do the nightly Patrols.

Ancient Runes proved to be a difficult feat, but you somehow coerced a fellow Ravenclaw to switch seats with you in exchange for completing the next essay so that they could focus on training for the quidditch match at the end of the week. Under normal circumstances you would've abhorred the idea of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You could feel his eyes practically burning holes to the back of your head in all your shared classes, and you felt him in the corridors, but you didn't dare give in. You didn't want to see him. Couldn't bare to face him.

Mattheo was restless and agitated. All week long you wouldn't so much as look at him, let alone deign to spend an ounce of time with him. He was worried.

When you slammed the common room door in his face a week ago, he had reluctantly confessed to his friends about what the two of you had discovered; each of his friends were wholly willing to help him find a way to help you, if only he could tell you the good news.

And he'd tried. He'd reached over the tether that had connected your mind to his, but each time he was met with an offensive wall of dark stone. You'd blocked him out completely, and he would've been impressed if he wasn't so desperate to hear your voice.

Now he knows how you must've felt all those weeks ago, but it's different now. Now there are feelings involved. Now he doesn't know how to cope without your snark and sarcasm.

When he found Jeremy Stretton sat in your seat in Ancient Runes he found his reigned in emotions snapping. Especially when he saw that you were sat in the front, happily chatting away to Hermione and one of the Patil twins, waiting for Professor Babbling to turn up. He doesn't know why the sight of the Chaser makes his blood boil.

Mattheo slammed his hands onto the desk, bringing his face level with Stretton's, who had looks up in startled alarm. Mattheo was seething, and he didn't particularly care that everyone was beginning to peer curiously at the scene that was beginning to unfold.

"What the fuck are you doing at my table, Stretton?" he snarled, eyes narrowing as his hands tightened around the lip of the desk.

To his credit, Jeremy shook off his stupor and looked at Mattheo obstinately.

"I'm sitting in my seat, Riddle. Problem?" the Ravenclaw chaser replied, challenge flaring in his oceanic eyes.

Mattheo's glare became venomous.

"That...is not...your seat." he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous. He could see you standing up in his peripheral, looking as if your going to intervene, but Granger stops you with a hand to your shoulder, a look of incredulity on her face. "I suggest you move, before I move you myself."

"Well actually," Stretton says with a barely there smirk, "I think you'll find that it is my seat. I don't know why it's taken her so long to do so, but Meadow practically begged me to swap and I can only oblige to her wishes."

He sees red almost instantly and Stretton's shirt collar finds its way into the clenched fists of Mattheo's hands, his hot breath fanning over the Ravenclaw's smirking face. He now knows why fury coats his every being with a tiny detail that whispered to his consciousness. Stretton had taken you to the Yule Ball two years ago. This was a product of pure jealousy as well as rage.

"Oooh did I hit a nerve?" Stretton says. "What could dear, sweet Meadow possibly see in you, Riddle?"

Mattheo doesn't register the feeling of his fist untangling from the shirt collar, until he feels the soft cartilage of Stretton's nose breaking beneath bloodied knuckles. He can vaguely hear Theodore and Pansy telling him to stop, can barely hear the sounds of people jeering and gasping at the scene. But what he does hear is your blessed voice.

"Mattheo stop it." you say, and it's like the sound brushes away the feelings clouding all his senses. He lets go of Stretton, who flops to the floor unceremoniously, but he doesn't pay him another glance. Not when you're looking at him the way you are. With bewilderment and what he thinks is unease. His breathing is ragged as he steps towards you, but you step back.

"Are you insane?" you hiss at him and to his utter horror, you turn your gaze to the blubbering boy on the floor and kneel down to help him instead.

"Jeremy?" the way you say his name with a soft tone grates through him and he's about to step towards you again, when Theodore's firm hand on his chest stops him.

"Let it go. You've already caused quite the scene brother." his voice is a gentle caress to his ears and his graciously listens to Theo who sighs in relief, pushing Mattheo out of the door, ignoring the shouts of Professor Babbling, who had just entered the classroom.

~∞~

Wordlessly, you heal Jeremy's wounds as Professor Babbling meanders in, unaware of the turmoil that had occurred only moments ago. Jeremy was hissing and cursing as your magic washed over his skin.

"You can take your godsdamned seat back, Meadow." he spat. "It's so not worth getting another beating over."

You smile grimly at him, guilt clouding your eyes. "Of course. I'm sorry, Jeremy."

"Not your fault, love." It's nearly impossible for you to hide the way the nickname makes you cringe. "Can't say I won't miss the opportunity for some extra quidditch practice though."

He bats your healing hands away as Professor Babbling stands above the two of you.

"What on Earth is going on?" she says, voice stern. "Does it have anything to do with why Masters Riddle and Nott are notably absent?"

Jeremy nods immediately at the same time that you freeze, not willing to give them up so easily. He stares at you incredulously. You clear your throat awkwardly.

"Uh, yes. Yeah." you say in a muted whisper. "But it's been sorted."

Jeremy throws you a look, which you adamantly ignore as you rise and go towards Pansy's table, taking Theo's empty seat. She doesn't so much as look your way, tense as you sit down. You close your eyes and sigh.

"Look I'm sorry that I've not spoken to you." you mumble without turning to face her.

"Ignored and neglected more like." she retorts in response. "I had no idea about Ron, Meadow. You have to believe me."

You reach over and squeeze her hand in your's. "I do believe you, Pans. I do. But it doesn't mean that the others didn't. And I-"

You're cut off by Professor Babbling's introduction to the lesson's topic, but the squeeze that Pansy's hand gives your's is all you need to know that you're both okay. And that's enough for now.

"For what it's worth," she mumbles almost imperceptibly. "You're doing an awfully good job of avoiding him. I've never seen Mattheo so ruffled."

Instead of satisfaction, that statement only brings you an aching sense of pain. And whether you do it unconsciously or not, you'll never admit, but your mental walls break down the smallest amount.

Enough for him to know that you're in as much agony as he is.

~∞~

As soon as Pansy leaves your side after you've walked out of Ancient Runes, Hermione is there immediately.

"Okay, what in Merlin's name happened in there?" she asks incredulously.

"We both know Riddle has a short fuse, Mione. It's not that abnormal to see." you retort and she gives you a disbelieving look.

"Maybe so, but it can't be just me that's noticed that he hasn't resorted in bloody fist fighting in months." Damn her and her brilliant observation skills. "And why was Stretton in your seat in the first place?"

"I asked to swap." you say with a shrug and when you don't give her the answer she's no doubt looking for, she pins you with a glare.

"You've been avoiding them all week. Parkinson, Nott and Riddle. You've spent more time with me, Ginny and Harry this week than you have all year."

"Tired of my presence already, Mione?" you say with the ghost of a smirk of your face. When she doesn't return your humour, you sigh. "I've been a little busy with visiting Ron. And maybe Harry's spiels have been getting to me."

"What?" she questions before lowering her voice. "You think they're Death Eaters?"

"I don't know what to think." you say. "But I can't talk to them. I won't."

"You spoke to Pansy, just fine earlier."

"She's not the one I'm avoiding."

A brief glance into her mind shows you that she thinks you're speaking about Theo. And while the thought of speaking to him after what he no doubt had a hand in helping orchestrate, seeing Mattheo, speaking to Mattheo, makes your heart want to drop right down to your stomach.

You can still feel the phantom of his power all this time later. Though that could just be you imagining it; you don't doubt that the brief feeling you got was exhilarating. It terrified you.

"Are you coming to see Ron after lunch?" Hermione asks as you part ways for your differing classes.

"Yeah. I'll find you in the Great Hall once I've finished Astronomy." you smile in farewell as she makes her way towards her Arithmancy lesson.

Your smile slips immediately as you turn the corner, because you find yourself trapped between a cold stone pillar, and his strong, muscled chest, his arms straining as they pin you to the hard structure. You don't look up to lock eyes, instead glaring intently at his loosened Slytherin tie.

"Hello, Princess." Mattheo spits menacingly. All he gets in response is a huff from you. "Still intent on avoiding me, are you?" he lets out a dark chuckle that sets your skin alight, and you can tell without looking that a sinister smirk paints his gorgeous face.

You feel as he sensually caresses your mind, and it has you keening into him.

Let me back in. His deep voice is demanding and assertive. At your blatent refusal he growls. Why won't you let me in?

I can't. You say back, your inner voice a mere whimper in comparison to his. He tilts his head down to look at you, chasing your eyes with his own. He can feel your fear and self hatred like it was highlighted in bold colours for all to see.

"What are you so afraid of, darling?" he asks out loud in a low and raspy tone that makes you melt. Your eyes shut on instinct, squeezing away the light until your dizzy.

"I'm going to be late for Astronomy." you say, deflecting and he scoffs, pushing you further into the wall.

"It's barely eleven o'clock. I'm sure you're not going to miss a change in star pattern any time soon."

"That's not even the point and you know it." you argue, trying in vain to evade his strong hold.

"Stop avoiding us. Stop avoiding me." he begs. "Do you know how insufferable Teddy has been?"

"What a horrible thing to say about your best friend." you retort halfheartedly. But Mattheo is only partially glad that you're returning his words with quips of sarcasm. He sighs.

"I don't blame you for what happened in my dorm, love." Unlike how you cringed away from Stretton, your heart sings at the nickname. "'S not your fault."

"I could've drained you to death, Théo." you say quietly, and his face heats at the shortened nickname. One that he had not heard in years, since the passing of Theodore's mother. "I don't know how you can stand to be around me."

You're still evading his eye contact, so he lifts a hand from the wall and gently cradles your chin, moving your gaze to his; bloody knuckles contrasting with the smoothness of your skin.

"You're not a monster." he says resolutely, like he truely believes it. "You never have been, and you never will be. Not to me, not to my friends, not to your friends, either."

Your brow furrows and your eyes line with unshed tears.

"I went to Dumbledore." you say and he stills. "After I left your common room. I went to him and he said I was a weapon. Because I can detect certain magical objects and people."

Mattheo's body lit up with fury again. You were not a weapon to be used and discarded. No, you were a person who did not belong on the frontlines of war.

"And what did you say to that?" he asks you, onyx eyes narrowed in anger that was not directed your way.

"I told him that I didn't know how to control it. That I wasn't interested in being fated to die." you say, and it feels good to talk about things you're too afraid to speak to your friends about. "I asked him to grant you all safety too."

At this, Mattheo's gaze snaps right to your own. Incredulity lacing his features. "Why would you do that?"

"He could see right through my shield." you defend yourself at his tone. "He refused anyhow. Said you had to ask for yourselves, and he knows that you won't."

He admired your ire for his friends. But he almost winces at the glare you send his way.

"You knew that he wouldn't help any of you no matter when or how I asked. Didn't you?" you couldn't believe him.

"You learn to expect nothing less from the people who expect nothing but bad intentions from you, sweetheart." he replied with a shrug. "Though I wish they'd help the others, no matter if they associate with me or not."

His face is dark as he lets you go. But you don't move away. Instead you tilt your head and stare up at him, eyes moving across his features: from his onyx eyes framed by gloriously long lashes; to the bridge of his nose, crooked from previous fights with a long scar stretching across the middle of it; to his perfect mouth that pouts slightly as he gazes down at you.

Keep looking at me like that and I'll take you in this very corridor. He snarls in your mind and you smirk.

Kinky. But I draw the line at exhibitionism. You pat at his hard, muscled chest and make to move away and run towards the class that you are no doubt now late for. But he stops you with a firm grip to your bicep and he spins you around to face him again.

"Tease." he mutters with his own smirk as he presses his lips to your's. It's as euphoric as the first time, and every time after that as his lips fight against your's, ultimately winning your miniature battle for dominance. You mewl into his mouth as his tongue brushes against your's, hands clawing at the hairs at the nape of his neck as he pushes you into the wall once more.

You're so lost in eachother that you don't hear them when they turn the corner. Ginny and Harry stop dead in their tracks as they stare at the two of you wide eyed. The former smirks at the thought of finally catching you out but it drops immediately when she turns to the boy beside her who is visibly fuming. And she can't steer him away fast enough to save you from his wrath.

"Shacking up with Death Eaters now, Meadow? I thought that was below you." the spitting sound of your best friend's voice breaks you from your daydream like state and you force yourself away from Mattheo's wondering mouth to gape at your two friends.

Ginny is sending you an apologetic look which you bypass in order to face the scathing eyes of Harry Potter.

"Harry-" you say, stepping out from where you're trapped between Mattheo and the wall, and you're so grateful that he doesn't keep you pinned there, instead he stands slightly infront of you, arms folded, a glare set on his face.

"Don't." Harry says, eying the way Riddle stands infront of you protectively. "All this time, I thought you were only tutoring him for Nott's sake. But, of course you just had to get in his bed, too."

The hand on his bicep is the only thing stopping Mattheo from launching at the boy.

"Watch it, Potter." he snaps, his position infront of you turning defensive.

Harry lets out an incredulous laugh; Ginny's attempts to persuade him to leave it alone, are ignored.

"I overheard you." he continues as if Mattheo had not spoken at all. "In Dumbledore's office. Begging him to help your friends."

You don't know what to say. Starstruck by his anger. But you understand why he's angry at you, and that ache burns ever brighter in your chest.

"The same friends who have tormented us, tormented you for years. How can you even ask such a thing?"

"They deserve to be helped just as much as the rest of us." you say at last, your voice quiet and on the verge of cracking with emotion. The lump in your throat gets bigger with every word you speak. "You know what it's like to grow up in an unwanted home Harry. You know that no one deserves that."

"That's not the point Meadow." he snaps and he visibly delights in the way you recoil at his words. "They're all Death Eaters. Working for his–" he points a steady finger to the boy stood beside you, "-father. Did you ever stop to think that they were buttering you up to take to him once they got wind of your powers."

You blanch at that and turn your gaze to Ginny. She gapes between the three of you and avoids Harry's eyes. "I didn't tell anyone. I promise you, Meadow." her resolute tone is the only thing grounding you to reality right now.

Harry shakes his head. "Dumbledore told me that you can siphon people's power as well as perform Occlimency. When were you going to tell us?" his anger gives way to betrayal as he looks you up and down. And the way he spits out the word 'siphon' tells you everything you need to know. He thinks you're a monster.

"I was going to tell the rest of you." you promise, not looking at Ginny again. "But only when I had a better grasp of it."

Harry scoffs and steps towards you. Rolling his eyes when Mattheo stands directly ahead of you.

"Back off Potter. If you know what's good for you."

The way his venomous lilt travels through you should make you ashamed, but it only sends sparks of arousal to your core.

Harry only looks at you from over Mattheo's shoulder, distain painting his pale face as he utters a heartbreaking sentence before he leaves, with Ginny following quickly behind him, with a silent promise to find you later and apologise for Harry's (entirely justifiable, you think) words.

"Don't go to see Ron later, and don't you dare seek us out again. I don't trust you, and I don't know if I ever will again."

Mattheo is onto you the second the pair depart, wrapping you in his arms as you collapse from the onslaught of emotion that crashes down on you.

What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? You say over and over and he does his best to comfort you, going as far as to sit against the wall, cold floor stinging against the fabric of his school trousers, cradling you into his chest.

It's okay. I'll fix it. I promise. Is all he can muster up in comfort as you crumble before his very eyes, sinking into his embrace.

~∞~

i love writing angst lol i hope you enjoyed this shortish chapter (lots of time skips im sorry)

the coming updates will probably be slow since i've gone back to uni - i have to complete three presentations and come up with a product idea and a lab report in like 5 weeks 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

i've tried to fix it and i've reported the bug but i'm still incapable of editing pretty much all of my posts (not the serendipity masterlist post though, thankfully) and its getting quite frustrating now but we move 🫡

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First Love

TattooArtist!Yoongi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 6.6k

Genre: TattooArtist!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Smut ✨

Warnings: NSFW/18+ content! (blowjob, pussy eating, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, very slight edging, dirty talk)

Summary - After creeping on his insta feed comprised only of his art, you decided that Suga is the tattoo artist for you. It’s your first time getting any work done, so it’s only natural that you’re nervous, right? Imagine how much worse it gets when you see just how attractive he is in person.

Notes: I don’t know how to make banners/headers please forgive me. I hope everyone enjoys!

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You come to slowly, blinking blearily eyes open after not getting much sleep. A groan leaves your lips, and you flop over on your bed, not ready for today to be real. Staying up all night wasn’t the best thing to do in retrospect.

Today’s the day you’re getting a tattoo, or to be exact, your first tattoo. You could already feel your nerves burning up, but you try to push them back as you roll out of bed to grab your phone. Opening up insta, you go to check over the conversation you had last week with your tattoo artist, Suga. 

You had come across his page while scrolling through the tattoo tag on Instagram, being completely blown away by his work. You’d been searching for the right artist for a while to do your piece for you. He didn’t have a single picture of himself, as it seemed to be his “work Instagram” but his art really spoke for itself. 

You wanted a floral piece with really delicate linework but also beautiful shading and maybe even a splash of color. Thinking Suga would be perfect for the piece after perusing his work, you messaged him without really thinking about it to try and set up an appointment. His bio said DMs were open for appointments, so you thought hey, there’s nothing to lose here unless he’s a giant asshole.

Suga got back to you the next day, confirming with you that he’d like to do your piece. Over the next week or so, you talked back and forth with the mysterious man about what you wanted and all the inner works of it before deciding on a date to do it. Suga had sent you a stencil of what he had mocked up, and you were absolutely head over heels in love with it the first time you saw it. 

Sighing, you figure it would be best for both parties if you smelled like daises and roses during the session. Not that you usually smelled bad, but no one can never be too prepared for close contact. You roll out of bed and get into the shower, letting the hot water run down your back. 

Washing off quickly, you get out of the tub and swiftly run through your routine to get ready. Picking up one of your most expensive and best smelling bottles of perfume, you stare at it before deciding ‘fuck it’ and douse yourself in it. It’s technically a special occasion so why not?

Sauntering out of the bathroom, you open up your closet and pick a cute outfit of shorts and a t-shirt. Suga had mentioned that it would be a good idea to dress comfortably as your piece would likely take a few hours to get done. Adding a few accessories into the mix, you glance into the mirror before nodding before heading out of the room. 

You slink into the kitchen to eat a quick meal, also heeding your tattoo artists warning about making sure to be fed and well hydrated. You can only imagine how embarrassing it would be to faint or something in front of Suga and all the other artists. After talking to him for the past week, you don’t think he would be mean about it, but its still precious time taken away from the both of you.

Putting the dishes in the sink, you stop by your couch quickly ro pick up your purse, making sure all your cash is still there. Peeking at the clock, it reads 1:50 so you have to get going. Pulling a deep breath in and letting it out, you walk out your front entrance and make your way to the car. You;ll probably just listen to the radio to try and calm down on the way there.

You park, resting your forehead against the wheel and pulling the keys out of the ignition. Glancing toward the clock on the dash, you see the light blinking back 2:10. Pondering briefly if there were anyway to get a tattoo without needles involved, you decide just to suck it up and get out of the car. 

The building itself looks modern with the words “First Love” scrawled across the front. You wander into the shop, peeking around as you walk over to the front desk slowly. There’s a man standing there, relatively muscles but with a friendly boyish face. He smiles at you, his front teeth jutting out a tad and you feel yourself calm slightly. 

“Um, hi I’m Y/N. I have appointment with Suga for 2:30.” The man nods and introduces himself as Jungkook before telling you to take a seat in the waiting area. You’re a little early, so you know you’ll have time to look around. Jungkook gets up and heads to the back while you drift towards the front again. There are a few binders filled with the artists work sitting on the coffee table in the waiting area, and you grab it to peek through as you wait. 

It’s filled with such beautiful work from all the artists, but of course Suga’s work is the most striking to you. His pieces are all so delicate yet detailed, making great use of the grayscale color pallet with subtle splashes of color here and there, exactly what you’re looking for. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll do amazing work for you. 

The door opens again, and you see Jungkook make his way out, opting to come over to you instead of the reception desk. He plops down on the couch opposite to you, grin on his face. Raising an eyebrow, you give him all of your attention.

“He’s real excited to work on your piece, you know? Keeps going on about a delicate little tat for a pretty client.” You blink owlishly, shocked to hear the words. You suppose Suga could have checked you out on insta, it was your persona account, and it wasn’t set to private. Choosing to ignore that part specifically, you acknowledge the rest.

“I’m glad he’s excited to do my tattoo for me. He’s so talented, I couldn’t ask for anything more for my first tattoo…” Jungkook nods, observing you quietly before standing up. He walks over and to the water dispenser against the wall, fills a cup up, and brings it to you. You grab it while he pats your shoulder once, a show of reassurance.

“I can tell you’re nervous. There’s really nothing to worry about. Suga will be nice and gentle with you, especially because it’s your first time.” The inuendo is clear, and you scoff while he laughs, making his way back to his desk. You try and settle back into your spot, praying that your nerves won’t eat you alive.

Before long, there’s some rummaging around from the back before light footsteps start to approach. You sit up, placing the art book back onto the table as you glance to the door. It opens slowly before a slim man slips through before looking outward.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you glance over him. He looks around until his catlike eyes land on you and his lips curve upwards slightly. His face is round and defined, with high cheekbones and pretty pink lips. There’s a bar going through his eyebrow, a little ball below his lip, and a ring looped though his nose. 

You feel your jaw drop slightly as you run our eyes down his body to see all the beautiful artwork on him. His arms are covered in intricate tattoos that you can see leading into his chest through his thin white tank. Tattoos are also peeking around his neck and oh my god he’s so hot. He’s so good looking. You had imagined what he would look like a few times but never came up with something as stunning as he actually is.  

You stand and start to shuffle over to him, trying your best to control all the unladylike thoughts you’re having. He moves in closer as well and holds out his hand as he says your name. It’s so big, and veiny and pretty and holy shit the sound you just let out was so ugly. Giving it a little shake, you quickly pull your hand back and look down, confirming that it’s you. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you! I’m super excited to work in your piece.” You nod a little, avoiding his gaze as your face heats up. It was just your luck that the man you’d be spending the next few hours with would be a god-like human. This day honestly couldn’t get any better (or worse?). He turns and tells you to follow him, making his way toward the back.

There’s a snort to your right and you whip your head to look over. Jungkook’s looking back at you, small smirk on his face. He glances quickly at Suga’s retreating back, then at you before raising his eyebrows slowly. Shaking your head a little, you mouth at him to be quiet and make haste to meet up with Suga. A laugh echoes behind you.

Suga opens up the door and leads you to his area and it looks pretty much like you thought it would. There’s a decent amount of different artwork hanging on the walls with a few other personal items. He instructs you come with him the side of the room before he wanders over to a desk. 

Taking out the stencil, he shows it to you one last time, and you’re reminded again why you wanted him to do your tattoo. The design is so pretty and your grin so big at it, your hand coming up to graze at it slowly before confirming that you love it. 

“This is your first tattoo, right?” He leans forward a little to look down at you as you nod again. He feels you to follow him to the rest in the middle of the room before asking if you’re worried about anything in particular. 

“I’m a big girl, I can handle a needle stabbing me like a billion times a second.” Suga’s mouth twitches up slightly but he’s schools himself, not wanting to look like he’s laughing at you. His big yummy hand comes up and pats at the tattoo chair and you sit down with a little huff. 

“It’s completely understandable that you’re nervous. I promise you that nothing bad will happen…. Well, you could pass out, but you probably won’t since you’re a big girl huh?” You give him a wide-eyed look and feel your face flush as he chuckles before patting your knee comfortingly. He wheels himself over to a large table and grabs the stencil of your piece and you immediately grow excited. 

The silver haired man gives you a little grin before wheeling himself back over and grabbing your arm, laying the stencil carefully down on your skin. It fits perfectly on the underside of your arm, spanning nearly from elbow to wrist. 

“Looks like we have a perfect fit! We can get started without any hassle now.” He makes sure he has all the ink he needs, mostly black as that what your piece will be made up of mostly. You spot some soft pinks and greens and smile while thinking shout the final product. 

He dips in before bringing the tattoo fun to your arm, glancing at you and smiling again before going in to start lining. You clench your jaw, surprised a little by the feeling. It doesn’t hurt necessarily, but it certainly isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Suga doesn’t even glance up before he starts talking to you. 

“It’ll help you keep your mind of it if your mind is busy. Talk to me, tell me something about yourself.” Blanking out, you try to think about something to tell him that’s not totally boring or embarrassing. You could tell him about falling up the stairs last week, or maybe about that one-time Namjoon accidentally put salt in your coffee and you spit it on him? It was a funny story…

“Ummmm… I like boba tea! It’s so good, like it’s tea but it’s cold tea and I like cold tea? And it’s got so many different flavors! My favorite is the very berry variety they have with green tea. It comes with real fruit inside of it, like a huge slice of orange, and I always get strawberry boba… I haven’t gotten to go in a long time though…” You trail off, looking over at Yoongi to see him smiling slightly while he concentrates on your arm. He looks up when you continue to be quiet, raising a brow before smiling a bit brighter, trying to encourage you. 

“Keep going, I like hearing about you.” You giggle at this, surprised the beautiful man cares enough to listen. You suppose it’s pretty normal considering he’s with his clients for extended periods of time daily, he probably knows a lot of them pretty well. Thinking for a bit, you find another subject but one of distaste this time. 

“Oh man, I have this chair! It’s so old, I’ve had it since I moved into my current apartment two years ago. I swear every time I sit in it my back breaks. I went to get a new one but then I’m like, I already have one even though it sucks ass?” Suga laughs at this, bright chuckles leaving his lips as he continues to line.  

“Get a new one. If you take any advice from me today other than about how to heal up your tat, it’s get a new chair. Your back will thank you in the end.” Agreeing wholeheartedly with his thinking, you decided after your appointment you’ll look online for something new. You ask him what color you should get, huge grin on your face. 

