#realising she won't leave well enough alone

[luveline]

hi, i have a request for hotch if that's okay with you :)

when they're on the jet, yn is smiling a lot at her phone so the team starts to tease her because the think that she has a mysterious boyfriend. and she does, but he's sitting right next to her and he's also wondering who's making her smile like that since it's clearly not him

tysm!

Hotch is trying hard to award you your privacy, but your smile makes it difficult. You're actually squared away from him despite sitting in the seat beside him of your own free will, your phone to your chest, a huge smile curved across your cute mouth. 'Cute mouth', Hotch thinks to himself with derision. He's thoroughly whipped for you. It might not work out. 

You've been secretive and strange on your phone for an hour now. With nothing left to do but wait for the jet to touch down, you can watch whatever or text whenever you want. Hotch just wishes it wasn't so distracting. Who are you texting? He feels ill. 

"Who's that?" 

The dam finally breaks. As soon as Morgan asks, Emily pipes up, "Yeah, who is it?" as Rossi laughs and declares, "I know that look. Young Y/N's in love." 

You side eye Hotch. "Workplace harassment," you say. 

"Who is it?" Hotch asks. 

You gawp but laugh at his unprofessional questioning, pressing your phone screen tight to your chest. "Hotch, it's–" 

"Your not-so-secret boyfriend? Come on, we all know you have one," Morgan says. 

"I know you know, you're like sharks," you say, giving them all a great long look. 

For weeks now, you've glowed. This overzealous smiling and laughing is the straw that breaks the camel's back. Your nosy coworkers can't hold back their curiosity any longer. Hotch was stupid enough to think that your secretive dates and nights spent curled in on one another might be the reason behind your new hopped up sprightliness, but apparently not. 

"So you admit it!" Emily cheers. 

"Maybe. But it's not what's happening on my phone." 

"Well, what is it?" Spencer asks. 

They've leaned in on you, a circle of eager faces. Your sudden decision to admit you —maybe— have a boyfriend is as much as anyone's gotten out of you in weeks. If anyone could tease the truth from you, of course it's Hotch, and so the team looks to their leader pleadingly. 

He's not sure he wants to know. "They won't leave you alone otherwise," he says, hoping that his expression shows his leniency. Your secrets are your own if you want to keep them. 

You smile at him. Again, he thinks you have a cute mouth, and that he's biassed but you definitely smile sweeter at him than anyone else. You and Hotch know something the others don't, amusement like light behind your irises. "I'll show you," you say smugly, "and only you, Hotch." 

"Typical," Morgan murmurs, sitting back on the couch. 

Hotch clenches his sweaty palms beneath the table. "Alright." 

You lean in against his shoulder. Your phone turns on, and he's taking deep breaths as you click to your photo app, and then an album labelled with a simple, '<3'. 

It's photos of him. Most he knows you took, sitting across from you in dark restaurants or kneeling in your apartment putting together a new set of drawers. Your giggles begin in earnest as you swipe through them to a more recent photograph. You couldn't have taken it more than a week ago, when he'd stayed the night with you by accident, too tired to leave. His face is slack in sleep. He realises it's a video when you click a button and the sound of crinkling fabric plays from your speaker. In the video, you unbutton the tight collar of his shirt, stroking his neck briefly with a loving knuckle. The video moves down to frame his arm, his hand clinging to your other one like a sucker. 

Hotch looks up from the video and blinks at you. Your hand on his sleeping neck, the sound of your tired laughter —he can't not smile. "Oh. That's…"

"What did you show him?" Morgan asks, his voice coloured with both amusement and frustration. The team echo his question.

"I can't kiss and tell," you say, still tucked up by his side. 

"I think it's best if you don't, L/N," Hotch agrees. 

He'd lose all credibility. 

[klausysworld]

I don’t know why but I really want something with Klaus breaking reads heart.

Maybe…. Reader and Cami have been kidnapped and Klaus has to choose who to save. He chooses Cami but before reader can be killed Elijah saves her.

Left for dead

Living with the originals was hard enough. Between the betrayals and the wars just within the family was overwhelming let alone outsiders going out of their way to destroy each of them.

Being with Klaus was already difficult, between his mood swings and temper tantrum’s he wasn't an easy person to love and yet I did.

Even when I realised he was in love with someone else, even whilst knowing he was kissing someone else, I didn't leave him. I loved him with everything in me whether it was killing me or not.

I had offered my life for his, I took life for his and I ruined my own life for his. With Klaus came his family and I did everything I could to welcome them as my own. Even after I found out that his sister knew that he was seeing someone else.

Hope was treated the way I would treat my own daughter and I loved more than anyone else to walk the planet. Maybe that was why I stayed, for Hope. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself because how could I have been pathetic enough to stay for a an who only saw me as a warm body.

For some reason I had it in my head that perhaps he loved both me and Camille. Maybe he thought I wouldn't accept it and so he kept it a secret but surely after everything he should know that I would never try to change him or invalidate his feelings. It was stupid to be okay with him seeing Cami behind my back, I was blinded by something I had created in my mind.

I would smile when Cami was near and I tried to talk to Klaus but he labelled me paranoid and brushed it off. So I thought maybe he regretted it and he didn't want me to know because he wanted to stop. Maybe he did still love me.

This was the ultimate test really.

Both myself and Camille were beaten until black, blue and bloody. A loop of our cries and screams echoed through my mind and bounced against the walls of whatever dungeon we were seemingly chained within. I had no way of knowing how long we had been there but my body and soul felt such a sense of relief when Klaus's voice rang through the building. That feeling only lasted a few seconds before our captures taunting replayed in my head:

"Klaus will choose between you both, he will decide who lives or dies. He may think that he can have it all, have you both but I won't let him well. Whichever one he chooses, the guilt from the other will eat away at him, he won't be able to stay with the other. You will all end up broken and alone." he had whispered cruelly.

Her heart pounded in her throat as she watched Klaus approach them both, his hands coated in red as he forced the bars that separated us apart and went to step through only to let out a gasp and drop to his knees. The with who had tortured us for however long appeared from thin air in front of Klaus and I automatically pulled my legs to my chest to hide in the corner.

"Only one of them leaves" he stated, a grin on his face. "I don't care which but you will choose one or they both die and the next to go missing will be your daughter"

At his words Klaus let out a vicious snarl and attempted to lurch forward at the man but a sharp pain forced its way to his head and caused a loud yell of pain to burst from within him.

I could feel my eyes burning with another flow of tears just watching his pain, knowing what he felt. I could see Cami staring straight at me. Over our time in here together she had often brought up Klaus's ultimatum, I told her that I knew that they loved each other. I told her that he would choose her. She was certain that I was wrong and that Klaus didn't love her but just used her as a release. But I knew what Klaus looked like when he was in love. Even so part of me hoped she was right, it was a dark thought, a horrible hope that I wish I didn't have but I really wanted it to be true.

I looked back to Camille, a tight lipped smile that was probably more of a grimace formed on my lips as I mouthed the words 'it'll be okay' to her and her head shook as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Cami was sweet, she was lovely and I loathed it. She wanted to die instead of me, she said I deserved to live more than she did. That I was Hope's second mother I was apart of the Mikaelsons. She apologised for ever being with Klaus and it just made me feel worse. I thought that maybe they were lies, maybe she secretly hoped that Klaus would choose her and I would be left to die.

I couldn't tell and it didn't really matter anymore. Not when I realised that Klaus was right in front of me. I felt a small spark of hope as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled my close to his chest. A soft sniffle left him and his lips pressed to the side and top of my head

"I'm so sorry" his voice whispered with a crack and I went to tell him it was okay before I felt him pulling away and I realised what he was apologising for "forgive me" he uttered as he made his way to Cami.

My eyes stayed blurry with tears but they didn't fall as a complete feeling of numbness spread throughout me completely. I could hear my captures sickening laugh spin around me and I could hear Camille asking Klaus what he was doing.

"Klaus- go back to her" she whispered but he shook his head

"I love you" he admitted and a bitter laugh left my lips. I covered my mouth with my hands and pressed my forehead against my knees. I shouldn’t have been surprised and I shouldn’t have been so upset. I knew he loved her, I knew he would choose but for some reason it hurt so much more when he actually confirmed it.

I could hear Camille apologising to me as Klaus lifted her up, carrying her to a safety I thought I would never again know.

As soon as they left hands were on me, grabbing and dragging me by my hair to force me to crawl wherever he wanted me. Uncontrollable pain shot through me continuously and I had no time to comprehend the sobs that shook my body. I felt my back arch painfully, almost breaking but not quite, my head was forced back so my neck was bared and a sharp knife went to the edge of my neck.

"it's unfortunate really..." the voice uttered before the blade began to sink into my throat. My eyes closed and I welcomed the quick death but the pressure stopped and a thud sounded from before me.

Fingers pressed to the place the knife had began to cut, a familiar scent engulfed me and an arm circled my waist.

"You're alright darling" the voice whispered, pulling me into an embrace making me grab onto the back of his suit silently. "He's gone now Y/n. You're safe." he murmured softly, rubbing my back before i felt him pull back a little bit. My eyes slowly cracked open to see his face, his deep dark eyes boring into mine with a knowing look of pity. Silently I watched as an array of reds and purples scattered under his chocolate brown eyes and his pearly fangs dipped into the tough skin of his wrist. The fresh wound was lifted to my lips and I accepted the metallic taste with a sigh. I drank for much longer than I needed, I expected he would pull be off but his hand only pet the back of my head gently

"Good girl" he whispered "just heal". His touch made my heart hurt and I didn't bother trying to stop the tears from falling anymore. My hands clutched onto his jacket desperately and I gulped his blood down as though it was water.

Soft touches were given to the skin of my face before his silk handkerchief cleaned at the dirt and dried blood that had dripped down my neck. Reluctantly I pulled away from his wrist and licked my lips clean. He wiped his own wrist and tucked the material away into his pocket. Elijah proceeded to pull the jacket off of his body and instead wrapped it around my shoulders. The inside was warm and smelt of home.

My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion and I gave him a tired smile making him frown.

"I'll bring you home now okay?" he whispered but I shook my head

"I can't go back" I muttered "I won't stay with him anymore. I should have left ages ago" I admitted and his eyes grew glossier.

"Where should I take you?" He asked gently and I shrugged

"Airport? Train station? I don't care just don't tell anyone you saved me? Please?" I begged softly and he nodded.

"I'll give you whatever you need" he promised "anything"

[celestialwhoree]

If you’re not taking requests then just ignore me! But could you maybe write something for Soap and Ghost both wanting the same girl and she opts to not choose 🥰 I’m dying to read your smutty take on this

I'm like chowing down on your brain right now this is so scrumdiddyumyum 🎀

nsfw ⭐️ mdni

Johnny wanted you first. The, moment you hopped down from the helo and into his life, he wanted you. Everything about the way your eyes glittered in the early spring sunlight to the way your errant baby hairs practically begged for him to sweep them back behind your ears, everything about you. You'd been called in as a temporary spotter for a few missions, but he earnestly, foolishly hoped you'd stick around. Just for a little while.

He'd also foolishly hoped that he'd be the only one to want you. In the beginning, he thought he was.

But of course, fucking Simon had to ruin everything. Of course. He has a tendency to not realise what an Adonis he is, with his towering six foot frame and muscles for days, no, weeks. Simon, and his innate ability to have every woman in the same room simpering.

He'd noticed the switch in a debrief. Normally cold, callous Simon guiding you through the door with a hand on the small of your back, pulling out your chair for you with such cool, casual confidence. Normally such an action would mean nothing. Nothing would change between them or the team. They'd never liked the same types or gone for the same women. You, unfortunately, were a perfect blend of the things they both absolutely adored. Just chirpy enough to keep up with Johnny's boisterous personality, mellow enough to relax with Simon. You were just bratty enough to give Johnny the fight he fight he always craved, submissive enough to know when Simon wanted you to stay in line. You were dangerously perfect.

You also had a tendency to come in early in the mornings. Like your teammates. More specifically, Johnny and Simon, that is.

Simon always came in early after the gym, to not only get to the teabags first, but also settle into his morning work routine before the others arrived.

Johnny would in as early as possible to try and get the first appointment with the physio whenever she dropped in.

For you, it had actually been a one off. You'd left your charger in the common room yesterday, and wanted to make sure your laptop wasn't dead for briefing minutes.

The quiet arguing begins the common room door had been unexpected to say the least.

Johnny's delicious brogue grew thicker as your ear pressed to the door, eyebrows furrowing as you attempted to gain an understanding of their conversation.

" - cannae understand why you won't jus' leave her alone."

"She seems perfectly fine with my attention." Simon drawled back, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't have your knees weak with the thought alone.

In your not-yet-eight-AM delirium, you'd barely even registered that the door wasn't all the way closed. Until you'd barrelled into it. With your full body weight. The string of colourful expletives which passed through your lips as you went crashing into the threadbare rug had been enough to snap Johnny and Simon from their boyish row.

"Speak of the devil." The amusement dripping from Simon's voice had you cringing.

"Laptop? I -" You'd barely managed to stammer before Johnny had you back up on your feet, a concerned look on his face as he went to pick up your (thankfully) unscathed laptop.

"Didnae realise you were one to eavesdrop, hen." Johnny cooed into your ear, a wonderfully warm hand gripping your chin to tilt your head this way and that, making sure you'd not been hurt by your fall.

"Might as well tell her whilst she's here, hm?" Coaxed Simon as you were guided to the squishy old couch in the middle of the room.

"Tell me?"

"Ask you, really." Simon again, with an indifferent shrug.

"We're - we both like ye a lot, hen." Johnny wouldn't dare crowd your space, no matter how strong the urge to reach for your hand, give it an encouraging squeeze.

"I like you too?" You'd vaguely heard yourself mumble, although the sound seemed so disjointed - foggy as you sunk into the depths of your feelings for both men. Equally.

"I like you both, too." Both men nodded as you reiterated what they'd suspected.

"No problem with that." Johnny encouraged, seeing your slightly flustered look, skittish and edgy, having been thrown into such a situation unwillingly, and this early in the morning. "It's twenty-twenty-four. Definitely no the weirdest shite I've seen happening."

"Like - sharing?" You stammered awkwardly, gaze flickering between Simon's understanding one, and Johnny's eager blues.

"S'pose we could give it a try." Simons gruff voice filled the room, tamping down the anxiety bubbling away in your tummy.

"Would you -?" You'd pointed a finger between the two of them, wordlessly indicating the direction of your question, without having to actually speak it.

"For now? No." Simon seemed to have, surprisingly, already thought the entire thing through. Always two steps ahead.

"But we don't mind sharing, so long as yer comfortable with that, hen."

And now, not even a month later, you're sat in the backseat of Simon's car, lips locked with Johnny's in a fervent kiss, your hand stroking eagerly around his shaft, whilst Simon's fingers curl up against the velvety walls of your pussy, his nose bumping the base of your jaw as he nips and sucks at your neck.

You've found that Simon barely needs to be touched to cum, perfectly contented to touch you and taste you until he finishes still straining at his jeans, whilst Johnny is far more hands-on, needs your help, to know you're there. That it's you and no one else.

The two of them are actually getting on surprisingly well in the confines of your relationship, too. The jealousy still rears its ugly head occasionally, but the two men are perfectly happy to push that aside and work together. Especially if it means hearing your pretty moans stifled by Johnny's lips as you cum on Simon's fingers.

I took like four melatonin before writing this, so sorry if it's nonsensical in parts!! It's also like not actually that smutty but!! Oh well!!

[luvangelbreak]

Regret it

christopher sturniolo x layla venita summary: layla wants a fun night with her friends but when a man won't leave her alone, her best friend is always there to help. warnings: swearing, drinking, smut, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it) word count: 6.1k a/n: y'all sue me I was feeling whore knee and I needed to write it all out. this is the longest one-shot I've ever done so i hope u like it <3

not proofread!!

For once in their life, my best friends decided to throw a party at their new house in celebration of their 21st. I have known Nick, Matt and Chris for about 6 years now and have watched their rapid growth online unfold in front of my eyes. I decided to move to LA not long after them knowing that I had nothing left for me in Massachusetts. The triplets were my family and they had been from the moment I met them.

When they told me they wanted to throw a party at the house we had only just moved into together 2 weeks prior, I instantly agreed because I wanted the opportunity to meet the rest of their friends who lived in LA. I put on my prettiest short black dress, the cutest pair of black heels I owned and my hair straightened as perfectly as my curls would allow me to. I went with dark eye makeup and red lipstick, pulling the whole look together with my dark brown hair.

They initially set the party to start at 10 pm and luckily we now lived in a neighbourhood that was spaced far enough apart that blasting music until 3 am shouldn't be an issue. 2 hours into the party, people that none of us knew started showing up and it became much bigger than any of us were anticipating but no one was planning on slowing down anytime soon. People turned the living room into a dancefloor and the kitchen was littered with empty bottles and cans of alcohol in a makeshift bar. I decided not to think about the fact we would have to clean this all up tomorrow as I poured myself another shot of tequila as well as one for Tara.

