#or: w...what if we kissed and held hands in the restricted library... and we were both fucked up wizards

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The Goodbye Prank | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minors dni), oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration, swearing, lots and lots of crying, deep hand cuts, angst!!

WC: 7k+

Chapter Summary: The boys are ready to move on to bigger and better things. What happens when Y/N finds out?

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March 13th, 1996

“Hold still.” Y/N spoke sternly as Fred jerked his hand away from her, wincing in pain.

George was pacing back and forth in the background, glancing over at the couple every so often, anger filling his entire being.

She had really gone and done it this time. That poor excuse for a professor.

“Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.” Y/N seethed through gritted teeth as she concentrated on the task at hand.

“It really isn’t that big of a deal Y/N. It’ll heal on its own.” Fred cried out, not wanting his brother and girlfriend to worry about him.

“No, Fred you don’t understand! That bitch has gone too far this time. Detention is one thing... but this,” She placed a drop of alcohol on the plethora of cuts, making Fred cry in pain. Tears welled his eyes and he kept his lower lip beneath his teeth to quiet himself.

He didn’t want to be a bother.

“This is abuse, she can’t keep getting away with this!” She continued to rant.

“Y/N darling,” He spoke assuringly, slipping his hand away from her tending grasp and placing it on her cheek to calm her down. His eyes were soft and pleading for her to settle.

“She will never hurt me. This is temporary, but she will never truly hurt me.” A tear slipped out of her eye. She couldn’t help but feel that this was all her fault, that she was the reason he had gotten detention in the first place.

The day before, Y/N and Fred had been snogging in a dark corner near the restricted section in the library, and while she was doing her daily lurking, Umbridge came across the couple, threatening punishment immediately.

Before she could get a hold of both of them, Fred pushed Y/N away, demanding for her to run back to her dorm.

He himself hadn’t had the time to escape which led to him getting captured by Umbridge’s evil clutches, even if she only stood at a whopping four foot eleven.

So here he was, bleeding from the hand, all thanks to that pink toad's “special” quill.

In Fred’s chicken scratch writing, his hand read;

I will not coerce with mudbloods.

It had been speculated since she began “teaching” at Hogwarts that she was secretly a death eater. This was strong evidence to support said claim.

“This is all my fault.” Y/N murmured, making both twins shoot their heads up in surprise.

“Godric no! Y/N never say that again! I don’t care what it takes to keep you safe. And I also don’t care about your blood status. You are kind and smart and beautiful and a brilliant witch.” His words were full of hurt, hurt that she would think that of herself.

Fred knew Y/N was self conscious of the fact that she wasn’t raised in a wizarding household. That she had to work twice as hard to be where she was in terms of her studies, all because she had to play catch up with her classmates. It took a toll on her and Fred knew this. George knew this. Everyone knew this.

“I’m sorry Freddie I ju-,” He quickly grabbed her cheeks and kissed her to shut her up.

“Just heal my hand love.” He muttered against her lips.

George looked away, feeling like an intruder during a very personal moment.

“Alright.” She sighed out with a soft giggle and sniffle, resting her forehead against his. He soothed her further with a tender caress of her hands. Something she had grown to appreciate deeply.

“Vulnera Sanentur.” She finally spoke, slightly moving her wand and watching as the venomous words began to vanish from his skin.

“Thank you.” He sighed in relief, feeling the pain dissipate with every passing second.

“You’re welcome Freddie.”

April 2nd, 1996

It was the day of the OWL examinations and Fred and George had only one thing on their mind.

Revenge.

After a quidditch incident in which they knocked Malfoy off of his broom for speaking badly about their mother, Umbridge had made the biased decision to ban the twins from ever playing again. And then on top of that, she confiscated their brooms.

Then it was detention for Dumbledore’s Army along with two of his brothers, his sister, his girlfriend and a bunch of his friends and classmates.

Then he and George got in trouble with Umbridge once again for consoling a crying first year who had been a victim to her cruel and unethical detention practices.

Expulsion was a given for what they were about to do. But they didn’t care.

The boys had decided that after Umbridge ruined everything that was good about Hogwarts (e.g, Dumbledore's Army and Quidditch), education was no longer a beneficial part of their lives. Instead, using the money Harry had so graciously given them from his Triwizard earnings, they decided to finally jump ship and start a joke shop in Diagon Alley. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes they would call it.

Now all that was left was what they considered to be their most brilliant prank yet.

And this was where Y/N came into the picture.

The three of them strolled down a corridor towards the great hall where Professor Umbridge was administering the OWL examination for the fifth year students.

Y/N was more than happy to help the boys with their prank, often being used as a siren for their sneaky schemes. She didn't, however, know the exact reason for this prank.

She didn’t know this was goodbye.

Fred and George drew a blank when trying to figure out how to tell Y/N about their plans for the future. It killed Fred to think that this could possibly mean leaving his girlfriend behind, even if it had been a dream of his and George’s for so long to start the biggest pranking empire the wizarding world had ever seen.

So while the twins spent weeks and weeks planning their departure, Fred also tried to think of ways to ask Y/N to go with them and leave Hogwarts for good.

Finally at the entrance of the great hall, they quickly went over the plan in secret whispers. Y/N then waited for her cue to enter the large space to create the much needed distraction.

With a tap on the shoulder, Fred and George gave Y/N the go ahead to start her one woman show. She let out a shake of nerves and ran in, coming to a complete stop at Umbridge's feet at the front of the hall.

“There are OWL examinations happening in this room. What is the meaning of this?” Umbridge spoke in a rather agitated but sickly sweet tone.

“There’s a few students playing around with banned Weasley products outside in the halls Professor. Causing a real disruption.” Umbridge clenched her fists. She couldn’t stand the twins.

All eyes were on Y/N. Most students knew she was Fred’s girlfriend so it was quite amusing to see the confusion on their faces.

Umbridge would have also seen through the act if she hadn’t been currently seething to the core.

“Right well, lead me to them Ms L/N.” She said tugging at the bottom of her pink tweed blazer. Y/N nodded, beginning to walk ahead of Umbridge towards the entrance, all the while, giving the boys the countdown for their surprise.

At one, Y/N noticed a gleam in the twins' eyes as Fred tossed a Whiz-bang right in front of Umbridge’s nose. Y/N quickly got out of the way as the Whiz-bang began to wreak its havoc. Umbridge yelped and screeched as she tried to outrun the now fully formed dragon that had emerged from the sparks. The professor was no match for Fred and George Wealsey, that was for certain.

As everything began to escalate, Fred and George mounted their confiscated brooms with conviction.

Fred took a moment to look over at his beaming girlfriend before placing a quick reassuring peck on her lips. The boys then pushed off the ground and zipped through the large room, their hoots and hollers of adrenaline trailing behind them.

Students cheered as examination papers floated about, all caused by the gusts of wind from the speed of the boys brooms. Then once enough students had gathered on to the balcony, the letter W appeared in the sky in the form of fireworks. It stood proudly amongst the clouds that it almost brought a tear to Y/N’s eye. These boys were legends.

It was quite spectacular to say the least.

———

Later that night, Y/N laid awake, feeling slightly concerned about the twins. Neither one of them had contacted her to say where they were or when they would be back.

Feeling uneasy, Y/N pushed her dark maroon sheets off of her body and headed towards the window hoping to see any sign of the twins returning.

Nothing.

She let out a shaky sigh but became startled when she heard a quiet thump behind her.

Once she quickly spinned around she noticed the outline of her boyfriend standing in the darkness, with just a splash of moonlight cascading over his face. Even in the shadow she knew which twin she was dealing with.

“Fred!” She whispered through a smile before jumping from the window seal and running over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her with a tightness that she had never felt from anyone else. It was almost as though if he were to let go she would simply slip away into nothing. She frowned over his shoulder and pushed back from the hug to look into his eyes, hoping to find all of the answers to the questions she had in them.

“Fred?” She asked, beginning to notice that sick stomach feeling again within her.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” His tone was stern and pointed.

She felt an inkling as to what this was all about.

“Fred don’t worry, If Umbridge tries to expel you I’m sure Dumbledore can override it, right?” His expression didn’t shift.

“Right?” She repeated with an unsure tone, starting to think that the worry of expulsion wasn’t why he was here. The flips and turns in her gut became more and more alive. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Why wasn’t he saying anything god dammit?

“Did something happen Freddie?” Her voice was shaky, almost as if she couldn’t trust it.

“I need to talk to you about something. Something important that could change the rest of our lives.” Y/N could sense his nervousness from a mile away.

“Bloody hell Fred this doesn’t make me feel good.” He quickly placed a hand on her cheek to calm her nerves. She instinctively leaned into his calloused palm.

“Before you say anything, let me explain and then you can tell me what you think.”

“I’m thinking that the other girls will wake up if we don’t have this conversation somewhere else.” He finally looked at their surroundings noticing the other bodies sleeping soundly within the room.

“Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the dark dorm and down to the undisturbed common room.

“You’re scaring me Fred. Tell me what’s going on.” She watched him closely as he paced back and forth, clearly thinking about what to say next.

“George and I are leaving.”

“Not if Dumbledore has anything to say about it.” She responded, still very much left in the dark. Fred released a sigh and sat her down on one of the couches. The crackling fire filled the tense void between the two lovers.

“No, Y/N, we are leaving tonight. Getting away from Umbridge, from Hogwarts. We have a storefront in Diagon Alley that we are going to turn into the most wicked joke shop any witch or wizard has ever seen.” Y/N’s face was unreadable.

“Freddie the prank is over now. You don’t need t-” She said with a nervous laugh which he cut off.

“Y/N I’m serious. I know it’s hard to believe, but this time I need you to trust me. We are leaving Hogwarts, for good. George and I are going to be creating one of the biggest wizarding enterprises ever…. and, I want you to come with us…. with me.”

Y/N pulled her hands away from Fred’s. The skin on her neck crawled.

“Fred I- I don’t know what to say.” Her breathing began to quicken. She was panicking. She couldn’t just leave. She had friends, an education, a life here at Hogwarts.

“You don’t have to say anything right now. I just need you to know that I love you and this doesn’t mean that I want us to end.” She shook her head repeatedly, wiping away the tears streaming down her face.

Fred grabbed her cheeks and pushed his lips against hers. He could feel the salty wetness from her eyes transfer from her skin to his, and it broke his heart into a million pieces knowing that he was the cause of it.

Y/N wanted to push him away so badly. He had made the choice to walk away from everything that they had built together. How could she ever forgive him? Instead of conveying this to him, she moved to straddle his lap. He leaned against the back of the couch and placed his hands on her hips, holding on for dear life.

“Please.” He whispered.

She didn’t respond but rather pushed herself deeper against him, slightly grinding her hips.

“I’m sorry.” Was all she said, in a soft shaky tone. They both knew what she was apologizing for.

They took a moment to just look at one another.

Y/N then spoke before she had time to think her words through,

“Show me you really mean what you say. Show me that you truly love me. Show me before you go and forget all about me.” Tears flowed between the two of them.

“I could never forget you.” He said in a hurt whisper. Her eyes trailed down to their connected laps in shame, embarrassed that she was making a huge selfish fuss over his plans of a brighter future. Fred took her face in his hands and made sure to really get a good look at her before swiftly laying her flat on her back against the couch.