“Pink, you seem to like it a lot based off of what you post. Also yes, I’m admitting right now I creeped on your pictures.” A nervous giggle leaves your lips, and you glance away, focusing on anything other than him. That confirms that he has at least glanced through your insta, so maybe Jungkook wasn’t lying. It gets quiet after that, Yoongi concentrating on your piece before you have a sudden thought.

“What’s your actual name…? I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m realizing now you use Suga for a reason probably.” He shakes his head a little, finishing a few line strokes before a tiny laugh leaves his lips.

“I do use it for a reason… but you can call me Yoongi if you want beautiful.” Ignoring his compliment for the sake of your health, you focus on his name. Yoongi. It’s super fitting for him you think as you glace over his face again. You allow it to fall silent completely now, watching him work.

It’s not an awkward silence, but surprisingly comfortable. Watching the beautiful man work is almost cathartic to you, watching the tattoo gun form new permanent lines on your skin. Yoongi glances up after a while, checking in to make sure you’re doing alright. 

“You’ve been quiet… not feeling sick or lightheaded pretty girl?” If you weren’t before you are now. It’s probably not good to have so much blood rushing into your face so quickly. You shake your head and mumble that you’re good, giving a toothy smile to him. You get a gummy one in return before he goes back to work. You decide not too look at what he’s doing for the rest of the time, wanting it to be a full on surprise when he’s done.

“Alright, we’re done!” Yoongi pulls away, staring down at your arm while nodding his head, as if he’s having an inner monologue with himself. You grin at him, giving a few deep breaths before glancing down at your arm.

“Yoongi…. It’s absolutely stunning.” You feel your eyes getting wet, tearing up from the amazing work. Yoongi’s own eyes widen before he walks over to one of the desks to grab a tissue. Giving a small smile, he hands it to you gently.

“I’m glad you like it. It really suits you.” You can only agree, gazing at the beautiful flowers and linework put into the tattoo. It’s more than clear that Yoongi took his time with it, every stroke made with care. Meandering around, he grabs a few things, you’re not really sure what, and he starts to clean and wrap up your arm. You unabashedly share at him for the duration, watching both his pretty face and long fingers. 

Yoongi slowly finishes covering your tattoo, instructing you again on how to take care of it. No direct sunlight, gently cleaning it, all that good stuff. You know you should probably leave now, but neither of you are making a move. It’s quiet then, and you both kind of just stare at each other awkwardly before he coughs. 

“I uh… do you wanna go out sometime?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You gape at him, looking like a surprised fish, and he lets out a little snort. For the millionth time you blush, but hastily nod your head.

“I would love to! Yes… please.” His usual easygoing smile sinks into a smirk, looking more than happy with your response. Something about him just makes you feel so lighthearted and happy, he’s so nice and sweet and there’s no way you’d pass up the chance. Plus, he’s a god among men with his good looks.

“How’s next Friday for you, I know it’s a little far off, but I’m pretty much booked up the rest of the week.” You tell him Friday is perfect as you have the day off completely. You go over details as you walk up front, Yoongi ringing you up for the piece as Jungkook watches with a raised eyebrow, shoved to the side.

Confirming all the details, Yoongi gives you a little wink before turning around and leaving the front. You honestly can’t believe your luck, getting such a beautiful tattoo and also the man that gave it to you. Talk about two birds with one stone. A little whistle to your right gets your attention and you glace at Jungkook, huge ass grin on his face.

“I told you so.”

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WEDNESDAY

Suga – Are you taking care of you tattoo properly?

Pretty Girl – Why yes. Is this just an excuse for you to text me?

Suga – … No.

SATURDAY

Pretty Girl – What are your thoughts on mango juice?

Suga – Mango juice?

Pretty Girl – Yes. It’s a liquid. You drink it.

Suga – Thanks for that, never would have guessed.

TUESDAY

Suga – What are your thoughts on skincare?

Pretty Girl – It’s important?

Suga – So if I were to be wearing a sheet mask that makes me look like an alien that would be insanely hot and sexy?

Pretty Girl – LMAO. Idk, let me see and I’ll decide.

THURSDAY

Pretty Girl – If I were to ask you to go to a cheese factory for our date would you comply?

Suga – You get weirder by the day I swear… Yes. I would comply your highness.

Pretty Girl – Cool otherwise you’d be on some thin ass ice.

FRIDAY

You and Yoongi talking to each other off and on through texts since your appointment had kept you going. He’s so witty and sarcastic, but you’ve loved every moment of it so far. There’s a certain charm to the man, one that’s keeping your completely hooked.

You were slightly surprised that he texted you so soon, but it’s certainly didn’t hurt your feelings. It’s not like you had much to do anyway, sitting on the couch and watching Netflix for the rest of the day after. Most of the nerves you had worked up about talking to him had disappeared relatively quickly… or so you had thought.  

There’s a rapt 3 knocks in your door and you grow nervous almost instantly. You and Yoongi got on well, so there was no issue there really, but seeing him in person is a whole other thing. What worried you is how awkward you could potentially end up being on the date. Yoongi himself seems a little awkward, so maybe you can be awkward together?

Opening the door, you’re stunned into silence with how good the tattoo artist looks. It’s a casual fit, jeans, and a t-shirt with some boots, but for some reason it blows you away. Probably because all of his tattoos are out again resting beautifully against pale skin, small gummy smile on his face as he regards you.

“Hey pretty. Ready to go?” Yoongi holds out his hand to you and you take it shyly, following him out before closing the door and locking it. He’s being relatively forward, but you’re enjoying it since you’re usually fairly reserved when it comes to dating. It’s been a while since you’ve been out with someone anyway, so it’s kind of refreshing.

You pull up in front of a building that you’ve never seen before, being on a different part of tow that you usually don’t go to. It’s pretty close to where Yoongi’s shop is, so it makes sense he’d want to show you around the area. The storefront looks really bright, pretty pastel colors standing out against the building. The sign reads “Boba Palace”, and you grow excited instantly. Turning to Yoongi, you tug on his arm a little bit.

“Boba? You didn’t mention you like it too. God it’s been so long…” He just smiles at you, both of you leaving the car and him leading you towards the entrance of the building before opening the door, whispering “ladies first.” Walking in ahead of him, you’re surprised to see all the options. The place you usually go to is across town, so it’ll be nice to try something new. Yoongi comes up to your side, standing besides you while looking at the menu thoughtfully.

“Get anything you want, I’m paying.” You agree to let him do so as long as you can catch the bill next time. Looking over the menu closer, you’re at a bit of a loss on what to get. Poking Yoongi’s arm to get his attention, he leans down a little as you tilt in. You let him know that he can pick, giving him a little smile as you tilt your head to the side. He nods before starting to order for the both of you.

“Hi, I’ll have two orders of green milk tea with coconut and mango flavoring, along with strawberry boba.” He glances over you and your nod, thinking that it sounds super good. Pulling out his wallet, he plucks out a few bills before handing them to the worker. You take the time to glance him over again, looking closer at the snake wrapped around his arm, and you’re curious who he got it from because it’s so beautifully detailed. His eyes cut back to you and his lips quirk up.

Your names are called soon after for the drinks, and Yoongi grabs them before handing yours to you. You try it and are immediately impressed, it’s absolutely delightful. You tell Yoongi so and he nods his head, another thoughtful expression coming to his face.

“I thought you’d like something almost as sweet as you.” He ends it off with another wink, laughing as you turn away shyly at his remark. His new favorite pass time seems to be teasing you, but you can’t say you mind. Having his attention and getting to know him more and more is invigorating.

“I was thinking we could either sit here or maybe go walking by the river?” You snap out of your thoughts and tell him that going for a walk sounds amazing. You trek out of the store, making your way to the walking path behind the little shop. It’s super lovely looking already, surrounded by trees with the river able to be seen when peeking through.

You walk together, talking about the week ahead as you sip on your drinks. You’re still not sure if it was just a hunch on his end that you like strawberry boba, but he seems to be super perceptive, nonetheless.  It’s hot but breezy out, the wind causing the trees around you to dance. When you finish the yummy tea, you make note of a trash can not too far ahead. You decide it might be fun to challenge Yoongi to a little competition then. 

“You know how I told you I want another tattoo? If I make this shot, you have to design it for me!” He agrees instantly and you giggle at his eagerness. He’d mentioned in passing that he’d love to do more work for you, so you know it’s not a big deal to him. Standing somewhat far from the trash can, you like up the shot to the best of your ability. Tossing it hard, you frown and cry out as the wind picks up and leads the cup astray. Yoongi blinks a few times before waking over, picking it up, and throwing it in. 

“Wow, what a good shot. I’ll get started as soon as I can.” With that he turns and starts walking away, leaving you dumbfounded before a smile tufts onto your face. You call out to him, running up and grabbing his hand in yours before continuing to walk. He has such a strong presence, his charm just doesn’t seem to fade. He’s not really a god in your eyes anymore, just a man that you have a huge crush on. 

“I don’t know if it’s weird to say, but I’ve missed seeing you in person.” He squeezes your hand lightly, swinging it back and forth between you. He stops walking and you follow suit, turning to look at him, curious of his response. 

“It’s not weird. I look forward to hearing from you, even if it’s to make fun of me for the odd colored face masks I use for my skincare.” You burst out laughing, remembering the vivid conversation you had with him a while back. Yoongi seems to take his skincare very seriously, and that includes wearing tin foil like sheetmasks.

“Seriously though. This might sound cheesy but when I first saw you in person I thought you were beautiful. This date is only confirming that you’re not only stunning but have a great personality.” He’s leaning against the railing overlooking the water now and you do the same, eyes shifting to his face as he gazes out towards the water. The waters reflecting the setting sun back into his pupils, small golden crescents flitting across his gaze. 

“It’s not cheesy… You’re really something special Yoongi. I’m already looking forward to our next date. And the next. And the next…” The gummy smile is back then, his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder and pull you in. He’s unbelievably warm, not just his body but his general presence. You’re not surprised how comfortable you feel around him, the awkwardness has all melted away. You’ve been on dates before yeah, but no one’s made you feel like this so quickly.

“Already thinking about the next date huh sweetheart? Well, I’m yours whenever you want me.” Instead of flustering you for once, his words make you feel so happy. You decide then that your connection with Yoongi is undeniable and you’re ready to explore it further. You want to know him, his dreams and intricacies. You touch his cheek, turning his head to have him meet your eyes, something glinting in his. 

“I’m irresistible, aren’t I?” Rolling your eyes a little, you’re taken aback when he swoops down, lips lingering against yours for permission before you surge in fully. It’s a quick kiss, but it says a lot, Yoongi cupping your face and tilting in for further access. He pulls back slowly while watching your face, thumb dragging across your lower lip lazily. 

“Not nearly as irresistible as you though.” 

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 TIME SKIP – 8 WEEKS LATER

“Knock knock!” You call out as you enter the tattoo shop, Jungkook looking unimpressed as you make your way to the front. You lean against the counter, big grin on your face as you regard him. He puts his phone down and sighs, tilting forward in his chair slightly.

“Can I help you? We don’t usually allow loiterers.” A mock gasp escapes your lips, and you bring a hand down to lightly slap at his. A chuckle leaves his thin lips before he stands up, collecting some of his things before pinning you with a sly look.

“Yoongi should be in the back somewhere. He said he’d lock up after you go here, so I’m heading out. You two have a good night, just try not to fuck on any of my shit.” He swoops towards the front door, not letting you get a word in before he leaves. You hadn’t come with the intention of fucking your boyfriend… but hey anything can happen right?

Shaking your head a bit, you open the door to the back area and wander through, making your way over to Yoongi’s area. You spot him pretty quickly, sitting at his desk and sketching something out in one of his many journals. He hears you approaching, tuning slightly in his chair before catching sight of you, eyes lighting up.

“Hey baby, didn’t realize it was so late already…” He trails off, looking at the clock on the wall. It reads 7:56, signaling that First Love should be closing in about 4 minutes. Yoongi stands from his spot, coming over to give you a small peck on the forehead before walking past.

“I have to go lock the doors real quick. Make yourself at home!” You do just that, sitting down in his chair and swiveling around in it a few times. You notice that he’s left his notebook open and curiosity wins, so you glance over at it and feel absolutely awed. It’s another flower piece, a lot bigger in scale from the last, and you have no doubt in your mind it’s what he’s been working on for you. You trace your gingers over some of the more intricate Ares, blown away with its beauty.

“You like it?” Turning around in the chair, Yoongi’s standing at the entrance to his office, leaning against the doorframe with a gentle look on his face. Nodding a little, you can’t help but to feel your eyes get wet. It’s obvious he put a lot of work into this for you, and it blows your mind how much you actually like him. How much you enjoy being with him. How much you’re starting to trust him. It’s a scary thought, never having cared for someone in such a way… but it’s true.

“Ah come on baby, there’s no need to get teary eyed. I know you said you wanted another tattoo from me, so I just wanted to make something that would do you justice.” Standing from the chair, you rush over to him to give him the biggest hug you can muster. Resting your cheek against his chest, you mumble out your reply.

“Anything you make for me will be beautiful, of that I have no doubt…” Pausing a little, you glance up at his face to get a good look at him. He looks absolutely gorgeous, silver hair slicked back with a little kohl smudged around his eyes. You can’t really help the carnal need that takes over your mind.

You lean in, catching his lips in a kiss and he immediately responds, a tiny sound of surprise leaving his lips before he brings his hands up to your waist. He deepens it almost immediately, pulling you closer to him until the front of your body is flush to his. His hand comes up, trailing up your side and then gripping at the base of your neck, his tongue poking against your lip until your properly open up for him. Making it is nice, but you want to feel more of him, want to feel his body against yours fully.

“Can I suck your dick?” Yoongi lets out a surprised grunt, whipping his head up from your neck to look at you. He blinks a few times before standing at full height, looking down at you. You blink at him coyly, fluttering your eyelashes at him. He turns to his desk, moving a few things out of the way before regarding you again.

“Such a pretty girl wanting to suck me off? How could I say no?” Yoongi pulls his briefs off and you kind of blank out. His dick looks pretty, flushed a pink color, but your eyes widen as you look closer. A pretty piece of jewelry flashes against the head, and your mouth begins to water for some reason. Never have you had a partner with a dick piercing, but boy oh boy is it hot. Time to get more personally acquainted with it.

“It’s so pretty.” Yoongi splutters out a laugh, which turns into a slow groan as you lick at the head. The jewelry feels foreign on your tongue, but not unpleasant overall. Wrapping a hand around him delicately, you continue to leave kitten licks at his dick before doing the same from the base to the tip. You’re unable to resist the urge and take the tip into your mouth, sucking curiously at the head.

“Look at you pretty girl, taking me in your mouth so nicely.” You don’t wait long to take him deeper, his thickness stretching tour mouth out to the max. You knew it was big when you first saw it but trying to take it into your throat would be another challenge all together. Relaxing your jaw to the best of your ability, you slide him further back, humming around him before starting to bob your head back and forth. Keeping up the pace, whatever you can’t reach with your mouth you take on with your hands, jerking him off at the same time. Yoongi grabs your hair lightly, guiding your head back and forth as he lets out grunts and groans that echo off of the walls.

“You gotta stop baby, don’t want to cum yet. Let me taste you.” You halt, peering up at him before letting his dick slowly slide out of your mouth. The idea of him putting his mouth on you makes you clench, the wetness in your panties only rowing as you imagine it further. You stand, and he takes hold of your shoulders before switching places with you, pulling at your pants. You help him, pushing your pants and panties out of the way before sitting your ass on the desk.

“Spread your legs baby, wanna taste you.” You hesitantly spread your legs out, laying back against the desk as you blink at him. He gives a small chuckle, kneeling down between your legs. He taps at your thigh a little and you spread them wider, looking away from him as you feel yourself grow warmer. The silver haired man brings up his hands to your lips, slowly spreading them apart before giving a swift lick. You gasp out but try your best to keep yourself spread.

“Such a good girl. You’re so wet for me.” You preen at the praise, tossing your head back as he buries his head between your legs. His tongue laps at your core hungrily, hands gripping tightly on your thighs. He keeps this up for a while, tongue sliding hotly back and forth, licking hungrily at your wetness. He slides his hand back down to your opening, prodding gently before sinking a single digit in.

“You’re taking me in so well. Sucked me right in…” You clench around him desperately, wanting so badly to feel more of him inside of you. It’s not long before he adds a second finger into the mix, pushing them in and out of you as he continues to lap at you. You thrust your hips up towards his face, feeling your tummy start to clench as your orgasm approaches.

“Yoongi! Ah, Yoongi I’m-!” He pulls back then, huge grin on his face as you stare down at him disbelievingly. Had he really just stopped when you were about to cum? Raising up from his spot, he leans in and pecks you on the lips before removing his shirt. You stare back in awe, always blown away with how intricate and beautiful his tattoos are. The urge to trace them comes over you but you resist.

“Well come on, I can’t be the only one naked. It’s making me shy.” What a smartass. You comply with his request, removing your shirt and then your bra, leaving yourself completely bare for his eyes. He watches like a hawk, licking his lips as he roams his eyes over your naked body. Humming a little, he brings his hands to your tits and rubs his thumbs over them, making you gasp out.

“Ah Yoon, please just fuck me. Wanna feel you so bad.” Grabbing both of your legs, he brings them up over his shoulders tenderly. Grinning down at you, he leaves a small kiss on your ankle before situating you so he’s laying against your wet folds. Yoongi slides his hardness back and forth against your slit, slapping it against your heat a few times before sliding in slowly.

“This alright baby?” You nod, moaning out his name as he bottoms out. He feels so deep inside of you, stretching out your walls deliciously. You knew he was thick but you didn’t realize just how good he would feel inside of you. He thrusts in shallowly a few times, making sure you’re well adjusted, before starting to pick up the pace a bit.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby. Feel so fucking good around me.” Yoongi throws his head back in pleasure, holding you down against the desk as he thrusts deeper into your wetness. It sounds obscene, the squelching every time he drives himself forward in along with both of your moans and groans. You claw at the desk, not quite sure what to do with your hands.

“That feel good pretty? I feel good inside of you, huh?” He’s teasing you at this point, his hips quickly pushing back and forth as he thrusts inside of you. You get the feeling that he’s usually a bit of a tease, but he isn’t pulling any punches right now. His pace is brutal, and your pleasure only heightens as he drops one of your legs to bring his agile fingers down to your most sensitive spot. Your orgasm is just over the horizon now, and his is probably too with how much you teased each other.

“So good Yoon!” The coil in your stomach snaps as you feel your walls spasm tightly around Yoongi. His grunts grow louder and with a final thrust he buries himself inside of you as deeply as he can manage, a warm sensation hitting your sensitive walls. You pant, twitching slightly as you continue to grip at Yoongi’s strong inked arms.

He leans down over you, letting out a breath as he kisses your face. Once on the cheek, the forehead, the nose, and then your mouth. You giggle and return the favor, kissing his nose quickly before booping it. He looks less than impressed but you continue to laugh anyway before looking away, feeling shy suddenly.

“I really care about you a lot Yoongi…” He pulls out then, but continues to look at you in the face, his hands come up, thumbs caressing your cheeks slowly as he looks you fully in the eye. His own eyes are full of affection and warmth, and you know you said the right thing.

“You mean a lot to me too beautiful, more than you might know… Now, lets get cleaned up and relax, hm? You’ve tired me out pretty girl.”

[minshookie]

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Kim Seokjin...

“Ok well what was that out there?” He spoke ominously back turned to you. “I- we-.” Laughing at your lack of response, he cut you off. “You fucked up that’s what it was hun.”

“Come sit on the desk, I want to see you apologize for making me look like an idiot.” He spat the last part like it was disgusting on his tongue. Already in deep trouble you decided to follow directions for once.

Turing smoothly in his office chair, you could see the resentment in his eyes. “Go on.” You swallowed thickly, his angered glare drying your throat. “I’m sorry for....correcting you during today’s meeting.” He scoffed, “there was nothing to correct!”

“Jin you can’t always be right, if you took that agreement, you’d never hit anything close to pro-” “who’s the boss? Hm? Who’s name is on this desk you have your tight ass planted on?” Mistakingly you let your eyes roll out of pure annoyance.

“Well excuse me?!” He leans forward quickly out of his chair, causing you to fall opposite of him. Pens poke at your back, his name plaque digging into your arm. Evilly he grins in enjoyment. “Found your place yet?, you seem afraid...afraid I’d hit you?” Wide eyed you nod, trapped like a mouse under its predator. Every inch of confidence stripped as he glared deeply into you. “Good.” Before you could even process his statement, you were harshly distracted by his rough hand landing across your cheek. Your head turns the other way as your right cheek tingles and burns. Chuckling he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Find your place, and if you’ve forgotten it, I can help you find it...just like that,anytime.”

Min Yoongi...

Watching in envy, you pushed miscellaneous papers into the shredder. What a bitch! You saw her watching Yoongi all day just waiting for him to go to his office. So she could prance in there, thong up her ass, low cut shirt...the works.

“Yah! Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Jumping in fear , peeking down you found out what you’ve been shredding. He shoved you to the side turning off the shredder. “All those papers we needed for next week’s evaluation and review meeting...” you looked from the shredder back to him shrugging nonchalantly. Already having Somebody in your boyfriends office flirting him into hard on, the last thing you need is more work. “We’ll go fucking print some more of them.” He demanded his face stiff. Jin never liked you, maybe you’ll have Yoongi fire him.

You walked holding the last remaining sheet fully intact for reference, did Jin really think you were going to the copy room? What a dunce. Ignoring the meeting in progress light you pushed the heavy door open. “Hey y/n I’m sorry we’re in the middle of something.” You could tell he was just laughing at something a tint of red on his cheeks. Him kicking you out...this should be the other way. This hurt. “Me?” You gasped. She turned her silky hair fanning. “Y/n when we’re done I’ll come find you Alright?” She spoke a little above a whisper.“Don’t speak to me.” You glared at her walking further into the office. Obviously she’s confused about her rightful place, and Yoongi is too.

“You, get out.” She stretched her eyes looking back and forth from you to Yoongi. “Now.” “Min you can’t let her kick me out.” She scoffed, “I’ll speak to you later alright.” He smiled warmly,She got up storming from his room. “Yoongi what exactly was that?” He sat back in his chair. “A meeting.” “A meeting with what her left tit?” He closed his eyes harshly at your vulgarity. “No a meeting with your colleague about her position.” He offers the seat in front of him, gladly you take said offer.

“But what you did was uncalled for.” Laughing he leaned forward onto the table. He beacons you to follow, leaning forward you fall right into his trap upset he gripped your face making your cheeks squish. “Don’t ever come back in my office acting this way again, understood?” Nodding the best you could. “Huh? Understood?” “Yeah!” He let go leaving a ache in his wake. Before going back he reached for you again instinctively you pull back as if he was going to strike you. “Hm, I don’t treat you that harsh but I will...keep testing me.” He finished, only coming close to fix your hair.

Kim Namjoon...

Another day held the same daily routine, wake up Joon, cook breakfast, clean get dressed and head to work, work, eat lunch in Joon’s office, work,go home, and restart.

Today Joon had lunch delivered, practically throwing his money like confetti paper, much to the delight of his employees. Both of you sat on the floor of his office, enjoying the home style take out in silence. Without noticing all your attention was being absorbed by your phone. “What’s so intriguing kitten?” Your fingers stopped in their place “just texting a friend.” You looked at him through your lashes before going back to typing. He closed his take out container, he finished his meal and sneakily proceeded onto yours. Surprised by your lack of protests he spoke again.

“Oh yeah? And whose this friend?” He mumbled still chewing. “Someone I might know?” You nodded in response, unsatisfied he got up going to wash his hands in his office restroom. “Their name would be helpful y/n.” Just from his tone alone you could tell he was nearing impatience. “He works here, I’m just helping him...explaining how the log in system works he’s locked out at the moment.”

Joon no longer cared for their name and you knew it. “Oh ‘he’?” You nodded, he came drying his hands with his initialed towels. “New guy...Choi?” You looked up fully for the first time in a while. “Yeah, Soobin.” He nodded,Sitting in his desk turning to some papers. Nothing left to say you looked back down at your massages. “I’d like you to eat though, I don’t want you going hungry.” He ordered you around like a father and you obeyed.

Chewing, you almost choked as Soobin sent a joke that you weren’t ready for. Joon raised a brow, “a funny one huh? Let me see.” He looked down at you hand out flat. Your eyes went doe, there is no way your letting Joon read this vulgar joke. Soobin would be out of a job just as quick as he got one. “C’mon let me see, don’t make me take it.” Maybe he’ll laugh about it too, you gave up the device.

At first he squinted before his eyes grew wide. “ ‘This copy machine looks like the one from those cheesy office pornos....let’s make one?’ Y/N this is who you’re waisting your time on?” Rolling your eyes you went back to your meal, annoyed he didn’t find the harmless joke amusing. “Joon he was joking, it’s not like he knows I’m dating someone.”

You felt wind brush past you and a crashing sound occurred from behind, startled you made eye contact. “I had half the mind to throw that piece of shit at your head.” His angered expression taking you aback, you must’ve forgotten Joon is the extremely jealous type. “Go get it, bring it back to me.” Slowly turning trying not to take your eye off of him, you retrieved the shattered phone. Harshly he took it from your hands. Tapping before turning it to you, “block him.” You flinched at his sudden hand movement. “Don’t flinch away from me, block the bastard, before I’m the one bending you over the copy machine.”

Jung Hoseok...

Slouching in the pool chair you observed as the other women splashed and paddled around like children. You don’t usually go to these types of things, and neither does Hoseok. But this time it was important, he was here solely to kiss butt with his new business partners.

