#predictive shop search

[hearts4hughes]

helloooo can u write about drew having a crush on reader? like she’s a singer and when he’s asked about his celebrity crush during press (like obx 4 or queer press) and he mentions her and she gets in touch with him? pls pls pls super cute and fluffy!

“okay, last question,” the interviewer grins, leaning forward. “celebrity crush. go.”

madelyn answers first. she says something sweet and predictable. chase says rihanna, because of course he does. rudy blushes too hard when he answers his girlfriend’s name. then, they all turn to drew and he freezes.

his mouth twitches because he knows he should lie. he should say someone safe, someone he hasn’t been thinking about for months. but then he shrugs, half a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “uh… probably y/n.”

the room reacts. madelyn lets out a dramatic gasp. the host lights up. chase whistles under his breath. “wait wait wait, the singer?” the interviewer asks.

drew laughs, ears turning pink. “yeah,” his face is burning now. “she’s cool, talented, and her voice is insane.”

“you’re obsessed with her,” madelyn adds, elbowing him.

“i’m not,” he says, grinning despite himself.

“you listened to her album for three days straight,” chase says.

drew shrugs again and looks right at the camera. “god forbid a guy likes good music.”

~

you find out two days later. you’re half asleep on your couch, scrolling lazily through your mentions when the clip pops up. someone’s tagged you. then a hundred someones. then your group chat explodes.

girl you HAVE to respond. look at his face when he says your name.

he’s SO cute oh my god.

you’ve won at life. i’m jealous.

you watch it three times. then again, just to be sure you’re not imagining the way he shifts in his seat after saying your name. the little smile and the way his voice goes quiet. you hesitate for half a second. then open instagram and search his name. he follows you and has liked every single one of your posts.

you grin, finger hovering over his dm’s before finally typing. your face is hot and your skin is tingling.

yourusername: so you listened to my album three days straight huh?

he responds so fast it’s actually kind of adorable.

drewstarkey: busted.

drew starkey: i was gonna play it cool, but i can’t when it comes to you

you end up talking all night. you talk about music, life, mutual friends, inside jokes that shouldn’t form that fast but do anyway. by the end of the week, he’s flying back to LA. by the next one, you’ve agreed to meet.

~

you’re nervous. you’re never nervous. not before a performance, not during a livestream, not even when your face is on a times square billboard. but when you spot him in the corner of that little coffee shop—hat pulled low, hoodie loose, scrolling his phone—you feel it all at once.

he looks up, smiles, and stands way too fast. “hey,” he says, almost shy. “you came.”

you smirk. “i mean, i had to. wouldn’t want to leave my biggest fan hanging.”

he laughs, cheeks pink. you can’t stop smiling. and when he opens the door for you like it’s second nature, orders the drink you mentioned in your last text, touches your hand for a second too long when he gives it to you, you already know this isn’t going to be just a one-time thing.

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[dear-ao3]

good evening my friends romans and fellow countrymen, i come to you with yet another tale.

so as you may or may not know i live with my best friend, tumblr mutual and fellow mod katya. and tonight we have found ourselves in a situation.

so today was friday. after a harrowing day at work katya and i had an eventful day of errands planned because we are normal people who have to spend money to survive. and also katya is going on a trip this weekend and needed some things. one of those things happened to be shorts.

let me be incredibly clear: there is nothing special about these shorts. but there is also a lot special about these shorts.

the shorts themselves came from marshalls. if you don’t know what marshall’s is, it’s one of those stores that sells weird brands you’ve never heard of but also brand name stuff that is overstock from brand name stores that they sell them at a reduced rate. these shorts were from one of the weird no name brands. and came in a two pack. one pair was gray and one was purple. both pairs were marked as a small but the purple ones were definitely a medium mismarked as a small. and they were, again, nothing special. just a pair of really soft sweat shorts. fleece insides. drawstring.

we did go look for another pair of them, but there were no other ones in that size. we also tried to look online but the marshalls shop interface sucks and yielded us absolutely zero results for each or the 10 keyword combinations we tried. and. on top of that. when we asked a worker they said they didn’t know if they had any more and also couldn’t be bothered to check.

regardless. we purchased the shorts. well. i purchased the shorts. for a grand total of 16.99. and we decided that katya would take the gray ones and i would take the purple ones.

upon returning to our apartment we decided to wash the shorts along with a fluffy throw blanket that katya also needed to purchase for his travels.

and so, around 5:30pm on friday june 6, which also happened to be national doughnut day even though that has nothing to do with the story, katya and i put the two pairs of shorts and the blanket into one of the washing machines in our apartment laundry room.

and then promptly forgot that it existed for a few hours.

admittedly, we were dealing with other things. but i will be the first to say that we did forget about the laundry for roughly 4.5 hours.

when i did finally remember the laundry, at 9:10pm, i went down to go retrieve it from the washing machine to find the most peculiar thing.

all of the lights were off for some reason. this has never happened before.

all of the washers were open. this has also never happened before.

the washer that i had used was open and inside was the blanket, and one pair of purple shorts. the gray ones were nowhere in sight.

sorry, let me just hit you with that again:

someone stole a pair of brand new gray sweatshorts, sopping fucking wet, out of a washing machine. seemingly just for the love of the game.

and this, my friends and romans, was not a game that i respected in the slightest.

because remember, katya needed these shorts for his trip. that he leaves on in two days. and someone had stolen them. straight out of the washer.

why take the shorts and leave the objectively much nicer throw blanket, now i have absolutely no idea, but i am also not a laundry room shorts thief.

so i throughly searched the laundry room to no avail, took my remaining shorts and the blanket and marched upstairs and said to katya: “so we have a situation”

which was how we found ourselves in a target, ten minutes before it closed, being serenaded by bryan adams’s summer of 69, while hunting for a replacement pair of gray sweatshorts. we did find some, but they were nary as nice as the marshalls no name shorts, which both of us, predictably, had become rather attached to after our traumatic experience.

and then, to top it off, we nearly t boned someone at an intersection while leaving the target, because some loser in a white toyota camry decided to run a red light while we had a green arrow. and then also had the audacity to yell at us and flip us off. all while we were listening to celtic symphony by the wolfe tones.

i almost died while listening to some guys chant ooh ah up the rah all because of a pair of no name marshall’s sweatshorts that some loser decided to steal out of the washer.

[freshpeachpulp]

handle it | unravel

Ellie Williams x wife!reader / 2.3k words / smut, use of restraints, some unserious moments.

You and your wife have had a dry spell of sorts and you believe it’s time to switch things up!

oh friends it’s been so long, i hope there’s still sub!Ellie enthusiasts out there. this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot moment lmao! i hope u enjoy :) btw i have a prequel to this hidden in my google docs somewhere if anyone is interested

You peek over your shoulder and dim your screen before typing on the keyboard. You don’t even know why you did that, you’re literally sitting on the floor against a wall and it’s midnight. Ellie’s fast asleep in the bedroom, or maybe she’s watching tv, you’re not sure. You’ve been in your office all evening, finishing up a project due for work.

You open up a new tab and type in the website. Www.yvesapple.com pops up on your screen. You see, your sex life with Ellie has gotten a little… monotonous. There’s still passion, and you both orgasm, but it’s predictable and doesn’t happen as much. You’re both happy, you know she loves you, but you’re dying to switch it up. Your married friends warned that the bed can get a little dry over time, and that trying new things is a must. You’re both so busy with work and life’s responsibilities, you don’t have the time to get tipsy and fuck in every room of the house like you once used to.

So here you are, on a website searching for something new. In the shop tab you click ‘all’ and scroll through. You don’t know what you’re looking for, something, anything. You scroll past the ball gags and bdsm gear, that’s not something you’re ready for at the moment. You’ve always been a bit vanilla so they kinda scare you a little. You keep scrolling past straps and dildos —you and Ellie already have a good selection.

You scroll but stop when you see a lingerie set. It’s a long silk sash tied intricately around the model's body. As you scroll through the pictures available you notice there’s many variations, an almost endless amount of ways to tie it over your body. The set comes with a matching restraint and a blindfold. It’s been a while since you’ve dressed up for Ellie, the most being your business attire and makeup you wear to work, this could be fun. You quickly order it and close the tab before heading to bed, too giddy to finish your project tonight.

—-

A week later you're at work when you get a notification that your package has arrived. You’re thankful that Ellie works late spearheading a construction project today, you can surprise her. You race home after work and shower, and begin wrapping the silk around your slick, oiled body. Across your chest like a bandeau, crossed over your belly, around your back and bring the rest over your crotch and you tie it in a little bow at your hips. There’s extra silk that you tie under your ass to bunch up the fat.

It took you a while to adjust but you’re pretty impressed with the way the red silk intricately accents your body. You look irresistible. You leave the restraint on the bed and throw on your usual unsexy robe and wait for Ellie to come home.

Her truck rolls into the driveway about an hour later, though it feels like eternity. She steps out and slams her door, disgruntled. You’ve noticed it’s become more common for her to be irritated after work, she’s in need of a good release too.

You hear the front door open and call her name with the cadence you use when you need her help with something. “Ell-ieeeee!”

“What?” she barks, her voice is piercing and you know she’s upset but you can’t help but feel turned on.

“There’s something wrong with the closet door babe, I need you to take a look at it,” you tell her, and you watch as she grunts something to herself while kicking off her work boots. She begins undoing the buttons of her plaid shirt and follows you to the bedroom. You gesture at the closet and move behind her as she observes it.

“There’s literally nothing wrong,” she says, exasperated. “Look. I literally just got home from wor— Oh…“

She turns around in time to watch the robe slip off your body. Her jaw slacks before she licks her lips, the agitation on her face morphing into excitement. You shimmy before twirling around and bending over so she can see how the sash barely contains your round ass and swollen pussy.

“Ooh freaky girl,” she teases and it makes you flush. She walks behind you and grabs your ass, observing the silk ties wrapping around them. Her hands are calloused and rough, a sharp contrast from your soft, warm skin. She squeezes and you can feel your pussy pulsate.

“Aht! No touching baby,” you tease, playfully swatting her hand away. It takes all of your willpower to break the contact. You guide her to the bed and she notices the restraint.

“Can I try that on you Ellie? Do you want it?”

“Yeah I do,” she says. She grabs your chin and pushes your head up so she can kiss you from behind. She grabs your neck and grinds into your ass, and you can feel the world melting around you. You two haven’t kissed this passionately in months, and you feel dizzy thinking about all the things you want to do with her tonight.

Ellie pulls away from the kiss leaving you wanting more, and she knows it. She thrusts her hips into your ass, it catches you off guard and you fall over the bed.

“So. You gonna take the lead tonight, cupcake? Or do you need me to handle it?” You look over your shoulder and she’s so smug, she gently smacks your ass and watches the fat jiggle. You could explode from the tension in your belly and the pressure in your pussy. All of you wants to surrender and let her tie your ankles to your wrists and fuck you slowly with her thick veiny strap. But you had a plan for how you wanted the night to go.

“Let me,” you manage to muster, crawling across the bed. “Come,” you say, grabbing the restraints and pointing to the front of the bed.

Ellie strips of her work jeans and shirt, leaving her in boxers and a wife pleaser. She then sits on the bed and rests her back against the headboard. You seductively crawl towards her, maintaining eye contact the whole time and make a show of mounting her hips, swaying your hair and poking your chest in her face.

Ellie smirks, eyeing your body with reverence and anticipation. She holds her hands out to you and you pin them above her head and begin tying them to the headboard behind her. You’re thankful it’s open-framed, so you can tie her to it like a post, but it’s more awkward to tie her than you thought. You're awkwardly hovering over her, trying to remember just how that knot was supposed to go.

“Need a hand babe?” Ellie laughs to herself, pleased with her pun. She stays completely still for you, content to watch you struggle with the tie, and your cleavage is in her face. Who is she to complain?

She begins pressing open mouthed kisses on your breasts, sucking on the cleavage that’s showing, paralyzing you with pleasure. You’ve managed to tie her hands but you can’t pull away from her mouth just yet. In one swift motion Ellie bites the red silky fabric and yanks it down with her teeth, your breasts springing free in front of her face. You shriek when she quickly takes a nipple into her mouth, too pilant and needy to pull away when she hums and sucks on it. The sash unravels around your body, the same way her mouth is unraveling you. Ellie then pulls away and looks you deep in your eyes, leaving you exposed and burning to the touch.

“I thought you were supposed to be taking the lead tonight?” she mocks, licking her lips. “You know you want more. C’mere baby,” she says, all smooth and low. She knows just how to lure you in like a siren’s call. You almost fall for it, but you regain your composure.

“You love this mouth baby, imagine if my hands were untied. Let me go and I’ll—mumph!”

You turn around and shove your pussy in her face, “I’ll give your mouth something to do!” you grunt, grinding your pussy along her face. Her muffled moans vibrate against your swollen lips, shooting euphoria through your veins.

Ellie, defiant as ever, is determined to get the upper hand. She sucks and licks with hunger and ferverency. She knows what makes you feel good, what makes you fall apart.

You become so lost in the pleasure, reality loosening around you that you jump when she bites your clit. You jolt forward on the bed, body trembling and shiny from sweat. She didn’t bite you hard —she’d never hurt you, just enough to sting for a moment. Ellie chuckles behind you, satisfied with your reaction.

“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” you vow, looking her dead in the eyes.

Ellie licks her messy, wet lips and smirks, she wants to push you to the limit, see just how many buttons she can press, “I look forward to it,” she replies.

That’s how she ends up like this.

“Nnghh” she huffs and writhes, pursing her lips and glaring at you, defiant as ever. Her wife-pleaser has been ripped from her body, and her boxers are long gone, a dusty pink blush covering her from her cheeks to her chest. Her arm muscles are bulging, and her abs are tense. Her body is slick with sweat, you watch as a drop of sweat falls down her breast and over her nipple. They’re so pert and puffy as if they’re bursting with milk.

You’ve been at it for almost an hour now, finding all the ways to drive her body crazy then pull away before she can orgasm. First, you ripped her clothes off and kissed her down from her neck to her thighs, reveling in the way her skin grew hotter to the touch with each kiss. You reached her swollen pussy and opened her lips to flick her heavy clit. She moaned, deep and guttural, growing wetter with each flick of your tongue. You pulled away and kissed her lips, making her taste herself while you dipped your fingers inside to massage her hungry pussy.

You held a vibrator to her clit, watching her writhe as she neared her peak before stopping and using it on yourself in front of her. Made her watch helplessly as you spread your legs and pressed it to your swollen clit, your face contorting while you grabbed your breast to massage it. You watched her eyes grow dark out of jealousy. It should be her making you cum.

It’s sadistic how much you’re enjoying this power over her. Ellie’s enjoying it too, she knows the safeword, she just doesn’t want to use it. You place your face close to hers and she grunts, pursing her lips trying so hard to stay tough.

Her pussy is so wet and throbbing, needy and commanding attention, it’s irresistible not to touch. You dip two fingers inside her pussy and flick them around, fast and sloppy. Droplets of her juices spurt from her with every thrust. “Let me come,” she groans, deep and guttural, her wrists red from straining against the ties. Her body is ready to release and then you pull away, and she looks as if she’s about to cry.

She’s in such a compromised position, disheveled and sweaty and pilant, and you know just how you want to finish things. You push a girthy dildo in her tight pussy. “Augh!” Ellie moans as her muscles pulse and throb around the phallus. She’s paralyzed with need. She’s desperate like she’s about to explode and all she has to do is ask nicely.

“Please baby,” she begs, throwing her head back and something inside you breaks. You hover over her again and she’s unrecognizable, she’s so submissive and docile and completely at your mercy. Her eyes lock with yours and they’re pleading. You reach for the hilt of the dildo and begin to pump it, obscenely loud squelching fills the room and her breath begins to hitch.

“Oohhhh baby don’t stop,” she moans while you press kisses against her sticky, flushed neck. Her arms strain against the silk and you stop to untie them. She gasps from relief and grabs your head and your shoulder, pulling your body flush against hers. She’s gone now, her eyes are glazed and words aren’t coming to her, all she wants is for you to get her there. She whines as you resume pumping the dildo into her, wrapping her legs around your waist and gripping your hair to try to pull you close.

Your arm is burning and you feel grateful for Ellie’s strong arms and fingers that have pumped you for hours on end. You push through the discomfort for her and you’re rewarded by a gush of thick liquid that lands on your forearm.

“Holy shit baby!” you exclaim, licking it off.

“Mmmmm,” Ellie moans, completely fucked out. You clean her up and curl into bed beside her.

—-

“Call off from work,” Ellie says. You’re awakened by her voice and greeted with the morning sun peeking through your window. “Im gonna make you pay for what you did,” she declares.

That’s how you end up with your ankles tied to your wrists while Ellie reminds you who’s the boss.

thank you all for reading this far i hope u enjoyed :)

[graylinesspam]

The 501st were silent.

An unearving, hollow kind of silent.

It had been one month since Commander Tano's trial. And they'd finally returned to Coruscant.

They hadnt stayed on the ship as some vod had predicted. Neither were they filling the corners of 79s drinking their feelings away.

They'd all calmly filed into the baracks as the gunships landed. But once those doors had closed behind them. It was only silence.

They'd slept hard. Hard enough to look run over when theyd emerged the next morning. They filtered through the cori-mess hall. Ate their breakfast and donned their armor.

Then they left out into the streets. Organized units slread out across the planet marching with purpose.

The population of Coruscant was enough to swallow the entire legion. The mass of blue armror trickling through the veins of the planet like deoxagenated blood cells.

Thats sort of what they looked like. Like the air had been let out of them.

They swept across the levels. Filling train cars and airlifts. Walking down streets and back alleys. Sweeping greasy diners and cluttered shops.

But they didn't find what they were looking for.

If they'd asked, come to Fox or any of the men that patrolled this planet, theyd've told them that Ahsoka was gone. Left the same day as her trial.

She'd fled the planet. And hadn't been seen since.

Fox let them search. For three days he let them tread across the planet. Let their wandering feet lead them through their greif. Let them go through the motions.

Before he had to pull Rex aside.

He had to break it to him. Tell him that his vod'ika wasn't coming back.