“Is this alright?” He asked while softly stroking her thigh. She let out a trapped sigh and nodded as she shimmied herself further into the cushions. Fred gave her a melancholy smile before leaning in and enveloping her mouth with his.

Immediately they began to collectively moan as Fred grazed his hand up and down Y/N’s goose fleshed skin and her clothed pubic bone pushed up against his sensitive groin. Just the feeling of his light feather touch had her trembling to his every will. Once he felt that her legs had gotten enough attention, he removed his lips from hers and moved his hands from her thighs as he looked down at her with a face filled with care and worry.

“Is this okay?” He asked.

His fingers were creeping up her inner thigh and past the fabric of her cotton pyjama shorts. She nodded with a soft hum of approval. She bit down on her swollen bottom lip as he began to circle her clit with his middle and index fingers. Then her hand shot up to grab his forearm at the same time as her legs tensed up with pleasure.

“Please Freddie, m-more.” She whined while using her hand to dictate his speed and movements against her sensitive centre.

Fred watched in amazement as his girlfriend laid submissively beneath him, her hair sprawled out as she shimmed and jerked about, all because of his large strong hand that was currently between her legs.

They had never had sex before. The two of them had talked about it a great deal throughout their relationship, but because they spent so much of their time surrounded by friends during school and family during the holidays, it was difficult to ever get a moment to do so.

Fred never really cared about getting caught or the idea of a quicky. He was Fred Weasley after all. Any way he could feel her skin against his was ideal. Y/N on the other hand, had always wanted her first time to be something meaningful. She wanted it to be thought out, where they wouldn’t be distrubed and could have all the time in the world to express their love for one another.

So never once did Fred imagine that this was how the night would end. In the middle of the warmly lit common room where any insomnia stricken student could walk in unannounced.

Fred wanted her to drop everything. He wanted her to follow in his footsteps. But she was her own person, and she had to make her own choices, no matter how much it pained him. At the very least they were able to say their goodbyes by finally giving themselves to each other, whole heartedly.

“I’m going to put a finger in. Is that alright?” He asked softly in her ear, intentionally making it so his mouth hovered close to her neck. She shivered at the feeling of his breath rolling off of her skin.

“Yes Freddie, more than alright.” She was his to take, anyway he wanted.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, okay love?” She nodded lightly, completely under his spell.

Fred detached his fingers from her hypersensitive bundle and slowly dragged them down to swirl around the wetness that had formed at her entrance. Once she was fully prepped by his digit, he slipped his index finger inside of her. Even with one digit, he could tell just how tight she was.

“Merlin, you’re so fucking tight.” He groaned out his inner thoughts before attacking her neck again with a plethora of horny kisses.

Her jaw slacked open in pleasure and her back arched off of the sticky fabric beneath her. His methodical breathing gave her a pace in which she could thrust herself against his finger.

Fred noticed her clench and speed up her hips movements. Not wanting her to finish so quickly, he slowly pulled his finger out of her warmth, resulting in a whine escaping her lips.

“Freddie, come back. Please!” She cried out, reaching out for him. Instead of giving in to her (no matter how badly he wanted to), he slipped off of the couch and got onto his knees in front of her. Y/N sat up and faced him, looking like the goddess Venus herself.

“Off, darling.” He finally said before tugging at the waistband of her shorts. Y/N happily obliged by lifting her hips up and letting him pull the shorts past the curvature of her bum and down her legs to the floor.

“Can you open up for me darling?’ He asked gently, caressing her knees in a circular motion. Y/N adjusted herself in her seated position, the sound of the leather couch filling their ears as she shifted her hips. She then took a deep inhale before slowly opening her legs more and planting her feet far apart from each other. The draft of the room hit her, making her clench her toes for a moment.

Fred’s face heated up as he took in her glistening inner thighs and centre.

“Absolutely stunning love, really.” He bashfully admitted while stroking her spread apart thighs.

This was not the Fred Wealsey that everyone else knew. The crazy, careless prankster who had everyone wrapped around his finger. The Fred Weasley who constantly told innapropriate jokes and boasted about his pranking achievements along with his party animal ways. As he sat there on his knees, between his girlfriends legs, he came to the conclusion that he was the one wrapped around her finger. He was nothing more than a desperate boy who was hopelessly in love with the girl above him.

“All yours Freddie.” Her voice was like sweet red velvet cake getting sliced into on a warm late spring afternoon. Fred let out a soft groan in response to her inviting words before pushing himself forward slightly, preparing himself to attach his lips to her core. He slowly tilted his head to the side, allowing himself full access. His stomach contracted and he squeezed his thighs together, trying to keep the ache in his trousers at bay.

Once he was able to somewhat pull himself together, he placed a gentle kiss to her clit, resulting in her hole clenching and her hips abruptly bucking forward. She grabbed his short red locks in the process and looked down at him through half lidded eyes.

“Look at me baby.” She whispered seductively. His soft brown irises slowly shifted up along her gorgeous welcoming figure to meet her eyes, a clouded look of lust filling them. Now giving her his full attention, Fred moved on from the light kisses he was administering to fully lapping up her arousal with a new found confidence.

“Fuck.” She groaned out while jutting her hips forward and threading her fingers through his hair harshly. He sighed in contentment as he continued to watch his girlfriend unravel above him. All because of his tongue.

And once more, right before she could finish, Fred removed his mouth from her core, wetness covering most of his lower face, chin and all. Before he could make any witty comments about how spent she looked, Y/N grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up onto the couch to lay on top of her.

His shoulders rose and fell as he panted, still catching his breath from devouring her seconds ago. His covered torso pressed against hers and they could both feel each other's hearts racing, keeping in time with one another.

“Stay with me. Just for a bit.” She pleaded quietly, sadness evident in her voice and tears sitting in the lower waterline of her eyes. Fred immediately sat up and watched her lay deeper along the couch before straddling her waist. He then unzipped his striped sweater, throwing it behind him absentmindedly. Y/N looked up at the red headed boy on top of her with so much love and admiration, moving her hands up and down his clothed chest and stomach. Fred then pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his bare upper body.

Feeling absolutely feral from seeing his lightly freckled porcelain chest, Y/N yanked Fred down by the neck to press their lips together. Most of the time when they kissed, it would be fairly contained and sweet. Now was not one of those times. Teeth clashed and tongues swirled freely making the kiss messy, sloppy and feverish.

Wanting even more contact, Fred pulled one of his hands out from behind Y/N’s head and tucked it under the button up lounge top she had on. She let out a small gasp as he began messaging one of her breasts. He couldn’t go another second without having them exposed and ready for his tender touch.

Quickly sitting up again, Fred started to unbutton the fabric with shaky hands, prominent pants of lust coming from his throat. Noticing him struggling, Y/N anxiously placed her hands over his and started helping him with the buttons.

Once the final button was undone, Y/N’s supple breasts were finally exposed. The cool air caused her nipples to harden and once Fred had fully taken them in, he brought himself down to her chest, sucking on the flesh happily.

Needy for more of him, Y/N dragged her hand down his stomach, stopping at the buckle of his belt. With a few aggressive tugs of the hand me down leather, Fred brought his hand down to help her unbuckle it, gently grazing her hand in the process.

Once the belt was removed, Y/N feverishly pulled at the zipper of his trousers. She was able to achieve the action on her own fairly quickly and began to feel around his lower section, putting her hand past the elastic band of his striped boxers. When she felt his hardened dick, a multitude of somersaults awoken within her. She was hoping somersaults wouldn’t be the only thing she would feel her gut that night.

She took him in her hand, making sure not to grip his aching member too harshly. He bucked forward and closed his eyes, letting out the most beautiful sound that had ever graced Y/N’s ears. Seeing her effect on the older boy had her stroking him faster and faster. Precome from his red tip began to seep between her fingers.

“Yes, yes!” He let slip out with a gasp, digging his face into her neck. She then slipped her hand out from his boxers and trousers, not letting him finish. It was a small act of defiance for doing the same to her earlier.

He whined quietly, nuzzling his nose further into her skin, begging for any kind of release.

“Lift up love.’ She said sweetly, which he did with very little objection. Her arms came around his waist and she pushed his trouser and boxers down more, giving her a full view of his arse as she looked over his shoulder from where she laid. She couldn’t help but stare.

Getting frustrated with the inconvenience of the material, Fred kicked off his shoes and used his feet to push the constrictive material off his lower half completely, including his socks.

Y/N and Fred were now fully naked and exposed.

“Fred, I need you in me.” Y/N begged, desperate for the feeling of being filled up by the boy above her. Fred brought himself up further on to his elbows and tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

“Yeah?” He asked, needing her to be one hundred percent sure that this was what she wanted.

“Yeah.” She responded, eyes full of wonder. He couldn’t deny her what she wanted, especially when she gave him that look.

He moved his gaze down to his swollen member that was just barely hovering over her pubic bone. With a steady grip, he jerked himself a couple times to bring up a bead of precome before shifting slightly, laying the tip of his length against her lower lips.

Looking up one more time for confirmation, he was met with a soft expression on her face and her hand stroking his hair gently, giving him a sense of reassurance.

That was all he needed to continue.

He moved forward, looking down to watch his aching length disappear past the folds of her pulsing centre.

The feeling made him release a shaky breath and he laid himself flush against her naked chest, knowing deep down that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for much longer even if he tried. Y/N hissed when he slowly pushed himself further and further inside of her, his member dragging against her contracting walls. To ease the pain she gripped onto his toned freckles biceps. All those years of swinging his beater bat could be felt underneath her fingertips.

“Freddie,” She cooed, indicating that the pain had started to subside. Her soft words sent sharp bolts of energy through his scalp and all the way down to the soles of his feet. The sensation made him want to move instead of this agonizing stillness they were currently in.

“Ca-can I-I m-move? Fuckin’ ‘ell, can I please move?” He begged, shakiness laced within his words.

“Yeah.” She whispered, tightening her grip on the roots of his hair. He groaned at the tugging sensation and began retracting his hips, watching Y/N tense and hiss as he did so. He waited a moment and then pushed forward again, watching as she let out a prominent sigh, releasing all of the stiffness she was holding. His thrusts were small, only moving slightly back and forth so she could get used to the feeling. Every once and a while she would let out these little mewls that made him want to snap his hips. But he had to have restraint.

For her sake.

It was as if she had read his mind because as he continued his methodically shallow pace, Y/N finally spoke up through her moans.

“More Freddie. I need more.” He lifted his head from the cozy spot he had created upon her chest to look her in the eye.

“Are you sure?’ The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

“Christ Freddie, you’re being too gentle! Please just fuck me like you mean it!”

He was dumbfounded by her words. Her begging and pleading awoke something within him and he went to grab her thigh, placing it against his hip. He then set his forehead against hers making sure their eyes stayed connected.

“Like this?” He asked confidently with a tinge of a smirk as he began to roll his hips hard against hers. She let out a loud whine and nodded before looking down to their connected bodies, biting her lip as he continued to slowly and deeply fuck into her the best way he could.

“Yeah just like that.” She responded softly, rubbing her hand along his toned and flexed upper back.

Moans and pants filled the room. Y/N was fully laid back, pulling Fred down with her. With their bodies so intimately entangled, Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her heels against his tailbone, allowing for a new angle to emerge. He was now hitting her g-spot in this position, though she didn’t know that. To her it just felt euphoric.