He practically forced you to put on your swimsuit, fully planning on walking you around like a show dog for the evening. Crossing your legs you brought your straw to your lips. You’d planned on getting in the pool, but apparently you weren’t good enough for the other wives...or affairs in the pool at the moment.So to spare the embarrassment you decided to watch.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hoseok came behind you patting your head softly. “Hm I guess.” You placed your drink away. “Hobi I’m ready to go. home.” You pouted, his hand still on the chair he came to your side. “Home? We’ve just got here an hour ago.” Nodding at his true statement you turned to look at him. “Yeah...and now I’m ready to go home.” Rolling his eyes he squatted to your level. “C’mon baby, go make a friend in the pool, splash around yeah?”

“No, I’m tired.” He groaned putting his head on your shoulder. “Y/n, boo don’t be a brat, you wanna go inside, wanna find a bed for you?” “Hm will you stay with me?” He looked over his shoulder, “ah Bruce wants to talk cuts and coverage a bit more, I can show you to a ro-” “nooo hobi!”

Panicking he pinched you to lower your volume. The party in the pool ceased and all eyes were on you. You’d learned how to cheat the system,It usually didn’t take much pouting from you to get your way. “c’mon get up.” He pulled me roughly by my forearm almost making you trip over your feet. He pulled you into the spacious home, up the stairs and into a hall. “Here let’s go in this room hobi.” You could tell by the look on his face hobi didn’t come to rest.

“Do you get off on making me look like an idiot?” He spoke close to your face. “Hey, I told you i wanted-” he covered your mouth with his large hand. “I don’t give a fuck what you want, now shut up and get in that fucking room.” Meekly you followed his order. “I’m sorry hobi.” “Ah I said shut up!” You stood in the middle of the decretive room, “down.” Down on your knees before him he looked down disgusted.

“Now make my cock hard so I can teach you how to use your loud ass mouth correctly.” Hesitantly you leaned forward, he groaned loudly reaching for you making you backwards in response. “Quickly, and don’t you dare run away.” He grabbed your hair, now under his full control.

Kim Taehyung...

“Mm how does it feel being my right hand lady?”

“Well seems like I’m on top of you right now.”

“I love how smart you are baby.”

Taehyung had recently promoted you to his secretary, now you can’t help but be in his office all day. Dreamily he looked up into your eyes as you straddled him. “Round 2 huh?” He huffed making you giggle, “let’s not indulge Taetae.” You nipped at the shell of his ear, he gripped your ass tightly. “What else do you have to do, I distributed your work along all the employees you’re here to have fun!”

“Well the phone has been ringing like crazy let me answer at least one call!” You climbed off, your skirt still scrunched around your waist your panties to the side. “Ahhh the baby wants to feel like a big woman go on answer.” Smiling with accomplishment, you picked up the phone. “Hello this is y/n y/l/n, answering for Kim Taehyung.” It was actually another secretary on the line you took notes as he spoke. You felt so responsible you knew Taehyung would be proud, you looked over to see his approval only to find him not there.

Confused you held conversation, until you felt something warm glide along your thigh making you Yelp. “Ah I’m sorry, Mr Lee, repeat that?” In fear you looked under your desk, mischievously Taehyung winked at you. You went back to the conversation, as he lapped your heat. You were already so sensitive you wouldn’t last a minute more of this. “Stop it please Tae.” You hissed pressing the phone to your chest. He did the opposite, penetrating you with his longest digit. Curling his finger and assaulting your clit, if the lewd sound of slurping could be heard by you you knew it could be heard over the phone. Quickly you hung up, very upset you squeezed his head between your thighs.

“Cumming baby?” “No, quitting.” He pulled back confused “what?” You fixed you panties, pulling your skirt back over yourself. “I asked you to let me do one thing, and still you couldn’t keep off of me.” He crawled from under your desk. “Who was on the phone?” He asked dryly, you looked over your notes. “Mr Lee.” “Oh, he calls everyday for his boss they have nothing to offer so we have nothing to give.” You nodded making a note to avoid his calls. “Anything else?” He shook his head going back to his desk with a deep sigh.

Oh good grief, you huffed falling back into your chair, you’ve gotten upset with him and now he’s going to mope around. “TaeTae, please understand I do actually want to work, we’ve talked about this.” You spun your chair to look at him, he looked at you inquisitively. “Maybe you should go back downstairs, I don’t want to distract you.” You could feel your eyes stretching. “Tae! No it’s not that serious.” “No no, your cubicle is still empty, the largest one.” You crossed your arms. “You’ll get the raise you just won’t be here honey...maybe I’ll offer the position to Sana.” He turned from you to go in his computer. “No, I’m not going.” “Bye Y/n see you tonight.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“No Taehyung.” He gave a grim chuckle. “Stop being hard headed, go fetch Sana for me will you....love you.” “No kim Taehyung, this is MY job!” The phone rung and you picked it up, “hello this is-” He came pulling the phone from you slamming it to hang it up you flinched harshly. “Y/L/N, I won’t ask you agin, get out or do what I promoted you here to do.” He looked into your eyes devilishly. You complied removing your skirt, playtime was over, you sadly knew your place. “Perfect girl.”

Park Jimin...

“I’ll beat your ass come here. Now.” You stood in his office doorway, fear quaking over you. “Y/n...now.” he leaned on his desk looking you up and down. You walked in to what seemed to be your demise. “The door, close it, lock it.” “Mr Park please.” He got up walking behind you and slamming the door before walking in front of you again. “Where the fuck! Were you.” You looked at him, head fogged unsure of an answer. “I-I Mr Park...I’ve been here at work since 3 AM actually...before you got here.” He laughed lightly.

“I didn’t want your schedule, I know your damn schedule, the meeting today’s meeting.” You toyed with your fingers, “OH...oh Mr Park I forgot you needed me I’m sorry h-how did it go?” “We fucking lost the deal, the information you dug up is what we needed and you were somewhere in LaLa land.” He dug his hands into his hair. “C‘mere.” He sat on the leather couch that decorated his office. “Please Mr Park, I’ll stay late and I’ll beg for another meeting date.” He shook his head “no, c’mere.” You stood still pleading with your eyes. “I’ll drag you by your cheap blow out, bring your ass here.” You shuffled to him, he pulled your dress bending you over his knee.

He pulled your dress up, “Mr Park what will your wife say?” You began to tear up, why would he choose you to give his violent love to. “Ha, she’ll say “fuck me harder” later tonight why?” You shook your head refusing to respond. “Look into the mirror.” You obliged. He pulled his hand up just stoping before it hit you causing you to shudder a jerk violently. “ Do you fear me y/n?” You nodded almost sobbing. “I’ve trained you well...head up...be a big girl.”

Jeon Jungkook...

The whole building was draped in a gloomy mood as Jungkook stalked about looking for something to nitpick. Earlier today you and Jungkook had a falling out on the way to work about how close you were getting with one of your male coworkers. And said coworker that just happened to be your cubicle neighbor. He rounded your area multiple times, chastising said coworker, sending him on errands and putting him down again and again.

Seeing how it was affecting the newbie, you finally turned to Jungkook. “Mr Jeon, can I speak to you.” “No.” He turned quickly before going back to chastise the frightened employee. “Slip up again, and I’ll make sure you’re looking at a deep fryer for the rest of your life Kang.” He whispered just loud enough for you to catch it.

“Mr Jeon please, for a minute.” He clears his throat leaving your area. Your face grew hotter by the minute, you got up going to talk to your distraught friend. “Hey, listen he’s all bark and no bite what do you need help with?” You smiled warmly remembering how it felt to be new in a place like this.

“Well every time I answer the phone and start the question pro-” a heavy hand lands on his and your shoulder “who said this was a social hour y/l/n” a sigh came from deep inside of you. “ Damn it Kookie-” “who? Excuse me?” His eyes widening. “Jungkook- Jeon- I’m sorry...I’m sorry Mr Jeon.” He eyed the two of you “hm...kang get to work, y/l/n you too.” He began to walk away. “Y/n I’ll send you an email, I really need help on this.”

“Email her I dare you.” You spun in your chair “Mr jeon please! He’ll never get better if I don’t.” He rolled his eyes taking off his glasses, “what was he trained for if he can’t use the damn computer?” Everyone in the office was watching the dispute. “Pft I was trained on any of this! I had you holding my hand the whole way why can’t he?” He started waking the other way, his face glowing crimson. “Get in my office, now y/n.” You sat turning to your work. “No Jeon. I won’t.” “Y/n you can come to my office, or clock out and go home for the rest of the damn month.” All eyes on you like this was some cheesy tv drama, you got up following him.

Once in the safety of his four walls you stood hands on your hips “why kookie, why you being a Jackass?” He turned to face you, anger evident. Swiftly he pulled you by your shirt “talk to me like that outside of this office space the way you did today one more time, and you’ll be begging me to fire you. Yeah?” You nodded earning a open palm slap to your cheek, “yeah? Open your slutty mouth like you did for Kang, am I understood?” “Yeah kookie.” Another slap, your cheek began to burn. “Yes Mr Jeon.” He lifted his hand making you flinch in his grip. “Lovely girl, now get out there, and leave Kang alone or else.”

[fanfictionaries]

The Seduction of Sirius Black - Part 1

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Sirius Black

Summary:

Hermione loves her boyfriend, but there’s just one little problem -- she’s hopelessly attracted to Sirius Black. 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut/18+ NSFW, Angst, Ron bashing (sorry) 

Author’s Note: Posting some old stuff! Honestly, editing it has been a nice lead back into really writing. Very cathartic! 

Also, apologies for the Ron bashing in this story. I know it’s a stupid trope and to a certain extent I really enjoy Ron as a character, buuuuut I’m using it as a cheap way to move plot. 

ALSO, this is obviously a AU where Sirius didn’t die in the Department of Mysteries. 

ALSO (and this is the last one I swear), I AM a big fan of Wolfstar but I also have daddy issues and find Sirius Black extremely attractive and this is my tumblr so I can write the stories I want I guess. Haha Not to mention, Sirius Black gives BIG bisexual energy.  

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Hermione didn’t really know when it had happened – this attraction to Sirius Black. It wasn’t as if she had woken up one day with the sudden urge to jump across the table and shag the older wizard into the next life. The whole thing had occurred much more gradually than that, she supposed. However, despite all of the trivial aspects of her…situation, Hermione chose instead to focus purely on the fact that he was entirely off limits. For many reasons. There was no way anyone in her close-knit circle of friends would be okay with her becoming entangled with a man more than twice her age and who also happened to be her best friend’s god father. It would be unacceptable. It would be impractical. Most of all it would be highly inappropriate as she was currently dating her other best friend, Ronald Weasley.

She supposed the attraction was inevitable to a certain degree. At the beginning, nearly a year and half ago, things like physical attraction were far from her mind. She’d just started her new position at the Ministry, Harry and Ron were training to be Aurors, the war had just come to an end and thus her life was a whirlwind of people and places. But over time things slowed down. Ronald was stationed away on official Auror business more and more often, leaving very little time for him to visit her and when he did come back, he had to split his time between her and his large family. Harry, having waited for Ginny to finish her final year at Hogwarts, had gone and married her the summer after and for all intents and purposes abandoned her. Harry…

It was really all Harry’s fault. Or at least that’s what Hermione liked to think whenever she felt her heart skip and her pulse slip between her thighs in Sirius Black’s presence. It had been Harry’s idea for Hermione to move into Grimmauld Place with him and Sirius after the war. Family, it seemed, had taken an important role in everyone’s lives when Lord Voldemort fell for the final time. All of the Weasley children had moved back to their childhood home of the Burrow – even Charlie much to everyone’s great surprise and delight. Tonks and Remus moved in with her mother and father, Andromeda and Theodore, to bask in the cheer of their newborn baby Teddy. And Harry had moved in with Sirius. Everyone had felt the need to be closer than ever to the ones that they loved, and Hermione completely understood that need. In fact, if she had had a family to go to, she would have moved in with them as well. But her parents were still in Australia somewhere, the location even unknown to herself as she’d designed it that way. Harry, being fully aware of this fact, insisted that she move in with him and Sirius. Hermione had been fully prepared to get her own flat in London. But after a bit of prodding she’d accepted Harry’s offer, secretly grateful that her best friend was so kind and thoughtful. Now, she probably cursed him name at least five times a day.

Hermione had been happy for him and Ginny when they announced their engagement. She’d cried not only when Ginny asked her to be her maid of honor, but also when the two had said their ‘I do’s. However, Harry moved out of Grimmauld Place following their marriage and subsequently left her to live with Sirius Black all by herself. So now she sat in the quaint little kitchen of the Black home, sipping her morning tea, and trying incredibly hard to keep her attention on her book rather than glance up at the rugged wizard sitting across from her.

“Hmpf” Sirius let out the little sound of surprise before continuing, “Would you look at that. Sources say that while Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, announces no final decisions have been made in regard to the recent Magical Creature Equality Act proposed last month, there are certain voices in the Ministry that are persuading not only the members of the Wizengamot, but the Minister himself to vote yes for magical creature equality.” He read the words aloud, peaking over his paper at her and raising his eyebrows. “I wonder who those certain voices or voice is…” he mused humorously.

It was no secret that shortly after being appointed a position in the Ministry department of Magical Creatures, Hermione had gone about being a personal activist for Magical Creature rights. Merlin, she had written almost the entire Act herself. Her hand still cramped at the thought of the hours she spent in her office and the library at Grimmauld Place scribbling away with her quill.

“No idea,” Hermione responded, feigning ignorance but blushing all the same in embarrassment. She kept her eyes on the pages of her book but found no matter how many times she read and reread the same paragraph she couldn’t retain it. Slowly her eyes shifted to the man in front of her. His gaze was fixed on the paper and so she was free to take him in. He had just showered, his wavy brown hair hanging damp to his shoulders. It made him look, in her opinion, especially delectable that morning. Hermione felt herself blush even deeper at the lewd thoughts threatening to enter her mind before looking back down at her book and scolding herself.

“So, when is Ronald coming for a visit again? Need me to clear off any time soon?” Sirius asked, sparking up conversation after the long bout of silence.

“Unfortunately, he won’t be back till next month,” she sighed, ignoring the second half of Sirius’s question.

“Well that’s not too bad I suppose—” Sirius smiled warmly and set down his paper as he stood up “—It gives you plenty of time to focus on getting the Ministry on board with your Act before you’re…distracted.” Sirius added the last part with a teasing implication not lost on Hermione.

“My Act?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow jokingly as she stood up as well and took her teacup to the sink. She grabbed the sponge to begin washing up when Sirius took it from her hand.

“I can do the washing up. You’re going to be late for work. Besides, it’s not like I work or anything. Might as well do something productive today,” he stated dryly, turning on the tap.

“Hmm, yes. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. You’ve become quite the lay-about. When are you going to get a job and start contributing to the household?” Hermione asked cheekily.

“Lay-about? Need I remind you that this is my house that you live in, rent free. You’re lucky a kind old man like me has taken a liking to you, or you’d be on the streets, kitten,” Sirius said, flicking some water off his fingertips in her direction.

“More like taken pity on me—” Hermione shook her head “—and you’re far from an old man, Sirius. I swear, you’d like people to think you’re closer to eighty than twenty!” She exited the kitchen and slipped into her heels next to the front door.

“Mind picking up some milk on your way home, kitten? We’re almost out!” Sirius called out to her, ignoring her statement on his age. Hermione tried not to focus on the way her stomach flipped in response to Sirius using his nickname for her for a second time that morning.

“Sure thing!” she called back before exiting the front door and apparating the moment she hit the sidewalk.

Hermione found it very difficult to work that day. The summer heat had become abysmal, proving to be quite the sticky, humid season, and of course that meant the Ministry’s cooling charms were on the fritz. By the time the day was over, Hermione’s hair had grown three times its size. Catching her reflection in a Ministry window, Hermione had gasped at its state. Even she hadn’t known it could get that big. In addition, her silk blouse that she had tucked into a polyester pencil skirt had become damp and uncomfortable from the sweat that accumulated on her body throughout the day.  And even after casting multiple drying spells to herself and her clothes, there was still nothing she could do about her hair. To add to her physical discomfort, she also struggled with a mental discomfort as well. Ron had been plaguing her mind all day long.

Ronald Weasley. Her oldest friend, now boyfriend. It hadn’t been a shock to anyone when they had gotten together after the war had ended. It had almost been expected in fact. She’d liked him since third year and aside from his short tryst with Lavender Brown, it had been obvious they would be together. Hermione loved Ron, she really did, but he was gone so often. Gone often and when he was home things felt…off. His affection seemed to have waned and Hermione was left thinking that perhaps it had something to do with her. Every time he chose to kiss her cheek as opposed to her lips or pat her leg friendly instead of holding her hand Hermione felt a little blow to her confidence. Bitterly she thought of how he and Lavender had been all over each other sixth year. She certainly wouldn’t enjoy having Ron’s tongue shoved down her throat in broad daylight, but surely, it’d be nice to have him show a bit of affection. In the beginning he’d been much more enthusiastic. They would often sneak off for a cheeky snog and hands often lingered under tables. They’d even gone all the way. It had been romantic and sweet, and Ron had certainly enjoyed himself. Or at least she thought he had. But now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe she’d been rubbish at it and he didn’t know how to tell her. Maybe he just didn’t find her attractive anymore. She had put on a bit of weight in the past year and a half. Hermione figured it was for the best as she was no longer starving to death on the run from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. But now when she looked in the mirror her eyes focused for too long on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, and the softness of her stomach.

Despite this possibility, Hermione couldn’t help but feel guilty about her lustful thoughts involving Sirius. She often tried to reason with herself that it was perfectly normal to feel such base emotions. Everyone had them and as long as she didn’t act on them, she was fine. She was just lonely, and Sirius was there.

Resolving to speak with Ron about her concerns when he returned in a week, Hermione shook the troubling thoughts from her head and continued down Diagon Alley, intending to just pop by the small corner store at the end for some milk and maybe some ice-cream for later. She needed a small pick-me-up after the day she’d had. Jogging the last few steps to the corner store, Hermione pulled open the heavy door and sighed happily as the cooling charms inside enveloped her. She wiped her forehead with her arm and headed to the back of the store where the freezer section was. The store was practically deserted aside from a single witch staring at the ice pops with a heavy look of concentration. Hermione walked up next to her to stare at the ice-cream choices and smiled when she spotted the Rocky Road. It was Ron’s favorite.

“It’s a scorcher out there, innit?” commented the witch, her thick London accent coming through endearingly sweet. Hermione looked to her left and took in the girl. She was thin and tan with beautiful golden hair tied up into a long ponytail. She had a friendly, heart-shaped face and sparkly green eyes. Something about her seemed familiar – Hermione must have seen her somewhere before.

“I’m practically melting,” agreed Hermione, shaking her head, and grabbing the Rocky Road, thinking she would have that tonight rather than her usual Mint Chocolate-Chip.

“Any fun plans for the heat?” the pretty blonde asked casually, grabbing a box of grape ice pops and a carton of Rocky Road ice-cream as well.

“Not really. Probably just go home and cast as many cooling charms as possible—” Hermione crinkled her nose and quirked the corner of her mouth in a wry grin “—Yourself?”

“Me and my boyfriend are planning a nice night in. He’s just got back from assignment with the Ministry. He’s an Auror, so we’re doing a bit of celebrating before he has to go back.” The girl smiled, her voice heavy with adoration.

“How nice! My boyfriend’s an Auror as well.”

“Really?” the girl asked, eyes lighting up.

“Yes, he’s actually away on assignment right now. I wonder if they know—” Hermione had been about to ask if perhaps their respective partners were familiar with each other when a voice called out from the end of the aisle.

“Babe, they didn’t have the crisps you like, but—” Basket hanging from one hand and a bag of Salt and Vinegar crisps in the other, Ron stopped dead in his tracts at the sight of Hermione. His eyes grew wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “’Mione?”

Hermione stared back too, but unlike Ron she was unable to find her voice. Instead she just stared. Ron was back from assignment? Why hadn’t he told her? What was he doing there? Why was he calling this girl babe when—

“Wait—‘Mione? As in Hermione Granger?” the witch asked, taking a step back from Hermione and towards Ron. She looked at Hermione with wide, incredulous eyes. “Oh my gosh, I feel so foolish. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.”

Hermione looked on in confusion as she watched the witch hook her arm in Ron’s and smile politely back at her.

“Hermione,” Ron said her name again, but Hermione was too busy taking the two of them in. She felt like an absolute fool. The carton of Rocky Road slipped from her fingers and landed on the linoleum floor of the shop with a dull thud. Then, in a panic, Hermione turned on the spot and fled, hearing Ron’s call after her mix with a small ‘Oh my’ from the pretty blonde witch.

There were a million places Hermione could have gone. There were a million places Hermione should have gone. All of them much better choices than the seedy little muggle bar she found just outside of Diagon Alley. She should have gone home. Or to Harry. Or to Ginny. The smart choice was to tell someone what had happened and to talk it out. But instead, she spent the next four hours doing her best to get well and truly pissed. Drinking wasn’t like Hermione and certainly the first glass of whiskey had been hard to get down. But she found after the first two, she hardly tasted the biting liquid anymore and the dulling effect of the alcohol was just so nice.

It was just past ten in the evening when Hermione left the bar, tipping this way and that way in her heels and feeling exceptionally light-headed. The night had cooled down and the sun had just set, allowing Hermione to feel some semblance of relief as she walked down the street to a nearby alleyway. It probably wasn’t the best idea to apparate when she was so inebriated, but Hermione wasn’t really thinking in that moment. She just knew she didn’t want to walk. Thankfully, she managed to land, although very ungracefully, in front of Grimmauld Place without splinching herself.

“Shit,” Hermione whispered followed by a snort of laughter when she tripped over the threshold after finally getting her key in the keyhole. The world had gone all wobbly it had taken her ages to find the right key and get it in the lock. Closing the front door as quietly behind her as possible Hermione found herself overtaken by the strong urge to laugh again. Hermione Granger was well and truly sloshed and for some reason she found that to be very funny.

“Hermione?”

Hermione jumped at her name, letting out a little shriek as she turned around and found Sirius standing in the hall. The hall was dark, but light streamed out through the doorway to the kitchen illuminating him in long shadows where he stood, arms crossed.

“Sirius—” Hermione held a hand to her heart, feeling it beat wildly in her chest. “I didn’t think you’d still be up.”

“It’s past eleven, where have you been?” There was a strange tone to his voice, like he was angry with her but also like he was speaking to a small, frightened animal.

Past eleven? How long had it taken her to unlock the front door?

“I was—” Hermione tripped on the rug, catching herself on the wall and letting out another little laugh “—I stopped and had a little post-work drink.” Her words were slurred, even to her own ears and she laughed again, holding a hand over mouth in embarrassment. “Well, maybe one or two post-work drinks.”

“Are you drunk, kitten?” Sirius asked, sounding amused now.

Hermione continued down the hall, getting closer and closer to Sirius. Each step was a new struggle. A trip here, a wobble there. But Hermione didn’t care. In fact, she felt…good. Free almost. “Maaaaybe,” she drawled, giggling like a small child as she closed the last bit of distance and swayed before Sirius.

He stared down at her, arms now uncrossed as he seemed to be trying to figure out whether he should be amused or concerned. Hermione’s mouth went dry. Now that she was closer, she could see him more clearly and Merlin did she see him. There was a shadow of facial hair across his square jaw, and down his neck. Hermione found herself wondering what it felt like – whether it was soft or rough. Gaze traveling down the thickness of his neck she found his upperhalf bare, the only thing covering his torso, an open robe revealing the inky black of his tattoos. She loved his tattoos. They made him look dangerous. Mysterious. Hot. His chest was free of hair, the lean muscles dipping low and high like delicious hills and valleys she’d so like to explore. In fact…she reached out a hand, her body working opposite of a clear head as her fingertips tentatively touched the smooth planes of Sirius’ chest. He was warm.

He went sort of rigid under her touch, but Hermione barely noticed. Instead she was too entranced by the feel of him. Had she ever touched him before? She didn’t think she had. Her gazed traveled further south and with it, so did her fingertips. Ghosting down the center of his chest from sternum to bellybutton, she blushed furiously at the sight of thick dark hair starting at his navel and disappearing below a pair of pajama pants that sat dangerously low on his hips. She swallowed thickly, her breath coming in thick hot puffs as her hand traveled further, barely brushing the thick hair before a hand shot out and grasped her wrist.

Hermione gasped, looking up suddenly into the stormy eyes of Sirius Black before her. He lifted her wrist to shoulder height, pulling her forward slightly as he did it. The distance between them closed even more.

“Kitten.” It was a warning. Hermione knew it. But for some reason her whiskey-idled brain didn’t care. She liked the risk behind his tone. Her body practically purred at the sound of his special nickname just for her – the irony of that sentiment lost on her in the moment.

“Yes, Sirius?” she responded, her voice coming out deep and breathy and dare she say seductive? Hermione had never sounded like that before. She kind of liked it. Looking up at him with her best attempt at innocent eyes, she waited for him to say something.

Sirius stared down at her, his face a stony mask, but a war was raging behind his eyes. Hermione’s gaze flickered from the stormy grey of his eyes to the fullness of his lips and back up. With a deep breath and a long swallow that made his Adam’s apple bob in a mouth-watering way, Sirius finally spoke.

“You should go to bed.”

Hermione huffed, a bit like a petulant child but not quite as bratty. “What if I don’t want to?”