"I thought this was supposed to be a chill party!" Jake yelled over the loud music as I handed the small plastic shot glass to Tara and we both downed the tequila quickly. She took a sip of the can of Pepsi we decided to share as a chaser before I took the can and followed her actions.

"It was but this is way more fun!" I cheered once I placed the can down on the counter and suddenly, Tara was dragging me to the living room as SOS by Rihanna blasted through the house. We began swinging our hips and dancing alone, singing the lyrics loudly since the music drowned out our voices. I suddenly felt a presence behind me and I turned around to see a guy I didn't know the name of. He began moving his body with mine and I made it known that I didn't want to dance with him as I moved closer to Tara.

Unfortunately for me, Tara was now dancing with Zach who was equally as drunk as she was and they lost themselves in the music. I tried to continue dancing, making it known that I wanted to dance by myself or with my friends but this guy didn't seem to get the hint as Right Round by Flo Rida and Kesha finished playing. I got sick of having to move across the makeshift dancefloor to get away from this guy and I knew Tara was with someone she trusted so I decided to walk away. I went back to the kitchen to see Jake and Chris in the corner talking loudly to each other over the music.

I lost my balance slightly as I leaned over the bench to grab the bottle of tequila when hands wrapped themselves around my waist to steady me. I turned around to thank the person who prevented me from falling but I paused when I realised it was the guy trying to dance with me.

"Can I help you?" I asked with annoyance laced in my tone at the fact he didn't get the hint yet. I took a moment to observe him, hating the way his glassy green eyes looked down at me and his light blonde hair swooped across his forehead.

"You move pretty quick," he stated with a smirk and I furrowed my eyebrows before I rolled my eyes. I reached over the counter again, grabbing the tequila bottle and a random cup. I poured a rough shot into the red plastic solo cup before I topped it up with a can of Pepsi from the makeshift cooler we had made in a plastic tub.

"I move quick when I'm trying to get away from someone," I mumbled as I threw the Pepsi can into the trash before I took a sip of the drink.

"Don't be like that, babe," he put his hand on my lower back and I immediately pushed his arm off of me causing him to look at me with a drunken frown.

"Don't touch me and don't call me that," I huffed as I had another sip of my drink as I leaned my back against the counter.

"No need to be such a bitch about it," he moved to stand in front of me as he placed his hands on the table on either side of me and I made it known how clearly uncomfortable I was, "You don't know how to have fun? Come on, give us a smile at least sweetheart."

"Dude, how much more obvious can I make it that I don't want to be near you. Fuck off!" I burst in annoyance and his face shifted from teasing to anger. Suddenly I wasn't just annoyed and uncomfortable but I didn't feel safe being trapped between his arms. I quickly downed the rest of my drink before I threw it in the overflowing trashcan. I tried to push his left arm off of the counter but judging from the muscles along his biceps and the fact his arm barely moved he was clearly stronger than I was.

"I said don't be a bitch about it," he grumbled at me as I looked back up to his face again, unease flooding my body at the look of lust and anger mixed in his eyes, "What? You have a boyfriend or something?"

"Yeah, she does," I heard a familiar voice say and relief flooded me when Chris stood directly behind the guy, a deadpan look on his face. Finally, the guy moved his arms away from the bench and I quickly moved to stand next to Chris as the guy spun around to look at him, "There a problem here?"

"You're not her boyfriend, bro. You were standing there the whole time," the guy chuckled and Chris just smirked at him as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I watched the guy just stare at us for a moment before Chris spoke again.

"She's a big girl, she can handle herself," he spoke much clearer than the guy in front of us whose words were slurred together messily and I let my body fall against Chris from the alcohol hitting me harder than expected, "Until drunk dickhead's like you pull up and harass her until I need to step in. Now do what she said and fuck off."

"You're not gonna share?" the guy asked cockily and Chris kept his composure as he swung his arm off of my shoulder, putting his arm in front of me as he pushed me behind him slightly.

"You have ten seconds to get the fuck out of my house before that pretty face gets so fucked up that you can't ever speak to another girl again," Chris spoke which such venom that I hadn't heard from him before and the guy instantly backed away once he realised how angry Chris was. Suddenly, he disappeared into the crowd of people in the living room and Chris's tense shoulders relaxed again.

"Thank you," I mumbled and Chris let out a sigh, turning around to face me as he gave me a half-hearted smile, "He freaked me out."

"How much have you drank already?" he asked, an amused smirk on his lips as he tipped my chin upwards to look into his eyes.

"I lost count," I shrugged, my movements slow and lazy. He shook his head with a smile before he swung his arm over my shoulders and he began pulling me outside. We exited the house and walked over to the firepit where the rest of our friends were.

"Where's Tara?" Nick asked from one of the white wooden chairs they placed around the fire.

"Dancing with Zach," I shrugged before Chris adjusted his arm around my shoulders to hold me closer to him protectively, "You don't have to hold me hostage. That guy left."

"He could still be here. I couldn't see if he actually left or not," Chris spoke matter-of-factly as he sipped on the bottle of beer he had in his right hand.

"What guy?" Matt slurred as he looked up at me from his place on the grass, his eyes glassy from the alcohol he had consumed. Seeing him drunk was funny to me because he was a fun but emotional drunk, "You look pretty."

"Thank you, Matt," I giggled and he scooted over to lean against my calf lazily as he closed his eyes.

"Some guy was being an asshole and wouldn't leave Layls alone," Chris rolled his eyes, his annoyance still lingering and I wrapped my arms around his torso. The blue sweater he wore slid up on his torso since he lifted his arm to take another sip of the beer so my hands were placed against the warm skin of his hip.

"Stop stressing about it Chris," I mumbled as his warmth kept me from freezing outside in my dress and he hummed in response. I looked down at Matt who was still slumped against my legs and I giggled, "Matt don't look up at me because you will see up my dress."

"I'm tired," he mumbled, completely ignoring my statement and my eyebrows threaded together in amusement. I looked up at Nick who sighed, rolling his eyes as he got up and walked over to Matt who was practically half-asleep against my legs.

"Come on. You're going to bed," Nick grumbled as he grabbed Matt's wrist to pull him to a standing position. Matt had outdone himself with the alcohol and that was clear as he almost fell as soon as Nick let go of him. As Nick rolled his eyes, he threw Matt's dead-weight body over his shoulder and trudged inside making me giggle.

Chris pulled me towards the chair that was previously where Nick had sat since it was the only chair still available, the other chairs had been taken by strangers. He unwrapped his arm from around me and sat down in the chair while, as per usual, manspreading with his black baggy jeans on.

He patted his lap before looking up at me, "You're gonna freeze. Sit down."

I sighed, placing myself on his right thigh as I crossed my legs over. I left my legs placed in between his parted thighs and he rolled his eyes before picking my legs up. He swung my legs over his other thigh before placing his right arm behind my back to prevent my back from digging into the armrest.

"Fuck it's cold out here," I shivered, the cold breeze covering my legs despite being fairly close to the fire.

"Well scoot closer and you wouldn't be cold," he mumbled before downing the rest of his beer. He placed the beer bottle on the ground beside the low chair and I moved to fall on his chest, my head resting on the back of the chair beside his, "Better?"

"Yup," I answered shortly as I wrapped my arms over my stomach. It wasn't strange for Chris and I to be this close, everyone knew he was my best friend. What was strange was when he moved his left arm to hang it over my thighs, pulling my legs closer to his torso as his right arm snaked around my waist even further, "You okay?"

"Mhm. You're like a little heater," he mumbled and I lifted my head away from the chair to look at him properly to see a smirk on his lips.

"We're sitting in front of a fire," I stated the obvious and my speech was slurred slightly from the amount of tequila I had consumed in such a short span of time.

"Yeah, but you're blocking half of it," he looked at me with raised eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

Before I could respond, Nick returned outside and walked over to us, "Layls, your ass is almost out sitting like that."

I went to move my hand from around my stomach to pull my dress down but Chris beat me to it, using his left arm that was slung over my thighs to pull down the bottom of my dress. His cold fingers brushed against the back of my thighs, sending a jolt through my body at the sudden contact.

"Thanks," I mumbled, looking at him and he hummed in response. He kept a grip on my dress to hold it down as he let his hand rest on the back of my thigh. I ignored the fire that ignited in my stomach, knowing it was the tequila in my system making me react like this to my best friend. Nick sat down on the grass beside us to keep himself warm near the fire as he sipped on his drink lazily.

We stayed like that for a while before I noticed Tara stumbling through the backyard as if she were looking for something. Her eyes caught mine and her face lit up before she jogged towards me, her shoes now lost somewhere on the property and her feet bare on the grass.

"Come have a shot with me!" she cheered as she stopped beside us and I pursed my lips, "Chris, Nick, you too. Let's go!"

She grabbed my hand, pulling me off of Chris's lap and I heard Chris chuckle as she dragged me inside. I looked behind me to see Chris and Nick following suit as we entered the kitchen. Tara quickly poured us 4 shots before handing one to each of us.

"Link up!" she yelled over the loud music as I picked up the shot and looked at Chris. I wrapped my arm around his, our elbows connected and he winked at me before Tara screamed, "Three, two, one!"

We took the shot at the same time before untangling our arms and I saw Nick and Tara make disgusted faces as they unravelled their arms as well making me laugh.

"Don't run away from me this time. I'm gonna keep an eye on you," Chris told me sternly and I nodded in agreement, knowing he was protective over me whenever we went out.

+++

I lost track of time as we kept drinking and dancing, losing ourselves in the sea of people. Chris was always nearby, talking to different people and having various drinks but he was always in my line of sight as promised. At one point, he joined me on the makeshift dancefloor before he got dragged away by someone I didn't see the face of.

Tara and I once again got tired and decided we would sit on the couch that was shoved into the corner of the room. We flopped on them, giggling in our drunken state at the feeling of the leather against our skin.

"Thank you for inviting me!" she said happily as she sat up, adjusting her hair on her shoulders as I lay with my legs hanging over the armrest, looking at her upside down since I had to tilt my head back to look at her.

"Thanks for coming bitch!" I yelled back before we fell into a fit of giggles again. I suddenly felt a presence in front of me and I looked up to see Chris standing in front of my legs.

Without warning, he pulled me up by my wrists before he grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed at the sudden movement, putting my palms on his lower back to make sure I didn't fall flat on my face if he let go of my legs.

"Chris! What are you doing?" I yelled, my voice drowned out by the music and he didn't say anything as he held down the bottom of my dress with his left hand. He began moving through the crowd of people before he carried me upstairs, "Christopher!"

He walked down the hallway, the thick walls now drowning out the sound of the music downstairs and we paused at the end of the hall. I heard something click before we stepped into a room which I quickly realised was his. He kicked the door closed, locking it quickly as I continued to try to wriggle out of his grip.

Suddenly, my back fell onto his bed with a thud and I let out a squeak from the impact. I flipped my hair out of my face before I sat up with a huff, the room spinning from how drunk I was and how quickly I had been thrown on the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at him to see he was staring down at me with no emotion. His eyes were glassy and his chest was heaving from carrying me across the house.

"I told you to not run away," he simply stated and I rolled my eyes, attempting to stand up again but he pushed my shoulders down again causing me to slump back onto the bed.

"I didn't run away. I went to the couch. We're in our house, Chris!" I groaned and he kept an emotionless expression as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, "I was having fun."

"I fucking hate when you don't listen to me," he grumbled as I leaned back on my palms.

"Why is it so fucking cold in your room?" I asked, the amount of tequila in my system made it so I had absolutely no filter between my brain and mouth. Chris didn't say anything, instead he slipped his sweater off and threw it onto my lap leaving him in only a white tank top, "What's this for?"

"You said it was cold. Put it on," he raised his eyebrows and his short tone made me want to argue with him. He knew I hated it when he talked to me like I was under his control and I was drunk enough to embarrass myself to prove a point.

I threw the sweater on the ground before I kicked off my heels and Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at me. I stood up, grabbing the hem of my dress before I slid it over my head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, not looking anywhere but my face as he stared at me. He'd seen me in my underwear hundreds of times over the past 6 years but never in a situation like this.

"I'm not cold," I shrugged and I threw my dress on the ground before I started walking towards the door, "In fact I'm hot. I'm gonna go outside and cool off."

"Absolutely not," he grabbed my forearm and pulled me away from the door again so I stood in front of him, "Don't be an idiot just to prove a fucking point."

"Don't try to tell me what to do," I retorted as I pulled my arm away from his grip and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in the process. His eyes finally travelled somewhere other than my face as he scanned me head to toe before he smirked.

"Planning ahead?" he asked, reaching his hand up to slide under my black bra strap before he snapped it back against my skin.

"Why do you care?" I questioned, glancing down at my underwear realising that I put on the most see-through lace bra and matching black panties. I stood there for a moment to think about the fact I was standing in Chris's room practically naked and more drunk than I wanted to be. The reality of the situation had sobered me up in a split second.

"It's cute," I heard the smirk in his voice and I looked up as I felt my face heat up, a smirk plastered on his lips as he looked at me, "Would look better off though."

I pursed my lips as I looked at him nervously, all my confidence being lost as he exuded his usual cocky energy. I was used to his flirty personality, Chris flirted with everyone and everything because he found it funny. But right now, it felt a lot more serious.

Suddenly, the flirting was real and the fire in my stomach ignited once again. I knew I wasn't in my right mind as he stepped towards me, his body mere inches from mine because I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I pulled him closer to me and he placed his hands on my hips before he whispered, "This is such a bad idea."

"Yeah, it is," I whispered back as my breathing got shallow, staring at nothing but his lips.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he said impossibly quieter but didn't move away from me, only inches his lips closer to mine.

"No we shouldn't," I answered in the same tone once again, the tension in the room weighing heavy on my chest as I felt his fingers tighten their grip on the flesh of my hips.

"Fuck," he mumbled quickly and before I could register the look behind his eyes, his lips met mine feverishly. It felt as though my brain shut down and my body had a mind of its own as I pulled him impossibly closer to me, savouring the taste of alcohol on his lips and the feeling of his hands grasping my skin.

As he slid his hands down from my waist, he gripped my ass roughly making me gasp causing him to slide his tongue past my lips. He kept sliding his hands down until he reached under my thighs.

He pulled away from my mouth briefly to mumble, "Jump."

I followed his instructions and jumped with the guidance of his hands under my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist before I connected my lips with his again. He spun around, sitting down on the bed and I moved my legs so I could place my knees on either side of his thighs. I straddled his waist, unravelling my arms from around his neck before I pulled them down to tug on the hem of his tank top.

He removed his hands from my thighs as I slid the tank top up and he held his arms up for me to slide the material over his head. I threw it behind me lazily before I attached my lips to his once again, our movements rapid as if this would disappear at any moment. His hands found my ass once again, squeezing it slightly making me hum in content. He pulled his lips away from mine, travelling kisses down my jaw before he reached my neck, sucking and biting at the skin. He found a spot below my ear that sent shivers throughout my whole body and I knew he noticed my body's reaction because he stayed with his lips in that spot for a moment.

I subconsciously began grinding my hips down on his now hard dick creating friction against my aching core and I let out a whine from the sensation. I felt him smirk against my neck before he helped me move my hips against him by guiding me by my ass.

"You sound so pretty for me," he rasped in my ear and I let my eyes flutter closed for a moment, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his body against mine. His right hand removed itself from my ass and travelled up my back before I felt my bra straps become loose. I realised he had managed to unclasp my bra with one hand and I quickly slid it off of my arms, throwing it to the ground.

He pulled his lips away from my neck, staring at my now exposed boobs and he looked like he was going to drool the longer he looked at me. I lifted his chin with my hand, pressing a kiss to his rosy lips which were now slightly swollen.

"It's rude to stare," I teased as I whispered against his lips and he smirked before he kissed down my neck again. Eventually, he reached my chest, biting and sucking around my boobs before he attached his mouth around my right nipple. I whined at the contact and he used his hand to knead the other, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger as I breathed out, "Chris."

He hummed against me as he switched to my other nipple and I threaded my hands through his soft brown curls, tugging on the hair gently. Within a second, I was suddenly on my back in the bed and Chris stood at the edge of the bed between my parted legs. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, kicking them off of his feet to reveal the black boxers he wore underneath. He didn't waste a second before he grabbed my thighs, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed before he knelt down on the floor and kissed the inside of my thighs. I sighed in content as I threw my hands on either side of my body, holding the sheets between my fingers in anticipation.

"Chris," I groaned, shuffling my hips around impatiently and he smirked against my thigh before he looked up at me through his eyelashes.

"What's wrong?" he teased, still pressing gentle kisses to my thighs dangerously close to my core.

"Please," I whined as I arched my back against the soft sheets.

"Please what?" he taunted me even further, now throwing my legs over his shoulders but pausing kissing the skin of my legs, "Use those words, baby."

"Just do something. Please," I whined once again and he chuckled before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. He pulled them down my legs at a teasingly slow pace before he threw them on the floor with the clothes already littered around the room. Without warning, he moved his head between my thighs and placed a kiss on my clit making me whimper from the contact.