It just felt right.

After a while she made it so she was fully wrapped around him when she flung her arms around his neck, clinging to him almost as though she were a koala.

“Oh my merlin, you f-f-feel so fu-fucking amazing Fred!” All he could respond with were low grunts of pleasure.

Fred began to quicken his pace when he started to feel his orgasm creep up like a distant sneeze. This had Y/N holding on to him for dear life, also feeling her own climax slowly approaching.

“I-I think I’m go-going to cum.” He spoke in broken words.

“Me too.” She replied through a gasp, gripping onto his shoulder blades that tensed up every time he pushed forward into her now overly sensitive core.

After a few more deep and needy thrusts, Fred began to pull his hips back so he could finish on Y/N’s stomach.

“No.” She breathed out, tightening the grip she had on him, digging her heels deeper into his sweaty lower back. He looked down at her with a confused but blissed out expression, still thrusting sporadically.

“Finish inside me, so I still have a part of you with me when you leave.” He stopped, completely caught off guard by her words. She wanted him to stay with her that badly. It killed him inside, especially as he watched a single tear run down her flushed cheek.

“If that’s okay.” She continued, beginning to retract into herself. She started to think that she had made him uncomfortable and had ruined the moment with her loose words. She covered her face in embarrassment, wishing she could disappear. It would be difficult though with Fred still very much buried inside of her.

Y/N was about to apologize for stepping out of line when she felt him begin to thrust into her with more vigour than before. She took her hands off of her eyes to see Fred concentrating heavily, his face turning into a light shade of red.

“ ‘m close. Gonna fill you up so well love.” Her heart swelled at his words. He was going to do it.

“Fuck, me too Freddie.” With a few more passionate and hard thrusts and a plethora of I love you’s, Fred let out a guttural groan while sloppily painting her jaw with wet, salvia ridden kisses. Then he finally spilled his seed deep inside of her. She gripped on to him roughly, jutting up against his now partly soft member as her legs shook along with her orgasm.

Fred could watch her do that all day.

They had both mostly come down at this point as Fred collapsed on top of Y/N, their sweaty bodies finding a perfect rhythm through their erratic breaths and heartbeats. No words were spoken. Instead they stared off into space, finding a sense of peacefulness in their collective blissed out state. Only the crackling fire made itself known.

Amongst all this, Y/N drew hearts over Fred’s naked back absentmindedly with her fingers. He had almost fallen asleep at her soothing touch. It was what he would miss the most. The silent recognition of love that the two of them shared.

“Freddie?”

He hummed in response, far too gone at that point to give her a coherent sentence.

“I hate that I’m asking you this but, when are you leaving?” Fred’s eyes widened and he quickly shot up to check the time.

It was one-thirty in the morning. He was supposed to meet George at the front entrance half an hour earlier.

“Shit!” He yelled as he jumped up and ran around the common room, resembling a chicken with its head cut off. He frantically collected his clothes that were scattered on the floor.

“Get dressed and grab some shoes.” He said while hopping around, attempting to get his long lower limbs through the leg holes of his trousers. Y/N didn’t ask any questions as she quickly slipped her pyjamas back on and rushed upstairs to grab an old Gryfindor sweater her aunt passed down to her, along with a pair of worn in white converse.

Once she made it back down to the common room, Fred was lacing up his shoes. He must have heard her come down because once she got to the bottom of the stairs he looked up at her from his crouched position, watching her intently as she sat on the bottom step and concentrated on getting her own shoes on.

This moment reminded him of the night of the Yule Ball and how beautiful she looked when she came down those very same steps.

She took his breath away.

Now sporting a ratty old sweater and wearing no makeup whatsoever, his breath still caught in his throat.

She had always been so beautiful.

After a moment of soaking her in for what may be the last time for a while, Fred walked over and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the common room.

“Where are we going?” Y/N whisper yelled as they stealthily ran through the dark ghostly halls of Hogwarts. The only light source they were gifted came from the full moon that could easily be seen through the plethora of archways adorning the castle’s outer walls. The only sounds being the echo of their shoes slapping against the cobblestone beneath them.

Every once in a while when they came to a turn, Fred would abruptly stop and peak around the corner to make sure Filch wasn’t creeping around in the shadows. A habit he picked up when he first became a student at Hogwarts.

“Almost there.” He stated while swiftly moving around a corner, making a non verbal announcement that the area was clear of any caretaker activity.

Y/N helplessly wanted to tug Fred backwards and have them retreat back into the common room for a second round of passionate love making. Possibly even use the Room of Requirements to spice things up. But unfortunately, things don’t always go the way you want them to. Instead she tried her best to keep up with Fred’s lanky legs as he maneuvered them through the halls of Hogwarts.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally made it to the large grand entrance of the school, surprisingly not having gotten caught in the process. Y/N could feel her legs almost give out as they stopped to look out to the vast land of grass, forest and bodies of water, partially due to the large stretch of running she had just done and partially due to the activities that took place in the common room not that long ago.

Her lungs felt cold and sore as she gasped for breath.

“What are we doing here?” She choked out, not paying much attention to her surroundings. She then stood up fully and noticed a few meters away, the other half of her lover. He turned around, travel bag in hand and Angila behind him in all her bright blue glory. The fact that the car still ran was an absolute miracle. Especially after what Harry and Ron had put her through in Ninety-Two.

Fred took her out of her thoughts as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. George had a beaming smile on his face. He initially thought that the plan had worked and Y/N chose to go with them to help bring their dream to fruition. Then he noticed his older twin shake his head sadly. George’s smile disappeared and his shoulders dropped once he realised what his brother was trying to tell him.

This was goodbye.

“I hear you boys are dropping out?” Y/N called out to George as they got closer and closer to him, an attempt to lighten the mood. He let out a sad laugh as he stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets.

“Yeah, was thinking about it.” He responded leaning against the passenger door. Y/N snickered softly as they finally came face to face. She dropped Fred’s hand and pulled George in for a hug, rubbing his back to console him, feeling bad that she had gotten in the way of their perfect plan.

“You sure you don’t want to come with us?” He asked, words filled with hope.

“I can’t. I need to finish the year and graduate. But this isn’t goodbye Georgie Poorgie.” She said before pulling away from the embrace. He smiled at this and playfully rolled his eyes. He always hated that nickname.

“Will you write?” He didn’t want the last seven years to just go to waste. Neither did she.

“Of course I will.” She moved in closer and whispered,

“Keep an eye on him will you? You were always the more reasonable one of the two.” He chuckled lightly and nodded before leaning in for one more bone crushing hug.

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye George.” And with that he retreated back into the dodgy Ford to make sure everything was in order for their journey to Diagon Alley.

“So.” Fred said breaking the awkward silence, kicking the stone beneath him, his hands shoved in his sweater pockets.

“So.” Y/N repeated in a light mocking tone. So much had happened in the last few hours that neither one of them really knew what to say.

“I’m never not going to love you, you know that right?” He finally said stepping closer so they were only a couple inches apart from each other.

“Yeah I know. Still wish you weren’t just going and deserting your education but it’s not my place to stomp on your dreams you know.” Y/N let out a sniffle, collecting a couple tears with her fingers.

“I’ll wait for you.” He blurted out. She looked up and gave him a sad smile, taking his hand into hers.

“No you won’t. You will work and work and one day some beautiful girl will walk in and sweep you off of your feet. She will be the perfect girlfriend and one day the perfect wife who will help you and George run the shop and raise your kids while you live out your dream. I know you love me and I love you, more than anything in the world, but Freddie, I cannot and will not hold you back from what I know you can achieve. Be great, focus on that. I’ll always be here for you. But I can’t be who you want me to be. I can’t be a shop owner's wife.” Tears began to trickle down both their faces by the time Y/N had finished her little speech.

“Is this you breaking up with me?” His voice was cracked and hoarse. He had thought about this being a possible outcome but chose to push it to the back of his mind, not wanting to face it.

“Yeah...I think it is.” She replied weakly, feeling absolutely guilty and awful. No, this was what was right. He needed to move on.

“You are the only woman I’ve ever loved! No one else!” He said, his voice raising.

Y/N flinched slightly, not used to seeing him this genuinely angry, not even on the quidditch pitch. How could she? The only other time he got this mad was when she was passed out cold.

“Freddie, please. Not here.” Her voice was quiet and shaky as tears streamed down her face. She then noticed George watching from inside the car with a face full of remorse. Under normal circumstances he would have intervened to protect her but he knew she was safe and this conversation needed to happen sooner or later.

Seeing her scared demeanor, Fred pulled back immediately. He hated to see her frightened and vulnerable.

Slowly, he walked towards her and gently brought her into his chest as she sobbed, placing a plethora of gentle kisses on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry Fred, I just can’t I-” She rambled as her small frame shook with tears.

“Shhh. It’s okay, no need to apologize. I shouldn’t have yelled”. His eyes closed with frustration as he let out a sigh. He was angry at himself for getting so cross with her.

“Fred?” She asked once her tears had finally subsided and she could gather her thoughts.

“Yes love?’ He kept his hands around her waist as he leaned back a touch to look down at her.

“One last kiss? Before you leave?” Both of their hearts broke for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“Y/N please don’t.” He felt as though he could cry now.

“Fred, I don’t want to argue. Just do it” She was tired, emotionally drained and not in the mood to negotiate. He let out a shaky exhale and gently took a hold of the back of her neck, leaning down to capture her lips with his.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen with desperation. It felt nice and warm, but also painful. Fred moaned into Y/N’s mouth and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. In response she placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed her thumb gently back and forth against his soft freckled skin. His hand then came up to lay gently over hers. The size difference of their hands always made his heart swell.

“I love you.” He said against her lips.

“I know. I love you too.” She muttered. And with that, they separated and embraced for a couple more seconds. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but they had to.

“Bye.” She said with a weak wave once he had finally pried himself from her grasp, backing away further and further before getting into the driver seat.

He couldn't even look her in the eye as he started up the bunged up car, it would just be too painful. Merlin knew if he did, there was a good chance he would run back out to her and forget about everything he had worked so hard for.

The headlights shawn brightly, creating a stream of yellow light against the gravel in front of it. The sound of low rumbles, occasional putters and clanks drowned out Y/N’s re-emerging sobs as she watched the boys begin to drive down the path and up into the night sky. The old beat up Ford swiftly flew further and further away. Then it rippled into oblivion.

Gone.

Y/N held her sweater tightly to her shaking body as her teeth chattered, the only sound being the chilly April wind passing by. The wetness of her fresh tears brought an extra sense of coldness to her face. She stood in place far longer than necessary, secretly hoping that piece of junk car would reappear.

It never did.

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

True (Lucifer SPN)

Pairing: Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader Words: 1.5k+ Warning(s): Shapeshifter, a lil bit of angst, some heated stuff ehehe A/N: Im rewatching Supernatural and it rekindled my love for Lucifer. What is it with me and Lucifer ahaha. I hope you guys enjoy~

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You grunted and winced, the fabric bag that was over your head ripped off your head. There standing in front of you was a damn Shapeshifter with your damn face. They smirked at you as you struggled against the ropes binding you. You were on a case alone that was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, and it was. But apparently the shifter in town caught wind that a hunter was in town. The guy who spoke to you before you left town at the gas station must've been the shapeshifter; before you became his new face. He was the last person you saw before blacking out. You looked around and pieced together you were in some sort of basement.

"Wakey-wakey, (Y/N)." He chuckled. "My, my... To get ahold of someone who is so close to the Winchesters. I must've won the lottery!"

"If you know anything about them you would know you can't fool them." You snarled back.

"I am currently learning everything about you." He tapped your forehead, "I already know juicy details about Sam and Dean and oh! The bunker too. I'll pay them a little visit and kill them in their sleep~." The shifter walked away from you, slipping your hunting bag over their shoulder. "I left you some food and water, can't have you dying on me! Toodles!" He chucked your knife close by you before leaving the basement.

You smirked to yourself, seems like your imposter hasn't learned everything about you yet. Like how you were in a relationship with the Lucifer, your soulmate. You had to stop yourself from praying to him, just in case the shifter would be able to access that. If the boys didn't figure it out soon enough, Lucifer would definitely tell the difference. You felt almost sick that a shifter took on your face, you just hope they would stopped in time.

You maneuvered the knife your doppelganger tossed you to your tied up hands, and slowly you began cutting away at the ropes. When the ropes were cut off you immediately started looking for a way out. The only window to the outside was way too small for anyone to enter or exit.

"Damn." You growled. You walked to the door, just in case there was a slim chance it was left unlocked; it wasn't. You sighed and attempted to kick it down, didn't work. "There has to be something the dumbass left around."

You sighed and began your search through out the basement, hoping this would all be over soon.

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Shapeshifter you pulled into the garage around 10pm and smirked. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to get ahold of you; one of the closest people to the all too well known Winchester brothers. He felt all too confident that he could trick the two easy-peasy. He locked the car and strode into the bunker, a cocky smirk was on his, technically yours, face.

'All I have to do is wait until they fall asleep.' He found his way to the library of the bunker and there were Dean and Sam, not suspecting a thing. The two looked up from their laptops and grinned.

"How was the hunt, (Y/N)?" Dean asked.

"Pretty easy. The ghost didn't stand a chance against me." Shifter-You grinned and sat down at the table with them.

"Good you got back in time, we found a big hunt about 3 hours from now and we want to go first thing tomorrow. We also want to bring your boyfriend too, we may need his help with some things." Sam passed over the newspaper article of whatever they want to hunt. The Shifter mentally cursed at the fact you had a boyfriend, he hadn't had enough time to learn more about you.

"Sounds good." He gulped as he scanned over the paper. He carefully eyed the two brothers as they continued talking about a game plan for the hunt and he hoped more of your memories would become accessible to him. "Well I am going to my room and catch up on some sleep, see you both later!"

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." They both waved and he got up from his seat.

"There is my one and only favorite human!" A voice the shifter didn't recognize shouted behind him. He turned around, ready to act like you, but practically froze on the spot.

'This bitch is dating Lucifer?' He internally screamed and put on his best (Y/N)-esque smile.

"Hey there, babe~" He continuously began silently freaking out when the Devil leaned in and kissed the shifter-yous forehead. Did he successfully trick the infamous fallen angel?

"You look scrumptious." Lucifer smirked.

"Ugh get a room you two." Dean grunted, causing the shifter to turn and face him.

"Don't worry Dean, there won't be anymore PDA."  Lucifer wrapped his arms around the shifter, his arms tightening. "Because this isn't (Y/N)."

"What the hell?" Both Dean and Sam grabbed their guns, keeping them at the ready.

"Lucifer w-what are you talking about?" The shifter paused for a second before struggling with all his might to break free from the practically bone crushing hug from Lucifer but he couldn't.

"Demon?!" Sam shouted.

"Nope, a shapeshifter." Luci smirked, his eyes shifting to red. "Oh you are so going to regret shifting into my (Y/N)."

"If you harm me I won't tell you where they are!" The shifter tried to bargain.

"Are you stupid or dumb? I am archangel Lucifer, I will find (Y/N)."

"Why do you want to find that bitch anyways? They think of you as a monster, Lucifer." The shifter snarled. "I have access to all their memories and thoughts. You disgust them, repulse them even. They think you are nothing. The mere thought of you touching them makes then want to burn their skin on off-"

"Shoot them, they bore me." Lucifer sighed and shoved shifter you forward. Before the shapeshifter tried running, both Dean and Sam landed two fatal shots with silver bullets. Your body fell to the ground with a thud... And the shifter was dead. The Winchesters eyed Lucifer carefully but his face was unreadable.

"Uh are you okay, Lucifer? They were saying some pretty harsh stuff as (Y/N)."

"That was rookie stuff." He shrugged his shoudlers. "Take care of this while I go find (Y/N)."

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You sighed and slumped against the pillar you were once tied to. It had been hours since the 'evil you' left and you were feeling exhausted. Your search for a way out was futile, but you had high hopes for a rescue. You figured that the Shapeshifter should be at the bunker by now, so you were pondering your choices.

"Ah fuck it." You closed your eyes and began concentrating, preparing to pray to Lucifer.

'Lucifer-'

The sound of fluttering wings made you snap open your eyes, Lucifer was standing right in front of you. He grinned and held out a hand, which you gladly took, and he immediately pulled you into an embrace.

"I knew you would know." You buried your face into his chest, hugging him tight.

"I will always know who the real you is. Now let's get you home." You felt the usually spinning when Lucifer teleported and next thing you know, you were in the bunker library.

"Where's the brothers?"

"They are taking care of the Shapeshifter. Let's go to our room." He took hold of your hand and you both walk down the hallway to your room. You watched Lucifers carefully, you can tell there was something wrong and you knew it had to do something with the shifter.

You arrived to your shared room with Lucifer. Once the door was closed you pulled him into a deep, emotional kiss; your body pressed against his. You break away and stared deeply into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I am sorry if shifter-me said anything to you, Luci." You sigh,"What happened?"

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't you." He lead you to the bed to sit down. "That shifter said you hated me basically, that I am disgusting. And watching "you" die was something else."

"Aw Lucifer, I love you with all my being and I hope you know that I could never see you as a monster." You wrap your arms around his shoulders and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Now, I was stuck in a dusty, dirty basement all day. I think a shower with my favorite Devil~"

"Oh I like the way you think." He smirked. "Let's get those restricting clothes off.~"

"No need to tell me twice." You maneuvered and now you were straddling Lucifer, you ran your hands through his sandy blond hair. You felt his hands go to your hips, and slowly they made their way to your back. His hands slid under your shirt, the light and gentle touches made you shiver.

"My favorite human, my soulmate, my love." Lucifer murmured in your ear before he kissed your neck. He held you tight while he left little hickies along your collarbone.

You felt pure happiness in that moment with your soulmate Lucifer.

[tingleparker]

All too well

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes, actually. Thank you Sunny nonnie & another nonnie, love you <33

•Warnings: Angst. I advise tissues

•Summary: Peter just wanted to protect you, and you owe your career to him. You're coming back to Queens for a concert, whatever could go wrong?

•Word count: 5.7k (wowzers v long sorry)

A/n: Listen to All too well -> HERE. Lyrics are in this though :))

Sorry, it was such a long wait for this, but think of it as a little Easter treat (thank you nonnie with this idea). Hopefully, it's worth the wait <33

Peter didn't sign up for this, he didn't sign up for all the villains he would be facing. He didn’t realise how much troubling everything would get, he didn’t realise that people got worse and everything became ten times harder. Sure, when he was back in school, it was hard to balance between Spiderman and schoolwork. But now? Everything was advancing. That would be good for the world when that sort of technology and power didn’t land in the wrong people’s hands. Yes, he had the Avengers team to back him up but Peter will always be that Spider-Man hero swinging around Queens. But why is he realising now? Well, the near death of a loved one may help with realisation.

Y/n Y/l/n, Peter Parker's girlfriend and also You. You had met Peter back in your last year in Midtown, only finding out about him when you became friends with Michelle Jones. You weren't close to Peter back in high school, just knew each other ‘round school grounds. But after graduating and moving on from high school you continued to stay in touch with MJ. From MJ, the pair of you hung out frequently; trying to suppress the stress from college. With MJ came with the package deal of Ned Leeds and Peter Parker. The four of you becoming a tight friendship group. The three of them became your favourite people, but one in particular became something much more. Peter Parker to you was the epitome of adorable, charming and attractive. You couldn't even make up words to comprehend how much you fell for this boy. You beat yourself up for not realising this back in high school but you couldn't turn back time now. But you were glad, you still ended up with the boy who had captured your attention.

Just before the start of your last year in college began, Peter and you started talking more frequently. It was so much that you thought you spoke and texted him more than Michelle. And finally on new years eve, at Ned’s party; You shared the most spark-filled kiss with Peter, under all the dazzling fireworks that lit up the stunning night sky that new years.

Now approaching the end of your college life, the friendship group began crumbling as well as your relationship with your boyfriend, Peter. With all your schedules filled up with studying and schoolwork, you didn't see those three faces you adored to no end anymore. Furthermore, Peter being the infamous Spiderman of Queens didn't help him have any free time either. Of Course, you knew about this alter ego of his, after being together for almost one year now; Peter couldn't hold the secret anymore. You didn't mind him being out saving lives, you thought that made him even more attractive in your eyes but you were constantly worried about his health. You didn't think about your own health, until that fateful night.

~

Walking home from the library after a late night session of studying, may have been a bad idea. The chilly breeze brushed past you, hairs sticking up from the coldness. You shiver involuntarily, the street bare and dark. A constant feeling of uneasiness and fear creeping its way through you, your mind silently calling out to Peter; knowing that he was on patrol this night. It was a long shot because you knew how many people actually needed saving around town, while you were just walking back home without anything drastically wrong. You trudged on, only a few more streets over and you’ll be in the safety of your own home; imagining the soft sheets of your bed. The street lights illuminated the path in front of you, your head held low as your back started to ache from the backpack you carried for your books. Okay, you got this. You hyped yourself up; your mind seeming to play tricks on you; hearing quiet noises from the darkness. Your worst nightmare lagging behind you, quiet footsteps heard from behind. Maybe you were just overthinking, It may have been someone who was just walking the same path, on the same night and the same street. Deep down, your gut feeling was to make a dash but what happens if it were just a normal person. You slowly pick up your pace out of instinct, wanting to get out of these drabby streets as quick as possible. The worst case possible happened, the footsteps followed your speed, slowly catching up; informing you that they were in fact following you. Your breathing had gotten heavier and your heart rate jumping up to a fast momentum. Your feet sped up, even more, your walking had turned into almost jogging now. The figure behind you catching up at an alarming rate. All of a sudden your back was pushed against the brick wall of the side of the random building you were next to. Before you could even let out a squeak, a rough hand covered your mouth; muffling any screams that fell from your lips. You struggle against this person, who you presumed to be a man from the figure; but it was quite dark. You kicked your legs, twisting and turning; trying your hardest to get out of this tight grip but it did not budge your captor. Now you were really praying for Peter to come swing by at this moment. You were so scared, your eyes becoming glazed over as you tried your best not to let a tear fall and let whoever this was your real feelings.

“You listen here” The deep, hoarse voice instructed.

Your thoughts swarmed your mind, trying to predict what his next words were going to be. Was he going to ask for money? What else did you have to offer?

“You're going to tell me where your little dweeb of a boyfriend is, and not say a word to anyone.”

Those orders surprised you, you had never thought that your relationship with the small hero would put you into danger. You hadn't realised that anyone would pay attention to your relationship, now what do you do in this situation?

“W-what?” You stutter out, nervous as hell but confused how to get out of this predicament.

Suddenly you see a glint of silver reflecting from the moonlight, a blade being held over the skin of your neck. Your breath hitched, one wrong move and you could be lying on the ground all bloody and lifeless.

“You’re going to pull out your phone and call over your little Spiderboy here. Or else it ain't going to end pretty for you.” The man instructed, putting a tiny bit more pressure onto the blade nipping at your skin; pain coursing through your neck as it drew a minor amount of blood.

Your hand slowly reached down to grab your phone from your pocket, hand brushing against the screen-

A web comes whizzing through the air and restricting the man's hand that was holding you.

“It’s actually Spider-man, not Spiderboy” Your boyfriend's voice called over the dark street, a sigh of relief left your lips.

The man startled and distracted by the entrance of the hero, you took this as your chance. You kicked the criminal, making him stumble back as you pushed yourself off the wall and ran over to where your hero stood; a few meters away from the hunched over man. Peter took this as a cue to sling him up onto the brick wall you had just been up against. Once Peter knew that he was restrained properly with no chance to escape, his arms wrapped around you. You clutched onto him for dear life that night, thinking he would disappear if you let go.

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Peter ran his hands through his hair out of nervousness and anger. His mind and thoughts are killing him, he is torn. God, he loves you with all his heart and maybe that's why he is about to do what he thought is going to be the right thing. He knew that it would tear both of your hearts apart but he also knew that it would be good for you in the future. He couldn't have to save you from people who were targeting him. He could let himself put you into danger, the pain in his chest already there and he hadn't even talked to you yet. Taking a deep breath, Peter pushes the cafe door open. The aroma of coffee instantly hitting him in the face, a cozy feeling also washing over him but nothing could make him feel better right now. HIs eyes set onto the prettiest face he’s ever seen, walking towards his girlfriend.

“Hey! Sorry, I was impatient and ordered already.” You say cheerfully, it is your first time seeing Peter in a while and you are just glad, he's here now.

All Peter gave you was a small smile, sitting down in front of you. Your eyebrow furrow in confusion as he didn't seem right, you lean forward to grab his hand but he brushed you off; a feeling of hurt at the rejection was evident in your face. Peter couldn't keep eye contact, not wanting to see the pain in your face; guilt already eating him up.

“What’s wrong Pete?” You ask, concern taking over as your mind runs through all the possibilities of what could have happened.

But all those possibilities didn't compare to the words that left Peters' lips.

“I think we should break up.”

The six words felt like a bullet going straight through your heart. Your breath stopped, your head is spinning, is this just dream? You hope it is but it is all too real, tears pricked at your eyes but you were still in public and you definitely didn't want to make a scene. You sit there in shock, not being able to even form words. Peter didn't even have the courage to look you in the eyes, you wanted to say something; maybe ask why but you were in so much pain and shock.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” The last words Peter could mutter out before standing up and walking out of the cafe, leaving behind his broken heart with you but also taking yours with him.

You sit there hoping no one in the quaint store would look in your direction and see a newly graduated woman crying all by herself. Honestly what a sad scene if you were anybody else but you were the girl sitting here crying. You wait a couple of minutes before getting up and leaving, wanting to make sure you wouldn't run into your now ex-boyfriend. You waddle your way home, a gloomy emotion surrounded you; like an invisible rain cloud constantly on you. Upon getting to your abode, you immediately rush to your bed; curling yourself up in the sheets. Tears falling freely now, sobs rake through your body. The aching pain ran through all your body, you didn't realise how much your heart had been with Peter until now.

The day passed on, you eventually fell asleep from the exhaustion of all the crying. The sun descended and the moon rose as the sky fell dark. You finally decided to get out of bed, only taking a few steps to your desk. Opening up your written filled book, the pages splashed with meaningful lyrics. Your dream was always to be some sort of musician, you loved writing and jotting down ideas for music. You had never told anyone; not even your family, though Peter had found out on accident.

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“Babe, what's this?”

Your head turns to see your boyfriend holding your precious leather-bound book, a book that held all your desires. You rush over to Peter, snatching the important book out of his hands and hugging it into your chest. No one has ever looked at the pages in this notebook, not even letting your parent in on your real dreams. Expecting them to belittle you for wanting to become a singer was never a pathway in their books, so you kept all of this to yourself.

That night you had spilled all your aspirations to Peter, it felt good to get everything off your chest. Even though he had basically made you tell all of this, you wouldn't have thought of a better person to listen to you.

~

So you flick through the worn pages, to the next blank page. Though tears filled your eyes once more, some dripping onto the paper, words jumbled through your head and you knew you wanted to write it all down; so you did.

[Lyrics = bold italics | thoughts = normal]

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold,

But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I

Left my scarf there at your sister's house,

And you still got it in your drawer even now.

The time you were with Peter felt like home, you were always comfortable with him. Your songs were never the truth 100%, on the off chance that one day you would eventually either sell it or sing it yourself but you were almost certain you wouldn't have a chance to do that.

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze.

We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate.

The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place,

And I can picture it after all these days.

And I know it's long gone,

And that magic's not here no more,

And I might be okay,

But I'm not fine at all. 

You thought back to all the late night car drives with Peter, a small smile creeping up on your face. You remember the wind blowing your hair back as you yell out lyrics from the car window, Peter laughing at your antics. It was one of your favourite things to do with Pete, just having fun or deep conversations with each other driving around town.

Cause there we are again on that little town street.

You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me.

Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. 

You sat outside the small brunch place, gusts of wind blew your hair in all directions as you waited for Peter to show up. You look around the street seeing groups of people pass by and cars zooming through the road in front of your view. Then you spotted your favourite tuff of brunette curls across the street. A goofy smile on his face as he waited for the crossing lights, once he spotted you looking his smile got even wider. Stupidly, Peter had heard the sound of the green crossing light from the other street and wanting to get to you as soon as possible; Peter began walking before immediately jumping back as a car whizzed passed him. A look of concern took over your face for a second before you burst out laughing as you watch your embarrassed boyfriend cross the street when it was finally clear to go.

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.

You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed

And your mother's telling stories about you on a tee ball team

You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me. 

You had met Peters aunt May, the lovely lady almost instantly accepting you with open arms. You got to see where Peter grew up into this amazing man. You sat around the small dining table as May took a photo album off the counter, spilling all the secrets of Peters childhood out to you. Hours went by with giggles, laughs and reassuring an embarrassed Peter. The two of you cuddled into each other on Peters bed as May drew herself into her bedroom for the night. Though this day you saw all of Peters past, he promised you a future.

And I know it's long gone

And there was nothing else I could do

And I forget about you long enough

To forget why I needed to

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night.

We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light

Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well, yeah.

Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,

And maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up.

Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. 

You had been studying all day, night had fallen and you decided it was a good idea to get some food. Partially startled but you smile brightly at the sight of your boyfriend shaking around to the quiet music that flowed through the kitchen. You didn't really question how and why he was here at this moment but you definitely wanted his company.

“What are you doing here?” You ask playfully, seeing his head whip around fast as light.

“Oh-uh Surprise?” You laugh at his attempt to save himself but walk to join him anyways.

You loved that night, goofing around and dancing in the dimly lit kitchen.

Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise.

So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well.

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own

Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week

'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me

You can't get rid of it, 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah.

Your emotions poured out onto the page, you wished everything could go back to normal after this but you felt like you've lost a part of yourself. You knew you had left a scarf back at Peters place and you wondered if you would ever get it back. You didn't even know if you could handle seeing him again, or at least now right now. You hope that he feels the pain he had caused you, hoping he wouldn't forget you; but why would he even break up with you then?

Cause there we are again, when I loved you so

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well 

You didn't even find out the reason why all this happened. Having no chance to ask him as he walked out of the cafe, crumbling your heart into pieces. You think back to it and you don't find a legitimate reason. You two never fought that much and if you two did then it was over in a couple of hours tops. Sure, these past few weeks there was no time for each other but you didn't think it would cause this much of a rift that Peter would think it was significant enough to break up over.

Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all

Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

Going back through all these memories, it all came to an end and so did your song. Teardrops fell upon the pages, leaving behind wet splotches on the paper. You read over the words written messily on the pages once more, before closing the book closed with a huff. You decide you need to finally trudge yourself out of your bedroom and make yourself some food. Whilst eating your sad meal, trying to eat your feelings away. You hum a tune trying to imagine the goods in life and your newly written song as a whole.

~

Waking up the next morning felt like hell, the empty feeling of where your heart was ripped out. You try to psych yourself up, you wanted to move on. You decided to be spontaneous today, put yourself out there more. You grabbed your lyric book and set up a camera; or more so your phone camera. Setting up your phone, so it could point at you; you grabbed your guitar from the corner of your room before setting yourself in front of the phone. Quickly wiping at your face, though the lighting and camera quality wasn't the best; you press record. Your fingers move on their own, a rhythm coming out unconsciously. You clear your throat before the words leave your lips, the way you want it. You put your all into it, the emotions flowing out as you sang. Before you knew it, the last words left your mouth. A deep sigh leaving your lips as it feels like a weight being lifted off your chest and shoulders. You reach out and end the recording, not really bothered to watch it back through. You had the most impromptu idea and your hands move before your mind could work properly. Clicking onto the youtube app, your fingers move onto uploading the recent video; you had just filmed. The video uploading, your heart rapidly beating; regret setting in the closer the video got to being uploaded. You decided to just lock your phone, the screen turning black as you set it on your desk. You try calming down, no-one was going to see it anyways. You push the thought and memory of it to the back of your mind as you resume your day.

You went to bed that day, forgetting what you had done that morning. It wasn't until you reached over to check the time when you wake up, you realise all the notifications coming through. Likes, dislikes, comments, subscribes; everything popped up, you were taken aback. You quickly unlocked your phone, the notices still blocking the top of your screen. Your video growing in popularity as it hits 100k views. You were so surprised, a smile growing on your face as you read through all the positive comments.

‘Omg, she's actually so good!’

“What is this song? It's AMAZING!’

‘HoLy ShIt! BrOkE tHe RePlaY bUtToN.’

Of Course, there was the hate but you looked past that. This dulled the pain of your broken heart. You resumed your day with a little ray of sunshine as more notifications came in, putting a smile on your lips each time. Emails then came in, record companies contacting you; shocking you.

~

Before you know it, you’re walking up on a big stage. Bright stage lights shone upon your figure as screams and cheers sounded around the arena. Tears glazed your eyes as the crowd sang your very own lyrics back to you, your body filled with warmth. This was all you could dream of and more.

“Thank you so much for having me, Brooklyn!” You announced the last bit of your show.

Screams and shouts are what you get as a reply and you were ecstatic with that. Walking off stage, you take a swig of water; your throat feeling relieved after performing. You were buzzing with adrenaline, even after performing around America; you still get a rush out of it each show. You were coming up to your last few shows; Brooklyn being your penultimate act. Your next stop is Queens, your home. You were excited and nervous at the same time; you haven't been back in months because of this tour and the familiar faces there scared you. Especially, your ex; Peter Parker. Your first and most popular song was written because of him, the memories coming back each show as you close out your setlist with the emotional ‘All too well’. You never fully got over Peter, of course the two of you grew up. You were out here performing songs and living out your dream, while Peter stayed back in Queens; playing hero and becoming an avenger. You had a day to prepare for the next show, travelling from Brooklyn to Queens in your teams RV has been uncomfortable but bearable when you got to do what you loved almost every night.

~

You wake up from the bunk as we arrive in Queens, the familiar roads taking you back. You finally arrive back at your place, to your own home; the one you left months ago. You trudge your luggage inside, the dark house illuminating as you happily take back in your home. You don't bother unpacking and crash out on your bed as soon as you could.

Waking up you see it was sunset, you decided to take a small stroll around the neighbourhood. You grab necessities before locking the front door behind you. You lived near a quiet and quaint area, knowing most people living in the houses you walk by. Few cars past and not too many individuals walk by. The sky getting darker by the minute, you're about 15 minutes away from home now. Deciding on quickly buying a little snack from the small store on the street, you start heading back. Whilst looking around, trying to get back before it gets pitch black; you hear a loud noise coming from the alleyway in front of you. Startled, your heart rate jumps as you come to a halt. You contemplate your choices; you could continue walking and it could have just been a raccoon, you could walk forward and potentially get stabbed to death or robbed or you could just not walk forward. There was no other sound coming from the dark alley, so you tried to convince yourself it was just some rodent. You continue on your way, curiosity getting the better out of you as you peer around to see what had caused such a heavy sound. A cluster of red and blue entangled the dirty metal on the ground. Your eyes trail up to see the friendly spiderman holding his mouth shut.

“P-Peter?” You call out to the hero whose eyes widened at the sound of your voice.

“Y-Y/n! Funny seeing you here!” Peter exclaims before jumping up, making more of a ruckus as the metal clangs onto the concrete.

“Yeah, I'm back for my last show.” You explain as he now stands in front of you.

Emotions came rushing back through, Peters hands going up to peel off his mask; revealing the face you once loved and maybe deep down still love.

“What if someone sees you?” You ask, looking around the streets seeing if anyone else was present.

“I-its okay. It’ll be fine.” Peter responds, the two of you staring intensely at each other; trying to work out what to do and say next.

“I’m sorry.” The pain in his voice evident, making your chest clench.

“I just want to know...why?” You ask, eyeing the ground now as the conversation turned; Peter sighing and taking a deep breath ready to explain everything.

“That one night, the one where you got basically assaulted. It turned gears in my head. You were getting hurt because of me, if I hadn't been there at that time; what would he have done to you? God, I love you way too much to let me get you hurt. So I came up with the idea of letting you go, If I did people wouldn't go for you to get to me. I wish I could go back in time and take it all back but I'm actually glad that you've been living your dream out there.” Peter spews out, heart beating loud in his own ears as he awaited your response.

You stood there, dumbfounded. His reasoning made you sad, happy and angry all at the same time. But you understood, understood why he made the choice. Without a second thought, you step forward; wrapping your arms around his figure. Though shocked, the hero also wraps his arms around you tightly.

“It feels so good to have you back.” You whisper, squeezing his body, his suit material feeling funny against your skin.

“We should do this again sometime.” Peter suggests, snuggling into the crook of your neck; making a smile light your face.

“What? Stand out in the dark hugging?” You joke, giggling as you pull away but still being closer than beforehand; the man giving you a straight face before laughing a tad.

“I mean, hang out sometime.” He explains, eye rolling, making you smile even more.

“Hey, I have a show tomorrow. Why don't you come?” You ask with a smile, maybe there's something still there.

“Hmmm, I don't know. Swinging around and getting shot at every night seems more fun.” Peter jokes, earning a playful glare from you.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask emphasising the question more, feeling refreshed after this conversation.

“Of Course love” Peter answers, the nickname slipping off his tongue at ease but placing a rush of pink on his cheeks.

“I’ll see you Peter” Before reaching up and planting a kiss on his cheek; reddening his blush even more.

“I-uh. Y-yep. S-see you” His voice cracking from the embarrassment, pulling his mask back over his face and shooting a web up on the roof of a building; swinging away in the darkness.

A permanent smile graced your face the entire night, as you finally reach your home. You were so excited for tomorrow's concert, you wanted to make it the best you've ever done; because it was the last and because Peter would be there.

~

Throughout the show, your eyes wander to meet Peters, a smile forming on your lips as you see him dancing around to your music. Finishing off your second last song, you take a deep breath. You smile as the cheers die down; giving you time to speak.

“So for the last song for today!” You say, getting a bunch of disappointed ‘awws’ from the crowd; making your smile even harder.

“I know, I know” You laugh, looking around the stadium; bright phone lights shone as you look around the crowd.

“This is my last show for this tour, and I'm back in Queens for it.” You continue, heart filled with warmth.

“Before starting the final song, I want to dedicate it to someone special.” The screams getting louder as you laugh; your eyes trailing back to a smiling Peter.

“This song is close to my heart, it was my first ever song that I uploaded and it was something that has brought me here in front of you all.” You thought back to that day, spent crying over your pages and writing this song; the arena quiet as the attention was all on you.

“This song was inspired by someone, someone special who is actually here right now.” You stare up at Peter who stood up in the balcony seats.

“I’m so glad you're back in my life Peter. This one's for you.” You smile as the cheering came back, you take deep breaths as you ready yourself for the last song.

Peter couldn't wipe the smile off his face, he felt the passion exploding off the stadium walls. He is so proud of you, he knew this is your dream and you have achieved it. He swayed to the song, looking around at the crowd that is absorbed into your voice. Of Course, he heard this song when it first blew up and he knew he was the subject; the hurt he had caused you made him wince just thinking back to it. But also last night's conversation running through his head made him push all the bad memories from the past back and open a new page for the future memories he wants with you. The hero makes eye contact with you on the stage, the song coming to an end soon; the last verse coming up.

“I’m so proud of you” Peter mouths, as he sees your face light up.

Peter returns the bright smile, you've both come so far and he couldn't be any happier-

A loud bang came booming around the arena. Peters ears ringing as the room goes completely silent, everyone hearing a thud as a body fell. Screams and shouts left peoples lips as the crowd began pushing and bumping into everyone else who tried to escape the stadium. Snapping back to his senses, Peter rushed down from the balcony to the stage; pushing through the mass of people that surrounded you. Kneeling, he brings you up to lay on his lap; blood covering his clothes in an instant but he didn't care.

“P-please. I only just got you back” The hero begs, to any bigger being out there; he begs that it would be alright.

Looking down at the gunshot wound in the middle of your chest, he felt all different types of emotions. He completely forgot to check for the culprit but he knows that he would be getting revenge for this, but he’ll let the security and police do the work for now, he needed to be here, with you.

“I-I love you” You admit, you want him to hear the feelings you've had all this time has never changed.

“I love you too. Please don't.” Peter cries as he pulls you in tighter but careful not to move you that much to cause any pain.

You began continuing the rest of your song, skin paling and breath slowing down. “W-wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all-” Your voice chokes out, limbs softening as your breathing fades away.

Peter let out a loud sob, clutching at your lifeless body as he begs for you to just come back. The ache in his body unbearable as his cries and pleads bounce around the empty arena.

“Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all.

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well” Peter sings out, voice stumbling over words.

And although Peter had ended your last song, you had ended his heart on the spot.

[we-are-only-halfway-home93]

Come and Lay the Roses 2- The Price of Your Greed- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: Ivar and Aaline meet for the first time.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Ragnar, Lagertha

Warnings: Arranged marriage, language, violence, sex, and torture.

Word Count: 3634

Prologue Ch. 1

“Turn the pain into power”

~ “Superheroes”, The Script

Her heels clicked on the stone entryway as she was led into the house. There was a long staircase in front of her with burgundy carpet on mahogany stairs. It led up to an open landing with hallways branching off on each side.

On both sides of her there were high white archways that led into larger rooms. The one on her left held a long dining room table that was set for fourteen. The lights were off and she didn’t hear any sounds of cooking or smell anything so she didn’t think there was actually going to be dinner. On the right side was a sitting room with two leather couches and a coffee table. There was a stout bouquet of yellow roses on the table and an array of magazines fanned out for aesthetic purposes.

A fire burned in the fireplace. It was been purely for show because it was June. Aaline rolled her eyes and stopped in the middle of the foyer, waiting for her escort to bring down her betrothed. She rolled her eyes again and heaved a deep sigh.

Her heart was pounding and the blood was rushing in her ears. It didn’t matter how many times she told herself not to be nervous, she was. She couldn’t get rid of the overwhelming feeling of dread settling in her stomach.

Two days ago, her father had sent her the dossière he had on Ragnar Lothbrok and his sons. There were brief documents on each son, regardless of it was the one she was marrying. Each son possessed the piercing eyes of Ragnar Lothbrok and each son stood over six feet. She would be look minuscule next to her husband and she was considered tall for a woman.

The last document was the one that had her heart racing. Out of all Ragnar Lothbrok’s five sons only one was unmarried.

Björn was the oldest and in his forties. He had been married to his wife Torvi for nearly twenty years and they had four children together. Ubbe was second and he had married his wife Margrethe almost six years ago. Hvitserk was third and his wife was Thora. They were newly weds having been married for less than a year. Sigurd was the fourth son of Ragnar and he had been married to his wife Sibylle for three years.

Ivar Lothbrok was the youngest son of Ragnar at twenty-five. He was to be Aaline’s husband.

She took a shaky breath and pressed her hand to her chest.

They called him Ivar the Boneless because when he was a child he was diagnosed with DDH and it wasn’t treated until he was a toddler. He maintained a noticeable limp throughout his childhood until he started boxing. Then the name took on a new meaning.

The rumor mill was filled with stories of Ivar’s fighting skills. They said when he was in the ring he moved like the wind over water, fluid and full of grace. It looked like he was dancing with his opponent. He would bend and twist in a way that looked almost unnatural, ergo, Ivar the Boneless.

What made Aaline nervous was his reputation within the organization. It was well known that Ragnar essentially let his youngest son roam free. Ivar didn’t have restrictions so whenever he felt like he’d been wronged, someone would end up dead. Ivar was the kind of person to act first, ask questions later. He didn’t care why people did what they did, if it offended him or his family,  they were taken care of.

Aaline had a feeling their marriage had something to do with Ivar’s control issues.

She turned when she heard a sudden gaggle of voices coming towards her. Five beautiful women were making their way down the long staircase. Each one of them stood about as tall as Aaline and had their hair styled in intricate braids that flowed down their backs in complicated loops and whirls. They ranged in age. One woman appeared to be in her fifties or sixties while the rest looked no older than twenty-five or thirty. All five were striking.

Aaline plastered on her best smile and waited to greet them. The oldest woman approached her first. She raised her hand between them and smiled. “You must be Aaline. I’m Lagertha Lothbrok. I work for Ragnar.” Aaline nodded.

Lagertha was an imposing figure. She had been Ragnar’s first wife and ten years later she had risen in the ranks of her own chapter of The Northmen and now served as Ragnar’s right hand. She was second to only Ragnar’s brother Rollo.

The next woman who came up had long white blonde hair that was braided at her temples and tied together at the base of her head. “I’m Torvi, Björn’s wife. It’s nice to meet you.”

Each woman stepped up and shook Aaline’s hand in kind. Margrethe’s shake was a little limp and she seemed to be hesitant to greet Aaline. Thora was energetic and alight with hope when she introduced herself to Aaline. Sibylle was sweet and kissed her on each cheek when she introduced herself. Aaline was a little thrown but took it in stride and squeezed her hand when Sibylle pulled back.

Lagertha stepped forward almost immediately after introductions. “Aaline, why don’t you let us show you around the house. The men are… working. They’ll be down shortly.” Aaline narrowed her eyes but let the lie rest. With Ivar’s lack of control she figured his father and brother’s were working on getting him calm enough to interact with her. She thought about her own anger and betrayal at the announcement of her wedding and thought Ivar’s anger must’ve far outshined her own.

The house was lavish. Even calling it a house was an understatement. It had fourteen bedrooms, 7 of which were occupied by the family. Björn and Torvi had their own home a block up the street but a bedroom was reserved for them for special occasions. The rest of the brothers and their wives lived in the house with Ragnar. Lagertha had a room to herself though she rarely stayed there. She told Aaline that she had a penthouse apartment five minutes away and only used her bedroom here for long business nights.

Each family bedroom had a full bath and walk in closets. There were three and a half extra baths for guests if they had any. Lagertha told her that the only people outside of the family who stayed the night with them was Ragnar’s best friends Floki and Athelstan.

The upstairs portion of the house was reserved for living quarters. Bedrooms and bathrooms mostly. Downstairs was the entertainment and business side of the house. There were four offices that the family used. Ragnar claimed one for himself and the brother’s shared the other three. There were three full sized kitchens and two dining rooms. Aaline recalled the one in the front of the house and wondered where the other was.

Lagertha took her down another set of stairs, this one not as ornate as the main set, that led to the basement. This room was outfitted into a full functioning gym. There were multiple treadmills and various weight machines. There was a punching bag in the far corner and two flat screen TVs bolted to the walls. Speakers were hooked up to each corner at the ceiling. What really stole Aaline’s breath was the complete boxing ring set up in the middle of the gym.

When she was sixteen she began learning how to defend herself. She took classes on basic defense and how to incapacitate an attacker but it never felt good enough. Then she took a boxing class and a whole new world opened up for her. She signed up for one-on-one classes the next day and never went back.

She didn’t box for sport. She wasn’t really into violence as a form of entertainment but she loved the training. She loved the way it made her feel. There was power in her hands. Real strength and damage. No one would ever take advantage of her again. Boxing made her stronger.          

Lagertha must’ve noticed her captivation with the ring. She smiled and came up beside, hooking her arms over the ropes. “My son, Björn, got into boxing when he was younger. He eventually moved into kickboxing but the other boys enjoy boxing as well. Ivar’s the only one who ever competed.” Aaline moved her hands off the ropes and stepped back. She took a deep breath and took a glance around the room. “Is this it for the tour?”

Lagertha followed her lead and stepped back as well, shaking her head. “No, there’s a library upstairs towards the back of the house and a wine cellar beneath the swimming pool.” Aaline’s eyebrows shot up and Lagertha laughed. “It’s hard to believe but Ragnar has an appreciation for wine. I think Aslaug was the one who introduced it to him and he never looked back. He even has his own vineyard. It does very well.”

Lagertha held her arm out towards the stairs, ending their perusal of the gym. Somewhere along the way, the other women had returned to the front room where they had first met Aaline. They all looked slightly nervous and Aaline quickly figured out it had something to do with the group of men standing at the top of the stairs.

She took a deep breath and watched as they came down the stairs. She had a good idea of who was who based on which wife they went to. Björn greeted Torvi before making his way to Aaline. He extended his hand and she took it. The ends of his fingers nearly met his thumb, he was so much larger than her. She smiled tightly and nodded at him. He dropped her hand.

“Aaline. My name is Björn Lothbrok. You’ve met my wife, Torvi. Ragnar regrets that he couldn’t be here tonight but…” Björn looked over at his mother and nodded. Lagertha brushed her hand down Aaline’s arm as she passed and then she was gone, leaving Aaline alone with the sons of Ragnar and their wives. “But there was some unexpected business that came up and could not be ignored so we told him we would be more than happy to get you settled.”

Björn turned to the side to sweep his arm out to the group standing to his left. “You’ve already had the pleasure of meeting our lovely wives. I am Björn.” He walked her over to the rest of the group and they collectively began to walk towards the back of the house. Aaline had a feeling that her betrothed refused come down to greet her so they were bringing her to him. She was instantly on edge due to this uneven footing they’d unintentionally placed her on.

“Each of us has a specific position within Ragnar’s house. Ultimately, we work for The Northmen organization but Ragnar does have his own business ventures connected to The Northmen. He has a vineyard, a winery, a few restaurants across the country, he owns several docks in the state for shipping purposes both foreign and domestic. He is a board member of several other companies and has holdings all across the country. ” He glanced down at her as they made their way passed the library. “I am in charge of trade both foreign and domestic.”

He looked back to the others and nodded at each one as he introduced them. “This is Ubbe. He has a Master’s Degree in Accounting and is in charge of the finances for the organization.” Ubbe smiled at her when she looked at him. He had his hand resting on the small of Margrethe’s back as they walked.

“Hvitserk handles the legal issues. He was always interested in the legal system so Ragnar put him in charge of all the legal issues of our chapter of the organization after he got a law degree.” Hvitserk gave her a respectful nod when she looked back at him. He was holding Thora’s hand and she was whispering in his ear. He smiled at his wife and brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss against her knuckles.

Aaline felt a pang in her chest knowing that kind of love would never exist between her and Ivar. With his reputation and her walls, they would be lucky if there was even friendship between them. They were both difficult and hard to know. If he was as reticent as her, they would struggle to find peace as a couple.

She brought her attention back to Björn as he introduced the next brother. “Sigurd is in charge of public relations. He deals mostly with Ragnar’s more...reputable businesses. He typically organizes social functions and makes any announcements regarding the business.” Sigurd had his arm wrapped around Sibylle’s waist and smiled tersely. Sibylle noticed and placed a hand on Sigurd’s shoulder.

Aaline nodded at Björn when he stopped them at the double doors of whatever room Ivar was hiding in. She made to open the door when Björn placed a hand on her shoulder. The look she gave him was sharp and he removed his hand. He jerked his head to the door. “I’ll go in first. Ivar is...difficult.” She quirked an eyebrow. “Difficult is an understatement.” She said. Björn tilted his head to the side and looked almost amused. “To say the least. Anyway,” He glanced at his brothers. Hvitserk nodded and released Thora.

“We’ll go in first.” Björn gestured forward and Hvitserk led Ubbe and Sigurd into the room. She instantly heard muted voices behind the door. Björn gave her a tight smile before glancing at his wife. Torvi nodded once and he took a deep breath before heading into the room. The voices increased in volume but Aaline still couldn’t make out what they were saying. Torvi stood on her right side and Sibylle stood to her left. She felt hands on her arms and she shook them off. She didn’t care if she hurt their feelings. She needed to walk in without support, showing Ivar that she wasn’t afraid.

The door opened and Hvitserk nodded at her. She turned her head to face Torvi. “If you don’t mind. I’d rather walk in alone.” Torvi glanced at Hvitserk and hesitated. Aaline ignored her and turned to the door, striding in with a confidence she didn’t feel.

Ivar was arguing with Sigurd, whispering harshly, gesturing with his hands. Sigurd looked smug as he listened to him rant. Björn was standing in front of the fireplace, watching it’s flames dance. He had an empty glass in his hands. Aaline felt Hvitserk brush passed her, his hand on her shoulder. He stopped just in front of her and cleared his throat.

All three of them turned to face Hvitserk and Ivar. Ivar sneered at them and shuffled over to the bar cart, pouring himself a drink. Björn turned and tensed, glancing from Ivar to Aaline. Sigurd cleared his throat and looked at Aaline. She didn’t like what she saw in his eyes but she let him continue.

“Ivar, I’d like you to meet Aaline Jensen, your fiance.” Ivar and Aaline both tensed. Aaline watched Ivar’s back as he took several deep breaths. His shoulders rose and fell rapidly several times as he tried to gain control of himself.

Aaline felt her nails digging into the palms of her hands. It was a sharp pain that distracted her from the pounding of her heart in her ears. She could feel a tingling sensation in her limbs and her hands were cold. She held her head high and waited.

Ivar whirled around and glared at her. His eyes were piercing and she felt it to her bones. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and swaggered towards her. She forced herself to stand tall and still. Movement would be a sign of intimidation. He stopped in front of her, only a few inches separating them. He trailed his eyes over her, making sure to go slow. She felt heat rise to her cheek and her fists clenched even harder.

He brought them back up to her face and grinned. It was malicious and dark, filled with hatred and resentment. He took a drink and swallowed before smacking his teeth and smirking. “At least you’re pretty.” He sniffed and met her eyes.

Her face was flushed and he knew that part of it was because of his blatant perusal of her figure earlier. He wasn’t wrong in his statement. She was pretty. In all honesty, pretty was an understatement. She was breathtaking. Her eyes were hard and yet betrayed her emotions. They were swimming with apprehension and fear but she was standing tall in front of him. Her chin was held high and her shoulders were pushed back and she met his eyes without flinching. Grown men had trouble doing that. She was tall and he could see the physical strength in her limbs. She took care of herself which he admired. Her hair shined in the dim lighting and she had it pulled back away from her face. A few strands framed her face elegantly. The shadows from the fire made her face look angular and thin. The flames glimmered in her eyes and they shined with pride.  

His laugh was mirthless as he drained his drink. He set it on the edge of Ragnar’s desk and met her eyes. Aaline took her own time to trail her eyes over his figure. He was tall like the rest of his brothers but she could see how he hunched over slightly and shifted his weight from side to side. She knew it was most likely due to his physical ailments but power radiated off of him like  heat from a furnace. His hair was shaved close on the sides and combed back away from his face. It was long in the back so he tied it in a knot at the base of his head.

He was pleasant to look at, she had to give him that. It was probably one of his only redeeming qualities.

She took a deep breath and met his eyes, refusing to be the first to speak.

Ivar clicked his tongue and gave her a crooked grin. It was not meant to be reassuring. He raised his hand and stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek. He was surprisingly gentle as he did it. He trailed his hand down her cheek and then her arm, leaving goosebumps as he went. He never broke eye contact with her and leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over her face. She could smell the whiskey on his breath when he spoke.

“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.” He gripped her wrist suddenly and it was just tight enough to feel threatening. Her fight or flight instincts kicking in, Aaline reached for the letter opener she saw on the desk and pressed the point underneath Ivar’s jaw. His eyes never widened and his touch never loosened but his mouth fell open and his grin widened.

She could taste the tension in the room it was so thick. All of the other brothers were on their toes, waiting for Ivar to react. In the corner of her eye, Aaline could see the women huddled at the door, nervous. She held Ivar’s eyes and waited.

He tilted his head down just enough so that she knew he acknowledged her threat. She felt the tip of the letter opener punch through the soft skin underneath his jaw and he smirked. She narrowed her eyes and pressed harder, getting his attention.

“If you touch me again, without my permission, I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you. Do you understand?” She watched his throat bob as he swallowed. She could see his eyes narrow and scan her face to see if she was serious. She pressed deeper into his skin and he twitched. She felt a keen sense of victory but kept her face blank. “Do you understand?” She asked again. She was going to make him say it.

His smile was slow as it crept across his face. He released her wrist and held his hands up placatingly. She didn’t remove her weapon from his person and his smile fell. She was going to make him say it. He couldn’t help the approval that welled up in his chest at her actions. At least he wasn’t marrying a coward or a weakling. She knew how to defend herself and wasn’t afraid to put him in his place. He hated to admit it but he was impressed.

“I understand, Ms. Jensen.” She swallowed thickly at his formal address but dropped the letter opener back on the desk. She looked him up and down, a little stunned that he’d answered her. He was smart, she knew that, but clearly he was also confident enough to not be too annoyed that a woman had just threatened his manhood. She didn’t like the feeling that came over her then. It was too good.

She glanced at Björn and he gave her a tense nod. She looked once more at Ivar before turning towards the doors. Torvi smiled at her nervously. She stopped when she heard his voice again. “I stand by my earlier statement, love. We’re going to have fun together.” She took a deep breath through her nose to try to settle her racing heart but gave up and walked back to Torvi’s frantic presence.

Somewhere deep inside she felt that Ivar Lothbrok was onto something.

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Unexpected: Part 23

The Unknown Chapter Index.

Unexpected Chapter Index

Morgan was the last to wake up, she stired in the bed while sighing. It was cold outside, nearing the end of the fall, it was one of those days to stay in bed covered in blankets and an occasional cup of hot cocoa.

She was about to do that, until responsibility hit her and she had to force herself out of bed.

The other side of the bed was empty. And when she put on her shoes she heard the door in the front opening and closing.

She walked out the bedroom and saw Eric taking his coffee from the tray and sitting down in the chair, the tray full of breakfast waiting for Morgan in front of another empty chair.

Morgan decided in that moment to say fuck it to everything, and let Eric take care of her and decide.

She walked out, looking at the tray and finding the dreamt of cup of hot cocoa. She smiled fully and took it, sitting down next to Eric.

He glanced at her and continued to read the report on his table.

“Hello to you too, or did we sleep together?” Morgan said.

“Technically” he replied and left the coffee on the table “Morgan ab-”

“No” she interrupted “don’t say anything, don’t apologize. Yes I think it was uncalled for that you went to erudite and to speak with the fucking devil. But I don’t care” she shrugged her shoulder “I really don’t. I just want to be calm. And to be calm, I need to stop doing what I usually do, which is over think shit. So, I’ll do what you ask of me, and what you think it’s best. If you don’t want me to work I won’t work, if you want me to not go to Erudite anymore I won’t”

She finished, taking the cup again and looking at Eric, waiting for an answer. He just let his shoulders down and sighed. He left his cup and leaned in to place his hand over Morgan’s stomach, drawing her close and hiding his face on her neck.

“I’m trying to take care of you two, OK?” He said.

“I know. And I know sometimes I can be a pain in the ass as well”

“And the little times when you are a pain, you are right about what you complain about” he said looking at her “I don’t want to restrict you. But I want you safe too, and believe me, the things that she says to you are bound to start getting to you, whether you like it or not. They always get to you”

Morgan looked at Eric in the eyes. Christine had spoken some words to Eric, and she thought that the whole performance thing came from a long time ago. Maybe Eric was trying to convince himself that he didn’t have to be perfect, but every time Christine came into picture, she shattered everything.

“I’ll let you sugar coat me these next seven months, but I swear to god if she talks shit about you again in my presence she’s done for”

Eric smiled, making Morgan lean in and kiss his lips slowly.

Eric’s hands moved from her stomach to her thighs and turned again to finish his coffee. Morgan did the same with her gigantic breakfast.

“What did you do last night?” He asked casually. Morgan chuckled while sipping her cocoa.

“I beat ass in Doubt, Johan cooked me a steak because I missed dinner, and I got to hang out with Creed’s girlfriend”

Eric hummed in acknowledgment.

“And how is she?”

“Creed is a boob person I realized, and she’s actually pretty cool, she tells embarrassing stories about him. I laughed until my stomach hurt last night.”

“I’m glad” he said. Morgan looked at him and smiled, leaning in to place her chin in his shoulder.

“It’s getting cold, can I stay in bed all day?”

“No, but we can come up and take a nap when we finish lunch” he said turning his head to her, Morgan smiled and nodded “for now I need you to pick me some more leaders, one to take care of the meetings with Erudite, and after that I need stuff sorted for the choosing ceremony next week”

“You got it” Morgan said and stood up from her seat. “I’m taking a shower and we can head to work OK?”

She turned and walked towards the bedroom. Eric swept down the rest of the tray and placed the uneaten stuff in the fridge, maybe Morgan could eat it when she was feeling like eating a snack.

“I actually like the winter, and I think it’s great to wear baggy clothes that conceal stuff” Morgan said exiting the bedroom, pulling down a sweat shirt over her long sleeved one.

“Conceal stuff?”

“Well yeah. No one can know about the baby until next month, and I’m sorry to break this down to you, but my flat stomach is gone after the next week”

Eric smiled, Morgan walked to him and waited for Eric to open the door to head out to work.

“I was actually thinking I should go to Erudite and pick up some parenting and pre natal books, but now I don’t thinks so. People could see me”

“Why don’t you ask Anne for some, I bet she has something, or she can retrieve them for you from the Erudite library” Eric said holding her hand and walking down the hallway towards Eric’s office.

“You’re right, she could do that” Morgan said in realization, letting a smile escape her as they came to the hall where they had to split up. Eric turned to her and kissed her lips slowly.

“We’re OK right?” He said. Morgan frowned and smiled.

“Of course we’re OK” she leaned in to peck his lips again “busy day today, I better get to it. I’ll see you after lunch” Morgan surrounded him and began walking down the hall, Eric watched her go until she turned to another hallway and disappeared.

Morgan figured she would start with a list of possible candidates by looking at the files of previous years initiations, she busied herself with that and once she had a good list of 7 or so names she set out to look for said people.

She knew she would need one person to cover for her in Erudite, one more person to oversee the fence border, and one more person to start learning the basics of the rounds she did at dauntless, making sure she already had a backup for when either she felt sick or when she got big enough to not be able to work as much.

While looking for the people in her list she pondered at what would be the work outs she could do, knowing that sooner or later she would start to pull weight. She straight up hated yoga, it was all calmed and peaceful, and knowing her the only kind of workout she knew was in combat. Maybe she got a little bit carried away by all of those things, by the time she came back to reality it was already lunch time. She hadn’t eaten and hadn’t succeeded to find the people on her list.

In fact she was walking the opposite direction the whole time.

Morgan frowned at her own obliviousness and headed to the dinning room, it was filled with dauntless already, and she wasn’t feeling like making the line to eat, but she needed to anyway. It wasn’t about what she wanted to do anymore, it was what she had to do.

“Hey Morgan” she was saluted from her left, she turned and smiled at Bobby.

“Hey Bobby” she looked behind her at Creed “and her faithful peasant who sucks at Doubt”

“First of all fuck you, I won most rounds, second of all, I’m still mad about last night so don’t talk to me” he responded monotone.

“He gets grumpy when it’s cold” Bobby whispered at her.

“Why?” Morgan’s turn finally came, she scanned for items to eat, getting meat for protein, some salads, and a delicious chocolate brownie.

“He has some scars and broken bones that hurt when the temperature changes” she explained.

“I’ve never heard of such pain.” She replied.

“I already got you your lunch” Morgan recognized Eric’s voice from behind her. She turned and frowned at him.

“Why?”

“For you to not make the line”

“Fine then, but I’m taking the brownie” Morgan said taking the plate with the brownie and moving backwards to get out of the line. She smiled at Eric knowing that he probably didn’t like her eating that, but she could call it a craving and still win.

“Sorry guys” she apologized to both Bobby and Creed, hoping that she could’ve eaten with them “I’ll get you something for that pain Creed” she promised as Eric held her by the waist and led her away from them.

Morgan looked at him and smiled.

“You’re such a gentleman” she said while kissing Eric’s jaw. Eric smiled down at her and led her towards the table.

One they were seated and Morgan began to eat her lunch, Eric leaned in to whisper in her ear

“I already got you some books”

Morgan smiled widely at him and pecked his lips

“I love you” she said snuggling closer to him, Eric’s hand coming around her waist and landing on her stomach.

“Did you get anything done?”

“I have a list, I guess I can pull it together tomorrow. Now I’m just thinking too much about everything and I get distracted”

“If you wanted I can take care of that”

“No, thank you” she said as she continued with her lunch. Eric continued to watch her, her eyes scanning the food, her lips twitching in content, her cheeks flushing pink as she eyed him from the corner of her eye.

“Stop” she said, Eric smiled at her and leaned to kiss her cheek, then her neck

“Can I not look at my beautiful wife?”

Morgan smiled down at her lap as her cheeks redenned. Her neck unprotected for Eric to bite it softly, he didn’t intend to leave a mark, knowing that Morgan didn’t like the aftermath of the burn and itching at all times.

“Finish that so we can head up” he said letting her finish her meal.

“I’m already half passed out, trying really hard to keep my eyes open”

“Did you not sleep well last night?”

“I did, I just went to bed late and woke up early today. I didn’t get much of it”

“That’s a habit you’re gonna have to start changing”

“Yeah” she sighed as she finished “I know. Whatever, I’m done” she said pushing the tray away from her and standing up.

Eric stood up after her and both of them walked out the dinning room hand in hand.

“Can’t you carry me up?” Eric didn’t say anything and swooped Morgan off her feet “no I meant like on your back”

She tried to shimmy out of his grasps

“It’s easier like this” he fought back.

“I want piggy back though” she complained.

He put her back down in the floor and walk a few steps ahead, stopping and lowering himself to catch Morgan when she jumped on his back.

“I swear to god if we crush the baby….” he muttered low enough for her to hear him when she was holding herself against his chest, Eric’s arm hooked below her knees and carrying her this way

“It’s the size of a fucking pea can you relax?” She said, placing a kiss on his neck afterwards “you’ll work out like this, you kind of need it”

“Are you calling me fat?”

Morgan chuckled and kissed Eric in the neck again.

He climbed up the set of stairs with Morgan on his back, never once complaining. When they got to the apartment he headed for the bedroom and left Morgan in the bed carefully

“Thank you” she said talking the covers and covering herself, Eric laid next to her but didn’t slip under the covers.

Morgan’s scooted closer and held Eric by the neck with one of her arms, Eric held her back by the waist, his hand coming up and down her back soothingly

“You get the husband of the year award” she muttered against his lips, then leaned in to peck them “I love you so much” she closed her eyes and sighed tired.

“I love you too” he said, closing his eyes as he rubbed Morgan’s back

“Two or too?” She asked, Eric chuckled and turned his head to kiss her cheek

“Two and too” he replied “I’ll wait for you to fall asleep then head out to finish some things”

“Can you leave me your watch so I can set the alarm on it?” She asked still with her eyes closed.

Eric hummed in reply and unhooked the watch from him wrist, he set it and slid it into Morgan’s wrist.

“Now rest baby” he said and kissed her cheek again, rubbing her back and listening to her breathing turn more and more rhythmicall with every passing second.