“It wasn’t really a suggestion.” His tone was dark, and it sent a surprising thrill through Hermione’s body. Her center throbbed. Her breath hitched. Maybe it was all in her head – this thick tension between them. Or maybe it wasn’t. It was certainly taboo, this…energy radiating between them. But Hermione didn’t really care because in that moment she made the sudden realization that she could have this. She could have this and not be the bad guy. Ron was the bad guy. All those months of guilt for feeling basic human attraction and he was off shagging some beautiful, leggy blonde. But now…she didn’t have to feel guilty anymore.

Before she could stop herself, Hermione lifted up onto her toes and closed the distance between them. Their lips pressed together for a moment, firm and warm. When Sirius failed to respond, Hermione’s stomach dropped, and she made the mortifying realization that he didn’t want to kiss her. She was just beginning to pull away, an apology poised on her lips when the grip on her wrist vanished and reappeared around her waist, pulling her in tightly as Sirius’s lips claimed her own.

It all happened very quickly. A meshing of lips and teeth and tongue that left her hot, sticky, and out of breath. Before she knew it, she was being pushed up against the wall of the hallway, her back and head hitting the plaster hard, but she did not care. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling of Sirius’s lips on her own and the hot cloud of their shared breath.

His hands remained wrapped tightly around her torso, gripping the material of her blouse in his fists, but Hermione’s hands were everywhere. She wanted to touch all of him, and she was determined to do so. It wasn’t until her hands wound themselves around his neck and threaded up into his hair, gripping the strands vice-like, that Sirius broke. He let out a ragged groan before moving his hands from around her waist to her front. Grabbing the material of her blouse in each hand, he gave a great tug, not even bothering to try and unbutton it. Hermione gasped at the sound of ripping fabric and the pop of her blouse buttons. Cool air brushing her sensitive skin and the hitch in his breath made Hermione acutely aware that she was now bare to him from the waist up. She remembered the bra she’d chosen to wear that day – a thin and see-through number that cupped her breasts perfectly but left little to the imagination. He was kissing her neck then, sucking and biting in ways that left her breathless and needy. His hands covered her breasts, kneading and stroking in a gentle way that contrasted so strikingly with how he was attacking her neck.

The only thing Hermione could do in that moment was hold on for dear life. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and when Sirius’s mouth traveled south to envelope of her nipples, she thought that actually had. She let out a low, needy moan and arched into him. Feeling bold, she slid a hand from his hair, down the firm planes of his chest and to the front of his pajama bottoms. At the feel of his hard length she whined, high and breathy. Her hand had been there for barely a moment before Sirius tore away from her, distancing himself the width of the hallway. Hermione leaned against the wall behind her, needing the stability of it to stay upright due to her still drunk nature and the shaky state of her legs.

“What?” she asked, looking at the panting man across from her with confusion.

Sirius stared at her for a moment, chest falling up and down as pieces of his thick dark hair hung in his face. Hermione tried to focus but the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted to brush that hair from his gorgeous features so she could see him more clearly.

“You’re drunk. You should go to bed,” said Sirius, his voice low and gravely and filled with an edge of regret.

“But—” Hermione hesitated, confused at his response “—I don’t understand.” She crossed the distance between them, kissing up the older wizard’s neck. Did he think she didn’t want this?

“Kitten.” Sirius’s voice was strained, but he still managed to grab Hermione’s wandering hands and push her away again. Hermione gasped at his rough touch as he pulled her off of him. “I said you should go to bed.”

Hermione stared up at him in shock for a moment before a surprising rage filled her. Was she not good enough for him? Was she not pretty enough? Did he not enjoy what they’d been doing? The hot sting of angry tears reached the inner corners of her eyes and she tore out of Sirius’s grip before stomping up the stairs towards her room with a huff.

Part 2

[logan-is-noggin]

Feed the Birds pt 2

Summary: what happens when Virgil tries to make roman take a break ( sequel to Feed the birds)

warnings: 18+, smut, light bondage, moody sort of dom! roman

a/n: this is my first smut that I've published. hope it's not awkward

( previously on sander's sides...)

It was past eleven at night in the mind palace, there was a frantic energy buzzing through the space, signifying that roman and logan were still tirelessly working on another project. neither of them had slept in over forty hours and the others were beginning to be affected as well. Virgil was even more on edge, and Patton was more concerned that the two weren't letting their host get enough rest as well, so Patton enlisted Virgil help to help their two friends wind down for the night. " I'm going to talk to logan, can you check on roman?" Virgil nodded " sure, ill handle sir sing- a lot."

Virgil headed down the hall to Romans room, he watched Patton let himself into logans room, closing the door behind him, Virgil studied the door for a moment, the normal wooden door was painted white with the frame a bright red, each side decorated the door to their room, Romans is covered in polaroid pictures of all of them that had been taken over the years. he mentally shook his head when he spotted one of the pair of them, roman had snuck up behind him and kissed his cheek as Patton snapped the photo. Virgil smirked as he plucked the photo off the door and tucked it into his hoodie. Not bothering to knock, Virgil opened the door and let it shut behind him. as expected, roman sat at his desk on one side of the room, hunched over a stack of pages of a script. he mumbled to himself occasionally. Virgil crossed the room and perched himself on the prince's bed and continued to watch him work while he came up with an idea. his hands idly ran over the soft sheets of the unmade bed and Virgil chuckled quietly to himself. roman straightened up in his chair and swiveled around, having to have heard Virgil, " oh, I didn't hear you come in." " yeah, well you looked busy, I didn't want to interrupt you just yet." he said with a shrug roman turned his head to the side to stretch his neck, " well, you did, was there a reason, or did you just come to watch my excellence at work." he boasted. " I never interrupted you, I was just sitting here minding my own business, you merely noticed " he teased. " I heard you laughing. that's an interruption... whatever, I'm wasting time with this, I have to get back to work" he started to swivel back to face his desk when Virgil's foot halted his chair from turning all the way.

" fine, Patton sent me. you and logan need to give it a rest. its midnight. Thomas isn't gonna get any sleep because of you two and you know how I hate it when someone else goes my job for me." he joked. " he'll be fine. Thomas has stayed up later than this, besides I was in the zone." he turned back to his work and left Virgil standing behind him. he glanced back to the bed behind him, and came up with a new idea. he slowly ran his hands along Romans' shoulders and around his back and neck in a sort of massage. while he and roman have been together a few times before, Virgil was never the one to initiate, because of the, well, anxiety, but now he was emboldened with the stubbornness of getting roman to relax by any means, so he kept going before his baser fear came back. Roman sounded a tad irritated when he asked " what are you doing, Virgil?" Virgil reached his hands over his shoulders running them down his upper torso. " helping you relax, princey, what does it feel like." his nails lightly dragged across his clothed shirt and roman stifled a mix of a moan and a groan, " it feels..." his breathing picking up pace " that you're distracting me from my work." Virgil had begun to pepper kisses along Romans cheek and down to his neck while Roman had been talking, he then pulled the chair back around and climbed into his lap, straddling his hip, " so what if I am? what. are you. going. to do about it?" he said breaking each of the words with another kiss against his skin. he pulled back slightly, breathing heavier now too, staring into

Romans now lust-blown pupils, almost daring him to take the next step. " oh, I'm gonna make you regret coming in here tonight." he said playfully before he attacked Virgil's mouth hungrily. his hands quickly found their way under his hoodie and pulled it down and off of him, Virgil hands gripped at the back of Roman's hair to maintain balance as he continued to rock his hips up against Romans, chasing the friction. roman spun them around slowly and then pulled Virgil away from him, pushing his back into the bed, roman stood and pulled off his white dress shirt " you're wearing too much. strip." he ordered. Virgil sat up a bit to pull the long purple shirt off, then wriggle out of his jeans, it was when he was about to push the boxers that hung off his hips roman batted his hand away. " that's enough. give me your hands." also in only his underwear, he knelt on the bed with his sash in hand and wrapped Virgil's wrists in the silky red material. " so what now princey? roman ran his fingers along virgils lean torso, down to the hem of his boxers, he teased by dragging the elastic down on one side but ignoring the outline of virgils now hardened erection. Virgil groaned "what's wrong, my prince?" " t-touch me. please," he begged. roman walked his fingers back up to pinch his nipple, then the other " like that, love?" a whimper left his throat. " not funny roman, please?" he was squirming, trying to catch any friction he could. roman chuckled. " as you wish." he rested his hand on his hips momentarily " safeword?" Virgil stilled his movements as he thought. " Crofters," he said with a grin. roman laughed then lowered hisself to resume kissing. this kiss was deeper, less gentle. moans left both of them as roman reached behind and began palming Virgil through his boxers. the darker side gasped and groaned in pleasure. his tied hands wrapped their way over Romans' head. roman speed up a bit, feeling Virgil buck his hips. Roman's mouth traveled down virgils collar, sucking lightly. roman continued to tease Virgil, bringing him closer to his breaking point but suddenly pulled hands away, which caused him to groan. " no... why?" he cried. roman sat there straddling his hips, more to keep Virgil still. " if you think you can come stop my work and not be punished..." he tsked. " that's. that's low, roman" he panted, still squirming on the bed. roman dipped to his face again " are you sorry?" Virgil nodded " what are you sorry for?" he asked, his finger tracing along the sides jaw. " for s-stopping you from working, for interrupting..." " hmm, good boy" he praised. he got off of virgils hip and finally stripped the last of his clothing off of him, then himself. " so, would you care to continue?" he asked, rubbing virgils thigh. " stop teasing and fuck me, please!" roman laughed at the emos eagerness. " do you need any prep?" he asked, slotting himself in between virgils thighs, the sider shook his head. " can't wait, I can handle it, please.." he moaned, roman lined himself up to virgils entrance and slowly pushed past the initial barrier. both of them groaned, virgils more a mix with a hiss as roman took his time filling him up. roman laid flush against the smaller ones flush body, kissing his forehead, then lips. " you good virge?" when having gotten confirmation, roman rose back up to grip his hips as he pulled out halfway before thrusting back in. he quickly built to an even, yet fast pace, Virgil let his tied hands brace against Romans toned chest as he ravaged his body. as they writhed in almost unison, virgils hips bucking to meet Romans every other time. the emo's cries of pleasure filling the room. " ro- touch me please," he muttered. roman reached down with the hand not holding his hands above his head and wrapped it around virgils dick and began jerking it the same time to his thrusts, the mixture of pre-cum and sweat from their bodies creating enough slick to let it slide freely in his grip. roman growled lowly in his throat as he felt his climax beginning to build. he sped up his hand working on Virgil while his

thrusts began to falter slightly. " god, virge- close." he spoke brokenly. Virgil might have answered along the same line but right then the coil in his gut snapped and he was over the edge. his thrusts broke and he stilled as he came, Virgil followed shortly after, painting his stomach with white.

roman let himself pull out of Virgil and not as gracefully, fall on to mattress next to Virgil. the pair stayed like that for a moment or two, allowing themselves to come down from the high. Virgil heard shuffling and when he looked over, roman had gotten up and gone into the bathroom, returning with a large white washcloth. he knelt and began to clean Virgil up " if you untied me I could-" he shushed him " this is part of your punishment emo, letting me take care of you.." Virgil rolled his eyes. " sap." roman smiled " obviously," after tossing the cloth in the sink, roman helped Virgil sit up and untied him. he began massaging his wrists to help the red marks made from their imprisonment disappear quickly " you okay? I wasn't too rough was I?" Virgil shook his head. " no. it was good. what about you? still, mad I stopped you from working?" roman kissed him "I was never truly mad... and I suppose there are worse ways to take a break." " so what do you wanna do now?" I think I need a post-workout snack. also, I didn't really eat dinner." Virgil climbed out of bed and began to gather his clothes, tossing his shirt to roman. downstairs, after consuming a peanut butter and crofters sandwich each, the pair were sitting on the couch, the tv turned on to a show neither were watching. " so did Patton really send you to seduce me in order to make me stop working?" " he just said ' go talk to roman' the seducing was my idea I guess." their conversation was halted as Patton came down the stairs mid-sentence " - got logan to sleep." Patton spotted them on the couch, " so what were are you guys up to?" he asked. roman and Virgil glanced at each other, suddenly panicked, and simultaneously said " nothing!"

[rosettahart]

Glass-says: Chapter 17

Chapter 1, Chapter 16

Ao3 link

Summary: The weekend has passed and Virgil hasn't heard anything back from Princey since the masquerade and someone's willing to make a deal.

Warnings: Implied Physical Abuse, Bullying.

Chapter 17

"Has he texted you back yet, Kiddo?" Patton asked, following Virgil and Logan into the sound booth and waving at Roman when he saw he was already there.

Virgil shook his head, collapsing back into a bean bag chair and running a hand through his hair. "He would have texted me back already if he was going to."

"And we haven't seen anyone with dyed red hair all day…" Patton pulled a container of cookies out, opening it and setting it down in the middle of everyone.

"Perhaps it was only a temporary dye, there are other ways you should be able to narrow this down to one person." Logan mentioned, hissing as Roman elbowed him in the side, holding it as he sent a glare Romans way. "Was that absolutely necessary, Roman?"

Roman rolled his eyes. "Oh relax, I didn't hit you that hard."

"Lo, you okay?" Patton rested a hand worriedly on Logan's leg.

Logan schooled his face into a neutral expression but kept his hand where it was, his lip twitching slightly. Out of all the possible places Roman could have nudged him, it had to be in the worst one. "I am alright Patton, Roman merely happened to hit a sore area of my abdomen. I have been physically exerting myself more recently and it seems I happened to push myself further than I should have." 

"Are you sure? Roman and I could go get you something for the soreness."

"Me? Why should I have to come?" Roman protested.

"You know why." Patton returned through his teeth so it'd be harder to understand, nodding his head at Logan.

"Fine." Roman muttered, grabbing a couple of cookies before standing up. He did feel the slightest bit guilty but at the same time how was he supposed to have known Logan was sore? "But I actually want to have time to eat my lunch afterwards."

"It'll only take a few minutes, Kiddo." 

"Seeing as how this is an issue of my own I should go." Logan spoke up as he stood, gritting his teeth. 

"Then we'll all go." Patton smiled.

Virgil pulled out his laptop and headphones. "You guys go ahead. I'll just stay here. I've got things to do." 

"You sure, Kiddo?" Patton checked, his smile fading. 

Virgil popped his headphones on, pulling up the cue for his webcast, not looking up. "Yeah, I'm sure." 

Roman watched Virgil over Patton's shoulder until his ghostly friend started moving. He hesitated. Should he tell Virgil? Should he risk it on the chance it'd make him happy? That it could make him smile? That maybe… He opened his mouth.

"Roman?" 

And risk losing his friends and the roof over his head? "I'm coming." Roman waited a moment before following Patton out. Maybe not...

Virgil sighed as soon as the door was closed behind his friends, not really in the mood to ready the cue for the next day. He leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling when the door opened, he quickly pulled off his headphones when it wasn't who he expected it to be. "I-I tried to ignore him but-" He cleared his throat, trying to keep the nerves from his voice as he stood. "Things came up."

Charlotte motioned for the girls following her to wait outside, letting them close the door for her. "Relax, Virgil." She chuckled, patting his cheek. "I'm not here to hurt you, I promise."

Virgil tensed up uncomfortably regardless of her words. 

"Me and the girls have been hard on you, we haven't been fair." Charlotte slowly began to pace the booth. "Paris is gone, out of the way, she doesn't even go to this school anymore."

Virgil couldn't help but shiver at the almost eerily gentle tone of her voice, uneasy about what Charlotte could have done to make Paris leave.

"You obviously have been trying your best to avoid Roman after our warnings, but maybe…" Charlotte turned to Virgil. "You would do that much better if we could offer something you really wanted in return for staying as far away from Roman as you possibly can."

"An offer?" Virgil lifted his head so he could meet Charlotte's gaze.

"It's hard not to notice how your eyes have gone from person to person, almost as if in search of someone and a friend told me she saw you with someone at the masquerade, someone who may have run off." 

"You know who he is?" Virgil's eyes lit up before he remembered who he was talking to, looking away.

"No, but I know people who can find out." Charlotte tipped his head up with her finger. "But…"

"...I have to stop hanging out with Roman." Virgil's posture sank at the idea. Roman or Princey? Why was he hesitating over it? Why was there a part of him that didn't want to give up spending time with the dumb theatre geek? Why was there a part of him pausing at choosing his crush of a few years and greatest internet friend over someone he still hardly knew anything about?

"And you have to make sure to keep Logan away from him too."

"Logan, but-"

"He's his own person, I know." Charlotte nodded, pulling her hand away. "It's more of a suggestion than part of the deal because if he doesn't stay away from him we'd have to warn him separately and it would be a pain."

Virgil bit his thumb, still unsure about it.

Charlotte sighed. "You want the guy don't you? It's a friend over a boyfriend Virgil. You could have this dreamy guy you danced with, you laughed with, you had fun with, don't you like him, Virgil? Don't you want to find out who he is under that mask? Don't you want to go on dates with him, hold him close and make out him? That's what I want with Roman, Virgil." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "But that's hard to do when his attention is on you and your friend instead of me." She turned her back to him, watching the empty theatre below. "We could both have what we want. We could both be happy. Or you can choose to keep spending time with him while me and some friends continue to make the rest of your high school experience miserable. Some light nudges and poking was nothing Virgil, I have the power to make it much worse."

Virgil bit down harder on his thumb, wincing when he drew blood. He could be happy and he could have Princey. It wasn't worth it to hold onto Roman was it? To put up with the bullying for over another year and a half? "...Okay."

Charlotte spun around with a grin, holding out her hand. "We'll find him by the end of tomorrow."

Virgil gave her hand a weak shake, nodding.

Charlotte moved over to the door, stopping with her hand on the handle, voice dropping. "But if you break the deal there will be consequences."

Virgil stayed as he was for some time after Charlotte left, eyes staying on the door. He was going to see Princey again… He was going to know who he was, what he looked like, why he had- Why he had run off that night... Did he want to know?

"I just want one look so I know how bad it is, Lo."

"I appreciate your concern, Patton, but as I have said previously you would not see anything as my muscles are in pain due to the overexertion, there would be no bruising." Logan returned. "The pain medication will begin taking its effect soon so there is no reason to worry."

Patton gave a little nod in understanding, wishing there was more that he could do. Noticing Virgil was standing the ghost smiled, but his smile faltered when he realized his friend was just staring unfocused somewhere behind him. "Kiddo?"

Virgil snapped out of it. "Sorry I just remembered I have an assignment I need to check out a book for." He gathered up his things, zipping up his bag.

"We could come with you." Roman offered, moving to grab his backpack.

"No, you and Patton stay." Virgil glanced at Roman for a brief second before turning to Logan. "Could you come help me pick out a book?"

"Of course." Logan slung his bag over his shoulder carefully. "What is it your assignment is on?"

Roman turned to Patton, eyebrows furrowed. "Was that off to you?"

"He probably just needs to focus." Patton offered with uncertainty. "He just needs some quiet time."

Roman took a seat, fidgeting with the straps on his bag. "Do you think he's mad at Princey?" 

"Mad? Why would Virge be mad?" Patton sat beside him, leaning against him as he watched his kiddo's hands.

"He ran away. They had an amazing night together and then Princey ruined it all and disappeared. He won't even text Virgil back."

"V's not mad. He knows Princey was hesitant to meet him, he's just upset he might have scared him away by taking things too fast." 

"He shouldn't be upset with himself, it's Princey's fault!" Roman exclaimed, swiftly getting back up onto his feet, pointing at the door. "Princey should have stayed, should have taken off his own mask and should have faced Virgil instead of leaving him like this to feel miserable. He's an idiotic coward, he's-"

"Don't talk about him like that!" Patton pushed Roman's hand down. "Princeys been there for Virgil through the times I couldn't be, he spent hours and hours up into the night with him until he was okay. He cheered on my Kiddo from practically the very beginning of the webcast, boosting his confidence. He's Virgil's best friend and people get scared. They get nervous, Ro, everyone does. Princey just wasn't ready."

Roman's lip quivered and Patton wordlessly pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back as the thespian struggled not to full on cry. 

He needed to tell Virgil he was Princey.

Chapter 18

Authors Notes: Thought I'd actually update this here too so here it is and hope you enjoy. -Danielle

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Filthy Sweet

Taken By The Wind: A Sam Winchester x Rowena McLeod Love Story

Tags: 18+, sex, explicit sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, consent, size kink. Excessive descriptions of Rowena being gorgeous.

Author’s Note Chapter 1: You Naughty Boy After Chapter 1: Wildfire Chapter 2: Why Thank You Chapter 3: Yes Please After Chapter 3: Hours Chapter 4: Green Velvet Chapter 5: Locked On You Chapter 6: For You, Always After Chapter 6: Whipped Chapter 7: Purple Roses Chapter 8: Heather Interlude: True Chapter 9: Filthy Sweet

Sam x Rowena, 1500 words.  Sam thinks about the things he really loves about Rowena.  Chapter Tags: 18+, sex, smut, oral sex, dirty talking of a sort, language, a little size kink. A/N: My second Sam X Rowena piece inspired by visuals in 14x13. I adore the headcanon of Rowena swearing during sex. @boondoctorwho was reading a chapter for me when she asked, If Sam loves this so much, why doesn’t he tell her? It didn’t fit into that chapter, but here we are. 

Rowena. Sam shook his head. Shit, he loved this tiny, fiery woman. They were working a case together but she was so distracting that he could hardly focus. The way her mouth shaped the words she spoke, the way her hair brushed her cheeks as she tossed her head, the way her fingers never stilled, glossy nails tapping as she waited. 

It was all he could do to keep his hands off her.

Rowena had her trademark sass dialled up to its highest setting, pretending to be Sam’s reluctant and careless wife. When they got a moment alone, he had turned to her and hissed, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well,” she had answered, “I know it’s not ‘pretending to be the FBI’.” The deep edge in her voice made it clear that she was imitating Sam, or Dean, or both. She rolled her pretty green eyes, and Sam was straight gone. He had to clench his fist and swallow hard to keep from grabbing her right up in his arms and kissing her then and there. 

“Just wait until I get you alone,” he murmured, soft and low so only she could hear.

“You promise?” She smirked, glossy dark lips blowing him a kiss before their source returned to the room. 

Sam could spend all day listing reasons he loved Rowena, and still not have enough time. Some of the reasons were obvious. Everyone could see her wildfire beauty, her sparkling aura that made her captivating to men and women alike. Anyone who knew her was in awe of her mind, her depth of knowledge and her experience. 

Other things she shared only with him. The curves and planes of her body, her flawless skin, the way she looked so tiny and pale when she was naked next to him. The way, in spite of -- or perhaps because of -- their size difference, she fit perfectly into his arms. Her enthusiasm and the way they enjoyed one another in bed was for him and him alone. 

In the car on the way back to the bunker, the air between then crackled with sexual tension. Jack was in the front seat, so Rowena settled in the back. Every time Sam glanced in the rearview mirror, she was looking back at him. Her gaze was unflinching, her wide eyes teasing him with desire and promises for more. 

One of the things Sam loved about Rowena was how absolutely irresistible she was when she was mocking him. Not many people could sass a Winchester and get away with it, but she did it so well and so keenly that neither brother could say anything. In the past, when they were enemies, there was a cruel edge to her wit. Now, although her words were just as sharp, there was a fondness in her tone.

Another thing, one Sam kept entirely to himself, was the way she cursed and swore during sex. It went against every inch of her carefully cultivated image as an elegant lady. But beneath that veneer of sophistication there was a Scottish peasant lass with a dirty mind and a filthy mouth. Thanks to her years of education in witchcraft, she knew any number of languages, and apparently had learned obscenities in all of them. So far, Sam had heard at least Gaelic, Latin, Greek, French, and obviously English, as well as some languages he didn’t recognize. 

The first time he had been buried between her thighs and she tossed back her head and began to swear, he had been startled. For a moment, he had wondered if he had done something wrong. Her breathless tone, the flush on her skin, and the way her fingers tangled in his hair to hold him close, let him know otherwise. 

Now, he considered that reaction an achievement. Sex with Rowena was always good, but it wasn’t always that good. He loved pushing her until she came absolutely undone, abandoning all pretense of coherence. Every time, that first moaning curse that fell from her lips was the most delicious sound he could imagine.  That Rowena, that raw filthy sweet breathless Rowena, was the one that only he saw, and one that he treasured. 

He couldn’t wait to get her alone, to push her to that point of releasing control, to watch her unfold beneath his body again.

When they got back to the bunker, Sam told Jack, “Stay out here, Rowena and I have something to talk about.” 

“What do you need to talk about?” Jack wondered, innocently. 

“Ask Dean or Cas,” Sam tossed back over his shoulder as he and Rowena hurried down the hall to their bedrooms. The minute they turned the corner, their fingers laced together. He was practically dragging her with him, her heels tapping out two steps to every one stride of his long legs just to keep up with him. 

He pulled her into his room, kicking the door shut as he pushed her shoulders back against the wall. Their mouths crashed together, all seeking heat and need. She arched her spine, desperately pressing her body along the length of his. He held her close with one hand spanning her waist. His grasp swept her heels right off the ground. The other hand tangled in her high ponytail, yanking her red hair to pull her head back. A sigh punched from her throat. She wrapped herself around him, arms clinging to his neck and legs vining around his. 

Finally he eased his mouth away from hers, his chest heaving with deep breaths. She took the opportunity to sass him again.

“Sam Winchester, is this how you treat a lady?” 

Shiiiiit, the toss of her hair, the curve of her lips, the flash of her eyes.

His hand slipped down to her ass, cupping it in his grasp. “No, but it’s how I treat a witch.” She ground up against him, rocking her hips against his length. He lifted her easily, sweeping her off her feet before turning to the bed. 

Whose hands raked over whose buttons and undid which pants and tossed aside what shirt? No one was keeping track, just that they were both desperate to get as bare and close as possible. 