That was all the confirmation he needed before he began tracing circles around my clit, lapping up the wetness that was pooling between my legs since we entered his room. I threw my head back as I let out a moan, my breathing picking up the more he worked his mouth on me. I felt the vibrations of the music blasting through the house, the faint sounds of people talking and feet stumbling up and down the house but I drowned it out the moment Chris wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still.

My hips habitually rolled upwards and he hummed against me, the vibrations making another moan tumble from my mouth with ease. I looked down to see he was staring at my face, his eyes full of lust and need as his tongue swirled around me creating pure bliss in my body. He removed his right arm from around my thigh and he pulled his mouth away from my pussy briefly, lapping up the wetness with his fingers as I bit my lip. He looked into my eyes, studying my reaction as he carefully inserted a finger into me and I closed my eyes, letting out another moan.

He began sucking and licking my clit again as he slid his finger in and out of me at a steady pace before he added a second. My hands flew to his hair again, tugging on it roughly as my hips bucked in the air. His fingers quickened their pace and I felt my stomach tighten, getting closer to my climax quickly.

"Chris, I'm gonna-" I cut off my own sentence with a moan and before I knew it, my legs were shaking on either side of his head as my orgasm hit me like a truck. He helped me ride out my high, slowing down as I whimpered and whined lazily. He pressed a kiss to my core once again as he slid his fingers out of me.

After unravelling his other arm from around my thigh, he stood up and I looked up to see him place his fingers between his lips before pulling them out with a pop. He climbed back over me, placing a kiss on my lips as he leaned on his left elbow for balance, his other hand kneading my boob gently. I tasted myself on his tongue as I wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him closer to me.

I pushed him onto his back on the bed beside me before I sat up and straddled him once again. I put my hands on his chest, smiling down at him when I noticed the shock on his face and my hair fell in front of my face. He moved his hands up to my face, tucking my hair behind my ears before he cupped my jaw with his rough hands.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered gently and I giggled as I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips before I began rolling my hips against his, "If I don't fuck you now, I'm gonna cum in my fucking boxers."

"Impatient as always," I mumbled, a giggle falling out of my lips again and he pulled away to look up at me. Suddenly, the reality of the situation settled in my stomach and I breathed heavily as I whispered, "Are you sure you won't regret it?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly before he smiled, "You're asking me now?"

"I'm serious, Chris," my tone changed from flirtatious to cautious, "Will you regret this tomorrow?"

"I never regret anything with you," his voice softened as he ran his hand through my hair, looking up at me with a gentle gaze, "This isn't about to change that."

I took a deep breath, feeling more sober than before as I dragged my hands down his bare torso. I moved to stand at the edge of the bed and Chris sat up, leaning back on his elbows. I slid my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, biting my lip as I looked up at him. He smirked at me and that was my signal to slide them down.

I teasingly dragged them down and when the black material reached his thighs, his dick sprung out. I pursed my lips to hide my smile as I slid the boxers off of his legs. I leaned down, kitten licking the tip of his dick causing him to suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck don't do that," he groaned making me giggle and I stood up, straddling his waist again. He leaned back on the bed as I carefully lined his tip with my entrance.

I slowly slid down, letting out a rough moan that drowned out his own before I reached the base of his dick. He knew I'd only ever had sex with one person but what he didn't know is he was much bigger than him. I placed my head on his chest as I let out a heavy breath, adjusting to his size before I began moving my hips up carefully. He let out a groan as I started moving and I sat back up, placing my hands on his chest as I let out a whine. He moved his hands to my ass, helping guide me over his length as I moved slowly. I hung my head with my jaw slack as I let out pants of pleasure.

"Fuck," I heard him groan as the grip on my ass tightened, "You're so fucking tight, baby."

The rasp in his voice and the pleasure that undertoned it gave me more confidence. I decided to move faster and he let out another moan as I picked up the pace. His hips began lifting into mine and I let out a whimper from the impact.

Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back and he was towering over me again. He placed my ankles over his shoulders before he pushed his way back into me and moans tumbled from my mouth at the new position.

My words were incoherent but the one clear thing was his name coming out as a moan. I looked up at him to see he was staring down at where our bodies met before he looked at my face, his eyebrows threaded in pleasure as his mouth hung open. His right hand reached up, placing itself at the base of my throat and I was thankful for all of the awkward conversations we had about our sex lives because he knew exactly what I liked. He tightened his grip on my neck and I let out a strained moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

"You look so fucking pretty, baby," he huffed, keeping a steady pace as his hips met mine continually, "Been wanting to see you fucked out like this for so long."

I let my eyes open again and he leaned down, pressing my knees to my shoulders as he let his hand unwrap from my throat. He gently kissed my lips, a stark contrast from him pounding into me and I moaned into his mouth. He placed his hands on the back of my knees, realising this new position would send me over the edge.

"Hold your legs for me, princess," he demanded and it felt like I was a dog in training because I immediately did as I was told. He placed his right hand on my lower stomach, using his thumb to rub circles on my clit and another moan ripped through my throat.

"Chris," I gasped as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, "I'm gonna cum. Please."

"Let go, baby," he spoke lowly and my body registered his words faster than my brain because as soon as his sentence finished, my orgasm flowed through my body. I gripped the sheets on either side of me as my body shook and I contracted around his dick, his pace began to get sloppy telling me he was close.

"Baby," I moaned as he drilled into me, taking his thumb off of my clit to not overstimulate me too much.

"I'm gonna-" his words were cut off by a raspy moan and he pulled out of me. I let my legs fall on either side of him before I sat up quickly, grabbing his dick as I pumped him in my hand quickly. I stuck my tongue out, looking up at him with doe eyes and he made eye contact with me.

The muscles on his stomach contracted as he tilted his head back, letting out a loud moan as he reached his climax. The warm liquid fell on my tongue and around my face as I stroked his through his high, smiling to myself as I watched his body shake slightly from overstimulation. I let go of his dick as he looked down at me, a dopey smile on his lips. I swallowed the cum that had fallen on my tongue before I smiled up at him.

"Hang on," he said quickly, reaching towards his bedside table to pick up his phone. He held the phone in front of my face as I smiled up at the camera, the flash turning on quickly before he locked his phone and threw it on the bed, "Never want to forget what you look like after I fucked you brainless."

"Can I get some tissues now?" I asked, giggling since my head was still in the clouds and alcohol in my system made me feel even better. He chuckled, grabbing the box of tissues that were on his bedside table before he picked a few out, grabbing my chin before he gently wiped my face clean. He threw the tissues into the trash before he looked down at me again.

"You okay?" he questioned, his voice gentle as he pushed my hair away from my face and I hummed in response, "You wanna go back to the party?"

"Can we just stay here?" I asked and he nodded, walking over to his drawers. He pulled out two clean pairs of boxers before crouching down in front of me, sliding one of the pairs up my legs. I lifted my hips to let him pull them up to my waist and once they were securely on, he slid the other pair on himself. He jumped in the bed and I crawled over to him, laying myself next to him as I placed my head on his chest.

He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and the heat from his body kept me warm in the cold room. He slid the covers up, covering our bodies before he kissed the top of my head.

"I'll tell you what," he spoke and I looked up at him tiredly, "I definitely don't regret it."

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A Thousand Times, Yes.

Ominis x f!MC oneshot

Aged up, seventh year, mention of sex, possible spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy, canon divergent, major character death, grief, wet dreams, pining, room of requirement is the best wingman.

prompt: Y/N Y/L/N is in love with Ominis Gaunt and has no idea how to tell him. She decides to take him to the Room of Requirement so they won't be disturbed as she tries to confess.

words: 2998

Not beta read

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You were determined this time you were going to tell him. You were going to tell Ominis Gaunt that you were in love with him. You just…needed to stop acting like a damn baby rabbit and running away every time you were alone together. Two years now that you had known him. Two years that you had gotten to know the proud, honest, kind and wickedly funny guy that Ominis Gaunt hid behind his stoic persona. It had taken time to get him to lower his walls around you enough to let you in, but that time had been worth it. Ominis Gaunt was going to go on to do great things, you just knew it. At first, you’d only been acquaintances because of your friendship with Sebastian, oh Sebastian. He hadn’t been the same since Anne died from her curse.

You’d tried to help him, you really had, but after he killed his Uncle and you, Ominis and Anne decided not to turn him in. Well…Anne had continued to decline. After she passed, you and Ominis had come together to help Sebastian. He had grieved, he had gotten really low to the point where you and Ominis had silently agreed to never leave the other boy alone. Through it all you hadn’t realised that Ominis too was grieving just as hard. Anne had been a sister to him as much as she had been to Sebastian. While you had only just met her, Ominis had been taken in by their family.

The night you’d walked into the undercroft, hoping for some peace from the new popularity that being the “hero of Hogwarts” had granted you, and found Ominis crying alone and begging Anne’s forgiveness for not trying harder, that night your heart had broken for him. You’d held him, and he had let you, and that was when it had started…the stirring in your chest for this boy who never showed his emotions to those he didn’t trust. He had let you hold him while he cried.

Time had passed since then, now your heart skipped a beat whenever you hear his voice, when you see his perfect opal eyes and styled hair, the smell of his cologne when you enter a room he’s occupied recently. You had it BAD and the worst part was, the stronger your feelings grew, the harder you found it to spend time with him alone, for fear you’ll do or say something that would permanently ruin your friendship.

But, you have decided you can’t live like this forever. You have to know if he feels the same. It is your final school year, and if you go on to live your life with Ominis Gaunt as only a memory then you needed to know how he felt in return. That was the problem though, every time you tried to tell him, you’d lose your nerve. He was just so out of your league that you didn’t think he’d ever think of you as more than a friend he relied on.

Not tonight, no, tonight you were determined to just get it out in the open and bear the consequences. Ominis was too kind to hurt you with a harsh rejection, he’d let you down gently and then you could move on. Move on, instead of pining for him night and day, and dreaming of his lips on your own, his body flush against yours, skin on skin. You groaned and rubbed your tired eyes as you remembered the particularly x-rated dream you’d had the previous night. You didn’t even know where the images had come from, you were a virgin, you’d never even seen anything like what your poor lovesick brain and come up with.

You had asked Ominis to meet you outside the room of requirement, though he had no idea what the hallway in question contained, you didn’t want to risk being interrupted by Sebastain in the undercroft like had happened so many times in your attempts to confess. As you leant against the tapestry opposite where you knew the door to be you took several deep breaths and attempted to go over the words you planned to speak to him. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear Ominis greet you as he came around the corner.

“Y/N, that is you, right?” he asked waving a hand in front of your face scaring you out of your thoughts.

“Ominis!” you squeaked, “I’m sorry, my mind was…somewhere else,” you said as your cheeks grew hot.

“It seems even when I do catch you alone your mind isn’t with me,” he joked with a chuckle.

“Well…you see…I’m…” you stutter trying to explain yourself.

“Y/N, I’m only teasing you,” he said with a lopsided grin as your face grows even redder, you’ve never been more thankful for the fact he couldn’t see you.

“Right,” you murmur and clear your throat, “Well, I wanted to show you something,”

“I’m afraid, you may be disappointed,” he stated dryly, “Since, I can’t see anything you show me,”

“Ominis!” you scolded with a laugh at yet another of his ‘blind jokes’.

“I apologise, I couldn’t help myself,” he said with a lopsided smile, “I’m sure I will be enamored by anything you have to show me,”

You blushed at his reassurance, “I sure hope so,” you said under your breath and began to pace the hallway. You didn’t realise but he heard your muttered words and as you paced away from him, he smiled to himself, he knew he would love it, because he was enamoured with everything about you. Ever since the scriptorium when you had taken the curse to spare him more pain, since watching you (figuratively) try and help Sebastian and Anne, since standing by your side to help his best friend through the grief of losing his sister, since all those times he had ‘seen’ and felt firsthand your genuine goodness, he had fallen deeper and deeper for you.

He’d do anything to ensure your happiness, that included not telling you about his feelings, because if he was ever brave enough to confess to you and if by some miracle you felt the same, he knew his family would never allow for you to be together, and if they did, it would only be so they could get their claws into the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ and try to somehow manipulate you into using our gifts for their greed. If he was ever able to extricate himself from his family, then maybe he could pursue you, but not until then.

However, despite knowing that keeping his distance from you would be for the best, he couldn’t help but hate how you had started to avoid him. He had tried not to let anyone see how upset he was about it, but the truth is, it hurt him deeply when you avoided spending time alone with him like you used to. So, when you had asked him to meet you in this empty corridor, he had to stop himself from running there to meet you, lest somebody see him and follow. He wanted to be alone with you, call him greedy if you wanted because that’s what he was, greedy for your attention, greedy for your kindness, just greedy for you.

You watched as the door to the room appeared on the wall of the corridor and smiled. The nerves threatened to catch up with you as you turned to see Ominis watching you with pale opal eyes. You knew he couldn’t see you but the way his head tilted slightly as he listened to the sounds of you made you cheeks heat up once more.

“What is that?” he asked raising his wand slightly, a look of wonder appearing on his face, “There’s a new door,”

“Welcome,” you say and open the door for him to walk in, “To the Room of Requirement,” You watch him move his blinking wand around as whatever magic that allowed the semi-sentient piece of wood to show him what places looked like showed him the room you had painstakingly built and decorated since fifth year. The door closed behind you both as you followed him deeper inside. The ceiling lit the room with warm sunlight despite the late hour outside, and plants grew from many plant pots dotted around the bookcases that lined the walls. If you had to describe it to somebody, you’d say it was a library crossed with a greenhouse. A staircase to the left led down to where your brewing stations were set up. There was only one vivarium now, as your need to protect the wild beasts surrounding Hogwarts wasn’t so dire since you eradicated the poacher rings.

The spaces they had once taken up held comfortable seating areas, but nothing else of real importance. You hadn’t spent a lot of time in the room since you had caught up with the other students in your year, preferring to study with Ominis and Sebastian in the Undercroft.

“This is…how did you find this place?” Ominis asked.

“Professor Weasley showed me in fifth year, it was supposed to be a quiet place where I could study and practice my spell work in order to catch up to the rest of you,” you explained, “of course, she didn’t know about the Undercroft, so…”

“You’ve known about this for two years and never told me?” he asked, the hurt in his voice evident.

“Ominis, I…” you began, instantly worried you had upset him, but you caught the slight twitch at the corner of his lips that gave away his teasing, “Damn you,” you hissed and he cracked up laughing. The sound made your breath catch, his laugh was music. “I was worried I’d hurt you,” you growled, “Don’t do that,”

“I’m sorry,” he said but you could tell he didn’t mean it.

“Why do you have to tease me?” you asked pushing at his shoulder gently.

“Because you’re so gullible,” he replied with a half shrug, and you scowled, pushing him again, slightly harder this time to his chuckle.

“I have a right mind to obliviate you and never show you this place again,” you muttered crossing your arms.

“You wouldn’t,” he said, so confident in his assertion that you had to push back.

“Oh? And how can you be so sure?” you asked turning towards him.

“Because, you like me too much,” he replied with a half shrug turning to face you too.

“Do I? because right now, I’m feeling very the urge to curse you,” you stepped closer and poked him in the chest.

“Oh, you do,” he stepped forward, smirking down at you, and suddenly you realized exactly how close to him you were. His chest nearly brushed against your own and you had to crane your neck to meet his blind gaze. Heat flooded your face and you took a step back from him nervously.

“How could you possibly know that?” you asked, voice small and breathy.

His brow furrowed slightly as he tilted his head, catching the sound of your voice, a beatific smile growing on his face, “Maybe I’m reading your mind,” he stated following your retreating steps.

“Ominis…” you warned…or maybe begged, you didn’t know anymore. Your heartbeat jack hammered against your breastbone, and you retreated again.

“Y/N…” he replied matching your movements, it almost sounded like a question.

“I brought you here for a reason…” you said quietly, the blood rushing in your ears making it hard to hear your own quiet voice.

“Oh?” he asked, still stalking you slowly across the room.

“I wanted to tell you something…but…” your nerves were getting the better of you at the look on his face as he followed you, like you were his prey,

“Then why are you running away?” he asked with a slight pout.

“…I don’t know…” you whispered, “I can’t stop,”

“Hmm…perhaps you should, I have a feeling you’ve done enough running from me lately Y/N,” he voice dropped slightly, temptingly, and you were transported back to your dreams from the previous night where he had whispered all sorts of things in that voice.

The backs of your legs bumped into something soft, and you turned your head slightly. You face burned as you realised the room had materialised a large fourposter bed with luxurious deep green bedding that looked like it would slide over your skin decadently.

“What’s this?” Ominis whispered against your ear. He’d reached you while you had been dumbstruck as the room, and how it spoke to exactly what you wanted in the most embarrassing way, “a bed? This wasn’t here a moment ago,”

“Ominis,” you squeaked at his sudden proximity.

“I guess you’re not running now,” he teased pressing into your space, “Now, y/n, tell me, why did you bring me here?”

“Ominis…” you gasped as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his breath brushing against your skin there.

