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lolaxbunnyy · 2 years

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A/N: y’all this is my first time writting something on Tumblr so please don’t come at meh if it’s bad 🥹 .

Pairing: Prohero! Kirishima x pregnant! black reader x Prohero! Bakugou

Genre: fluff

Summary: you are at home alone while it’s storming outside while Baku and Kiri are on patrol.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of blood

You sighed as you looked out of the huge window to you and boyfriends’ shared penthouse. Watching as the cars drove by and the bright lights of Tokyo. Rain hitting the window and the sound of thunder. You bit you lip as you watched lighting flash in the sky. ‘I hope the boys are alright…’ you thought. It didn’t seem like a good time for the both of them to be on patrol. Looking at the clock you frowned. ‘9.40 PM.’ Is what the clocked read. They’d usually be home at that time but they said they’d have to stay in for a couple of more hours due to the storm. Realizing that It’d probably be really late until they get back you walked back to your shared bedroom and went towards the closet to get some clothes so you could shower. Picking out a shirt that both Bakugou and Kiri share and some under clothes, you walked into the bathroom to start your shower and almost slipped as a loud crackle of thunder made its way to your ears. When you were stable again you put a hand on your stomach. ‘You’re okay…’

Bakugou hissed in pain as he held his side. He walked away from the police officer he was just talking to to go find Kirishima. He was just fighting a villain almost as strong as him. They had some type of quirk where they could turn their body parts into weapons. After turning his arm into a chainsaw he had ended up hitting Bakugou in his side. When he noticed his boyfriend running towards him he quickly got rid of his pained look and let his boyfriend reach him. “You okay, Katsu?” Kirishima asked worriedly and Bakugou scowled. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be? You tryna call me weak shark bait?” Kiri laughed. “Of course not babe! I was just askin’. ” Bakugou smiled but it soon went away as a loud crack of thunder and lightning flashed in the clouded sky above them. Kirishim’s vermillion eyes made contact with Katsuki’s. “Kat, you should probably go home and see if Y/N is okay. She’s probably worried about us.” Kirishima frowned thinking about how worried his girlfriend probably is. Now that Katsuki thinks about it he should probably go home. He needs to take care of his injury before he bleeds out. He just has to get mentally ready for the scolding he’s about to get from his girlfriend. “Okay, Ei. But I’m coming back if something goes wrong.” He reminded his boyfriend who smiled at him before giving him a sweet but short kiss on the lips. Bakugou used his quirk to fly himself home as quickly as possible. He started feeling his eyes flop close but did his best to keep them open.

Landing in front of his apartment building he slowly walked in the building straight towards the elevator. He clicked the 7th floor button and slumped against the wall. Hearing the elevator ding he quickly opened his eyes that he didn’t even know he closed and walked into his home. “Baby? You awake?” Katsuki weakly called out to his girlfriend as he walked into the house and closed the door behind him. When she heard the door close she turned the stove off and walked out of the kitchen only to see her boyfriend standing in the hallway towards the front door. He smiled as he spotted her and she made her way towards him and pulled her into an gentle hug. She kissed his lips carefully. “Missed you, Kat.” She mumbled. He smiled weakly. “I…I missed you too, baby bear…” His voice training off as he got heavier in her hold. “Katsuki? Katsuki what wrong?!” She panicked as she walked him over to the couch. “It hurts, baby.” He whimpered slightly. If there was one thing about Katsuki Bakugou, you would know that he doesn’t like being considered weak. Even if he’s injured he’d still keep it pushing. But if it’s just him and his pretty girl he isn’t scared to be weak or show his bottled up emotions. He’d sometimes be like that in front of Kiri if he wants to. But only when he isn’t being annoying. “What hurts, Kat? You gotta show me so I can help you.” She said while gently caressing his face.

He leaned in to her touch and lifted up his shirt to show her the cut across his waist. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Of course she could use her quirk to heal him but she wasn’t in the right state of mind to do that. Her emotions are to fucked up and she might end up hurting him instead of helping and she of course doesn’t want to put him through more pain than he already is. She came back with the first aid kit and grabbed a cotton swab and added a little alcohol to clean around the wound. “Why didn’t you tell Kiri you were hurt?” She asked him. He frowned. “Cause I didn’t want him to worry. Y’know how Kiri gets when one of us is hurt.” He replied back then grabbed her hand to stop her from stitching the wound. “You can’t tell Kiri about this. Alright?” She sighed and started to carry on with her stitching. “Well baby I can’t just not tell him. He’s either gonna find out on his own or through one of us.” Katsuki sighed. He knew she was right. Eijirou isn’t stupid he’d find out in a heart beat if something was wrong with one of them. He just didn’t want Kiri to worry to much. When Y/N was done with the stitching she placed a bandaid big enough to fit over the scar. She told Katsuki to go get in the shower but to be careful or the wound would open again.

She sighed as she put the first aid kit up. ‘I just hope Kiri isn’t injured either.’ She thought to herself then moved out Katsuki’s way so he could get in the bathroom. She walked back into the kitchen to resume making dinner humming to herself as it started to rain a little harder. She smiled to herself as she gently rubbed her stomach. ‘I wonder if I should tell them?’ She’s had her doubts of course. She’d always wonder if the boys wanted kids. She knows that Katsuki and Kiri were in love first, started dating in their last year of high school then met her in college and decided that they wanted her in their relationship. They were all basically friends to lovers. And she knows they had their fair share of boyfriends and girlfriends but not once did she hear them mention about starting a family. I mean of course they would joke about it sometimes but now that she is pregnant, she doesn’t know how to tell them. She knows they would never leave her it’s just…would they want to be dads? She felt arms wrap around her torso into a warm embrace. “Watcha thinking about?” Katsuki asked while laying his head on her shoulder. She smiled. “Nothing much, Katsu.” He kissed her neck gently. “Kiri said he’d be home in a few.” She nodded. “Dinner should be ready by then.” When he didn’t say anything back she thought he had left the room until she felt a sharp sting on her ass. “Katsuki!” She yelled as her face heated up. He laughed as she tried to hit him with the spoon she was cooking with.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry baby! I’m sorr- OW! I said I was sorry.” He pouted as he rubbed the arm that she punched. “Go sit down and wait til the food get ready.” She said as she turned around to finish the cooking. He obeyed her and went to go sit down until the front door opened. “I’m home my loves!” Kiri shouted from the hallway. When he spotted Katsuki he walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Where’s, Y/N?” He asked. “She’s in the kitchen.” Katsuki said while taking a pack of gushers from the box on the counter. Kirishima eyed him and walked into the kitchen where his girl was. “Hey baby.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck and cheek. When she turned to face him he kissed her lips. “Katsuki’s eating your gushers.” He mumbled into the kiss. “Kirishima you fucking snitch!” Kat yelled from the living room making both of his lovers laugh. She turned back around to take the food off the stove. “Ei, go take a bath. You smell like rain water and outside. Not to mention your clothes are covered in mud.” She said noticing the mud spots on his hero suit. “Okay.” He said and quickly kissed her lips. “Oh and hurry up I’ve got something to tell you and Katsuki after dinner.” She smiled at him and he nodded.

After Kiri was done showering and they had all gotten comfortable after eating dinner they were all chilling on the couch watching a movie. Katsuki was sitting up on the couch with his legs open and Y/N was in between them with her back to his chest and Kiri was laying his head on Y/N’s stomach. She ran her hand carefully through his red hair that was now down. “Didn’t you say you had somethin’ to tell us baby?” Kirishima asked while looking up at his girlfriend. She smiled. “Would you be upset if I told you?” She asked carefully. Both Kiri and Kay’s eyes made contact with each other then they looked back at their girlfriend. “Why would we be?” “You’re not gonna break up with us are you?” Kirishima asked while softly gripping her sides. Y/N smiled and caressed his face. “No baby.” Kiri and Kat both let out a sigh of relief. “It’s just I didn’t know how or when to tell you but…I’m pregnant.” She said hesitantly and when she didn’t get an answer or hear anything from them she looked up from fiddling with Kiri’s fingers to make eye contact with two sets of vermillion eyes. “Are you for real?” Kiri asked softly, not a single identifiable emotion on his or Katsu’s face. She nodded gently. “I’ve known for three weeks now. I just didn’t know how or when to tell you…” She said. Then she felt kisses being pressed everywhere they could reach. Both boys mumbling out thank yous between kisses. She giggled. “Why are you thanking me?” Kiri smiled. “Because you’ve given us the opportunity to be dads.” Katsuki stopped kissing her cheek. “So thank you baby for the best gift in the world.” He mumbled. “We couldn’t ask for anything more.” Kiri kissed her jaw.

“I love you both.”

“We love you.”

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youn9racha · 3 years

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Louder

Pairing: chanxfem!reader

Genre: smut fluff and attempted humor

Words: 2.4k

Synopsis: chan and (y/n) have had enough from the loud banging from their neighbors, it‘s their time learn their lessons.

Warning: cussing, reader being a tough bad bitch but goes soft when her boyfriend cries, mentions of daddy, dom lean switch!chan, sub lean switch!reader, unprotected sex (do not recommend, wrap it up), chan and reader being playful bullies. oh, and brief mention of insomnia.

Extra Notes: i played around the nsfw prompt thing (recommend if you run out of ideas) and i got this idea from there so i thought, why not write a chan one with it ??? >:) i hope y’all enjoy it !!!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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What a peaceful night, they say. It’ll be a quiet night, they say. You’ll have good sleep, they say. The only time Chan and I ever felt like fixing up our sleeping schedule, there has to be something that could prevent from us ever fixing up our clearly unhealthy habit. We have been dating for almost two years now, and you could say we were a couple match-made in hell. With Chan being an idol, me being caught up with the job I’m working at—way to go with that vague description, totally not shady—, and other leading factors, you could say that we both have that healthy sleep that we both get that make us giddy and happy for the morning.

Except it’s not the case if you couldn’t read sarcasm well, not only do we classify as night owls as many buzzfeed quiz would tell us, but we are both suffering from lack of sleeping, informed by a poor yet professional woman, who had studied psychology for an nth amount of years, only to hear how shitty our sleeping was—obviously we both went at different times, not when we’re together. We’re not by any means elated by the fact that we have this dumb bug in our brains that keep us from ever getting into dream world, but we gotta work with it and let us at least ease ourselves into it without it letting it affect our mindset. That’s on Chan’s optimism and my sanity being on the line.

And it was the rare moments where we do feel the sense of sloth, one or both of us have to be the one who have to ruin it. First time was when Chan was called by Hyunjin in the middle of the night, as he was kicked out of the house by his partner for accidentally using their deodorant instead of his own, or whatever the case it was, and he needed a place to crash. As dramatic and dumb it was, we still allowed him into the house until everything was resolved, which came about a mere twenty-four hour since the incident. But because we were babysitting a devastated Hyunjin, we both lost sleep that day.

And many more events occurred afterwards each time we both try to finally sleep. No amount of breaks or getting away helped as well. Last time we went out of town, we both ended up in the emergency room due to us unknowingly getting stung by wasps while we were trying to sleep. How the hell did that happen? Chan and I cannot answer your question, but we both know that the devil is laughing hard at our misfortune everytime we attempt to sleep.

Today was a little different from usual due to it’s nature as both Chan and I were preparing ourselves to bed. Chan had his day off while I had a night shift the next day, so we both can have at least a little of bit of an eye shut, even though we both know that it won’t happen. However, we both believe that it’ll be different this time.

It was 2 a.m, but we both notice something. There wasn’t any annoying calls from Chan’s or my phone, there wasn’t a bug flying around us to tick us off, there wasn’t a sound of people partying next door, not a single soul. Chan and I looked at each other in awe.

”Chan, are you thinking what I am think?” I excitedly whispered, as a smile grew onto my face. “I think today’s gonna be our day!”

”Finally the gods have been kind to us, I can’t bear anymore of this torture!“ Chan began expressing, while wiping an invisible tear, with me showing i’m “emotionally touched” by slamming my hand into my chest and fake cry as well. Call us dramatic, but go through what we went through then you would understand why we are what we are. After that mini scenario, we both got into bed, we both exchanged a chaste peck in the lips and laid in our comfortable position, us facing away from each other.

“Good night, babe.”

”Good night, Channie.”

And there we both were laid to rest… hyperbolically, of course, but we both finally have this sleep that we have always longed for and it felt wonderful. With the way the timing is going onto, nothing will interrupt us—

“Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah!”

I spoke too soon. My eyes have never opened this fast and wise in my entire life, as I heard the loud noises of the next door neighbor, the young couple who are definitely playing wrestling and not having sex in this holy night. I don’t know why I was at a shocked state, I should have seen this coming. It was indeed too good to be true unfortunately, but I mainly was worried about Chan. Which speaking of, I felt shifting next to me, and I turned to see Chan facing up to the cieling , this time actually teary eyed and lips quivering.

“Aw, baby, no, don’t cry,” I pouted, and wrapped my arms around his bare shoulders while placing my head next to his, eventually kissing his cheek. “I just want us to sleep, man, is it too much to ask?” Chan sniffed, while I rubbed the slope of his neck to his should as I got my head up, looking at him and wiping his tears with my other hand, “I know, sweetheart, I know,” I cooed, looking at him softly.

I do not blame him for crying honestly, all we both want is to sleep, and the fact that we‘re still getting tortured is getting out of hand. As I began comforting, as the sound of the couple next to us keeps getting louder, Chan has had enough. His face switched from a crying, devastated condition to a dark, angry, yet undeniably attractive, look. He looked up behind him, propped himself in his elbows, me following his move in curiosity, then he looked back at me with a smirk, “Let us teach whoever is fucking with us,“ He paused, pointing his head to the wall, where presumably is the neighbours are playing horseplay, “and them a lesson,” He whispered at me with an evil look. I know exactly what he was planning, just based on his dark blown out eyes that were visible through the dim room, and also that weird hill he created in the bed.

My jaw dropped as I snickered at his idea and his switch of mood, “are you insane?” He shrugged at me, “you can call me insane for this idea, but I’m not about to take this anymore, so I want to fuck you and I want us to be as loud as we can just so we can send a message.” His whisper was very sinister, and his face was dangerously close to my face, but who would say no to that? With a man like him, with talent and skills, I am lucky to cop him, before anyone can.

Despite my flustered state previously, I smirked back at him, dark eyes followed pursuit, “alright, show us what are we gonna do…” I paused, leaning to his ear, “daddy,” I leaned back again to look at Chan, and his face was starting to look even more sinister.

After my blatant consent and joining on the chaotic idea, Chan pulled me into his lap, placing me on top of him, as he vigorously began placing my lips into his. It was open mouthed and hot, as we both let our tongues sloppily fight against each other.

Typically, Chan and I’s love making sessions is much more intimate with articulation of new things either of us discovered, where we can incorporate it in our bedroom session. However, not only is this our revenge on our lack of sleep, this is slowly turning into a contest on who’s louder and harder to fuck. And, also it could lead us to go to sleep, but then again this isn’t the first we have had sex, so we would know.

Anyhow, Chan’s hands began roaming against my body, whilst my hands were placed in his hair, tugging slightly harsh to get a noise out of him, which worked as he let out a slight whimper, I pulled away, “baby, don’t be silent,” I teased, my hips began to grind his clothed dick, which he groaned slightly louder from the action. He smirked at my actions, “well, how about you speak up as well?” he grumbled. He slightly slapped my ass and squeeze hard, letting out a suprised moan that eventually turned into a teasing breathy chuckle from me, as his half smile remained.

“Take this off,” he said, excitedly, Chan’s hands were under my shirt, his fingertips going up and down my torso. He leaned back to make way as I took off my shirt, revealing my bare breasts at him, whilst he was looking at me like a predator hunting it’s prey with that ever-lasting menacing smile, “god, look at how beautiful my girlfriend is,” He spoke slightly louder, like he wanted to make a point. He got up again, this time his lips began to attack my neck. He began doing all sort of mouth action in spots on my neck down to my chest. Licking, biting, sucking, kissing, you name it he’s down, and while all that I exaggerated the moans I’ve been putting up. Some were intentional, some weren’t, like when he tugged on my hair unexpectedly, which let out a yelp from me.

The neighbors were still going at it and louder, and Chan and I are getting heated as we wanted to annoy them rather than the other way around, so I lifted my hips to take off my underwear, with Chan followed along. We both threw our underwears, somewhere across the room, it didn’t matter to us, it’s time for action.

”You ready, baby?” Chan asked softly. Despite his somewhat animalistic actions, there was this slight look in his eyes that showed caringness that was hiding behind the mask of lust. I smiled at his question with a nod, “let’s do this!”

I placed myself on top of Chan’s head, and slowly began inserting myself in it, which made let out a gutteral moan and a gasp, as Chan let out a loud groan followed, “Christ, you’re tight—argh!” His voice getting louder and deeper as I started to move up and down with a slight grind on Chan, and with every move only we both get louder and louder.

I took Chan’s hand and placed it on my clit, which he instantly took the message and began rubbing his fingers on it. He didn’t stop up there, while moaning and groaning, he began messaging my breasts. He knew every pleasure points and the buttons to press when it comes to me being vocal.

“Ah! Channie! Ah! I-I—Ah!” At this point I was making loud noises that was equivalent to a pornographic one, which seemed to wild up Chan and encouraged him to let out as well. It’s seemed as though that the neighbors have stopped what they were doing, but neither me or Chan cared, we both carried on our activity.

It was clear that I was getting closer, just based on my sloppy grind, and Chan took note of it. He held onto my hips tightly, enough to make handprints on them, and began guiding me. “Ah—Fuck!” I cursed, helding onto his shoulders, and squeezing it which made Chan hiss and groan.