Rowena was hardly divested of her clothes before Sam sank to his knees next to the bed in front of her. He skimmed kisses up the soft warm skin of her thighs, tasting her, taking his time, before burying his face in her. She hooked one leg over his shoulder and dropped her other heel down, opening herself up, shameless and begging for him. 

Sam had been hungry for Rowena this way since the very beginning. Today was no different. He pleasured her, worshipped her, touched and licked and sucked her until she came with only the lightest sighing curse on her lips.

That was an invitation for him, a challenge, a welcome. He pushed her back against the pillows and she rolled open easily under his touch. Her face was soft, her lips pink and puffy from kisses. Her eyes were wide, green need shining up at him.

“Ro,” he murmured. His breath grew short and ragged as he rocked into her. “Do you have any idea --” his words began to fracture as their bodies met and rose together. “How much I, how much you--” 

“Oh, Sam, oh.” He watched her mouth drop open and her lower lip start to tremble. “I, uh, ahhh--” And there they were, those curses, those beautifully filthy curses. He dragged his hips in and out slowly, every movement drawing another sound from her. 

Rowena arched her back, grinding against him, seeking friction, seeking Sam. “Please, oh, for the love of, fuck, goddess….” The rest of the syllables that fell from her lips were incomprehensible, at least in English, as she clamped down around him and came. 

He didn’t quit fucking her, kept up his steady pace, pushing her higher and farther. She swore and screamed and panted and came again before he let himself go. He buried his face in the velvet soft curve of her neck to her shoulder, murmuring her name. 

Sam opened his eyes to Rowena under him, looking up at him, her gaze sparkling. She smiled and batted her eyes, long lashes sweeping her porcelain cheeks. He lowered his mouth and kissed her. 

“Oh, Rowena,” he said finally. “Such a sweet filthy mouth you have. Not fit for a lady, you naughty little witch.” She giggled, darting a saucy glance at him from under lowered eyelids.

"But you love me like that," she cooed. 

"I wouldn't want you any other way," Sam answered with a grin.

Sam could spend all day listing reasons he loved Rowena. But he would never find words for the ways he loved her the most. For how she cursed and swore when they came together, For how she looked after, all soft and blushed and open.

Sam could spend the rest of his life loving Rowena. 

... Thanks @boondoctorwho @itmighthavebeenintentional for the idea. Thanks @there-must-be-a-lock and @mskathywriteswords for prereading.  ...

SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho @dawnie1988 @deanwanddamons @defenderrosetyler @divadinag @emoryhemsworth @flamencodiva @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @kalesrebellion @kickingitwithkirk @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn   @the-chocolate-moose  @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting

Sam Girl For Life: @awesomesusiebstuff @lilsylvia @winchesterxfamilybusiness

Rowena My Queen:  @delightfullykrispypeach @lilsylvia @marril96 @pansexualdarling @songofthecagedmoose

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Found Family - Ch 1: Arrival

This started with a simple little prompt by @lizluvscupcakes, then we started talking and suddenly this was a whole, established AU? IDK??

Premise: Virgil’s homelife isn’t the best. The day after he turns 15 he packs his bags and runs away to live with the only family who actually cares; his older brother Roman who lives with his best friends Patton and Logan. Virgil is quickly pulled into their little family. He’s never been happier.

Warnings: abuse mention, Virgil is sad and in a bad place but it gets better, running awa, mentioned abuse

Relationships: brotherly Prinxiety, platonic LAMP

Wordcount: about 2k

Masterpost 

Ao3

[You’re here!] Chapter two  Chapter three   Chapter four   Chapter five  Chapter six

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It was dark and cold and wet and Virgil shivered, cursing his parents for birthing him in the middle of december.

It was the 20th of december, barely a day after his fifteenth birthday and he just could not stand it anymore. He had to get out of his parents’ house, had to get away.

So he’d packed a suitcase. Stuffing it to the brim with his things, as much as he could take, packed up his school supplies and books, took all the money he’d managed to save up over the last few years and left. He had only taken the key to his locker at school and left behind the one to the house.

That had been a couple of hours ago. He didn’t want to spend any money so he’d decided to walk to the other end of town but about halfway there it had begun to rain. Just a drizzle at first, it quickly turned into a right downpour and he regretted everything.

Regret quickly morphed into relief when his destination finally came into view. A house, two stories high with a small front lawn and neatly painted fence with a small lamp illuminating the doorway and the house number 23.

He hurried, almost running with how much energy this hope gave him. The lights were on, meaning someone had to be home, maybe even the person he’d come to see and ask for help.

When he knocked, his hope was dampened a little. The man who opened the door was too short to be Roman. He also, unlike Roman, wore big, round glasses.

“Uh- hello?” the man said, looking at him with a bit of confusion.

“Hi. Is- is Roman home?”

“No, sorry. He should be home soon though, if you wanna wait?”

“How soon?”

“Oh about 20 minutes I think. Why don’t you come on in and wait for him, huh? You’re soaked.”

Virgil gave the man a wary glare before an ice cold raindrop found its way under his hoodie and down his back. “Okay. Thanks.”

The man smiled and stepped aside to let him in.

He entered the house, stopping on the doormat to avoid dripping all over the hardwood floor.

“I’m Patton Foster, nice to meet you. Let me get you some towels.”

“Virgil. And thanks.”

“Virgil? Roman’s brother Virgil?”

Virgil looked up at him and nodded.

“Okay. Do you want me to call Ro so he knows you’re here and hurries home?”

“No, thank you. You said he’s gonna be home soon anyways right?”

“Yeah, he got off work a bit ago. You just wait here for a second while I get you some towels and maybe a change of clothes?”

He sniffled a little and nodded.

Patton smiled and went upstairs to the bathroom to grab towels and entered Roman’s room to pilfer a pair of sweatpants and one of Roman’s hoodies.

“Here, kiddo. The bathroom’s down this hall to the left, you can just leave your clothes in the sink and I’ll throw them in the wash and dry them.”

Virgil hesitantly grabbed the bundle of cloth Patton handed him and scurried off to the bathroom.

Five minutes later he was bundled up in a blanket, curled up on one end of the couch while Patton was in the kitchen, making tea to warm the shivering teen up.

There was an uncomfortable, heavy silence between them. Patton didn’t want to push and Virgil didn’t want to bother the man.

They only spoke when Virgil thanked Patton for the tea and Patton assured him that it was no trouble at all. And that was how they sat for a quarter hour until the door opened and shut a few moments after. There was shuffling in the hallway as Roman assumedly took off his shoes.

“Pattycake! I’m home!”

“Welcome home! We’ve got a visitor!”

There was a short pause before Roman’s footsteps grew closer. 

“Who?” he asked but judging from the noise he was making he was already just about to enter the living room and Patton didn’t bother answering him.

Roman entered the living room and stopped short. Virgil peeked up at him and shuffled under his blanket burrito until he could wave at him.

“Hi Roro.”

“Virgil?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing here? Why are you here?”

He shrunk in on himself, pulling the blanket closer.

“I- uh. I can leave if you want me to, I’m sorry.”

“No, no no no, that’s not it, Vee! I’m just surprised, is all.”

“Oh. Okay. I ran away.”

“You ran away? What happened?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.”

Roman sighed, seemingly deflating as he crossed the room to kneel down in front of his little brother. Was it just him or was he still the same height as half a year ago?

“What are you gonna do now? Where are you gonna go?”

Virgil looked down at his lap and shrugged.

“Dunno. I’d hoped to stay with you for a bit, I can pay rent, I’ve got a job! And I’ll do the chores!”

“No, Vee, it’s okay. You don’t have to pay rent. Of course you can stay! You know I’ll always help you. You’ll have to stay in my room but we’ll figure it out, I promise.”

He sniffled and raised his hands towards Roman in a familiar show of grabby hands and Roman smiled as he wrapped his arms around him.

“It’s okay that I’m letting Virgil stay, right?” Roman asked belatedly, looking at Patton.

“Well you still have to ask Logan, kiddo. But I don’t mind. You’re brothers, it’s natural for you to want to help him.”

“Thanks Pat.”

As they waited for Logan to get home Virgil wormed his way into Roman’s lap, snuggling down into his chest. Roman honestly wasn’t surprised by this, Virgil was pretty much always touch starved when they saw each other which, unfortunately, wasn’t as often as Roman wanted since Virgil was kept on a very short leash by their mother and brother Remus.

They pretty much only got to see each other when Virgil was out with their father which became less and less frequent over time.

Roman's biggest regret in life was not being able to take his brother along when he'd moved out at age 18 but Virgil had only been nine then, there had been no way for Roman to take him without endangering both of them.

But now he was here, safe in his arms, small as ever and Roman vowed to himself that he would never let anything happen to Virgil again.

Virgil went rigid when the door opened once again and Roman's arms instinctually tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer as he heard Logan come home.

"Hello Patton, Roman, I'm home." he greeted his roommates, stopping short when he noticed the vaguely human shaped lump of blankets in Roman's lap. 

"This is Virgil. My brother. He's staying with us now." Roman introduced the lump which shifted until a face peeked out at him. Virgil waved.

"Ah. I see. Hello Virgil, it's a pleasure to meet you. Roman has told us about you."

"Hi" Virgil said before returning to his previous position.

“I will get changed now but I propose we talk about this to make sure we are all on the same page with Virgil moving in with us.” Logan declared after another beat of silence. He didn’t wait for any of his roommates to answer him before he trudged up the stairs towards his room.

A while later he returned in more casual clothes and settled down on the couch.

“Alright. Roman, you have told us a few things about Virgil, including that he just turned 15. How are we going to support a 15 year old living with us? Are we financially stable to pay for his wants and needs? What happens when your parents come looking for him? How is he to get to school from here? We’re outside of the school district your parents’ house is in.”

“Uhm… I can pay for stuff, I’ve got a job and I can get to school by bus, work as well.”  Virgil chimed in, already having thought about those points at length. “And- uh. The only person who would care if I suddenly went missing is Ro. And maybe Dad but he’s not been well so nobody’s gonna come looking for me.”

Logan seemed a little uncomfortable at the thought of the boy not being missed by anyone but his older brother. Patton looked equally disturbed and sad about the admission.

“That may be as it is but we should still get a lawyer to advise us on this in the off chance someone does come looking for you. There is no chance a court would let us keep you should we be caught technically having kidnapped you since that is how cases like this often end up going.”

“O-Okay. But lawyers are expensive aren’t they? I don’t know if I have enough money for that.”

“No, none of that. I did say we for a reason. You are a minor and we know about Roman’s complicated relationship with his family and from what he has told us, your relationship with them is even more complicated. We will help you. Don’t worry. Money is not an issue here.”

Patton smiled, reaching out to lay a hand on what he assumed to be Virgil’s shoulder. “He’s right, kiddo. We’re lucky enough to all have jobs that pay well enough to let us put some aside for savings. Having you won’t make a big change. We’ll be okay.”

Virgil just blinked up at him for a moment, eyes impossibly large and looking a little wet and glassy. “Thanks.” he managed to choke out without letting his tears spill over. Then he took in a large breath and buried his face back in Roman’s shoulder where it was warm and soft and comfortable and familiar and he didn’t need to keep looking at these strangers who were willing to help him and spend money on him just because they were friends with his brother.

These people were grown ass men and way too kind for their own good and Virgil promised to protect them with all he had.

But first, he was going to keep hiding his face in his brother’s shoulder and maybe take a little nap. As a treat. Not even Logan and Patton’s chatter bothered him as he fell asleep.

Roman kept himself out of the conversation as he felt Virgil gradually relax against him, wanting to let him sleep. The kid just seemed so tired and whatever had prompted him to run away had probably drained him even more.

“I’ll bring him up to bed, guys.” he whispered once he was sure Virgil was asleep. He somehow managed to get up without dropping his precious cargo, graciously accepting Patton’s offer in opening the door and pulling back his covers so he could tuck Virgil in.

Once Virgil was tucked in properly and Patton had left Roman sat down on the edge of the bed, watching over Virgil for a bit. He was tiny, always having been small for his age but the way he’d immediately curled up under the blankets made him look even smaller, younger and more vulnerable. Roman could barely convince himself to leave the room to rejoin the others in the living room. After a few minutes he got up, leaned over to press a kiss to Virgil’s forehead and left after tucking the blanket closer around him.

When Roman went to bed a few hours later, Virgil was still asleep, pressed against the wall, unconsciously leaving room for Roman to slip in under the covers with him.

Roman had just settled down somewhat when Virgil stirred. He froze, afraid of waking the teen but his worry was unnecessary since all Virgil did was curl up to him and place his head on Roman’s shoulder.

With his little brother’s warm weight at his side, Roman fell asleep faster and easier than he had in months.

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[lovingthereign25]

Never Again

CH. 2

"Roman, I can explain!" You start

"Becky can you please take your goddaughter , I think Y/n and I need to talk" he asked handing Luna to her Aunt Becky.

 You followed Roman to his locker room so the two of you could talk in private.

"When were you gonna tell me you were pregnant Y/n!?" Roman nearly shouted

"Roman I was gonna tell you, I was just waiting for the right time!"  You say 

"The right time? When was that while you were in labor?"he shouted again clearly more upset than a few seconds ago

"No, of course not. It's just you been so busy lately, I wanted it to be the right time and when you weren't so busy!" You shout back

" There is never a right time in this business you know that I'm on the road constantly, I'm literally home a day or two  week Y/n " he said slightly more calm

"I know, I've been trying to tell your for two weeks now, its just I get nervous and then today in my room I had the courage down and was about to but your phone rang and I don't know Ro,I'm sorry! You say in a whole breath.

" Two weeks? When did you find out? How far along are you Y/n?"  He asked his voice getting louder again.

"I found out about three weeks ago. I'm about 10 weeks along now, I was 8 when I went to the doctor." You tell him 

"So that takes us back to what?, July? " he asked 

"I figured mid to or even the end of June right around the time…" Your voice breaks trying your very hardest to hold tears back.

"Oh man, baby come here" Roman says pulling you into his chest remembering all too well what happened back in June. 

**June 18**

You sat in the hospital room next to your mother who had been rushed here two days before when your sister called you frantic saying she had taken a turn for the worst. After many tests and scans the Doctors told you and your family there wasn't much left to do it was in God's hands now.

So here you sat tears streaming down your face begging God not to take your best friend away from you. You started talking to your mother hoping she could hear you telling her about the funny things Luna has been doing lately. Laughing along to a story the other day when she tried drinking from the dogs water bowl.

" Y/n." 

You turn around seeing Roman in the doorway, still in his wrestling gear. Without any hesitation you run right into his arms and break down.

" It's gonna be okay..I'm right here with you" he says kissing your head

" How'd you'd get here so fast I just called you a few hours ago?" You asked in between tears

" I took the company private jet, I told Hunter and he said go, there's no way in hell I let you be alone during all this" he said rubbing your back.

" Thank you!, How's Lulu? Is she okay? You ask trying to change the subject.

 " She's fine love, she's with my parents, how are you baby? Are you eating? He asked.

" No, she hasn't since she's been here!"  Your dad says from behind you

"Hey Dad, I'm so sorry" Roman says extending his hand to your father.

" I'm doing my best son , take my baby home try to get her to relax please!" your father asked

Roman had taken you to the beach house you shared a few miles away so you could sleep and eat and rest a little.Roman had ordered from your favorite restaurant, he ran you a bath and even set the hot tub up for you to relax some more. You sat in the hot tub for about 15 mins before Roman came to check on you making sure you didn't need anything you loved how concerned he was about you and missed how he sweet he could be.

"Roman why don't you come in, I know you're probably sore from being thrown around the ring" you say 

" Thrown around the ring? The Big Dog doesn't get thrown around the ring sweetheart, he protects his yard!" He said smugly stripping down to his boxers.

"Oh well excuse me Big Dog!" You laugh 

" This feels amazing, maybe it'll help my neck too!" He said sliding deeper into the tub.

" Here let me help with your neck" you say sliding behind him to massage his shoulders.

" Wow, I really needed this, I've missed your massages" Roman says closing his eyes in relaxation.

"Roman, thanks for coming out here like this,and I'm sorry you had to miss a show" you say continuing to massage his shoulders

"Y/n you don't have to thank me I would do anything for you especially at a time like this And I'm not worried about the show you mean more to me than some house show" he said rubbing your knee. You smiled to yourself as you continued to work out his knots.

" It's so tight" you say working the knot out of his shoulder.

"Funny I'm usually the one saying that to you" he smirked 

" I was talking about your knot you dirty minded ass!" You say slapping him playfully 

" oh you love my dirty mind, that's when we used to have the most fun" he laughs 

"Yeah, we did have an amazing sex life didn't we?" You say wrapping your arms around his neck.

" We sure did. Remember that time with the table" he recalls making you both burst out in laughter.

" You know Roman speaking of tables, you do know with us the offer is never really off the table" you say bringing your lips to his jawline kissing it softly 

Roman turned around between your legs facing you running his hands up you thighs kissing your then slowly moving down to your neck the chest.

" Good to know" Roman says as he kissed back up to neck.

" Jesus Roman I've missed the way your lips feel" you say throwing your head back as he made his way to your neck sucking on it hard definitely leaving a mark.

Roman slide his hand into your bathing suit bottoms pushing two fingers between your lips slipping them right into your heat.

"Uhhh, Ro! Take me upstairs,I don't wanna just have sex. Roman, make love to me!" You say kissing him passionately.

" Anything you want baby." Roman said picking you up, you wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you up the bedroom slowly placing you on the bed.

"Y/n.. Are you sure?" He asked looking down at you.

" Yes yes I'm sure Roman make love to me please baby I need you!' You beg nodding.

Roman undressed himself then bringing his attention to you removing your bikini as well. He kissed all the way down your body bringing his lips to your core swiping his tongue between your folds before making his way back up to your mouth. He slowly lined his hard member up at your entrance making eye contact and kissing you as he slid into you. You gasped a little missing how he filled you, it had been a few months since you and Roman have had sex, it was like you had to adjust to his huge length all over again.

"You okay baby girl?" Roman asked feeling you swift around him .

" Yeah I'm good, guess I forgot just how big you were" you giggle

" Want me to stop?" He asked 

" No no no I'm fine you feel so good Ro, keep going please" you say kissing his neck.

" Okay well let me remind just how good I can make you feel baby" he smile picking up speed just a little.

Sex with Roman was definitely one of the top things you missed the most being separated. He always made you feel like you were the only thing that matters and your needs were above all else. Whatever you wanted from him you got. Roman kept a steady pace hitting your g spot everytime making you a moaning mess as usual. He made sure to whisper sweet nothings in your ear from time to time as you tried to pull him closer to you wanting to feel every inch of him.

" Roman, flip us I wanna be on top, let me ride you" you say in between moans.

Roman did as you wished flipping you over you settling on top trying to get a good rhythm.

"God Y/n I love when you ride me, I love seeing the look on your face when as your high hits" he said as his eyes rolls back in pleasure.

"Mmm...Roman I'm so close baby" you moan

"Me too baby tell me when your ready to let go" he said thrust his hips up to meet yours. After about four more thrusts you were ready.

"On 3 baby ok...1..2...3 let go y/n cum for Daddy baby" Roman moaned spilling his seed deep inside you. You screaming Roman's name as you let your juices spill all over him as well.

"Fuck that was the best sex we had in a while" he laughs trying to catch his breath.

"Agreed, If not the best sex we ever had" you say trying to calm to breathing as well. You both laid there for a bit you starting to nod off to sleep.

"I love you Y/n, and you don't have to say it back given what's going on with us and all, I just want you to know that I love you and Luna with everything in me!" he said kissing your forehead.

" I love you too Roman, and I always will I really wish things were different between us right now, but I still just need time to think." You say holding his hand and tracing the small turtle on his wrist with your free hand.

Two days later your mother was gone. You had completely lost it breaking down over the slightest memory or mention of her name. You sat in the room for at least 20 minutes after she had passed just holding her hand. Begging God to let this all be a bad dream.Roman never once left your side holding you everytime you would lose it again. Telling you over and over how it would all be okay and you'd get through this because he'd be by your side as long as you needed him.

*Present Day* 

Roman held you for a while until you had calmed down and were ready to finish the conversation.

" So June? I guess that would mean your due date is around March?" Roman asked 

" March 21st to be exact" you reply

"Wow" he said running his hands over his face.

" Roman, I'm sorry I should have told you sooner, but everything is a mess with us right now and i was just so nervous and scared to tell you for some strange reason" you say

" Y/n it's fine I just don't ever want you to think you can't tell me things especially when it comes to our family" Roman says walking over to you. "But hey We're having a baby! Another little mini us!" He laughed placing his hand on your stomach that was only just starting to stick out.

" Yeah, Lulu is gonna be a big sister!  You smile widely.

Roman placed his hands on your face wiping a few stray happy tears away, then taking your lips in his kissing you. You kissed back whether it was you being caught up in the moment or just because you missed him you kissed him back a part of you not wanting to pull away.

" Sorry" Roman whispered still against your lips

"Don't be." You smiled pecking him I once more before heading out find Becky and your daughter.

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Logan and His Little Bumble Bee (Single Dads AU)!!!

Word Count: 2170

TW: Breakup mention, uhhh, Logan has a major distaste for his ex? Oh Logan is pan in this and his ex is a female. Minor character death mention, bad self care, I think that’s it? And most of that is in the second paragraph and doesn’t come up again, but let me know if I missed anything!

Notes: This was produced in spite of my brain not wanting to create. I have a week off I’m not letting it go to waste stupid writers block! Pardon me as I go do... more research and writing for the hogwarts au fic I’m writing. I hope y’all enjoy this!!!

Pairings: past Logan and a female unnamed character that I suppose I will have to make now, slight mentions of pining logicality, familial logince, familial moxiety

Summary: “Roman darling, we have to wash your prince outfit ok?” logan sanders is having a heck of a month you know? suddenly hes a parent and has a promotion and honestly its the most stressed hes been since he was in college but you know he gets moments like these sometimes where he can just hold his little bee and maybe things will be alright.

“Roman darling, we have to wash your prince outfit ok?”

Judging by the screams, it was not ok, and Logan was at the point of sticking himself in the washing machine. He’s tired and the past month of his life has been hell. Last month his ex-girlfriend dropped Roman off at his house as a surprise. Yeah imagine how surprised you’d be to now be the sole guardian of a child you didn’t know existed because your ex was petty enough to keep it from you until she got bored of him 2 years later. So he became a father in a matter of minutes, he got a promotion at work, but that involved working more hours, leaving him with the problem of how the hell was he going to be taking care of a 2 year old when he had work usually 10 hours a day instead of what he used to do. Then he had a bomb dropped that his uncle died. That was… not easy news to take for certain. It was worse that his funeral was halfway across the country, meaning he couldn’t go, and he was stuck at work with a baby and was mourning the loss of his family member and at this point he wasn’t sure if he was able to take it anymore. He hadn’t had a full nights sleep in two weeks, he hasn’t eaten properly for just about that long as well, eating fast food on his way to work every day, usually having coffee for lunch and having something weird thrown together from what he has in his house which for the past week has been cheese ramen while his kid gets the perfect diet because yes, he’s currently a hot mess of the highest caliber, but he refused to let himself be bested by a toddler. He refused to let his ex be a better parent than him, which just so happened to make him love the kid out of spite. And that’s how he got here.

“roro, please? I’ll let you wear your bee onesie?”

And the screams stopped in their tracks. Thank god, Logan had already taken the largest dose of ibuprofen he allowed, and he could still feel the migraine approaching. The baby boy in question was sitting in the grass in Logan’s backyard, playing with some dolls and cars. He turned towards Logan and started crawling over to the tired man sitting in the grass. When he got to him, he sat again and reached up with grabby hands, signaling he wanted to be picked up. Logan obliged, swooping up the little kid and starting to stand up. Roman poked Logan’s cheek softly before planting a big kiss there. He smiled widely, very proud of himself, and Logan felt his cold unfeeling heart melt at the sight.

“oh gosh how could she have given you up. Even if you are a little terror sometimes,” he pinched Roman’s cheek softly with a smile as the little one giggled cutely. “you’re still so sweet and cute. Yes, you are Ro! So sweet and cute! Just like a little bee huh? Ready to be a little bee roro?”

The toddler giggled loudly and nodded before making a grab for Logan’s glasses. Logan quickly twirled him upside down for a moment before swooping him back up.

“no no no! no grabbing dads glasses Ro! I can’t see without those! No no, but we can play with yours okay? You want your glasses?”

Logan had made it into his old office, now a nursery for Ro, and grabbed his bee onesie and his fake glasses that Roman loved to play with. He sat Roman down and changed him rather quickly, luckily once Logan convinces him to listen, Ro is very obedient and behaves very well. He’s a good kid, Logan gets livid thinking about what possible reason she had for giving him up. He picks up Roman again, laughing slightly when Roman tries to wrap his tiny arms around his neck. He quickly grabs Roman’s prince outfit and drops it in the wash with the rest of his clothes, starting it finally.

“what do you wanna do little buzz boy? You wanna go to the park? I have time to go to the park. Hasn’t your sitter taken you before? Do you like the park Robee? Hmm?”