“I’ve heard about the Room of Requirement,” he stated, you stood stock still as his lips just barely grazed against your throat, “It supposedly gives you whatever it is you want or need at the time,” he tilted his head so that his lips brushed your ear as he asked, “Why is there a bed here y/n?”

You shuddered at his quiet question and swallowed, gaining the courage to speak from his own boldness, “Because I want you,” you said, and just like that, the dam was broken, “I have admired you since the moment I met you and as time has gone by my feelings have only grown and now I can’t go a day without wanting to see you, hear you laugh, and bask in your presence, I dream about you and wake up wanting, I have never even looked at another guy because I have only ever wanted to be with you, to hold you, touch you…” you trailed off as you noticed how absolutely still he was, how his breath on your skin had grown ragged. “…Ominis?” you asked raising your had tentatively to touch his chest, feel his heart racing beneath the cotton of his shirt.

“Forgive me,” he whispered, “I just, never dared dream that you…” he took in a shaky breath, “…I told myself to stay away from you, but after your honesty…y/n…I can’t help myself any longer,” his wand clattered against the floor as his hands trailed up your arms to where your robes were secured at your neckline, with deft hands he removed the clasp and guided the material off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. You were too astounded to react as he gripped your waist gently and half lifted, half threw you onto the bed. You gasped and raised up onto your elbows to see him removing his own robe and jacket, leaving him in his waistcoat and shirt, a sight you’d seen a few times while practicing spells in the Undercroft and had always had you staring.

“Ominis…” you crooned as he began to crawl over your body. He used his left hand to hold himself above you as his right skated up your body gently until he was cupping your neck and then your cheek.

“y/n…please…may I kiss you?” he asked, ever the gentleman, even after throwing you onto the bed.

“If you don’t, I might cry,” you said, half joking, half serious. He smirked and took a shaky breath. Using his thumb to trace your cheekbone, he trailed his fingers gently over your skin until he could trace the shape of your lips. He kept his thumb on your bottom lip and curled his fingers under your chin to guide you up to meet him.

And then he was kissing you.

His lips were soft and coaxing. It was unpractised and new, and absolutely wonderful. The taste of his breath in your lungs made your head spin. You didn’t know when you closed your eyes but you opened them as he pulled back. “y/n…” he whispered, “I have wanted to do that for a long time,”

“Me too,” you replied, just as quietly, not wanting to break the moment, or to have yourself waking up from yet another beautiful, agonizing dream.

“If I may…” he began.

“You may.” You cut him off making him chuckle.

“Oh y/n, the things I have dreamt of doing to you,” he purred and kissed the side of your neck, “but, I would court you first, take you for a fine meal, and walk hand in hand beneath the stars,” he trailed soft kisses along your skin until he reached your lips again, “Then I would woo you with romantic music, and light candles around our bed,”

The imagery made tears prick the corners of your eyes. As you opened your mouth to speak, to tell him you were happy to wait, the room creaked around you. The ceiling sunlight faded to the silvery glow of the moon and stars, the potting tables and vivarium disappeared to be replaced by a large table set for two with platters of amazing looking food and drink the room must have summoned from the kitchens, and floating candles flew from the bookshelves to light the room with a warm glow as the soft sound of string instruments filled the air.

“What’s happening?” Ominis asked as he tilted his head to listen to the new sounds in the room.

“The room, it supplied us with everything you described,” you whispered, “Including the meal, I didn’t know it could summon food from the kitchens,”

“Astonishing,” he whispered and slowly backed off you, leaving you cold from missing his warmth. Then he held out his hand to you, “Shall we enjoy our first date?” he asked with the biggest smile you had ever seen grace his perfect face.

“Yes, a thousand times, yes,” you replied and took his hand, allowing him to help you to your feet.

[nwjws]

while you were sleeping - pjs

; PAIRING - jay x gn!reader

; SYNOPSIS - in which you’ve had the same album on repeat, unable to get it out of your mind. just like how jay, your roommate, can’t seem to get you out of his.

; WC - 1.4k (minus the lyrics)

; TAGS - college roommates au, fluff, from jay's pov, based off laufey's 'while you were sleeping' ; WARNINGS - not proofread

i still can't believe that you noticed me

mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you patiently wait for your roommate, park jay, to finish cooking up some breakfast. a comfortable silence has settled between you two, with the only sounds being the sizzling oil on the pan and your humming.

"you've been listening to the same 14 songs for the past week."

"what?" you ask, looking up at him. you stare at his back, broad shoulders exposed by his tank top.

he turns his head to look back at you over his shoulder, raising a perfect eyebrow. you realise then what he's saying.

laufey had released a new album last week, and you literally haven't played any other song outside of it since it dropped. you can feel jay judging you, but you just shrug at him. you were definitely not stopping.

"so what if i've had bewitched on repeat? can you deny that they're good?" you challenged him.

"no, of course not," he chuckled to himself, turning back to the pan. "i'm just surprised you haven't gotten sick of it yet."

"i would never get sick of laufey," you say with mock offence.

"alright, then," he said with a teasing undertone.

you wanted to retort, but he placed a plate in front of you, making you forget what you were going to say.

"hey, you have a later clinical today, right?" he asked as you two dug in.

"mhm."

"take the box i left in the fridge with you before you go then. its some extra lunch i made so you'd have enough energy to get through the day."

"thank you," you say appreciatively. "you really don't have to do that every time i have a heavier day."

"well, if i have time to, then i don't see why i shouldn't."

"what about you? what are you doing today?"

"my professor cancelled class today, so i'll go check out if i can bother heeseung or jake."

"i'll pray for whichever victim you choose, then," you joke.

"maybe i won't make you extra lunch next time," he pouted playfully.

"no, no. those actually really help me. god knows if i didn't score you as my roommate, i would have passed out several times by now."

"grateful to be of service"

after breakfast, jay lounges around the apartment as you're getting ready. some show plays on the tv, but it doesn't drown out the sound of must be love playing from your speakers.

you shout your leaving when you exit the shared apartment, and jay wishes you a good day. he watches you close the door, leaving him completely alone.

i'll never forget the first time i saw you then

when he drives to the shopping centre with jake later that day, he pauses mid-sentence when he realises something.

"is everything good?" his friend asks.

"yeah, i just recognised the song playing."

"really? you listen to from the start by laufey?" jake asks. he had decided to connect his phone to jay's carplay, and had been in the one in control of the playlist.

"not really, but my roommate does."

"y/n? that's pretty cool. they've got good music taste," he replies.

"they've had her newest album on repeat since she dropped it," jay laughs, eyes on the road.

"do you find that annoying?"

"of course not, it's funny seeing them prance around the apartment, belting their heart out," he laughs at a memory of you singing at the top of your lungs. "i guess i'm more of a second-hand listener now? if that's even a thing."

"probably," jake shrugs.

a light pink bouquet, a promise you'll stay and i start to believe

the two had decided to eat out at wagamama's first, before anything else.

"i think i'll get the pad thai," tells the waitor, who nods and notes it on his ipad.

"hm, i'm feeling like trying the grilled chicken ramen," jay says. "oh, could i also get the miso mixed vegetable salad to-go?"

"sure," the waitor replies. he pockets the small device in his apron, and leaves for the kitchen.

"you ordered another meal?" the younger asks curiously.

"me and y/n go here often. of course, i had to get them something. usually, they'll go for the typical miso salad, or some curry, but they've decided they wanted to try being vegan recently. so i got the vegan one," jay explains nonchalantly.

"wow, you really care a lot about them, huh?"

"of course, we're sharing the rent, after all. have to be a good roommate, otherwise they'll leave and i'll have to pay the bills on my own."

"maybe i should get a roommate," jake chuckles. "but i don't think i'd be able to get someone like you."

"i'd feel sorry for whoever ends up with you," jay teases him. "and anyway, they're a good roommate. they do the laundry for the both of us, and we usually spend the weekends cleaning together."

"you guys are so lucky," is all jake says.

i don't recognise myself ; who've i become?

jake dragged jay into their third clothing shop that day, despite jay's protests. in self-defence, jake whines about needing some new shoes.

"don't you have like, thirty pairs? what could you possibly need another one for?"

"actually, i only have twenty-eight. and i need one for graduation, of course."

"right, because none of your almost-thirty pairs suffice," jay rolls his eyes.

"don't act like you dont have seventy pairs of the same polo shirt."

"i don't!"

"i've seen your closet, don't lie to me."

jay sighs and leaves jake to wander around the shop on his own.

"there you go again, buying another shirt," jake's voice sighs from behind jay fifteen minutes later.

"not for me," jay shakes his head. he turns to show the clothing piece to his friend. "for y/n. this is definitely their style, and it'll fit them so well. they have a pair of shoes that are this exact colour, so it would be good outfit if they sandwhich it with any bottom piece they choose."

"you think a lot about your roommate," jake raises his eyebrow at him.

"i see them all the time, why wouldn't i?" jay asks.

"no, like, you think too much about y/n considering you're 'only roommates'," he says with a quote gesture.

"stop suggesting weird things," jay walks ahead to the counter, leaving jake to follow behind.

"is it really so weird, though? if you like y/n like that?"

jay just ignores him, and pays for the shirt. it's not, he thinks to himself, because it's not a new thought either.

i trace it all back, 3:30 am that night something turned in my heart

"thank you, jay," you hug him when he shows you what he got. "you really need to stop buying me things."

"i can't help it," he smiles. "when i see something that reminds me of you, i just feel like i have to get it."

"with how often you buy me things, i'd say a lot of things remind you of me, huh?"

"seems like it..." he scratches his nape, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you. thanks jake, he scowls in his mind. now he can't stop thinking about what he said earlier.

you and jay decide to watch a movie the next night, since it was a friday, and neither of you had to be up early the next day.

but jay couldn't focus on the tv when you two were basically cuddling under the shared blanket on the sofa. his skin prickled where his arm hung around your shoulder, and the weight of your head on his made him feel light and airy.

the warmth of your body seeped through your clothes, and brought him immense comfort. your sweet scent filled his nose, subconsciously recognising it to be one of the perfumes he'd bought you.

it was only when the movie ended he realised he hadn't been watching at all. and neither were you, if your light snores were any indication.

he huffed amusedly to himself, and shifted on the sofa to get you two in a more comfortable position, actually lying down. reaching for the remote, he carefully switched off the tv, leaving the only source of light to be a soft, warm yellow coming from a corner lamp.

jay stared at your features, illuminated by the dim light. he realised right then, in the comfort of your arms, far into the night, what he felt for you.

while you were sleeping, i fell in love.

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here we are, no one else

Summary: Wanda and R finally get a moment alone

Word Count: 1768 Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Part 6 of 'Half of My Hometown' series masterlist <- previous part | next part ->

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“No Vision tonight?”

Your voice breaks Wanda out of her mindless stare at the floor. She looks up, smiling as she meets your eyes, while slightly shaking her head.

“No. He’s not even in the country, Tony needed him for some intelligence mission.”

“Shame,” you mumble. The woman across from you smirks and raises an eyebrow in amusement at your sarcastic tone, and it’s only then that you catch what you said. Even though you’ve clearly been caught, you clear your throat and quickly try to change the subject to distract her. “You know… it’s been years, but I still feel weird calling him ‘Tony’.”

“Do you still remember all the names we used to call him?” Wanda asks and, though it's light-hearted, you pick up on the slight edge to her tone. 

You sheepishly nod, floods of former nicknames for your current boss resurfacing in your mind. Across from you, Wanda’s tight posture loosens slightly, and you realise the implicit meaning behind her question – testing where you stood with Stark, and whether you'd judge the decisions she had made in your absence.

“I can’t really mention those to Vision,” she adds shyly. Your gaze snaps back up to hers with wide eyes and an open-mouthed expression at the thought, just to see her grinning widely.

“Definitely not,” you laugh, surprised by how at ease you feel again tonight, “those names should… well… they should not leave Sokovia.”

“Probably where Stark would ship me back to if he found out.”

“You and me both,” you hum, “though it would be nice to go back home.”

“Not much left of it though.” Wanda frowns and drops her eyes to the ground, the mood sobering quickly.

Seeing her this dejected is enough to make you frown too, so you bump her shoulder with your own and shoot her a toothy grin once she meets your eyes, “I’d have you though, wouldn’t I? The two of us back in former Sokovian land? That’s home enough for me anyday.” She smiles at that, and you feel a warm sense of satisfaction in your chest with the knowledge that you caused that.

“What about right here? It’s got us back together again, maybe we could call this New Sokovia.”

“Right here? This little patch of corridor?”

Wanda nods, “Yes, exactly! We meet here often enough, it’s basically our spot, and if home is where the two of us are…”

“I’ll bring a sign next time. ‘Welcome to New Sokovia. Population: 2 (only at 2am)’, sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Wanda laughs again with a wide and carefree smile on her face; a small noise which somehow has the power to warm you so completely from the inside out, as well as draw happiness to your own lips. You've missed this. You've missed her.

But then, quickly, your expression drops – something you only notice you've done when you see it mirrored by Wanda, whose face now shifts to concern over your disheartened look. Before she can ask what's wrong, you blurt out what it is that you've just remembered. 

“I won't be here tomorrow.”

Typically, agents only work the night shift a few days a week, at the most. You had volunteered yourself to take the hours permanently – you enjoy the late nights, and it spared a few of your coworkers who prefer to have proper sleep schedules – but even with that, you'd worked every night for over two weeks. A break was long overdue.

Wanda still hasn't answered, and you begin to thrum your fingers against your leg. The ease of your previous conversation is now long gone, replaced by pounding nerves for her reaction. It was only one night, that shouldn't be a big deal, but it hasn't happened yet since your reunion with Wanda, due to the unusual scheduling.

“What?”

Her question gives little away.

“I, uh… I won't be here tomorrow,” you repeat redundantly – clearly she heard you. “I have the day off so… well, you know, if you're waiting here then it'll probably be someone else who comes past at 2am. Not that it will be any problem! Of course you're allowed to be here so they won't have an issue, but… just…”

You trail off, after finally noticing that Wanda hasn't said a word – nor even been able to say a word – amid your rambling. Once you stop talking, the lingering silence is enough to make you squirm, bouncing on the balls of your feet and swinging your arms as you refuse to make eye contact.

“Oh,” is all Wanda finally says.

You force your eyes upwards, daring to read Wanda’s face even while you fear the expression you might see; but hers only matches yours, eyes down towards her hands and lower lip ever so slightly caught between her teeth. She's disappointed, but not with you. There’s a question that’s been dying on your lips nearly every night for two weeks, and a wave of realisation washes over you that this is your opportunity to ask it, the best opportunity you’ll ever have.

“Would you meet during day? With me. During the day. Meet with me during the day. Would you want to meet up during the day instead?” You had to blurt the words out quickly before self-doubts could silence you, but as your cheeks burn, hindsight tells you that waiting a little longer to talk wouldn’t have hurt. At least just long enough to form the sentence. Regardless, your embarrassment from the situation now only served to aid the self-doubt which had finally caught up from your actions, and you quickly stutter over your next words while seeking to give Wanda a get-out clause, if she wanted to take it. “Obviously you don't have to, especially if you've got training or-”

“I'd love to.” Wanda cuts you off with a teasing smirk, well aware of how much you would have continued to talk had she not interrupted. “I finish training at 1.”

“I’ll meet you at 2?” you offer, “2pm. I’ll bring lunch, and you can take some time to wind down and get out of that uncomfortable looking outfit you have to wear.”

“My costume?” Wanda gasps in mock offence, while you struggle to contain your laughter – your teasing comment getting exactly the reaction you knew it would. “It looks very cool! Admit it looks cool!”

You hum, resting a hand on your chin in thought and drawing out the wait for as long as you can. “I did hear the full leather look is the next big trend,” you shrug with a devilish smile that Wanda would have seen had she not started celebrating the admission early. So you continue, “...if you’re in The Matrix.”

Her victory is swiftly ended; her arms drop to her sides and a pout overtakes the prior smugness while a deadpan gaze bores into you. 

There’s a familiarity to her expression that sends you hurtling into your memories, stabbing at your heart when you remember the giggles of you and your accomplice, celebrating to yourselves everytime you managed to lure a young Wanda into your verbal (or even sometimes physical) traps. Over a decade later, you catch yourself before you can turn to share your joy with Pietro. He’s just another face you won’t ever see again. 

Wanda doesn’t see the way your smile falls, something you're glad for. So when she turns to you with a renewed spark in her eye, even when you know that means she has a retaliation incoming, you coerce the prior amusement back into your expression.

“You’re just jealous,” she says with a light shove to your shoulder, and sticking out her tongue too for good measure, “because you used to wear your homemade costume everywhere, but I’m the one with the real one! Didn’t you wear that thing to bed?”

You gasp now, surprised that she not only remembered it, but also decided to use it against you.

“You're going to bring my costume into this?”

“Mmmmhm.”

“Alright, бубамара (ladybug)…” you trail off, grinning wildly as her face flushes redder than the aforementioned costume. “I should have known that’s where the red theme comes from.”