“I’m-I’m cummi—Ah!“ and just right when I climaxed, I squealed out, as Chan still guided my hips onto him, so he could follow along. While slightly overstimulated, Chan still used my hips and his moans were getting louder. I clenched around him due to it, and just by that action, I felt Chan’s fluids flown inside of me, as we both began panting for air—mind you our panting were also loud. We looked at each other, smiling at our scheme. “At this point, I don’t care if we won or not, this was probably one of the best sex we ever had in our two year relationship,” Chan humorously remarked, which made me laugh, “tell me something I don’t know,” I remarked back, which he giggled.

We both looked flushed and exhausted, but that didn’t stop us from kissing again, but this time it was more softer and less sexual. Before it lead anywhere again, Chan and I heard a door bell from outside, we both knew who exactly it is, or at least we did. Chan and I mirrored our evil looks, and we both silently agreed on coming up the door in nothing but our robes.

After adorning our robes, we both held hands, and approached the door as the door bell began ringing even louder. Chan opened the door, and once revealed who was the one who rang doorbell, both of our “innocent“ smile dropped. It wasn’t one of the young couple next door, whom we tried to compete, it was the old man from downstairs.

“Do you two have no shame in yourselves?! It’s enough I had to yell at the two idiots next door for them to keep it down, and now I have to deal with you two as well?!” The old man gave us an stern yet awkward scold, while Chan and I were blushing in embarrassment. I decided to slowly close the door and I yelled out an awkward “good night!” at the man, who wasn’t even finished from our scolding. After fully closing the door, we looked at each other and laughed, “Maybe he needs some fucking in his life,” Chan muttered, while I nodded, still laughing.

Chan wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we both walked back into the hallway, “I’m going to the bathroom to wash up,” I held into Chan’s strap as I looked at him suggestively, “wanna join?”

Chan smirked, stopping our tracks and holding my hips, “ms. (y/n), we just got scolded and you still want to keep going? What if I’m tired?

“You talking big talk, when your little man says otherwise.” You fought back, looking down and up at him, which he snickered, “touché.”

I smirked, loosening up the robe, walking past him to the bathroom, but before stopping I turned to him, seeing him stand there in the hallway with his arm crossed, “c’mon, the shower fits us both.” I smiled at him as he smirked back, walking up to me.

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visd3stele · 3 years

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Hey author absolutely love your works and you're amazing...just wanted to know if I can request a bit angst, like after sirius breaks up with reader (pureblood), she's forced to marry regulas and sirius is heartbroken. But then homie gets motivation from jily and wrecks the wedding (like the drama queen he is) and marries her. Bonus point if you do this in after Hogwarts plot ♥️ take love <3

hi, dear nonnie 💛. I must say, I'm very happy to write your request and I hope it'll do justice to your idea, but first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'm so glad you think so

TW: angst (duh) but happy ending, smoking, bad parents, implication of child abuse, a semi descriptive fight scene with casualties (one of which is a child), death (talks and mentions of it) cussing (twice, but still); anything else you think should be up here?

A/N: this is my first anon request and it feels special to me. Is this normal? I don't quite understand why myself... it just... does. Anyway, I really got carried away with the story, so buckle up for a loooong, painful ride (I'm not even sorry, I love it sm). Also, I recently rewatched Anne with an E and the use of big words set me on a classic books reading haul again which in turn influenced my writing a bit. I like the finished draft, but I can admit it might seem a little weird.

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"Sirius! Watch out!" Y/n's strident voice echoed through the foggy mind of the oldest Black brother. The young soldier leaned on his flat's open window, starring in the quiet night. His fingers became cold and numb around the forgotten cigar as Sirius tried to shake off the events of the day.

"Levicorpus," a masked figure whispered in the crowd, sending a muggle passer byer flying into the nearest wall. Sirius, Peter, y/n and another member of the Order of Phenix had just arrived, being tipped off about an attack on one of the safe camps. After the Death Eaters gained more and more power, Dumbledore created small settlements for muggle borns and their families, where they could hide from Voldemort's rage. For maximum security, a different group of wizards and witches had been assigned their own safe camp to watch over. They were the only one who knew how to find it, or so it was meant to be.

Sirius closed his eyes tight, crumpling the cigar in his fist. The fire has been put out by the wind for a while now, but the young man couldn't notice. Not when another fire, shone behind his forged lids.

Y/n was the first to run forward. Waving her wand to make space between fallen roofs, broken furniture thrown in the streets and remains of what used to be strong buildings, the witch shouted spells to lift the heavy concrete off people, or shield them from curses. Sirius woke up from his stunned trance and moved to cover his girlfriend's back. Together, they weaved a passage for their proteges, leading them to where Peter and their friend waited with healing potions.

The disowned wizard took an uneven breath, preparing for the worst part. Colorful spots danced in the darkness of his closed eyes, the powerful hold on his lids a poor attempt to keep tears from spilling.

"Sirius, watch out!" She yelled, tackling him to the ground as the familiar criss cross of a cruciatus spell passed above their heads and hit a small boy. Y/n was holding his hand, whispering comfortingly over the sound of battle and his own tears when she heard the mad cackling of Bellatrix Lestrange. The witch turned right in time to see her cast the unforgivable towards Sirius and all things left y/n's minds. Except for one: save him.

The little boy cried and trampled on the ground. Before either of them could get on their feet, a loud explosion boomed close by and the nearest building blew up. Sirius shielded his face with his arm, pushing y/n under him to protect her with his body. She let out a strangled sob, but didn't protest. Nor did she move. When the smoke cleared off enough to see through it, the image burned deep in both of their souls.

Y/n was quiet on the way home. Thinking. Brewing hatred towards her enemies. She never followed the rules that seemed inked on all pure bloods brains. She didn't comply to the path her parents laid out for her. Because deep down, y/n always knew how wrong all of it was. Is. But never in her most painful dreams did she expect such a vicious, ruthless war.

She collapsed on her and Sirius' bed, hugging herself and allowing the tears to fall. Angry, sadness, shame, disappointment. They flew from her, lulling her to a restless sleep, while Sirius dealt with the reports and aftermath of the attack.

Once home, the former Black heir paced around for hours. His thoughts swirled like a hurricane. In his fourth year at Hogwarts, the rebel pure blood felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time. Sirius managed to let down his family in all aspects of his life – beginning with his love for muggles, following with his Gryffindor sorting and the pride he took from it and ending with his loyalty towards his friends. But one thing he did right.

No one saw it coming. It was the shock that went simultaneous through the entirety of Hogwarts. Sirius Black dating the notorious y/n, a witch descending from a family with blood as pure as their hearts were frozen. The pair landed rumors in every corners of the wizarding Britain, even making an appearance in the papers: The Black heir came around and accepted his heritage ; The union between y/l/n and the Black family is confirmed ; Two ancient blood lines, what does it mean for the wizarding future and how will it affect the current situation?

After the fateful summer when Sirius has been disowned, everyone expected the couple to be pulled apart. But y/n stood by his boyfriend's side, defying her parents and asking to be disowned as well if they can't accept her choices. It never happened, as y/n was the only heiress to her name. They only deprived her of the rights to the family fortune and hoped for a better match one day.

It didn't bother Sirius as much as he'd think. He knew it didn't matter. Y/n was still on his side, the right side. And that knowledge was something he never questioned. Until now. Until he saw the worse the war could offer and had a feeling it was just the start of it.

Sirius Black had a hard time believing the rumors of a traitor in their rows. He couldn't bring himself to believe someone he's close with, someone whom he bled for, someone who killed for him, could do such a thing. But as Dumbledore grew more and more worried, groups formed within the Order and speculation found a home at their table.

It was James who'd always reassure him. James who trusted his friends more than he trusted the sun to rise at the dawns of every new day. James, whom Sirius convinced in the sixth year that y/n was worthy of that trust. Because just like him, he relented the old ways and prejudices and wanted to be free from her awful family.

A dark thought crept in the abyss of Sirius' mind. A guilty doubt which seemed to turn into a painful truth right before his eyes. Sirius knew Peter wouldn't ran his mouth to anyone about the safe camp, he's a marauder, after all. And the friend they've got paired up with was a muggle born, with no motive to be loyal to the Dark Lord. Which means, it must've been y/n.

As if Sirius summoned her with, the witch climbed tiptoed behind him. She swinged her arms around his waist and he felt her shiver from the cold.

"Hey," her thumbs rubbed circles on the back of her hands where they meet on Sirius' chest.

"Hey," he answered. "Why aren't you sleep? It's late."

"I could ask you the same." She moved in front of Sirius, arms still locked around her boyfriend, trapping him in the hug. Y/n's lower back now pushed against the window's edge, her shoulders facing the chilly air.

For a moment, Sirius considered breaking into a crooked smirk, willing playfulness to imbue his voice as the words "Ah, but I asked first," almost left his lips. But he decided against it. Seeing her, feeling her, tired him more than the hours of self torture did. She looked drained. Eyes swollen from crying, lips pierced here and there from biting, muscles flexing involuntarily at her own flashes of recordings of the day. But it couldn't be, right? Because she betrayed them. She betrayed him.

Sirius shook his head, a handful of black locks tickling his face. He pulled y/n away from the window, pushing it with his shoulder and freeing a hand to properly close it. "Go back to bed," he said, fixing his quartz eyes on her for the first time. She wore one of his AC/DC shirts that covered her body, but did little to keep her worm. "It's cold," he swallowed thickly, grey orbs almost shining in the far away light of stars, a crescent moon and street lamps down below.

"I know," she gave Sirius' own attire a pointed look, unwrapping her arms and rubbing his bare arms. He stilled under her touch for a second, before gently pushing her away. The wizard took snatched a blanket from one of the armchairs and placed it atop his girlfriend while searching desperately for another he could use. Y/n moved faster. The witch engulfed her boyfriend with the material, bringing him with her to the couch.

She nestled against him, knees to her chest, half sitting in Sirius' lap. Ignoring the stiffness of his body as she assumed it's due to the fight from earlier, y/n lightly threaded her fingers through her boyfriend's hair. "Couldn't sleep," she mumbled out of breath.

"Me neither."

Y/n pulled back. The wizard still avoided to look at her. Sighing, the young woman rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry –" she started, starring at nothing in particular – "for the boy." Sirius tensed, which y/n took as a sign to continue. "You blame me, don't you?"

When he didn't answer, the witch dared a peak through her lashes at his face. For the first time since they started dating, y/n couldn't read it. Sirius wore his heart on his sleeves all the time and today was no different. But she didn't understood what she was seeing.

"I shouldn't have..."

"No, you shouldn't've."

Y/n watered her lips as she nodded at the harsh tone. "I know. I'm sorry. I was trying to –" her voice broke – "I only thought about you. I had to protect you."

"You had to keep that kid safe."

"Fine. I needed to protect you."

"Why? I can take it, you know I can. I'm sure I build enough strength against the cruciatus that I wouldn't've felt a thing." His voice was void of any emotion, but somehow accusing. Y/n felt the bitter taste of guilt morphing into anger.

"Because I wanted to!" The witch screamed. "You should never have felt it and I‐ I," her voice cracked. "I want you to never feel it again." She had so much more to say to him. Tell him of how she promised herself she'll never allow such cruelty upon him ever again. How when the glow of the spell caught the corner of her eyes, she acted on impulse alone. But a knot twisted on itself from her very own vocal chords and y/n could speak no more.

Silence stood no chance to properly settle over the two of them when Sirius jumped to his feet. He had enough of it already and it only hurt him. So the wizard argued back, vigorously. "I'm a grown fucking man, y/n! The damage is done already. But that boy? That little boy?" Sirius' irises twitched in response to tears pinching the sensitive eyeballs. He spat the next words with great hardship, voice dripping with reprieved feelings unlikely to reach other's ears. "Him you could have saved. But you didn't."

Y/n rose to her feet as well. Her mouth opened and closed while she failed to decide how to respond. However, Sirius has never been a patient man and he is known for his temper to burn bright and short, after all.

"What were you thinking, y/n? Fuck it!"

"You! I was thinking about you and only you."

"We're not in school anymore! We don't prank people and bully to take revenge for how they hurt us. We're soldiers! And this is war."

"You think I don't know that? You think I wanted him to die?"

Deafening silence suddenly stilled the room. Glistening grey bore into tears stained y/e/c. His jaws pulsed, clenching and unclenching. Her nostrils flared, realization sinking in.

"You do," y/n whispered. "You do!" She yelled. "You do?" The witch forced her eyes to focus on her boyfriend through the mist of moisture. "How can you- you believe... why?"

Sirius grew restless and begin pacing, messing his hair when his hands gripped his scalp. "Why? Why?!" He broke into a phrenetic laugh. "Because you sold them out, y/n!"

"What?"

"You're the spy. Of course you are the spy! You told Voldemort where the safe camp is."

"Oh-huh," y/n scoffed. "So not only you think I wanted a little boy to –" she couldn't bring herself to speak the word, wiping furiously at her eyes instead – "but you also think I tried to get everyone killed. Bloody hell, Sirius! What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know, y/n. You tell me. How did the Death Eaters where to come?"

"I didn't tell them."

"Then who did?"

"I don't know!" The witch spreaded her arms then twisted them over her chest within seconds. She closed the gap between her and Sirius. "I don't know, Sirius. Why does it have to be me?"

"Because there is no one else who knew about our camp. Who else could've?"

"What is that supposed to mean? What, you still see just a pure blood puppet when you look at me? No matter what, I'll always ran back to mommy and daddy and condone to their actions. Is that it?"

Sirius' lack of an answer was telling enough. He crossed his arms over the thin white undershirt he was wearing. The wizard's lips trembled, but he fixed the shining cold of his quartz eyes on y/n. His brow wrinkled his forehead with a swift lift.

"Is that it? Bloody answer me, Sirius!"

"Yes."

Y/n gasped. The witch took several steps back, the single word hurting like a hard slap over the cheek.

"If you really think that, why stay with me this long?"

"I, uh, I don't know. I s'pose there is no real reason to drag this along anymore." Sirius forced to gruff out. Anger dimmed within him like a used match. And despite his suspicious, putting an end to such a long, meaningful relationship wasn't easy.

"Drag this along? So that's how you think about us, then."

"I can't be with you, y/n, if you compromise the mission. If you're a danger to my friends."

The woman passed a hand over her face. She nodded, withholding the cries threatening to escape her throat. "You accuse me of treason, having no proof at all. And you're wrong, Sirius Orion Black. You are so very wrong!"

"Good bye, y/n. I'll send your things home, I assume there's where you'll be now that you're finally free of the disgrace that I am."

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

Y/n did indeed returned home. Not out of longing or a deep rooted feeling of belonging. In fact, walking down the paved path, leaving house after house behind and closing in to the small palace that stood as y/l/n's home, the witch felt more and more like climbing a rooftop and screaming as loud as her lungs could support it.

Her heart ached, but there were no tears. Y/n's eyes were dry as the wind blew in her face. Her feet carried her out of muscle memory alone, her head throbbing with so many thoughts none actually made any sense. A numbness took over the young witch when the chilly air and too much pain to bear met on her body.

"Y/n?" When she was but a young little girl, she imagined this is how the jewels in her mother's box would sound like. Regal, nonchalant, demanding. As if the entire world is meant to gawk and obey.

"Hello, mother."

"What in Salazar's name are you doing outside dressed like this?"

Y/n has forgotten she still wore Sirius' shirt. And if she wasn't staying outside of the palace like house, she'd have pull it over her head and toss it in the mud.

"May I come in?" She decided to ignore her mother's question. It took a while, but eventually, the older woman stepped aside and allow y/n passage to enter.

"What is this?" The dusty voice of mister y/l/n exclaimed, briefly glancing up from his newspaper to capture the abnormal sight.

"Our daughter seemed to have misplace her shame, along with manners and values."

"That much is obvious. I don't know why it comes as such a surprise to you, my dear."

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes and run up the stairs to her childhood room like she used to whenever her parents admonished her in the past.

"Shouldn't you be with that blood traitor, mud bloods lover of yours?" Her father continued.

"Sirius and I broke up tonight." Y/n murmured. It was enough, though, to lighten up her mother's petrified face.

"Is that so? You have finally come to your senses, I see."

"He cut me off."

"Ah!" Her mother's face deformed in an almost comical depiction of outrage. "How dare he, that little scum. Does he know the honor you were doing him by simply allowing him to be near you? After he dishonored his family the way he did, that good for nothing boy had the nerve to..."

"Mother! That's enough. Please."

"Well, that's it, then. You washed your hands of that embarrassment at last. Good."

"If you are to return in this household, y/n, I expect you to act properly. Start by changing that... attire." Her father commented. Which sounded close enough to a dismissal for y/n, who gladly seized the opportunity and rushed up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Sirius tried to wrap the muggle's sticky tape over a carton box. He spent all the time since y/n's departure packing her stuff and sealing them the muggle way. It was petty, but the quickest revenge he could piece together at the time being.

His cheeks were heated, painted in an angry red. His nose hurt from the many times he snuffled, suppressing his tears. Fueled by his pain, Sirius Black tore his flat upside down, using his fists, his legs, his wand. Until he dropped to the ground, too tired to keep it up and started boxing y/n's belongings.

The wizard heard muggles say it helped. It supposedly healed. But Sirius was just as terribly shattered as before by the end of it. He waved his wand and muttered a spell, vanishing every proof of y/n that might have been laying around in his flat.

Days passed and Sirius heard nothing from y/n. She ceased her attendings to the Order meetings, which he took as a sign he could safely tell everyone she was the spy. James was more than happy to fill the vacant place she left in Sirius' group, seeing as the people who fell victims to the vial attack were in drastic need of as much help the Order could spare.

"Alright, mate. Speak up." James Potter took his best friend by the shoulder and led him sidelong. The noises of rebuilding, using both magic and muggle ways, echoed under the rare sunny sky above the outskirts of London. Lots of volunteers offered to help and the camp starting to look anew. The two young men afforded a break.

"What are you talking about, Prongs?" Sirius fickle with the lighter before giving up and enchanting a flame for his cigarette.

"You know what, Padfoot. Your sulking. I can't help of you don't talk about it."

"There is nothing to say, alright? Y/n betrayed us, she lied to us, she was a peril for these people and our cause. She had to go."

"Us, these people, the cause... Sirius, my friend, you're not talking about yourself at all here. And you dated her for what? Four years? Five?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not the important one right now."

James bumped his best friend playfully in the arm, a tentative grin forming on his face. "I never thought I'd hear the day Sirius Black would say such a thing."

The grey eyed wizard smiled at the other's joke, but his lips couldn't hold it for too long. He masked the fall of his smile with drawing a breath around the smoking stick.

"Look, Padfoot, I think you need some time away from the war. Lily and I are going to have a big family dinner tonight. My parents, her parents, even her sister is coming. It'd only be fair if I bring my brother too, what do you think?"

For a brief moment, Sirius felt warm and a pleasant feeling tickled his senses. The war erupted as soon as the marauders graduated Hogwarts, giving them all too little time to further explore their blissful friendship. Even though the united group remained the same in their minds, there could have been whole weeks in which they wouldn't talk to each other. And even when they managed, the change of words tended to be short and restrained to good luck wishes.

It was the first time James called Sirius his brother since after their seventh year when the Black disowned heir was allowed access to his uncle Alphard's inheritance and bought the flat he moved in, leaving the Potters' house behind.

Then, as soon as it came, it was gone. Replaced by a bitter taste as Sirius' mind drifted to y/n. Who made him feel real – one rebellious pure blood seemed odd, out of place. He begin to question his choices in fifth year in the light of everyone pointing out how wrong he was. But two descendants of old families, sharing stories and beliefs, soothed his mind. And now? Now all that proved to be a sham. And he was alone all over again.

Sirius pondered if he should decline James' invitation. Not only would he ruin the jolly mood with his sour one. But he could use his time better. Make amends to all the people whose lives his love ruined. However, he decided against it. Knowing James Potter as good as he did, Sirius was aware that he won't take no as an answer. And one needs double the normal doze of energy to argue with the Quidditch star.

"Sure, Prongs. I'll be there."

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

"Y/n! We are waiting for you. We mustn't be late."

The young woman groaned inaudible. She hadn't even finished to unpack the mountain of boxes Sirius sent her and her parents were expecting smiles and attendants to pure bloods events. Where she was expected to be glad of being rid of the wanker she had the displeasure to call boyfriend for too many years, to put it in their words.

"You didn't even tell me where are we going this time." She complained.

Y/n's parents exchanged looks. "I suppose we can tell her now."

"Yes, yes. Maybe it's for the best she won't be taken aback by the news."

"What news?" Y/n asked, seemingly impatient, but dread climbed its way up her spine.

"Oh, dear, maybe you can marry a Black heir, after all. Isn't it wonderful?"

"What?" Y/n knew her parents allowed her to date Sirius only because of his family's name. The dream of one day being a Black caught deep, thick roots in their minds. Even after he got disowned, they clung to that hope. It's never too late, her father would say. He'll get bored of playing games, her mother would agree. And y/n would bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from defending her boyfriend.

It went on like that until the war started and it became clear Sirius Black was too far gone in his honorable morals. Apparently, y/n's parents only gave up on him, not their dream of tieing unbreakable connections to the most Noble and most Ancient House of Black.

"Regulus Arcturus is of age, only a year younger than you. Wallburga wants to be sure the blood line will continue as pure and powerful as it is and we'd like nothing more than mix our ancestry with such a good family."

Now no amount of chewing her own skin could stop y/n from rolling her eyes and speaking up. "I just ended a relationship. I can't marry! And what about Regulus? What does he have to say about this arrangement?" Because the witch knew the youngest Black resented and condemned his brother's friends. Including her own self.

"He should be thrilled of having such a beautiful, sharp, educated, wife." Her mother answered and hurried her out the door.

Once the group made it to Grimmauld place nr. 12, the unfriendly house elf presented them to the household.

"Walburga, such a pleasure to see you again. And in such happy circumstances no less." Y/n's mother greeted. The Black matriarch inclined her head and smiled tightly.

"The pleasure is all mine, lady y/l/n. Good day to you too, lord y/l/n."

"Thank you for having us, lady Black. Lord Black." Y/n's father nodded towards the scrawny, tall boy by the chimney. He held his hands entwined behind his back, back straight and chin slightly lifted. Although it was clear he was still young and shoved into his mother's expectations from infancy, Regulus behold his title well. After his father's passing, the youngest Black took upon himself the responsibility and great honor of being Lord Black. Which laid proof enough of his association with the Dark Lord even without the ink y/n knew was dancing creepily up and down his sleeved forearm.

"Y/n, it's good to see you again," Walburga fixed the witch with her emotionless eyes.

Panicking, y/n curtseyed and muttered a greeting. A snort snapped her head in Regulus' direction. She frowned at him, while he only rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Maybe we should let the newly engaged to their own." Y/n's mother suggested.

"Yes. Come, we have plenty to discuss about the wedding."

As soon as the two of them remained alone, y/n turned towards her betrothed. "You look as bad as I feel." She commented, noticing the sickly pallor of his face, the bags under his eyes, the too thin hair – though perfectly arranged even so – and his wobbly feet.

"Marriage may not suit me well, m'lady." Regulus mocked.

"Hey! Don't act like the victim here. You're one of them, aren't you supposed to be on board with all this?"

The boy shrugged. "Weren't you supposed to be my brother's bride?"

"Shut it, baby snake." The words, though as light hearted as they could be coming from Regulus Black, hit her hard. Her stomach shifted painfully and a familiar sting wailed up behind her eyes.

"Original." Regulus mumbled. "How come you're not with my idiot brother anymore? I can see it's not because you had a change of heart."

"Why do you care?"

"Aren't I supposed to care about my future wife?"

"I thought you don't want the wedding either."

"I didn't want a lot of things. It never stopped them from happening," the young Lord Black threw matter of factly at y/n. Arms still behind his back, the witch couldn't see how he rubbed his wrist, where the mark itched. But she noticed the shift in his demeanour. The tremble of his jaw muscles, the lost gaze in his grey eyes, the lids slowly disappearing as long eyelashes connects with eyebrows when his eyes widen.

"Want to elaborate on that?"

"My tale for yours, if you are willing to start." Regulus wasn't a talkative person. He shared little about himself and his views, his voice tended to take people by surprise as the youngest Black preferred to observe things from the shadows. But this secret he had now, he needed to unburden his shoulders of its weight. And y/n made it clear where she stands with the purists nonsense.

Y/n chuckle took him by surprise. "I think that's fair." She brought her arms in front of her, cupping her elbows for a sense of support and sat on the sofa. "Sirius and I broke up," her gaze never left the carpet. "It was his idea. He assumed I betrayed the Order and switched sides."

"And did you?"

Now, her head snapped up, eyes blazing with fury. "No!" She spat at Regulus. Who immediately put his hands up in deffence.

"Alright, alright. Sorry."

Y/n grunted. "Whatever. Your turn."

Regulus told her about Kreacher and the cave. About how he searched for a way to make the Dark Lord pay and weaken his plans. By the end of it, y/n grinned genuinely for the first time in weeks.

"Wicked. Didn't know you had it in you, Black."

Regulus sent her a shy smile as well, tugging at some wanton raven strands of hair. "My brother truly is an idiot, y'know. He's fast to jump to conclusions and then never thinks twice about it."

"Yeah," y/n sighed. "I know."

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

Sirius seized the opportunity to make himself scarce after the dinner ended. The young man was now on the terrace, blowing off twirls of smoke in the early night. Lily and James saw to their guests as they leaved, but Sirius couldn't bring himself to join them. As bad as he felt about avoiding Effie and Monty, the wizard didn't want to face them in his state. The older Potters had enough on their plate with already without adding his sour mood to it.

"Oi, Sirius! Lily asks if you want to stay the night?" James leaned on the door frame after his and Lily's families were gone.

"Nah. I should be on my way as well, thanks mate."

"I insist." The young man with glasses blocked Sirius' way. He pressed gentle hands on the older Black brother's shoulders, making an effort to look up into his eyes and still be convincing. "It's exactly what you need, really. Some time with your friends and you'll be anew in no time, you'll see."

Sirius doubted it. Not only was he blind to his own girlfriend malice intentions, but by it, he also endangered so many people. The betrayal stung worse than his parents' punishments, but still couldn't compare with the ache in his heart from ending his longest, most wonderful relationship.

However, he nodded, being met with James hopeful and worried gaze.

"Sirius," Lily exclaimed. "You're staying, right? Good –" the redhead mused when the taller wizard hummed his confirmation –"you can borrow some clothes from James, I'm sure he won't mind." She smiled sweetly, but the edge of her lips' corners showed how troubled Lily was because of him.

"Of course not!" The bespectacled young man huffed and landed on the couch, remote already in his hand. Lily rolled her eyes at his antics, but chuckled softly and nestled against him.

"Thanks," Sirius' voice chocked and caught in his throat. The pair sitting lovingly tangled on the couch reminded him of himself and y/n on so many occasions. Cuddling after a long Order meeting, falling asleep on each other when they both thought they could play early birds for once, murmuring sweet nothings while the newspapers spread dread and uneasiness.

James and Lily were doing just that: comforting the other. Lily just said good bye to her parents and sister for good, being too dangerous for the muggles to remain close by. And as much as James' parents tried to hide their hurting from him, he saw right through their acts.

Lily stroked her husband's wild locks, twirling and untwirling the messy strands around her fingers. James rested his palm on her knee, toying with the material of his wife's jeans. Their free hands entwined, Lily and James conversed silently with each other.

Sirius shifted from foot to foot, an intruder. Before he had the chance to excuse himself and go back outside – something about the chilly air soothed him – a familiar owl flew by the window. The prey bird didn't stick around, though. And in its place, a letter found its way inside the house.

Well, letter was an overstatement, actually. A single piece of parchment, folded carefully. Sirius recognized the elegant calligraphy of his little brother.

If it's any of your concerns, y/n and I are to marry. You're not welcomed, of course, mother wouldn't allow it. But I thought you should know. She loves you still, brother – the ink smudged over the word and the loops of the letters were too squared. As if Regulus grew unsteady. Drops of ink colored the thin paper in a futile attempt to write more.

Sirius drew in a breath. His fingers flexed involuntarily and crumpled the parchment. Swallowing thickly, he allowed himself to drop on a armchair.

"Sirius? What's wrong?" Lily asked. James was on his feet within seconds, kneeling in front of his best friend and trying to catch his eyes.

"Padfoot?"

Without a word, the taller wizard passed the note over. James scanned it briefly before returning his attention to Sirius. Lily picked it up as well, thoughts drifting away as she gave the two men some space.

"I'd ask if you're ok, but clearly that'd be stupid even by my standards," James jocked. "Seriously, though, how do you feel about this?"

"Don't know, Prongs," Sirius shrugged hopelessly. "It shouldn't bother me, right? I mean, she's a traitor. They're both on the wrong side here. I shouldn't care what either is doing." His voice grew louder and louder, pitched and edged. "In fact," Sirius stumbled over a pitiful laugh, "I should be happy they found each other."

James shook his head. "Look, I know you don't want to hear this right now, but are you sure? Are you sure–" Potter begin again at Sirius' puzzled look –"that y/n really betrayed us?"

"What are you talkin' about, Prongs? Of course I am, she's the only option. She's a..."

"Pure blood?" Lily interfered with a pointing look. Sirius had the decency to blush. Lowering his gaze, the wizard fidget with his hands joined in front of him.

"I don't know how bad your fight was, but it's clear you still love her. And if we're to believe Regulus, she loves you too. There are no actual proof of her betrayal, Sirius. I never thought you're the one to chicken out in bad times."

James nodded. "You should go, mate. Settle this for good. You deserve closure."

"And what if I was wrong all along? What if she's innocent and I've been such a wanker?"

"Then you'll figure it out from there."

"Bollocks! Thanks a lot, Prongs!"

"Hey, relationships aren't easy, mate. I can't tell you the number of times Lily-pad here makes it a woeful... Ouch!"

From where the redhead witch stood, a small army of pillows flew towards James. "But it's ever so worthy, my dear. Ouch!"

"You should try living with yourself, Potter. I'm a perfect saint by comparison."

"If you say so, Mrs. Potter."

The light tease carried on, leaving Sirius to dwell in his mind.

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

Y/n and Regulus stared at the empty room. By the end of that night, they'd be husband and wife. Both enjoyed the peace for a couple more minutes, before the guests would arrive and the ceremony would start.

"You know what's funny?" Y/n suddenly asked. "I always knew I'd end up with a Black. I just assumed it'd be Sirius."

Regulus nodded. "You're not the only one. He was mad about you, everyone could see that."

"It wasn't meant to be, after all, was it?" Her voice dripped with sorrow.

"Have you tried to reach out to him after the fight?"

"I doubt it'd've made any difference. If he can think so low of me after all the years we've been together..." she sighed and shook her head. The witch pursed her lips, holding back tears she didn't want to spill. A sob still escaped the carefully locked prison of her rib cage.

It startled Regulus, but the young Lord Black came to his senses and tentatively opened his arms for his future wife. Y/n walked in the hug and broke as soon as his arms engulfed her.

"It just hurts so much, Reggie." She sobbed.

"I know," the wizard said solemnly while stroking y/n's head. The heavy silence that followed spoke to both of them. There was no need of words anymore as two souls clung desperately to each other, calling for the kind of understanding only sharing experiences could really bring out.

Regulus lost a brother long before y/n lost a boyfriend. But Sirius believed them both traitors, mindless followers of Voldemort. And left, never glancing back once. It was a type of heartache the silently rebellious pure bloods shared.

"Do you think it'll ever pass?"

"Not sure. Supposedly, yes, I guess. Maybe if we have each other?" Regulus struggled with the question. It's been a good five years since Sirius was disowned and yet, the younger brother still weeps in his dreams, calling for him.

"Like actual partners?"

Regulus turned red. "I, I don't want you to hate me like mother hated father. I know there's pressure on our duties, I just... I thought..."

"We could be allies," y/n sufficed, a small smile growing weakly on her face. She pulled herself back at arm length and brushed her thumbs under Regulus' eyes. The digits wettened from his own tears, which softened the witch's y/e/c gaze. She nodded. "I think that'd be best. Great marriages started with less than this... at least in muggle novels."

Regulus rolled his eyes, but chuckled along with y/n anyway. The genuine smile playing on his lips caused the witch to burst into giggles. Sometimes, the relief of having another supporting oneself is so great, it leads to temporarily madness.

Mere hours later, the young Lord Black gripped y/n's fingers reassuringly in front of a sea of noble, ancient wizarding families. She squeezed his hands back. "Are you ready for this?" Regulus whispered.

"No. You?"

"Absolutely not."

The wizard dared a peak to the pure bloods gathered. Whatever he saw made his gaze snap back to y/n's face. Who was currently stealing glances all over the place. Her roaming eyes finally settled on Regulus' for the vows when the thick wooden door blew open.

Wind still swirled at the entrance, hiding whoever disturbed the wedding. As the view cleared, it revealed a tall, lean figure with a wand stretched forward and strands of hair whipping the air framing the silhouette. Gasps erupted under the high ceiling and at the same time y/n breathed out a name she thought she'll never have reason to speak again.

"Sirius Orion!" Wallburga screeched. The old woman refused to call her wayward son by the family name. He was unworthy of it. "What in Salazar's name do you think you're doing?!"

The crowd was on their feet now, confused or angry murmurs following the young man as he took a few confident steps forward. Though it was clear for y/n that he didn't feel as powerful as he made it look like.

"Why, hello, mother dearest," Sirius managed to slip bitter venom to his words. "I see you're wasting no time to ensure more precious heirs. Good to know you hadn't changed. Imagine the shock I'd have to face if you actually cared about your kids for once." With one look at Regulus' hidden grin, Sirius knew he pointed perfectly the reason this wedding was taking place during a gruesome war. Wallburga needed to see with her own two eyes the blood line of the most ancient and purest family in wizarding Britain being secured.

"You will leave this place in an instant!" Wallburga emphasized her words by pointing her wand towards her son. Y/n saw the gulp Sirius wished to pass unnoticed. Both brothers tensed, growing even more restless as few others in the gathering drew their own wands. Regulus' fingers curled and uncurled around the magic wood at his side. Y/n prepared herself for a fight as well. Though it was unclear why Sirius showed up, it could only be a matter of the Order, right? Which must mean he came as an Auror. Probably to pick her up for interrogation. But all alone? That was a new kind of brave idiocy on his part.

"I can't do that, I'm afraid." Sirius advanced. "I made a terrible mistake and I won't leave... unless y/n wants me to."

Under the pressure of too many pairs of eyes on her, the witch widened her own and stumbled backwards. Regulus caught her elbow to keep her from falling, giving a subtle nod at the same time. Hear him out, it seemed to say.

"I can't say I do." The witch ignored her parents' burning glares and the disapproving sighs around the room. As much as she wanted to dispatch her insufferable son, Walburga knew causing a scene wouldn't be the best course of action. So she stepped back, allowing Sirius a clear path to y/n.

The wizard tucked his wand away and strode forward, stopping a few inches before the pair about to marry. Disregarding the audience, Sirius fell to his knees. His grey eyes bore through y/n's, trying to travel as far as her soul. "I am so, deeply sorry, y/n!" His head fell, a curtain of black hair muffling the sound of his voice.

"I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I should have listen to you, truly listen. I..."

"Don't think I'm a purist sod anymore?"

Sirius winced. "I never thought you a sod," he mumbled. "But that's not... what I try to say is- uh, I was wrong. You couldn't have been the spy, you're so much better than this, I know that."

"Now you know that?"

"I've always did. It just took me too much to admit it. I was looking for someone to blame and you were there. You've always been there... I'm so bloody sorry, y/n!"

"What made you change your mind? Why now?" Y/n's voice ringed hoarse and unsteady.

"I missed you. I've gotten jealous on Prongs and Lils, I couldn't lose you."

"You broke up with me. How is that not losing me?"

"I don't know. I don't... just, I don't know." Sirius' shoulders shrinked but he brought his silver eyes up in a teary plea. "Just, please? Please forgive me. Please."

In the silence that followed, in which y/n took her time to process what happened, Wallburga scoffed. "That's ridiculous! Get on your feet, boy and get out of here. You wasted enough of our time." Some rumbles of agreement echoed from person to person. But Sirius didn't move. It seemed like he didn't even hear his mother, with how focused he was on y/n.

A few guests moved to forcefully remove the stray wizard, but Regulus hexed them subtly. The spell wore off as soon as it bloomed, but it gave y/n enough time to reach her ex. She played with her sleeves, unfurling threads by mistake which she later ripped off altogether.

"Get up, will you?" Y/n tried to keep her voice even. But to Sirius it sounded like a final sentence. He shook his head, rubbing his bowled fists over his thighs. "Y/n, please. Please. Don't tell me to leave." His voice broke as the wizard chocked over his feelings.

Y/n rolled her eyes to sooth the stinging of tears. The y/e/c landed on the lean muscled figure at her feet. "That's not what I'm doing, Sirius." She said, wiping her face and dropping down next to him.

Her palms cupped his face, forcing Sirius to look at her. "You really, really hurt me."

"I know..."

"But," y/n quickly cut him off, "you hurt yourself too while at it. And I missed you." A miserable chuckle surfaced from the bottom of her lungs. "I missed you so bloody much!"

Sirius looked confused. Too afraid to hope, but feeding it to his yearning nonetheless. "Does it mean I'm forgiven?"

"Promise to never pull something like that again?"

"Yes! Merlin, y/n, yes. I swear it!" Sirius suddenly jumped, cackling like a maniac as he scooped her up in his arms and twirled and twirled and twirled until he lost his balance and had to stop.

"Sirius," y/n breathed between laughs. The man in question leaned down to press a kiss on top of her head.

"Sorry, m'love. Couldn't help it."

Y/n rolled her eyes again, but the glee that took over her remained as strong as ever. Lost in their happiness, the newly found couple missed the crowd circling in on them. Sensing the danger of all the man Death Eaters against them, Regulus grabbed his brother and friend and apparated away.

"What the hell?" Sirius eyed his little brother with a scold on his face. The magic took him by surprise.

Y/n raised a brow at him. "I think what you really mean to say is 'thank you, Reggie', isn't it?"

The young Lord Black smiled complicity to her, grinning at Sirius' expression. It varied from short lived anger to a quick fright only to stop at annoyance. "Maybe. Whatever," the wizard mumbled, sighing resigned. "Thanks, little brother." He said eventually, a small smile playing on his lips.

Regulus nodded, pleased. "I'll leave you alone. It's probably for the best."

"Wait!" Sirius exclaimed. Taking everyone by surprise. "I was thinking," the wizard starting, sounding uncharacteristically nervous. "Well, if y/n is dressed for the occasion... wouldn't it be a shame to waste such beautiful clothes?"

"Sirius Orion Black! Are you proposing to me?"

"I don't have a ring yet, but I promise I'll sell my bike if I have to so I can buy you the prettiest one. That's it, if you want to. Do you? Want to marry me, that's it."

"Who's gonna perform the ceremony if I say yes?"

"Not to influence your answer; in fact, I truly beg of you to consider it more, but I could do it if you're sure." Regulus chimed in.

Both Black brothers were starring expectantly at her. But it didn't faze y/n. She knew exactly what she'd choose. "I see you are a man of many talents, Lord Black," the witch started, mocking a high class accent. "Very well, then. Proceed to marry us."

Sirius actually squealed, though he'd never admit it. And when the sun sat far in the distance, leaving Britain behind for warmer places, two shadows mingled together in a passionate kiss, filled with love and longing, desire and despair. But most importantly a shared cheerful dream of a bright future together.

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THE SMUT PILE SECRET SANTA

Golden Eyes

Demon!Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: HOE HOE HOE INDEED! HAHAHAHA

This is my secret santa gift for my dear elf Alisha -- @rivendell101! I do hope you enjoy, I just tried to channel all of Kuroo’s wicked energy into this and sprinkled it with our beloved monsterfucking. Sorry for all the questions, I just wanted to surprise you but also include only things you’d like. ;-; Hope you enjoy and MERRY SMUTMAS <3

Big thanks and lots of kisses to my dear Tay @deathcab4daddy who read this, betaed, and said it wasn't the train wreck I thought it was 😂🥺😘💕

Warnings: This is loosely inspired by the manhwa DEAR DOOR, by Pluto, from which the art above is also from (Satan is fucking hot)! Monsterfucking - Demon. Use of tongue and tail in a very uh naughty way. Magic makes you horny at some point (tho i don’t think is dub-con?), but just to be sure Magic Manipulation. Assplay with tongue and finger penetration. Denials, oh so many denials. Sprinkle of spanking. Soft pain play. Overstim. Oral sex. Rough sex. CHOKING. BITING. MARKING. Demon uhhhh lure? aijaisajisj He’s seducing you with his devilish powers. CORRUPTION. RELIGIOUS BLASPHEMY (sorry jesus).

Word count: ~7.4k. I can’t write anything short, why?!

“So… you’re a demon?” You ask, weirdly not completely panicking over the fact that this brick wall of a man showed up out of nowhere in the middle of your living room as if this were just another Sunday night. The stranger smiles your way with a lopsided grin and the shivers that run through your body seem to support his affirmation.

“Did the horns give it away?” The dark-haired demon asks, with a smile that could make him the single male model of some sin’s propaganda. Your eyes flick to his tail, long and thick, moving calmly in waves behind him, and come up to the unbelievably wide black wings sprouting from his back and threatening to blow a hole in your ceiling.

“Sure,” You say while your eyes come back to his face, taking a second look at the long, twisted black horns sprouting from his high forehead and mixing with his thick raven hair. “Let’s say it’s the horns.”

He snickers but his golden stare is very much sharp on you. Even before it pinned you in place you had found that your legs had begrudgingly refused to move in front of the massive presence in your living room.

“You’re an interesting little thing, aren’t you?” He muses out loud, his arms crossing in front of his body while one hand cradles his own face while he looks down at you. The gold irises glint in the dark like a beacon, the small crystal-like black pupil like that of a wild animal. “Normally people would have been screaming by now. Or passing out. Maybe running.” He doesn’t move from where he stands, but his sentient tail floats over to you, lightly caressing the side of your face as a child stroking their pet; it moves under your chin, over your jaw and cheekbone, pats your hair back, and comes to circle your throat.

It doesn’t squeeze -- but the threat is pretty much clear.

“I don’t think my legs can move.” You tell him in a breathless voice, panic eating away at the corners of your sanity the more you stare at the insanity in front of you. A monstrosity of man with a tail and wings to crown it swaying in your living room as if it’s all okay, as if this is real life. You shudder in place, a whole-body wave of dread that moves along your body and makes you tremble as all the hair on your being stands in place. He grins down at you, wicked and pretty, a cheshire air of mischief in the way his golden irises glint in the dark background of his eyes and mingle with the dim lit room to go with the roll of white pearls of sharp-looking teeth in his mouth.

“Am I dreaming?” Your thoughts escape from your lips in a breath as his tail grounds you to reality, burning hot and heavy around your neck. It contrasts awkwardly with the image in front of you, which your brain keeps trying to deny as true, but the weight of his tail pulls you from the edge of disbelief and pins you in place, your limbs turning cold as you feel unable to move. “Or am I going insane, somehow?”

“Do you think your brain is failing you, little one?”

“Well, seems like the logical reason why there’s a winged man in my living room. With horns and-- a tail.” Your voice stops and you gulp right before your eyes snap once again to his devilish black and golden eyes. “Wait. Are you a demon? Is… a demon in my living room?” The more you speak the least sense it makes. The thing in front of you seems to be very amused by the twinges of panic and disbelief coloring your voice and expression. “Why?”

He smirks and his wings do a fluttering thing before they curve inside his back, two massive black things even when they’re closed. “Must be your lucky day.”

You snort even through your scared haze. “Not exactly what one thinks when considering demons.”

“Ah, bad rep.” Kuroo says and he floats as if he’s sitting on a chair, his legs crossing as he supports an elbow on his thigh and his face on his hand. It’s both parts unnerving and enthralling, and you’re struck with the fact of how big he is once again. “God’s marketing team is hella good. We get the rep for everything going on now-- the crops died? Oh, the devil. Psycho kid? Demoniac. Fucked up government? Send from hell. Sex? Devilish.” He sighs, his pretty lips jutting in a pout as his beautiful face falls into a tired mask. “It’s tiresome to be the poster-boys to all things wicked.”

“Well, seems like you do the part just fine.” You hide yourself through some small sarcasm, as you grumble the remark.

“Hah.” His sharp teeth flash in the dark at the barked laugh, a gasped sound as if he truly found your remark funny. “We get used to it,” He nods your way and then shrugs, a never-leaving smirk on his lips. “And I like the style.”

“Sure,” you say, despite the clear unconvinced tone of your voice as your eyebrows shut up slowly, eating the distance from your hairline until you blink and tiptoe around your next words, “not to be rude, Mr. Demon--”

“Call me Kuroo.” He cuts you off charmingly, as one would in flirting; a playful arch in his brows as his smile spreads just that bit more over his face. You just now realize the appeasing traces of it, the sharp angle of his jaw, the high of his square cheekbones, and the elegant line of his nose; then your eyes fly over the protruding circles of his horns, and your eyes go round almost involuntarily.

“Okay…” It breaches your lips along with a puff of breath. You blink a few times before continuing, still doubting your own eyes as they thread over the massive monster in front of you. You wonder if he’d look better if he’s bent to your height, but then again that wouldn’t do much about those broad shoulders, engulfing your wall where he stands. “Not to be rude, Mr. Kuroo, but…” you steady yourself with a deep breath before continuing, your hand flying to press against your eyes before you can reopen then and see the exact same thing from before -- a demon in your house. “What the fuck you’re doing here, exactly?”

He smiles, pleased with your cussing, apparently. Then his eyes turn focused, predatory, and they’re locked on you.

“I’ve come to offer a deal, little one.”

“A deal?” You parrot, lost in the pull of those golden eyes.

“Yes,” Kuroo smirks, lips splitting unnaturally over sharp canines. He keeps floating in his position, face supported on a big, clawed, hand. “And a quite good one, too.”

“You… You’re at my home, to offer me a deal, right after the small rant on Devil’s bad marketing.” You list the things, doubt thick in your voice.

Kuroo smiles, but it looks wrong. “Yes, dear.”

“Okay,” You risk, though it comes out as a question. Kuroo seems pleased, though. “Go ahead, I guess?”

“I need something from you.”

“Oh shit, is this the soul thing?” Your eyes widened again, hands coming to stand protectively in front of you even as you doubt you could do much to fend him off if he wanted to do you harm. “I’ve seen Supernatural, I’m not selling my fucking soul okay?!”

“Chill, kitten, I don’t really mind your soul.” He’s rather nonchalant, golden eyes completing a circle along his eyeballs before they fall once again on you while Kuroo comes out from his floating position to pace calmly over to you. Then, his sharp teeth split his face wickedly in two, an alluring characteristic in the way his lips form an overconfident grin as he bends over you in your place on the couch. “It’s your body I’m interested in.”

“My… body?”

“Have you ever heard of hell portals?” His face engulfs your line of vision as his tail angles your head back to look up at him, a clawed finger gliding over your jawline at that.

“No? Should I? Who do you think I am to know about hell doors?” It happens again, your thoughts slipping through your lips at the same rate as you think them, the sarcastic tone of your mind also dripping out much as if that had been your intention all along.

He seems rather happy at that, too.You wonder if he’s prying the truth from you somehow. “Well, you’re one.”

“What?” You ask, stupidly, as his face gets further from you and he straightens back into his full height.

“A door, to hell.” Kuroo finishes, cheerfully. It looks, once again, wrong on his face, as if it's more of a threat than a joke.

The seconds pass by as falling rocks over metal, loud and rattling, a restless moment in which you keep staring at the monster --demon-- face and even as his horns stay in place and his curved wings twitch, it stills feels wholly detached from reality; an insane, out of this plane moment in which you doubt your whole being - your eyes and your ears and your brain and your skin, where the weight and warmth of his tail still surrounds your neck.

“Now I know I’m losing my mind.” You murmur to yourself as you can’t make peace between reality and, well, this reality.

“Ah, you humans are such disbelievers. I’m here in front of you, saying you’re a portal, and you still doubt your own eyes as if they’re the origin of your offense.” Kuroo mocks you, crossing his arms in front of his body and for a second your eyes linger on the blackness of his clawed hands, the weird way they’re shaped as if something is enveloping them, elongating claws on the point of his fingers with the color of a moonless night. Still, the acidic tone in his voice makes you perk up with infuriating annoyance, and it seeps from you at the same rate as it fills you.

“Well, sorry if it’s hard for me to believe I’m a fucking hell portal.” You sass him, fiery eyes closing on gold. It’s even more annoying that he smiles through your taunt. “Ten minutes ago I didn’t even believed in hell.”

“You can keep doubting if you want. Aren’t you doing so even when you see me here? All I need is passage and then you’ll be free to doubt once again,” his eyes glow brighter as he closes in on yours in a way that has you swaying in place, a vexatious air around him that’s unmistakable; but then again he is a demon, so maybe that’s just the norm. “That is… if you want.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the promise in his voice, and your own trembles when you ask, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That this can be a one-time thing -- or not.”

You blink, a bit lost.

“What’s this, exactly?” Your brain pulses in pain at the quantity of information it has to make sense and still try to understand. It’s too much and soon you’re pressing your hands on your face in frustration, “Dude, you’re not making sense.”

“It’s easy.” Kuroo says and suddenly you’re yanked up by thin air, floating in front of his fingers at his will as he twirls your body in the air as if you’re some sick kind of roulette. “Inside you, there’s a portal. I’ll activate it, and go to hell. In exchange, I’ll give you something.” As he speaks, clawed hands slowly and maliciously thread over the valley of your breasts and then down your middle, his golden eyes like a lighthouse to your wandering attention. “Something I know you desire, but you may not even know so. May not even accept yourself.” As his fingers approach the appex of your sex, you’re rounded in the air abruptly and set right on your feet in front of him, safe and sound and dizzy, feeling like prey to those eyes. “It may be this single time, or, if you accept my deal, it can be more.”

You breathe some big gulps of air before speaking in a wavering voice, “Something I wish? And you won’t tell me what that would be?”

“Essentially, you know. You just may be in… denial.” His eyes flash that golden glint once again, twirling molten pools of liquid sun on his face. Their constant, slow motion never-ending circles seeping inside your consciousness, making your mind blank, slowly flowing into a haze in which you feel lost but safe; warmth flowing from it over you as if you’re being dipped in melted honey, weighted down but comfortable, as moving against warm waves in a tropic beach.

It tips from your mouth as you’re swimming in the molten pools of gold, pulled out from your body as the warm breath from your lungs, heated and pliant. “Okay.”

The spell crashes as his grin spreads through his face, the self-satisfied smirk of a cat who got its prey. Just as you’re burning in embarrassment and ready to cancel whatever that was you just said yes to, a sudden wave of warmth spreads from your face to your feet, your hair undulating at the force it hits you, and travelling so quickly you can feel the way your toes curve while a buzz crosses them, a pleasant but foreign thrill settling in your bones. You send him a nasty glare.

“The fuck have you done to me?”

“Me? Nothing, kitten.” Kuroo tells you but everything from his expression, to his stance and the fucking satisfied smirk he sports tell you it’s a lie. Your glare turns worse. His lips are curved up in a telling manner but he concedes with a tilt of his head. “I just lowered your inhibitions, relax.”

“Why would you do that?” The questions zap from your mouth just as you think it, and in a fleeting thought you wonder if that isn’t exactly what he meant.

“I told you, I’m going to give you what you want.” Kuroo says as he stops in front of you, a sexy, powerful sway in the way he moves and towers over you that you can’t help but appreciate. “But I need you to accept your darker wishes,” It’s a murmur, raspy in his deep voice, and you breathe the words in as the indecent, luscious feeling swell inside your being and seems to find it’s home in your chest-- and drip from your sex. “And then embrace me.”

“I don’t want you.” You tell him, but it comes breathless, weak, and as Kuroo’s golden eyes pierce yours, you can feel as he pinpoints your lie.

“Then let’s change that, shall we?”

He wastes no time in maneuvering you into his arms, pulling you through thin air until his feral hands close around your middle and neck. Kuroo tilts your head back while grazing a single clawed finger over your pulse-point and up to your jawline, and then his breathing comes loud and misty against your bared skin.

“Wait--” You plead as your breath comes in long puffs and when you wet your lips before continuing, a freakishly long, wet and hot tongue comes to lick a big stripe of your skin and you yelp loudly, “-- the fuck!”

Kuroo, on the other hand, literally hums approvingly and brings his nose to glide over your skin, soft breathing as his hands pull you closer into his massive chest. You realize now, at the proximity, just how big and broad he is, somehow between terrifying and uncanningly acceptable.

His body runs hot, the temperature difference between yours quite clear when your skin feels so heated by his touch, clothes you found nice now feeling constricting the more of you that touches him.

The planes of his chest are hard and toned, lean muscle and strength as he moves you up without effort, your feet dangling way above the ground and still no hint of struggle as he supports your weight. As you get closer, those yellow irises centered in black globes seem to pry inside your mind, big and all encompassing; it makes something coil in your chest, much like panic but tame as agitation.

“Wait--” You breathe out and look down, shocked at the distance you found yourself from the ground. Something crawls from your chest as a distressed groan, “I--”

Kuroo tilts your head back and -- not without sending you a smirk -- delves down to close your lips together.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t this -- you’re swept away by the kiss, amazed at how well your mouths work together, how perfectly plush and soft his thin lips feel on yours, how pleasing the motions of his tongue are against yours, how tasteful his movements are, and before long, you’re breaking the kiss but because you need to breathe, to pull some air inside yourself to battle the haze settling in your mind.

It does nothing to aid you though.

Your body feels achingly flushed, avid, weirdly pliant and it is with mild surprise that you feel yourself drooling inside your panties. Something tells you to be indignant, to kick him, to bite and claw, but instead you’re sighing the weakest of noises, spiralling back to his expert lips, falling deeper inside the slow seduction that this demon offers.

Kuroo moves you calmly, his big, searing hot hands threading across your body and working goosebumps in it’s trail even as all he does is touch you over your clothes. Your hands, previously abandoned by the side of your body start to move up his body, spreading your small palms over his chest, and instead of pushing him off, you’re pulling him closer, opening your mouth wider, your legs hiking over his side as if you’re begging for the moment he’ll pick you up.

“Hmm, what a nice little thing you are.” Kuroo murmurs over your lips, taking in the wrecked expression you sport with just a kiss. “So honest, too.” His claws glide over your thigh, hiked on his side. It doesn’t hurt, but the feeling of something sharp sliding against your skin makes your heart rate pick up and your panties grow wetter.

“You’ll like this too, kitten, don’t worry.” His syrupy voice enchants you as he hooks a razor-sharp claw on the side of your shorts, threads up slowly and precise until the ripping sound breaks through your haze. When you look down, your hooded eyes turn wide, taking in the fact he just ripped your shorts and how easily they slide to the ground once they’re free from your hiked leg. The panties stay, but they’re not exactly much.

“Hey!” You turn to look up at him, puffed cheeks in indignation, and one of his hands yanks your head back, angling your body in a arch as his other hand glides over your thigh to your lower belly, sharp thumb swiftly climbing up your body and with such, ripping your comfy t-shirt. The feeling of something scratching along your middle and the valley of your breasts make your breathing catch up on your lungs, too afraid it will press enough to hurt if you move. You never knew a menace could be this seductive.

Still, the anticipation coils inside you, pours from between your legs as your skin feels too small to hold all the feelings cursing to you, your breasts heavy and your lips falling open in a breath that Kuroo drinks from your lips, attentive and dedicated as his tongue comes out and slides over your lips.

His eyes glint in the dark, sharp and focused.

“You know what? I think I’ll like you.”

The air feels cold on your heated skin, especially when he holds you so close. Small trembles pass through your frame as you melt inside his kiss, falling deeper inside the pleasure he offers you and Kuroo barely started. Your nipples perk up without attention and when his rough palm rolls over them, their new-found sensitivity makes it impossible for you to not let out a sound. It’s something meek and surprised, but Kuroo seems proud of it and decided to pull more out of you.

Magically, you’re yanked up, floating until your middle is at the height of his neck.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Your head is millimeters from hitting the ceiling, your hands touching it as a way to protect yourself, you throw a nasty glare down at his face just for him to make a half-circle in the air and your upper body be launched behind.

“No!” You’re laying on thin air -- your heart beating so fast your blood pulses in your head as you look over your shoulder and notices just how impossible is the situation going on, where you’re levitating a few meters from the ground.

If he stops now, would you go down crashing? Would you die from such a fall? Questions swirl in your mind enough for you to forget whats going on - the way a sharp claw swiftly cuts the side of your panties - until something wet, firm and long prods on your dripping folds.

“What--” Your first action is to hitch your neck up so you can confirm that it is what you think it is, and, granted, Kuroo is slowly prying you open, his huge tongue threading on your most sensitive parts. As he laps a long stripe down your pussy, he looks up at you in flashing gold, seeming extremely pleased.

Kuroo winks at you, depraved.

Your blood is rushing through your veins at such a haste that you feel dizzy, and your whole body is fervent as something very loud breaks through your lips as Kuroo’s tongue moves and presses on your slit, circles your clit, and moves in serpentine movements along your puffy cunt.

You didn’t realize before how the texture of his tongue was a bit rugged but now you’re suffering the full extent of its benefits as he eats you out sloppily, enough that you’re dripping down on the carpet as his monstrously long and dexterous tongue plays with your cunt as if that’s his sole mission on earth. Kuroo hums against your clit, makes your whole body tremble with it, and at some point, he manages to press his tongue flat against your clit and still reach enough that it dips softly inside your entrance, slowly and deliciously prying the inner ring of your sex open, then broader.

You can’t help the noises falling from your lips and when one of his rough, clawed hands close around your breast, the pressure inside you peaks and you’re panicking at how close you are to your first orgasm, from his tongue alone, at an impossible long and sentient… demon tongue.

But he retreats just as your mouth falls open, your throat constricted by the scream that instead becomes an indignated gasp. “Fuck--! I was--”

“Hmmm, I know.” Kuroo answers you, his hands coming to hold your thighs open as you tremble from the effort. His thumb pulls your cunt lips apart and his golden eyes glint, fierce and pleased at the same time. “Aren’t you an interesting plaything? Skyrocketing into pleasure head first when I was just getting a taste.” He licks his lips, his canines making an appearance as his ridiculous long tongue cleans his face and chin where your juices have leaked to.

His grin should be illegal. “Delicious, by the way. But I’m not ready to end this so fast.”

“End this… fast?” You ask, still having difficulty in thinking straight when you’re floating up in the air with your legs spread open in front of his face, his thumbs spreading you open as if you’re his meal and he likes to play before eating.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable.” Kuroo muses out loud and before you can blink you’re falling, screaming in your surprise until you bounce on the comfortable cushion of your bed. The air is knocked out of you in a oof, but Kuroo just looks down at you happily, his smile still looking mischievous as if that’s his whole personality trait.

You know what, maybe it is.

“Warn a girl.” You tell him, and he winks your way, just as he pulls your naked body to the edge of the bed.

“Consider yourself warned: i’m about to eat you up.”

His massive hands engulf you and arch your body into his eager mouth, where his tongue lavish at your sex in a way that has you feeling as if they everywhere and at the same time. The muscle is thick and long, firm as it presses from your entrance to your clit, as it rounds your sensitive spot and slithers down through your pussy lips, slurping it with his lips as his wicked tongue never stops its prodding.

One of his hands circles your body, closes around your breast and tweeks your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, painfully, deliciously, something obscene curling inside you at the way the feelings mix, the pain and the bliss and it doesn’t help that Kuroo moves his mouth to the sensitive and fragile skin of your inner thighs and build a whole trail of bite marks and throbbing hickeys.

Something firm, large and hot slither up your body, circling a breast but finding it’s home at a circle around your neck -- his tail -- and the more vocal you become, the more it seems to close around your throat, your heart beating on your fingertips as they claw at anything of Kuroo’s you can reach, hazy and breathless at the way he discloses your wicked desires so plainly, the way his every move seems to discover layer after thick layer of temptations that you have hidden so deep with partners before.

“Such a pretty little thing you are,” Kuroo coos to you when he presses a thick finger past the tight ring of your cunt. “So honest and eager,” It moves, prods, another one joins and soon they’re scissoring against your walls, opening your tender flesh so he can sink himself in further.

The mere thought has you moaning out loud -- unbelievable and yet, you feel how your arousal drips from your cunt to your thighs.

“Ahhhh~” Kuroo exhales as his tongue laps a long stripe of your juices. “So pure.” He says against your pussy lips, kissing them and then letting his long tongue slide further until it prods between the cheeks of your ass, immediately falling into circular motions on the furl of muscle. You yelp but midway it becomes an embarrassing moan. “This just makes me wanna ruin you more.”

It’s too much -- he has to know it’s too much, and as Kuroo curves his fingers just right inside your sloppy cunt and his tongue breaches just the tiniest bit the resistance of your ass, your eyes are falling open in huge plates, a long moan of his name on your tongue as you’re so close to cumming you can practically taste the high already.

“No, not now.” Kuroo chastises you as he retreats his tongue and fingers from you, the arch of your body ready to snap curling in a tremble of a denied release.

“Too soon, kitten. I want to savor this.” His tone comes out between pleased and patronizing, and it makes your cunt clench, empty.

You heave, unfocused eyes blinking the wicked golden away. “What--” A deep breath. “What do you want from me?”

“Wrong question, kitten.” Kuroo tells you just as his massive frame bends over you, the wicked eyes seducing you in once again -- not that they ever stopped. “Now that I got a taste,” He murmurs practically against your lips, and you lick where his breath hits, captivated, “I want all of you.”

He lets you fall on the bed once again and maneuvers your body without difficulty until your ass is high in the air and your thighs are spread, his tail lighter around your throat, fondly slithering on your jaw. His knee presses on the mattress until it squeaks and his hands massage from your thighs to your ass, prying it open and kneading it with hard, powerful hands.

“Beautiful.” He praises you and you swear your pussy throbs and flutters hard enough to make a gushing noise. By the way Kuroo snickers, it may be true.

His tongue is the first thing you feel right after his laboured breathing on your cunt. It pries you open, thick muscle sliding inside you, big and wet and dexterous and you’re moaning against the mattress in seconds.

Kuroo seems pleased even though all he does is hum, his large hands press on your back and the other opens your cheeks wide for his assault. Something hot prods your asshole, and you’re surprised at how careful his fingers can be while maneuvering the wetness left by his tongue there. They move slowly but surely as he presses and retreats, opening you from two fronts and still seemingly not enough.

He decides to change, his tongue coming out of your sex and then sliding to your ass as his thumbs open your lips for him to watch as he dips two big fingers inside your cunt. The stretch, the massive pleasure of being assaulted by both ends make you clench and cream around his digits, once again climbing up the familiar euphoric road.

This time, however, Kuroo stops you differently.

His hard, heavy hand falls on your ass cheeks forcefully in what must be his intention of being light. You yelp loudly and groan, somehow caught between winding down and flying right over the edge.

“Oh, hoho~” Sounds from his voice and he descends his hand once again on your ass, heavy and startling. It sounds so loud and so lewd in the empty room, your whole being burns in place, trembling from the effort of holding yourself in all fours and the pure elation growing inside you, spreading from your fingertips to the depraved center of your being.

As the sting settles in your senses, it winds down your orgasm but makes a renewed wave drip from your cunt and down your thigh. You’re surprised at how it excites you, the pain, but fuck it still stings. His hand falls on your ass a couple more times but then his hot palms knead the stinging flesh, an exquisite feeling spreading over you as it throbs and burns and you melt.

“Ugh! Fuck!” You groan, biting the mattress, unable to tell him to stop and too embarrassed to tell him to keep going.

“You really are a nice plaything, aren’t you?” Kuroo asks but it seems as if it's more for himself, his digits collecting your wetness as he dips once again inside your cunt, spreading his fingers apart and sliding a third inside just as his thumb circles your clit lightly and you howl, sensitive and wanton, too eager into tasting bliss.

This time, at least you’re half-conscious he’s not letting you cum. Kuroo stops, leaving you clenching for something, anything and gives you nothing. His immoral smirk seems to sound in the air, much as the way his tail leaves your throat to circle your hair and yank you back, stuffing your open mouth with the fingers that were just inside you. You lap obediently at them and he groans in your ear, teeth nibbling at your skin. It’s almost as if he’s tempted.

“We’re almost ready, kitten.” He tells you with a hoarse voice, all sin and flames, “Hold on.”

“Ready?” You question poorly with a mouth stuffed of fingers, but he understands and nods your way, his tongue licking the spit that starts dripping from the corner of your mouth at how broad his fingers open it.

You don’t see if Kuroo undress or if he just magically gets naked behind you, the startling thing being the incredible feeling of his hot skin on yours, the dazzling feeling of his hard planes of muscle on your back, the sublime sight of his skin marked by faint scars; When you feel the scalding, throbbing thick member at the side of your thigh, however, you have to look back.

“Oh my God,” You murmur at the sight of his cock. It’s proportional to his form, but that just means it’s ridiculously big, a veiny, swollen thing that seems looming as it stands close to you, and it clicks in your slow mind just what he meant by almost ready.

“Nope, I’m on the other team here.” Kuroo grins at you as he turns you with your back on the bed, spreads you on the cushion until your thighs hurt from the effort. His tail sways behind him as if to paint a scene, and you realize his wings are nowhere to be seen now, “Though I do think it’s some kind of poetic justice to have you screaming and blaspheming jesus while I fuck you silly.”

The higher part of your cheekbones alights with flames at the implication and you gasp back the words you planned on speaking when Kuroo’s hand pivots your lower back up to his mouth and closes his efforts on your neglected clit as his freak thick tongue enters you in one go.

You cannot explain the sensation of such a soft muscle invading your walls, or the way in which it seems to focus so expertly on your weak spots, but you’re too wound up not to fall head first into rapture.

When he stops this time, you actually curse him, in the most wrecked sound that has ever left your lips.

“Ughhhhhhh--Fuck you!”

The bastard laughs, debauched, then deposits a kiss over your pussy as his golden eyes fix on you. “Now you’re ready.”

Kuroo adjusts until you’re both at the bed, pulling you up on his powerful thighs until his cock bounces over your navel and reaches way too high for you to actually be calm. But then he retreats his hips, bent over you so his lips can steal the air from your lungs just as his large hand palms at your breasts and his tail slither by your side.

“Try not to cum too fast, kitten.”

“Easier said than done,” you grumble back against his lips and let yourself fall into the ruthless ecstasy of being spread open on his cock. His lips thread on the side of your jaw, under your neck, biting and sucking on your skin as his hands divide themselves between holding you up and pawing at every bit of you they can reach.

Everything feels so good, as if he knows your inner thoughts by hint alone -- your toes curl at each newfound area that receives his onslaught, you’re contorting at how good his mouth feels on your pulsepoint as he slowly starts to sink his cock inside you. It’s a weird feeling, to feel so full and yet still so eager, but you’re welcoming him at each torturous inch he manages to squeeze inside your tight walls. Your body trembles from the effort, Kuroo’s tongue slides from your neck to your nipple as his hand climbs up and settles around your throat, his fingers enveloping your neck.

Your heart picks up enough that you feel it beating on your ears as you search for his eyes and finally you’re pinned in place under the sharp gold and their twisted intent.

“Scream for god if you want me to stop.” Is the warning he gives you before his fingers start constricting around your neck, your airways blocked as your chest starts to heave. And in between the small twinge of anxiousness and alarm, you realize just how much that entices you, how much it makes you burn and crave. Somehow you feel corrupted, falling into desires that threaten to peel you apart and leave you exposed.

Kuroo’s cock keeps slowly stretching your insides and his tongue twirls your nipple, your lungs burning for air and your eyes rolling inside your skull as you skyrocket into blissful free-fall.

“Oh, hell yes.” You listen but don’t register as your body seems to be crushed under the massive pressure of your climax, burning and bright, sound ringing in your head that you come to find out it’s from your hoarse moan, your breathing laboured as Kuroo allows you to suck in air during your peak.

It dawns on you as you’re coming back to your body that theres a twinge of soft pain indicating Kuroo has bottomed out, his muscular thighs pressing flush against yours, the feeling incredible but fuck so much right now.

As Kuroo nestles himself entirely inside of you, you feel as if your focus shifts, the task to not concentrate all of your attention on the massive hot cock spliting you in two is difficult. Your body feels tight, and not just from your fluttering walls that are constricting around him.

Kuroo sends you a big smile above your head, twinkling eyes in the dark. “Now, hold on.”

You do your best to do so, your arms latching onto him with all the strength you can muster as his hips retreat and then slam back inside you. You’re jolted at each push and pull, the sensual motions so depraved as the noises echo in the room, and you’re dragged into the ferocious pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you, and despite the fact you’ve cum just few moments before, as his tail slides between your bodies and circles and pats at your clit, you’re screaming and, quite unbelievably, cumming again.

“Now we’re very ready.” Kuroo says in a grunt above you, shameless grin as his eyes do their golden thing once again. He lets you stop trembling, peppering small kisses along your collarbone until you’re breathing normally again, but something tells you you’re just being fooled.

“What?” You tiredly question, the feeling of dread confirming your suspicion.

“We have the whole night ahead of us, little one.” Kuroo nudges at the side of your face, bites softly at the junction of your jaw. “Or we could have more. All you need to do is say yes and i’ll mark you nice and easy here--” His teeth softly nibble on your pulsepoint, “and you’ll be mine.”

“Oh, god.”

“Haha, wrong again.” His eyes pierce yours, swirling gold as molten honey dripping over your body and weighting your mind down. “Go ahead, tell me what you want.”

It tips out, softly and raw, and you have to close your eyes to hide your emotion. “To belong.”

“Oh, my little thing.” Kuroo softly murmurs on your ear, “Belong to me, then.”

You’re swaying despite lying down, something big and heavy coiling inside your chest as you blink, “I don’t want to belong to someone who isn’t mine.”

It’s a big truth to leave out -- the need for companionship, but a mutual one, a lasting one, a trusting one. You don’t want to be alone, but you also don’t want to have someone who doesn’t belong to you, too.

Kuroo just smiles, golden eyes on yours, melting you from the fierceness alone. “Exactly,” he speaks against your lips, the taste of his breath on your tongue and you eagerly gulp it down, wickedly licking at his lips. “But i’ll be yours, too.”

In your hazed state, that’s all you need to hear, so you just shyly nod -- and Kuroo growls, angles your head to the side, and sears a marking bite on your neck -- deep, and painful. You mewl, body arching into his touch, and his tongue laps at the fresh wound, making it nice and numb.

“Now, let’s go to the main course.” Kuroo gives you no rest, retreating his hips and slamming back inside. “Don’t forget to breathe!” He teases between your moans.

Once the fucking starts, it’s a frantic mess, and it goes on forever until the mere feeling of Kuroo’s cock leaving your heat is enough to make you whimper at the loss. The feeling of him inside your walls, a thing that mingles with your being, seares your memory until you cannot remember the feeling of not being split open on his thick cock. As you melt away from the overstimulation of having no rest while Kuroo contently and incessantly keeps pistoning inside you, your painful pleasure mixes until you’re climbing into something that feels weirdly uncanny, your mind -- or is it your body? -- twirls inside itself as if there’s something more than just sweet release ready to burst out.

Kuroo has made you both teeter on the edge of pleasure and fall into it so many times you can’t differentiate the feelings that come now, this sensation of something being pulled out of you like the many orgasms he caused.

“Hmmm… Yes, my time is coming.” Kuroo groans, his hips movements turning sloppy, apparently displeased with his fucking being cut short while you very much suck a thankful breath at being able to rest. Kuroo’s teeth descend on your neck once again, his hot tongue over the pulsating mark of his bite and you feel him shudder and groan your name as he finally - finally - peaks, the feeling of hot spurts spreading inside you.

As he cums, Kuroo brings a finger to rub over your abused clit softly and between your oversensitivity and the fact he angles his fat cockhead to softly pound over your sweet spot as he sails his own climax, there’s very little you can do but be ripped apart in bliss, once again, by him. This time is weird. Even as pleasure keeps swirling inside you and building up with the eerie sensation, you can do very little but hold on and wait until the waves crash and pass and you can blissfully surrender into the darkness of exhaustion.

However, the freakish sensation twirling inside yourself builds and builds until you’re light-headed from the feeling and you just then realize how you’re shining, and how Kuroo has disappeared.

You don’t even have it in yourself to panic. Your body feels heavy and used, spent in the best way possible, but still completely unused to such a frantic session as every muscle in your being throbs, and your eyelids weigh the world as they fall closed and you’re engulfed by darkness.

[bonus scene]

When you wake up in the morning, you are engulfed in a nice blanket, dressed in some mismatched set of pajamas, feeling as if you just had the best sleep of your life - and a weird vivid dream to go with it. You’re blinking up to your ceiling, stretching on your bed and satisfied with how the knots break in small noises as you sit up, when you feel just how sore you are, how your body is heavy despite satisfied, how your thighs burn and your sex throbs.

Everything crashes up on your mind way too fast, and you’re suddenly torn between passing out and bolting up, but as you try to get up your body falters and a big, hard, hot hand plants itself over your middle and pulls you right back at the bed.

Of course, you scream.

“Shh, kitten, there’s people trying to sleep here, y’know?”

“What--How--What are you doing here?” You shriek, looking at what is definitely the demon you thought you dreamed, but in a way more humanized version if the absence of his horns, claws and massive wings are anything to go by. The golden eyes are sharp as ever, but no black background to them, and you can infer by that much that his sinful tail probably isn't around too.

The grin he sends your way gives you war flashbacks that make your skin prickle with goosebumps.

“Well, yesterday was quite nice.” He tells you and you can feel your whole face burn from his tone alone. “So I decided that hell can wait a bit more while I have more fun with you.” His eyes flash with a weird energy, and Kuroo brings his fingers to glide over his bite mark at your neck. The throbbing mark you had forgotten about until now. “After all, you’re mine now.”

“Oh, fuck.”

You’re doomed.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader smut #kuroo smut #tw monsterfucking #haikyuu smut

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Until Tomorrow

Isaac Lahey / Female Reader (she/her pronouns used)

Summary: Your best friend, Lydia, has been taken by the nogitsune. You’re determined to get her back- with the help of your crush, Isaac, and your best friends.

Includes: EXTREME ANGST, descriptions of injury, fluff, cussing (once, i think)

Words: 8.6k (!!!!!)

A/N: This is for a request I got from anon! I didn’t want to reply to it and give any spoilers, but this one if for you! I also might’ve changed a few things so the plot could run smoother. (Also, 8k words! I wrote this in one day; I absolutely loved this concept! Also- I will spellcheck in the morning, I haven’t moved from my computer and am exhausted.) Please check out my prompt list! You can request as many prompts as you’d like! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed, thanks for stopping by :)

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Isaac’s eyes flashed yellow, shaking his head at Deaton.

“You’re next.” Deaton said, standing next to the running shower.

“W-wait. Just- wait, alright?” Isaac said, putting his hand up to stop. Deaton grabbed him, pulling him over to stand next to the shower. Isaac begrudgingly followed him, crouching down slightly so Deaton could get the nogitsune flies. His face twisted in disgust, and Deaton had to force open his mouth to grab it out.

I cringed from my spot next to the bench, my heart hammering in my chest with anxiety.

Isaac braced a hand on the wall, gagging as Deaton tried to get the fly out of his mouth.

“Don’t fight it.” Deaton repeated, Isaac’s arms flailing around him trying to yank Deaton’s hand out of his mouth. My eyebrows pulled together in concern, my balance switching between my feet. I watched them carefully, making sure Deaton wasn’t hurting him. I had to remind myself that he needed to do this, that it would help Isaac feel better in the end. It took everything in me not to run over there and tear Deaton’s hand out of Isaac’s mouth.

“Got it,” Deaton said, pulling the fly out and throwing it into the shower drain. Isaac braced both of his hands on the shower wall, panting for a second. I watched the fly fall down the drain, horrified. The black blood on the floor followed it. My eyes flew back up to Isaac, seeing if he was okay. Our eyes met when he lifted his head up, moving to take long and weary strides towards me. His hands held his stomach as he looked at me in discomfort. My face mirrored his as my eyes followed him. He went to the wall behind me, bracing himself once again as he spit out the blood in his mouth on the floor. I looked at Deaton as I rubbed a hand up and down his back soothingly.

“Are they okay now?” I asked, looking back at Isaac. He rubbed his mouth on his shirt, panting, but okay now.

“I hope so. The part that's worrisome is that this was most likely just a distraction for what was happening to Stiles.”

I could see Isaac looking at me from the corner of my eye as I thought out loud.

“But how did one of them just take Lydia?” I asked, looking at the ceiling. I felt so insanely worried. So devastated. All of my best friends were separated, trying not to die from the horrors that the Nogitsune was throwing at us left and right. Stiles had been possessed by it, creating two of him. One evil, one good. Flies had gotten into Derek, the twins and Isaac, controlling them to make them try to kill us. Now the nogitsune who was inhabiting a clone of Stiles had taken Lydia, my best friend since childhood, hostage. So it’s safe to say I’m pretty stressed right now.

“We turned around and they were gone. So was her car.” Deaton said, shrugging and shaking his head. He was just as lost as we were, which was even more alarming. He usually knew what to do in these situations. I was just grateful he was here to save Isaac.

“So no one notices him just kidnapping her right out of the house?” Ethan asked sarcastically. He was angry, just like the rest of us. Angry that the nogitsune was able to take Lydia so easily.

“Most of us were concentrated on the bizarre sight of a creature, materializing from out of the floor.” Deaton said obviously, gesturing with his hands. Ethan lowered his head in defeat.

“Hold on, how are you so sure which Stiles is which?” Isaac asked.

“That’s what they’re trying to figure out now.” Deaton said, looking around at all of us.

The room fell into a heavy silence, thinking of what they could possibly be doing to Stiles. My heart broke for him, for what he’s been going through. Stiles was one of my best friends, and I would take his place in an instant.

My mind wandered to Lydia. On where she could be, how scared she probably is. My friends and I have been through and seen a lot of messed up things together, but each time it seems to get worse and worse.

I was snapped out of my trance when Isaac’s hand started to rub my back. My eyes went to his, seeing a sympathetic look on his face. He knew what I was thinking about, who I was thinking about. That’s the only place my mind has been recently. I gave him a sad smile.

Scott, Melissa, and Allison were helping Stiles. I had to help Lydia.

“I have to find Lydia. Anything she left. Traces, clues, anything to help me find her.” I said, looking at Deaton. He nodded, and Isaac intertwined his hand with mine. I turned to look at him.

“I’ll go with you.” He said softly. I nodded at him, thanking Deaton for his help before we left.

Isaac pulled apart the lock on the gate, letting it fall to the ground. He opened it, taking a step back and looking at me. I went in, looking at the blue car in front of me.

“This is it. This is Lydia’s car.” I told him, walking towards it.

“The scent is strong with emotion.” Isaac said, analyzing the car.

“Fear?” I asked, walking around to the driver’s side.

Anger.” Isaac said, looking at the back window.

“Sounds like Lydia. Let’s see what else we can find.” I said, looking all over the side of the car. Isaac dropped down to the floor, checking underneath. It was quiet for a second before my mind wandered to a couple nights before. Isaac and I had slept together for the first time. I hadn’t thought of it until now, but now my stomach fluttered with emotion as it all came back to me. I needed to know something from Isaac, now that the nogitsune fly was gone, before I let myself think too much into it.

“Uh, just- just out of curiosity, do you remember the other night?” I asked, raising my voice over the wind. I shut my eyes in embarrassment and preparation, scared of the answer.

“You mean the night before last night?” He asked, still on the ground, checking the car.

“That night before… you weren’t you.” I said, shaking my head. My heart was beating almost out of my chest when he rose from the ground, looking at me with unreadable emotion. He stared at me for a second in silence, his eyes squinting from the sun.

“Yeah. I remember.” He said, looking at the ground before he looked at me again. I got into the car, my mind racing with a thousand questions. He followed me, getting into the passenger's seat. I took a deep breath, staring at my hands in my lap.

“So that night, were you you or were you not you?” I asked, squirming in my seat. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, switching between my hands and the steering wheel.

“You mean, the night when we were us?” He asked, looking up at me.

“Yeah,” I nodded, looking at him. “I just wanna know if… if it was actually you… with me.” I finished, looking back at the steering wheel. He turned his head to me, not responding right away. I finally looked at him, swallowing nervously as I waited for his answer.

“Did- did you want it to be someone else?” He asked, his face serious and confused.

“No. No.” I said, laughing nervously. “Of course not.” I shook my head, blushing.

“Good.” He said, looking at his hands and then back to look at me. “Because it was me.”

I nodded, wanting to run laps from the amount of adrenaline running through my body. I was still so nervous, wanting to ask so many more questions.

“And... I do remember it.” He continued, “I really remember it.”

I looked over at him, not hiding the smile that broke out on my face. He smiled back at me, looking between my lips and eyes. My heart was jumping with relief, my face heating with happiness. I looked back at my lap, trying to contain my smile by biting my lip. I looked out the window, not wanting him to see the blush crawling up my face.

My brows furrowed as I looked closer at the window. It was smudged. Not an accidental smudge, but a deliberate someone-smudged-something-on-the-window type of mark. My mind went to when Lydia and I would write on each other's cars, to give eachother secret messages or mess with the other person. It was a tradition we’d been doing since we were kids. I wrote on Lydia’s mom's car, Lydia wrote on Chris’- who was my uncle. Allison and I would sneak over to Lydia’s house all the time, laughing about whatever it is we smudged on her car that day. We’d always get in trouble for it, but that made it all the more fun.

I breathed on the window, fogging it up.

‘DON’T FIND ME’ was written on the window.

My heart stopped in my chest and my brows furrowed as I turned to look at Isaac. He read it, his eyes meeting mine with equal concern.

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I screwed a new sight on my crossbow, messing with the connectors and trying to secure it on. Allison was behind me, rummaging through the cupboards and looking for a sling to attach to her own. I had burst in here earlier, mumbling a “hi” before getting straight to work. I didn’t feel like talking much, I just wanted my hands doing something.

I was looking closely at the inside of the scope when I heard Chris’ voice.

“I had a feeling you both might be down here.” He said, entering the room. Allison huffed and sat down in a chair, smiling at her dad. I glanced up at him, smiling before looking back at my crossbow as I replied.

“I needed to do something. I hate waiting.” I picked up the screwdriver, “Feeling useless.” I finished, sighing.

“Where’s Isaac?” He asked me, moving to my side.

“He’s trying to help Scott.” I said, raising my eyebrows as I began screwing in the scope.

“Trying to be useful?” Chris asked sarcastically. I gave him a small smile, nodding. I could hear Allison let out a short laugh before shuffling through the cupboards again, Chris watching me work on the crossbow. I let out a huff of irritation. I was overloaded with worry, and I could feel myself being short and cold with him. I felt bad, but I couldn’t control the amount of frustration I had.

The screwdriver wouldn’t fit into the scope’s own defined screw, which led to me aggressively trying to maneuver it. I was almost scratching the sight with the amount of force I was using. The more I pushed on it the more it would move, the screwdriver going everywhere but where I needed it to.

Chris’ raised his hand to rest on top of mine, stopping the movements. I shut my eyes in frustration and let out a deep breath, trying to get myself together.

“Leave it for now, hmm?” He asked, letting go of my hand and walking behind me. I put my hands on the table, blankly looking at the crossbow.

“I have something else you can do. Something you can both do.” Chris said from behind me. I turned in the stool, looking at him as he kneeled to the ground in front of a cabinet. Allison came to stand next to me, both of us watching him as he opened a safe under a table. He picked up a black container, bringing it to the table and setting it between Allison and I. He opened it, my eyes widening in awe.

There were six silver bars resting on black foam, imprinted with a logo. Chris picked one of them up, looking between Allison and I.

“It’s time for your graduation.”

Allison and I looked at each other and smiled.

Chris put the silver he melted into a bucket, placing it between Allison and I for our arrowhead molds. Chris kissed Allison’s forehead as she began making them, then mine, before turning to leave.

“Wait, Chris. Allison, you too.” I said, making him stop in his tracks and come back over to me expectantly. Allison looked up at me as well.

“If something happens…” I started, thinking of the inevitable fight that was supposed to happen tonight. Frustrations aside, I had to get this out before tonight.

“Hey, hey. You don’t need to worry about me.” He said, interrupting me.

“Or me.” Allison said, shaking her head.

“Well, I- I didn’t get to say anything to my dad.” I said, looking up from my hands to glance between them. Their expressions changed to sorrow, Chris remembering his brother and Allison her uncle. Allison placed her hand over my own that was resting on the table, Chris’ going to my shoulder.

“You didn’t need to say anything.” Chris assured, looking at me with love and grief.

“And we’re both going to be around for a long time. I promise.” Allison added, smiling comfortingly at me.

“Well, then take it as a reminder.” I said sternly. I waited a second, not wanting to cry. There was no need to cry, they promised they would be around for a long time. Still, I didn’t want to regret this. There was always a chance.

“Maybe you guys don’t need to hear it, but I- I need to know that I said it.” I said, switching my gaze between their eyes’.

Their eyebrows furrowed in sadness as they listened.

“I love you both. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us.” I said, holding both of their hands as I looked in their eyes. They came in for a group hug, Chris placing a kiss on my head as Allison wrapped her arms around us.

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I opened Scott’s bedroom door, Isaac following behind me.

Allison had told me she would make the molds for us, and that I should be with Isaac, Stiles, and Scott trying to find Lydia. I thanked her profusely, some of my nerves calming down. As soon as I pulled up to Scott’s house, they did too with a girl in a grey sweatshirt- who looked really scared. Isaac came over to explain things to me while they took her inside.

“Lydia? You mean the red-haired girl?” The girl- whose name I learned was Meredith- said. She was sitting on the bed, Stiles in front of her. Stiles was fine now, after the experiment Mrs. Yukimura performed on him. He was back to his normal self, which made me happy. Isaac and I walked on either side of him. Stiles nodded profusely at her.

“Yes! Yes! Good. Progress.” He said, looking up at Isaac and I. We smiled encouragingly at him as he continued. “Now, all you gotta do is tell us where she is.” He said, licking his lips and waving his hands expectantly.

“Okay,” Meredith said, looking between us all, “If she tells me.” We all froze in place, Stiles staring at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

“If she tells you?” Isaac asked, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “Can you ask her?”

“I already did.” Meredith said, smiling at us confidently.

“Perfect. Perfect. What did she say?” Stiles asked, concentrating on Meredith. We all held our breath with anticipation.

“She said... she doesn’t want to be found.” Meredith finished.

My mouth dropped, my eyebrows furrowing in shock. I looked over at Isaac with confusion, who was already looking at me just the same. Stiles looked up at the wall behind Meredith, his hands fidgeting together.

“That’s good too.” He said, his eyebrows shooting up in irritation.

“Okay.” I sighed, walking over to Scott’s bathroom. We needed a plan. Isaac and Stiles followed me in, beginning a conversation. I was too busy thinking of something to do while they talked until I heard the end of something Isaac said.

“-I’m just saying-”

“Isaac we are not going to torture her.” Stiles whispered, one arm crossed against his chest while the other came off of his forehead for emphasis.

“I meant scare her.” He frantically whispered.

“Hey, we’re not going to psychologically torture her either.” Stiles said sternly.

“Fine.” Isaac said, rolling his eyes. I spoke up after they finished their bickering.

“How about this- you said she hears things, right?” I whispered to them, both boys looking at me. Stiles nodded, listening to me closely.

“Doesn’t that mean she’s like Lydia?”

“A Banshee?” Isaac asked, looking at me as I nodded, then to Stiles. Stiles looked at the ground in thought for a moment before we all turned our heads to look at her. Stiles looked back at us in thought. I nodded, picking up on what he was trying to say. At my affirmation, we all moved back into the room. Stiles went to crouch in front of her on his knees, Isaac leaning over with his hands on his knees. I stood with my arms crossed, focusing on her to see if this would work. I was silently praying it would. I’ve never gone this long without Lydia, we were always together. Every second that passed put a strain on my heart.

“Okay, just try to focus on the sounds around you.” Stiles said, motioning with his hands. Meredith stared at him intently as he continued. “On what you’re hearing. Just focus on the silence.” Meredith nodded, a determined look on her face.

“Listen to the silence.” Isaac said, nodding at her. I smiled at how serious he looked, how focused he was in helping. It made my stomach flutter with how much he also wanted to find Lydia, how much he knew she meant to me.

“Focusing on the silence-” Stiles said, nodding.

“Listening. To the-” Isaac interrupted, glaring at Stiles before looking back at Meredith.

“Okay, will you just let me handle this, Isaac. Please? I just… I have more experience with banshees.” Stiles said sarcastically.

“Yeah. And mental patients.” Isaac shot back. I let out a laugh, immediately covering my mouth. Stiles heard me, shooting me a glare before turning around to scowl at Isaac again.

“Isn’t anyone going to get that?” Meredith asked, looking at Stiles. We all looked at her with confusion.

“Get what?” I asked, looking at the boys. We all shared a look.

“The phone.” She said, nodding as if it was obvious.

“What phone?” Stiles asked.

“The phone.” Isaac and I said at the same time, pointing at the phone in his pocket. Meredith pointed as well. Stiles looked up at me in question, and I shot him a ‘go along with it’ look. He snapped into character.

“Oh, the phone. My phone? Yes. Of course.” He said, pulling out his phone. He looked at Isaac and I. Isaac nodded, chuckling nervously and staying in character. I was holding in my laughter, which almost made Isaac break out in laughter too. I turned around for a second before I put on a serious face again.

“Hello.” Stiles said, holding his phone to his ear. “Yes, she is- she is actually. She’s sitting right here. It’s for you.” He told Meredith, pointing at her and giving the phone over. She took it, holding it up to her ear. We all waited expectantly, holding out breath as she sat there, concentrated. After a couple of seconds of silence she took it away from her ear, ‘hanging up’ before giving it back to Stiles.

“They say Coup de foudre.” She said matter-of-factly. I looked between Stiles and Isaac, who were looking at me as well. We all started speaking at the same time.

“Coup, coup-”

“Coup de what?”

“What is that, Spanish?” Stiles asked. Isaac and I shook our heads, at a loss for words.

“French.” A voice came from behind us. We turned around, seeing Scott in the doorway. “It’s french.”

---

“Yeah? What happened?” Allison’s voice came through the phone.

“We know where Lydia is.” I told her straight away. I told her the location, Allison hanging up and leaving immediately. I called Chris to let him know as well. When he answered, I spoke before he could get a word in.

“We found her. We found her, Chris. We found Lydia. We’re on our way.” I rushed out, high off the adrenaline of being so close.

“Hold on, hold on. You have to wait.” He said seriously. I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me.

“I… I can’t, Chris.” I said. I looked down at my lap, a wave of sadness rushing over me. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt bad for not listening to him. Isaac was watching me, entwining my hand with his. I shot him a quick half smile.

“Hey, wait for me.” Chris said, demanding.

“There’s no time.” I argued, “It’s already night. There’s no time, Chris.”

“Wait! Wait for me,” He raised his voice, not leaving any room for debate. I hung up on him, not wanting him to convince me to wait any longer. I couldn’t. Now was the time.

It was silent in Stiles’ jeep after I hung up. Isaac was looking ahead, Scott deep in thought. Stiles glanced at Scott before speaking.

“Hey, you okay?”

Yeah.” Scott snapped out of it, trying to sound genuine, “Yeah. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Alright, I’m gonna say it.” Isaac spoke up from next to me. I looked up at him, startled to hear his voice. “You look like you’re dying.”

Scott and I both stared at him, shocked at what he was saying. I lightly hit him on the shoulder, but he continued.

“You’re pale, thin, and you look like you’re getting worse.” He turned to look at me, “And we’re all sitting here thinking it.” I looked down, knowing his was right. Stiles' eyebags had gotten worse within just a few hours, and he looked like he was caving into himself.

“When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he’s getting better?” I thought out loud, looking between everyone. Scott looked down at his lap as he spoke.

“What happens if he gets hurt?” He asked Stiles, referencing the nogitsune that was inhabiting a clone of him currently.

“You mean if he dies, do I die? I don’t care. So long as no one else dies because of me.” He said, glancing at all of us. None of us met his eyes.

“I remember everything I did.” Stiles continued, “I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember twisting it.”

“It wasn’t you.” Scott cut in, looking over at Stiles.

“Yeah, but I remember it. You guys have to promise me.” He said, looking back at Isaac and I before looking back at the road. “You can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me.” We all nodded silently to each other.

It was getting dark outside, and we were getting closer to Oak Creek, where Lydia was. I swallowed nervously, trying to find the confidence to speak up again.

“Hey, guys I, uh- I said something to my dad and Allison, so I- I wanted to say the same to you all.” I said, looking up as I finished. Stiles looked in the rearview mirror at me, Stiles turning in his seat to look at me and Isaac meeting my eyes as well. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I took a breath to calm down before I spoke.

“You guys are my family. After I lost my dad, and moved in with Allison, you were all there for me. We’ve been through so much together, and- and if one of you guys get hurt, I need to know that I said this. I love you all. You mean the world to me, and I am so proud of how much we’ve grown together.” I finished. Isaac squeezed my hand, bringing me into his chest in a hug. Stiles reached back to put a hand on my knee comfortingly, Scott doing the same. The guys hesitantly said ‘I love you’s’ as well. I laughed at how awkward they were being, which resulted in everyone breaking out into laughter.

I remember when I had first started to learn about Chris’ family all being hunters, about my dad having been a hunter. I was shocked, but interested. I wanted to be like my dad, who was my hero. Allison and I trained together, deciding that a crossbow was our favorite weapon of choice. We grew together, in our skills and in life. All that time, however, I never knew what I would be hunting. Animals, maybe. Until my best friend, Scott, told me he was a werewolf. Everything changed when that happened. When I was introduced to the world of the supernatural. Since then we’ve all fought werewolves, chanimas, and even a darach together. So what trouble was adding a nogitsune to the list?

We loved each other, and we’d be okay.

---

We pulled up to Oak Creek, all of us getting out of Stiles’ jeep. Allison was already there, waiting for us at the gate. We all walked over, forming a circle. We slowly looked around, before we all looked at Scott, waiting. For what, we weren’t sure. Until he started speaking.

“We’ve done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember?” We all nodded, remembering the werecoyote we banded together to save.

“That was a total stranger. This is Lydia.” He said. I looked to the ground, nodding and getting more and more ready to go fight. He was right. This wasn’t us saving just anyone who was in trouble. We all knew her. We all loved her. We would do anything to protect her.

I would do anything to get her back.

“I’m here to save my best friend.” I said to the group.

“I came to save mine.” Scott said, looking at Stiles.

“I came here for my girlfriend.” Isaac said. I looked up at him, to see him looking at me. I blushed and smiled at him, moving closer to him. He wrapped his arm around me. Butterflies appeared in my stomach at the mention of me being his girlfriend. We had a lot to talk about, and a lot to clear up, but at this moment I was perfectly content with being his girlfriend.

We all sat in the company of one another for another minute before nodding at each other, turning to walk through the gates.

Allison, Isaac, Kira and I stayed in the yard of the place while Scott and Stiles ran to find Lydia. I argued to go with them, but they insisted that I should help the group, should Kira’s mom try to stop them before they get her out. Once Scott explained that to me, I agreed to stay out here with everyone else.

Scott and Stiles ran into the building, the rest of us walking up to Kira’s mom.

“Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you.”

I took an arrow from the quiver strapped across my back, loading my bow with it and pointing it straight at her heart.

“I can’t. When I looked at the game I realized who I was actually playing. You.”

“Game?” I whispered, lowering my bow and looking around at them confused. Isaac was silently laughing to himself, trying to hide it. Kira and Allison turned and looked at me angrily for ruining the moment. Even Noshiko, Kira’s mom, was looking at me.

“Sorry,” I muttered, raising my bow again as everyone moved on. I looked at the demons on either side of Noshiko, covered head to toe in black leather armor. The demon faces they all wore were terrifying, but I didn’t let it show. Even if my heart was in my stomach from fear.

“Call them off.” I said, raising my chin as I kept the arrow pointed at her.

“You think you could save him? Your friend is gone.” She said, looking at all of us.

I swallowed, blinking a couple of times and raising my bow slightly higher.

“And the nogitsune is mine to bury.” As she said that, the oni standing beside her disappeared, leaving a cloud of black smoke behind.

***

Scott and Stiles ran down the hallways of the underground building as fast as they could. They stopped as it split into different directions, Scott looking both ways before going right and down a staircase. Lydia was behind a door of bars.

“Lydia? Are you all right?” Stiles asked frantically, Scott breaking the lock.

“No. No, no, no. Why are you here?” She asked with a terrified expression on her face.

“Lydia, we’re here for you.” Stiles said, as it was obvious.

“You weren’t supposed to be here.” She raised her voice before lowering it again, speaking directly to Scott. “You didn’t get my message?”

“Lydia, what’s happening?” Scott asked, confused.

A tear fell down her cheek.

“Who else is here? Who came with you? Please don’t tell me she’s here.” She said, yelling the last sentence.

***

Noshiko’s mouth dropped a second later, her eyes unfocused as she looked at the ground. She brought her hand up, where a small light was. The light died, only a small cloud of smoke left behind.

“Mom?” Kira said worriedly. I lowered my bow slightly out of confusion.

“What is that?” Isaac whispered. I looked at him, sharing a look of worry between us.

“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice wavering. A voice came from behind me.

“It means there’s been a change in ownership.”

I spun around, seeing Stiles backed by the oni. No, not Stiles- the nogitsune.

Void Stiles.

“Now they belong to me.” He finished.

I raised my bow at him, my eyes widened in shock and in preparation. He watched me raise my bow, then smirked. The oni behind him raised their kitanas in a fighting stance. I heard Isaac growl behind me, now in werewolf form. I heard Allison arm her bow and Kira raise her kitana. There was a second of stillness, until they ran towards each other.

I began shooting my bow, the oni slicing through them. Two of them flanked Isaac. He was scratching them, dodging their swings and growling. Allison was shooting at the two that were surrounding Kira. The last one was standing back by void stiles, waiting.

Isaac and I had gained a momentum, him slicing their stomach and going to the next while I shot them, dazing them for a couple seconds before they yanked it out and continued. We kept this up a few times before one of them dodged Isaac’s scratch, going to stab him. He pushed them away as soon as they raised the kitana, sending him running into a nearby wall. I took aim and shot right at their head. Their kitana was raised at light speed, slicing right through the middle of the arrow. They ran at me, raising their kitana above their head. I didn’t have time to grab an arrow. I held my bow up, blocking their hit just as it came down. Isaac threw the other one in the opposite direction, staring up at me from the ground. I glanced at him, making sure he was okay. He was fine, staring at me with worry. The pressure of the hit made my arms buckle a little bit before I put my attention back on my opponent, forcing my bow back up with all my strength. I grit my teeth as I pushed their kitana up and away from me. They staggered backwards as Isaac raised his lower body, making the oni trip over him. He looked up at me, out of breath, and ran to my side. We backed up a couple of steps, assessing all around us.

Kira was fighting two of them, the sound of their katanas clashing echoing throughout Oak Creek. Allison was helping her fight, shooting them both with her arrows. My eyes squinted as a glare hit them. I looked at the source- Allison’s quiver that held her arrows. There were 6 arrows that were shining.

The silver. She brought the silver arrows.

I made a mental note to compliment how smart she was later.

The two oni got up from the ground, marching back over to Isaac and I. I raised my bow once more as Isaac yelled over his shoulder.

“How do we stop them?”

I spared a glance at Noshiko, who was standing underneath an opening in the building, a horrified look on her face.

“You can't!” She yelled.

I heard the slice of a katana, looking back to see Isaac with his hands limp at his sides. My heart stopped.

***

Scott ran through the underground corridor, Lydia and Stiles behind him.

“Lydia,” Stiles said, crouching over as he leaned against the wall. Lydia turned around, gasping and grabbing a hold of him.

“Lydia, I can’t…” He panted, grabbing onto her as he fell over. She held him, lowering him to the ground slowly.

“I can’t, I can’t…” He repeated, his eyes rolling into his head. Lydia’s eyes looked over his entire face, her hand coming up to his cheek.

He was freezing, and his skin was so pale. She looked to Scott, who continued running down the corridor. Her hands were shaking furiously, her eyes darting everywhere they could. Stiles fell unconscious, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t think.

***

I raised my arrow as the other oni cut their blade through Isaac’s stomach. I let the arrow go, watching it fly right by them. My hands were shaking and I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t.

Isaac growled and groaned in pain as he tried to fight back, throwing hit after hit towards the oni. They dodged them easily, stepping out of his reach as he swung. They took turns slicing his stomach, Isaac dropping to his knees.

My eyebrows pulled up together, my eyes filling with tears. One word was repeating over and over in my mind.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-

I heard Allison yell my name. I looked over to her as another arrow missed, falling right behind the oni in front of me. She threw something to me, the item gleaming in the air. I caught it, looking down at it as tears fell down my cheek. I blinked them away, seeing that it was an arrow.

A silver arrow.

I wasted no time, sniffling as I blinked away the remaining tears. I raised the arrow, taking aim.

To the middle of the oni’s chest.

---

“What do you want?” I asked, not looking at him as I let go of the arrow. It sailed right by the tree, landing in the leaves behind it.

“Just came to watch the world’s greatest archer.” He said sarcastically, gesturing to the pile of missed shots sitting in the leaves next to the target. Not a single arrow sat on the target.

My face burned with humiliation. I didn’t say anything, instead taking another arrow and trying again. I brought it up, aiming for the middle of the target. I took a shaky breath, my hands not being able to stay still.

I released it as I exhaled, watching it soar through the air.

And into the ground.

I stared at it for a second, before looking at the ground. A tear slipped out of my eye and down my cheek. I couldn’t stop shaking. No matter what I did, I couldn’t hold it still. My hands shook at my sides as I let out a shaky breath, walking to the target to collect all of the arrows.

“Y’know, I actually think I would probably be a better shot.” He continued, raising his voice so I could hear him as I walked further away. I was grateful my back was to him as my entire body heated up with shame. I continued to ignore him as I picked up arrow by arrow, collecting them in my hand. I counted them as I picked them up until I had them all.

“I mean, really. And I’ve never even-”

He stopped mid sentence as I turned around to walk back. He saw my face, tears falling down. His sly smirk was gone in half of a second, quickly turning to guilt and confusion.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at me as I got to my original spot. He walked closer to me to look at my face. I raised my bow again, letting out a breath.

“Nothing.” I said, letting go of the arrow. It hit just below the target, sticking into the tree. I let out a sharp, irritated breath through my nose. The shaking was getting worse and worse as I continued, but I got more angry and encouraged to keep trying as they missed. It was a vicious cycle.

When I brought my bow up yet again, I couldn’t do anything to hide my shaking. The entire bow was shaking now. More tears fell from my eyes as I took aim. I was waiting until I stopped shaking, standing still. He said my name softly.

“Look at me.” He said, putting his hand on mine and lowering my bow. I closed my eyes, letting out a breath before turning to him. I looked up at him pathetically, ready for some sarcastic remark.

“What happened?” He asked, bringing his hand up to put my hair behind my ear. Heat flushed my face at the gesture, my stomach twirling.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I whispered.

He looked as if I slapped him, hurt flashing over his face. He nodded in understanding, however. I was confused, wondering why he would be hurt over that. I couldn’t let him know I cared, however, keeping my face stone. We stood in silence for a second before he spoke softly.

“Let me help you.”

“Help me? How?” I spoke, sniffling. He gave me a small smile.

“I know a thing or two about anxiety.” He said. I let out a short laugh, to which he immediately reacted, his face brightening up.

“Come on, aim for it again.” He said, motioning with his head to the target. I looked at the target, then back at him.

“Just do it.” He said dramatically. I smiled and listened, raising the bow again. My hands still shook, a little less lightly now but still visible.

“Can I?” He asked, using his hands to motion towards me. I was slightly confused, but I trusted him. I’m not sure why.

I nodded at him. He moved closer to me, his chest touching my back. I held my breath, his arms wrapping around me to cover mine on the bow. He surrounded me, encasing me against his chest. He was so warm.

“Breathe.” He whispered into my ear, the vibration of his voice going through his chest. I inhaled and exhaled, closing my eyes with it. He breathed with me, very dramatically. I brought my elbow back, hitting him in annoyance. He let out an ‘ow!’ before laughing and apologizing. We continued to breathe together, until all I was focused on was the sound of our breaths.

After a couple of minutes, he slowly raised his hands off of mine.

“Now shoot.” He said, taking a step back. I internally sighed, the cold chill of the morning hitting my back.

I took another breath before letting the arrow go, watching it soar through the air.

Right into the middle of the target.

I raised my arms, cheering with happiness. I jumped up and down, turning to Isaac. He had a huge smile on his face, watching me with his hands in his jacket. I was so happy, I threw my arms around his neck. His hands immediately left his pockets, going to wrap around my waist and lift me into the air, spinning around. We laughed, completely happy on how well that worked. He slowly stopped spinning, putting me back down on the ground. My arms slowly left from around him, his arms staying around my waist. Our laughter died down as we looked into each other’s eyes. My eyes glanced between his, darting to his mouth. He did the same, the sound of us catching our breath all I could hear. I blushed, looking away and back at the target. His arms slowly left from around my waist, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I took aim yet again.

“Let me do it again.”

---

I took a deep breath, focusing on the sound and the feeling in my stomach. I shut my eyes for a split second, opening them to my hands completely still. I didn’t hesitate on letting the arrow go.

Everyone around me seemed to freeze in place, only the oni moving in slow motion as Isaac looked at me in what seemed like his final moments. His eyes held so much love and admiration, pulling at my heartstrings. I looked back at the arrow, watching it.

The oni’s arm grew limp as the katana was raised above his head in the final blow, completely still. They looked straight ahead, as if frozen.

I held my breath as I lowered my arms, watching them.

Bright yellow light shone out of it’s chest as the oni struggled to grab onto it, trying to pull it out.

The ground shook, the oni exploding into black powder right in front of us. I shielded my eyes from the powder in the air, before turning my head back towards it.

The oni didn’t rise from the ground, didn’t come teleporting behind void stiles. It was gone. I killed it. It was dead.

I let out a sigh of relief, a smile breaking out on my face. Isaac smiled at me from the floor, despite the severe injuries on his chest. Kira continued fighting as I saw Allison turn towards me. I flashed a huge smile at Isaac before turning to her.

“Allison! You’re a genius! Did you see th-”

My sentence died in my mouth as a torturous and burning pain spread through my stomach. I whipped my head in front of me, meeting a smiling japanese demon mask. My mouth dropped, my eyebrows shooting up.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All I did was feel. Feel the sharp, shredding pain searing through the middle of my stomach. I held onto the blade, feeling it in me as I tried to move it.

I heard Lydia somewhere, crying my name. It was piercing and rang through my head, the voice I missed so much.

The oni ripped it’s blade out of my stomach, my arms falling at my sides. I couldn’t do anything except watch. Watch as the red-coated katana ripped back out of my stomach.

My stomach hammered in my chest, my entire body becoming numb. My head was pounded as I watched everything in slow motion.

I could see movement all around me, but I couldn’t hear anything. The ground was like a magnet, pulling me towards it with all the strength it had. I surrendered to it, letting my body fall.

I felt something soft and warm. My eyes were open, seeing Isaac. His face turned back to human.

He cradled me, holding my shoulders and legs to him. His eyes were blown wide, his eyebrows knit together. His eyes went from my face to my stomach frantically.

All the sounds around me came back to me at once, hearing Isaac say my name. I was panting, feeling like the air around me was disappearing.

I was dying, I’m dying.

The oni had disappeared. Lydia.

“Did they find her? Is she okay? Is Lydia okay?” I breathed out as fast as I could. How much time do I have? I don’t want to go.

Isaac moved the hair from my face, looking into my eyes.

“She’s okay, they found her.” He said, nodding aggressively. He looked up, a tear rolling down his face.

“Scott! Help her!” He yelled, his voice wavering. He looked back down at me, my eyes never leaving his face.

His lips were pink, the corner red with his blood. His beautiful blue eyes were filled with so much sadness I couldn’t begin to perceive it.

I wanted to memorize his face. I wanted to remember every single detail. I swore to myself that even in an afterlife, where everything was forgotten, I would not forget him. I vowed it to myself.

Turning my head, I see Scott. Scott’s here. I felt him grab my hand that wasn’t being cradled and kissed by Isaac, squeezing it hard but not roughly. I watched him. His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with tears.

“I- I can’t.” His voice cracked, “I can’t take her pain.” He looked up at Isaac, who met his eyes. Scott stood up, his arm covering his mouth as he let out a cry.

“Scott? What do- what do you mean-” Isaac began.

“Isaac.” I whispered, my voice dying in my throat.

“What are you talking about? Help her! Please!” He yelled, his voice cracking as more tears fell down his face.

“Isaac.” I said louder, looking at the sky. The sky was so pretty. So vast and alluring, filled with memories of my childhood. Of my life.

“It’s because it doesn’t hurt.” I whispered out, entranced by the sky. Isaac looked at me, his other hand cradling my face.

“No. C’mon, baby, please. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.” He said, crying. Why was he sad? I felt so happy. Everything felt so light, I felt like I was floating.

“It’s okay.” I said, looking back at him. I nodded, convincing him. I would miss him.

He muttered my name once more, lightly rocking me back and forth as more cries left him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” I repeated, whispering as I looked into his eyes. He shook his head, looking back at my stomach.

“Isaac. I love you.” I said, nodding. I needed him to know. I needed him to know.

He let out a sob, running his hands through my hair.

“And I love you. I love you. Don’t leave. Please, I- I can’t-” He said, gasping.

“It’s perfect.” I gasped, “I’m in the arms of the only person I’ve ever loved. The only person I’ll ever love. I’ll love you forever, Isaac. Isaac Lahey.” I said to him, breathing harder as I pressed a thumb against his lips, smearing the blood off. The air was leaving me. I wasn’t ready yet. I don’t want to go yet.

His face drew into despair, leaning closer to me to rest his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, multiple tears falling down my face. I opened my eyes, the corner of my eyes starting to darken. I panicked.

Please, not yet. Just a little longer. Please, I don’t wanna go.

“You- You have to tell Chris. You have to tell my dad. You have to- you have to- tell-” I couldn’t finish my sentence, my lungs gasping as I tried to take a last breath

***

“No!” Isaac cried, cradling her face as her arms fell limp at her sides. Allison fell to her knees, crying out as Scott held her, sobbing with her. Allison couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad. It hurts everywhere. Scott held her as tight as he could, burying his face in her hair.

Isaac held onto her, bringing her up to him so her head was in his shoulder. He rocked back and forth, repeating, “No, no, no, please, no.” into her hair.

Lydia lay in the corridor underground, head pressed to the ground. She was sobbing uncontrollably, the air escaping her and knocking against her lungs. She felt the ground underneath her collapsing into an endless abyss of agony. A wave of devastation, washing over Oak Creek.

Scott McCall’s pack and best friends watched as she took her last breath, closing her eyes as she fell into peace.

***

4 months earlier

I clutched my stomach in laughter, leaning over. Lydia and Allison leaned their heads on my shoulder and knee, also struggling to contain their laughter.

Stiles stood with his arms crossed, face flushed bright red. Scott was red from laughter, standing next to him with a huge smile on his face. Stiles shook his head, chuckling with us.

“Oh my god, Stilinski, you actually might be crazy.” I said, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes.

“All that and she didn’t say yes?” Allison asked, slowly trying to stop laughing.

“Right? I was a catch!” Stiles said, flailing his hands and looking relieved someone had agreed with him. Isaac brought over chips for everyone, sitting on the ground next to me.

“No, I would’ve said no too.” Allison said, laughing again. Stiles pursed his lips, pretending to look mad but eventually bursting out into laughter.

“No, yeah, it was terrible.” He agreed.

Our laughter eventually died down, engaging in conversation between the entire group. Sodas and chips were shared late into the night.

“Okay, guys, it’s late and junior year starts tomorrow. We’re gonna feel like shit.” Lydia said, earning gasps from around the group. She rolled her eyes at the dramatic reaction, smiling as she pulled the blanket over her.

The lights turned off as everyone said their goodnights, Scott taking one couch and Stiles taking the other. Lydia was on a loveseat, Allison on a blow-up mattress. There was one mattress left, and I argued with Isaac that he could have it. I lost, pulling the blanket over myself on the mattress. Isaac did the same, sleeping right next to me on the floor.

An hour or so passed as I turned once again on the mattress, not being able to sleep. I turned to see Isaac, awake and already looking at me. We looked at each other in the darkness, Isaac flashing his werewolf eyes at me. I giggled, trying to keep quiet.

“Get over here.” I said to him, opening the blanket. He crawled over, jumping onto the mattress with an ‘oof.’ I slapped him playfully, both of us laughing as I told him to shut up.

Things had been different between us since that day in the forest. We’d grown closer, not being so snappy at each other. I got butterflies every time I was around him.

We stared at each other, inches away from each other. His hand traced the features of my face as I watched him. Watched the way he looked at me, as if I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I almost don’t want to go to sleep, I’ll miss you too much.” Isaac whispered to me as his finger stayed on my lips.

“You’re so cheesy.” I said, earning a tap on my lips from him. He grinned at me, falling into an affectionate silence. My eyes started to close, drifting off into a sleep.

“It’s just until tomorrow.” I whispered slowly, dozing off.

“Until tomorrow.” I heard him whisper.

I chased the dream of junior year, of what it would bring. I was supposed to be nervous, going into the third year of high school. But I wasn’t. I’d be going in with my friends. With my family. And after all we’ve been through, what’s one more year?

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“You know that somewhere deep down, you still love me” sex with Kai - fem!reader <3

(⚠️ warnings!: talk of cheating, slight abuse, stalking, cussing & smut)

It had been two years since you seen Kai.

Two years since you told him you no longer wanted to be with him. He didn’t take it well.

For six months straight you flinched at every slight noise. You found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder in fear you would find him behind you, waiting to wrap his fingers around your vocal cords until you could no longer form a proper sentence. You knew what Kai was capable of but you just couldn’t stand to be around him anymore.

You waited until what you thought was the right time and told it to him straight. He just looked at you with anger burning behind his eyes, a look you’ve seen but never received.

After catching the terrifying look upon his face, you stood up from the couch in fear while Kai remained silent. When you had tried to leave, he grabbed your wrist in an attempt to make you stay. When that didn’t work and you pulled away, he began to angrily scream at you with everything he had. You never felt so fearful in your life.

You eventually made it out though, physically and emotionally. Slowly but surely, you had began to see less and less of Kai. You no longer caught his henchmen lingering. Those songs that always reminded you of him no longer reminded you of him.

About four months ago you started dating your current boyfriend, Ethan. You had met him in a bar and instantly, you two became friends. From there, you began taking your relationship to the next level and so on. Things were finally looking okay for you.

This evening, you and Ethan had decided that you were going to stay in instead of going out for your date. You ordered food, set up a movie, and switched into your comfy clothes when you had seen your phone begin to light up. Instinctively, you reached for it. When you picked it up, you immediately felt as if your heart was in your throat.

It was Kai.

You stared down at your phone in confusion. You thought you had blocked his number ages ago, so how could he be calling? You quickly apologized to your boyfriend before leaving the room to answer.

“Hello?” You hesitantly questioned.

“Hey, little lamb.” Kai spoke from the other side of the phone. You instantly got butterflies from the old nickname but quickly pushed them down.

“You shouldn’t be calling.” Your voice went quiet as you stared down at your feet.

“I’m calling about Winter.” He paused. “Something happened.”

“What?” The feeling of worry easily making your voice crack. “What do you mean something happened?”

“It’s just-” He started but cut himself off. “There was an accident. She’s here at home now. I figured you may have wanted to know that considering you two used to be friends.”

“Oh, shit.” You frantically looked around. “Okay, I’m on my way. Is it bad? Like, should I take something for her?”

“No, she doesn’t need anything right now. Just get here as quickly as you can.” He replied with shortly before hanging up.

Shakily, you placed your phone down and began getting dressed. You anxiously fished through your closet for the closest pair of shoes, not realizing your boyfriend was now behind you.

“Jesus, fuck. You scared me, Ethan.” You clutched your chest.

“Something wrong, babe?” He looked at you, concern in his eyes.

“It’s my friend, Winter. They said she was in an accident. I’m heading over there now.” You explained as you grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder.

“Oh, shit. That’s not good. Did you want me to come with?” Your boyfriend offered.

“No, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Plus, it’s most likely going to be chaotic and I don’t want to put you through that.” You kissed his lips. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

Ethan nodded and you smiled softly before swiftly walking down the stairs to your car. After you had left Kai, you decided to move about a half hour west of your old place. You shakily sighed as you made your way to your ex boyfriend’s house.

About a half hour later, you pulled up in front of the house. You swallowed in anxiousness and made your way to the front door. You knocked a few times before Kai answered.

“Hi.” He smiled down at you.

“Hey, Kai.” You smiled back. “So, where’s Winter?”

“Oh, I just went to help her lay down. It was going to be a surprise for you to be here but because I didn’t want to ruin it, I didn’t tell her and I just let her sleep.” He stepped to the side. “You can come in, if you want. She’ll probably want to get up again soon.”

Hesitantly, you nodded and walked inside. The memories of the house instantly hit you like a pile of bricks.

“Wow.” You traced the walls with your fingers. “It’s been so long.”

“Yeah..” Kai agreed. “So, did you want to wait for her in the basement? We can sit around down there, like old times.”

You nodded softly in agreement, not wanting to upset Kai in any way. He motioned for you to go first as he held the door open. You slowly began walking down the stairs, shakily placing your hands on the wall which each step for support. When you got to the bottom of the stairs you stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Kai reassured you. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You don’t have to be so jumpy.”

“Sorry..” You trailed off as you sat down on the sofa. Kai sat down on the chair across from you and sent you a small smile.

“So, tell me what’s new.” He looked at you expectedly.

“Not much, I’m the same as always.” You began fidgeting with your phone in anxiousness, your lock screen immediately lighting up. You looked down to see you and Ethan sharing a kiss. “Well, there is something new actually. I have a new boyfriend.”

Kai’s unreadable expression remained the same. “Oh? That’s great, little lamb. Why don’t you tell me a little about him.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat from the now foreign nickname. “Uh, we started dating a few months ago. His name is Ethan.”

“Ethan.” Kai nodded. “I’m happy for you, angel.”

“Yeah..” You smiled, not knowing what to say. “So, anything new with you, Kai?”

“No.” Kai shook his head. “Well.. I do have a little something to confess.”

You looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to go on.

“I wasn’t exactly honest with you earlier, little lamb.” He leaned forward in his seat.

“What?” You weren’t sure if you had heard him right.

“Well, I called you over here because Winter had an accident.” He stood up. “Truth be told, Winter is just fine.”

You sent him a confused expression to which he responded with by smiling.

“Yeah, she’s out with a friend right now.” He began walking over to you, sitting on the coffee table just in front of your legs. “I just needed to get you over here but I knew I would have to tell you a little white lie in order for that to happen.”

You were at a loss for words. What the fuck?

“Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” He asked. “Did you seriously think I would just let you leave me for that premature dickwad?”

“Don’t call him that.” Your voice weakened as he continued to stare you down. “I knew it was a mistake coming here. You’re fucked up, Kai.”

You attempted to stand up but Kai instantly pulled you back down.

“Are you happy with him?” He questioned.

“What?” You stared at him in confusion.

“Are you happy with him?” Kai repeated.

“Yes, I’m very happy with him.” You defended your relationship. Kai leaned in and your heartbeat immediately picked up.

“How’s the sex?” He taunted. “How often do you cum when you’re with him?”

You look down to avoid Kai’s stares. You kept quiet as he waited for an answer.

“Well..?” He waited. “Does he please you how you want to be pleased?”

“Yes..” You nodded.

“Why did it take you so long to answer me, little lamb? Are you lying?” He spoke with a dominant tone in his voice.

“No.” The submissive side of you instantly taking over.

“Are you sure?” He leaned in, his breath dangerously close to your ear. “Because if you’re lying, daddy will know.”

Your breath hitched as Kai began running his fingers up and down your thighs.

“You know that somewhere deep down, you still love me.” Kai’s lips touched your earlobe. Your eyes closed as his fingers began getting higher and higher up your thighs.

“Kai, we can’t. It’s not right.” You gently shoved him away. “It’s not right for either of us to be doing this right now.”

“I don’t know, baby.” Kai leaned back in, slipping his hand under your pants and into your panties. His fingers swirled around your entrance, not quite making their way in. You moaned softly and he pulled them out of your underwear. “You seem pretty into it, to me.”

The thoughts in your head were running so fast you didn’t even notice yourself slipping into his touch.

“Go on, angel. Let loose.” He whispered into your ear. “Why don’t you let daddy take care of you, hm?”

“Okay..” You hesitantly gave in to the lust running through your veins.

Kai pulled away for a split second to lift you up from your sitting position, laying you down on your back with your legs dangling off the arm of the couch. He looked down at you with lust before removing your pants along with your panties.

“Fuck..” He cursed as he took in the sight of your glistening pussy. He dropped down to his knees before pulling your legs closer to his face. He licked a stripe up your slit and you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

“That’s right, baby. Let daddy know how good he makes you feel.” He rubbed your clit softly with his thumb, flicking his tongue inside you simultaneously. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your hands went flying to Kai’s hair, gripping it slightly.

“Oh..” You whimpered as Kai removed his tongue, replacing it with his fingers. His fingers moved smoothly in and out of you, your greedy cunt coating them with every movement. “Kai.. please.”

“I’m sorry, what? I’m not entirely sure I understand.” Kai taunted. “I think you’re going to need to repeat yourself for me, princess.”

“Please, daddy.” You begged. “Please, I need you.”

“Alright, angel.” Kai stood up and immediately flipped you around so that your ass was in the air. “But only because you asked me so nicely.”

With your thoughts running loose, the only noise you could focus on was the sound of Kai’s zipper and the slapping of his cock against your pussy. You let out a soft moan as he pulled you in closer. He pushed in and instantly, a groan was pulled from his lips.

“Fuck.” He cursed as he found a fast, even pace. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

He reached down to rub your clit harshly with his fingers and you whimpered as you felt your orgasm begin to approach.

“Daddy..” You sobbed as you were overcome with pleasure. “I need to cum.”

“Go on, baby.” He continued his harsh movements against your clit. “Cum for me.”

You moaned out loudly as your legs began to shake violently under him, causing him to groan. He fucked you through your orgasm and you couldn’t help but let out a few tears from the overstimulation. He continued with his fast pace for a few more moments before you noticed his hips beginning to falter.

He groaned and cursed simultaneously as he came inside of you, causing you to gasp at the feeling. He took a few minutes to breathe before gently pulling out. He noticed you still slumped over in exhaustion and delicately picked you up, sitting you back down on the couch again. You sent him a small smile in return.

Realizing what you had just done, your breath picked up and you immediately began to panic. You looked down at your phone to see 3 missed texts from Ethan.

“Shit.”

(a/n: this fic was so fucked i’m sorry LOL! i literally wrote it so toxic. but i mean, isn’t that all kai is? toxic? idk. let me know what you think. should i add another part to this? more angst maybe?)

#american horror story #kai anderson #james patrick march #kit walker #tate langdon #jimmy darling #kyle spencer #evan peters #evan peters x reader #fanfic

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