Roman giggles and nods. Logan feels a slight tinge of sadness at the simple response. Roman was 2 years old and babies were supposed to be able to say things that sounded like words by 18 months old. Roman never spoke, he giggled and nodded and shook his head, and understood what Logan said, but he never tried to speak back. The bitter part of him wanted to blame his ex, pretend it was her bad nurturing that led Roman to choosing not to speak, but he knew rationally that sometimes kids had speech impairment and wouldn’t start talking until maybe even 3, but it still worried Logan. Everything he read said it might be autism, but he had his doubts as he worked with autism regularly and had to be well versed with the DSM-5 for his career. He would often repeat words a lot, say the words for what Ro wanted, hoping that he would at least say something. He was going to go to pre k this year, but Logan didn’t feel ok with sending him off to school without any form of communication. That was a set up for something to go wrong, what if the other kids teased him? What if the teachers were bad to him! He would have no way of knowing! That terrified Logan, so he decided he would wait. He had enough money to hire a sitter for another few years while he helped Roman speak. He did fear that he would miss his first words, but he had to work, if he didn’t there was a lot of things he would do instead of… being in Florida psychoanalyzing people all day.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his job, but it was stressful, and he was regularly reminded that just because he’s a qualified professional, doesn’t mean he isn’t more similar to his patients than he was comfortable with addressing.

Logan grabbed his baby bag, refilling whatever the sitter had used the day prior. He strapped Roman into the backpack sling he had, put it on so Roman sat on his chest, preferring being able to actually see his kid, and grabbed the bag and a few other things, being his phone, wallet, and keys. The park was a short walk away and his weekend adventures with Roman were usually the most exercise he got during the week, so he slowly made his way there, stopping occasionally to make a silly face at ro.

“you wanna go to the playground Ro? Or the field?”

Roman held up 2 fingers, and there it is again. Yeah Roman may not talk, but he definitely understands what he’s saying. He’s a really intelligent kid, and Logan may or may not be ridiculously proud of him. They found a rather quiet area in the field and Logan took off the sling and let Roman out of it, letting him wander around. Roman pressed on Logan’s leg softly to help him stand up. He then takes off running, and Logan stays seated, watching his little bumble bee play. Its not until he hears someone clear their throat next to him that he sees another man, a quite handsome man actually, with a baby that seems to have a question. He stands hurriedly.

“oh my, I'm sorry I zoned out a bit I'm running on 2 hours of sleep please forgive me, is there something I can help you with?”

“oh yeah! Oh, sorry to disturb you, you do seem exhausted. Um I was just wondering if you know whose little boy that is? My kiddo is being fussy and wants to play but I always want to check with the parents first, heheh!”

“huh? Oh, that one over there is mine, if your son wants to play, I'm sure my Roman would be happy to join him! How old’s your little one?”

The other mans smile widens and he sits down, letting his son go off to play with Roman. Logan sits down next to him.

“oh, my little Virgil? He’s almost 4! Also, hello, my name is Patton! How old’s Roman?”

“nice to make your acquaintance Patton, I'm Logan. My son is a little older than 2.”

“aww! Really, I thought he was at least 3! He’s pretty big for his age, he looks strong and healthy!”

Roman and Virgil come running over, and Roman is giggling heavily and runs straight into Logan’s arms eliciting a small ‘oof’ from Logan as he wrapped his arms around his child. Virgil also was giggling as he ran into Patton's grasp much faster, knocking them both over. He looked over concerned but lost the worry as he saw Patton laying down and laughing twice as hard as Virgil was, hair sprawled around his head and oh hey there's Logan’s gay showing oof. He turned away, hiding his face in a hug with Roman.

Of course, Roman had to be the curious tike he is right then, pulling out of the hug and patting Logan’s cheeks in confusion. He poked and prodded and pinched because he was Logan’s little scientist and that’s how you figure out things you’re confused by. Logan had a mind to be embarrassed but gosh his Roman is just so cute and curious and man he loves him.

“daddy daddy!!! He’s so funny, he doesn’t talk but he’s funny!!! He’s like me!!! can we play again later?”

Patton sits up, and Logan restrains himself from pulling the leaf out of his hair.

“aw we have to ask his dad first but maybe! Logan, could we set up a playdate later?”

Heck Logan stop being gay for a second, staring at him is creepy, answer him you doofus!

“uh, yeah sure! Ro seemed to enjoy himself, so why not. I only have weekends off, but he has a babysitter that would love to have another thing to do with the little bug. Um, here, let me give you my number and theirs.”

Logan quickly repositioned Roman so he could reach into his baby bag for a pen and paper. He quickly scrawled it out then handed it to Patton.

“oh, you’re left handed? Neat so am I! can I see that paper too? I should probably give you my number so Ro’s sitter knows it.”

Logan hands it over and a few minutes later Patton's phone starts going off.

“oh geez that’s my alarm, I gotta go, some family is visiting for the weekend, it was nice meeting you Logan! I look forward to seeing you and your itsy-bitsy bug boy again! Bye bye Roman! Virgil say bye!”

“BYE ROMAN BYE LOGAN!!!”

And they turn and leave, and Logan lets himself watch for a few short seconds before turning back to Roman. Roman’s face becomes a smile again and he hugs Logan tightly.

“what's up bug? You wanna keep playing or do you wanna go home and take a nap with dad?”

And Roman giggles and hides in his chest before-

“DAD!!! Play dad!!!”

And Logan can feel his jaw drop and he has to quickly fix his expression because Roman starts looking shy.

“Roman! You just! Oh my god you just said your first words!!! Roman I'm so proud of you my little love bug!!!”

And Roman smiles widely again and bounces up and down.

“bug!!! Bee bug!!!”

“yes Roman, yes bees are bugs oh I love you so much roro I'm so happy! You make dad so happy roro!”

“happy dad!!!”

“I, I need to tell your mom! She’ll be so proud of you Ro just like me!”

“noooo! No mom! Mom… mom bad!”

And Logan’s face drops. He swoops up Roman and hugs him tight. He doesn’t want Roman to think that, his mom, his mom still loved him, he’s sure of it… she was being responsible and having someone else take care of him… or at least that’s what Roman should think.

“no, no Roman she… Roman she loves you so much you know that. She’s not bad she’s just not ready to take care of you.”

“you too! You too but… I… here. You here. Mom bad. Mom gone.”

And if Logan started crying that was no one’s business but his own. Besides, this wasn’t the time, right now he had to deal with a ridiculously self-aware 2-year-old.

They would play in the grass for another hour, and Logan would blink the tears in his eyes away and prepare to have one heck of a conversation with his ex when they got home. Right now, though? Right now, he was reveling in the short amount of time he had with his son.

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Run To Me; Part Nine

Blow a kiss, Fire a gun: Teaser Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15 Pt.16 Pt.17 Pt.18 Pt.19 Pt.20 + NSFW Alphabet with Mob!Tom

Run To Me: Series Masterlist!

Words: 4,682

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Notes: I apologise if any of the medical info in this is wrong! I did a little research did mostly pieced things together after watching all of greys! (lmao)

Disclaimer: @upsidedownparker did some really amazing work recently on her fic WAHB and i’m in no way trying to take her work!!! this has been planned since chapter one and I’ve discussed it with her :)

It felt like hours before the ambulance arrived, but in reality, it was only minutes. Those minutes consisted of Tom quivering and sitting hunched over on the concrete, rainwater soaking his black pants.

The car that had collided with your daughter had taken off at a fast pace, not even bothering to follow the basic road rules when turning the corner and Tom wasn’t even able to make out the licence plate, though he’d admit that it hasn’t been on his mind as he crouched down by his daughter, words scratching and clawing at the back of his throat. 

Something about the situation didn’t sit right with him- of course a lot didn’t, but the car itself. 

Rosie looked shocked, obviously terrified but her eyes didn’t move from the sky, dark grey clouds moving much slower than the heaves and grunts of pain that left her lips. 

Her hands were grazed, little stones digging into her palms where she fell and fingernails slightly bloody and covered in mud dirtied her dress even more as they shook, right arm twisted at an odd angle and it made Tom screw his face up- despite having seeing this type of thing many times before. Her cheeks were stained with tears both old and new, a visible sign of the obvious pain that she was in and Tom wanted to scoop her up but couldn’t move- he felt frozen, like the rainwater was cementing him down and all he could do was watch as her mouth opened and she began to cry.

Rosie swallowed, the back of her throat burning as she tried to speak but it was a struggle. She wanted to look around frantically but everything hurt. Her back was hard against the concrete road, dress sticking to her skin but she licked her lips gently, tasting something warm and crimson.

She let out a choked sob, eyes squeezing shut. “Mommy.”

Tom shushed her, pushing a strand of curly brown hair away from her eyes, feeling her warm tears against his fingertips.

“Hey, she’s coming okay? She’s going to come soon.” He whispered to his daughter, trying to drown out the words of the lady from emergency services that he’d been talking to for the last two minutes.

“Mo-mommmy.” She sobs, eyes stricken with fear. She recognised the man, of course she did. He was the one that was nice to her and called her a badass but he most definitely wasn’t her mommy. 

She lifted her right arm, wanting to reach out and grab something but she didn’t know what, she just knew she needed to hold something- only she was struck with pain, crying out as it somehow hurt even more.

Tom could no longer tell the difference between her tears and raindrops as he clenched his fists. He bit down on his lip at the sight of hot, red blood seeping through her teeth. He moves his phone, blocking out the speaker as the lady continues to speak to him.

“Someone help!” He screeches, scaring the girl slightly. His throat burned which was something the two shared. It ached and begged him to stop but he only continued yelling until two pairs of footsteps came out.

Cars pulled to the side and looked at the scene, some getting out of their vehicles and collecting around the pair and Tom hated it. He hated people viewing his daughter like she was some kind of- some kind of damn circus animal. They gaped and cried and whispered, and Tom wanted to tell them to stop it, but he couldn’t.

He should’ve scooped her up and put her on the sidewalk, resting her broken figure on a bed of grass instead of concrete but he feared that if he even touched her incorrectly then she’d break, entire body fall apart beneath his fingertips as she shattered like a piece of glass.

Rosie cranes her neck and spots her twisted arm, gasping for air that didn’t seem to be making its way into her lungs, Tom places her head back down on the concrete, putting his hand beneath her head so that she had something soft to lay on.

“Your mom’s coming, you hear? So is help but I need you to just lay back and look at me.” Tom speaks carefully, staring into her hazy eyes instead of those that peered on. In the distance he hears sirens, growing closer with each passing second.

Rosie nods as best she can and looks up at Tom, lips trembling.

Pairs of footsteps rush closer, two to be exact and Rosie almost jumps up when she sees’ her mommy, even in a large amount of shock and pain she still tries to get to you. It fails due to the pain erupting through her lower abdomen. Your hair was sprawled around messily, ponytail no longer existent. From the moment they discovered your daughter missing to the moment you saw a crowd forming panicked on the sidewalk your heart rate had accelerated. It was a gut feeling, mothers instincts.

You fall to the concrete, hitting the ground with such force that you were lucky your kneecaps survived the fall and the water immediately soaks your yoga pants, running through the thin material to your legs.

“Rosie- Ro.” You say, “Hey baby.”

You look her up and down, noticing the changes from the little grazes that lined her face to her arm that was twisted sickeningly and her breathes that were harsh, struggled. A set of fingers take your hand, gripping harshly to the point where her nails- as short as they were, dug into your hand.

“It hurts.” She cries, clinging onto your arm with her left hand.

While the drug situation had previously been your worst nightmare, this topped it easily.

“I know it does, but help is coming.” She nods, tears running down her cheeks and you run your thumb over her palm soothingly, even if it were only a small act. You look to Tom who sat on the other side of her, staring with wide eyes. 

“What happened- what the fuck-”

He stops you, looking up. Between the two of you, it was clear that visibly you were more panicked, but on the inside, Tom was terrified. One of the daycare teachers try to clear the road, shooing away the viewers who send you pitiful glances.

“She was hit by a car, it was a hit and run. The ambulance is on the way.”

You nod, looking back to Rosie. “Look at me, Roo. You’re so brave.” You send your daughter the warmest smile you could muster up. “You’re going to be okay.”

“My arm hurts and I can’t- It won’t let me breathe.” She mutters, head drifting back, but Toms' hand remains. He tries to ignore the fact that his hand was slowly growing red, a small puddle of blood forming in his palms.

The ambulance pulls up, coming to a sudden halt a few meters away and you don’t drag your eyes off of your daughter who was almost oblivious, spending the time trying to wiggle her toes that were almost frozen in her shoes.

Your thumb continues to run soft circles. “Just take slow breaths, remember? Like I do when I freak out.”

Over exaggerating it, she takes a deep breath, air entering her lungs slowly- or so you hoped. She holds it for a moment before exhaling and you give her a smile, the paramedics rush over, two of them and you inch away so they can get in, but Rosie only whimpers and tries to get closer to you. You had to trust them with her- but really you wanted to hold her close, pull her into your chest and hope that’d be enough to fix all of her wounds.

The reality of the situation was that you had to trust Rosie with complete strangers, and it was harder to accept then you thought it would be. The next few minutes go by in a blur and you couldn’t recite it even if you raked your brain. But Rosie could. She could recite every word spoken to her by the paramedics, remember exactly how it felt to lay there in the cold and retell just where it hurt. Because even in a state like this, she was attentive.

“Who’s coming in the ambulance?” One of the paramedics ask, red hair pushed back neatly in a ponytail as she glances between you and Tom, who now stared down at his blood struck hands.

You look at him, hearing more sirens in the distance, red and blue lights flashing wildly. “I can’t, the cops-”

“Go, let me sort it.” He pushes, climbing off of the pavement, wiping his hands against his jeans and you blink away any remaining tears, seeing the crimson red that stained his pants.

“Are you sure?” You ask, knowing he meant both situations about whatever happened at the daycare, and with the hit and run.

“You know I can see to it, trust me and go with her, I’ll come down and send you a text when I arrive.” He says, despite the fact that he was doubly himself currently. But the last thing you needed was another thing to worry about.

“Tom-” You start, only for him to cut in.

“Go be with your girl”

Hesitantly, you nod and walk in the direction of the ambulance. While you do that, Tom walks towards the police officers. How he was going to deal with such a situation moments after seeing his own daughter hit and as injured as she was? you weren’t sure but climbed in the back of the vehicle where your daughter was already waiting.

You shake both out of fear, and because of the water that had soaked your clothing, both freezing cold and stuck in a panic of shock and take a seat where you were instructed, not wanting to get in the way. At the same time, you’re an arm's length away from Rosie whos sobs could still be heard.

“Mommy?” She struggles, pushing the hands of the paramedic away. “No!” She tells them again, not being able to see you.

“Yeah?” You speak up just loud enough so that she knows’ you’re there and Rosie stops struggling, craning her neck in the direction of your voice until she can see you from the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” She tells you as the paramedics begin to get to work. She struggles to see you, wincing as she has to strain her neck. “I-I didn’t mean to get hurt.”

You wipe away threatening tears with your already soaked t-shirt, heart beating erratically as she apologises. “It wasn’t your fault, okay? None of this was your fault.”

She tries to nod and does the best you can and you pull your phone out of your back pocket, going straight to your father's contact. You scroll right past Aidens, feeling bile rest easy in the back of your throat just at the thought of him. At that moment, he was nothing more then dead to you.

-

Tom walks through the hospital halls, wet shoes squeaking against the floor.

He always hated hospitals, especially since the last time he was here- nearly five years ago. But last time he was here for you, now he was here for his daughter. Still, the sight of you in the hospital bed, reasonably battered and stiff had remained in his head to this day. He could still remember your room number, and the colour of the balloons Paddy had gotten you as a ‘get well soon’ present- pink, yellow and blue.

The smell of disinfectant is enough to make him screw his face up, but Tom was surprised to see that the children's ward was much different. While he’d pictured white walls, white chairs and blinds- white everything to say the very least, he was surprised to see that it was in fact, reasonably colourful.

Toys lay scattered in the waiting room, cartoon pictures all over the walls and a tv in the corner plays what could only be a Barbie movie. He almost trips over a toy car, foot instead coming in contact with a plush toy as he makes his way to the front desk.

There were sick kids sitting around the room, some on their parent's laps coughing wildly, while some had casts or cried softly. Some looked sicker then others and it made him worry more about his own child and the case that she was in.

“I’m here to see Rosie Y/L/N?” He rushes out, fascination with the ward disappearing as his hands meet the edge of the counter. Suddenly he wished he’d bought at least a jacket considering his shirt was still drying and sticking to his abdomen in places.

The receptionist types the name into the computer without another word, typing away slower then Tom would’ve liked but he waits patiently, foot tapping away against the floor matching the sound of the clock ticking in the distance.

He runs his fingers over his thumb, the side of it to be more specific, near one of his most recent tattoos and manages to drown out the waiting room chaos for a moment. Rosie- Rose.

“No one under that name has been admitted.” She tells him with a thick American accent.

Tom tilts his head and curses, wondering if he’d gotten the wrong hospital, but quickly backtracks.

“What about Rosie Holland?”

The lady types away again, faster this time before glancing up at Tom, raising a brow at his frazzled state. “What is your relationship with her?”

His foot stops tapping, eyes widening slowly realising that she had his last name- of course she did though because you still had his and despite the situation, he feels a sudden wave of pride which was a change from the constant guilt he’d been feeling lately.

“I’m her father.”

Maybe he only used it because he had a gut feeling they were only letting direct family members see her, or maybe he said it because it was a mere fact. He was her father. Tom took great pride in the word, despite it being the first time he’d properly used it. But he still felt unworthy of it.

She passes over a visitors sticker and Tom slaps it on his wet shirt, “Room 209, floor two.”

He thanks the lady and continues down the hall until he reaches room 209, knocking first. Maybe he hesitated first, debating if seeing her straight away was the best thing to do. It was the first time he’d thought about it since leaving the daycare and now he was doubting himself.

Before he could stop himself he knocks, bruised knuckles hitting the door repeatedly and it swings open, revealing you and a sleeping Rosie, her head plush against the pillow, mouth slightly agape as a line of drool runs down her chin. A hot pink cast covered her right arm and it was the brightest thing in the room, gaining his attention almost straight away.

You look up, hair sticking to your face as you lift your head off of the kid-sized mattress they had provided your daughter with, smiling lightly when you see Tom standing at the entrance a little unsure of himself. Maybe at was an understatement to say that your heart sped up, but after today you looked at him as a hero- even if it was just while you were in a state of pure gratefulness.

“Hey, come in.” You say quietly, listening to the gentle snores that slip your daughter's lips. She sounded peaceful, a change from her consistent cries that had broken your heart only a couple of hours earlier.

Tom shuts the door slowly, making sure it barely makes a sound as it closes and gently pads over to the two of you. It didn’t take very many steps to reach you in the small, shoebox hospital room, dodging the little bed just a smidge too big for the small girl held together by bits of cast and watched carefully by white circles that stuck to her skin, watching every little detail. Waiting for a change.

Drawings were stuck to the walls from previous patients, a selection of stuffed toys lining the windowsill. It was much happier then the hospital rooms upstairs, but an uneasy feeling still settled in the pit of his stomach.

“Hey.” He says, grabbing a seat that sat against the wall and gently placing it down next to you so that he could talk without being too loud. He takes a seat close enough so that he can see the tears that stained your cheeks, bags visible under your eyes and the little baby hairs at the back of your head that were tucked beneath the mucky green hoodie.

He fits comfortably beside you, hands going to his knees instead of the side of the hospital bed.

“Here, my dad bought up some stuff including spare clothes so I don’t need this anymore.” You unwrap the blanket from around your shoulders, snuggling further into the sweat and leggings that your father had generously bought, glancing at the teddy that Rosie held under arms that he’d grabbed too.

“I can’t-” He tries to say, grabbing the woollen blanket only to hand it back.

You shake your head, placing it on his lap. “Tom, take it, please.”

He sighs, knowing you weren’t going to back down and despite the hospital room being warm thanks to the heaters, he was still cold. He wraps it around himself, suddenly engulfed in warmth.

“How is she?”

“She was in a lot of pain before she fell asleep, the doctor said that the painkillers would have kicked in by the time she wakes up though so that’s good.” You look away from your daughter, and instead over to Tom. “She broke her right arm as you can see by the- pink and they said that she took a good hit to the abdomen and did a few scans, there was no internal bleeding but a lot of bruising. She was so lucky she didn’t break her ribs, or puncture a lung but they still want to keep her in overnight, just to keep an eye on her head.”

Concern fills Toms eyes, despite knowing she was okay- or at least as okay as she could be after taking a hard hit like that. A white bandage was wrapped securely around the girls head pushing her curls hard against her forehead and a little spot of blood stained the back of the bandage. Tom forced his eyes away from the site.

“We’re so lucky. I’ve never seen her so scared before, you know?”  You finish, thumb running circles over her palm.

Despite knowing that her injuries for such an incident were only minimal, he felt nervous for the girl that lay still beneath the pooh bear sheets, fingers wrapped around the top pulling them up around her shoulder as she faced her mom, hot pink cast against her hip gently.

“She was so strong,” Tom says, finally finding his voice beneath layers of fear he’d been swallowing up to this point.

“She is.” You smile, eyes remaining on Rosie. “Now she just has to wear that until her arm heals.” There’s an awkward silence that settles for a few moments, before you turn to him in your seat, eyes hooded with stress and exhaustion. “Thank you- for being there for her, if you weren’t then It would’ve been a stranger.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I just spoke to her.” He tries to tell you, pulling the blanket closer to his chest.

“She told me that. You know if you weren’t there and she tried to get up she could have more injuries then this?” You tell him. “You were there for her, I’m so grateful.”

“I just happened to be there, you know?”

The wind outside caused tree branches to scratch against the window, the awful weather making the day somehow worse then it already was.

The sheets shift as Rosie stirs, rolling onto her back and the two of you watch as she tries to open her eyes, lashes fluttering against her cheeks a few times before she successfully gets them open. Deep, brown eyes scan the room without craning her head too much, headache still vaguely there. She scans until she finds you.

Overcome with a numb feeling, she struggles to make sense of the room, focusing more on the fact that only just before she went to sleep she was in crippling pain, cheeks still puffy and eyes squinted from all the tears she shed. She was exhausted from crying, you both probably were.

“Mommy?”

“Hey.” You smile warmly, your voice no more then a whisper. You lean forward in the seat as she wets her lips. “You remember what happened?”

She nods, blinking a few times to adjust her vision and looks at the man sitting beside her mother with the hair that was like hers, the nice man that had found her when she was hurt. He stares at her, hands pulled up to his lips and eyebrows knitted together. He didn’t know what he was waiting for.

“Hello.” She whispers, suddenly feeling immensely shy.

Tom was shocked, but sits up in his seat, coughing lightly. “Hey.” He loosens his grip on the blanket. “How do you feel?”

“Head hurts.” She groans, reaching up with her left arm to scratch at the bandage and Tom’s quicker then you, taking her hand and placing it back down on top of the sheets. It was true what they said about kids hands being soft because hers sure as hell were and maybe it was weird of him to think that- but it was true.

His hand, purple and blue fading bruises sit on top of hers for a moment, the fading scratches and nail marks on her hand, and the few that scattered up her arm were visible and she lets out an audible gasp at the sight.

“Just like me?” She asks, voice slightly scratchy after just waking up.

He wants to tell the four year old that he got his marks from doing something different- something that was classed as bad and something that she shouldn’t even think of doing but can only nod his head, not wanting to turn this into a lecture about wrong and right when she was wounded and struggling to stay away.

“Just like you, see?” He holds his hand up and Rosie pokes the bruises, her mouth falling agape as she remembers getting little marks like that after falling off of her scooter, or bumping into a wall.

You watch them interact, Rosie somehow radiating both tiredness and confusion at the same time as the clock strikes seven pm. She places his hand back down on the bed, grabbing her teddy that was not leaning over the side of the bed and pulls him into her chest.

“The doctor said you can have your lollypop when you wake up, do you want it right now?” You offer, grabbing it off of the side table. The treat rustles between your fingers.

She nods her head gently, the bandage shifting a little as you unwrap the candy and hand it to her. It was raspberry flavoured, almost as pink as the cast on her arm and places the treat between her lips. Rosie seems to forget about the pain in a moment, instead of focusing on the flavours that were exploding in her mouth.

Dropping her teddy to grab the stick, she pulls it out of her mouth and shoves it in Toms’ direction, waiting patiently for him to grab it.

“Want some?” She offers, the lolly encased in her own saliva.

Tom tries not to screw his face up, her fingers already sticky around the candy and shake his head politely, declining the offer. “I’m okay, thank you though.”

“Mommy?” She hands it over to you, chubby fingers tightly gripping the stick and you shake your head as Tom had only moments earlier.

“It’s yours, Roo, you deserve it.”

She smiles and places it back between her teeth, pain no longer visible in the way she lay back against the sheets, fingers sticking to her teddy that she tugged tightly to her chest, the little dress she’d been wearing was in a bag in the corner replaced by a yellow hospital gown that hung below her elbows, pulled right up to her neck so that she couldn’t play with nor see at least some of the wires.

Tom pushes his seat back, the plastic scraping against the floors uncomfortably. Rosie snaps her head up, wincing as pain shoots through it and grips your hand a little harder. “I should grab a nurse, just to check up on things, you know?”

Tom glances at her little feet that were covered by the sheets, but he could see where they ended, nonetheless. His girl was so small, no smaller then most other four-year-olds but he wasn’t used to being around children so maybe he didn’t know that. Somehow he felt that the little girl in the hospital bed, as small as she was would quickly become his entire world.

“Yeah, good idea.” You reply, looking back to Rosie who was trying to break the lolly with her teeth.

Tom leaves the room, hand gripping the door handle harshly as he tugs it open. Any anger he’d been feeling, all of the frustration that had been replaced with concern and care while he was in that hospital room came back up like bile, his jaw clenching the second the door closed. He stepped out into the hall and leans against the wall, flicking out his phone.

Tom leans against the wall in the hallway, watching to make sure no one listening in before clicking Harry’s contact. He’s met with a familiar ringing sound which continues for a few moments before his brother picks up, not even getting in a hello before Tom’s speaking, his words quick and slightly mumbled as he hurries to get everything out.