Scare resources forced you down creative routes to stay entertained in your childhoods – one such time involved cobbling together various clothing scraps and other well-worn items into costumes to imagine yourselves in lives that weren’t your own. You pictured yourself as a hero, strong enough to stop the onslaught of missiles raining down in Sokovia. Wanda, meanwhile, became a ladybug.

“It’s the colour of my powers,” Wanda whines, bashfully defending herself. But you still have thirteen years worth of teasing to unleash.

“Which is coincidentally the same colour? Or were you subconsciously channelling the bug all along?”

“...I don't even know why I missed you.”

Your face softens a little, taking in her words as the confession they are, that she’d missed you. Despite the demons in your brain, you find that you aren’t surprised by it – she’s already shown you that she’s missed you beyond a doubt, and those feelings don’t go unreciprocated. Still, the explicit reassurance of your friendship always manages to bring a warmth to your heart and this time is no different. Wanda clearly takes in your expression because she relaxes too, her shoulders sagging and a slight upwards turn appearing on her lips.

…It’s the perfect time to double down.

“The costume memories were a big gap! It’s understandable to miss them, Wands! But don’t you worry, I’ll just tell your team about it and make sure they give you plenty of reminders.”

“You wouldn't-” 

You really wouldn't. Your lack of communication with the Avengers aside, the moments between you and Wanda – the shared memories, experiences, and jokes – they're something you're fiercely protective of. A feeling only comparable to jealousy sets in when you imagine one of Wanda's new friends calling her ‘ladybug’ the way you do. It's your nickname for her, a term for only you to use and nobody else should even get to know it. Not that you'll ever let Wanda know that.

Instead, you look down at the watch on your wrist, flashing the display to her as you grin and begin to walk backwards. Her head tilts in confusion and you almost hesitate to go. Almost. “Oh, would you look at the time? I better get back to my patrol. Got a lot to discuss with any Avengers I run into, afterall.”

Wanda's eyes darken, squinting and daring you to say anything about your childhood nickname for her. You smile innocently in return.

“See you at 2pm, бубамара! Dress comfy!”

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A/N: went home for Easter and lost absolutely all my motivation to write, but it's here now 😭 anyway, comment/reblog with your thoughts on this one and what you want to see in future! :)

[cheegu3]

hi do you think maybe you can do a yandere bully fanfic with all of enhypen and could you base it off the bully scenes from the glory like the curling iron scene? i was thinking this was a really good idea but if you haven’t seen it you can look up clips on youtube! ty 💓

hi, thank you for requesting! this is one of my favorite kdramas so I love you for this - this is not one of my best works as it's not very '' yandere '' but I hope you like it regardless :c <3

genre; yandere

wc; 2.5k

pairing; ot7!bully - enha x f.m reader

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, severe/graphic bullying, burn marks, torture, SA (forced kissing) + mentions of potential non-con sex

Enhypen - as bullies (the glory themed)

The gym hall looked eerie in its emptiness, only the sunset shining through the tall windows gave some light to the room. A lone basketball laid close to the old hoop by the wall, you could practically hear the squeaking from Heeseung's shoes as he stood by it - making shot after shot while the others tortured you.

Dread had started to fill up in your body. At the end of the day when the school-bells rang to signal it was time to go home, an arm was laid around your shoulders. It was one of the two more flirty ones of the group, Jake. He was accompanied by their scary leader, Jungwon who joined your other side shortly after.

Panic flared up, an instinct your body had after all the torture it had endured; so you immediately tried to wriggle out of their grasp, but to no avail. Jake's hand snaked down around your waist instead, and he pulled you harshly towards his body.

To onlookers you might look like a sweet couple, walking each other home at the end of a long school day. But the truth was far from that.

'' Meet us in the gym in fifteen. '' Jungwon said.

That was all they said before walking in front of you and disappearing somewhere down the halls. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding in, feeling light-headed as you found a quiet spot to calm yourself down.

Fifteen minutes was still some alone time before you had to meet them. You could either spend those preparing for the worst or escaping, but the latter would likely have very grave consequences.

There was a problem though - you very much wanted to escape. Not because of the likely torment you'd be put through if you obeyed and went there. But because you had promised your mom you would pick her up from the hospital.

It was a horrible dilemma. Either keep your promise and suffer the consequences of their wrath once they realise you won't show up - or, show up, suffer, and betray your mom.

After a few moments of thinking, you had made up your mind. The recurring teary-eyed face you kept imagining if you didn't show up at the hospital, was enough for you to gather your things and exit the quiet area.

You scanned both directions before bolting for the front door, and you ran all the way to the bike rack; throwing yourself on the bike and leaving without looking behind you.

Unknown to you, there stood Sunoo on the top of the stairs to the entrance. He had been asked to guard it in case you would try to escape, but clearly hadn't been quick enough as you went past him and were gone in the blink of an eye. The usual cheery one of the group, nicknamed sunshine didn't look very happy now. A pout formed on his lips as he thought of the scolding he'd get for letting you slip past him.

'' Sunoo? ''

He forced his eyes shut and took a deep breath before turning around to the owner of the voice.

'' Yes, Ni-ki? '' he answered the taller male, who had probably been sent to fetch him.

The two guys who had practically been attached to the hip during the early days of joining the school knew each other so well, that the younger - Ni-ki, immediately knew something was wrong by the look on Sunoo's face.

'' Did she escape? ''

Sunoo sighed again and his head hung low, but the other simply gave him a hug while patting his back slightly.

'' It's okay, I'll make sure they won't be too mad. ''

They smiled at each other before heading in together. What you hadn't anticipated was that while Jungwon was very mad at Sunoo, he was even madder at you - and as a result of this, the group conjoined a very sinister revenge plan to show you to never disobey them again.

*******

The next day you walked to school with a hoodie on, hair covering most of your face and keeping your head low. There was about a 0% chance that the group would neither terrorize you or see you, yet the low profile still provided some relief.

The first class was art, one that you shared with Ni-ki, Jungwon and Sunghoon. Purposefully you got in late, taking the last place available which was at the back.

Throughout the whole lesson you could feel eyes on you, but to your surprise none of them came up or talked to you. Not even your painting was ruined in revenge, nor a childish note passed your way.

The bell rang again, and you held your breath. The room quickly emptied out but you could almost feel their presence still being there. Silence filled up the space. Then you heard the scraping of chairs being pushed away, and heard the footsteps getting nearer.

Finally you put on a somewhat brave face and looked up. You met eyes with Jungwon, and immediately your brave face fell. He had never looked this angry before, his eyebrow was almost twitching, and his eyes were burning with fury.

You stood up in an attempt to make the height difference from you sitting while he stood less, because it seemed to only intimidate you more. He still looked down at you unfortunately.

'' Where did you go yesterday? '' he spat out bitterly.

Taking too long to answer, or avoiding to all together felt like a death sentence in that moment so you hurriedly blurted out, all slurred. '' I had to go. ''

You saw Sunghoon and Ni-ki chuckle at your distressed state being so bad, you could barely speak. But Jungwon didn't find it the slightest amusing, his lips formed a thin line.

'' I thought we told you to meet us in the gym. ''

What were you supposed to say? Whatever you did, it would end the same way anyway. You bit your lip and nodded shamefully. He scoffed, making you look up again. It was the first time he had shown any emotion except for anger in the conversation - only now, something else was behind the smirk and glint in his eye.

Revenge

'' You're coming with us now, and this time you can't run away. '' Sunghoon said, coming up to you to hold you around the waist, the same way Jake had done.

He started moving you out of the door while Jungwon and Ni-ki followed close behind. Your heart sunk with every step you took towards the familiar place.

You could hear the slight clinking of the gym-keys that Jungwon held and were once again, painfully reminded of how powerless you were in this situation - no one was going to save you this time either.

But then you finally reached the destination, despite you relentlessly praying that someone would intervene or for some miracle thing to happen. Ni-ki had been given the key as you neared the gym and he unlocked it swiftly, being too used to it by now.

Inside were the others - Heeseung, Sunoo, Jake and Jay, all smiling wide as soon as you came through the doors. You heard them close behind you and the familiar heart-dropping sound of the keys turning again.

Heeseung was the first of the group to get up. He casually strolled over to the basketball hoop like he always did, smirking as he knew all attention was on him.

You almost started to feel sick when you noticed in the corner of your eye while looking at Heeseung, that Jake was moving towards you. No amount of repetition could ever brace you for his hands roaming over your body, as one of them forced you in place so he could sloppily kiss you.

The boy in front of you rolled his eyes and groaned as he was interrupted before it went to far, like always. He gave you one last look before both him and Jay lead you to the plinth.

Jay's cold and harsh hands hooked under your thighs to lift you up and you complied, almost too tired already to fight back.

You closed your eyes and mentally prepared for the slaps you'd get as they would line up in front of you; almost like a game.

But...it never came.

You opened your eyes again, just as you heard snickers scattered across the gym. Sunoo was in front of you with Jungwon to his side, meanwhile Jake and Jay were still standing on either sides of you to hold you down.

Their fingers took an iron-grip around your wrists as you instinctively started trying to get out of their hold. Sunoo looked a bit sorry for you as he stepped up, his eyes were practically begging for mercy which was unusual. The boy usually looked embarrassingly excited to kiss you every time he was glad to be the one to do that to you, rather than hurt you. That one time he was forced to, he cried so he never had to do it after.

You gave him a questioning look before he smashed his lips against you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. As you were about to pull away to gasp for air, something boiling hot was pressed firmly against your forearm.

The sound of skin sizzling combined with your blood-curling scream echoed in the empty gym.

You continued to scream out in pain until your throat was hoarse while your whole body was squirming to get away from the fire-like sensation.

The object was removed but it continued to burn. It was a pain you'd never felt before; as if your skin was on fire. Sunoo pulled away and you had the chance to look down at the injury.

An ugly red mark had already been left after the thing, and you almost felt like crying.

Meeting his sad eyes, yours traveled down to his hand. Eyes widening upon discovering he was holding a curling iron.

'' We got it from one of the girls. '' Jay said before you felt him release his grip on you.

You immediately fought back even harder against the irritated Jake; but Jungwon quickly took over Jay's previous spot, his eyes boring into yours being enough for you to quiet down.

The item was handed over to Jay who stepped closer, it must've been his turn. Unlike Sunoo, he looked very excited; like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time and would relish the pain you'd feel. His lips curved up into a smirk as he saw you panic the closer the curling iron got to you.

'' No, please! '' you begged, despite your pride.

Tears were freely falling down your face as you struggled to breathe. They weren't holding you down entirely but it felt like they were pressing your chest down.

Your bullies just watched amusedly as you started hyperventilating, pleas spilling out of your mouth.

'' Please- please...don't do this. ''

He was now so close that your legs were on either side of his body.

'' Do you know why we're doing this? ''

You were quiet, whimpering as you racked your brain trying to come up with an explanation for the most excruciating thing they'd put you through so far.

Jay was getting impatient. The only thing that could be heard in the vast hall for seconds was the basketball bouncing, a sound you'd grown familiar with. It was like a ticking clock, the faster it bounced the more impatient the bullies got.

'' I-I didn't show up yesterday. '' you hurried to blurt out when noticing his hand carrying the curling-iron hovering closer to your arm.

He smiled again, although it didn't quite reach his eyes which sent alarm-bells ringing inside you. This was the biggest mistake of your life. You could really tell as you turned your head and stared into Jungwon's dark eyes, that they were not going to let you go until you had suffered, much more.

And then without warning he pressed the item onto your skin again. You screamed louder than before as he pushed it even deeper into your skin than Sunoo had.

Jungwon and Jake had to use all of their strength to hold you down, as your back arched and you had almost successfully gotten out of their grasp.

Finally, after seconds he removed it. But yet again it didn't prove to be much better. The two wounds burned and itched tremendously. You had the urge to scratch them until you'd see blood, however; all you could do was cry and cry, and cry. Their taunting laughs rang in your head which made you get louder.

The sobbing turned into wailing, mixed with screaming as you continued to fight against your bullies that were holding you down. Jake grimaced, a look of both fascination and annoyance painted on his face.

'' You're so fucking loud. '' he spat.

'' Heeseung, shut her up! '' you heard Ni-ki shout.

And the sound of the basketball bouncing stopped. So did your crying as you felt nauseous at the new sound of their footsteps nearing you.

This time, you knew what was coming. Sunghoon was following him behind, and you were sure they would take turns while mocking you and smirking.

'' No..No- stop! '' you were letting out panicked whimpers now as you thrashed around even more than before.

It annoyed Jake and Jungwon, who now had to push you down from the front as tried your hardest to fight them off.

'' Please...Jungwon '' you pleaded.

'' Jake? ''

'' Sunoo? ''

But it fell to deaf ears, and before you knew it - they had arrived much faster than you would've hoped for. Ni-ki picked up the ball in the background and the younger guys left to go play as Jay took back his old spot.

Ni-ki, Jungwon and Sunoo were scary, but the older ones were much more terrifying. They tortured you in such a personal and violating, psychological way.

And it was so bad, to the point that you started to hyperventilate as soon as you got eye-contact with one of them.

'' Missed me? '' Heeseung cockily asks as he gets closer to you, eying your lips like a hungry predator.

'' Stop! Get off of m- ''

He shut you up by pressing his lips against yours. When you tried to turn your head, he forcefully grabbed your chin and kissed you even harder.

Then he pulled back and you took a deep breath, shaking in fear. The soles of your shoes dug into the plinth as Jay and Jake dragged you up so you were laying on the stage.

Sunghoon crawled on top of you and gave you an evil smile as he went for a kiss much nastier than Heeseung's. Your fingers curled as your nails tried digging into thin-air.

Muffled laughs of Jake were heard in the background as he put his whole bodyweight on top of your arm so Sunghoon could kiss you without you moving one millimeter.

Jay followed suit; and then you were immobile, only your legs kicked in protest as Sunghoon's tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

You were struggling to breathe, and you weren't sure how long you were gonna last until you'd pass out.

The thought of them being alone with you like that - terrified you.

[bvclee]

the girl from library

content: non!idol, highschool au, introverted x extroverted, wlw, popularity.

genre: fluff, a little angst.

WARNING: slight mention of bullying.

ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

kang haerin x fem!reader

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Y/n was those people Haerin avoided, loud, happy and too much highlighted for her liking. Those people that everyone loves and wants to be friend with. Y/n was friend with the school sweetheart Danielle, the gossip girl Hyein and the everyone crush Minji.

They weren't bad people thought, she just didn't like them because they were in good terms with her bullies.

Haerin only had one friend Hanni and she really didn't minded. She was happy with Hanni, even if the girl was friends with those people, she was still caring and a good friend to her, defending her against bullies.

Y/n sighed as she once again looked everywhere for the book she was looking for.

She wasn't the type of people to really enjoy reading, but she had to read a book for her french class and she didn't wanted to fail. So here she was searching for the book she needed.

"Where is it-?" She cut herself and finally found what she was looking for quickly taking a sit in the library.

Y/n wasn't aware of the cat eyed girl staring at her the whole time forgetting she was reading at first. She would lie if she said that she didn't find Y/n attractive.

After a few minutes staring, Danielle entered the library as she hurried to wrap her arms around Y/n's shoulder. She told her something and the other eyes opened in shock one before they left the library in hurry.

Haerin glanced at them before returning to the book she was reading before.

"Haerin!" The cat eyed girl turn around, to find her best friend and only friend Hanni, running toward her with a big smile. "There's a party at Minji's." The shorter girl announced with a knowing smile on her face.

Haerin shook her head no, knowing what she meant.

"But please! You know how Minji is my crush since for ever! And Y/n will be here too! Please just this time!"

"No, I won't go."

"Please, Haerin. You're my best friend. You're supposed to support me in this!" Hanni said in a dramatic tone while putting her hand on her forehead. Haerin roll her eyes as Hanni continued begging her.

She hated party, but yet she was here watching her best friend blushing and giggling in front of her long time crush Minji. Maybe it was alcohol or the realisation that she needed to make a move, but Hanni was determined to get something from Minji this night.

She sighed as she decided to take some fresh air, hoping that Minji wasn't an asshole and won't do weird things to her best friend.

She sat down on the high sidewalk in front of the house. It was a little cold but not enough to be shivering. It was calm, the loud music muffed playing in the background.

She felt nice and peaceful.

"Why are you here?" She heard a soft and sweet voice, a calm voice and angelic one.

She turned her head slightly, only for her to met two pair of eyes staring down at her sat body.

Y/n.

Haerin didn't given her an answer, she just glared back at the trees' leaf moving slowly, being lighted by the street lights and the moonlight.

Y/n head tilted and her eyebrows frowned in confusion. It was the very first time someone as treated her this kind of way before.

"Kang Haerin? Right?" She asked once again with a polite and sweet smile getting closer of the girl, who just nodded staring at her.

Y/n was aware of Haerin's staring. She often catches her looking at her, and Y/n founded it cute.

"Well, enjoy the wind." She said with a smile, despairing back into the the house, her silhouette getting drown in the drunk teenagers.

"You did not tell her that?" Hyein said with a scoff. "'Enjoy the wind, gna gna. Are you dumb!?" She said pushing Y/n by the shoulder in fake anger.

"Hyein." Danielle said while laughing at the show in front of her while shaking her head. "Leave her alone..."

"Yeah, leave her alone. I got the number of her crush's best friend." Minji said proudly, there were no link between the both things she announced but she still said it.

"I get it thanks." Y/n affirmed rolling her eyes as Hyein was still calling her 'dumb' and 'stupid for not getting the girl's number'.

Hanni was watching them from afar, not understanding any of words they were saying, she glanced back at Haerin with a pleading look.

"You can go alone. Why do I have to be with you?" The cat girl asked in annoyance.

"Because you're my best friend and I need you to survived her friends stares." The shorter explained getting up as she grabbed Haerin's arm.

That's until Minji and Y/n were already walking toward their table.

Minji was clearly flirting with Hanni in front of the other, that made Haerin embarrassed and leave. But she didn't even noticed that Y/n followed her to the library.

"Kang Haerin." The taller girl turn around glancing at the girl in front of her.

"Kim Y/n." She answered, not as rude as she was at the party, it made Y/n's stomach exploded in every way possible and imaginable. Her heart beating faster.

"I was wondering something." The cat girl gave her a look meaning that she was waiting for the question. "Do you like girls, by any chance?"

Haerin was taken aback by Y/n boldness and straightforward nature. But she nodded, not giving an proper response. But Y/n didn't cared, she was happy that Haerin even give her time of day.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Silence.

"Why?"

Y/n tilted her head in confusion and then smile.

"Because, i want to get to know you better."

Silence again.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I said yes. I will go on a date with you, Kim Y/n."

The shorter girl smiled happily, it made somehow Haerin feel something, something different. Something different, a feeling that she liked.

"Give me your phone."

"Why?"

"So I can give you my number, dummy." Y/n giggled as she handed her hand out waiting for Haerin to give her the phone as the cat girl give her.

She took a quick selfie, tapped on the screen and hurried to give Haerin her phone back.

"See you around, Kang Haerin." And she left.

When Haerin glanced down at her phone, she blushed at the contact name.

'y/n gf <3'.

[calxia]

on phantom's post-summon isolation: does the loneliness cut deeper because aurora was welcomed into the fold so quickly? because the other ghouls in the ministry are capable of accepting and caring for new recruits, but they're actively choosing to ignore him

Im lowkey tired rn but I couldn't go to sleep without writing something for this ask because it's so good. so here's almost 500 words of Phantom realising he's just not good enough.

Phantom thinks nothing of it at first. They pay more attention to her because she was summoned first surely? and soon they'll warm up to him too and treat him with the same kindness as her eventually!

A few weeks pass and he's still getting ignored by the whole pack. Aurora is getting doted on by everyone else constantly but most days he won't even get a sideways glance or a seat set at the table for pack meals. But that's alright! Maybe they think he's still a bit nervous and he needs to show them he wants to bond with them!

Phantom begins trying to get everyone's attention. First, he sidles up next to the Ghoulettes while they are cuddling on the den sofas, wanting to join in the ghoul pile but unsure just how to ask. As soon as he settles down Cirrus immediately grumbles out something he's unable to understand and the girls untangle themselves to leave the room. Phantom is left sitting alone very confused, but brushes it off cause maybe they remembered a chore they forgot to do and didn't want to get in trouble with Papa!

Next, he decides to try Mountain. He's seen how Aurora will often spend hours in the greenhouse with Mountain while the earth ghoul picks berries for her to eat and flowers to weave into elaborate crowns. So he enters the greenhouse when he knows the older ghoul will be tending to his beloved plants and waits to be noticed. An hour goes by without Mountain noticing him so Phantom starts to make his way towards him, accidentally knocking a plant pot over in the process. Mountain swivels around to face him with a look of anger on his face. He growls out something in a low tone, and Phantom doesn't stay long enough to figure out what would happen to him and instead hides in an old unused office for 2 days.

Phantom continues trying to mirror Aurora's actions with the other ghouls for another few weeks, attempting to bond with them with little success. The nail in the coffin comes when Phantom tries to join Aurora and Rain where they are curled together watching some film. Rain was easily one of the calmest, kindest ghouls in the pack so surely this would go well?

Before he can even sit down properly, Rain swivels towards him and growls. Phantom freezes still where he's half sat down in shock, and when he doesn't move away quick enough, Rain bares his teeth at him and hisses angrily. Phantom flees quickly after that.

when he makes it to his room and locks the door with tears streaming down his face, Phantom comes to a realisation. It was never anything about him being a new summon, they were treating him this way because of who he was.

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Granddaughter Pt3

Pt1

I walk to the pub James frequents at. Nervously I scan around and see James with his girlfriend on his lap. I take a deep breath and walk over to him

"Jame can we speak, alone"

"Look at this boys. Told ya she'd be back, look love I've moved on time for you to as well" he laughs

"Actually James I don't want you back, but you deserve to know something. Have a choice, so can we..?" I motion to an empty table. He moves his girlfriend off his lap and they walk to the table and both sit down

"So?"

"I erm... I had a baby"

"Ok and?"

"She's yours, her names Eloise" James laughs

"Yeah sure. You've probably been whoring round. That's what you Shelby's do isn't it. Your a bastard as well aren't you? Your dad fucked a whore got her pregnant, your aunt fucked your dads best mate and got pregnant. Lest she fucking married the man, but did you think you'd be any different?"

"She's yours, I haven't..." James interrupts me from speaking further

"Whatever YN. Tell your dad I'm not marrying you or accepting that bastard as mine" James stands up leaving me to try and stop the tears in my eyes. I get up from the seat and leave the pub as quickly as I can and go home.

I arrive to Grace rocking Eloise in her bassinet that's downstairs

"Grace?" YN cries

"YN what happened?" YN runs to her step mum and crying in her arms

"I told him and he doesn't want to know her. Said we were both bastards and I'm a whore. And now he's probably going to tell everyone that I have a daughter and I probably slept with loads of people"

"Like hell he will" I hear dads voice, not knowing he was in the room when I poured my heart out to Grace "I'll deal with him"

"No dad just leave it. This is my mess"

"YN he did this to you. He bragged about it. No one messes with the Shelby's you got that. I'll be back later" dad takes his peaky hat and coat leaving the house

"What will he do?"

"Probably just scare him. Won't do more than punch him. Now why don't you go and have a bath, relax and I'll keep an eye on Eloise"

"Ok" I wipe my tears. Lean down in the bassinet and place a kiss on my daughters head before going to have a bath.

Later on in the evening dad comes home. I'm sat on the sofa holding Eloise whose awake and content. I notice blood on dads shirt

"Dad what did you do?" I ask watching him take his cap off

"James won't say shit now"

"What does that mean dad. What did you do?" I ask

"Arthur, John, Finn and I had a little word with him. When he started spewing shit I had to make him realises I wasn't joking. He's fine, just a bloody nose"

"Dad you can't just punch every one I have a problem with"

"No?m, but when they are saying lies about my daughter and granddaughter I have to let them know that they don't mess with the fucking peaky blinders. He said he won't marry you, well I don't want you to marry him. He's not good enough for my little girl. Until you meet the right person and I approve of him I will be by your side and help you. Promise"

"Thanks dad" I say giving him a little smile

"I'm going to get changed and when I come back down I'd like to have a cuddle with my granddaughter if that's ok?"

"Of course it is dad"

"Told you your dad would come around" Grace says smiling "and you are going to be just fine. One day you'll meet a nice man and he won't care that you had a baby out of wedlock. He will love you both"

"I hope so" I sigh. Dad walks back downstairs in clean clothes and takes Eloise from my arms

"You might not have a father right now, but you are very loved and you'll be spoilt rotten. You mummy loves you so does granny Grace and gandpa Tommy"

"Please don't call me granny. Nan will do" Grace chuckles making me laugh.

[luveline]

PLS PLS PLS IM ON MY KNEES what about Remus with a sunshine reader? Like she comes around and is just so chatty and energetic and a much needed change of pace for our brooding quiet boy

Remus takes his earphones out the moment he sees you, but that's his secret alone. You barrel through the atrium to drape yourself over Sirius’ shoulder, meeting his smirk with a genuinely ecstatic smile before looking up at the others. “Hello, my favourite boys. Did you get dinner yet?” 

“No, babe, we were waiting for you. Sit down,” Sirius says. 

You beam and make directly for the chair next to Remus, though you could've sat with Sirius, or a little ways across next to the girls. “Hey,” you say, like he's the only boy you've ever wanted to speak with. James makes a knowing face behind your back. “What are you having?” 

“Remus doesn't believe in canteen food,” James says.  

“No kidding,” you say, still smiling, not even slightly put off by this nor Remus’ passive expression. It's not that he doesn't like you, the opposite, he just has a headache and he hates uni. You make it easier, a light in the dark. “What's not to like? Three quid for a slice of burnt pizza or five for a bowl of metallicy pasta. You couldn't get it any better.” 

“We'll go up to town,” Sirius suggests with a chuckle.  

“Let's order a pizza or something, they'll deliver in here, won't they?” James asks. 

You focus on Remus. “You don't like anything at all? The curry and chips is nice enough.” 

“It's not for me.” 

You nod appreciatively and let your tote bag fall from your shoulder into the crook of your arm. You rifle around and pull out a tupperware full of cut fruit, slices of banana, strawberries, blueberries, what looks like circles of pear. “We can eat this.” 

Remus could say no. He can't decide what's worse, saying yes or no, that is until you open the lid and put it between you both, offering to Sirius and James as well, and suddenly it isn't awkward at all, just something you've done. The pads of your fingers turn pink with strawberry juice as you tell him, “I was gonna put some tangerine in here but I keep getting super sour ones.” 

“They're out of season,” he says, fingers brushing yours as he takes a slice of banana. He swears, it zings. 

“I should know that. You know everything.” You leave a little strawberry print on the back of his hand, unnoticed, and he knows he's fucked when he lets it dry there in the shape of your finger. 

Somewhere between fruit slices and your chatter your chair grows closer to his, your knee pressed to knee without remorse, your elbow a whisper from his as you lean back in your chair. “So, bad day?” you ask. 

“What makes you think that?” 

You tap the space between your brows. He registers the gesture, nearly misunderstands, but eventually he relaxes the set of his brow and his tensed jaw. It's actually a relief. He hadn't realised he was doing it. 

“There,” you say, still smiling softly. “That's better. You'll get a headache, you know?” You sound genuinely worried. “It's not good to be so tense.” 

“Thank you,” he says. James and Sirius order a pizza on speaker across from you both, and, for fear you've missed it, he adds, “Thanks.” 

You needle into him with your elbow gently. “You're welcome. You're handsome when you smile.” 

“Not like you,” he says, “you're brilliant.” 

Your teeth peek out. His chest lifts, you look that happy, and when he smiles back it doesn't feel nearly as taxing as it usually does. 

[i-cant-sing]

Idk if you’ve watched ladybird but there’s this secnce where lady brid says to her mom that “I wished you liked me” and the mom replies “ ofc I love you” “but you don’t like me” and I can imange this with big brother Dabi and sister reader

Y/n “I wished you liked me dabi”

Dabi “ ofc I love you”

Y/n “ you love me but you don’t like me”

Yes yes yes. I can just see it.

Like imagine that perhaps reader went out of the house at night without telling anyone, all because she wanted to go and surprise her big bro on his birthday. You know your relationship hasn't exactly been... ideal with him, nor does he like to celebrate his birthday, but yo hoped it would be different this time.

You were going to his apartment when you saw him leaving his place in his dingy car. So, you hailed a cab and followed him to his secret hideout at the LOV, but before you could hear or see any villains, Dabi ha caught you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He was fuming as he dragged you away from the hideout, his hands hot enough to leave scorch marks on your wrists.

"D-Dabi let go- you're hurting me-" but he just pushed you into the passenger seat.

"I asked you- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" You flinched, but Dabi didn't care.

"Does mom know you're out here? Does anyone?!" He began driving away, brows furrowed. "What the hell are you gonna do if they wake up and don't find you?!"

You bit your lip and looked down, hands trying to ease the pain from where he held them. "I'm sorry... I just- I just wanted to surprise you-" you pulled out a small gift box. "-happy birthday, Dabi!"

"What?"

You smiled weakly. "I-Its your birthday, and you don't come on your birthday because you donf want us to celebrate. But I wanted to surprise you, that's why- that's why I came to your house alone, and then when I saw you leave, I followed you. I promise I was just going to give you the gift and go back home! I was gonna go home!" You shook your head. "But forget about that! Mom won't find out! Just open your gift, it's really nice! I know you're gonna like it!"

"SHUT UP!" Dabi yelled, smacking the gift out of your hand, letting the box fall to the back seat. "JUST SHUT IT! I don't care that its my birthday! I don't care that you were gonna go home! You messed up the moment you left the house when you damn well know you're not allowed to step a foot outside! Now mom's gonna fucking panic because of your stupidity and now I have to fucking pick you up and take you back home because you're a fucking pain in the ass!" You sat there stunned in silence, tears starting to flow down your face as his words echoed in your head.

Dabi took one look at you before rolling his eyes. "Great. Start the waterworks now."

After a few more minutes of silence, you finally spoke.

"Do you love me, Dabi?"

"What?"

You looked up at him, eyes holding some strange emotion. "Do you love me? Do you even like me?"

And even though every fibre of his being was telling him that something is not right, he still replied coldly. "No. I don't care about you, fucking nuisance."

You gulped, nodding your heard.

"Noted." And with that, you opened the door and flung yourself out of the moving vehicle.

"Y/N!!!"

-

And from here on out, things could go two ways. First could be the possibility of reader cracking her skull open and either dying or going in a coma. And he'd finally open her gift and realise it was a photo frame of him holding baby reader and there was real joy and happiness as he held his baby sister for he first time. And with the photo were letters from you, expressing how grateful you are to have a big bro like him and how you wish to be as amazing and protective as he is.

The other possibility could be reader fracturing multiple bones and being put on bed rest for months, only this time when Dabi comes to apologise for being a shitty brother, reader does not forgive him and simply ignore his existence, practically cutting him out of her life. Which greatly pains Dabi because he feels immensely guilty and he can't stand you ignoring him because now everytime he closes his eyes, he sees you trying to take your life again because he made you feel unimportant.

[miniteezez]

09:01

C.San x few reader

Part 3

Warnings: reader cries, little angst I guess but meh. Fluff. Karen.

Part 1 Part 2.

A/n: this will be it for now but I’ll update if I get any ideas :)

Sun shone in through the windows, the rays somehow targeting your eyes. Waking up from your slumber, you found yourself unable to move. Looking back, you found San wrapped around you. His face was pressed to your shoulder, hair splayed out messily on the pillow. Smiling, you carefully manoeuvred so you were laying flat on your back. Making sure he was still asleep, you carefully pulled San closer, resting his head comfortably on your chest. His arm subconscious curved around your waist, his hand fisting your shirt. You quickly took a picture, finding it to be really cute. Then, you sent your parents a message, just to let them know you were okay. A small groan made you look down as San began to stir. His eyes opened slowly, immediately looking up at you and smiling. 

"Morning. Did you sleep well?" Even though his words were slurred, you giggled and fluffed up his hair. 

"Very well. You're warm." San chuckled deeply, chest rumbling against your side. Wetting his lips, he blinked the sleep away half heartedly. In that moment, you felt so content. You felt safe, at peace, like everything was finally in the right place. Even in his half asleep state, San was beautiful. It was almost tragic too see. Almost painful to realise just how much you liked him. In the span of a week, you'd grown attached to the red-head and were so afraid of having to let go. What if your date went badly? Or he realised you were dull? What if he finally saw how ugly you felt? 

"(Y/n)? What's wrong?" San propped himself up, leaning over you. You blushed at the proximity, avoiding his gaze. 

"I'm just thinking." His eyes wondered over your features. From the crease of your brown to your downturned lips. He knew something was wrong.

"You can be honest with me. I won't laugh. I'll listen." San spoke sincerely, hoping his words would properly reach you. Sighing, you gulped a little and began voicing your thoughts.

"I'm just waiting for you to realise that I'm not good enough to be here with you." Now shocked, his eyes widened slightly.

"What are you talking about?" 

"Realistically, there's no reason for you to be interested in me. I'm not conventionally attractive. I'm boring. I'm fussy. I'm bossy. I'm just not good enough." Pouring your heart out to him, you started to feel really guilty for your small rant. 

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. That's only going to make it worse." Your eyes brimmed with tears. Quickly, San sat up and pulled you with him. Bringing you into his chest, he pressed his lips to your temple. 

"Dont apologise. I'm glad you could be honest with me." His fingers ran through your hair, as if to simply brush those thoughts away. 

"You know none of that is true right?" 

"It is." 

"Why because your aunt said so?" Sans voice was sharp, almost making you flinch. Unable to speak, you nod against his chest and bit down on your lip. 

"I honestly think she's just jealous. You're young, you're pretty, you've got a good life." Before you could disagree, San tilted your chin up to look at him.

"Who wants to be 'conventionally attractive'. That sounds boring. You're beautiful in my eyes." Your face went warm, the tips of your ears going red. 

"You have a glowing personality. You literally drew me in. I saw you sitting alone at the airport, and I knew I wanted to get to know you. Maybe you want your own way sometimes? We all do. It just shows you're stronger than most." As San was talking, you stared up at him like an idiot. A stray tear rolled down your cheek, feeling touched by his words. He brushed it away softly, leaving his hand on your cheek tentivley. 

"Maybe you don't understand? I really like you. As in I want to be your boyfriend. Eventually." San laughed as he said the last word, hoping he wasn't coming off as too eager. Finally, you smiled too, gazing at him lovingly. Maybe, for once, you could believe the nice things being said about yourself. Maybe you could even act brave. 

"I want to kiss you." San was taken aback by your honesty, letting out a shy chuckle. 

"I definitely don't mind that." That was the green light you needed, to lean forward to connect your lips together. Instantly, you melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. San smiled against your lips, using his free hand to hold your waist and bring you flush against him. When you pulled away to breathe, you stared at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say. Until San broke the ice.

"Do you want me to fight your aunt? I'm a black belt. I can take her out?" You both broke out into laughter, your head falling against his shoulder. Yes, you could allow yourself this one good thing.

After a little while, San brought you to the kitchen, where mingi and wooyoung were eating. Upon seeing you, the youngest whistled. San shoved him lightly, helping you onto a stool.

"Breakfast, (y/n)?" Mingi asked, smiling at you kindly. You shook your head, watching as San began to chop some fruit.

"I dont really eat breakfast." Everyone looked at you confused, wooyoung putting down his toast. 

"What? Why not?" 

"It makes me bloat. Then I look awful. So I wait until I'm done for the day to eat." Shaking his head, San continued to cut up his fruit before getting out a pot of yoghurt. 

"You look beautiful no matter what. So you're eating, OK?" Blushing, you stared down and the counter, bobbing your head. The boys laughed quietly as San sat beside you with a bowl. Taking the spoon, he scooped up some food before holding it to your lips. You were silent, letting him feed you until you were full. He even tucked your hair away. 

You left shortly after to go and change, having arranged to meet San at the beach. Upon arriving at your villa, your dad greeted you with a warm hug. 

"I dont know how you can be so nice to her. She's clearly been messing around with that lad." Your aunt spat, stirring up her milky tea. Deciding to ignore her, you went to get ready quickly. From your room, you heard arguing and sighed. You hated that she caused so much trouble. Once ready, you headed back to them. Your mother smiled, pulling you near her.

"He's a good man, (y/n). Ignore my sister and just enjoy yourself ok?" As she embraced you, you felt so grateful for how supportive she was.

You stared out at the sea, watching the tide going out before swishing back in. It was serene, the wind light, ocean blue and sky clear. Hot but not so hot it would bother you. Just right. Arms suddenly appeared around your waist, lifting you off the sand then spinning around. Letting out a scream, you heard San laugh at your shock. He placed you down, turning yourself to face him.

"Hey." He grinned, hands still on your middle. 

"You're late."

"Only by five minutes!" He protested, poking your cheek jokingly. How could you ever even pretend to be mad at him? Smiling, you took hold of his hands and started walking backwards.

"Can we swim? Before we get ice cream?" 

“We can do anything you want.” He reassured, already starting to unbutton his shirt. Excitedly, you took your things off and put them in your bag. Whilst you were distracted, san threw you over his shoulder with ease and ran into the sea. You squeaked, laughing as he dropped the both of you into the water. He wasted no time in pouring water over your head, effectively ruining any effort you put into your hair.

“San.” You practically whined, splashing him in a weak attempt at payback. Smirking, he sat himself in the shallow and watched you for a moment. Though, it didn’t take long for you to settle beside him. Naturally, San put his arm behind you, allowing you to lean against him.

“What’s your favourite ice cream flavour then?” He asked, reaching over and taking your hand in his own.

“Hm, either strawberry or chocolate. I can’t pick.”

“Why not get both. I’ll do the same.” You smiled up at San, playing with his fingers.

“I was thinking, when we go back home. It’ll be autumn. We could go on cute little coffee dates?” His ears were red, eyes full of anxiety. Simpering, you kissed his cheek.

“I’d love that.” Relief washed over the red head before he leant down to capture your lips with his own. Kissing back, you turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands framed your waist, pulling you into his lap securely. Once you had pulled away, San smiled at you lovingly.

Walking alone the cobbled streets, you came across a small cafe selling ice cream. San found a table whilst you ordered your cones. Two chocolate and strawberry just as you had discussed. The man behind the counter gave you a wink and a price of paper once you paid. Quickly, you sat beside San who was glaring at the cashier deeply.

“Did he give you his number?” He asked, holding his hand out expectantly. You shrugged and handed him the paper, watching as he ripped it in half after observing the scribble.

“Stupid. I should kick his ass.” You couldn’t help but giggle at sans pouty face, giving him his ice cream.

“Relax San. I wouldn’t care for his number at all. I’m on a date with you remember.” He took a bite of his ice cream still frowning.

“But he’s a good looking guy.”

“You’re far better believe Me. You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” San perked up, sitting straight and turning to you. Even with chocolate in the corner of his lips, you decided his looks just couldn’t be beat.

“I am?” He asked, relaxing as you cupped his cheek and left a soft kiss on his lips.

“You definitely are.”

“So, did your aunt have anything to say?” Now having finished your ice cream, you were headed back to your villa.

“She thinks we slept together. I think she said something else but I ignored her.”

“Good.” San swung your hands as you walked, fingers laced together perfectly. You smiled to yourself, pulling him inside the home you were renting. Hearing you enter, your mother turned with a warming gaze.

“Ah are you joining us tonight San?” She asked, wiping her hands off from cooking. He nod, trying to act polite.

“If that’s ok?” Chuckling, she walked over and helped him out of his jacket kindly.

“Of course, I made enough to feed a thousand. I’ll text you when it’s ready.” Your mother told you at the end, letting you both go and freshen up.

When you stepped onto the patio, your family was already sat around the table. Thankfully, there was two seats by your father free. San bowed to everyone, pulling your chair out and tucking you in before sitting himself down. As your mother served the food, your aunt was staring across at the man next to you. He tried to ignore her burning gaze, making sure you had a drink in front of you. It was only after everyone had started eating that your aunt spoke up.

“So, have you two kissed yet?” San physically froze, choking his food down with difficulty. Quickly, you pat his back and tried to get him some water. The poor boy turned bright red, matching his hair completely. Your father sighed, rubbing his face.

“That’s not our business.”

“Well I’m only asking.” She whined, keeping her eyes on San, who was slowly recovering.

“Leave them alone and eat your food.” He muttered, checking to make sure San was ok. You held his hand, guilt invading your senses. He must have seen this, giving you a reassuring smile. That didn’t ease your feelings sadly and you frowned at your plate.

“You wanna go inside?” Nodding at San, you stopped him from getting up.

“You finish eating.” He just watched as you went inside before turning his focus on your aunt with determination.

Around ten minutes later, San slipped into your room and found you in bed. He smiled, placing two steaming mugs down on the side table.

“I made you tea.” You hummed gratefully, sitting up and pulling the covers back for him. He climbed in, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. You’re not responsible for her behaviour.” San said trying to reassure you. You frowned up at him, leading him to kiss your pout playfully. Thankfully, that did cause you to smile. He carefully handed you the tea, making sure not to scold you. With one arm around you, his other hand held his mug and you spoke about nonsense for a while. YouTube played in the background but neither of you payed any attention. Even after the drinks were consumed, you lay in his arms and talked about life back home and how you’d make it work. You felt so content, ear pressed to his heartbeat and arms hugging his slim waist. Your bodied just slotted together perfectly. For once, you felt as though you finally had something worthwhile. Neither of you noticed that you fell asleep in each others arms. You were both at peace.

“(Y/n). Are you t- oh…” your mother burst in, stopping and going quiet as she saw you both. A smile spread on get lips, happy to see you. She knew, in those few seconds, that you’d be just fine from now on.

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I Choose Her | Chp: 9

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.5k

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, dark themes, mention of death & murder, draco and y/n are basically siblings deal w it

Note: y/n and hermione: *away from each other for more than a day*

y/n: "this is it, this is what's going to kill me"

this chapter's definitely the longest i've written which wiped me out ngl im gonna have to take a couple days off lol

eitherway i hope u enjoy! <3

ps: i was listening to turning page as i wrote the first part of this chapter so... make of that what u will 👀

taglist: @gvrsto @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @arielj @poppyflower-22

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You're awoken this morning by Hermione shifting in her sleep. The two of you crammed together in her bed.

Mrs Granger had set up the guest room for you but your girlfriend insisted you slept with her.

Hermione was persistent but honestly you didn't put up much of a fight.

You were now awake enough to feel the pulsing in your arm. It seems Hermione's head had been laying on top of it the entire night, restricting your bloodflow.

You attempt to pull your arm out from underneath her head without waking her but clearly failing when Hermione lets out a noise in protest. She makes no effort to move her head.

"Sweetheart, my arm's asleep." You explained but Hermione says nothing.

For a moment you assumed she had fallen back asleep but your girlfriend quickly grabs your other arm, wrapping it around her own abdomen.

She is awake and she is ignoring you.

You relent.

Pulling her close Hermione only holds onto your arm tighter enjoying the feeling of you against her.

You begin to drift off but a knock at the door jolts you awake once more.

"Hermione, breakfast is ready darling."

Mrs Granger says from the other side of the door and you can feel Hermione tense up.

Undoubtedly dreading the prospect of the day beginning. Today is bound to be dreadful.

She has to leave for the burrow which also means she has to obliviate her parents. To make matters worse, your own parents are expecting you home for the initiation. You want more than anything to stay with Hermione.

You supposed in the grand scheme of things, these are necessary sacrifices.

Something you tell yourself to keep from having a complete breakdown.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." Hermione's voice breaks and it feels like a harsh blow to your chest. You hated that it had to come to this. She was essentially losing her parents today and you would not be here to guide her through it.

"Me too, baby." Pulling her even closer, the only comfort you're capable of providing her right now.

Hermione moves to turn towards you and you release her from your grasp.

The pain in your chest now piercing when you realised she is crying.

"I don't know if I can do it y/n."

You sit up, prompting for Hermione to do the same. You hold her face in both your hands, wiping away the tear on her cheek.

"Listen to me."

"We are going to get through this. You will see your parents again. It can't end this way. It won't."

You assure her but mostly you're trying to convince yourself.

Hermione studies your face for a beat, searching for something.

"Aren't you afraid?"

You let a moment pass before answering.

"I'm terrified."

More tears well up in her eyes, she shifts her gaze.

"I don't want to end up alone."

Hermione's voice trembles and your own eyes are now welling up.

"You won't be alone. You will always have me." You emphasise in hopes that Hermione will believe you.

"Promise me you're not going to die."

Your girlfriend blurts out and you breathed out sharply in amusement. Hermione lets out a defeated chuckle, only just hearing how ridiculous she sounded.

"I promise." You respond anyway, leaning in you place a tender kiss on her forehead.

Hermione grips the hem of your shirt, capturing your lips with her own.

Savouring this moment as much as you could, both of you knowing that the future was entirely uncertain.

Hermione was quick to wrap her arms around you after your lips left hers.

For awhile, you are sat in silence holding each other.

"My brave girl." You whisper and Hermione's grip on your shoulders tighten.

She did not want to let go and neither did you.

But eventually you had no choice. Releasing her from your embrace you stood up off the bed.

"We should get going."

You offered her your hand, Hermione hesitates for a moment before grabbing it.

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You are stood in the doorway to the kitchen, Hermione slowly approaches her parents from behind. She pauses for a moment turning to look at you.

She's asking you for reassurance.

For strength.

You merely nod and that seemed to give Hermione the push she needed.

Lifting up her wand she takes a deep breath before reciting the memory spell.

"Obliviate."

You watched as things in the room shifted and changed. Some of Hermione's belongings, things she's had since childhood dissipating into thin air.

Pictures of her on the mantle slowly being erased.

You couldn't bare to watch.

Stepping forward you tugged on Hermione's arm. No child should have to watch their parents forget them.

"Come my love its done, let's go."

The look on Hermione's face makes your heart constrict painfully in your chest.

She's trying her best to stay strong and you loved her even more for it.

Soon she follows you to the front door, walking out you both sit on the stairs of the veranda.

Hermione doesn't cry. She doesn't say anything. You are sat for several minutes without a word being said.

Suddenly remembering that you were due home this afternoon, you lifted your arm to check the time.

Your girlfriend notices and finally breaks the silence.

"When will I see you again?"

Her voice is fragile and it simply crushes you.

"I will try my best to meet you at the burrow in a day or two."

"Truthfully, I have no idea what to expect or how long the initiation is going to take but I will come back to you, I promise.

Hermione doesn't respond for a moment instead she finds your hand, fiddling with your ring. Perhaps to check for the bond, to make sure it is still there.

"Okay." She mutters.

"I'm so sorry Hermione. I wish there was another way." You shuffle closer and her hand moves to your arm firmly gripping your bicep.

She rests her head on your shoulder.

"Just swear that you'll come back to me." Your girlfriend says and you smile.

"I swear– And if I do die I will make sure to come back as a ghost."

"Or maybe a poltergeist." You continue.

Hermione slaps your arm and you wince.

"Not funny." She says sternly but you catch the faint smile on her lips.

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"What did you do to your hair?"

The first thing your mum says as you came through the front door.

You sighed. This was going to be a difficult day.

"Nothing, why?"

Your mum walks up to you, fixing your hair in the passive aggressive manner she always does.

She then moves to your clothes, endlessly fussing with it.

"Come, you're nearly late. Everyone's waiting."

Your eyebrows furrowed. For a moment you wonder if the Dark Lord himself was here.

Then again, it can't be. Your mother seems too calm at the prospect of hosting Voldermort himself in her dining room.

You walk beside your mother past the foyer and into the downstairs living area.

There you spotted your father. He barely looks at you before he speaks.

"You're late."

He doesn't leave you space to answer before stepping aside, gesturing for you to walk further in.

Immediately you spotted Draco, standing next to his parents.

Narcissa was quick to come up to you, greeting you with a hug and a kind smile.

"Y/n, its been so long– you've grown so much."

Narcissa leans back to take proper look at you, holding your face in her hands.

"You've grown into a radiant young woman."

She says and you fail to suppress the blush rushing to your cheeks. You have always liked Draco's mum. Never anything but kind to you, she provided a warmth you didn't receive from your own mother.

"Thank you Mrs Malfoy you are too kind. Sorry I have not visited as of late, I've been rather preoccupied with school."

You lied, glancing at Draco. He stares at you for a beat before looking down.

That's Draco for: "I'm sorry, thanks for lying for me."

"Release the girl Cissy we haven't got all day." Bellatrix says from across the room and you take a proper scan of the room for the first time.

You spot Greyback, Wormtail, Pius and Dolohov.

A few other people you did not recognise. All death eaters no doubt, some who must have recently escaped from azkaban.

No sign of the Dark Lord.

The death eaters alone would've been a chilling sight if you were not already used to it.

Narcissa steps back and your mother now takes your hand guiding you to the center of the room.

It was silent for a few moments until Greyback re emerges from the back room, grabbing a woman by her arm. He harshly throws her onto the ground infront of you.

She was bound by the wrists, her mouth stuffed with cloth probably to keep her from screaming.

She looks terrified.

"Who is this?" You mutter quietly but it's still heard by the rest of the room.

Bellatrix walks towards you, a menacing grin plastered across her face.

"Why does it matter? Do want to call her friends and family? Send your condolences?" Bellatrix mocks, earning a snicker from the other death eaters.

"Some muggle we plucked off the street." Dolohov chimed in, answering your question.

Your stomach churns. The woman looked not much older than you were.

Not much older than Hermione.

"Now, do you know your unforgivable curses?"

Bellatrix says, circling you like a hawk stalking its prey.

"Ofcourse I know them."

She laughs.

"Good."

She moves towards the woman, and unbinds her wrists. She removes the cloth from her mouth. Bellatrix forces the woman up on her feet.

She is trembling under your gaze but makes no effort to run away.

"Take out your wand y/n."

Your mother instructs and you do as you're told.

Bellatrix leans in, you feel her breath against your ear.

"Torture her." She whispers and you swallow the lump in your throat.

Glancing at your mother she only looks at you expectantly. Your father's stern gaze sends a chill down your spine.

You had to commit for this to work. You have to get back to Hermione, whatever it takes.

Lifting your arm you pointed the wand at the woman before you. You steady your breathing, trying to appear as calm as possible.

"Crucio."

The woman falls to the ground, writhing in pain. Her deafening screams now filling the room.

Your stomach churns but you school your expression.

You cannot appear weak.

"Very good." Bellatrix says after her laughter subsided.

"Now let's see, what is the next unforgivable curse?" She says in a mocking tone.

"Oh just get on with it. She knows them. Kill the muggle already." Dolohov says.

Another laugh erupts from Bellatrix and you flinch this time.

"You heard him y/n."

"Kill her." Bellatrix says, her face too close to yours.

You glanced in Draco's direction but he's not looking at you. His gaze fixed at the floor he almost looks just as afraid as the woman you had just been tasked to murder.

You mother gives you a nod and your father only raises his eyebrows.

Everyone is waiting for your move.

You don't let yourself think on it a moment longer.

"Avada Kadavra."

You exclaimed, a bright green light flashes and the woman falls flat on her back, motionless.

The room is dead silent once again.

Your ears are ringing, you feel as if you are about to faint.

The sound of clapping around the room snaps you back into the present.

"Well done, my daughter." Your father gives you smile for the first time today.

Your mother pulls you in for a hug and you're only able to focus on how sick you felt.

"May I please be excused? I have to visit the ladies room."

Your mother releases you from her grip.

"Ofcourse darling."

You rush out of the living area, you didn't go the bathroom. You needed to get outside. The air in your house felt thick, suffocating.

Eventually you found yourself in the yard behind your home.

Unbuttoning a few buttons on your shirt hoping it would help give you more room to breathe but it doesn't. Feeling the bile rise up to your throat you kneeled over, vomitting all over the grass.

You hear footsteps come up next to you and before you managed to look up, Draco speaks.

"Here." Holding out his handkerchief.

"Thanks."

You grab it, giving him a smile in gratitude before wiping your mouth.

"I threw up as well. After my initiation. A lot more than that actually."

Draco says looking at the patch of grass.

"There were a lot more tears involved too." He jokes.

His attempt to make you feel better about yourself only made you more glum.

"You did well y/n."

"This is fucked." You admit, earning a real laugh from Draco.

A sound you hadn't heard in months.

"Yes it is." He says leaning agaisnt the tree next to you.

"But it's also just the life we were born into."

Draco was right. There was no use in complaining.

"It is what it is."

You say and he nods in agreement.

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You had been home for two days now, to be honest you've not done much besides sit in on death eater meetings. The Dark Lord was yet to show himself, you actually began to doubt his existence.

You waited for nightfall, you had to try to sneak out today and see Hermione.

Shoving your wand in your pocket you shut your eyes, focusing in on your ring. You prepared to apparate.

Your concentration broken by a familiar voice coming from behind you.

"Where do you think you're going?" Draco asks, emerging from the doorway.

"I have to see her."

Your bestfriend scoffs, shaking his head.

"I knew it. I knew you didn't break up with her."

"What is it about her?" Draco steps closer.

"I barely even recognise you anymore y/n. You were never like this. That girl makes you weak and you know it."

You rolled your eyes.

"You don't recognise me ?" You raised your voice.

"And who's fault is that, huh?" Quickly placing your hands on his chest, you shoved him. He loses his balance slightly but doesn't attempt to strike you back.

"You've barely acknowledged me this entire year, Draco." Your voice now back to a whisper.

He doesn't say anything, avoiding eye contact he focuses his attention on the fireplace next to you.

"We've both changed."

"That's just life."

Draco finally looks at you.

"But you are the closest thing I have to a brother. This fact remains the same."

"I will continue to defend you no matter what. I am only asking you for the same courtesy in return."

Draco's gaze softens but he seems slightly affronted.

"Ofcourse I have your back y/n. Always."

"Then let me go."

"You're right, she is a weakness. But it's only because I love her."

Draco nods, finally understanding.

"Look I'm not asking you to lie for me but–"

"You're asking me to lie for you." Draco interjects.

You let out a chuckle.

"Yes I suppose I am."

Draco sighs dramatically.

"Go. I'll make something up if your parents ask." Your eyes light up but he was quick to warn you.

"But- If you're not back here in a day, you're on your own."

A large grin spread across your face and your bestfriend rolls his eyes.

"Thank you." You say placing a quick kiss on his cheek which he was quick to wipe off with his hand.

Regardless, he throws you a smile.

Closing your eyes you focus in once again, successfully dissaparating.

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You apparate right in Hermione and Ginny's room in the burrow. You immediately find your girlfriend on the bed, a book in her hands.

She spots you quickly, dropping her book she practically jumps into your arms.

You held her tight, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair.

"I missed you so much."

Hermione says and your heart swells.

"I missed you." You respond, pulling back to look at her.

Her lips were on yours immediately. You let out an involuntarily sigh of relief.

Longing to feel her lips against yours since the moment you parted ways.

"That was awful. Please never dissappear for that long again."

You laughed.

"Hermione, we were apart for 3 days." You moved your hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Felt like an eternity." Hermione grumbles adorably, you lean in to kiss her again.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay long."

Hermione's shoulders slumped, a pout forming on her face.

"I only wanted to let you know I was okay. I will come back and see you as often as I can, I swear."

The pout doesn't leave her lips and you lean in, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Hermione moves her hands to grip your collar.

"Will you stay for the wedding atleast?"

You make a face but Hermione's expression breaks your resolve immediately.

"Fine, I'll stay."

She flashes you a smile that always seems to cause that familiar fluttering in your stomach.

"One slight issue, I don't have anything to wear." You say and Hermione steps away from you, a glint in her eyes.

She grabs her pouch, pulling out a blazer that look oddly familiar.

"Is that my suit?" Hermione only lets out a giggle and you shake your head in disbelief.

"How did you even sneak that in there without me noticing." Your girlfriend bites her lip, she shrugs her shoulders.

"You're very easy to distract." Hermione pulls you in closer by the hem of your slacks.

"Well Miss Granger, I must admit you never fail to surprise me." You say, hot breath against her ear.

Placing an open mouthed kiss on her neck you reveled at the feeling of her shuddering under your touch.

You planted another kiss on her jaw and eventually your lips found hers. Hermione opens her mouth wider and you take the opportunity to enter your tongue into her mouth.

The kiss was sloppy, lacking grace. Both of you now hot with need.

Your hand travels to Hermione's ass, giving it a squeeze. She gasps into your mouth and your tongue meets hers again.

You move your hand up, finding her breast you began kneading it over her shirt, Hermione moans directly into your mouth.

You were completely drunk on her.

Moving your other hand you attempted to slip into her pyjama pants before she grips your wrist, stopping you.

"Ginny might come in any minute." Hermione breathes out against your lips.

"Then let her come in."

You move your hand, your finger brushing over her folds. You were surprised at how wet she was.

"Fuck baby, you're already dripping for me."

Your own voice thick with arousal.

Hermione whimpers and you deliberately applied pressure on her clit with your palm.

You feel her hips buck against your hand. Hermione quickly grips the back of your neck almost like she needed help steadying herself.

She grabs your wrist again.

"Ah– y/n wait please."

You removed your hand from her pants, moving to lean your back against the wall. Hermione's darkened gaze mirroring yours. You both take a moment to collect yourselves.

"I just think it'd be distasteful for Ginny to walk in on us. I mean this is her room afterall." Hermione explains after a moment of silence.

"No, ofcourse that wouldn't be polite. You're right." You say blandly.

"Don't be angry.." Hermione noticed your tone, she pokes at your stomach playfully.

"I'm not angry."

Which was the truth, frustrated perhaps but it was hardly her fault.

You leaned in planting a kiss on her cheek to assure her that you weren't upset. Hermione smiles, seemingly convinced.

"What were you reading?" You ask, a blatant attempt to change the subject.

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The two of you now laying in bed, Hermione finally mustered the courage to look at your arm. Running her fingers across the dark mark freshly etched into your skin.

"Did they hurt you?" Hermione asks softly.

"No I-"

I killed an innocent woman.

"No."

Your girlfriend moves her hand, now resting on your chest over your heart.

A beat pasts before you speak.

"I'm still me, you know."

Hermione shuffles closer and you wrap your arm around her.

"I know."

"Are you sure it would be ok for me to come tomorrow? I wouldn't want to intrude." Hermione gives you a pointed look and suddenly you felt ridiculous for even asking.

"Ofcourse it's ok. Besides nobody knows yet. Just don't show anyone your arm and it'll be alright."

Hermione meant it as a comfort but something about her statement stung.

You were sick of keeping secrets.

You wanted to bring Hermione to a place far away, but you knew that wouldn't change anything.

There's no possible way to run from yourself.

"Where do you want to get married?" You blurt out and Hermione looks bemused.

"I mean– hypothetically speaking, if we had a wedding where do you want it to be?"

You clarify and Hermione lets out a chuckle.

"I dont know, I haven't really thought about it."

"My parents had their wedding in the yard behind my grandparents home."

You eyebrows knitted together and Hermione notices.

"They lived on a farm." She clarifies.

"Oh–"

"You want to get married on a farm?"

You ask and Hermione moves her head down, resting it on your chest.

You feel her shrug.

"I don't know, it could be nice."

Your hand finds her back, you rubbed it soothingly.

"I'm not opposed to that idea."

Hermione hums in response but says nothing else. You soon realised that she was drifting off.

Before you could close your own eyes Ginny enters the room.

She studies the two of you before scrunching up her nose.

"Oh- gross." She remarks and you were quick to shush her.

Grabbing the nearest pillow you chucked it at her, careful not to move too much in fear of waking Hermione.

She expertly catches the pillow before it could hit her and prepares to throw it back at you.

You hold your hand up.

"Don't, you'll wake her." You whisper and Ginny rolls her eyes, putting the pillow down.

"Fine. I'll get you back in the morning y/n, mark my words."

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"I'm sorry to intrude Mrs Weasley I do hope me being here isn't too much of a nuisance."

"Oh nonsense. You're always welcomed here." Molly says kindly, releasing you from her embrace.

"Come, do help yourself to a spot of breakfast. She says, practically forcing you to sit at the dining table.

Hermione joins you shortly, greeting you with a quick peck on the lips.

You hear someone clear their throat.

Both of you watched as Ron stabs his pancake with a fork roughly. Shovelling it in his mouth.

You couldn't lie, a part of you did find immense pleasure in knowing how jealous he gets.

"Alright, y/n?" Fred greets you before grabbing a piece of toast.

You only nod, throwing him a smile.

You watched as he joined his brother by the window, both of their attentions now fixed on something.

"Bloody hell, what's the Minister Of Magic doing here?" George says and Hermione turns to look at you, she seemed just as perplexed as you were.

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You were standing next to Hermione by the sofa. Ron and Harry sat next to her, waiting for the Minister to state his business.

He pulls out a piece of parchment and begins reading.

"Herein setforth, the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my deluminator. A device of my own making. In hopes that when things seem most dark, it will show him the light."

He hands him the item and Ron reaches out, unsure.

"Dumbledore left this for me?"

"That's brilliant– but what is it?"

The Minister gestures for him to click the button and Ron does so.

A flap opening on the top, the lights in the room quickly being sucked into the device.

Ron clicks it again and the lights return back to their original place.

"Wicked." He breathes out.

"Next, to Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales Of Beedle The Bard, in hopes that she will find it entertaining and instructive."

You lean forward trying to get a good look at the book.

"To Harry James Potter, I leave the snitch he caught in his first quidditch match at Hogwarts. As a reminder, of perseverance and skill."

The minister holds out the golden ball and the 4 of you watched with bated breath as Harry grabs it.

You were expecting it to open at his touch but nothing happens.

"Dumbledore left you a second item Mr Potter."

"He left you the sword of Godric Gryffindor."

Hermione glances at you in shock before turning her attention back to Harry.

"But unfortunately the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact it belongs-"

"To Harry." Hermione interjects.

"It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he most needed it in the chambers of secrets."

The Minister merely shakes his head.

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor Miss Granger but that does not make it that wizards property."

"And in any event, the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

The Minister says glancing at you. You step forward, uncrossing your arms.

"Excuse me?" Harry asks in disbelief.

"The sword is missing." He confirms.

A beat pasts where none of you say anything.

"Is that it then?" You broke the silence.

He stares at you for a moment before speaking.

"Not quite."

He turns his attention to the parchment again.

"Finally, to y/n, I leave a sacred piece of parchment. Strictly to be read by her eyes only."

You mouth falls open in shock.

The Minister holds out the note, waiting for you to grab it.

"For me?" You had to ask again. You truly couldn't believe it.

You looked at Hermione and she nods, urging you to take the note.

You grabbed it and wasted no time in skimming its contents.

Y/n,

We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy. Believe in yourself enough to make the right choice. Only then you can be certain that you are exactly where you need to be.

- Dumbledore

As soon as you got to the end of the note the words on the page dissapeared and the piece of paper goes up in flames.

Although, that did not matter. You didn't have to read it again.

You understood immediately.

No longer fighting the smile that's threatening to form on your lips . Hermione notices your expression and mimicks it instinctively.

You were exactly where you needed to be.

[gabessquishytum]

tw suicide mentioned

I read the ask you got about Hob working for a suicide hotline and answering Morpheus's call and loved it a lot and it made me think...what about some kind of modern reverse Sheherazade AU?

In the original tale (well, how I remember it), Sheherazade marries a king who is known for killing his wives on the morning following their wedding. Sheherazade doesn't want to die and has come up with a plan: she is a great storyteller and, in the evening, she would start telling her husband a story but would stop before the end. Her husband, desperate to know how the story goes, would thus allow her to live one more day. Only the next evening, she would not only finish the first story but also start a new one she would again stop before the end and would therefore be granted a new day of living, where she would again start a new story and so on and on...(for 1001 nights and by then the king has fallen in love and doesn't want to kill her anymore).

In this AU, I can see Hob, suicide hotline worker, receiving a call from M who is one step away from commiting suicide and who's asking him for a reason to live.

Hob is alarmed and, like said in the other ask, first makes sure M is not in immediate danger before he starts to list little things of life, often overlooked but who are actual wonders making life so much better in his eyes (chimneys,..)

But M still doesn't seem convinced. His wife is gone, along with his son. His life is over. There is nothing left for him... So Hob decides to tell him a tale - not one he needs to look too far to find, as it is his very own story - the story of when Hob himself hit rock-bottom. So "once upon a time, there was a man who thought his life was over. His wife had died, leaving him alone with their young son. His salary alone was not enough to pay the rent for their apartment and he was this close to being evicted, while the social services were threatening to take his kid away..." This is a grim start for a story - and had been a grim time for Hob - but the important part is that the story doesn't end there. Because, even then, Hob had been fiercely holding on to life. For his son, first, (for he couldn't abandon him!), before he realised it was still ok to live for himself and enjoy all the good things life had to offer.

Hobb tells M all of this. The ups and the downs and how "that man" in the story was able to hold on, fight, rely on friends and finally get better, find stability and even happiness.

The thing is, Hob doesn't have the time to finish his story. It wasn't planned; he simply went into a bit too much details and didn't realise how much time has passed. But at this point, he's already stayed on the phone for longer than he was supposed to (even crisis hotline volunteers have schedules, and the next one has been waiting his turn near Hob's phone for a few minutes already).

M seems a bit better than before, but Hob isn't reassured. Since M doesn't want to talk to another volunteer, Hob suggests M calls back on the next day (or the next week maybe?), and asks for him, so he can hear the happy end of his story. And M accepts, promise he won't do anything stupid until then. This is a small victory.

And M does call, and asks for Hob, and Hob tells the end of his story. M seems better than the first time Hob heard him, but let's be honest, he isn't doing too good either. Since M had seemed interested in his first story, Hob decides to start telling a second one, this time loosely based on something that happened to a friend. But then again, he hasn't got the time to finish it! So, again, Hob and Morpheus "fix an appointment" for the next day (week?).

And things go on and on like this, M (Morpheus as he tells Hob at some point) calls and listen to Hob stories, Hob never finishing them (he does end up doing it on purpose) and forcing Morpheus to stay alive and call again to hear it! And maybe Hob is not the best of storytellers, but he isn't anything close to bad either, and Morpheus is always eager to hear the tales he comes up with.

At first, the stories mostly rely on Hob's experiences, those of his friends or things he's heard on the news, in a bar,... but with time, he slowly comes up with some of his own ideas, starts to include elements of sci fi, of fantasy sometimes...

And somehow, Morpheus starts to participate in the storytelling, adding his own ideas to that big tale they are creating together - one of pirates, of princes and knights and of star crossed lovers who reunites under the moonlight... (Maybe Morpheus used to be a writer and Hob is the spark that gets him into creating again). At this point, Hob has given Morpheus his personal phone number and Morpheus as stopped talking about killing himself.

(and yes they have fallen in love along the way and end up together 😊)

Another amazig Ficlet in my inbox!!!! Yayayayay!! I love the idea of a modern take on Scheherazard, it's such a great way for these two in particular to get together. I also like the idea of Hob being a kind of crappy storyteller, but Dream WANTS to live and he's clinging onto this one thing, even though the stories aren't particularly good, it's enough to just get him through day after day. It really is the little things. And the stories are sometimes (deliberately) so bad, Dream just HAS to contribute and help Hob with the telling. It awakens the part of himself that he thought way already dead. Finding out that his creativity has survived gives him hope that the rest of him might survive, too.

And if he can survive, then he can properly live, can't he? With Hob’s help of course. It doesn't have to be easy. It's not MEANT to be easy! But Hob isn't going to let him give up, ever <3