Rex stood stock still, his bucket under one arm. His face was... wrong. It didn't look like Rex. He could have been any brother under that expression of greif. Whatever made Rex's face his own had drained out with the air, the greif.

He didnt acknowledge Fox's words. Didnt argue. Didnt protest. He just stood there. Looking for all the galaxy like there was nothing left in him.

Cody's hand landed on one scraped blue paldron. "We'll help you look Kih'vod."

It took a minute before he managed to turn enough lights on upstairs to turn and look at Cody. Even then all he offered was a nod. Before he turned back to his troops.

Troops in gold armor joined the search. Then gray. And reluctantly red too. All on their off hours. Their own time.

The citizens were giving them a wide berth. Staying in doors and closing their shops as the troopers decended on the planet.

Untik the streets were half empty except for men in white armor.

They never found anything. Not even a trace of her. But the searching was important. The collective of them. Walking miles for her. For each other. For their brothers.

Seraching for something much bigger than just the little commander.

Maybe peace or reassurance or even just releif. Or maybe seraching because its all they had left to do. All they could do when the war rose up in their throats this way.

[33max]

winter warmers ☃️ - day one, lingerie

max/daniel, 921 words, mostly sfw (only one cock mention and one hole mention)

Max is not usually shy. Daniel knows this and has experienced first-hand exactly how not shy Max is. There have been times when Daniel has been showering and Max has barged right in to take a piss a couple of feet away. A few too many times where Max has told Daniel, in excruciating detail, about the food poisoning he caught from a dodgy kebab shop in Milton Keynes. And more recently, he’s not been shy about how much he likes it when Daniel puts him face down on the mattress and pulls his ass cheeks apart to tongue at him there.

So, Daniel doesn’t know why Max is so tight-lipped about this particular thing. As far as kinks go, this is probably closer to the vanilla side of the kinky scale.

But Max is still shy about it. He blushes whenever Daniel brings the subject up. Once, he even choked on his mostly empty gin and tonic, coughing loudly until Daniel dropped the conversation and instead started patting him on the back.

The thing is, Daniel is like a dog with a bone. From the moment he first brought it up with Max and it elicited cherry red cheeks and a spluttering dismissal from his boyfriend, Daniel has thought of nothing else.

Two things are certain.

Max Verstappen wants to wear lingerie.

And Max Verstappen is too proud to admit it.

So Daniel takes it into his own hands, and starts searching for the most perfect lingerie set he can find for Max.

Choosing the right colour is hard because as far as Daniel is concerned, Max looks good in everything. But it’s important he gets this right.

Orange seems too obvious.

Red seems too predictable.

Navy blue is too close to Max’s work attire.

White would look lovely on Max’s pale skin, but Daniel is looking for something with contrast. Something that will stand out.

He sees a forest green set online and immediately starts entering his credit card information because he knows Max will look gorgeous in this colour. Milky white skin underneath forest green lace.

It has a corset, panties and a garter belt. Daniel doesn’t even bother to read the price tag. The price doesn’t matter when it’s for Max.

When the set arrives, Daniel spends a long time deciding how he is going to gift the set to Max… who probably still thinks he has successfully shown little interest in any sort of lingerie. After much deliberation, Daniel ends up leaving the set, wrapped up in a fancy gift box, on their bed for Max to find.

That way, Max can spend some time looking at the details without pretending to be uninterested in front of Daniel. He can run his fingers over the lace and hold it up to his body and maybe even try it on. So, as desperate as Daniel is to see Max’s reaction to the gift, he knows he needs to let Max process this by himself if he ever wants to actually see him in the lace.

Not that Daniel is counting but it is exactly forty-three minutes after Max walks into their bedroom and finds the lingerie that Daniel hears a faint “Daniel? Can you come here?”

He doesn’t know if he walks or teleports to the bedroom, but the next thing he knows he is standing in the doorway looking at Max, who is completely naked clutching the gift box tightly to his chest.

“Do you like them?” Daniel asks, letting his eyes roam over Max’s exposed skin. He’s so hot.

“No,” Max lies, but it’s with a small lopsided smile. His cheeks are pink.

“Are you sure?” Daniel laughs, eyes trailing to where Max’s cock is chubbing up between his legs. Twitching.

“Will you help me put them on?”

Daniel doesn’t answer him, it’s a silly question, and he is already practically vibrating with anticipation. Instead, Daniel walks towards Max and carefully takes the box out of his grip.

“Let’s get you all dressed up,” Daniel says, leaning in to press a line of kisses along Max’s collarbones. “You are going to look so beautiful in these, baby. I bought them just for you.”

Max lets out a tiny breathy moan.

“How long have you wanted this?” Daniel can’t help but ask. He’s been dying to know.

“I don’t know,” Max blushes harder, his cheeks so pink. “Always.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Max shrugs. “I didn’t want you to think I was weird.”

“Maxy, it’s totally normal. It’s a normal thing to want.” Daniel reassures. “You could be into almost anything, and I’d be into it too because you like it.”

Max blushes harder.

“Baby?” Daniel says. He’s very aware that Max is still completely naked, and he is fully clothed, he doesn’t want Max to feel too exposed so he will drop it the moment Max looks even slightly overwhelmed.

“Itsnotjustasexthing!” Max blurts out, before turning away, his eyes firmly avoiding Daniel.

It takes a few moments to process what Max has said. It’s not just a sex thing.

“Max, baby, look at me.” Daniel says, “Even more reason to let yourself wear them.”

Max’s blue eyes search Daniel’s until finally, those words seem to sink in.

“Ok?” Daniel asks.

“Ok.”

“Let’s get you in these panties,” Daniel says, tickling at Max’s sides.

Daniel is right. Forest green is Max’s colour.

[golden-loona]

the wrong guy. | one shot

summary: taehyung and y/n hatch a plan to kidnap their local rich guy.

pairing: oc x taehyung x jungkook

words: 2,332

warnings: fake gun, kidnapping, implied threats.

y/n and taehyung have had enough of being broke. like "prepared to commit crime or sell a kidney" broke.

they're absolutely sick of scraping by with ramen and cheap, watery coffees. even splitting the rent with their roommate hoseok doesn't change anything. so? they're making a plan. a shit one, but its a plan.

"okay so, notes" y/n begins, holding a notepad and a black ink pen. preparing to write whatever bullshit plan herself and taehyung were about to concoct.

"we need to find like a.. local rich dude, preferably not too hench," taehyung begins, y/n starts writing away but stops. "hench?"

"yeah like, buff? he could fight us off" taehyung says pointedly, y/n raises an eyebrow. "but its 2 versus 1?" she remarks. taehyung points to her and then himself. "girl.. look at us, you really think we could fight off against a hench guy?" taehyung makes a valid point, y/n nods in agreement and writes it down.

they bicker back and forth for a while, discussing local rich guys and attempt (keyword: attempt) to come up with a plan to kidnap said rich guy. "how much ransom are we asking?" taehyung asks with furrowed brows as his eyes go over the notes.

"what's his net worth?" y/n responds and taehyung nods, "good point, let me google."

a quick google search shows kim seokjin is very well off. taehyung and y/n could only dream of that in their bank accounts. would be a lot better than the 20,000 won they have between them. "he lives local doesn't he? we could try and follow his routine and it'll make things easier" taehyung suggests and y/n's eyes light up.

the following week is a busy mess. taehyung and y/n taking turns following the fuck out of kim seokjin. weirdos.

monday? y/n calls in sick to work and takes the bus to hanam. an area notoriously known for its high profile people. (the richies.) there she starts to follow seokjin on his route, going to a gym in the local estate. that motherfuck walks there too, is he that stupid? what an easy grab. with her notepad to hand, y/n takes notes like a she's nancy drew.

tuesday? it's taehyung's turn, he skips class to follow seokjin and his routine is.. pretty much the same. apart from a car ride he had to follow on a rented bike. his knees will never be the same. gym, coffee shop, the office for a meeting (maybe) and then back home. then a restaurant, then the gym again and then back home. easy. notes taken.

wednesday? the fucking same, what the fuck. y/n is slightly pissed, can't believe she missed work for this shit. same notes, same places. what a boring life.

thursday? taehyung's turn again. a busier day for kim seokjin, he attends a charity event (whoopee.) and taehyung is turned away from the red carpet by security. notes go down the drain.

friday? the same as tuesday, seokjin goes about his day and its just.. absolutely predictable. y/n is disappointed.

saturday comes and its an easy fucking job for y/n and taehyung.

"i think we take him when he's on his way home from the gym" y/n suggests, tapping her pen against the notepad. her head resting against her hand on the desk. "morning or night?" taehyung asks, y/n rolls her eyes. "taehyung we watch true crime documentaries all the time, you should know its easy to get them at night," y/n explains and taehyung nods in agreement.

"right, what are our disguises?" y/n groans at taehyung's words. "i didn't think about that." then the list begins. gloves. balaclavas. black clothing. rope, maybe? or are cable ties better? a burner phone for the ransom text. a getaway car, they could just borrow yoongi's maybe?

and just like that, the plan is set in motion.

take yoongi's car to the estate seokjin lives in. wait near the gym. wait for him to leave (he usually leaves around 11.30pm) skrrrt up next to him, open the car door and push his ass in. fuck, they need a weapon.

"we need something to threaten him with, i forgot about that" y/n says with a sigh of frustration, taehyung falls back onto y/n's bed with a groan. "i'm too coward to hold a knife with intent," taehyung admits. y/n nods her head in agreement. what follows is silence as the two both sit and just think, trying to come up with any ideas whatsoever.

"doesn't namjoon have that fake gun he used for the police outfit one halloween?" y/n asks after a couple of minutes. taehyung sits up suddenly, "oh my god you're a fucking genius!" he says with a grin. "call namjoon and ask if you can borrow the costume, make up some excuse" y/n says, throwing taehyung his phone, to which he unlocks immediately.

on monday evening taehyung walks into the house with namjoon's police officer costume, fake gun included, a wide victorious grin on his face.

on tuesday night, they put their plan into action. having given some bullshit excuse to yoongi, they borrow his car. clad in all black outfits, black gloves on their hands and balaclavas at the ready. they park up close to the gym in the estate that the one and only kim seokjin lives in. now? they wait.

the clock ticks and ticks, taehyung has his feet resting on the dashboard while he (miserably) fails to complete a sudoku in a newspaper.

y/n sips her iced coffee, eyes on the doors of the gym. the only lights on are those by the entrance, there's no view into the actual gym. which fucking sucks. y/n taps her fingers on the wheel with a sigh.

"3 here, wait.. no a 4" taehyung voices as he replaces the 3 with a 4 on the paper. y/n raises a brow and side eyes him before rolling her eyes. "can you focus?" she asks with a sharp exhale.

"its only 11, we got like 30 minutes" taehyung voices as he focuses on the sudoku, pen to paper scribbling out a wrong number.

with an annoyed grunt, y/n keeps her eyes on the gym entrance. occasionally sipping her coffee and looking around. it's pitch black outside, beside the street light and the bright fluorescent lights of the gym entrance. automatic double doors closed with the lack of presence. the minutes tick by, one by one. slow as fuck.

"stakeouts are boring, i don't know how the police do it" y/n complains with pursed lips, arms crossed against her ribs as she continues to watch the entrance like a hawk.

"yes! wait no," taehyung's win ends quickly as his eyes scan the sudoku, y/n rolls her eyes yet again. "let me see it," y/n attempts to grab the newspaper to take a look herself but taehyung snatches it back. "no! i worked hard on it" he argues, y/n kisses her teeth.

"clearly not well enough, let me see," she remarks, trying to grab at it again. a squabble ensues until a figure appears in the lights of the gym entrance.

"wait look! it's time," y/n says quickly, completely dropping the sudoku squabble and pulling a balaclava over her head. she hurriedly makes it comfortable on her face before starting the car. taehyung pulls his own balaclava over his head, grabbing the fake gun from the back seat.

"ready?" y/n asks, looking at him. taehyung swallows harshly and nods, y/n puts the car into gear and pushes it forward towards where a man has just left the gym. it's 11.30pm. definitely kim seokjin.

quickly pulling up beside the man, taehyung rushes out and points the fake gun at the figure. it happens quickly.

"put your hands up!" taehyung says loudly, pointing the gun at the figure. fuck, its dark. he can't even see properly through this mask. the man immediately puts his hand up in surrender, taehyung grabs the mans wrist and pulls him toward the car. the barrel of the (fake) gun pressed to the man's back.

"do as we say and we won't hurt you" taehyung attempts to say in a menacing voice, he opens the door for the backseat and pushes the man into the car before closing the door and getting into the passenger seat. y/n puts her foot on the gas and they speed off into the night with their local rich man in the backseat.

taehyung keeps his (fake) gun pointed at the man and the man is.. surprisingly quiet. shockingly not fighting them off or begging for his life. y/n drives out of the estate and toward their apartment. keeping her eye on seokjin in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

it's when the light hits his face that she does a double take. her jaw fucking drops.

"taehyung," y/n says flatly, jaw clenched. taehyung, still in character as john wick from wish, isn't listening. with a slap to the arm she repeats his name in a harsher tone, "taehyung"

"what?" he finally responds, "that's not seokjin!" y/n says alertedly, pulling her balaclava off her head and throwing it into taehyung's lap.

"seokjin? the business guy?" the man in the back says before snorting a laugh. taehyung quickly pulls up his balaclava, taking a look at the man in the backseat. he turns forward in his seat with his mouth agape. "oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" taehyung murmurs.

"what the fuck, taehyung?! you had ONE job" y/n argues, panic rushing through her body. she goes rigid because what the FUCK.

"i'm sorry! its dark and the mask was small," taehyung complains defensively, covering his face with his hands. "oh we're going to prison."

the man in the backseat throws his head back with a low chuckle, he enjoys the chaos happening in the front seat. honestly? his day got better rather than worse.

"sir, we are so, so, sorry" y/n immediately apologises, looking at him through the rearview mirror. "i've been kidnapped by worse people," his words make y/n and taehyung side eye each other.

"uh, cause that's not terrifying" taehyung mumbles, sinking a little in his seat. the man leans forward from the backseat, getting a little closer to them between them. y/n gulps quietly, keeping her eyes trained on the road ahead.

"now why don't you drop me off somewhere and we can forget all about this?" the man suggests, looking between them. he easily notices the way his kidnappers refuse to look at him, a smirk of amusement on his face.

"sure, wherever you wanna go" taehyung agrees immediately, y/n shakes her head in disagreement. "hell no, he could be a snitch" she argues, hands 10 to 2 on the wheel.

"wait, whats your job? are you rich?" taehyung asks, the man looks at him with a face of confusion and then the realisation hits. they were looking for a ransom.

he falls back into the backseat again, chuckling in absolute amusement. "seriously? you were trying to kidnap kim seokjin of all people for fucking ransom?" he remarks, y/n and taehyung stay silent. the man shakes his head and sighs, a smile on his face.

"you two are so stupid," he remarks, earning defensive noises from the front seats. "you don't even know us!" taehyung argues, waving around the fake gun. the man rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

"first of all, you kidnapped the wrong guy. second, you kidnapped me with a fake gun at that, i was not intimidated in the slightest, if i didn't want to be kidnapped i'd of put you on your ass," the man exclaims, easily taking the fake gun out of taehyung's hand. taehyung lips press in a pout.

"who are you anyway?" y/n asks with a offended tone, still driving aimlessly with no clue in her mind where to fucking go. "jeon jungkook," taehyung goes rigid hearing the name and sinks further in his seat.

"oh we're so dead," he whispers, "my family are going to report me missing," taehyung fake sniffles into his hands.

"don't panic, i'll make sure your families have bodies to bury, jungkook says with a smirk, taehyung looks at y/n and they collectively start yelling.

"this is all your fucking fault!-" "you suggested kidnapping a rich guy!" "-kidnapping the wrong fucking guy" "it was your idea!" "how can you not recognise kim fucking seokjin?!"

jungkook chuckles in the backseat, completely and utterly satisfied with the chaos he's caused his kidnappers. "i'm kidding! i'm kidding," he calls out, tapping the necks of the front seats.

y/n and taehyung go silent. "mostly."

y/n turns the car around, silently driving right back to where they had taken jungkook from. the air is thick with a heated tension. and not the sexy kind. the i'm-scared-for-my-life kind. after a few minutes of silence, taehyung switches the radio on, the melody of "bad day" by daniel powter coming through the speaker.

y/n looks at taehyung with slight disgust, "dude, really?" taehyung scoffs and turns the radio back off. "it's too silent," he complains like a child. "do you want music, jungkook?" taehyung turns slightly in his seat, y/n smacks his chest eliciting a loud "ow!" from taehyung.

"i would love some music," jungkook voices with a smirk, taehyung turns the radio back on with a grateful smile. the silence is way too sickening.

its a rough fucking 15 minutes driving back to that gym. jungkook has a sick smirk on his face in the backseat, taehyung is quietly singing along like nothing is fucking wrong. is y/n the only sane one in this car?

with a sigh of gratefulness that this is over, y/n pulls up outside the gym and puts the car in park. pressing the child lock button off, y/n turns in her seat to look at jungkook.

"i apologise again," y/n says with an apologetic, pleading glint in her eyes. jungkook snorts a laugh and opens the door to get out.

"i'll be in touch."

a/n: hehehe this was funny

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golden-loona 2025

[beom-s-author]

txt reactions-you found out the baby's gender

Choi Soobin

The road to the clinic was not silent. Soobin was talking about his predictions. "I bet the baby will be a boy. Oh..it will be so cute and we will buy babyblue blankets and matchy jackets for each other. Or maybe it will be a girl and she can wear matchy skirts with you. She will look alike with you and she will be so cute with her plump cheeks and plump arms. Love , do you have any guess?" You shooked your head as no. Your hand was over your tiny bump. You stroked it. He smiled at you from the mirror and he parked the car to the corner. And you went into the clinic. You started waiting for the doctor. You were so nervous that you are biting your lips and tapping your feet. Soobin puts his hand on your thight. "Honey, get calm. İt will be okay, like the all other ultrasounds. Just take deep breaths." You nodded and stop tapping. A few minutes later, the doctor called your name and you guys went into the room. Soobin was still holding your hand tightly. The nurse firstly measures your blood pressure and writes it down to a paper. Secondly, they drew blood for the vitals and the doctor started looking at the texts and writing down a dew medications for iron defienct and D vitamin.

Soobin was holding your hand while you are laying down on the bed. The doctor was looking at the screen while he is Rolling down the machine on your stomache. You were giggling with the cold gel. And the doctor stopped. "Yeah, that's it...As I can see, It is a...boy!" As the doctor announced, Soobin laughs. He hugged you and you gasped. He grabbed your hand, you giggled. "I guess it right!" He smiled and he pulled you out after doctor's advices. You guys went to the shopping immediately. Soobin was choosing the most beautiful clothes and pacifiers for your little boy. He was so excited.

Choi Yeonjun

He was super excited to learn about the gender. He made a lot of phone calls with his phone during the waiting area. He was keeping the guess in the paper and he was giggling with every comment. The other patients were chuckling at his every behaviour. You were just being patient and keeping your nervousness in your mind. Your hand was rubbing your stomache while Yeonjun is walking down from the hall. And you guys went into the room with the nurse. First, they drew blood and you started drinking a juice to keep your bloodsugar levels high and not to faint. Second, You lay down on the bed and lift your shirt. The doctor was looking at the machine while he is talking about baby's development in your womb. And he stopped. "That's it. She is so active but I can say you are going to have a little princess." As Yeonjun heard the words, he covers his mouth with awe. You looked at him with awe also while crying Joy. He held your hands and kissed your knuckles. You smiled. "I am going to be the funniest dad ever. I will let her to paint my nails, make my hair messy. I will buy her penguin If she wants to have a penguin." The doctor chuckled with his words and also you do. He was so excited and he was calling his parents and elders. You were just sitting there and watching your actual baby.

And after the appointment you came into the house and you fell asleep in your bed. The sleep was like a torture when it is summer. The hot air and the insects are making you annoyed. You woke up with sweat and you walked to the kitchen but dim light make you interested...You saw Yeonjun. He was making a list about baby's needs and he was searching for the best items in websites. He was being a natural a lot. You smiled until he noticed you. "Oh..You are awake, did I wake you?" You shooked your head. "No,No. I woke up because it is so hot and I need water." Yoenjun nodded. He replied. "I will bring water to you, just go to the bed back honey"

Choi Beomgyu

Beomgyu was talking with you during the road. He was so excited to learn. You were giggling also. "I am sure the baby will be a girl. I will have a little princess in my arms in 5 months.." You replied. Beomgyu shook his head as no. "i am sure it will be a boy. We will have a Beomgyu Junior. He will be mini me and we will be so full of love.."

During the road, he talked about his guesses and you guys arrived to the small clinic. You went into the waiting room with him. The other patients were holding their babies or getting check up and ultrasounds. Some of them was in labor, their sound was loud for you. It was making you scared. Beomgyu can see it. He held your hand. "Shh..It is okay. We have a few months for this and I will be here when you go for the labor." You nodded. "Thanks, I know you will be there..And also I will squeeze your hand Until I break one of your bone." You chcukled. Beomgyu held your hand. "I know. But the least thing I want is that you got hurt. I do not care about my well being when I am with you." You smiled with his words.

And you got into the ultrasound room. Your hand was in his hand and you were lookjng at the screen with awe. The doctor was tlaking about the baby's development but he stopped. "İt seems like we missed a little one here..There is 2 heartbeats so..you are having 1 boy and 1 girl." With that words, your eyes got wide. You chuckled. Beomgyu was so shocked. But his laugh comes a few seconds later. "I am going to be a dad of 2!" You chuckled and hugged him. He held your waist and kissed your cheeks. His hand found your bump. "Hi Little Beom and Hi Little Y/N. We are waiting for you so impatient."

Kang Taehyun

Taehyun was mature..what a big excitement,right? But he kept his calmness during the ride. Keep talking with you about the decorations and listening your guesses. "I think it will be a girl. I have a feeling in it." You replied and your hand found your stomache. You rubbed it slowly. Taehyun smiled and held your hand. "I do not have any guess or a choice but I am sure our baby will be so cute because their mother is the cutest woman I have ever known." You smiled with his great words and he knows he stole your heart already.

As they got into the hospital, You were tired already. Taehyun was carrying your bag, And he is holding your hand during the elevator. As you got into the waiting hall, Taehyun was trying to make you calmer. Your sister were texting to you and she was so excited and It was making you excited also. You were tapping your feet. Taehyun held your hand. "Just keep calm, we will find the gender and we will have dinner in your favorite restaurant,good?" You smiled and nodded.

As you went into the doctor's room, He held your hand and never let it go. The doctor smiled. She was a very kind woman. She was using comforting words and helping you to keep your calm. You heard baby's heartbeat and the doctor announce the baby's gender. "İt seems like you are expecting a little princess." You gasped and also Taehyun does. He held your hand and smiled. His boba eyes got bigger and he squeezed your hand. You thanks to the doctor, you left the hospital.

During the home ride, he was so happy and detailed about his Dreams. You were so happy to hear his words.

Hueningkai Kamal

Kai was so excited about the gender reveal appointment. He was talking about it a lot during the nights when you both try to sleep. He was holding your hand, stroking your knuckles and telling about his dream. "I will make our little daughter wear a few skirts with unicorn designs on them. She will have the cutest outfits. We will make ballet with her.And If we have a boy, I will teach him how to play drums and we will dress him with bear designs. It will be so cute." You chuckled to his words. "I hope being parent is that easy, just like a little dress game..But we have to deal with feeding, diaper changes and a few issues too....Like craving? And I think I crave for chocolate." Hueningkai smiled to your words. He got up. "Sure, sweetheart."

And you guys went to the clinic. Hueningkai was calling his sisters and asking them about your latest behaviours and cravings. You were reading a book while waiting in the room for doctor. Hueningkai was so impatient so he was trying to distract himself with speaking to his sisters. And the nurse called for you. Hueningkai got up with you and you guys went into the ultrasound room. You lay down on the bed and lift your shirt. The doctor pulled the machine and started Rolling it on her stomache.You were so nervous and Hueningkai was too. He was playing with his fingers and biting his lips. The doctor turned to them. "İt seems like everything is fine with the little boy." As the doctor mentioned, Hueningkai smiled at you. You squeezed his hand. Your tears were Rolling down from your cheeks. He smiled at you and wiped your tears with his thumb. He smiled again. "Let's go out and celebrate our little boy."

Hueningkai and you went to the small cafe for the cake you always eat. The crema and cherry was so excellent. Hueningkai orders a lemonade for you also. You were sipping while Hueningkai is watching you. You smiled. He stroked your hair.

[letsquestjess]

The Bad Batch and Out in the Rain (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: The Batch each have different experiences with the rain.

Warnings: Little bit of angst with Tech's.

Hunter

For Hunter, storms and rain can cause a plethora of problems. He senses when bad weather is nearing, and depending on the severity, it can irritate him. On Kamino, he had his brothers to help him, and as soon as you notice his discomfort, you’re there for him too. He feels electricity in the air and so he’s usually clocked some shelter along the way that you can duck into the moment the first few drops fall. On the occasions where there is no shelter, he finds something to cover you with to ensure you stay as dry as possible. 

The first time you both got caught out in the rain, he had seemed on edge. His hand in yours tightened a little and his jaw stiffened. It wasn’t until the dark clouds rushed in and unleashed a torrent of rain that you realised he’d sensed the storm. He hurried you under the awning of a closed-down shop, safe from the pelting raindrops. After a bit of fussing, you took his hands in yours, brushed your thumbs across his knuckles, and encouraged a calm into the anxious jitters alight in his senses. Luckily, a lull in the downpour appeared, but as you rushed home, you ended up caught in the second wave of rain. Hunter navigated you through it to your shared house and set about running a bath for you both, sinking into the warm water to soothe the chill in your bones and settle his anxiety.

Echo

Mostly, Echo finds rain comforting if he can listen to the pitter-patter from inside a building or on his ship. Being caught out in it is another matter entirely. A downpour limits his vision, impedes any travel, and tactically, it raises a lot of problems. Being the soldier he is, he’s more than prepared for turns in weather, but it causes more issues for him now than it did before the explosion.

Considering the sun had graced you all day, and the weather promised to be temperate, the abrupt surge of rain came as a surprise to both yourself and Echo as you travelled back to the ship with important supplies. With no cover and your vision reduced in the deluge, he huddled you close and searched for some sort of shelter to wait out the worst. Out in an open field, the surrounding land offered nothing. You assured him you were heading in the right direction, shielding your datapad from the heavy droplets as best you could. It offered Echo some reassurance your equipment could withstand harsh weather, and he trusted you to the ends of the galaxy and back. You found him something from your supply boxes to cover his head with to protect his implants and followed the lines on your map. On the ship and out of the persistent rain, Echo fetched you both some warm blankets to dry off and set up the spare heater, telling you stories about Kamino and the terrible rains the planet suffered, his reminiscent tales warming you just as much as the blanket and the heater.

Wrecker

If it is one thing Wrecker loves, it’s storms with their big, booming rolls of thunder and rapid strikes of lightning. As a cadet on Kamino, he would sit at the windows overlooking the sea and try to predict where the next lightning strike would hit, a tradition he followed as he grew. More than once he tried to sneak out, managing to reach a grasping hand into the falling droplets before he got caught either by a Kaminoan or a passing trooper and escorted back to the dormitories. Not that that ever stopped him from trying again later.

Day drew into night, rain relentlessly pelting the land and making it impossible for take off. After checking the inventory, monitoring any potential damage done to the ship, and planning your route once the conditions cleared, you sat in the cockpit with Wrecker, guessing where the next fork of lightning would spear. For the most part, Wrecker correctly predicted each strike, but he let you in on a few tricks. You had lowered the ramp to keep the machinery inside cool, and with no more lightning for the time being, Wrecker shifted to the door. He wandered out into the rain and invited you to join him. Carefully tottering down the slippery steps, he scooped you into his arms, droplets flying from your bodies as he began dancing with you in the rain. You had to admit, seeing him soaked and catching raindrops on his lashes was quite endearing, but not as sweet as the peal of laughter as he twirled you under his arm and danced as though nothing else existed.

Crosshair

Crosshair pretends to be indifferent to storms, but he secretly loves them. He’s not a fan of overly loud storms, but he finds a regular downpour to be settling. He can tune out for a bit and focus on something constant. At times, if he needs some focus and the weather is pleasant, he’ll play some rain sounds on his datapad while going about his day. 

You paid little mind to the rainstorm outside. The weather had been bleak for days, storms swelling and dropping every few hours. This one was no different until you heard the hatch lowering. Peeking around the open door of the medical cupboard, you saw Crosshair reaching out into the rain. To him, rain was tangible, something he could see and feel, and catching him like this felt like a moment you shouldn’t intrude upon, but you had never witnessed such calm in him. Acting on the occasion, you took his hands in yours and led him out into the drenching elements. It soaked through your clothes in seconds, but a small smile etched its way onto Crosshair’s lips. You stayed outside for a short while, quietly enjoying the calming nature of the rain. After heading back inside, you both showered to get warm, grabbed some snacks, and snuggled into his bunk to watch your favourite movie as the night swiftly swept in. Cuddling close, Crosshair thanked you for always supporting him and being a source of hope for him when times felt dark.

Tech

Tech doesn’t really care much about rain. For him, as long as it doesn’t hinder him too much, it doesn’t matter. But deep down, he finds a relaxing nostalgia to it that reminds him of where he came from and how far he has come. Remembering the rain he grew up with during a downpour on a faraway planet helps him feel that connection to Kamino again.

During an expedition, droplets slowly began to descend, hitting the portable work surfaces and the equipment Tech had set up. You were both quick to act, covering the most sensitive machinery and putting up coverings to keep the worst of the approaching storm at bay. Settling back into your joint work, he offered some interesting facts about storm types and correctly predicted when the rain would pick up and calm again. His knowledge poured from him like the rain from the bloated clouds, and he appreciated your follow-up questions. Soon, though, his wisdom turned to nostalgia as he recollected the storms on Kamino. Tipoca City was gone now, he would never get to experience a storm at home again, but your presence kept him warm, your hand on his even more so as the memories dripped unbidden and hurt more than he was willing to admit.

[thedeathlysallows]

18+ okay, hear me out, I'm obsessed with this Felix and can't stop writing for him. part of the unhinged/obsessive Felix x inexperienced!reader drabbles. slowly becoming dark!Felix because I can't help myself. voyeurism and female masturbation.

When this… whatever it is… starts with you and Felix, you notice quickly that he only comes to you when he’s hurt. You’re never able to find any scrapes or bruises, but there’s a tenderness with which he holds you that can only stem from feeling some sort of discomfort. So, you deduce the pain is emotional rather than physical. A bruised ego perhaps. A fight he won but didn’t quite go his way.

Felix doesn’t tell you that you’re the pain he feels.

Every moment away from you is torture.

How can he be sure that you're safe and taken care of when he's unable to be with you?

He ponders this thought for weeks until it suddenly clicks into place as he watches one of the human shop owner rewind useless security footage from the previous night.

A security system.

Felix installs it without you knowing because he already knows you would argue. Something about boundaries and only knowing each other a few months because you just don't understand yet. He's known you for a lifetime, searched for you in every face he came across. Now that he's found you there's nothing- absolutely nothing- that will ever take you away from him.

For a while, the security system works to soothe the dull ache in his soul when he's apart from you. He watches enraptured as you go about your daily life with no idea he's keeping you safe. You have a mundane routine set up, he notices immediately. Like most humans your life centers around patterns. Wake up, work, return home, do it all over and over until you die.

Felix enjoys the predictability of your life.

But that still doesn't mean there aren't threats hanging about.

Best to keep the cameras where they are.

Maybe even add a few.

For your safety of course.

Because every single thing he does is done to keep you safe from the monsters around every corner.

It's for you.

You, you, you, you-

A soft moan crackles through the air and Felix practically rips the monitor from the wall where it sat charging. You're on your bed, flat on your back, shirt bunched up just under your breasts leaving your stomach exposed, panties pulled down to your knees. Felix watches as your hand creeps down between your thighs and you circle a finger around your clit. Another moan, this one broken up by a relieved sigh.

Felix feels his cock swell and harden, desperate to be buried inside you. You'd be so warm, so inviting, and the noises you would make for him... gods. You're such a tiny thing in comparison to him, and he knows he would have to be careful, but he needs you. Needs to be inside you. Needs to ravish you. Fuck you. Ruin you. He needs to see the mascara running down your cheeks while his cock pounds into your cervix, bruising you, marking you.

You'd be so beautiful like that- stuffed full of him and begging for more.

It's like he can hear you moaning for him now.

Except, no, he actually can hear you moaning for him. On the monitor. Your back arches slightly as you chase your high, fingers buried deep inside you, and between little breathless pants you say his name over and over like a prayer.

"Oh, Felix," you whisper into the stillness of your room.

His cock twitches in his pants and he swears he's about to cum from the pure euphoria of hearing you, watching you.

You are his.

No matter what you say.

[agatharkn3ss]

Lilia's premonitions theory (contains spoilers)

Well, my brain has been in overdrive and I love puzzles so... "buckle up!"

If it's too long for you - you can jump straight into the last section titled "How does it all fit"... I really think there could be something there.

OTHER THEORIES

There have been many theories about Lilia's powers and her moments of visions. Some think it's just some loose wiring on most part, some think it's past traumatic events catching up with her, some think they are predictions of the future, some even went as far as suggesting that Lilia (loosely) predicts the last words of the next person who's going to die (based on the fact she said "Get off me!" in ep.2 and we hear Sharon shout "Don't touch me!" in ep.3). But we keep seeing more and more of Lilia's blips in ep.4, they make less sense to any of the above theories, so personally I am not sold on any of them.

There is also a possibility that her premonitions could just be linked to the events that follow - but the words aren't accurate because Lilia can't quite see the "full picture". So her screaming in her shop could be linked to Teen's reaction when Salem Seven attacked in that same episode. Or when she says "Alice, don't", we see Agatha pleading "Don't" with Rio.

BUT then I saw people discussing that maybe these are actually "misplaced" moments in time - from the future AND the past. And that they will make sense if they were said in the correct moment, but somehow got lost and sent to a different time. For example - when Lilia talks about the vampire by the campfire "You know, we really kind of hated each other in the beginning, but now..." then zones out. We could assume she's still talking about the vampire, but this pause could actually be easily filled with "I love you guys!" from the "botox" scene in ep.3, because she was actually touched by their campfire stories. Or when she shouts "Get off me" in ep.2, it could be taken right out of the ep.4 scene where she's burning on the floor, shouting "Get it off me!".

WHAT WE KNOW

All those theories got me mighty intrigued, so of course I made a list of all of Lilia's apparent 'blips' and tried to make sense of it! I believe there are two types of Lilia's visions - one where she has "wrong messages" and one where she exclaims names of tarot cards.

The tarot cards she mentioned so far:

Three of Pentacles - right after she wrote the coven names down

High Priestess - when she meets Jen at Agatha's house

Three of Swords - as Jen is trying to heal Teen

The "blips" are:

shouting and flailing her hands - when Agatha and Teen ask her to join the coven in ep.2

writing the coven names (same scene as above) - this is the only premonition where we see burst of power - the electricity flicker around her, the water boils and it all seems really intense.

shouting "Get off me!" and looking like she was pushing someone away - just before the witches begin summoning the Road

"I love you guys" - when Jen questions Sharon about her poison symptoms in ep.3

"Try to save Agatha" - when she and Agatha are searching for potion ingredients

"Which is it, am I wispy or am i kooky?" - when talking to Alice about her mum during the trial in ep.4

"Alice! Alice don't" - shortly after the one above

Zones out - during the campfire scene when she talks about the vampire scar

We also know that her Air trial will be all about tarot (confirmed by Patti herself) and the promos show Lilia in some sort of princess dress and tiara, Agatha as the green Wicked Witch of the West and Jen looking like the Evil Queen from Snow White but in the old hag form. This makes me think in her trial she will have to confront all those stereotypes about witches that she always said she hated so much. She will likely have to do a tarot reading too. There is also a room with ceiling full of swords that could fall down on them. And finally, in that same room there is a brief shot with her and Salem Seven, flowing mid-air.

One promo also shows one of Salem Seven (Vertigo) opening her mouth to release a swarm of cicadas (her spirit animal).

We know the witches slowly regain their powers once they passed their trial.

There is also this thing about Alice (I will need to make a separate post to explain this) - where my prediction is that in ep.5 she will try to protect the coven by attacking Agatha while she's in her "possessed" form. Unfortunately, Agatha will (willingly or not) completely syphon her powers and Alice will die.

HOW DOES IT ALL FIT?

Well. I think we will potentially get some answers during or after Lilia's trial, once she starts regaining her powers. I think Lilia will try to send a message to the witches in the past, but she will still be struggling with getting the times right.

I could almost see a scene where she sits at her crystal ball or does a tarot reading and talks, not realising that EVERYTHING she says is "sent out" without any filter.

Something like...

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Lilia is in a room with other witches, it is a high pressure situation because the Salem Seven are chasing them. Her task is to send the names of the witches to her past self so that Agatha can form her coven - they realised that without the list, they would've never gotten there. Maybe their existence or memory depends on it.

So Lilia starts a tarot reading and begins "tuning in" to her memories, saying the names of the revealed cards out loud - "High Priestess" (she says it in a surprise voice as her vision suddenly flickers to the moment of meeting Jen), "Three of Swords" etc. Maybe one of other witches in the room starts antagonising her kookiness, so that she would just hurry up, because this is not working and Salem Seven are close. So Lilia responds in annoyance "Which is it, am I wispy or am I kooky?!" But then she realises she is standing in front of Alice from the fire trial (in spirit anyway, Lilia is still physically in the scary room). She exclaims in relief "Alice!" and realises this is also her chance to warn Alice so that she doesn't die. She begins saying "Alice, don't try to save Agatha!", but mid way through, her spirit gets transported to the first trial, searching for potion ingredients. So Alice only hears "Alice don't..." and Agatha hears "...try to save Agatha". At some point Lilia is transported to sitting in front of the campfire, reminiscing their stories. This is a fond memory so she starts saying "You know, we really kind of hated each other in the beginning, but now.." and before she can finish, she gets transported back to the "Huge tiny lies" house "...I love you guys".

Maybe at some point Salem Seven break their way into the tarot room and one of them attacks Lilia. She screams "Get off me!" and pushes them away (while her spirit is transported to the moment before they opened the Road). Vertigo releases her cicadas, flying around Lilia's head. She flails her hands and screams, while her spirit is inside her shop where Agatha and Teen just approach her. She realises she's close, focuses all her energy and channels her spirit to write the list of names herself. It takes enormous effort to stay focused on that one moment, hence the energy around her is bursting. She either doesn't have enough time to finish writing Rio's name or feels cheeky and draws a black heart instead. She finishes by revealing and naming the last tarot card: "Three of Pentacles". She completes the task, the End!

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So..... What does everyone think?!!!!!!

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Hey 🖤 I’m starting a story with vampires, interesting creatures and all the chaos that comes with it. It might be a couple parts, maybe more. I’ve got this idea for Yuta, and I thought, “Why not?”. Just trying something new. Hope you like it! ✨

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- You’ve spent your whole life trapped in this dead-end town, dreaming of something—anything—out of the ordinary. Then he walks in. all long hair, silver rings, and a gaze that pins you to the earth like gravity itself. one accidental touch, and suddenly the world tilts. your heart stutters. the air crackles. he looks at you like he’s just found something he’s spent lifetimes searching for. And he’s not leaving without figuring out why.-

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Living in a boring, nothing-ever-happens small town had always felt like the curse of your life. Or maybe some kind of cosmic punishment for a crime you don’t remember committing in another lifetime. Most people here were painfully average and weirdly content with their little drama-free lives. Ever since supernatural creatures had gone public, you’d been secretly hoping at least one person in town would turn out to be something interesting—a werewolf, a siren, anything with cool abilities. But nope. No thrilling secrets, no exciting new faces. Just the same old crowd. At least you had Danielle and Jungwoo, your two ride-or-die besties. Growing up together had bonded you forever, and they were the only reason you hadn’t died of sheer boredom yet. Well, them and your job at the town’s coffee shop/bookstore—a literal sanctuary for a bookworm like you. Life felt… stable. Predictable. Too peaceful. Or so you thought.

Jungwoo leaned against your counter, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I got some tea for you.”

“You always have tea for me.” You didn’t even look up from what you were doing.

“This one’s different. Big.”

“Oh, in that case, I’m dying to know.” The sarcasm dripped.

He bumped you with his hip. “You won’t be so cocky when you hear this.”

“Alright, spill before I actually die of suspense.”

“Jessica Rey slept with a vampire last night. Here. In our town.”

You blinked. “What? No way. No vampire would willingly step foot in this hellhole.”

“She met him at a bar in Duskford and, apparently, wasted zero time bringing him home. Never cared much for her, but honestly? Respect. That’s a power move.”

You smirked. “Would you do it?”

“Babe, please. Hell yes. Though I’d rather he be my snack than the other way around.”

“Just don’t get yourself killed over some random hookup.”

“Not just any hookup. The best hookup of my life.”

“Control yourself if you wanna keep hanging out with me.”

“Sorry, love. Once you start, you can’t stop. You’ll understand when it happens.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. Truthfully, you had no idea what sex with someone else could even do to you—no one in this town had ever caught your attention. No one deserved it.

“So... does this mean vampires are just around now?”

“No clue. But honestly? I wouldn’t mind. That said, I’m walking you home tonight. Just in case.”

“Jungwoo, please. You’re cuter than me, you should be worried.”

“Yeah, but baby, I have a weapon on me. No debate.”

“Fine. If you insist.”

You were wiping down the counter when the bell rang. You looked up, expecting your last customer of the night. Then you saw him.

Your heart skipped. Hard.

Tall, dark hair falling in soft waves, nails painted black, fingers adorned with gorgeous rings. A gleaming earring caught the light. His lips were obscenely perfect—heart-shaped, his nose sharp and elegant, high cheekbones casting shadows like he walked straight out of a Renaissance painting. And his eyes—lined in black, deep as an entire galaxy.

You literally forgot how to breathe.

“Good evening.”

His voice was deep, smooth, with that kind of lazy confidence that made your skin prickle. And that smile, oh my—devastating.

You snapped out of it, clearing your throat. “Good evening. Can I get you—uh, serve you something?”

His lips twitched, like he was amused. His gaze lingered. Like he was studying you. “If it’s not too late, an iced Americano. To go.”

You might have sounded a little disappointed at the “to go,” but whatever. It was closing time.

“Of course. Have a seat, I’ll bring it right over.”

Jungwoo was too caught up on his phone to notice him. Probably for the best. Because the whole time you made his drink, you felt it. Even from across the room, his eyes were on you. You swore you could feel his gaze on your skin, burning, searching. You risked another glance. Yep. Still staring. And smirking, like he knew something you didn’t. For a split second, you swore his eyes flashed silver. Oh, you're so screwed.

Like he was looking at you the way someone looks at a meal.

Swallowing hard, you walked over and set his drink down. He slid a bill onto the table. “Keep the change,” he murmured, fingers brushing yours as he reached for the cup. 

It’s just a fleeting touch, nothing really— But it feels like someone just ran an electric current straight down your spine. Your heart skips a beat, and a deep, static hum rings in your ears. Something pulls at you, but you don’t know what. The room tilts, takes on a strange reddish hue, like the air itself is thickening around you. It’s suffocating. Like a storm just erupted inside your skull. Your legs give out. You reach for the back of a chair, desperate for balance— And then, an arm catches you. The moment his skin meets yours again, the sensation slams into you like a tidal wave— Hot. Intense. Overwhelming. Your breath hitches. Fear flashes in your eyes as you look at him, but no words come out. And for a split second—you’re not the only one affected. At your touch, he stumbles too, almost collapsing with you. His brows furrow, like he’s just been hit with something sharp and unpleasant. You’re practically on the floor now, and he’s bent over you, staring. Accusing. Like he’s demanding an answer for whatever the hell just happened. Like you did this to him. You don’t know what he’s expecting you to say. You don’t even know if you’ll ever be able to speak again. Then—his breath catches. His eyes flutter shut. He inhales. His face dips closer to your hair, his grip on you tightening. He breathes you in like you’re the most intoxicating thing he’s ever smelled. A low groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat. His arm tightened, pulling you closer.

You barely registered how close his face was to yours until you felt his breath on your lips.

His mouth parts. "Who are you?" His voice is low. Soft. Laced with something dangerously close to desire.

"I—I…" But nothing comes out.

He tried to move, but his body seemed frozen in place. His fingers slid into your hair, his touch feather-light yet possessive. He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

And, god, a part of you wanted him to.

A shaky breath left your lips as his fingers brushed your neck, and you instinctively gripped his arm. Your body wasn’t your own anymore—too warm, too lightheaded, too pulled toward him—do something.

His forehead pressed against yours as he whispered “I don’t know if it’s you doing this... but if you want me to help you up, you need to stop.”

His voice was like a spell, dragging you deeper under. And it wrecks you. Your head falls back, a helpless sound escaping your throat. You want it to stop. You need it to stop. And yet— A part of you wants him to stay like this forever. It’s too good. It feels like he’s unraveling you from the inside out.

The second he feels you relax, he knows.

He knows it’s time.

With effortless strength, he lifts you like you weigh nothing and sets you down onto the table behind him. Your mind is spinning. Too fast. Too much. He cups your chin, tilting your face up to his. Your eyes are hazy. Dazed. Strands of your hair have fallen across your face. And he just stares. Like he’s never seen anything like you before. Like you’re otherworldly.

"Who are you?" he murmured again.

"My name is… Y/N." You mumble, barely audible.

“Y/n,” he repeated, like he was testing how your name felt on his tongue. "But...what are you?" His fingers ghost over your cheek. "Why do you make me feel like this?"

His fingers ghosted over your cheek—

Before you could answer, Jungwoo’s voice shattered the trance.

“Oh my god, Y/n, are you okay?”

Jungwoo rushes over, placing a hand on your back. Yuta’s gaze flicks to him, assessing. Who is this guy to you ? But he senses no threat. So he answers, calm and composed. "She just had a little episode. You should get her some water."

Jungwoo hesitates, eyes flicking between you two. But he nods. "Yeah, okay—I'll be right back."

The moment he’s gone, Yuta’s hands frame your face, holding you there. Just looking. Like he’s memorizing you.

"Well." A smirk tugs at his lips. "It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, Y/N, I’m Yuta." His voice drops, softer. "I have to go. Urgent business calls. But don’t worry…" His fingers trace your wrist as he takes your hand. "I’ll be back for you."

You barely manage to shake your head. You don’t want him to go. You need him to stay. You don’t know why.

He caught your wrist, lifting it to his lips. The ghost of a kiss burned into your skin—another shockwave—and then— He was gone.

-

Later, lying on Jungwoo’s couch, you could still feel it. His touch. His eyes on you. The way the whole world had tilted. Jungwoo flopped down beside you.

“Sooo. You gonna tell me who the hell that was?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Are you gonna look for him?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think I need to.” You smile, replaying his words in your head.

Jungwoo raised an eyebrow.

“He said he’d come back for me.”

And somehow, you knew he would.

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I’d love to know what you think about it, don’t hesitate to share your thoughts ! 💭

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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Hourglass

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Four ☆ Series Masterlist

Description: You try your best to help Sirius with his brother, even if it means trusting your abilities in Divination more than ever before.

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You were unable to find Sirius, at least while you were in Hogsmeade. After a few hours meandering around the village with only a vague interest in the shops, James, Peter, and Remus went back to the Three Broomsticks to see if Sirius was drowning his sorrows in butterbeer…or a half dozen shots of firewhiskey. You and Lily split up to check the shrieking shack, however unlikely it may be that he would go there of all places, and Marlene and Dorcas walked the streets as a last ditch effort. None of you were able to locate him. 

With a dark cloud hanging over your heads, you all left Hogsmeade in the early evening before dinner, your steps slow and dragging down the path towards the castle. As she had done while you searched the shack, Lily tried to look on the bright side of things. 

“It’s probably a good sign we haven’t found him. It means he’s probably still with his brother.”

James, whose hands were shoved into his pockets and his head hung, lifted his face for a second, his eyes finding hers. “Or it went badly and he's gone to hide.”

“Do you really think Regulus would attack him?” Marlene asked in a whisper. 

“Not that kind of hiding,” James muttered, his gaze finding the ground once again. 

Remus kicked a pebble with the tip of his shoe, sending it skidding along the path before it fell into the grass, hidden within the green. “He’ll be back tonight,” was all he said, his voice betraying his hopeful words. 

The short conversation hit another lull, leaving you to stew in your own thoughts, however melancholy they may be. You wished you had a prediction, an inkling, anything to tell you what would happen with Regulus, though you were just as blind as everyone else. You could try, you supposed, stealing another few eggs from the kitchens or borrowing Steve Zielinski’s crystal ball. Even so, you had serious doubts that your elementary skills would result in anything substantial in the way of Regulus’s future. 

You all went straight to the Great Hall with the measly hope you’d find Sirius already sitting at the table, though he was nowhere to be found. It was lively tonight, fueled by Hogsmeade and the promise of no classes the following morning, though your group added nothing to the exuberance. You ate in relative silence, save for the sound of Remus repeatedly stabbing slices of pork chops with the thick metal prongs to add onto his plate. You lingered there until the very last scattering of students began to get up to leave, your group eventually following.

“I wonder where he is,” Marlene mumbled, her voice barely discernible despite the fact that you were standing right beside her. 

You trudged up the staircase towards the tower, trying to think of a suitable thing to say. You had no clue where he could be, if he was still with his brother or not, or if James was right and he was tucked away somewhere wallowing in the agony of his brother's future. You didn’t dare bring up the latter point again, not when you could see the hurt behind Marlene’s eyes. You hadn’t pressed her on the topic of Sirius lately, though you had a good enough idea that it was bothering her more than she was letting on. 

“Remus is right,” you began, speaking close to her ear. “He’ll be back tonight.”

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It was another early morning on Sunday, though a dream had not been what awoke you. Dorcas was snoring again, having forgotten to cast a silencing charm. Marlene and Lily appeared unaffected, neither stirring behind the curtains of their four-posters. It was a wasted effort to fall back asleep, so you gave in to the early morning sunlight. You dressed for the day, lugging your books into the common room like you had done a thousand times before, hoping that you could make some use of your extra time. 

Sirius had not come back the previous night, at least not to the common room before you went to bed. You assumed he must have staggered up to his room at some point, the need to sleep likely overpowering his desire to self isolate. 

Unsurprisingly, there was no sign of him as you set your books on to one of the common room tables, flattening out a roll of parchment as you flipped one open. You’d have to actually practice Transfiguration later, though notes would do for now. It was as good a way as any to rid your mind of what your friends had said to you the day before, Lily’s words breaking through most of all. “Even if you don’t have the sight, you’re gifted, more than you give yourself credit for.” Trusting one’s gut was always a good thing, though their confidence in your abilities was reaching James-level trust. You couldn’t even figure out your own future, much less anyone else’s. Lily always was too kind to you. 

Your quill tapped against your parchment as your eyes glazed across the same sentence over and over, your mind refusing to accept the words into recognition. Like a fist banging on a door, your problems would not allow you to focus on anything else. You couldn’t shake what you had thought the evening before, the ideas that had popped into your head on the way back to the castle…

You didn’t bother removing your things from the common room, rather gathering them into a neat pile and shoving it to the far side of the table. Without much of a plan other than going to the kitchens, you left the tower, making the long trek down to the basement. The castle was completely silent, though the kitchens were anything but.

As soon as you pushed open the painting you were met with various clatters coming from the far rooms, the house elves moving swiftly to and from the pantry, weaving around one another as if they could predict the others movements. Silver trays floated in the air behind them, bags of flour sent flurries of powder as they were plopped onto the floor, whisks spun rapidly in massive bowls of batter. It was controlled chaos, and you only hoped that your presence wouldn’t push it over the edge into complete disarray. 

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you tried to walk between them, though you were less talented at knowing just where they were about to step than they were. A few looked up at you with furrowed, irritated brows, others ignoring you completely. 

It was only when you made it to the pantry that you heard the sound of your name. You spun around, finding Isby staring at you from across the room, her large ears pulled back. 

“Isby,” you said, trying to soften her hardened eyes. Her hands were on her hips, her little feet stomping towards you as you smiled. “Good morning.”

“Miss L/N never said she would not be returning,” she grumbled, glaring up at you. “Isby had to call on the Headmaster, I was so worried.”

The regret over forgetting about Isby hit you instantly like a cannonball to your chest. In all honesty, you thought she’d be happy not to have so many students piling into the kitchens so often. 

“I’m sorry, Isby,” you said, trying your best to show your sincerity. “I didn’t know you’d worry.”

“Professor Dumbledore put Isby in charge of your care in the kitchens. Isby takes her job very seriously,” she said, crossing her arms. 

“Everythings all right now,” you said, though you weren’t sure how truthful that really was. “Professor Dumbledore had it taken care of.”

“Taken care of,” she said under her breath, her large eyes darting across the floor. She glanced up again, her ears shifting back to their normal position. “Isby has forgiven you.”

You smiled warmly, crouching down to meet her at eye level. “Thank you, Isby, for everything.”

“Miss L/N must stay out of trouble,” she began, briefly looking around at the other house elves, still bustling around the room. “Isby must go.”

You stood back up, watching as she disappeared in the pandemonium, which now appeared more like a hive of busy bees than house elves. 

You gathered a few eggs, a bowl, and a pastry for later, wrapping it up in a napkin before making yourself a small space at one of the house elf sized tables, smiling at the memory of sitting there with James. You didn’t let yourself think of it long, focusing instead on the task at hand. 

Setting the bowl in front of you, you thought of Regulus as you cracked the first egg above it, imagining Sirius running towards him through the Hogsmeade bustle. You peered down, watching as it splattered against the sides. You hummed to yourself, searching for any discernable shape or pattern that you recognized from your textbooks, though at first glance, you noticed nothing. Maybe ovomancy wasn’t for you. 

After a few more minutes of trying to make out some sign, you gave up, waving your wand and getting rid of the first egg. The kitchen was still loud, filled with the hissing sound of sausages and eggs frying followed shortly by their smell, the oven doors opening and slamming shut over and over, the pitter-patter of a hundred little feet flying across the stone floors. You rested your elbows on your knees, your head falling into your hands as you tried to shut it all out. With your eyes closed, you tried to think of Regulus again, this time imagining something you hadn’t seen. 

Regulus, his black hair slicked neatly back, his grey eyes like storm clouds, a color you could see even from passing him in busy corridors, his pale arm, held out as a wand touched his skin, an inky mark creeping its way onto the surface, the same one you had seen in the Prophet, suspended in the sky above the scene of a wicked crime.

Quickly, you opened your eyes, grabbing the second egg and cracking it a ways above the bowl. It splattered in the same manner, hitting the bottom before moving up the sides like waves in a tempest, nearly spilling over the lip. Your keen eyes stared as it settled, shifting back and forth before slowing, the clear white marbling in the broken yolk. Just when you thought it was finished, the deep yellow began to swirl once more, refusing to remain stagnant as its predecessor had. You held your breath without meaning to, your jaw clenching as it took a new shape, forming with other wayward blobs to create new masses, separating from others in the opposite manner. In a few seconds, you could see the picture it was forming, distinct against the white of the egg. An hourglass. 

With a quivering hand you flicked your wand again, the egg disappearing and leaving the bowl clean. You could feel your breath shuddering too, your eyes staring blankly at the kitchen in front of you. Without much thought, you grabbed your pastry, forgetting the bowl as you walked from the kitchen out into the basement corridor, your mind mostly blank. You felt half asleep as you made your way back to the common room, your feet feeling as if you had heavy, metal boots on, like the ones on the knights in the Entrance Hall. You weren’t sure you had gotten anything clearer in your entire life, and for whatever reason, it frightened you beyond belief. 

When you made it back to the common room there were only a few students mulling about, their curious eyes following you as you went over to the table where your things were piled, taking them into your arms before you flew up the stairs to the girl’s dormitories. Ever since the public display of near-violence between James, Sirius, and Zephyr, it was difficult to shake your housemates' newfound interest in you. Still, you were thankful no one seemed to be brave enough to press you on it, ironically enough. You likely had James to thank for that. 

Your roommates were awake when you slammed the door behind you, the pastry still clucked between a napkin in your hand. They all stared at you, each with the same perplexed expression. 

“Where’ve you been?” Lily asked, folding up a jumper to put back into her trunk. 

“Studying,” you said, motioning with your books. You looked down into your other hand, noticing the pastry had been all but decimated. “Went to the kitchens, too. Do you want this, Dorcas?”

She smiled, waltzing over to take the pastry from you, not phased by the fact that it had been flattened. “This’ll hold me over,” she chuckled, taking a bite out of it. 

You dropped your books off at your desk before getting ready for breakfast, even though you had already done everything you needed to this morning. Your friends waited patiently as you idled in the lavatory, saying nothing as you paced the small room. You ran the faucet, just so it would sound like you were doing something rather than wasting their time. You hadn’t the mind to feel guilty about it, staring at your reflection in the mirror as if your eyes, backwards from the way the world saw you, held the answer of what you should do. With your thoughts a little less scrambled, you were able to reason that Sirius had not gotten a straight answer out of Regulus. It was likely his brother was still debating over what he should do, though just as it had been a week prior, Regulus’s time to decide was running out. 

You shut off the water, rubbing at the crease between your brows before facing your friends once again, your mind marginally clearer. 

“You didn’t see Sirius at all, did you?” Lily asked as you walked down to breakfast. 

“No,” you said, your mouth pulling to the side. “I hope he’s doing all right, or as good as he can be.”

“James won’t let him hide for too long,” said Lily, her voice suddenly brighter than yours, less weighed down. You didn’t know where she got her serenity from, but you wanted some of your own. 

Sirius was at breakfast, though he looked like he’d been run over by a pack of hippogriffs and then dunked head first into the Black Lake. There were deep purple bags under his eyes, bold against the sickly pallor of his skin. He was worse than you’d ever seen him before, almost as if he were deathly ill, and distinctly depressed. His countenance was no better than his looks, his shoulders rounded forward, his neck angled downward towards his plate, nearly empty save for the sausage and toast Remus had given him. He touched nothing, not even his tea. 

You, and surely your dormmates, were all itching to ask him the same question: how did it go? Though, no one dared to say a word about it. A few meaningless, hollow comments about classes and quidditch were thrown out just to break the tension a bit, but little else was said. It was probably just a victory they had gotten him down here, you realized, making it unlikely any would try and push their luck. 

“You should come to the library with us,” Lily said to the others as you all stood to leave the Great Hall. You had forgotten you had made plans with her to do so. “First thing after breakfast, Y/N. We need to start seriously preparing!”

“Who?” James asked.

Lily shrugged. “All of you.”

You knew what she was trying to do, though it didn’t seem like she was attempting to hide it too thoroughly. James looked to Sirius, though his eyes were far off, staring straight ahead as you left the hall. 

“You wanna go, Padfoot?” James asked.

Briefly, Sirius’s eyes drifted towards James, his mouth barely moving as he mumbled, “Sure.”

With Sirius’s blessing, that meant Remus and Peter would follow, or so you hoped. You all went back to the common room to get your things before going back down the library, your assumption being correct. Remus lugged more books in his bag than any of you, even Lily, who seemed to bring almost her entire eight-class course load. Peter seemed to obey only for Sirius’s sake, looking almost as upset as him as you found your places at one of the only free tables large enough for all of you to fit. The library was fairly full, just as it was every weekend, though the fact that you were nearing the end of term only made it more congested. The only reason you were likely able to get a table with eight chairs was due to Lily’s instance of getting there so early. 

Unconsciously, you found yourself sitting beside James, taking out your things from your bag without so much of a thought about your choice. As soon as you flipped open your advanced Astronomy textbook, the realization of his closeness sent a flurry of nerves through your stomach like a jolt of energy before it faded away. It was getting more difficult to force yourself away from him during casual moments, moments when you weren’t thinking about how you ought to act or where you should look. The longer you two were together, really together, the more you had to fight against it, even more so than you had before. It was if you floated to his side, pulled in by a gravitational force of blinding, warm light that seemed to radiate off of him at all times. As you attempted to continue jotting down your notes, hoping you were acting inconspicuous, you realized that he probably did the same, though you just hadn’t noticed, too caught up in the sight of him to recognize if you had walked closer or if he had beat you to it.  

At one head of the table, Sirius sat in a grumpy stupor, his eyes still agonized by heavy, drooping lids. He sat back in his chair, not bothering to look down at any of his school work, which you were sure had been piling up for him over the past week. You peeked at him out of the corner of your eye, your leg bouncing as you thought of a way to get James alone so you could pester him for details. 

Your quill hovered above your parchment as you decided what to do, giving in to your first instinct after only a brief moment of deliberation. You scribbled something down in the margins, slanted to the right so that James could read it more easily. You glanced up, looking around at the rest of your friends. They all were fairly engrossed in their own work, other than Sirius and Peter, though neither were looking your way. Lily, the most important person to consider, was staring down into a giant, leather-bound book, her brows scrunched as she muttered the words so softly you couldn’t hear. 

Your eyes darted back towards James as you tapped the tip of his shoe with yours, trying not to lose yourself in the picture of his face, downturned towards his own work, his lips barely parted. His head perked up, turning towards you as his glasses slipped down his nose. Instantly, your eyes shot back down to your own paper, inching it closer to him. He took your meaning immediately, reading your parchment as you went back to pretending to study. 

Follow me in five minutes.

After a few seconds you folded up the parchment, sticking it into your textbook before closing it. You stood, taking your copy of Advanced Astronomy into your arms before heading towards the stacks. You only got a few steps away before Marlene turned around, watching you leave. 

“Where’re you going?” she asked, whispering. 

Remus and Dorcas’s head popped up as well, though Lily stayed entirely occupied, lost in her reading. 

“I have to cross reference something on pulsars, you know, the type of neuron star that—”

“Forgive me for asking,” she mumbled, turning back around. 

You spun on your heels before anyone could see your triumphant smirk, all too pleased with yourself as you escaped into the long rows of tall shelves, twisting and turning like a labyrinth in the wide space. You didn’t go far, ducking away beside one of the large, pointed windows, the morning light washing the dark wood with golden light. You leaned against the shelf, your fingers tapping against your book as you watched a few students pass, all quiet as a mouse. 

It was definitely less than five minutes when James found you, or rather you found him, stepping out into the aisle as you watched him whizz by. Any other time you would have chastised him for it, though you knew it was the last thing he needed. 

“James,” you whispered, catching his wrist. 

As your hand slipped away he grabbed it, holding you as he swiveled his head around to see if anyone was watching. 

“We need to talk,” you said, “but not here.”

He nodded, letting go of your hand as you walked as quickly as you could without it reasonably counting as a jog to the furthest, most undisturbed corner of the library. It was the same place you had gone after Zephyr reappeared in Gryffindor Tower, when James had guarded you so fiercely you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize he was in love with you. 

“What happened with Regulus?” you asked, your voice still hushed. 

James’s face fell, his expression so grim it made your chest ache. “He talked to him, but he doesn’t think it made any difference.”

Your heartbeat quickened, dread mixing with the awful concoction already churning in your stomach. “What did he say? What did Regulus say?”

“I think the main gist of what Regulus said was ‘butt out’ and ‘fuck off’,” James answered, his expression pained as he imagined it. 

“He didn’t seem unsure, or like he might not go through with it?” you asked, some of your hope drifting away. You longed to grasp it, force it back towards you where you could hold to it as long as possible. 

“Padfoot didn’t say much,” he sighed, running a hand through his curls, dark in the low light. “But I’m not entirely sure I trust him, either. He’s never had a clear head when it comes to his brother.”

You thought for a moment, your textbook held tightly against your chest. “Did he offer a place for him to stay— with him, in London?”

“They already live in London.”

“You know what I mean,” you said, staring at him expectantly. 

“I don’t know,” he muttered, shaking his head. His hands came down to his hips, his head slumped forward for a beat. “We’re just lucky he’s out with the living right now. I didn’t exactly push him for answers,” there was a clip to his tone, though you knew it wasn’t because of you. 

Sirius was your friend, but he was James’s best friend. You knew he had a way of taking things on, carrying burdens even if it wouldn’t lighten the others load. It was one of his best traits, something that made you love him even more, though his innate dramatism did not help him in hiding it. 

You set your book down on the table, stepping back in front of him so he had to look you in the eyes. He did without question, his irises shaded by his lashes, heavy in your quiet corner. You stroked his cheek, warm to the touch, frowning all the while. You hated every bit of all of it; the immeasurable amount of pain Sirius was feeling, the uncertain fate of Regulus, and James’s breaking heart. While not your top priority, you tried to soothe him the best you could, running your fingers along his hairline. 

“We can help him,” you said, just loud enough for him to hear. You tried to think of something else to say to ease some of his worries, though all you could settle on was an ill-fated statement that you knew he would argue against. You said it anyway. “It’s no different than the way it was before, when he thought Regulus was lost.”

“I’m not sure he ever thought he was lost,” he said with a sadness trembling in his voice, his eyes fluttering shut. He brought his hand up to rest over yours, keeping it in place. When he opened his eyes again, he let out a short, worn breath, laced with the unmistakable sting of sorrow. “I think he always thought there was a chance…that maybe one day Regulus would, I don’t know, change his mind.”

Your face crumbled, though you caught yourself, forcing a brave front, even if you knew James would be able to see through it all too easily. It was always worth a try, if it were for him. 

“There's still a chance. Like you said, you don’t know what really happened. Who knows how Sirius is interpreting it,” you paused, your eyes drifting from his. “This morning I went down to the kitchens before anyone else woke up— I couldn’t sleep. I tried ovomancy, y’know, the egg thing?” 

You looked back up, James nodding. 

“I thought of Regulus, just to see if I really could predict his future, or at least get a reading,” you continued, taking a breath that shuddered in your lungs. “I saw an hourglass, which seems pretty self explanatory.”

A flash of horror crossed James’s face, though you pressed your palm tighter to his face, cupping his jaw. 

“No, no, James, this is good. It means he hasn’t decided. If he was certain, or fairly certain, why would time be running out? It would already be out.”

Horror was replaced by realization, realization by a faint glimmer of hope. He pressed his lips to yours quickly, pulling away before you could even register what he had done. He broke out into an astonished smile as he looked back at you, laughing quietly to himself. 

“You’re amazing,” he breathed. “Bloody amazing.”

You shook your head at him, using the freedom of your newly released hand to brush a curl behind his ear. “It’s nothing, really—”

“It’s everything,” he said, grabbing your hand to cradle it against his chest, fully enveloped between his. “When are you going to realize how gifted you are, how special this is? I’ll prop you up forever if I have to— actually, I’ll do it even if you do realize— but you should start giving yourself some credit,” his voice dripped with honeyed warmth, his words rushing out in a low voice fighting against exultation. 

You didn’t know what to say, forgetting how to speak, though you didn’t need to. James was off again, still caught up in the excitement of your discovery. 

“You have to tell Sirius. You don’t mind, right? You don’t have to, but I think we should—”

“Of course, I will,” you interrupted. “I didn’t know when it would be the right time. He’s very…fragile right now.” It felt odd to say, wrong to call Sirius such a term. He was strong, almost impossibly so, though there was no other word you could think of that would adequately capture what you saw today. You couldn’t blame him, either. If it were you, you would’ve been a heap on the floor years ago, absolutely useless. 

James’s thumb rubbed across the back of your hand, gnawing at his lip as he considered what you said. “You’re right. I’ll find a good time to do it, maybe tonight. For now, could you keep it between us? I think he’d be pretty peeved if everyone else knew before him.”

“Of course,” you said with a single nod.

After a beat James reached up to cradle your face, kissing your forehead before letting out a single, small laugh into your skin. “My girl’s hot and she can predict the future.”

You scowled at him, hitting his arm softly. “It's not a prediction, it’s a reading,” you corrected, your ears burning up. You hoped he couldn’t feel the heat in your face, though you were fairly certain that he could, and that he was probably reveling in it. 

“And brilliant,” he said, still beaming. He pressed the back of his hand onto the side of your neck with a smirk, sending a shiver down your spin. “You are hot, though. Was it something I said?”

“I think I have dragon pox. It’s highly contagious. You better get away from me or you’ll catch it,” you said, your voice flat. 

He laughed, a bit too loud for the library, though you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. His eyes shined, some of his earlier worries gone, at least for the moment. You were happy to have done it, even if you knew it wouldn’t last. 

“You’re worth a trip to Poppy’s.”

He leaned in, kissing you a bit longer this time, dragging it out just to the edge of something more, something fuller. When he stepped away he still looked impish, motioning for you to follow as he slipped back into the winding shelves towards the main aisle. You grabbed your textbook to follow him, shaking your head. 

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You guessed James must have found a time to tell him, because all throughout breakfast on Monday, Sirius kept stealing glances your way. You weren’t sure if he was trying to hide it or not, though every once in a while you’d catch him peeking up from his food, his eyes darting over to your face before returning back to something else in a quick, flashing movement. After the first couple of times you turned away from him, allowing him to stare at you without the embarrassment of being caught, though you weren’t sure it was even possible for you to embarrass Sirius. Like James, it took true humiliation to knock away his front of pure confidence. 

After breakfast, Remus and Peter went off to do who-knows-what, leaving you and Dorcas to go back up to the tower while the rest went to a double period of Arithmancy, a subject you were quite happy to never have taken. The two of you sat on the overstuffed red sofa by the fireplace, surrounded by other sixth and seventh years with free periods doing the same thing as yourself. It was warm enough that a fire was unnecessary, its melody of crackles and pops strangely absent from the usual noises of the common room. Now, it was simply hushed voices or a stray laugh, the scratching of quills and the turning of pages. 

As you did your homework, the sounds began to wear on you, mixing with one another in a low cacophony of jagged, disjointed parts to an awful song. You fiddled with your quill, your jaw tight as your eyes bore holes into the page. You could feel your heart beginning to bang, harder and harder, against your chest. Soon, the air was suffocating, leaving you no other choice but to pop up from the sofa in a sudden jerk. 

Dorcas looked up at you, pushing her thick, curling hair from her face as she watched you gather your books. “What's wrong?’

“Nothing,” you muttered, glancing around you at the other students. A few were watching you, some of whom you knew quite well, though none brave enough to meet your eyes once you caught there's. The beating of your heart had not slowed, leaving you unconcerned with the curiosity of your classmates. Briefly, you wondered if you were going mad from stress. 

Your daze was only broken by Dorcas, who said your name as you began to walk away. She stood up, though you only shook your head, ducking out of the common room like a rabbit being chased by a fox. 

You didn’t need a crystal ball to predict what would happen in your future. “What's up with you? Why are you acting so weird? Is anything wrong?” The gentler questions would come from Lily, though the meanings would all be the same. It wouldn’t matter, though, because this time you could tell them. With Sirius in the know, the only silver lining was that for once, you didn’t have to keep secrets. 

Even so, you knew Sirius would be furious with you for meddling in his family life, in his life, using a form of magic he placed no weight into. While he was kind enough to keep his comments to mere jokes, you knew how he truly felt. He thought you were foolish for believing that you, who wasn’t even a Seer, could somehow gain any insight into the future. You also had a sneaking suspicion that fate (or at least the very probable chance that something would happen), terrified him to no end. He had already been dealt a bad hand, and you couldn’t blame him for raging against the idea that it all was set in the stars, that he had little control of what happened to him next. 

You agreed with him, at least in part, for one always had the power to change their decisions, to decide on a different course. But how often do people change their minds once they’ve started on a certain path? You didn’t know, and the uncertainty of the answer haunted you as you rushed through the corridors, your feet seeming to know where you were going better than you did. The walls faded into a blur of limestone pillars and carvings, the puffs of orange flames turning into streaks of vibrant color against the grey. 

You found yourself on the fourth floor, turning into the empty classroom you had frequented a dozen times before. You weren’t sure if you were planning on taking the mirror passage into Hogsmeade, hide away in its cavern, or stare into the mirror itself, though all of these choices were made moot when you saw Sirius standing in the room. His back was to you, staring into the mirror. As soon as you opened the door he turned around, his eyes widening. He fixed himself quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets as she sauntered closer to you, completely at ease. 

“Hey, L/N,” he drawled, though his mouth was missing the teasing smirk that so often went with that tone. 

“Hey,” you said, just barely getting the words out. He still looked sickly, only slightly better than yesterday. His hair was pulled back into a low, loose bun, strands sticking out in a state of dishevelment. Normally, it would have seemed suave on him, perfectly imperfect, though now it looked just as it would on anyone else: frowzy. “Bunking off?”

He shrugged, his shoulders falling in a heavy, dead movement. “Double period. It gets pretty boring after an hour and a half,” he said, sounding wearier the more he spoke. He looked down at his uniform dress shoes, polished and shining. “Didn’t know that breakfast food knew the future.”

You chuckled softly, meandering further into the room. “It’s not really the eggs that know, it’s just how they fall. I do all the heavy lifting.”

You were overjoyed to hear him laugh, even if it was strained. 

“Even though I don’t believe in any of that shite,” he began, a forced smile creeping on his lips, “thanks for not telling anyone else. You know how fucking fussy they can be.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m still too angry with you to pamper,” you joked. 

He raised his brows. “Then why’d you read my brother's future?”

“That was a favor to Regulus,” you said with a wave of your hand. “He owes me, but he doesn’t know it yet. One day I’ll make him buy me something nice and expensive, y’know, to call it even.”

You knew he was far too clever to miss what you were implying, though it’d take a lot to miss it. Regulus will come back to you. You weren’t even sure if you were that confident, though Sirius didn’t need to know. 

He rocked a bit on his toes, his head turning sharply away. His mouth fell, twisting into a doleful grimace. “I’ll pass on the message,” he mumbled, the words gritting between his clenched teeth. 

Your heart panged, your fingers tightening around the spine of your book. You knew you shouldn’t be joking about it, taking things so lightly. Your apologies rushed out, much like Marlene’s had, escaping you before you could stop them, “I’m— Merlin…I’m sorry, Sirius. I know that I shouldn’t have meddled in your life. I feel awful about it, really.”

He sighed, looking back at you once you were finished. “You’re unbelievable.” He shook his head, chuckling bitterly. “You’re a real fucking guilt machine, aren’t you?”

His anger all seemed to flow inward, absorbed into his own chest before any of it could reach you. You watched his face distort again, his brows angled and pinched. 

“What?” you asked, taking a hesitant step towards him, just to test the waters. 

He was still chuckling, though it was sour, ugly in the air. “Meddle all you want, Y/N, I don’t care about any of it. I fucked with you for how long?” He motioned to you, letting his hand drop against his leg. “I was a dick, and you keep forgiving me. I’m a dick to everyone and somehow none of you will leave me alone,” his volume rose, exasperated as he continued on. 

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, coming to stand only a foot away from him. “Stop it, Sirius. This is— you’re not thinking clearly. We’re your friends, we understand. You don’t have to be happy-go-lucky all the time.”

“Why aren’t you upset with me about Marlene? What about that?” he asked, trying to egg you on. 

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “She’s over it, so there’s no reason for me to hold a grudge on her behalf. I know I wouldn’t want her to, if it were me.”

“We both know she’s not over it,” he muttered, entirely different from how he was a moment ago. He was smaller now, whatever had been building within him settling to a low, ruminating simmer.

“It’s fine, Sirius. It's a teenage romance. By the summer she’ll be good as new, and probably dating someone else,” you said, hoping your words were true. 

He didn’t speak for a long moment, sucking on his teeth while his eyes ran along the floor. You waited patiently, studying his tortured expression. 

“James really loves you, you know. It’s disgusting,” he whispered with no humor despite his clear attempt at jest. 

You filled your lungs with air, slowly letting it out. “I know.”

“And I thought Lily was bad,” he said, chuckling a bit this time. His eyes, brilliantly grey, met yours. “When we’re alone I never hear the end of it.”

A smile twitched in one corner of your mouth, though your face was still dominated by a growing sadness. “Must be awful for you.”

He began to walk away, his steps slow and uncalculated, moving at his first instinct in no clear direction.

“With Lily it was all lovey-dovey, gushy stuff,” he mocked, sending a sharp pang through your nerves, though he couldn’t see, turned away from you. “I didn’t think it could get worse than that, but Merlin, was I wrong.” 

A strange feeling of relief washed over you, easing a flash of worry that somehow James’s obsession with Lily was greater than his for you. You felt guilty for it, though you couldn’t allow yourself the time to dissect the meaning.

Sirius laughed under his breath, his head bent towards the floor. It was another long pause before he continued, the ache in his voice poorly disguised through his whisper, “It’s the same way his parents are. I mean, they don’t go on and on about how in love they are with each other in front of me,” he let out a breathy laugh again. “But you can tell, when you look at them.”

Your feet might as well have been glued to the floor. If you wanted to move, you couldn’t, frozen in place as you listened to him. His voice was crushing, full of a pain so foreign to you that your mind could not wrap around it. 

“I don’t think he knows how lucky he is to have parents like that. He knows, in a way— it’s not hard when you have me as a comparison,” he faltered, clearing his throat. “I’m not sure my parents ever really loved each other. I can’t really imagine either of them loving anyone.” He stopped walking, his hand resting on one of the small, wooden desks. “I guess it’s not hard to understand why he’s good at it and I’m not. It’s so bloody easy for him. If he were anyone else I’d fucking hate him.”

Your mind reeled, wondering why he was choosing to tell you this. Perhaps it was self-retribution, you thought, for all the secrets of yours he somehow found out about. Still, even though he had acted poorly, even though he had been a bad friend, you didn’t know if you deserved to hear any of this. 

“You could go back there, you know,” you said, somehow finding your voice. It was small, but enough. “The Potter’s would have you back in a second, if you asked.”

He nodded, peeking over his shoulder. Your eyes met briefly before he looked away again. “Yeah, I know.”

“If you bought Marlene a butterbeer, she’d go out with you again,” you said, trying to force some lightness into your words. It seemed to have worked, for his shoulders shook in what you assumed to be a silent laugh. 

When he didn’t say anything, you continued, “I know I said she’ll get over it, and I wasn’t lying, but she doesn’t have to.” That seemed to catch his attention, his head picking up. “She still likes you, Sirius, but she’s also still a little livid. If you treat her like a normal boyfriend she’ll be head over heels in no time. You might have to…repair some damage, but it’ll work out, if you want it to.”

“If I want it to,” he repeated, an edge to his tone. 

You ignored it, nodding even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah, if you don’t drop her like you do with everyone else,” you said softly, trying to ease some of the harshness of your words. Still, you cringed as you said it. “I think it would be good for you, good for her, too. I really think that one day you might love her as much as James loves me. But even if you don’t, even if it doesn’t work out, at least you can say that you tried, that you gave it your best shot.”

You wondered if you were talking about Marlene or Regulus, though you weren’t sure it mattered. The point stood for both, whether Sirius liked it or not. 

“Can’t you just hex me again?” he said, finally turning around. His brows were raised, his face otherwise blank. 

“Maybe some other time,” you said, matching his expression. You studied him as he walked closer, passing you as if he was heading to leave. You spun around, wanting desperately to stop him, to keep him here just a little while longer, where he was forced to listen to you. “Did James tell you what I thought it meant, the hourglass?”

Sirius stopped, spinning back around. His face was dragged down, his eyes tired. “Yeah.”

“Then you know,” you began, your lingering sliver of hope for Regulus building back up again. “It means he isn’t settled, he’s undecided. Snape was right.”

His name made Sirius recoil a bit, as if his body was ridding itself of a mild poison. His jaw set, the rest of his body tensing. “If I promise to try, will you leave me alone?”

You couldn’t help your smile, not wide enough to show your teeth, but enough to show him that you were pleased. “I cross my heart.”

“You’ve got a deal, sister,” he said, whipping open the door and striding out, not looking back as it shut behind him. 

The bell tower rang, marking the end of second period. You had to go to History of Magic, though you were surely going to be late, given that your bag was all the way up in Gryffindor Tower. However, you still couldn’t help but turn around towards the mirror, drawn in by the image you knew you’d see. It wasn’t as if Professor Binns would notice your tardiness, anyway. 

Slowly, you walked towards it, tall and proud where it was sitting in the corner. The nearer you got, the clearer the image became, materializing like a ghost beside you. James was standing next to you, nearly pressing against your shoulder. He held the same bright smile that you loved the most, easy and entirely unforced. His hair was a mess of wild curls, barely tamed, wearing the jeans that always sent your cheeks ablaze. Every few seconds he would glance at you in the reflection, the happiest he could be, his own face blushing when he met your eyes. It was the same thing that you’ve seen for over a year, though now you knew it was real, more than just a fantasy. The only difference was your hands, each wearing a ring. 

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After classes on Tuesday, you and James retreated to the east side of the lake, too far for anyone to see anything other than two blurry dots, sometimes shifting amongst the grass. The transistor radio rested beside you, playing an acoustic song that you knew but James didn’t. You hummed along to the tune, your back against his chest as you gazed out across the water, the sunlight warm against your face. James kissed the side of your head, resting his cheek against you. 

You already told him about your conversation with Sirius, leaving out everything but his promise to try and get through to his brother. James was happy to have heard that, though you could still feel it in the way he carried himself, in the way he was playing with your fingers, that it had lifted very little weight from his worries. 

“I like this song,” you said when it changed to another, just as slow. “This DJ has good taste.”

The water lapped at the shallow shore, mixing with the fingerpicking, the soft accent of the man singing about love. 

“This one, I know,” James said, his voice rumbling against your back. 

You chuckled, twisting your head to look at him. “How cultured of you.”

He pouted at your teasing, his brows pinched as he reached up to touch the side of your face, feather light along your jaw. “Good thing I have thick skin, around you,” he grumbled, moving down to the side of your neck. His thumb brushed just under your chin, moving languidly over your throat. 

You buzzed, your head thrown back to rest against his shoulder. All your clever, biting jabs were forgotten, washed away by his mouth as he kissed the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then just beside your ear. 

By some miracle, you found your wit again, making a dissatisfied noise as your eyes shut. “Don’t be a tease.”

The back of your eyelids, orange from the light of the sun, were set in shadow as James chuckled, leaning down again. He kissed you, and the swell of love resounded like a thousand violins, all playing a single, sublimely beautiful note.

Chapter Twenty-Four

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[chaos-chloe]

Goodwill Chronicles

Summary: The irl shopping bit stream ?

TW: Mod!reader, Friends to lovers?, admiration

The fluorescent lights of Goodwill flickered, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic racks of discarded clothing. Droid, bless his cotton socks, was sweating bullets. He wasn't built for thrift store chaos. His face, usually a picture of serene composure, was scrunched into an expression of mild bewilderment as he navigated a mountain of floral print dresses.

"Guys, are you sure this counts as content?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled by the phone strapped to his chest. The phone, broadcasting their IRL livestream to a rapidly growing audience, gave the whole scene a surreal quality. Pezzy, perpetually clad in bright neon and sporting an eternally cheerful grin, bounced beside him. Puffer, a gentle giant who looked perpetually uncomfortable in his own skin, trailed behind, his eyes darting nervously. And Grizzy, ever the pragmatist, was muttering about bacterial loads and the sheer volume of polyester.

"Of course it's content, Droid!" Pezzy chirped, grabbing a sequined vest. "It's 'Thrifting with the Droids'! Pure gold!"

I, meanwhile, was having the time of my life. Rummaging through racks of faded black lace and ripped denim, I was in my element. Goodwill was a treasure trove for a gothic heart like mine. A black velvet corset? Score. A pair of combat boots with enough buckles to launch a small spacecraft? Jackpot.

My laughter echoed through the aisles, "Ooh, look at this!" I chirped, holding up a black velvet corset embroidered with crimson roses. Droid, ever the dutiful cameraman, swiveled his head – and the attached camera – towards me. He was mid-stream, his feed titled "Goodwill Gauntlet with the Bois!" to a surprisingly large audience.

"Alright, chat," Pezzy announced, his voice slightly muffled by his fear-induced curling, "We're here at Goodwill, trying to find… uh… something redeeming."

His attempt at humor was largely met with groans in the chat. I snorted, already elbow-deep in a rack of discarded dresses.

"She's already winning," Puffer cackled, pointing his spiky finger at my progress. "Look at her, diving into the depths of discarded gothic fabulousness!"

I unearthed a tattered lace shawl and held it up, grinning. "Gothic treasure hunt in progress! You wouldn't believe the stuff people throw away."

The guys groaned and continued their own, less successful searches. Pezzy was currently trying to disinfect a slightly stained Garfield plushie. Grizzy was trapped between a mountain of denim jackets and a display of mismatched teacups. Puffer, predictably, had started a small argument with a mannequin wearing a questionable Hawaiian shirt.

"This isn't really our vibe, is it?" he muttered, his eyes fixed on a particularly offensive Hawaiian shirt.

"This is worse than the time we tried to assemble that IKEA bed," Grizzy grumbled, his voice synthesized but still conveying pure misery.

I laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that caught Droid's attention. He panned the camera towards me, catching me off guard. I was examining a pair of lace-up boots, a mischievous glint in my eye.I was holding up a tattered black dress with a skull print, a mischievous grin on my face. Suddenly, the chat exploded.

"OMG IS THAT MAMA MOD?!"

"MAMA MOD SPOTTED!"

"LEGIT MAMA MOD AT GOODWILL?!"

"SHE'S EVEN GOTHER THAN I IMAGINED!"

"QUEEN! BOW DOWN, MORTALS!"

"Mama Mod spotted!"

"The goth queen has arrived!"

"Protect Mama Mod at all costs!"

My cheeks flushed. Okay, maybe I hadn't realized how much I was ‘Mama Mod’ in Droid's chat. I managed to stammer, "Hey, guys! Just… uh… helping the boys find some good deals."

Droid, bless his robotic heart, lingered the camera on me a little longer, highlighting the dramatic kohl eyeliner and the carefully ripped fishnets. Then, he focused back on the chaos that was his friends.

Pezzy, who was trying to decipher the chat comments, squeaked. "Wait, Mama Mod? You're… you're the Mama Mod?"

Puffer howled with laughter. "Dude, she's been moderating your chat and you didn't even know?!"

Grizzy, free from the denim, looked genuinely impressed. "She's got those ban hammers for a reason."

My cheeks flushed. I was Droid's main moderator (but I do hop into the other guy's chat), his right hand, his... Well, we'd been dancing around the edges of something more for a while now. Seeing the chat light up with adoration, and the faint blush creeping up Droid's neck, was both exhilarating and slightly mortifying.

Pezzy and Grizzy, ever the opportunists, started reading out some of the more outrageous comments.

"’She could wear a potato sack and still look like a goddess’," Pezzy read, winking at me.

“’Is it just me, or does Droid look like he’s about to spontaneously combust?’” Grizzy added with a snort.

I giggled, playfully pushing Grizzy. “Alright, alright, enough about me. Focus on the fashion fails!”

As the boys read out the increasingly ridiculous messages from the chat ("She's the Gothic Queen of Goodwill!", "I'd sell my soul for a thrift store date with Mama Mod!", "Protect her at all costs!"), I giggled, trying on a long, black velvet dress with bell sleeves. The dress was a little large, but with a belt, it would be perfect.

But as I turned back to the racks, trying on a fingerless lace glove, I caught Droid's eye. He'd abandoned the livestream for a moment, his gaze fixed on me. There was something different in his eyes, a warmth and intensity that went beyond polite admiration. It was a look that stripped away the carefully constructed barriers we'd both erected.

I tried on the tattered dress, pirouetting in front of an old mirror. As I turned, his eyes locked with mine again. This time, his gaze lingered, a silent conversation passing between us. It wasn’t just admiration I saw; it was a deeper connection, a yearning that mirrored my own. His aura, usually calm and contained, seemed to crackle with an undeniable energy.

As I continued to rifle through the racks, trying on more outfits – a ripped band tee, a faux leather jacket with silver studs, a pair of fingerless gloves – I couldn't help but notice Droid's optics following me. His aura, usually a steady hum, seemed to vibrate with a new, almost tangible energy. The camera dutifully followed, and the chat, of course, ate it up.

Goodwill shopping with ElasticDroid and the boys just got a whole lot more interesting. It seemed someone wasn't just moderating a chat anymore, and that someone might just be developing a crush. And honestly? I wasn't entirely sure I minded. After all, who could resist a robot with gothic tastes and a burgeoning crush on his Mama Mod? This Gothic treasure hunt suddenly became a lot more rewarding.

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Amethyst Haze

Dh!Master x fem!reader

Wc:5.8k

Warnings:rude aunty, awkward family moments, bullying behaviour. Alcohol

Synopsis: the master pays you a surprise visit multiple times <3

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

"How about a planet entirely made out of amethyst?" Cocky as ever, The Doctor looked at you and Yaz

excitedly. “I say entirely. Obviously there’s some brick, and stone, and cement. So it’s more seventy-perfect amethyst. But you get the picture.” She carried on, correcting herself slightly. It did sound interesting though, and you guys hadn’t tried a new planet in a while. The girl beside you grinned, folding her arms comfortably. 

"Sounds great!" Yaz beamed, glancing at you as you nod in agreement.

"I’ll love it. Purple is my favourite colour." The others looked at you in shock. Surely it was obvious, you had dyed your hair a deep plum colour recently.

"Is it? I wonder if that’s why, oh well. ready?" The doc spoke, pulling down on the lever beside her. Neither of you questioned her half finished statement.

———

As predicted, the planet was extremely beautiful. With soaring towers made from the pretty gem and buildings just the same. Roads of purple brick lined the streets, and even the royal guards donned that colour uniform. How did you know that? Well, apparently, your group were trespassing on an important festivity of the people. They had you locked up the second you were spotted. You hadn’t even been there an hour, only just getting into the city centre. Two guardsmen grabbed you, harshly taking you into the capitol building and down several floors. All three of you were thrown into an absolutely freezing cell, and told you’d be let out once the celebration was over. Once down there, it came as a shock to find you were not the only ones caught out of place. Furthermore, The Doctor looked baffled to find The Master pacing up and down. Now, you and Yaz were watching the timelords arguing. The blonde just couldn't believe that he was there in peace.

"I swear. I have no ill-intent." He sighed, throwing his head back against the wall. The master was across the room from you, leaving a hearty gap. As The Doctor was thinking of a good interrogation strategy, you made eye contact, and you smiled at him genuinely. To your surprise, he returned it. In your many encounters with the renegade timelord, you had honestly never been scared of him. Usually, he just made you laugh, somehow keeping you out of harms way.

"So, if you're not here to steal?" The doctor started, determined to get the truth out.

"Nope." He responded boredly.

"Raise an army?"

"No."

"Take over the Palace?"

"No."

"Kill the royal family?"

"No, Doctor!"

"Then why are you here?"

"To buy a present!" Eyes wide, you all stared at The Master completely shocked. That was unexpected. Smiling to yourself, you pat the empty space next to you. Yaz looked at you in question, but you just shrugged. 

"I dont think he's going to kill us. Relax." As you finished talking, The Master hummed and sat beside you. Opposite, The Doctor was watching him like a hawk. Exchanging a look of amusement, yaz sighed before joining her girlfriend. 

"You're buying someone a gift?" The blonde asked, unconvinced.

"Yep." He nod casually, eyes scanning the area as if searching for something. Your teeth were beginning to chatter quietly.

"Why here? There's whole planet's dedicated to shopping centres and gift giving." Rolling his eyes, The Master just stared at The Doctor blankly. As if her question was dumb.

"Well, the person I'm buying for really likes a certain colour that’s readily available here on Purpuartica." Sweet, he was clearly very considerate. Maybe he kept that part of him to himself. 

"You mean yourself?" Yaz's comment made everyone laugh. Even the man next to you scoffed lightly.

"No. Though I admit, she does have taste." He thought aloud, nodding in approval to no one in particular. As per usually, he was wearing his long tweed, purple coat. With the same colour waistcoat and shirt. More importantly, you noticed.

"Oh, a she?" You teased, hugging your knees tightly. It was getting exceptionally cold in there. Looking at you, he chuckled and gave a short shrug.

"Yes, why?" Grinning, you shivered lightly, trying to block out your environment.

"No reason." The Doctor watched you talking, realisation slowly dawning on her. He was so calm, so collected. Letting herself smile, she folded her arms. Clearly, she wasn’t feeling the cold like you and Yaz were.

"Didn’t take you to settle for anything less than yourself?" Turning to her, The Master sighed bitterly. He should have known she'd figure it out, but there was no need for the insinuated insult.

"She isn’t less than me, and you know that." He shot back, brows raised.

"I know, but think of the age gap!" She mocked his former self, making him roll his eyes. Giving the couple a pointed look, she deflated slightly. Looking out the tiny window, The Doctor frowned as a gust of wind blew in. The walls around the cell frosted over dramatically, and your arms tugged your knees closer to your chest. Giving the air a sonic, The Doctor let out a perturbed noise. 

"This isn't good. I hadn't planned to stay this long. It's only going to get colder." Next to her, yaz shook in her spot, cheeks deepening in colour. Instantly, the doc pulled her coat off and wrapped it around her, fastening it up. Yaz moved closer and allowed her girlfriend to hold her close. You watched them sadly, you had never felt more single. 

"Are they always this sickly?" The Master asked, shuffling towards you. Looking up at him, you nod.

"Yep. I deserve a medal for biggest third wheel." He laughed, resting his head back against the icy wall. Seeing as the doc and yaz were distracted with each other, you decided it wouldn't hurt; making conversation with The Master.

"You know, you reminded me I need to go gift shopping too." You told him, starting to shiver more violently. He looked you over, brows creasing. 

"You do?"

"Well it's nearly Christmas back on earth. Need to finish off my Christmas shopping." It was hard to speak, your lips were going numb. Subtly, The Master inched closer and began to unbutton his jacket.

"You like Christmas?" He asked curiously, getting the last button open. 

"I love it. Though, its pretty lonely." 

"Small family?" You shook your head, fingers loosing all feeling. Even when you rubbed your hands together, it was useless. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around your waist. You were pulled down into The Masters chest and he wrapped his jacket around your form. Instantly, you were greeted with warmth and sank into his hold. Honestly, you didn't care if The Doctor or yaz could see. If she could be warm, you could be as well. 

"No. Just, every year, they continue to ask me why I'm single. Where's my boyfriend. It’s draining and very lonely." You explained, relaxing as the cold thawed out of your veins. Humming, The Master made sure his jacket reached around you properly. 

"Sounds it, love." Blushing, you chose to ignore the pet name. Your eyes grew heavy, the cold taking the energy away from you. The Master saw this, bringing his hand up to run through your hair softly. 

"Sleep. We'll be here a while longer."

———

"Well then. Why her?" The Doctor asked quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up. Shrugging, The Master continued to thread his fingers through your hair.

"I dont know. Why her?" He shot back, motioning to yaz. Grinning, the blonde let out a laugh. Seems they were stuck in the same situation.

"So, what are you going to do?" She was curious, eyeing your sleeping figure. All he did was tug you in more, sighing to himself.

"Well, I have this plan." 

———

Laughter woke you and Yaz a few hours later, your eyes opened slowly. You found The Doctor and The Master cackling not so quietly. Yaz looked at you confused, sitting up.

“Woah, are you two actually getting on?” She asked, cracking her neck slightly.

“Don’t sound too surprised. We grew up together.” Shrugging, The Doctor rubbed her back affectionately.

“That’s really sweet.” You mumbled, staying against The Masters chest. He made no effort to move either of you. It warmed you, more than physically. It felt natural, it felt safe.

“If I’m right, which I usually am, we should be let out soon. Get you both home.” The Doctor told you both as Yazmine handed her coat back. You gazed up at The Master, curious.

“What about you?”

“Well. I have to get this gift.” He smiled down at you, rubbing your side. Noticing your uneasy look, he chuckled and tapped your nose affectionately. “Don’t you worry about me, love.”

———⭐️

About a week later, you were yet again in trouble. You were running like your life depended on it. Because it did. Somehow, The Doctor had landed in a cyberwar space station. Not that you knew exactly who they were fighting, but they were definitely organic, like yourselves. There was a moment in which you’d been spotted, fight or flight kicking in. Now you had been split up and you had been running for what felt like hours. Hearing stomping, you turned your head only to crash into something.

“Woah there.” Relief flooded your veins as you looked up to see The Master. He held your arms and, subsequently, you up. “What are you doing here?” He was baffled to see you, eyes roaming your figure for injuries and such.

“Doctor.” That was all that needed to be said. He sighed, quickly pulling you along the corridor. It seemed he knew the place well, you tilted your head, holding onto his hand easily. “Is this your doing?” You teased, earning a grin from the man.

“It might be.” He started, making you scoff. “But it really was an accident.” The Master took you into what seemed to be a control room, letting you go and messing around with a keypad. A metal door shut behind, a loud click to signal it was locked. Perhaps you should have felt worried, that you were alone with The Master. The man who tried to become The Doctor. The Man that created the “CyberMasters”. Also the same man that kept you out of harms way, who listened to you. No, you felt perfectly content in this situation. You sat yourself on a leather chair that was situated by one of the control panels. “So, the Doctor appears to be stuck two levels from us. And four levels from her blessed Tardis.” He informed you, causing you to sigh in annoyance. That really didn’t surprise you. “Don’t you worry dear. I’ll get her to us, then I’ll get you all away from here.” The Master chuckled, closing his eyes momentarily to ‘contact’ The Doctor. Once he’d done that, he strolled over to you. “So, finished your Christmas shopping?” His casual question caught you off guard, but it was nice to see he remembered.

“Nearly. Just one person left to buy for.” You huffed, thinking about your family back on earth. Noticing your tone, The Master nonchalantly moved you, slipping onto the chair. You found yourself almost in the man’s lap, little space left between you. Instead of complaining, you accepted your fate and leant against him.

“And who is that, you don’t sound particularly happy about it?” He inquired.

“It’s my aunty. We don’t always get on.” You said, wondering if he’d want to know of all your family drama.

“Oh? Why’s that?” It seemed he did. You pursed your lips, not knowing where to begin. There was a lot she had done. Then again, The Master may have just perceived you as dramatic. “That bad?” He commented, seeing as you hadn’t spoken for a moment.

“Yeah, it can be. She’s just really opinionated, and doesn’t like how I dress. Or my job. Or my hair. Or my personality.”

“I don’t think I like your aunt.” He cut in, a small laugh passing your lips. “Have you considered gifting her nothing? It seems that’s exactly what she deserves.”

“I fear that would make Christmas very awkward.” He tut at your response, taking you in fully. Twirling a piece of your hair around his fingers, he spoke again. “I happen to think your hair is very nice.”

“That’s only because it’s purple.” You laughed, not minding the closeness at all. The Master smirked, nodding his head in approval.

“Well of course.” Just then, there was loud banging on the steal door, making you jolt away from the man. Reluctantly, he got up with a grumble, opening the door with the press of a button. “Took you long enough.” He sounded annoyed, though you felt as though it was more about being interrupted. The Doctor came in a hurry with Yaz right behind her. Out of breath, the brunette shook her head.

“She couldn’t follow your instructions. Kept trying to find shortcuts.” Yaz baited her girlfriend out, earning a playful shove.

“Well it felt like he was giving us a longer route!” The Doctor exasperated, arms in the air.

“Why would he do that? To hurt (y/n)?” Yaz worried.

“No!” All three of you said in response to the girls question. She looked around surprised. The Master grunted under his breath, busying himself with finding a way up to the tardis. Smiling, you stood up and looked over his shoulder, watching what he was doing. In the background, you could faintly hear the women still discussing.

“But after everything he’s done?”

“Trust me Yaz, he will not harm her.”

“But how do you-“

“I just know.” You didn’t look back, not minding their conversation at all.

“When is Christmas Day, for you?” The Master, also ignoring the girls, asked you lowly. You thought for a second.

“Just a few days. The Doctor is going to drop me off after we get out of here. Then I’ll have the entire week with my family.” You said with a less than enthusiastic timbre, making the man chortle. It really wasn’t what you were looking forward to, except for seeing your parents of course.

“Would it help if I came alone, I know I could easily fix your problem.” It was a false threat, you knew that. You felt yourself smiling at his suggestion, shaking your head.

“As nice as your company would be, I don’t think hurting my aunt would fix things.” He looked at you, taking in everything you said with a short head bob. “Well then, maybe I’ll just pop in to say hi.” He grinned before turning round. “Right everyone, follow me!” The woman jumped, scurrying to follow you both down a ladder and to the Tardis. The Master helped you down from the ladder, holding your waist and bringing you back to the ground. There was a small blush on your cheeks, unable to meet the man’s eyes. His hand slipped into yours, as he walked along the metallic corridor.

“My tardis!” The Doctor cheered, running to the blue box in a flurry. The Master rolled his eyes, noting that Yaz had gone inside without a second thought. Gazing down at you, he let go of your hand grudgingly.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a good Christmas. Trust me.” He winked, stirring both confusion and bashfulness inside of you. Giving him a smile, you waved and stepped into The Tardis.

———

The past three days had been tough, to say the least. The first day had been okay. You went to the markets with your parents, getting hot chocolates and wandering the stalls. The second day, the rest of your family arrived, which included your aunt.

“Oh god, what have you done?” Was the very first thing she had said upon seeing you, clearly meaning your hair. Thankfully your mother was there to distract her, but every chance she got, your aunt would make comments. Then, the third day, Christmas Eve, it had been even worse. Your aunt had gotten very drunk at the meal your father had planned. The whole restaurant could hear her yapping on. It was loud and obnoxious spiel, about the worst topics imaginable. Now it was Christmas morning, you were sat in your childhood bedroom, applying your make-up. Part of you felt insecure, even if you originally liked your outfit. An off the shoulder black top, paired with a short, mauve miniskirt and black boots. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed before finishing off with lip stick. In your youth, you’d traditionally open gifts first thing. However your aunt had decided it now had to be done after dinner, for some stupid reason. Either way, you picked up the last of your gifts for the family and brought them downstairs.

“Merry Christmas!” Your mother chimed upon seeing you, handing your uncle a plate of hot food. You smiled, greeting her too. After laying the gifts by the tree, you took a seat on the free arm chair and looked around. Your dad was chatting away with his brother, both eating a hearty fry up. Your mother still in the kitchen, grandparents all sitting at the coffee table.

“Will there be anybody joining you this year, (y/n)?” Your aunt questioned. She had already asked about your relationship status the first day you saw her.

“No.” You gave a short answer.

“Why am I not surprised.” She tut. “Maybe if you weren’t so difficult, then you’d find a suitable husband.” She lectured you, as your mother came in and handed you some breakfast.

“Yeah, I know.”

———

A few hours went by, dinner was still not ready yet and you were already growing tired. You weren’t sure how long you’d last under that woman’s gaze. Her eyes were like fire, burning you with their criticism. She had been ranting about the problems in society for a solid thirty minutes, and you were getting a headache.

“Take (y/n) for example.” She said suddenly, gaining your attention again. “The hair, the clothes and the tattoos, not to mention the jewellery. Her generation has no sense of class. None.” Your aunt peached, but no one really said anything. “Rude too. You never see any of them do anything for us!” A loud knock interrupted her, thankfully. You shot up, reassuring people that you’d see who it was. Even when you entered the hallway, you could hear her gibberish, though it was fading slightly. You really wanted to bang your head against the wall, but the knocking persisted. Pulling open the door, your eyes went wide at what you saw. Stood there, at your door, on Christmas Day, was The Master. His hair was curly, wearing a black shirt, covered by a maroon knitted vest, with a gift bag in hand. Before he could even say a word, you threw your arms around his neck, startling the timelord. He chuckled, bringing you in closer.

“What are you doing here? How did you even find my house?” You asked, pulling back from him with a smile. The Master looked down at you smugly.

“I told you that I’d pop by and say hi, I thought you’d appreciate it.” He really came, you thought as your eyes shone with gratitude. Giggling, you jumped up hugging him once again.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” You mumbled against his shoulder, relaxing when his arms encased you.

“Well, I could sense that you were distressed.” His hand ran along your back bringing you instant comfort. “How is everything going?”

“I don’t know how much more I can take.” You admitted to him, face pressed to his shoulder. The Master tightened his hold on you, letting out a short sigh.

“I’m here now, okay?” He reassured, clearly not liking how down you sounded. For a moment, you could forget about the mess of your extended family. Forget that right behind you, your aunt was probably still waffling on.

“(Y/n)? Who’s this?” Your mother’s voice suddenly brought you back to reality. Reluctantly, you pulled away from The Master and turned to face her. Ever confident, the male gave her a witty smile.

“Ah, I apologise. I’m (y/n)s work colleague, O. I thought I’d just drop off her gift whilst I was around.” He lied smoothly, impressing you. Your mother walked towards you both, smiling warmly at him.

“No problem at all, why don’t you stay for dinner? If you don’t have any other plans of course.” She was quick to ask, mostly for your sake it seemed. Even your mum knew how difficult her sister-in-law was.

“If it’s no trouble?” The Master was a very good actor, feigning his politeness. Shaking her head, your mother responded,

“None at all, come on in. It’s freezing out there.” Ushering him in, you closed the door behind and locked it. The Master looked at you simpering, allowing you to guide him into the living area. Everyone looked up, hearing people re-enter.

“Everyone, this is (y/n)’s work friend, he’s going to be joining us today.” Your mother spoke happily, most of your family nodding along with the news pleasantly. “Dinner will be ready soon, someone get O a drink.” She finished off before disappearing into the kitchen. You looked up at The Master expectantly.

“Oh, what are you drinking?” He questioned, understanding your look.

“Just lemonade, I don’t drink.” You let him know, a little bashful.

“She’s an odd one, isn’t she?” Confused, The Master spun around to find a short, older woman looking up at him. “Everyone needs a tipple at Christmas, don’t you agree?” Your aunt held up her sherry glass as if to prove her point. It didn’t take a genius to realise who the woman was, and The Master gave a chivalrous reaction.

“Oh I’m not a big fan of drinking, bad for the liver you know.” He eyed her, muttering under his breath “and the teeth.” You pressed your lips together having heard him. The Master peered at you, lips twitching slightly. “Just water will be fine, love.” Trying to ignore your slight blush, you got him a glass of cold water and took it into the dining room. Your mother was just finishing setting up cutlery.

“I’ve sat you and your colleague here if that’s alright?” She showed you the two seats, allowing you to put the drink in the right place.

“That’s great, would you like me to get everyone?”

“If you could dear.” Her eyes crinkled at you with appreciation, as she busied herself with putting everyone’s plates down. You returned to the living room, finding your secret alien ‘colleague’ wrapped in conversation with your father. It was a funny sight to see, but somehow, The Master didn’t looked too annoyed. Gathering everyone’s attention, you announced that dinner was ready and everyone soon filed into the dining room. When you went back, you found your mother had spread the food down the centre of the table. In the middle of it all, was the roasted turkey, accompanied by everything you could ever want. Bowls of stuffing and steaming veggies, large jugs of gravy, a tray of pigs in blankets and roast potato’s and carrots. There was also an array of sauces and condiments. You took The Master down the opposite end of the room to where your assigned seats were. He pulled out your chair, helping you sit before sitting himself. Whilst everyone was getting settled, you took the opportunity to talk to him.

“So, anything to say so far?”

“Your house is decorated quite nicely, I must admit.” The Master said, picking up his glass.

“I saw you talking to my dad?” You asked, curious as to what they could have been speaking about.

“Oh I overheard him talking to that man,” he nodded in a certain direction.

“My uncle?”

“Yes him, about the Bermuda Triangle. I had to join the conversation, it’s fascinating to hear what humans think goes on there.” He told you, a small smile appearing on your lips.

“Hm, he is a bit of a conspiracy theorist.” Hearing this seemed to intrigue the man beside you. Finally, your mother took her seat on the other side of you, giving the signal that people could start to plate up their dinner. Your father got to work carving the turkey, serving your grandparents first. You reached over, using the tongs to give yourself a few bits.

“What are those?” Confused, The Master pointed.

“They’re called pigs in blankets. It’s a mini sausage wrapped in streaky bacon. Do you want some?” He bobbed his head in confirmation, watching as you put some on his plate, along with a variety of vegetables too.

“Such a fascinating name.” The master mumbled. Your father had finished his but, placing the carving tools down for someone else to use. To your surprise, The Master was quick to pick them up, carving off some meat and putting it on your plate before his own. Noticing the gravy was in the jugs, you looked around for a moment before excusing yourself. You grabbed a small dip bowl from the kitchen before coming back and putting it to the side of your plate. Seeing how big the jugs were, you frowned a little, carefully pulling one closer to you.

“Do you want me to help?” The Master asked with a grin.

“Please?” You looked at him sheepishly. He immediately did just that, pouring some of the gravy into your little bowl.

“She’s an odd one isn’t she?” Your aunt cackled across the table, causing you both to look at her. Placing the jug down, The Master cocked his head a little.

“Why is that?”

“Well using a bowl like a child, just pour it all over like the rest of us.” She shook her head. The Master spied her plate, seeing it piled high and looking like brown sludge with all the gravy on there.

“I just wanted to dip my food instead.” You tried to explain, but it didn’t matter.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, (y/n). And she doesn’t have to do exactly what you do, either.” The Master said sternly, not looking back at the woman opposite him again. He glanced at you warmly, putting a hand on your knee. He could probably feel how cold you were to the touch. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, starting to eat your dinner.

“How is everything, O?” Your mother looked over hopefully. The Master offered her a kind look.

“Wonderful, thank you mrs (y/l/n).”

———

Dinner soon finished up, and you helped your mother and nan to clean up. They did shop you off after a few moments however, to which you went back to the living room.

“Ready for gifts?” Your uncle leered, getting all the presents ready.

“I just need to go get one last thing.” You realised, rushing back up to your room, grabbing a bag then heading back down.

“So, O is it?” You heard your aunt speak, stopping just outside the door.

“Yes?” The Master was sat on an arm chair off to the side, right by the fire too.

“You work with (y/n)?” She enquired as your mother was brining in the last of her surprises.

“I do, yes.” He lied, curious as to where this was going.

“Is she as incompetent in work as she is here?” Your aunt looked at him pointedly. It baffled him how she said that with no second thoughts.

“Actually I happen to think she’s exceptionally smart.” The master spoke casually, noticing the look of shock on the older lady’s face. You smiled to yourself outside the door, ready to walk back in.

“So, what are you, her boyfriend?” It seemed that question made everyone grow silent, waiting for his response. Your heart was in your stomach.

“And if I was?” He shot back, clearly unfazed. “I’d be lucky to have a girlfriend like her.” You swallowed hard, cheeks suddenly feeling very warm. The rest of your family began talking again, getting on with whatever it was they were doing. Taking a deep breath, you walked back into the living room trying to seem like you totally hadn’t been listening in. Then you noticed, no seats left. So, you went to sit on the floor by The Masters chair. You really didn’t mind much, plus you’d be warm by the crackling fire. A hand landed on your waist as you went to sit, making you look to your side. The Master guided you onto the chair with him, your legs falling over his lap. No one paid any notice, presents getting passed around the room in a flurry.

“And this one is for you, (y/n)” your father grinned handing you a wrapped box. Taking it, you quickly pulled off the colourful paper, happy to find something you’d been asking for the majority of the year. It was related to a band you enjoyed. Begrudgingly, your aunt thrust a gift into your arms. You forced a smile, opening up the tacky bag and peeking inside.

“Oh wow..” inside, was selection of make up. All different shades of bright eye shadows and lip colours. Ones you wouldn’t dare go anywhere near.

“I thought it could help to make you more appealing.” Your aunt said confidently, whereas you were at a loss for words. The Master tut, taking it off you and putting the bag to the side.

“By making her look like a clown?” He asked, brows furrowed. “Her style suits her perfectly. It’s just not your style.” He continued, shooting daggers at the woman. She huffed in annoyance but chose not to say another word. Your heart warmed at his protectiveness, making you quickly reach down and pick up a small bag.

“For you.” You said, his eyes glazing with bewilderment. The Master took the gift, opening it up carefully. From the bag, he pulled out a snow globe, taking it in for a moment. You really weren’t sure how he’d take the present, perhaps he’d think it was stupid. “I made it myself.” You clarified, trying not to show your anxiety. “I went to this pottery night last week, and I made your tardis in the middle see?” He looked at you with an indescribable look. “It’s where we first met, plus the shack is really cosy. And I made the exterior purple just for you.” Now you were just rambling, filling in the void of silence. The Masters eyes raked over you, considering your form with a tactical eye. Deflating, you looked down at your lap. “You hate it.”

“I love it.” The Master suddenly clarified, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His lips curled into a genuine smile, thumb rolling over your cheek soothingly. Leaning in, he left a soft kiss on your head. “I don’t remember the last time someone got me a gift, let alone made me something that held actual meaning.” Relaxing, you beamed up at him, happy that you could in fact, get a positive reaction from him. “Thank you, love.” Again, you blushed, following his movements as he picked up the gift bag he had brought with him. Once he’d pulled out a neatly wrapped gift, he extended the bag to your mother who was stood nearby.

“Oh this is very kind.” She exclaimed, taking out a very extravagant bottle of champagne. Both of your parents were very happy with the gift, all your family ogling the expensive drink.

“This is for you.” The Master said, giving you the wrapped gift. It was only a small box, but intriguing nonetheless. Tearing away the black paper, you found a maroon, velvet box, with a bronze clasp. Slowly, you opened the box and gasped at the sight. Inside, there was a ring, the band made from white gold and lined with tiny purple gems. In the middle, there was an oval amethyst, held in a crescent moon shaped piece of gold. The Master took the ring in one hand, gently holding your hand with the other. He slid the ring onto your index finger, your eyes widening as it automatically adjusted to your size. “Very pretty.” He muttered, making you nod.

“It is.” You agreed, admiring the ring. The Master chuckled, not letting go of your hand.

“I wasn’t referring to the ring, dear.” Your eyes met, a small smirk on his lips. “Do you like it?”

“It’s amazing, I love it. Thank you.” Trying to ignore his casual flirting, your attention fell back to the ring. He chuckled, tugging you closer to his side.

“I told you all I was on that planet for good reasons.” Suddenly remembering that day, your head shot up in a second.

“Me? You were buying the gift for me?”

“You’re wearing it, aren’t you love?” You nod at his question dumbly.

“But why?” You asked perplexed, trying not to get your hopes up too much. The Master hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Why do you think?” He simply said, not really giving an answer. “I meant what I said, I’d be lucky to have someone like you.” His touches were purposeful. “But I could never-“

“Why not?” You cut him off with a frown. He let out a breath.

“You know who I am, what I’ve done. I’m not worthy of someone like you.” The Master spoke sorrowfully, playing with the ring on your finger. Shaking your head, you replied quickly.

“That isn’t for you to decide.” He raised his brows.

“You treat me so well. You’re protective and dedicated, you found my house and came knowing I needed you.” Taking in your words, The Master shrugged slightly.

“But-“

“But nothing.” You said matter of factly. There was no way he would be winning that argument. “What if I want to be yours?” You mumbled incredulously, casting your eyes down to your lap. Feeling a hand on my cheek, The Master tilted my head back up to meet his gaze. He was smiling.

“You already have me, doll. I thought you knew that?” He grinned, my eyes lighting up in a second. “And if your family want here. I’d prove that to you.” The Master spoke in a hushed voice, your cheeks shining colour instantly. He chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer.

“If you two are done flirting, there’s more gifts to be shared over here!” Your uncle interrupted, making everyone in the room laugh. Even though you were blushing, you rolled your eyes and began paying attention to your surroundings. Everyone was in a joyous mood, even your aunt. Perhaps it was the sherry, but either way you were grateful. Leaning back into The Masters chest, you sighed contently as his arms wrapped around your waist. Surely, it would be a slight shock to The Doctor, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. His lips pressed to your head tenderly.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

[oscquinn]

I DONT KNOW HOW I MISSED YOUR SLEEPOVER 😭😭😭 8 minutes until it's over in my timezone so I kindly request a royalty au with quinny (WHO HAS RETURNED!!!)

KATE I LOVE THIS TYSM FOR REQUESTING rated g prince!quinn, tailor's daughter!reader, some shy quinn, pining, pre relationship, friends to lovers :))

you knew the royals well, the benevolent king and queen were good friends of your family, and your mother served as the queen's royal tailor. you grew up around the castle, living with your parents in a small cottage by the border walls of the royal estate. your mother's workshop served as a playground for you and the young princes when their royal duties weren't too pressing. 

you’d seen much less of the boys recently though, the past few weeks they’ve been busy preparing for the royal star-shower ball. every year for a few days at the end of the summer, shining streaks fell from the sky in a sparkling display of light. the royal astronomers learned the pattern of the light showers well enough to predict their dates with reasonable accuracy. 

thus, the royal family hosted a ball each year on the night projected to yield the most light showers. it was a grand event, guests dressed in deep colors with sparkling accents. as your mother’s young apprentice, you were tasked with fine-tuning a suit for prince quinn. you stayed after your mother most nights, accompanied by the royal composer’s daughter, anastasia, and her fiddle. 

the oldest prince steps into the workshop shyly, cool wind from the window caressing his cheek and ruffling his hair. he watches anastasia play, there’s a smile on her face, and quinn is sure the look is mirrored on your face. he imagines the supple curve of your cheek, the flutter of your eyelashes, and your plush lips. he thinks of the latter more often than he should. 

“anastasia,” he says after clearing his throat. “the piano in my mother’s study has gone out of tune, would you mind tending to it?”

“of course your highness,” she says with a quick curtesy. 

the prince smiles, “theres no need for formality, you may call me quinn.”

anastasia pauses, chewing her lip. “of course prince…” she trails off under quinn’s playful glare. “prince quinn.”

your friend leaves, and you turn to quinn with a puzzled look. “i thought the tuner came a few days ago? the piano shouldn’t be—“

“it’s perfectly in tune,” he admits. his cheeks are flushed a brighter pink than you were expecting, brown eyed moving nervously from your face to the suit you’re working on. “is that mine?”

your confusion is forgotten as pride swells in your chest. “it is, how do you like it? it’s a few days until the ball, if anything is wrong i’m sure i can fix it.” you busy yourself pointing out the areas that are still pinned, thin golden ruffles to be sewed along the seamlines. 

“it’s perfect as it is,” quinn says with a soft smile. “i never doubted your work.”

“some princess will be very lucky to accompany you,” you tell him. “do you know who your escort will be?

you watch quinn gulp, wondering why he seems so nervous. “i have, actually. she’s from this kingdom.”

your brow furrows un confusion. “our kingdom? we don’t have any other royals, are you bringing a duchess? or maybe—“

your name falls softly from the prince’s lips, and he reaches out, taking both of your hands in his. you’re silenced by his genuine gaze, brown eyes searching your own. his fingers tremble as they grasp your own, and he manages, “would you accompany me to the star-shower ball?”

your stomach erupts with butterflies, your cheeks flushing as your lips part in surprise. “me? y-your highness, i don’t even have a dress.”

“anything you want from the shops, you’ll have it. and i’m sure your mother would be happy to sew something up for you.”

you shake your head, wanting to pull away, but quinn’s hands on your own keep you rooted close to him. “but i’m—i don’t—there’s no status to my name. would i be allowed to accompany you?”

the prince smiles at you, and you realize how boyish he looks. in this moment he isn’t the crown prince, heir to the thrown of your beloved kingdom. he’s just quinn.

“do you really think my mother cares about that?” he asks you, and you laugh in response. it was a silly fear. “but, i have asked her, and all she asked was that i get permission from your mother.”

you lift an eyebrow expectantly, silently asking for her response. quinn continues, “she told me you look beautiful in navy, and that i’d be lucky to have you.”

your heart swells in your chest as you breathe out, “oh, quinn,” before pulling him close for a hug. “i would love to go with you.”

[lavenderchqn]

✧・| uppour

— fate can play unfortunate jokes at times, that's what navia thinks. with how many attempts she's made at confessing her feelings to you, who'd known one in the rain would be the last one

this oneshot has been requested by anon!

Confessions are stressful. That’s what everyone says. Ponder your appearance, words, actions, and place. Live and breathe the thought of professing your love to another person. How funny, considering Navia’s situation is the exact opposite. 

She’s surprisingly calm. A simple confession is not a big deal with how outgoing she is. You’re more than likely to reciprocate her feelings. The two of you have been friends for years, always edging on something going beyond cordial friendship. 

So no, Navia’s problem is not being a nervous wreck. Rather than that, the universe is not letting the two of you have a single private moment. Actually, it’s been this way ever since the girl realised her feelings. Fate playing a cruel joke on you, how rude. 

Navia remembers the first attempt. She was strolling through the Court of Fontaine, soaking up the sun. An ideal day to confess. Armed in with sweets prepared the night before, there was no chance of failure. 

The moment she knocked on your front door, a bunch of shocks filled her body. No, not nerves — but with excitement, butterflies. Is this how her father felt before getting with her mother? She hoped he did. 

You got up to the door rather quickly, Navia noting down your footsteps getting louder. “Ah, Navia!” You smiled cheerfully. “What can I do you for?” You ask, looking around yourself. Recently, you’ve come into possession of a kitten. Temporarily. The little rascal was turning your house upside-down for a little over a week. 

“Nothing, really, I just came over for a visit.” Okay… the visit may come with ulterior motives. Not like you’ll mind Navia’s company. That’s for sure. “Sure thing, come on in—“ Just as you open the door wider, a tiny ball of fluff flies out. It stumbled between Navia’s legs, almost sending her back. 

“I am so, so sorry, Nav.” You looked out apologetically, ushering the two of you outside. “We’ll have a chat another time!” You added, locking the front door and running to catch the cat. 

Fate. Annoying fate. 

After that, both of you got busy. There were issues with Spina, and you had your own job to worry about. All of your meetings got reduced to exchanging greetings on the go. Not nearly enough time for Navia to confess her feelings. 

Destiny liked to laugh in her face. And, as much as she believed herself to be an optimist, the course of this ‘confession saga’ started to wear her down. Not to mention, the weather seemed to match up with Navia’s mood. The rain took over the sun for such a long time, you’d worry Fontaine was nearing a flood. 

“Sugar… sugar…” Navia crouched in front of her bottom cabinets, searching for the powdery goodness. The forecasts have been saying that tomorrow is supposed to be sunny. They have been predicting that for weeks. If there was any better time to try and confess her feelings, it was tomorrow. 

The lack of sugar in her cabinet is a mystery. She could’ve sworn she’d purchased it the last time when doing grocery shopping. Is… Did she run out? “C’mon, Navia, where is it?” The blonde rummaged around, unfortunately coming up with nothing. An emergency shopping trip it is. 

You can’t have a dessert without sugar, after all. 

The weather has been nothing but mean lately. The entire streets of the Court are covered with puddles, making it a misery to go outside. Navia opens up her umbrella. Determined, that’s what she is. If she wants to confess, she will need that sugar. Perhaps she can curl her hair after said confession. 

It’s difficult to walk — water has gotten itself into her shoes, and the wind almost blew her hat away three times! Honestly, why wasn’t there a group mission to comfort the hydro dragon yet? Wasn’t that the believed custom? 

As Navia makes a turn, she notices something. There’s a person in the rain. Alone. Without an umbrella. Upon getting closer, she figures out who it is. It’s you. Why would you be in the rain? 

Unless… It’s fate. There’s nothing more romantic than confessing under the rainclouds. If it wasn’t, the novellas she frequently reads wouldn’t feature them so much. How poetic it would be for destiny to allow the two of you the private, but long conversation in the middle of a downpour. Saving the best for last.

On the other hand, is everything alright with you? Perhaps you got locked out of your house? Navia’s steps are quick and sharp. She’s focused on getting to the bottom of this. 

A sigh escapes you as you stare at the sky. Laced with grey clouds. “It’s pouring out here, silly.” Navia jokes, putting the umbrella over your head. “You’ll get sick.” You hum. “It’s nice,” You begin. Some peace and quiet to let people be alone with their thoughts. Especially when the house feels like it’s suffocating them.

The blonde tsks. As much as she’d love to scold you for being so inconsiderate of her crush’s health, she needs to act. “Would you mind holding the umbrella for a moment?” “Of course.” Navia’s quick as she undoes her shawl and wraps it around your shoulders. “Hopefully, you’ll feel a bit warmer.” 

“So, uh—“ “I wanted—“ You apologise for speaking at the same time. Gosh, is it awkward. “You go first,” “No, no, no. Please go ahead.” Navia takes a deep breath. Now that she’s so close to saying her mind, it does feel a little scary. Her legs feel like jiggly cheesecake and whatnot… 

“Dearie,” She begins, feeling a smile gracing her face. “I like you.” You gasp. “I really, really like you. Like shout it from the rooftops — and you know I’ve been seen on top of one — like you.” The confession is blunt. So much like Navia. 

“Oh my gosh…” You’re covering your mouth, trying to process everything. “I do too. I like you, I mean.” It comes out as a blunder. How you like her as much as she does, maybe without shouting it from the rooftops. You wouldn’t like to slip and fall. 

You can feel how the blonde is jittery with joy. Navia comes up even closer, enveloping you in a close hug, umbrella forgotten. The raindrops feel unexpectedly warm and comforting. Just as you come to terms, you’ll begin a new chapter of your life — together.

Additionally, you can have an anniversary anytime there’s rain in the forecast. You best believe Navia will drag you out of the house for a little dance. And maybe so that she doesn’t forget to get sugar! 

date of posting — july 5th 2025