“I need you to get Aiden Wilson, I’m sure you remember who that is.”

“Woah- Hello to you too.” Harry chuckles, fingers tapping against his older brothers desk. “Course I remember Wilson.”

Harry leaned back in the easily oversized leather seat, the fire crackling behind him and chucks the pen he’d been holding back down on the wooden desk. Of course his brother had left him with the paperwork.

Tom groans, rubbing his eyes out of pure stress, which was also evident in his voice and how harsh his words were. “This isn’t a fucking joke I need you to get Wilson and I need you to take him down to the warehouse.”

“What happened?” Harry questions, already notifying his twin brother who was only just down the hall.

“I’ll explain everything later but you were right-” Tom lowers his voice as two nurses walk past, turning to face the wall more. “We should’ve just done it.”

“Told you, didn’t I?” Harry remarks, never one to miss a good ‘I told you so’ moment.

Tom felt the need to shout at his brother but sighs deeply, glancing back into the hospital room through the small window that was available. He sees’ Rosie sitting up, talking to you about something and even smiling and feels a pang of jealousy and need to get back in the room.

“Shut the hell up and do it, he’s probably already on the run.” He instructs his younger brother.

“Can do. Anything you want us to do to him?” Harry would admit, he had been craving action lately and now that it was happening, he was beyond excited. Ready to get his hands dirty.

“Whatever the hell you want, just don’t kill him yet. We need to have a chat.”

“Geez, angry Tom is back.” Harry snickers, getting out of his seat and grabbing his coat. “See you later, boss.”

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The Butterfly Effect -Decisions, Decisions, Decisions (23/26)

Sanders Sides: Roman, Logan Inspiration: from @writing-prompt-s  “My domain is time,” said the Genie. “Instead of three wishes, you get three decisions. Go back and choose again.” Blurb: Roman has three chances to change his life for the better. Three chances to fix past mistakes. Three chances to totally screw it all up. But who said life is worth living unless one takes a little risk? Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Overall Fic Warnings: Major Character Death (mentioned), Suicide (mentioned), Suicide Attempt, Partial Paralysis, Injuries, Blood, Punching/Fighting, Knives, Medicinal Misuse, Toxic Roommates (implied/mentioned), Acrophobia (fear of heights), Falling, Nausea, Bullying (implied/mentioned), Car Accident (mentioned), Prison (mentioned), Negative Self Talk, Panic Attack, Bomb (mention), Surgery (mentioned)

To Catch Up: Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Chapter 16  Chapter 17  Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 20  Chapter 21  Chapter 22

Roman had never wanted an office job. Stuck in an windowless cubicle. Sitting at a desk. Staring at a computer screen. He could feel his creative brain cells shriveling at the mere thought.  

He quietly exhaled, tugging at the red kerchief he’d tied around his neck to hide the scar, taking the opportunity to feel the metal of the crown necklace hidden underneath.

It was probably morbid in a way, to wear the thing that took away his voice. But at the same time--

Happy Thoughts.

Roman couldn’t imagine not wearing it. He’d always worn it whenever possible before. He wasn’t going to let a little accident stop him from doing so now.

Adjusting the sleeves of his white dress shirt, pushing them up past his elbows, Roman took a breath, brushing the pocket watch hidden under his shirt as he looked up at the skyscraper emblazoned with the S.P.E.C.S. Logo.

Thankfully, he wasn’t completely clueless to what he was getting into. The memories of the last...well the last six months, since he’d been in a coma for the other half of the year...had drifted into his mind with the grace of a sledgehammer as he’d stayed up too late trying to find out what had happened to Virgil.

They told him about his struggles with physical therapy, about learning sign language to communicate, and more recently how he, Patton, and Logan had been working to create a more ‘vocal’ language of clicks, whistles and pops that Roman could make with his tongue and lips to communicate.

He knew Patton had transferred his residency to the City so he could be closer to Roman and that his best friend was constantly calling and dropping by to ensure he was doing okay and following his strict recovery program to the letter. Occasionally, Pat would even bring him new creams to try to help the scars on his body fade.

Roman grimaced, lifting a hand to feel the new half moon scar by his left eye. So many scars.

The memories had told him hundreds of things last night.

Except what happened to Virgil. 

He hadn’t seen scriptwriter since the bridge. Since his bungled rescue attempt.

The guy was practically a ghost. Hours of scouring the internet had yielded him a Facebook page that hadn’t been updated in years, a myspace account similarly void of recent activity, and a handful of articles about the accident on the bridge. Virgil had survived that, having been taken to the same hospital that Roman had spent six months lying in a coma in. But after that? Nothing. No word on how his own recovery went. No word on where he’d disappeared to.

No word on if he was still alive.

Would Thomas know the answer?

Would he even allow Roman to ask him?

“You know, for just ‘coming to check out the place’...I didn’t expect you to appear so nervous, Ro.” Logan called to him, stepping out of the building, two styrofoam cups in hand.

Dressed in a black shirt and blue tie, he looked just like any other worker coming in and out of the building. No one would suspect the Nerd in glasses was actually the CEO of the place.

Roman huffed, blowing his hair out of his eyes. ~I’m not nervous.~ He signed, lifting his chin. ~I was admiring the building.~  

Logan quirked an eyebrow. “Sure you were.” He said, handing him one of the cups. “I’ve conducted enough interviews to know a nervous person when I see one, Roman. You’re nervous.”

Roman clicked his tongue in irritation, feeling the cold sides of the drink. =Shut up.=

Logan sighed. “I’m not expecting you to say yes, Ro. It’s a job offer. That’s all. If you don’t think it will work out here, you can leave.”

He knew that. But that didn’t bring any comfort. It was an office job. Pure and simple.

“In any case.” Logan tilted his head to the cup. “It’s frozen hot chocolate. To satisfy your new sweet tooth and keep steam from coming out of Dr. Patton’s ears if he thought I was offering you something hot.”

Right. ~We can’t have that.~ Angry Patton was not a sight he wanted to deal with today, especially when it came to drinks. He wasn’t allowed hot things because his throat was still healing. Wasn’t allowed hard things for fear of tearing the lining. Gah. What he wouldn’t give to chow down on a bag of Ranch Doritos right now. He’d been limited to soft and cold foods for far too long because the doctors were worried about his throat tearing from too hot of a drink, or too sharp of a chip.

Roman lifted the cup to his lips, taking a sip and popped his lips in surprise. =How?= It tasted just like Hot Chocolate! How--what wizardry was this?

Logan shrugged. “I don’t know, but I had hoped it would satisfy.” He said adjusting his glasses, giving Roman a small smile.

Roman took another sip, before grinning, saluting Logan like Remy would have. =Perfect.= he clicked.

He hadn’t met Remy in this timeline. The coma had kinda made that impossible.

“Good.” Logan smiled, gesturing to the skyscraper. “So? Ready for the tour?”

No. But he’d said he’d come look. Roman nodded. ~Lead the way, Boss.~ He said, following after Specs as he led them inside to---

A jungle.

It was like walking into a freaking jungle.

He stopped dead, mouth dropping open, staring at the various flowers, vines, bushes and even large trees growing in the wide open room, the large windows outside hadn’t indicated floors...no the ‘first’ floor extended at least six stories up, wide open, like its own mini biosphere.

Logan chuckled. “I told you it wasn’t your typical office, Roman. We are trying to save the planet after all.”

Roman blinked, hands stuttering in their movements. ~Yes, but---Flowers? Trees? Insi--How?~

He’d expected desks, ringing phones, possibly labs every now and then with scientists in their oversized goggles doing experiments. But having an actual mini rainforest inside a building? ~YOU! I thought l.a.b.s.~ He fingerspelled. ~e.x.p.e.r.i.m.e.n.t.s Mad Scientist. Not World in a building!~

“And that’s why I offered you a place here, Ro.” Logan said, his eyes sparkling as he pulled Roman deeper into the building, walking along the clearly marked paths, while people strolled by, some in dress shirts and pants, others wearing lab coats or in overalls and covered in dirt. “It’s not your typical sit down job. I think, if you give this place a chance, you could find something to suit you here.”

He’d expected to walk in and walk back out an hour later, washing his hands of the whole office gig once and for all, content that he’d satisfied Logan’s pleas to try it out.

But no. Each room Specs lead him to on the tour held a new surprise, a new adventure. No two floors were exactly the same, devoted to different areas of research and experimentation. It wasn’t just energy conservation or restoring the planet. 

Logan was still devoting six floors to medicinal studies, potential cures, and new medical procedures that were less invasive with better equipment to help Patton out in this timeline. 

He had created another two floors for testing new environmentally safe building materials, some artificially created, others using organic sources. 

Logan even had an entire floor devoted underwater exploration, acting more like a command center for a virtual army of underwater robots and mini submarines.

It was all...more captivating than Roman wanted to admit.

He couldn’t see how he could contribute to it though. His major had been in theatre. He chewed his bottom lip in thought, following Logan back outside hours later. The day having passed by in a blur.

Maybe he could help out with the building materials? He had helped build sets for plays back in the day. Taken a couple carpentry and metalworking classes. If he brushed off those rusty skills…maybe...maybe...he could….

“It’s a lot to take in, I know.” Logan said, interrupting his inner musings as he flagged down a taxi for Roman to take home.

Roman nodded, silently grateful that he wouldn’t have to take the bus back. The day he received the all clear to rid his motorcycle couldn’t come soon enough. ~Understatement.~

“Just...think on it okay? Working here. For me.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck. “For as long as you need, Ro.”

Funny. He’d said almost the same thing to Logan when he’d been a ex-convict huddled on a street corner. He’d given him a chance. A job. Roman nodded, clapping Logan on the shoulder. ~I’ll let you know.~ He promised, giving Specs his most winning smile as he slipped into the back of the cab. ~Soon.~

Roman gave a jaunty wave through the glass, his smile fading into a thoughtful frown as the taxi took off, dropping him off at his small apartment twenty minutes later for another PB&Crofters dinner.

He exhaled, mind whirling as he stepped out onto the balcony, careful to not look over the edge.

Falling.

He shook his head, resolutely looking out to the river a stone’s throw away.

It wasn’t just this potential job he had to think about.

Roman brushed the broken crown hidden under the kerchief, before grabbing the chain around his neck, fishing the golden pocket watch from out of his shirt. He held it the palm of his hand, tracing the design with his thumb.

It was the Warp.

It had been weighing in the back of his mind the entire day.

His final choice.

Roman could choose to keep this life. Live as a mute. Unknown. Unable to have the acting career he’d always dreamed of. Working instead for Logan’s Environmentally Willy-Wonka-esque company for the foreseeable future.

Or he could choose to reject his three choices. Return to his fame and fortune. Return to being a big star on Broadway, return to his trip to London for filming his first major role in a movie. Return to being able to speak, laugh, and sing again.

Roman narrowed his eyes as he slipped the chain from around his neck.

Return to a life with a homebody Patton -blind and in a wheelchair, temperamental Logan -an ex-con with a large LOGIC tattoo on his forehead barely getting his life back together. And Virgil….Virgil dead from suicide before his film script became famous.

He shook his head, lifting his eyes to the river, watching yachts idly moving up and down it. His hand tightened on the watch.

Or keep this life.

With Patton on his way to becoming a successful Pediatric Surgeon, helping children recover from their illnesses.

With Logan and his company improving the world with each new invention, each new discovery.

With Virgil….hopefully still alive, hopefully on the path to his own fame and fortune.

His lips twitched.

It wasn’t much of a choice really.

In one smooth movement, Roman pulled his arm back.

So long old life.

He thrust his arm forward--only for a rainbow hand to grab his wrist, stopping him from throwing the watch into the river.

To Be Continued Chapter 24  Chapter 25  Chapter 26

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rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

was tagged by @chromalogue​ (thank!!)

1. nicknames: the ro friend calls me ace, little sister 1 calls me dork, and and little sister 2 goes back and forth between “face,” “faish,” and “fishy” bc she adorably can’t pronounce my name proper (which tbh no kids ever rly can)

2. gender: mostly a girl, sometimes more, sometimes less

3. star sign: virgo

4. height: 5′1

5. time: 11:10pm

6. birthday: sept. 3

7. favorite bands: ehhhhhh i don’t ? rly listen to bands a whole lot uh. poets of the fall is nice, and fun., and nickelback, and ? others

8. favorite solo artists: uhhhh well tracy chapman’s always gonna be up there, fond of amos lee too, and p!nk, and julia nunes, & ?? others again

9. song stuck in my head: “i’ve got a dream” from tangled and “pizza” by julia nunes have both drifted through a couple times while writing this, also “when the sun goes down” from in the heights

10. last movie i watched: the incredibles!!

11. last show i watched: uhhhh i just watched the latest supergirl ep, but like fuck that bc the whole...nazi crap they’re pulling. soooo let’s talk the last show i watched in the marathon sense, which is leverage. love me some leverage

12. when did i create my blog: 2013

13. what do i post: if we’re talking original posts then complaining mostly? but if we’re talking reblogs then dr who stuff (+bonus leverage and fringe)

14. last thing i googled: “in california if you’re on your parents’ insurance can they tell what doctor’s visits you’ve had”. (answer: surprisingly not always! under certain circumstances u get privacy)

15. do i have any other blogs: yyyyyyep. i’ve got the doomblog over @aroacenbdrwhoquotes, and i’ve got a writing blog i never use @greencomposition, anD i’ve also got a sort of....personal sideblog for junk i don’t want followers i know irl to see (which is in theory give-out-able on request but in practice [vague shrug])

16. do i get asks: ehhh rarely

17. why i chose my url: because i’m the most sentimental fuck who’s ever lived (read: it’s taken from the title of a picture book my mom bought me the day i was adopted) (it’s” called the tin forest” and it’s a rly good book, w/themes i can’t quite word but feel v strongly about)

18. following: uhhhh 163

19. followers: 458

20. average hours of sleep: mmm bout 8

21. lucky number: 4

22. instruments: the tiniest possible amount of violin 

23. what I’m wearing: dude jeans, college t-shirt i got for free, mismatch socks one of which has lil sheeps on it and says “black sheep of the family” which is.....ironic & mildly hilarious, considering. aND also a v soft hoodie w/3 whole avengers on it (hulk, thor, & iron man)

24. dream job: writer. pls let me make the words go for dollars

25. dream trip: uhhhh well, if we take “dream” to its extreme, then i’d say a trip Anywhere in the tardis (except somewhere there’s plague, bc uhhhhh no thx)

26. favourite food: [samwise gamgee voice] PO-TA-TOES. boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew

27. nationality: american, unfortunately

28: favourite song right now: uhhhhhh idk that i have a favorite song rn tbh. am not as wild into music as other folks. like i like it but i also....disengage from it for long periods of time, sorta forget it’s a thing i can listen to, & am only just slipping back into it after one of those periods, so. i got nothin

29. last book I read: uhhhh i read some of the brief wondrous life of oscar wao for class? but non-class-wise, i’m in the middle of rereading good omens

30. top three fictional universes: dr who ofc, and i wanna say fringe and leverage bc those are the shows i’m most into rn buuuuut there is also the fact that hp owns my entire damn soul, and that the young wizards universe is cool as Heck. so...gonna have to actually say dr who, hp, and yw. yeah (wAIT but star wars??? can i have four bc if i can then also star wars)

friiiiick if i’m tagging 20 people lmao but i’ll do a few i guess? @killuabs @keepthemacramesecret @fangoriousfae @autisticpadfoot and ??? whoever else the heck wants to do this, consider urself tagged

[fanfictionaries]

Oh So Many Years: Ch. 16 - Flame Twin

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fred Weasley

Summary:

What happens when two Weasleys get too involved?

Absolute chaos. 

Warnings: Swearing, Death, Smut/18+ NSFW

Author’s Note:

OKAY! After 14 hours of traveling back home yesterday I fell asleep editing this chapter! So...I mean I do and I don't have any excuse for that. Thank you for your patience!

I am back to updating every week before midnight on Sundays (US MST)!

I hope you have as much fun reading this chapter as I did writing it! And as always, please, please, please feel free to like, comment, and reblog. I LOVE interacting with you all!! 

Masterlist

<<<Chapter 15

   You are the hider

I am the seeker

My twin, I’m in flames

I’m rolling about

  I have a name

You call me by none

My twin, I’m on fire

Come put me out

  George Weasley loved his siblings very much. His eldest brother, Bill, was easily the coolest bloke he knew – somehow being a prefect, Head Boy, and working for Gringotts, without being dull as dishwater. His second eldest brother, Charlie, always knew what to say in a pinch; certainly, the most level-headed person in England, but then he’d have to be to work with dragons for a living. Percy, for all his downfalls, worked harder than anyone he’d ever known and sometimes George secretly wished he had an ounce of his ambition. Ron was always down for a laugh which George liked very much, but he also wasn’t afraid to challenge George more than any of his other siblings. Ginny, his little sister, was unapologetically herself and took zero shite from anyone. She also had a fondness for trouble, in her own special kind of way. But out of all of them, Fred had to be his favourite sibling by far. Sure, he was a bit biased considering Fred was his twin and all, but George reckoned he’d have no trouble disliking Fred if he were any different. While he and Fred were similar in many ways, they were also very distinct. Fred was more outgoing, daring, and had a penchant to take things a bit too far where he was more laid back, erratic, and carefree. George supposed that was because Fred cared more about things than he did. Most people assumed, if they even bothered to assume anything about him and his twin brother’s differences that is, that Fred was the more callous of the two. But where others saw reckless cruelty, George knew it was really the opposite.  

  Fred cared – a lot. Too much, in George’s opinion. He let his emotions get in the way of his thoughts and it often resulted in him taking things too far. He pushed people past their limits when he thought he knew what was best for them. He punished people too harshly when he felt they deserved it. For example, Fred was the first to suggest they find Percy and beat him to a bloody pulp when he’d made their mother cry. Fred didn’t care what the consequences were. No one made their mother cry.

But he also let the poor actions of those he cared about slide too much. Like with Angelina at the moment – there was no way George would ever put up with his girlfriend ignoring him without any proper excuse. But Fred wasn’t George. So, he sat in silent misery, justifying, and making excuses for why his girlfriend wasn’t in the wrong.

  Fred also forgave too easily where it wasn’t deserved. That’s why George knew without a doubt that Fred would be the first to forgive Percy if and when he inevitably apologized, and when Angelina eventually broke his heart, he would probably find some way to make it not her fault.

  All these things George loved about his brother. But it was also all these things that led to the one thing George did not love about Fred. He always had to be a bloody martyr.

  George knew Fred liked Hermione. He had had a subtle inclination that Hermione liked him back. And after yesterday morning’s little show in their bedroom, there was no question the two had chemistry. The way the electricity sparked between them…George was almost convinced they’d have started ripping each other’s clothes off if he hadn’t reminded them he was there. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say they’d already hooked up before, or something like it. But if that had happened Fred surely would have told him.

  In George’s opinion it would be the easiest thing in the world for them to just fess up to each other and finally snog it out. Damn Angelina and damn Ron alike. But that was too easy – no, Fred had to take everyone else’s feelings into account. He couldn’t possibly take what he wanted if it chanced hurting Angelina’s or Ron’s feelings and somehow those factors had made him blind to the way Hermione looked at him. Which only made it worse of course, because he was annoyingly convinced Hermione would never be interested in him. George didn’t know why – he was a handsome chap. But then again, he was a bit biased.

  It didn’t surprise him when Fred wasn’t in their room when he’d finally turned in for the night. He was probably somewhere in the house, sulking like the right stubborn prat he was. It was surprising, however, when he’d woken the next morning and found that Fred had never returned to their room. Where could he possibly be? wondered George, stepping out into the hall. He started with the kitchen. Fred was known to wake up early and enjoy a nice cuppa while he waited for the rest of the house to wake up. But the kitchen was empty – no signs of Fred or morning tea anywhere to be found. Peaking into the nearby dining room, he also saw no Fred in sight. Perhaps the parlour, thought George and he walked up to the second floor. Again, no Fred. He was irritated now. Was this tosser really going to make him search the whole bloody house for him?

  Stomping across the hall, he thrust the door to the library open and paused. He could just make out the top of Fred’s head, his red hair peaking out at the end of the sofa in front of the fire. George crept quietly across the room, expecting to give his brother a bit of a scare. He supposed the only benefit of having to go searching for his brother would be to get a good laugh out of it. But when he got close enough to peer over the top of the sofa, he didn’t find just Fred. No, instead he found Hermione Granger wrapped around his brother like a Grindylow attacking its prey. Even more curious, Fred was very much awake looking down at Hermione like she was a goddess divine sent from the heavens to please him.

  “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” asked George, crossing his arms and grinning widely.  

  Fred’s gaze snapped from the girl sleeping on top of him to George. He looked guilty, splendidly so.

  “It’s not what it looks like,” whispered Fred, giving Hermione a tense glance when she stirred slightly. Fred only relaxed when he was sure Hermione was still asleep. She nuzzled her face further into his chest and her breathing deepened once again.

  George took a step closer, leaning against the back of the sofa and staring down at his brother who was looking especially uncomfortable. “Really? Because it looks like you’re cozied up on the sofa with Hermione,” George whispered back, fighting everything within him that wanted to jump and scream ‘GOTCHA!’.

  “We were only talking. She was knackered. She fell asleep.”

  “And you just decided to be a gentleman and be her mattress for the night?”

  Fred sighed quietly. “I fell asleep too.”

  “Mmm, I’m sure.”

  “Look, there’s no ulterior motive here. I’m going with Angelina.”

  “Sure didn’t look that way when I walked in. Now, correct me if I’m wrong since I’ve never had a girlfriend or anything, but are you allowed to lovingly stroke other girl’s hair when you’re in a relationship?” George tapped a finger to the end of his chin in mock contemplation.

  Fred let out a small groan of frustration, trying his best not to wake Hermione in the current situation. “Alright, fine. You’ve had your fun. You’ve taken the mickey out of me. Happy?”

  “Not necessarily, no,” answered George, not at all amused by Fred’s lack of fight.

  “What do you want from me, mate?” Fred asked in exasperation. He was bordering hysterics and George could almost see a bead of sweat forming at his brow. Good.

  “You know what I want.” George fixed him with a pointed stare. He raised his eyebrows expectantly. Now’s the time Freddie boy, thought George.

  Fred opened his mouth as if to say something in response, but no sound came out and he quickly closed it, scrunching his brow. This process repeated a few times, making Fred look very much like a fish in George’s opinion. It took a while, but George was willing to wait as long as it took for Fred to give him what he wanted. That’s it, that’s a good boy, you can do it, George thought encouragingly in his mind, hoping that Fred could hear his thoughts.

  Finally he answered in a harsh whisper, “Fine! I like her! I’m raving mad about her! I fancy her more than I’ve ever fancied anyone in my life. Are you happy now?”

  “Extremely—” George pushed off the back of the sofa and headed towards the library doors “—see you at breakfast.”

  An hour later George was seated at the kitchen table, sipping on a cup of earl grey, and flipping through the Daily Prophet. Goblin stock options – boring. New cauldron regulations – boring. Which witch and wizard’s fashion were in and out – double boring. A feel-good piece on the Minister – nauseating. He threw the paper down and folded it roughly with a sigh before pulling out his wand and charming the pages to fold themselves into individual little chickens. He didn’t know why he bothered with the paper anymore. It was just like his father said these days, all a load of rubbish.

  The house was mostly awake at this point. George could hear the hustle and bustle of his family combined with the odd Order member. They were always popping in. Sometimes they brought news, sometimes they were simply asking on the whereabouts of other members, and sometimes they simply needed a place to sleep. Despite housing a majority of the Weasley family, Sirius Black, and a full-grown Hippogriff, Grimmauld Place had more than enough room to spare. The kitchen was oddly empty that morning though, not even his mum had come down yet to start on breakfast. George heard the distant shuffle of shoes on hardwood as someone descended the staircase. He sat up a bit straighter hoping it was Fred. They needed to continue their conversation. The fact that Fred had admitted his feelings to George was a good first start; now he just needed to admit those feelings to Hermione.

  However, it wasn’t Fred who rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. Instead it was his little sister Ginny, looking incredibly rumpled and cranky.

  “Orite, Gin?” George asked, eyeing her misbuttoned blouse and wrinkled shorts. Contrary to the last few days, the morning was uncharacteristically warm and when George had looked out the window earlier he saw nothing but bright sunny skies. Perhaps summer had finally come at last.

  “No. It’s going to be such a nice day out and mum’s got us cooped up in this ghastly place! I asked her if we could take the day off and go home to play some quidditch, but she said she found another Doxy nest in one of the fourth floor bedrooms,” whined Ginny, grabbing a loaf of bread from the breadbox on the counter and slicing into it with a sharp knife. “Toast?”

  George nodded, watching the paper chickens on the table chase each other down it’s length.

  “It’s just mental! We’ve always had chores and I’ve never complained…much, but we’ve also always had time for fun things too. But here it’s like every waking moment is devoted to cleaning this trash heap of a house and for what? Sirius doesn’t care, obviously and if Kreacher cared, well there wouldn’t be this mess in the first place!” She held a piece of bread over the flame of the stove, browning the side before turning it over carefully in her hand and toasting the other side.

  “Fuck!” Ginny exclaimed, dropping the toast onto the flame, and sucking on her singed pointer finger. She kept the digit between her lips for a moment before pulling it out of her mouth and inspecting the damage. “You know, this process would go a lot smoother if I had magic.” She shot George a pointed look.

  George rolled his eyes good-humouredly. With a flew flicks of his wand the bread began to balance itself over the stove flame, toasting to a golden brown before depositing itself onto a plate. While the bread toasted Ginny grabbed butter and jam from the fridge and placed it on the table before George.

  “Why don’t you just try out for the quidditch team Gin? You’re well enough at it,” said George, not really wanting to get into the endless number of chores they did daily. While he agreed, he’d also been listening to Ron and Ginny complain for a month now and he was growing tired of it. At a certain point whinging got you nowhere and it was better to shut up and put up.

  “Well enough? I kick yours and Fred’s butt more often then not. I’m bloody fantastic.” Ginny grinned widely, grabbing the now full plate of toast, and walking to the table with it. George grabbed a piece and began to butter it before globbing on an ample amount of raspberry jam. One of the paper chickens pecked at his hand and George broke a piece of his toast off, tossing it to them. The chickens pecked enthusiastically at it and George took a large bite off of the remaining slice. As he chewed, he looked across the table at his sister. She had four slices on her own plate, piled high with butter and jam. The amount was no surprise. Ginny always ate to excess. It was impressive more than anything. He honestly didn’t know where she put it all.

  “I think I’d want to try out for chaser this year. Are there any open chaser positions?” asked Ginny, taking a large bite.

  Fred shook his head. All the chaser positions were full. Ginny frowned.

  “But we need a new keeper. Still haven’t filled the position since Wood left,” George offered kindly.

  Ginny made a face that George didn’t quite understand. There was nothing wrong with keeper. It certainly wasn’t as cool as beater, but it was a respectable position. Perhaps it wasn’t exciting enough for his dear sister. She always did enjoy a bit of thrill, just like him and Fred. Speaking of Fred. His twin entered the kitchen looking wary as he sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. Shortly after Ron and Hermione joined them. The atmosphere around the table was tense. Or at least George thought so. Everyone was too quiet. They chewed too slowly, as if the lot of them had stayed up late the night before drinking deeply from a bottle of Firewhisky.

  “Everyone excited for a day of Doxy wrangling?” George asked cheerily, trying to lift the mood at the table.

  His three companions groaned, their shoulders sagging. Ron, who’d snagged a piece of toast from the pile, dropped his slice onto the table and laid his head in his hands. Honestly, what was everyone’s problem these days? People needed to learn to lighten up, live a little.

  George did not try to lift the mood again. Sometimes it just wasn’t worth trying, especially when Fred wasn’t in the spirit to help him. The largest of the paper chickens hopped across the table and pecked at Ginny’s hand. She gave a little giggle. George smiled. At least his little sister could still be agreeable when she was cranky. Looking to the others at the table, George caught Fred and Hermione sharing a look. To anyone else it might seem innocent enough, but George assessed the situation like a trained auror looking for clues. It was much easier to spot things when you were looking for them. Their smiles were a bit too warm, their glances furtive, and whenever they came close to touching they both stuttered away from each other. The idiots clearly liked each other but didn’t want the other to know. Ridiculous.

  “Could you pass the sugar please, Fred?” Hermione asked politely, pouring herself a cup of tea from the pot in the middle.

  “I’ve got it, ‘Mione!” said Ron enthusiastically. He grabbed the sugar before Fred could reach it and placed it in front of Hermione.

  Fred gawped, looking slightly put out, and sat back heavily in his seat. He crossed his arms, decidedly mopey once again. Great.

  “…thank you Ron.” Hermione swallowed thickly and began to pile sugar into her cup.

  The table fell back into a thick silence. Thankfully, it only lasted for a few moments more as the distant sound of his mother calling them from the parlour on the second floor broke the tension. Ron, Hermione, and Fred seemed to jump from their seats, rocketing towards the door of the kitchen like they’d been waiting at the starting line and his mother’s voice was the signal to run. George and Ginny hung behind, cleaning up the last bits of breakfast before they went to their mother.

  “Merlin and Morgana…could you believe the tension between them? Could cut it with a bloody knife,” said Ginny, leaning against the kitchen counter.

  George paused, the plates in his hand hovering in the air as he went to place them in the sink. “How did you…?”

  “Oh come on George. I mean, it’s pretty obvious they fancy each other. Hermione doesn’t think he does of course. Just wish that brother of ours would finally fess up and tell her. That way we’d finally stop having to watch them make sad puppy eyes at one another.” Ginny laughed, pushing off the counter and heading towards the door out of the kitchen.

  George stared at his little sister in disbelief. He clearly hadn’t been giving the girl enough credit. That or Fred and Hermione’s actions were more obvious than he previously thought. Either way, it was nice to know he wasn’t the only one in the house suffering because of them. He just wished there were a way to force them to—

  “Ginny! Wait!” George reached out and grabbed his sister’s arm. Ginny spun around, giving him a confused looked. A large smile spread across George’s face and he knew he must look like an absolute maniac in that moment, but he’d just come up with a brilliant idea. An absolutely brilliant, devious idea.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Ginny reproachfully.

  “Gin…how would you like to help me with something today?”

  “What? Like one of your pranks?”

  “No, not a prank. More like a…mission. A mission of love you might call it.”

  Ginny’s eyes widened in understanding and her mouth stretched into an equally evil smile.

  “Oh George, I thought you’d never ask.”

    Fred groaned. Just when he thought the day couldn’t get any worse, life found a way to torture him further. It was a hot day. England had finally found its summer heat and soon the temperature rose so high even the strongest cooling charm couldn’t cut the stifling warmth. As a result the lot of them had divested themselves of their layers until they were as stripped as was proper. Fred, George, and Ron were shirtless as they cleaned out the Doxy nests in the upstairs bedroom. Getting rid of the Doxies had been fairly simple, but the compact, intricate nests they’d made in the wardrobes and drapes was another story. It would have taken less time with wands, but Fred and George had made the mistake of launching one too many Doxies at Ron, and their mother had taken their wands as punishment. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione had glared daggers at them as it really was a punishment for all of them. Now they’d all be forced to remove the nests by hand. Sweat rolled down Fred’s chest as he pulled out an old box from the top of the wardrobe to reveal another clump of nests. Damn Doxies.

  Across the room, balancing on a ladder, Hermione prodded at the drapes. Staring at the girl, he thought this must be what they meant when they talked about forbidden fruit. She’d pulled her hair up, twisting it into a knot at the back of her head, but after several hours of work, tendrils had fallen loose, sticking to her damp neck. Her vest top had risen at some point, revealing the creamy skin of her midsection just above a pair of shorts that had to be the tightest things in existence, Fred thought. She hadn’t been wearing them earlier in the day, but after lunch when they’d returned to their work, she’d entered the bedroom and Fred had nearly swallowed his tongue. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she’d done it on purpose. To torture him. But that wasn’t right. It was foolishly arrogant to assume Hermione wore anything for anyone, especially himself.

  In addition to the true agony that Hermione was causing him physically, George was causing him equal turmoil mentally. No, he hadn’t done or said anything, but that was entirely the point. After catching him and Hermione together that morning and finally getting Fred to admit his feelings for the girl, he expected a bit more from his brother. He was sure his twin would pull him aside to continue their conversation, or at the very least make pointed jokes. But there’d been nothing. In fact, it seemed George was hellbent on acting as if that morning never happened.

  Fred’s thoughts drifted back to earlier in the library. Once George left, he took a few more minutes to bask in the glory of having Hermione in his arms before he woke her. She had been mildly embarrassed when she roused to find herself wrapped so tightly around him. But Fred played it off like it was no big deal. But despite the moment of embarrassment something definitely felt like it had shifted between the two of them. Fred felt a little less on edge around her and she seemed to be more relaxed around him as well. Perhaps realizing that she could be physically close to him without him making a move had her less concerned about being around him again.

  Although Fred figured if Hermione could hear his thoughts at that moment she’d feel anything but an ease. He had to physically bite his tongue when she’d hopped off the ladder and bent over to pick up the duster she’d been using. A tightness formed in the front of his trousers and Fred turned his gaze away, banging his head on one of the open wardrobe doors to. Squeezing his eyes shut tight he thought about boring things like owl post, third year herbology, and potions essays. When that didn’t work he thought of disgusting things like Blast-Ended Skrewts and Hippogriff dung.

  “Hermione, could you give me a hand with this please?” asked Ginny, motioning to the second pair of heavy drapes as she attempted to get behind the tangled mess of them.

  “Yeah, of course.”

  Fred watched as Ginny piled the ends of the drapes into Hermione’s arms. “There’s a nest back here. I think if you lift the drapes high enough, I’ll be able to reach it,” said Ginny, instructing Hermione to lift the drapes higher in her arms.

  There really shouldn’t be anything sexy about cleaning out Doxy nests, thought Fred. But as Hermione raised her arms higher and higher, she revealed more of her sweat-slicked body. The wild-haired girl struggled under the weight of the drapes, now hold them high above her head. Fred supposed if he hadn’t been checking out Hermione in that moment, he wouldn’t have seen the way her arms buckled, dropping some of the drapes and tangling them in her legs. Sprinting across the room, he caught her just as she lost her footing, trying to untangle her legs from the heavy material.

  “Whoa!” Hermione exclaimed, landing hard in Fred’s arms, as the drapes fell back onto Ginny.

  “Hey! Hermione, what gives—oh…you okay?” Ginny had scrambled out of the drapes to see Hermione in Fred’s embrace, looking up at him in surprise. Fred’s mouth went dry as he looked down at the witch in his arms. Her face was delightfully flushed, and he could feel bare skin under his hands. He felt the tightening in his pants return and practically threw Hermione from his hold, stepping away from her.

  “Thanks,” Hermione muttered, looking pointedly down at the ground.

  “Yeah,” coughed Fred.

  He was just about to try and come up with an excuse to flee from the room when his mother entered, looking around the space appraisingly. “I think that’s enough for the day dears. It’s quite hot, why don’t you wrap up and we’ll finish this room tomorrow?”

  “Alright, thanks mum,” said George, wiping his grubby hands on his jeans and walking over to swing an arm around Ginny’s shoulders.

  “Uck! You’re all sweaty George!” cried Ginny, shrugging off George’s arm in disgust.

  George took a moment to assess himself, looking down at his sweaty form. “You’re right Gin. I think I could use a shower actually. What about you lot?”

  A chorus of agreement rang through the room from them all and they exited it, heading down to their rooms and more importantly, the bathrooms.

    Ginny was only slightly disappointed in herself. Her first “mission” with her older brother George and already she was failing at it. She’d never tell him, but she considered his invitation to be quite the honour. Sure, she’d helped Fred and George with some of their little schemes over the years, but never had one of them asked her specifically to help without the other. At first she wondered why Fred wasn’t involved in their plan, but they she realized it might be because Fred didn’t know Ron was desperately in love with Hermione and vice-versa. Perhaps Ron had only told George in confidence and didn’t want Fred knowing too – Fred was the type to tease Ron more than George would about something like that. Finding out that Ginny was clued in was probably a huge relief to George.

  “I’m not really sure how doing this will make them confess their feelings though,” said Ginny, knitting her brow and looking sceptically at her older brother.

  “Trust me, it’ll work. All we need is a bit of sexual tension to break them. Get them hot and bothered enough and they’ll be attacking each other before you know it!”

  She still wasn’t sure if she was 100% sold on the plan, but George knew about these things more than her. It had been her idea to spill pumpkin juice all over Hermione’s clothes after lunch, forcing her to change. She’d subtly offered Hermione a pair of her shorts, her smallest and tightest ones and a when the older girl had asked whether or not she should just wear her vest, Ginny encouraged it. A small part of her felt like it was a bit demeaning to resort to primping Hermione up like a prize fair farm animal for Ron to ogle, but at this point she was desperate to get the two of them to admit their feelings. Her wants in the world were simple. She wanted her siblings to be happy and she wanted her friends to be happy. If she could accomplish those things in one fell swoop then even better.

  When she’d piled the drapes in Hermione’s arms, she fully expected Ron to be the one to catch her. Bloody Fred and his chivalry. He already had a girlfriend, she thought bitterly, why couldn’t he just step aside and let Ron save the day?

  Either way, they were on to part two of their plan and Ginny would not let George down. Her job was to direct Hermione to the right place at the right time. Third floor bathroom at the end of the hall. George would take care of the rest. Easy.

  However, to her dismay, when she’d reached the third floor she saw Ron entering the first bathroom on the right and close the door. Damn him! Where was George? Wasn’t Ron his responsibility? Putting her ear to the bathroom Ron was currently in, she heard the rings of the shower curtain slide against the metal pole and the water turn on. Fine, she could improvise. This was fine. Ginny spun around at the sound of a door opening and closing and saw Hermione exit their bedroom with her towel in hand.

  “Ginny are any of the bathrooms on this floor open?” she asked, wiping a hand across her brow.

  “This one is—” Ginny stepped aside the door “—I started the shower, but mum called me and needs my help. You can take it!”

  “Thanks Ginny!”

  “No problem ‘Mione. What are friends for?”

    Hermione was grateful for Ginny giving up the bathroom. She was in desperate need of a nice long shower. For more than one reason. There was a moment in the fourth-floor bedroom that she thought she was surely going to combust. In what fair and just world should she be forced to stare at a shirtless Frederick Weasley for an extended period of time? It was painful how good he looked. Hermione cursed her inappropriate thoughts. He was a taken man. But then there was the way he’d held her in her sleep – the way he’d gently woken her in the library. She’d been embarrassed at first, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he almost seemed sad to part, but that was ridiculous. Again, he was a taken man.

  Entering the small bathroom, Hermione scowled slightly at the running water. Really, Ginny should wait until she entered the shower to turn on the water. It was such a waste to keep it running. She placed her towel on one of the hooks on the wall and grabbed the hem of her vest top, sliding it up her torso. The fabric stuck to her skin, damp from the sweat of a hot day and good, hard work. If she’d known she’d be spending a majority of her summer doing exhausting chores, perhaps she would have thought twice about abandoning her parents. But then Hermione’s mind drifted to the thought of her grandparents’ cat-fur covered sofa and dry Madeira cake and suddenly she was sure of her decision once again. She was just bringing the vest top over her head when something very odd happened. The sound of water stopped. Hermione froze, arms raised over her head and top covering her eyes. Turning towards the shower, she pulled her top completely off, freeing her sight just as the shower curtain pulled back revealing a very wet and very naked Ron.

  While in reality it was probably only a few seconds, for Hermione it felt like an eternity that she stood still as stone staring at Ron absolutely starkers. Ron stared back, eyes wide and mouth hung open. How? Why? What? Hermione had so many questions and yet, nothing came out of her mouth. In fact the only thing her mouth could do was open and close like an idiot before she finally let out a high-pitched scream.

  Ron screamed as well, bringing his hands down to cover his more…vulnerable bits. It was a bit late for that thought Hermione but closed her eyes tightly all the same.

  “What are you doing in here?!” she screamed, blindly feeling for the door.

  “What am I doing in here?! What are you doing in here?!” screamed Ron back, the tile squeaking under his wet feet as he exited the tub.

  “Oh my god—” Hermione desperately felt for the door handle, letting out another scream when she felt wet skin “—OH MY GOD!”

  “Bloody hell, Hermione! Get out!” Ron yelled.

  “I’m trying!”

  Finally Hermione’s fingers found the doorknob and she flung herself from the bathroom, running as fast as she could down the hallway.

  “What is it?! What’s going on?! I heard scream—oof!”

  Hermione collided into someone, her frantic fleeing impairing her ability to watch where she was going. Whoever it was, she hit them hard. Hard enough to knock her backwards. Desperately, she reached out to catch herself on instinct, but the only thing her hand found purchase on was the soft fuzzy fabric of a towel that gave easily as she fell backwards. Hermione landed hard on her backside, feeling slightly dazed. Looking down at the towel in her hand, she looked up in mortification. There standing before her, at eye level she might add, was Frederick Weasley’s entirely naked body. She screamed again, covering her eyes quickly this time, a little more prepared and a little more experienced at accidentally seeing naked boys now.

  “Merlin!” Fred cried, yanking the towel from her hands, and most likely covering himself. Hermione didn’t know for certain though as her hands were still tightly glued to her face. She wasn’t risking it anymore. If another Weasley boy were to show up in the hallway naked, she was prepared.

  “Oh my god. I’m so, so sorry!” Hermione cried, attempting to stand without her arms or her sight. She wobbled and bumped a bit, but eventually found her feet.

  “What the hell is going on?!” asked Fred.

  “Hermione I—” she heard Ron’s voice start and then stop suddenly before he let out a confused exclamation. “What’s going on here?!”

  “What’s going on here? What was going on in there?!” Fred asked back, sounding quite angry.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” Hermione chanted in humiliation as she was now blindly trying to find her bedroom door. She needed to get out of there desperately.

  “Bloody hell Hermione. You can open your eyes now,” groaned Ron.

  Hermione shook her head frantically. “Nope! Sorry. I’m not chancing it.”

  “What was she doing in there with you?” Fred questioned indignantly.

  “What was she doing out here with you?” huffed Ron.

  “I heard screaming!”

  “So you decided to come and investigate naked?!”

  “I wasn’t naked! I had a towel, but she pulled it off!”

  “Why would you run out in just a towel?!”

  “Sorry, next time I think there’s an emergency, let me just take my sweet time getting dressed before I come and help,” Fred bit back sarcastically.

  “Boys—” Hermione felt completely lost at this point, walking into a wall, and hitting her head “—ow! Please. Now is really not the time to fight. Can someone please just direct me to my room so I can kill myself?”

  “Stop being so dramatic Hermione,” Ron sighed. She could almost feel his eyes rolling in his head.

  “Yeah, it’s just a bit of skin ‘Mione. No need to be so affected,” said Fred.

  Hermione let out a high-pitched sound of disbelief. “Are you two seriously turning on me now?”

  “Well, you were the one who walked in on my shower,” Ron said sounded very irritated.

  “Yeah, and you pulled down my towel,” added Fred.

  “How in the world is this my fault now?!” cried Hermione, no longer attempting to find her room. Instead, she stood in the hallway, eyes still covered but entirely invested in the argument that was now happening between the three of them.

  It was that moment that they heard the loud and raucous laughter of two people from down the hall. Hermione knew at once who it was. Of course.

  “Ginevra Weasley, I swear to Merlin I will kill you slowly in your sleep for this!” Hermione threatened. “George, I know you were involved in this too! Don’t think for a second you’re in the clear!”

  Ginny and George’s laughter continued, both of them in hysterics at this point.

  “You two?!” cried Ron. “Why?!” He sounded deeply betrayed, as if he expected a lot from the two, but never something as horrible as this.

  “Merlin, this is…this is better than I ever could have hoped,” said George in between laughs.

  “Really George? Really?” asked Fred pointedly.

  “You know George, I was a bit disappointed you failed on your end of the plan, but I think this laugh was worth failing,” Ginny commented, finding her voice through deep breaths.

  “What do you mean?” asked George. “It was you that got it all mixed up!”

  “Me?! What do you—”

  “I can’t believe you two! Actually, George I could expect this from you but Ginny?” Hermione scolded.

  “Oh lighten up Hermione, it was just a bit of fun!” scoffed Ginny.

  “I mean, what was the point of this? Really?” asked Fred, continuing his rant.

  “I’ve been so nice to you lately George. I even did you chores the other day!” said Ron dejectedly.

  “Indecent George and Ginny! Absolutely indecent behaviour!” yelled Hermione.

  “That’s rich coming from someone only in their bra and trousers,” said George.

  Hermione gasped, pulled her hands from her eyes now and covering her upper half. In all the chaos and confusion she’d completely forgotten she was half naked herself.

  All five of them were now talking over each other, everyone yelling at someone different as they argued in the heat of the moment. The noise was beginning the rise in magnitude until the only thing that could be heard was the overwhelming sound of screaming voices.

  “SCUM! MUDBLOODS! BLOOD TRAITORS! IN MY HOUSE?! OUT! OUT! DISGRACESFUL! DIRTY! DIRTY!”

  Their arguing was suddenly drowned out by the horrid sound of Walburga Black’s portrait two floors down. Everyone stopped. Now they’d done it.

  Mrs. Weasley’s shrill and angry voice drifted up the flights of stairs and mixed horribly with the shouting portrait. They heard stomping feat on the wooden stairs and looked at each other in fear.

  “Don’t just stand here like idiots—” said George quickly.

  “—Scatter!” finished Fred.

Chapter 17>>> 

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93 things about me i guess??

Tagged by: @xxprincessjewelsxx

THE LAST:


1. Drink:  Diet Cola 2. Phone call: My dad 3. Text message: My sis (i usually give her either bts memes or smexy bts photos) 
4. Song you listened to: generation 2 m/v cause jackson’s airhorns be lit 5. Time you cried:Today actually from listening to just one day (idek)

HAVE YOU:


6. Dated someone twice: nope 
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nope 
8. Been cheated on: nope 
9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yes? (been down in the dumps is probably what i’m referring to) 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope (can you tell that i am good at never have i ever...cause i am the virginest virgin who ever virgin)

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:


12. blue 13. black 14. white

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:


15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: yes 17. Laughed until you cried: yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: no 19. Met someone who changed you: 
yes 20. Found out who your friends are: yes 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL:


22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them 
23. Do you have any pets: no 
24. Do you want to change your name: no 
25. What did you do for your last Birthday: limo ride to pf changs 26. What time did you wake up: 9 am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 28. Name something you can’t wait for: im being attacked by all these comebacks like chill please 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour ago? 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: how easy it is for me to quit 
31. What are you listening right now: to the noises in my head 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: the fact that i have homework over the summer that im procrastinating my butt off for 34. Most visited Website: tumblr

RANDOM


35. Mole/s: a lot 36. Mark/s: i have acne scars if that counts? 37. Childhood dream: teacher 38. Hair color: red 39. Long or short hair: medium length (a little bit past collarbone) 40. Do you have a crush on someone: not anymore (i probably will soon who knows at this point) 41. What do you like about yourself: how empathetic i am 42. Piercings: my ears, i gotta wear earrings eventually 43. Blood type: idk i think A or AB 44. Nickname: Ros 45. Relationship status: single or taken by bangtan/fictional characters, whichever makes more sense 46. Zodiac: libra 
47. Pronouns: she, that trash over there, etc. 48. Favorite TV Show: drake and josh 
49. Tattoos: none but i would like one eventually 
50. Right or left hand: right 
51. Surgery: does wisdom teeth count? 52. Hair dyed in different color: when my hair turns gray imma get wild and use this as an excuse for my mid life crisis 53. Sport: esports duh, or dodgeball 55. Vacation: i don’t understand, this is not in my dictionary 56. Pair of trainers:i only accept the finest quality of shoes, yeah im talking about the sketchers light up ones and the heelys

MORE GENERAL:


57. Eating: sunflower seeds 58. Drinking: diet cola 59. I’m about to: scroll through my notifications 
61. Waiting for: jj project comeback 62. Want: eternal happiness 63. Get married: eventually, if its the right time for me 
64. Career: hopefully in computer science 65. Hugs or kisses: im a cuddler 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller 
68. Older or younger: dont have a preference, older would be nice tho 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: abs ;) 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker (being hesitant all the time is a bad thing)

HAVE YOU EVER:


74. Kissed a stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: nada 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nah 77. Turned someone down: yeah 78. Sex in the first date: nope 79. Broken someone’s heart: yup 80. Had your heart broken: yeah 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yeah 
83. Fallen for a friend: yeah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:


84. Yourself: not really, im kind of a pathetic waste of space currently  85. Miracles: yep 86. Love at first sight: yep 
87. Santa Claus: you guys i think my parents are santa claus O.O 88. Kiss on the first date: i guess? 89. Angels: yup jhooooooope duh

OTHER:


90. Current best friends name: vanessa 91. Eyecolor: light brown 92. Favorite movie:howl’s moving castle

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Thanks for reading~

Blank one for coping:

THE LAST:


1. Drink: 2. Phone call: 3. Text message: 
4. Song you listened to: 5. Time you cried:

HAVE YOU:


6. Dated someone twice: 
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: 
8. Been cheated on: 
9. Lost someone special: 10. Been depressed: 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up:

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:


12. 13. 14.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:


15. Made new friends: 16. Fallen out of love: 17. Laughed until you cried: 18. Found out someone was talking about you: 19. Met someone who changed you: 
 20. Found out who your friends are: 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list:

GENERAL:


22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: 
23. Do you have any pets: 
24. Do you want to change your name: 
25. What did you do for your last Birthday: 26. What time did you wake up: 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: 28. Name something you can’t wait for: 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: 
31. What are you listening right now: 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: 34. Most visited Website:

RANDOM


35. Mole/s: 36. Mark/s: 37. Childhood dream: 38. Hair color: 39. Long or short hair: 40. Do you have a crush on someone: 41. What do you like about yourself: 42. Piercings: 43. Blood type: 44. Nickname: 45. Relationship status: 46. Zodiac: 
47. Pronouns: 48. Favorite TV Show: 
49. Tattoos: 
50. Right or left hand: 
51. Surgery: 52. Hair dyed in different color: 53. Sport: 55. Vacation: 56. Pair of trainers:

MORE GENERAL:


57. Eating: 58. Drinking: 59. I’m about to: 
61. Waiting for: 62. Want: 63. Get married: 
64. Career: 65. Hugs or kisses: 66. Lips or eyes: 67. Shorter or taller: 
68. Older or younger: 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: 71. Sensitive or loud: 72. Hook up or relationship: 73. Troublemaker or hesitant:

HAVE YOU EVER:


74. Kissed a stranger: 75. Drank hard liquor: 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: 77. Turned someone down: 78. Sex in the first date: 79. Broken someone’s heart: 80. Had your heart broken: 81. Been arrested: 82. Cried when someone died: 
83. Fallen for a friend:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:


84. Yourself: 85. Miracles: 86. Love at first sight: 
87. Santa Claus: 88. Kiss on the first date: 89. Angels:

OTHER:


90. Current best friends name: 91. Eyecolor: 92. Favorite movie:

I tag: