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Venom (T.K)

Pairings: Iceman x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Viper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: so many. PIV. sex, swearing. probably more ;)

Word Count: 2.1k

Author's Note: I for some reason poured my heart into this one and I feel like it's because I was already exhausted and then took some melatonin on top of it so yeah.

Summary: There's a new recruit at Top Gun, a female nonetheless. She drives the boys wild, and her mysterious nature and her off-limits rules make her stand out to the ones that like to play hard to get. The biggest thing they don't know is the one rule of mother nature. What's the one thing Vipers produce? Venom.

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"Boys," Viper's voice came through the room, stern and strong. He stood tall in front of all of us his demeanor shifting slightly when the door opened.

Holy shit.

The black hair had been pulled into a tight bun. Her stature was tall, and she appeared closed off in the way of never letting anything on. Her eyes were a piercing blue and her skin was a soft tan. She smiled at the sight of Viper and made her way to the front of the room.

"(Y/N) Metcalf, callsign Venom."

I took a small glance over to Slider whose eyes couldn't be any bigger than they were. A hand shoots up into the air. Viper sends a sharp nod to Maverick's way.

"How off limits is she?" He questioned. A smirk displayed itself across Viper's face as he lead his daughter to a seat in the front row.

"She is very off-limits boys, if you so much as look in her direction I will have your ass packing before you can ask why."

Pete gave a sharp nod before looking over at his buddy, the two of them ogling at her for the rest of the lesson.

By the time we headed to change our first problem arose.

"Where the hell was she supposed to change?" Slider asked, rather loudly.

She chuckled slightly before looking at me. My breath disappeared from my lungs in an instant as her shirt lifted above her head, her bra was a light pink and I learned very quickly that it matched the thong she was wearing too.

Fucking hell.

"She's gonna be the death of me," I whisper to Slider as we get ready just two locker rows down from the beauty that was untouchable.

***

And not only was she beautiful but she could fly better than all of us. It made sense that she was Viper's kid. She was graceful in the air and once she was on the ground you could ask her any question you wanted to ask and shed come up with some kind of an answer for you.

She was magnificent. She was beautiful. She was Viper's daughter.

I couldn't ruin my chance at Top Gun but at the same time, she give me literally every reason to ruin my chances.

Today was no different than any other except for the fact that she didn't have much of a uniform. Not like ours. Her khakis came in the form of a tight pencil skirt that cupped her ass so beautifully that I thanked god every time I saw it.

"Iceman," Viper's voice pulled me from the thoughts I really shouldn't be having.

If she sounds so pretty over the comms I wonder how pretty she'd sound moaning my name?

No, no I can't think like that. If Viper only knew I'd be out of here so fast.

"You're flying with Venom today, Slider has some personal business to attend to." I glance over at her, those piercing blue eyes already staring back at me. I give Viper a nod before preparing myself to be up in the air, alone with her.

"So," she said catching up to me as we head to the locker room, "you've been awfully quiet. The famous Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, a total ladies' man can't even open his mouth around me?"

I offer her a smile before keeping my eyes straight again. We take the longest in the locker room.

"What's your problem Kazansky?" She sounds frustrated. "I am trying my hardest to show I am interested in you and you don't even bat an eye at me. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I slam my locker in frustration only to reveal the female pilot, who seemed just as mad as me.

I ran my hands through my hair as I let out a frustrated breath of air.

"Maybe if you let even more hot air out, your head will get smaller." She shot at me, breaking something inside of me.

Within seconds I had her pinned to a locker, my hand gently around her throat as she let out a surprised gasp, her eyes growing wide at my outburst. My other hand finds her waist in a relatively firm grip. I lean in closer, so very close that I can smell the strawberry chapstick she always wore.

"I have been watching you for two weeks now, I have been wanting you for two weeks." I lean in for just a moment for our lips to touch and I was already hooked.

"For two weeks," I say looking into those blue eyes again, "for two weeks I have been wondering what you would sound like moaning my name while I fucked you."

I hear her breath catch in her throat ever so softly and for once I let my mind go wild.

My lips nibble gently at the sweet spot on her neck, my hands applying a gentle pressure to the sides of her throat. Her soft gasp made me want to take her right then and there, but soft footsteps approached.

And Viper opened the door.

He gave us just enough time to look more casual then I felt but I did my best to hide the ever growing bulge in my pants. This girl drove me crazy and the smirk on her face let me know that she knew it too.

"What are you two doing?" Viper questioned with one raised eyebrow.

"Nothing dad," she said in such a soft voice that I fell more to jelly than before. "Iceman and I were discussing strategy, it is you we are going up against after all."

Viper smiled at his daughter and gave a sharp nod before leaving the room in a hurry.

"As for you," she said, attention returning to where it had to be. "I don't fuck pilots usually, but something about you is different." She shot me the prettiest smile I've ever seen. "We can't do anything here it's too risky, I however have an entire floor to myself. Meet me tonight?"

I gave her a nod, a sharp fast nod.

I saw all of her that night. I saw her and I heard her and with every thrust into her I made I drove myself more crazy then the thrust before.

***

It's been two weeks since then, and after the events of today I haven't said a word to her.

We usually go at it every night but tonight was different, tonight was different because we were all forced to take a good long look at how our lives have turned out so far and if we are really okay dying tomorrow because of it.

The Navy was no joke, the things we did on a daily basis, putting our lives on the line.

Lieutenant Nick Bradshaw died today. And I was in the air with him.

I know she's asking about me, I know somewhere right now her father is questioning why she seems so concerned about another pilot.

In his eyes we are nothing more then pilots.

I had been drinking, slider having gone home a while ago just stopping by to see how I was holding up before heading off to the bar to pick up a new girl for the night. By my fourth glass I realized that the knocking wasn't my imagination.

She seemed tired when our eyes met. She had clearly been crying but I was not about to be the one to point that out to her. The sweatshirt she wore was huge on her but she seemed so cozy. I never said anything. Instead I took a step forward and found my hand in the crook of her neck, I lingered for just a moment more before finally allowing my lips to find hers. This time it feels different, this kiss is saying everything she won't.

I could have died today.

"Tom," she says pulling away from me slightly, those damn eyes making me melt again. "Make love to me."

And thats exactly what I did.

I pulled her inside before pressing her softly against the wall, my hands resting on her hips as I lazily find her lips again. This time was so different then the rest, the other times I have torn her clothes off by now, taken her right against this wall. But this time? This time I trail my lips down her neck finding that sweet spot just as easily as day one.

Her soft whimper made my heart beat faster and I grabbed her hand, leading her to the bedroom. God I wish I had fucked her here sooner. I didn't have any lights on, but the slight glow from the streetlights outside gave us just enough of a sense of where we where in the room, enough for her to sit on the edge of the bed. Enough for me to find my way on top of her. My lips found her neck first this time, carefully trailing down to the collar of her shirt.

"May I?" I ask softly, the soft whimper I earn in response tells me everything we need to know. I pull it over her head to reveal that she isn't wearing anything underneath it. I thank god and curse him at the same time.

While on hand finds her breast I let the other hold her close, her chest rises and falls more rapidly as my mouth moves from her neck down her chest, rolling her free nipple between my teeth while my hand gently plays with the other one.

The soft moans she was allowing to escape her mouth were intoxicating. And I knew that while I could continue to drag this out I wouldn't last much longer. I find her lips one more time before pulling myself off her, walking over to the night stand I pull out the empty box of condoms.

"Fuck." I say softly tossing the box to the side.

"It's okay," she smiles, "I'm on the pill."

I stand there for a moment weighing my options before taking my shirt off, discarding it to the floor. My pants eventually find their way to the floor too. She had taken her pants off at some point during my scuffle with the condom box.

I found myself above her again, her naked body proving to be a temple for me to explore and the anguish that was released as I pushed past her folds and plunged deep into her was insane.

I clung to her like she was my final source of oxygen and I was in outer space. I buried my head in the crook of her neck letting all my fear from today vanish within her. Each thrust grew harder as I kept my slow pace, her hands finding my back. At this moment in time I didn't even care if she left marks, I could deal with the torment in the locker room tomorrow. Her soft whimpers danced through my ears and coaxed a few sounds out of me too.

I could feel her nearing her high, after being inside her so frequently these past four weeks I have been able to learn her every move, know her every cue, love her every noise.

And the breathy whimpers she was letting out told me that I was doing everything right. Her hand moves to my forearm gripping it tight as her whimpers turn to shaky exhales of her breath, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her back arched enough that it her chest met mine.

I held her as she came undone, and with a few more fast strokes I found myself falling apart inside of her.

I rested my forehead against hers before giving her a breathy kiss, both of us trying to find enough oxygen to say anything at all. But we don't. It's not like there is much that could be said, not after today at least.

I pull her close to me again after cleaning ourselves up. The twin size bed not offering us much room to move but neither of us cared. I let her fall asleep listening to my heartbeat. I fall asleep with my hands tangled in her hair.

When I wake up in the morning she is gone, her clothes missing from my floor. I pull myself out of bed a prepare myself for another day when a pair of pink lacy panties catch my eye.

Because they are the same ones she was wearing the day I met her.

I smile before picking them up off their perch, only to find a note sitting underneath it.

Tom,

Last night was different, it was better, it was real. And I want that for the rest of my life. I'll see you in class.

Venom.

Sitting next to her name was a taunt. A taunt consisting of red lipstick in the shape of those lips I love to kiss so much. She is definitely living up to her call sign.

Because she is going to be the death of me.

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topgun-imagines · 2 years

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The One

Requested: yes

Summary: A night of singing at the bar leads Ice to realize something. Maybe you’re the one for him.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: drinking.

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

A knock sounded at your door. With a groan you glanced down at the eyeliner pencil that clattered around your sink, having dropped it moments ago. “I’m coming!” You shouted. Anyone listening could tell that you were irritated s. You were supposed to be at the bar with your boyfriend and his friends in under half an hour. And you still had to do your hair, fixing your make-up now added to that list apparently.

Yanking the door open, you were met with the sight of your smirking boyfriend and his grinning RIO. With a roll of your eyes you walked back into your house. They walked through your front door after you. “Thought I was meeting you two there.” Iceman chuckled quietly as the pair sat down at your kitchen table. The boys slipped off their aviators as they watched you attempt to fix your make-up.

“Yea, well, we got off early,” Slider says, popping a grape in his mouth. “Plus someone figured you’d be late if we didn’t come get you.” He grinned as Ice glared at him. Your boyfriend turned to see your displeased face with a shy expression. You rolled your eyes at the small grin he gave you. Slider cackled at his friend's misfortune.

Ice stood from the table and walked over to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist he leaned down and nuzzled his face into your neck. “I love you,” He spoke quietly, enough that Slider couldn’t hear him. “Just wanted to come see you.” It was slightly muffled as your blond boyfriend pressed delicate kisses into the crook of your neck. You smiled gently, bringing a hand up to run it through his frosted tips, hearing him hum softly when you did.

“I know,” Your hand left his hair as you returned to fixing your make-up. “I love you too, Tom.” The use of his first name caused a blush to rise up his cheeks. You were the only one who ever called him by his given name. Even though you used his call sign, he would always find it endearing when you called him Tom. He pulled back. Pressing one last kiss to your cheek he headed back to Slider. The RIO was still grinning slightly, even under his friend's harsh stare.

In less than five minutes, you had finished your make-up. You moved to pull your hair out of the messy bun it was in and began running a brush through it. Behind you, Iceman and Slider were tossing grapes into each other’s mouths. Those two really could act like children sometimes. 10 minutes later you were finished your hair.

You turned to find Ice pulling a spoon out of the drawer before trying to launch a grape into Slider’s mouth. Keyword: Trying. With a small grin, you watched the blond pull back on the spoon before letting go. Sending the grape and the spoon flying. As usual, Ice’s aim was perfect, meaning that the grape went into Slider’s mouth, but so did the spoon. With a snort, you watched as the top of the spoon slid down into his throat. Ice was wheezing on the floor as Slider coughed loudly, rubbing the base of his neck. You moved forward and helped your boyfriend off the floor. He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes as he wrapped an arm around his waist.

Slider glared at his pilot as you made your way from the house and into Ice’s car. The RIO climbed in the back seat as Ice pulled out and began the 15-minute drive to the O club. It was a mostly silent drive, Slider grumbling about Ice making him deep throat a spoon while the two of you chuckled in the front. The blond pilot intertwined your hands and rested them on his thigh as he drove.

After what seemed like no time at all the three of you arrived at the club. You checked the clock on the dashboard before you hoped out. “Ha,” You started, sticking your tongue out at Ice. “I would have been here right on time.” Ice rolled his eyes at your teasing. He slipped his arm around your shoulders and practically dragged you into the club. Your laughter filled the air as the three of you pushed open the doors.

Once inside you headed towards your usual booth, Slider and Ice getting the drinks. They returned with Slider’s regular beer, Ice with vodka and ice water, and a colourful cocktail for you. Your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your forehead as he slid into the bench beside you. The three of you sat at the booth and chatted.

The boys caught you up on their progress at Top Gun while you asked a few questions. It was no secret to anyone around you that you weren’t super into all things aviation. But ever since meeting Tom, you had grown to want to love it. Something that he loved about you. Even though aviation wasn’t your passion, you would do anything you could, learn whatever you could, if it meant you could understand Tom. You would do it just because you loved him. He knew that you would go to the ends of the earth for him.

Multiple drinks later and you were much more carefree than you were when you entered the bar. You had had one more of those fancy cocktails and shared numerous shots with your boys, now sipping on a vodka that Tom ordered you. Slider was sipping on what you assumed was his third beer, although it was hard to tell at this point. Because he was the designated driver tonight, Tom was only nursing his second alcoholic drink of the night. He had drunk many ice waters though, something that made you laugh drunkenly.

He spent the night watching you and Slider, making sure that the two of you left the same way that you came; in one piece. Ice watched out for the both of you whether you were drunk out of your minds or not. He loved Slider like a brother. Slider was his RIO, the man that he trusted with his life and someone that he would always want by his side, in the air and on the ground. And you, you were the woman he loved. The person that he came home to after a long, hard day, and the person that could ebb all his stress and worries away.

When the song changed your boyfriend watched your face instantly light up. He recognized the song, it was one that he often found you singing, begging him to join in on the parts where a man was singing. Ice shook his head, knowing exactly what you had in mind. “Come on.” You wined, tugging gently on his arm. He was firm though, refusing with a grin to go up on the stage with you. You pouted at him, the look quickly being replaced by a malicious grin, one that he knew all too well.

He felt for Slider, he truly did, when you turned to him and gave him puppy dog eyes. A look that the RIO was infamous for not being able to resist. With a huff Slider stood from the table with you. The pair of you headed towards the stage, Ice watching with a small grin. You were practically bouncing on your heels while Slider trudged along behind you.

Material Girl by Madonna was blasting through the club. Many people that were singing quieted down when they saw you and Slider take the stage. Ice chose to ignore the looks of curiosity and judgment that he was receiving. Most of the people in the bar were other aviators and therefore knew that you and Slider arrived with mister ice cold, no mistakes. He watched with a soft smile as you began to sing the song.

He was transfixed by you. Watching the way you moved as you sang, the way you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the music. Another thing he loved about you. As he watched you and his best friend make what could only be described as complete fools of yourselves a thought entered his mind for the first time. He loved you. That he already knew. What he wasn’t expecting was to realize, in that moment with you singing Madonna to a crowded bar, was that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He instantly knew that he wanted to marry you, to wake up next to you every day.

While Slider started on his part of the song, meaning that you were already halfway done with your performance, Tom Kazansky realized that you were the one. You were the one that he loved with every fiber of his being, the one that he wanted to hold you, and be held by you, for the rest of your lives.

You finished and hopped off the stage. Heading over to Tom, the blond pilot immediately wrapped his arms around you. It shocked you, to say the least, but it was a pleasant surprise. “Let’s go home, baby.” He whispered against your lips. Ice could feel you smiling into the kiss making him grin softly. Tom took you home, leaving Slider at the bar. Something that you both got an earful about in the morning.

a/n: Just a short one! Thank you for reading. Requests are open.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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I’ll always come back to you

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x reader

Warnings: mention of potential death, angst, Iceman being a softie

Summary: Iceman and his fiancée spend the night together before he is deployed.

Thank you @callsign-phoenix for proofreading for me.

The pale glow of the moon snuck through the thin curtains casting a pale glow over Tom’s naked form. You could hear the soft snores escaping from his plump lips and watched as his chest rose and fell peacefully. He looked so beautiful when he was asleep, chiseled abs radiating warmth as he held you close to him. His face was soft, not streaked with lines like when he was awake, he nearly always had a serious look on his face except for when he was with you.

You breathed in his scent, the sweet smell of his body bringing you some comfort in the early morning. You had been awake for hours, barely able to close your eyes without jolting yourself awake again. Tom was due to be deployed in the morning and you could never sleep easily knowing that the love of your life would be leaving shortly, putting his life at risk. The strong possibility that you may never see him again hung over you like a dark cloud. Sitting up in bed you sighed, grabbing your robe from the back of the chair, your scrubs were folded neatly and your stethoscope rested on top of them. At least your job would keep you busy while Tom was away. Working as an ER nurse at the hospital you were used to dealing with stressful situations, but nothing could prepare you for the thought of losing Tom. You made your way down the narrow hallway. Your kitchen was small and the cupboards creaked loudly but you tried to be as quiet as possible making yourself a hot drink. You crept out the small double doors into your small garden and took a seat on one of the chairs. The sun was barely peeking above the horizon and there was still a slight chill in the air. You sipped your drink slowly, trying to calm your nerves as the knot in your stomach grew. It was always the same, you could never settle knowing that Tom wouldn’t be there with you. The only bonus was that him being a Naval Aviator meant that he was deployed a few days later than the others so you had a few more precious days with him. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the patio doors open behind you and jumped as Tom lay a hand on your shoulder.

“What are you doing out here, Love?” His voice was hoarse and still full of sleep, blond hair ruffled and his movement sluggish. You felt selfish then, knowing that you had woken him the night he needed sleep the most. “I'm sorry, Tom. I could sleep, I’m just so…”

“Worried.” He finished the sentence and took a seat on the chair beside you. He held your hand tightly in his and squeezed it reassuringly, rubbing his thumb over your silver engagement ring. “How many times have we been over this, Darling? I’ll always come back to you, remember?”

You nodded your head meekly.You knew he would come back to you if he had the choice, he always did, but the niggling feeling at the back of your mind always struck fear into you. What if he didn’t?

Tom could sense your fear and pulled you out of your chair and into his lap. You rested your head against his bare chest, sighing at the familiar contact. Tom began rubbing soothing circles on your bare thigh and held you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You stayed like this for a long time and watched as the sun began to climb higher into the sky. Tom sighed, stretching his legs slightly before checking his watch. 05:00. He was due to be at the base by 07:00. He turned to look at you, noticing you were already staring up at him. “Is it time?” You asked in a small voice, barely above a whisper, maybe if you said it quiet enough it would never come true.

“I’m afraid so, Darling.” You nodded your head gently, easing yourself away from Tom’s body and getting up. Tom held your hand wordlessly as he led you back into the house and back to your shared room. You sat on the bed while he showered quickly and then watched as he got dressed. His movements were slow and sluggish and you could tell he hated this as much as you did. He looked at you sorrowfully as he laced up his boots. The sun had risen fully now and was casting a warm happy glow over the dreary atmosphere. Tom sat down beside you on the bed, taking your hand in his and placing a delicate kiss on your wrist. “You know I’ll come back to you, right? I’ll do everything in my power to come back to you.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his side and giving you a chaste kiss.

“I know you do, Tom but I can’t help but worry. Our wedding planning is underway. I mean we’ve got a date set now but what if we never get there? I just can’t help but think the worst.” A single year slipped down your cheek and Tom was quick to wipe it away.

“I promise you, Darling, I’m coming back home to you. Slider would kill me if I didn’t make it back for our wedding, you know how mad he was when I nearly made Mav my best man.”

You laughed, remembering how angry Slider got when Tom joked about Mav being his best man. The look on his face had been priceless.

“I remember,” you smiled up at him, tears in both your eyes. “I love you, Tom Kazansky. Promise you’ll come back to me.”

“I love and I promise I’ll always come back to you.” He kissed you harder then, winding his fingers into your hair and pulling you close. This kiss held all the unsaid emotions, the love and the fear that came from being with a naval aviator. You moaned softly as he pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours. The moment was peaceful but held with it the two lovers' goodbyes. There was a light tap at the front door that brought both of you out of your daze.

“That will be Slider,” Tom said softly, caressing your cheek one last time before picking up his bag off the floor and moving to the door. He gave you one last longing look before closing the door behind him. Your heart broke as you watched the love of your life leave and tears began streaming down your face as you heard Slider’s car pulling out of the driveway. “They will be back”, you mumbled to yourself as you got up and prepared for the day. He always came back.

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shelfwar · 1 year

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Since requests are open could you write a fic with slider x fem!reader where his girlfriend is maverick's sister and they have a secret relationship but mav finds out

Hi! Thanks so much for the request, sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it!

Slider X Reader ~My sister!!~

WARNINGS: Suggestion to sex, use of words, angst

Waves crashed against the boat as you stared up at the metal ceiling hoping the sound would sooth you to sleep, but alas it never did. So you quietly climbed down from your shared bunk with your big brother Maverick (that slept on the bottom) and headed out of the room and wandered down to the room you knew all too well; your secret boyfriend Slider.

You rapped on the metal door as a grumble of "Come in" sounded behind it. You slowly opend the door and found Slider sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes of sleep. "Hey, I can't sleep." "C'mere love." He said as he scooted over so you could lay next to him. You quietly tip toed over not trying to wake Ice in the process and cuddled up next to Silder. "You okay?" "Yeah, just thinking?" "Care to explain?" "I dunno I hate boats, to begin with and my brothers stupid cause he dragged me onto this thing." "But you've got me." He said as he kissed your temple.

"True, true." "But your right about your brother, he is stupid." "Hey, keep it down, I'm trying to sleep lovebirds." You and Slider both glanced up to see Iceman glaring down at the two of you. "Sorry Ice." You said as you gave him a small smile. "Your lucky I like you both, now if it was-" "I know, if it was my brother, you'd chew his ass out the next day." "Slider, you've got the better Mitchell." "Thank you Iceman." Ice clicked his mouth and went back to bed. "Well, then. I love you." "Mm, love you two Slider." You snuggled up closer and he held you very close as if he was gonna loose you.

"Goose, have you seen my sister?" "No, Mav I haven't." "I swear she was in here last night." "Maybe she's in the cafeteria." "Good thinking Goose!" Maverick clapped his RIO on the back as he made his way down to the cafeteria, as for you. Well you were working out with Iceman and Slider in the gym.

"One more squat, one more!" You started to slowly squat down as you felt Sliders hands hovering your waist. "You got this baby." He whispered as you made the squat and slowly made your way up to the barbell holder. Once placed you felt a bit dizzy as you started leaning forward towards Ice, but luckily Slider still had his hands by you, so he caught you. "Easy there love." "Mmm, might need to lie down." "Ice go get something soft-" "I got her some water." "Thanks." You felt Silder place your head in his lap as he looked down at you making sure you were okay. "I think I out did that didn't I?" "No shit." Ice said as he looked over to the now opened door.

"Hey have you-" "OH MY GOD Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?" Maverick said as he stormed through the room ."Shes fine, right baby?" Slider said as he kissed your chapped lips"Yeah, just kinda out did it Mav. I'm fine just light headed." Maverick’s eyes widened as he saw the small intimate moment. "Slider get your fucking hands off my sister. NOW!" "Pete relax please." "How long, huh?"

You looked up at Slider as he looked over at your brother. "3 months." "3 MONTHS!" "Mav stop yelling please." You pleaded as you tried sitting up, with Slider helping you. "Hey Slider?" "Yeah, hun." "You have mmm. NOW RUN HES GONNA KILL YOU.!" You giggled as Silder ran out the room and your brother went right after him. "YOU BETTER OF NOT FUCKED MY SISTER!" "OH, MAVERICK I DID!" You and Ice just started laughing at the two as you heard there yells through out the small corridor.

After around 5 minutes of cat and mouse Slider ran back into the gym where he then picked you up with a yelp. "Slider." You giggled as he held you when your brother came back. "If you fucking break her heart Slider, your gonna die." "Mav your not gonna do that you pussy." "Ahem, pussy." Iceman said as Maverick glared at the 3 of you.

"Here let me rephrase that, you hurt her heart I know where to find you." "Now that sounds better."

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mcu-and-buckybarnes-things · 2 years

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Can I get a mafia au?

I don’t know why but the vibe is here.

Except that none of them looks Italian.

But Ice could be the adopted son of the boss and Slider his body guard.

To make it more dramatic Mav could be the real son.

#val kilmer #rick rossovich #they are beautiful #ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky #slider x iceman #slice?#icemav #fanfics I’ll never write

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topgunruinedme · 2 years

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Sweaters

Synopsis: Bradley is oblivious, Uncle Ice told him it’s apparently a hereditary trait from the Mitchells. Bradly is determined to win over Pheonix any way he can, the only trouble is everyone seems to be sabotaging him.

Master List, Prologue.

Word count: 2,245

Requested by @seedroot

Prompt: Ot3 where bob and rooster are hardcore crushing over phoenix, rooster sees phoenix in bobs sweater and gets extremely flustered then realizes oh wait that’s not normal

I made this a 5 +1 post, 5 times they attempted to let Bradly down slowly + 1 time they hit him over the head with it.

A/N: I decided to change a few small things from my short post :) I hope it’s what you were looking for @seedroot.

It had started out friendly, Bradly had drunk too much. He had beer froth in his porn stash and a smile that never seem to fade, he was lounging in a booth with Bob watching people around them move around in the bar. Or particular one specific person, Phoenix, the only female piolet in their squadron a phenomenal flyer. He watched as she leaned over the pool table to that a shot all while snarking at Hangman who grinned at him, she flipped him off when he said something causing him to laugh. He signed as sipped his drink a smile flattering slightly, before he turned to Bob who was also watching the squad making fools of themselves. He did a doubletake at the pure love and adoration on Bobs face and turned to follow his gaze. Phoenix and hangman, he sure as hoped it wasn’t Hangman because that was a can of worms he was not opening. He let out a laugh starting the man beside him, Bob looked at him worried.

“You alright Rooster?” the amused look on Bob’s face caused him to laugh more, “she’ll never look twice at you,” he said firmly. Bob blinked at him as confusion flooded his face, “What?”, Bradly nodded his head over to Phoenix who had beaten Hangman and was now perched on the pool table chatting with Fanboy. “The flaming bird” Bradly grinned sharply, “She’ll never look twice at you,” he said cruelly, “You’re just her WSO, nothing else”. He had been told he was nasty when he drank but he hadn’t really noticed no one had mentioned it in years, he didn’t think about it. Until he saw the slightly hurt on the man’s face like he’d been slapped. Bob looked at him wide-eyed. “Don’t even try boy, your all baby” he leaned over and tapped the man on the face a little harder than he intended from the disorientation of moving while he was sloshed. Bob frowned at him and readjusted the glasses on his face he had nocked, “Rooster, I think it’s time you go home”. Bradly felt anger build up in him, but he forced it down and plastered a smile on his face as he leaned over the table into Bob’s personal space forcing the man back into his seat to keep space between them.

“Maybe you should. Isn’t it past baby’s bedtime” he pretended to think, when a hand gripped down on his shoulder tightly forcing him back onto his side, Hangman strained face came into his field of view.

“Is there an issue here?” Hangman asked his jaw tight; Phoenix was standing beside him frowning, not a good impression. He attempted to salvage it, “no” his smile was again pressed on, “I was just telling baby, how it was past his bedtime” he attempted so joke smoothly much like Hangman did to the man. No one laughed, Hangman grip tightened slightly, “I wasn’t talking to you” he turned silently to Bob, eyes trailing over the man for any type of injury. “I’m fine Jake” Bob said timidly, “we were just” he hesitated, “talking”.

Hangman looked at the man firmly before turning his attention back to Rooster, “it’s time to go home Rooster” he protested as the man manhandled him out of his seat. The man’s grip on his arm tight, “I wasn’t asking” Hangman jaw was clenched tightly and there was fury hidden underneath his calm face he could see it in his eyes.

The incident wasn’t mentioned again.

The next time he attempted to gain Phoenix’s favor he was much more sober, he pretended to ignore Hangman’s slightly protective stance he took any time he was near Bob. After a week the event was forgotten, he was lounging back on the classroom desk as they waited for their turn in the air. Fanboy and Payback were plainly ignoring them as they played cards in the back corner, Bob sat next to Hangman catting about some cool mauver they had seen Maverick do.

Phoenix was leaning over her desk writing down some notes, this was the perfect moment. He stood gracefully from the desk – meaning he attempted to swing himself up only to get his foot caught on the seat and ended up falling to the ground in a heavy bunch. He groaned as Hangman’s laughter filled the room “smooth”, the familiar southern drawl mocked.

He stood stubbornly, glaring at the man, and stepped up to her desk popping down in the seat in front of her desk backwards. Laying his arms on the back of the chair so he could rest his chin on them comfortably and watch her. She looked up from her notes irritated at being disrupted, the mood didn’t shift upon seeing who had disrupted her, if anything she held back a groan. She didn’t have time for this today.

“What do you want Bradshaw” she asked irritated as her focus went back to her notes,

“Being around you makes it hard to think” he smirked, waiting for her to swoon but instead she rolled her eyes, “good thing you never had a brain to begin with Bradshaw” she said flatly. He blinked and Hangman let out a gruff laugh, Bobs lip twitched slightly as he attempted to push down his own smile.

Maverick walked I before he could respond.

He felt like his grin would split open his face as he jumped into his jeep, finally. She had agreed on a date, ill met you at the diner.

He can’t believe it took him this long to get her alone and all he had to do was ask her to grab lunch with him.

He shifted in his seat of the booth, his excitement bleeding though and the waiter gave him an odd looking. His head shot up when the bell went off when the door opened, he turned to look, I wonder if she dressed up for him. If she would smile and admit that she had fallen in love with him at first sight too. But what he saw made his smile flatter, Phoenix stood in the doorway. Her hair was in its classic bun she wore a sweater that seamed a tad big and jeans with her combat boots, having changed. But what made him pause was the causal arm Fanboy had swung over her shoulder while Coyote walked behind them.

“Hey” she smiled sliding into the booth, “I wonder if they have good burgers here”” she mused picking up the menu. Rooster sat there silently sliding over when Coyote slid into the booth next to him, the two boys talking causally as if they had been invited and not crashing his date. He blinked in confusion, how had it all gone so wrong? He swore he saw Coyotes lip twitch in amusement at him, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. He sat there ignoring the conversations around him as he picked at his chips, “Not eating Bradshaw?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow at the sullen man. “Not hungry” he muttered,

Pete raised a silent eyebrow as he listened to his godson spew about his girl trouble, he tried to comfort him, but the man seamed despite. “Bradly” he signed “do you really think I’m the one to go to for dating advice?”, the line was silent for a moment “your right” Bradly admitted before hanging up.

Pete huffed in amusement as he burrowed back into his husband’s chest, Tom signed lifting his book so he could rest his head on the man’s chest. “He still doesn’t know?” Tom asked running his hand through Pete’s hair, the smaller man shook his head. “God he’s as oblivious as I am” Pete complained, Toms lips twitched “well then” he mused “then maybe he only needs a nudge in the right direction”. Pete eyed the man suspiciously suddenly not trusting the mans motive btu was quickly distracted as he was pulled into a sweet embraced as his husband captured his lips with his.

5. The time they were so close.

Bradly narrowed his eyes as he watched Phoenix smile at Bob and lean over to kill him, on the lips. That’s- that’s totally a friend thing to do he declared drunkenly. The two had been all over each other all afternoon, Phoenix had sat in Bob’s lap for a while casting a permanently blush on the boy’s face. He really must stop drinking so much, he was becoming delusional.

He was fairly sure, he had seen Fanboy and Payback jacking each other off behind Penny’s bar, beside the dumpster too. It had to be a delusion. The two men didn’t even like each other. What the hell was wrong with his head?

“so” he started hesitantly, “your together?” he asked the couple. Bob had burrowed his head in Phoenix’s neck and the Phoenix was running her hand through her WSO hair, something he often saw her do. She blinked as a proud and relieved smile beaming at him, “yes” it looked as if the world has slipped of her shoulders, “you finally understand”.

He blinked, finally understood what? That he was mentally insane? How could his brain even think that they were together? Let alone Payback and Fanboy, now Phoenix the love of his life. Was in a relationship with her WSO, the baby of the group. The man she hardly spared a glance to, the man who she only talked to when she had too when they were training for their mission. The same man who all those nights back in Top gun that she had admitted to finding the man following her head like a puppy enduring but annoying. The man who couldn’t pull anything if his life depended on it, he frowned his eyebrows almost touching in his confusion. He stood and walked out onto the beach, pulling out his phone calling the one person he was sure could help him.

“Uncle Ice? I think I’m going insane” the gruff laughter on the other end didn’t help his case, he stared dumbly at the phone in his hand. “No Bradly, your just dumb and in love, as oblivious as your uncle as-”. He zoned out of the conversation when his uncle hadn’t swayed to his side, he didn’t deserve to be insulted. He was better than that. In triumphant, he hung up on Ice mid-sentence when was attempting to explain the situation he had found himself in. Ice blinked at the phone when the call ended, “dear god, I did not ask to deal with two of them” he rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly “I’m getting too old for this shit”. He picked up the phone again calling Phoenix, he hardly gave her time to speak before starting his own Spiel.

“Aright so Mitchells area as oblivious as a bone, you need to spell it out for them. So, this is what you’re going to do...”

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This was his chance, he waited confidently. He had it all planned out, a dinner and a walk down the beach. He had managed to hide the plans from the others, despite Hangman’s frowned glances towards him. They couldn’t stop him this time, he smiled as Phoenix walked into the room towards her usual seat.

Only something was different about her today, she wore a large Sweater that hung of her shoulder, it fell over her well-fitting jeans. He could swear he had seen the sweater before, he frowned slightly. Where?

He didn’t think too hard on it, that was until Hangman whistled playfully, "bloody hell, Floyd you traded up".

oh, Oh. That’s where he had seen it before, it was Bob’s.

No harm no foul, he was her WSO after all. They hang out all the time, and they had some weird sibling relationship happening, the joking and lingering touches. He didn’t doubt she had some of his clothes with how often they spent the night together after nights out at Hard Deck.

His gaze lingered on Bob's flustered face, oh wait that’s not normal. He's never seen the WSO flustered like that before. Why would the man be so flustered?

The lingering looks and touches made sense now, the jokes and knowing glances like they knew something they didn't. He looked at Phoenix’s smug face as she leaned over Bob's shoulders her head perched on his head efficiently tucking the WSO firmly under her chin. She tugged the blushing WSO collar down revealing the love bites, her eyes connecting with his as she leaned down to trace them possessively. Staking her claim.

He was so very wrong. He never had a chance.

Bloody hell they had practically flaunted themselves in front of him and he still hadn’t seen it. He groaned and let his head drop onto the desk in shame and embarrassment to the amusement of the others in the class.

Maverick chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "don’t worry kid, Ice had to do the same thing with me when we were in Top Gun. He practically had to make out with Slider in front of an Admiral before I believed he was even gay, despite he had been hitting on me since day one” his godfather said in amusement, “us Mitchells are oblivious to everything”.

“You knew” Bradly whinnied accusingly as he lifted his head to look at Maverick’s sheepish look, “Ice told me”, he said helplessly.

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 2 months

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for the ask game, how about......

"The smell of burning.... something woke (blank) from my/their sleep, an odd smell to accompany the snoring next to me/them."

Thank you!! I decided to use Val for this one, and took it in a slightly different direction - hope you enjoy! <3

The smell of burning woke Val from her sleep, an odd smell to accompany the snoring beside her. The hammock swayed gently in the summer breeze, and she had no idea how long she'd been asleep, only that it had been long enough for her usually energetic son to join her, George's head resting on her chest, tiny snores escaping his mouth with each breath.

Ron was stood over by the barbecue, muttering curses under his breath as he poked at the sausages he'd managed to char, brow furrowed in frustration at his culinary failure.

"Everything going well over there?" She called, and he could tell from her tone that she knew exactly what he'd done, a sleepy, teasing grin creasing her cheeks.

"Oh, just fantastic, honey."

#oc: valerie #val x ron #one sentence ask game

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emeritusemeritus · 9 months

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Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 11.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used. Threesomes, MMF Threesome, again No Twincest. Not beta-read nor spell checked, we die like Sirius ❤️

This chapter took on a life of it’s own and I’m not remotely sorry. I need a very cold shower now. 🌹

You walked out of the coffee shop feeling revitalised and refreshed from seeing your muggle best friend and her dad. You felt like you'd been recharged back in the muggle world and were excited to go back to the wizarding world once again. The small ounce of guilt at still not being able to chose between the twins was still present inside of you, the angst sitting at the base of your stomach never quite extinguishing itself, but for now it was manageable.

You'd been gone quite a while and you knew the twins would be waiting for you somewhere so you scurried out of the cafe and threw your arms around your friend as you both babbled about missing each other and seeing each other soon.

Adam pulled you into a hug as you said goodbye and as you pulled away, you noticed two figures off in the distance, a familiar shade of red flashing in your mind.

You grabbed Val by the hand as you pulled away from Adam and subtly nodded towards where the twins were stood trying to be subtle about watching and waiting for you. She lets out a small gasp and pulls you in for a hug again, whispering in your ear, "that's them?! They're so tall! No wonder you can't chose!"

You laugh and say goodbye again, telling her that you'd write, reminding her once again that your 'boarding school' is Scotland doesn't allow telephones.

You make your way over to the twins who have wide smiles on their faces as you approach.

"Enjoy seeing your friend princess?" Fred asks, as George suspiciously bumps your hand against his, as if he intended to hold it.

"It was great thank you, I'm sorry if I'm late," you apologise, walking instep with them as you head back towards Diagon alley. You reach to take your bag from George's shoulder but he doesn't let you carry it, responding to your protests with an overly innocent smile. You notice they've bought a couple of bits from the joke shop, namely the no heat fireworks.

Upon returning to Diagon alley, you nipped into sugarplum's sweet shop to get a box of chocolates for Molly and Arthur as a little thank you gift for taking you in this week, managing to get a selection box full of Molly's favourites. You only hoped they didn't melt in the heat on the way home.

You found Harry, Ginny and Ron a little while later outside of Wiseacre's and had all set out to meet Molly and Arthur, ready to return home. As you were walking down the street, Fred mumbled something to George and they walked off ahead looking at a boarded up shop at the top of the street, one that you'd never really noticed before, next to the quidditch supply shop and a few shops up from Ollivanders.

Just as you walked around the corner towards the leaky cauldron a few fat drops of rain hit you unexpectedly. Within mere seconds, a loud crack above you rang out and all the heavens opened up, instantly soaking you all. Everyone fled like their life depended on it, desperate to get out of the rain that was bucketing it down.

Ginny squealed as you all ran straight towards the leaky cauldron where you'd planned to meet their parents, narrowly avoiding the dangerous, slippy cobblestones. George grabbed your hand as you ran, ensuring you stayed close by him and not getting caught up or pulled away in the rush of others fleeing.

You finally made it to the leaky cauldron and heaved a breath of relief as you ran under the shelter, each of you soaked to the skin. You began laughing at the sudden turn of events as you looked at your friends, seeing that they all looked like drowned rats.

Ron's hair was stuck flat to his face, Ginny looked horrified as she tried to ring out her hair whilst Harry attempted to de-fog his glasses, shaking his shoulders to try and get off excess water.

Fred and George were vigorously shaking their heads in the corner, like dogs to try and dry their long hair a little, unbothered by who might be on the receiving end of their splattering.

"Are you sure you're not animagi?" You joked as they stopped whipping their hair about.

You pulled the hair bobbles out of your hair and untangled your wet braids, hoping to release a little of the water and checked your clothes, ringing out the bottom of your skirt in a sad attempt to dry off.

Arthur barked out a laugh as you all rounded the corner and saw them sat at one of the large family style tables whilst Molly at least attempted to stifle her laugh. With a flick of her wand, you were all dried immediately, now just looking entirely unkempt as you made your way to the car.

When you arrived back at the Burrow, the rain was still going strong, the blistering sun and heat of the day just a memory now as it tipped it down with no sign of stopping.

Molly had been to the little street vendor just outside Diagon Alley and had collected a selection of vegetables for dinner and immediately set to washing and chopping them up when you returned. You offered to help her but she declined, telling you to go with your friends and have fun. You had flicked the kettle on to make a cup of tea, wanting something warming and soothing after getting wet in the rain and made sure to secretly make her one too, just as a small token of appreciation. You left it next to the chopping board as she nipped into the pantry, just so she'd know it was for her.

When you turned back to the lounge, the twins weren't there and so you made your way up to their bedroom, pausing briefly to knock on the door before you entered.

"What are you two plotting?" You asked, seeing them huddled around on the bed, their purchases from the day laid out in front of them. You closed the door and walked straight to their chest of drawers and pulled out one of their big sweaters that you wanted to wear, the softest one you could find. You peeled off your little summer top and then your bra, wanting to feel comfortable and cozy as the rain carried on and then slipped the soft, green jumper over your body. You couldn't help but lift the sleeve of the jumper up to your nose and try to subtly smell the comforting blend of them both, feeling cosier already.

When you turned slightly, you felt their eyes upon you; they were watching you with rapt attention, clearly not missing you getting undressed or your little weird smell test. You switched out your socks for a pair of big, fluffy ones, wiggling your toes at the overwhelming comfort you felt. You blushed under their gaze and bent down to reach for a big claw clip you kept in your case, clipping back your hair until you showered later. You kept your skirt on from earlier, still wanting to feel a little cute and turned to climb onto the bed with them, sensing that they were watching your every move.

"What?" You asked as you climbed onto the bed, noticing their eyes still trained on you.

"Has she ever looked more beautiful to you?" Fred says to George who shakes his head in reply.

"Didn't think it was possible," he answers, looking utterly smitten. You have to fight the blush that threatens to break out over your face as you tell them to stop.

"Have you two accidentally drank some love potions?" You joke, reaching out to grab the firework they'd procured from the joke shop, looking it over.

"Don't need it princess," Fred says smugly, reaching out for you as he pulls you closer, sliding you across the bed until you nearly end up in his lap. As he drags you, your skirt flips up and exposed your lilac, lace panties which George openly stares at. You rush to cover yourself again as Fred begins kissing your neck, enjoying the sight and feel of you squirming in his lap. You laugh as his kisses turn to blowing raspberries on your neck and manage to break free, sitting down beside him as you lounge on the bed.

"Think your mum would mind if I had a bath later? The rain makes me feel so cozy." You ask, stretching out your legs as he lean back against Fred's pillows.

"Sure she wouldn't mind angel," George says, as Fred simply shrugs, focusing back on the fireworks in front of them. You pull out your book from off the bedside table and begin reading, knowing that they didn't need your help right now.

"George focus," Fred says sharply after a minute or two as they tinker about. You look over to the squabbling siblings and see George rapidly blinking, as if he's trying to focus himself. His hips move subtly in a way you know exactly what it means as you notice the way he's slightly hunched over, making a little grin appear on your face as you think of the ways you could mess with him.

"Georgie, everything alright?" You put on your most innocent look at you s glance at him with doe eyes, biting your lip for effect as your voice drips smoothly like caramel. You don't miss the slight widening of his eyes at your voice and of your words as he fumbles for a reply. His hips shift again and you move your sock covered foot and smooth leg to rub against his clothed thigh, opening your legs with the movement and 'accidentally' flashing the crotch of your panties to him.

"Merlin," he mutters as he catches sight of your light purple panties underneath your skirt and you knew right then that you'd got him. He adjusts himself in his trousers, wiggling his hips once again, still trying to hide the fact that he's hard.

"Oi, what's up with you?" Fred says, completely oblivious, briefly looking up towards his brothers face before going back to his project.

George's gaze suddenly slips to your face and catches your smug little smirk, realising then that you'd been playing him all along. Without a moments hesitation, he lunges for you and reaches out to grab your ankles, pulling you closer to him and exposing your panties once again as your skirt rides up with the movement.

"Little minx trying to rile me up, think you could get away with it that easily?" He asks darkly as his long, deft fingers begin to stroke your exposed thighs, the sensation alone making your nipples harden under their sweater. Dominant George was not something you often encountered but by god it was arousing when it came out. "It is just a game for you, trying to get me hard and aching in my trousers?"

"No, no Georgie," you say weakly, though he can see straight through it.

"Tell me right now why I shouldn't bend you over my knee and spank you, right here in front of Fred," he says, gripping onto your thighs. You gasp, mind going blank at the very thought as your arousal pools, starting to seep into your panties.

Suddenly he smirks and looks down at you with a dark grin. "Seems to me that's exactly what you want, so why should I make it easy for you?"

He suddenly throws your legs off of him, pulling away and leaving you aroused and exposed on the bed. You have to fight back a whine at the sudden loss of contact but you just about manage to stay silent as you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Be good for us and you'll get what you need later."

Just like that, the moment is over and you're reeling, wondering how exactly you teasing George had turned into you dripping wet and without any satisfaction, the lingering feeling of his hands on your thighs only worsening your problem. You turn your head to see George has left the room and you're alone with Fred on the bed.

"Don't look at me for help princess, you started it teasing Georgie," he says, sensing your gaze at him. You huff and roll over onto your front, not even bothering to flip your skirt back down. George comes back in a few minutes later and you hardly acknowledge each other, a strange tension passing between you both as neither of you know how to communicate after your little interaction.

A little while later, Fred curses as one of the fireworks slips out of his hands and immediately ignites on the floor, sparking it and omitting a loud whine as it crackles. George immediately pulls you closer to him, straight onto his lap, trying to shield you from the incoming explosion as Fred dives out of the way.

The room is immediately filled with noise and pyrotechnics, prisms of colour and shapes sparking and exploding midair as it flies around the room at high velocity, bouncing off the walls and nearly knocking down the books on the top bookshelf in the corner. Eventually it begins to slow, the noise fading to a quiet whine as it begins to crackle and splinter until it erupts into a loud bang, the last remaining gunpowder detonating into a resounding bang as coloured powder explodes from within it. The powder magically fades and settles into the air, leaving a smog in the small room that lingers for minutes after.

You immediately hear Molly yelling as she climbs the stairs, her voice getting louder and louder with her approach as she begins calling the twins names with vengeance.

She slams open the door, already fired up and yelling at the boys, pausing only briefly when she sees you in George's lap, clearly him protecting you from the firework, shock evident on both of your faces. You fight to climb off of him, having to act neutral and you immediately apologise to her, telling her it was an accident.

She softens a little, seeing your remorse the slight fear in your eyes from the surprise of the firework before turning to the boys who now stand together, pointing and wagging her finger at them, berating them for setting off the firework inside.

"Sorry mum," they mumble in unison, looking down at the floor in remorse which you doubted was real, until Molly walked out of the door, telling you that tea was almost ready.

"Well at least we know not to drop them," Fred chuckles, moving the other fireworks to the desk, handling them a little more carefully now.

George moves to stand behind you, slipping his hand down to your bum underneath your skirt, giving you a little fright at the unexpected contact.

"Don't think I've forgotten earlier Angel," he whispers in your ear, patting your bum gently, making you immediately want to squeeze your thighs together for a hint of relief.

Molly calls you all for tea and you sit beside the twins as you eat the delicious chicken and vegetable stew she'd made from the fresh veg she'd bought earlier. The main chatter is about the torrential rain that had still not stopped nor slowed all evening, a stark contrast to the hot summer day you'd expected. As the meal comes to an end, you ask Molly if she'd mind you having a bath rather than a shower and she of course agrees, even going as far as to tell you where her best bath salts and oils were if you wanted to use them.

After dinner you walked into the twin's room to gather some bits for your bath, fresh pyjamas, panties and your hairbrush when George walked in without Fred, giving you a smug little look.

"I want you to do something for me, Angel," he says, grabbing something off the desk before walking up to you and linking your free hand with his.

"Anything Georgie."

He leans down and whispers in your ear, dangerously close and low in tone, "don't touch yourself in the bath... I'll know."

He then parts your hands and walks back out of the door, shooting you a little wink as he exits, "enjoy your bath."

You take a deep breath once George had left, steadying yourself from the overwhelming arousal coursing through your body. You'd been a little on edge since your altercation earlier and you felt like you were on a hair trigger now.

You huffed out a breath and set off towards the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you as you began to run the bath, adding a few bath oils that Molly had told you to use earlier. You kept the claw clip in your hair and stripped down, placing your fresh clothes on the little, wooden chair whilst your old ones were strewn carelessly on the floor, everything except the twins' jumper, that was hung against the back of the chair. When the bath was the perfect temperature, you stepped in and felt yourself relax almost instantly.

The hot water, soothing oils and the sound of the heavy rain falling against the roof was enough to make you feel cozy and relaxed, your naked body shifting down in the water until only the tops of your breasts were visible. You laid there and thought back to the day you'd had, smiling as you thought of Val and finally seeing her again. But then you remembered the little tally and the questions of trying to chose and your face fell again, reminding you of the inevitable expiry date on one, if not both, of your relationships.

You tried to think of something else to push down these negative thoughts and immediately thought of George earlier and the promise you'd made. Truthfully, you'd had no intention of touching yourself whilst you were in the bath but it seemed that his words, the low whisper into your ear and the dominant actions earlier had all fuelled a fire within you so that now it was the only thing you could think about.

Your nipples began to harden in the water, just poking out from the layer of bubbles on the surface as you thought of George and by extension, Fred. You were suddenly overwhelmingly aware that you were completely naked, aroused and completely bare and there truly was nothing to stop you from slipping your hand down between your legs if you wanted to, but you couldn't.

You wanted your boyfriends desperately, needing a resolve to your erotic torment and the slight risk that you wouldn't get what you needed was enough to stop your hand from wandering, instead choosing to push those aroused thoughts from your mind and focus on the pitter patter of the rain. It didn't work and suddenly your nice and relaxing bath turned to be a mere obstacle to the pleasure you craved.

You quickly pulled the plug out of the bath allowing the water to drain as you stepped out and into a big fluffy towel. You shot a look at your clothes on the chair and thought twice, gathering them in your arms rather than putting them on, seeing them as only one more barrier.

You crept down to the twins room, opening and closing the door behind you as they looked at you in surprise at your lack of clothes, though the towel covered everything.

"Did you enjoy your bath princess?" Fred asks innocently, though his tone conveying the same thing. He looks like he can barely contain a knowing smirk, much like his very smug looking brother.

"It was lovely thank you," you said, not biting. You walked over to the hamper and threw your dirty clothes in, including their jumper from today and instead of dressing, you bent down to reach for something in your case, absently searching as your mind considered all the possibilities on how you were going to seduce them.

You'd first go for the easy, straight shot. You knew they were watching you, you could feel the heat of their gazes upon your skin and so you bit back a smirk, reached up to pull the clip out of your hair, loosened your towel just slightly at the top and moved to stand up. Of course, your loosely wrapped towel couldn't withstand the movement and as you stood up straight, the towel fell completely off, landing in a heap at your feet. You let out a well timed gasp as if you were reacting and pretended to scramble for the towel one again.

"Merlin," both boys cursed as they watched your towel fall, seeing you deliciously nude before them.

"Angel, come here," George said in a clipped tone, not leaving any metaphorical room for you to protest. As you tired to pick up the towel, he added, "you don't need that."

You made your way over to George and felt a strange nervousness in the act, never having been so fully bare in front of both twins before, your body on display and your relationship with both completely bare for either to see. You'd teased each other and kissed, cuddled and so on with the other twin there but you'd never taken the next step in front of the other so this was all new.

"Look at you," George muses as you move to stand behind the bed where he's sitting on the edge, his hands immediately running over your hips as his eyes struggle to focus on just one part of your nude body, eventually focusing on your breasts that are perked up in front of his face. "So beautiful," he adds, one hand coming up to entwine with yours before he drags you onto the bed, keeping your hands together at all times.

You lie beneath the brothers who both look like they could eat you for supper, their greeny brown eyes darkening and dangerously arousing looks washing over their faces.

"We've been talking, princess," Fred says, leaning closer to you in the bed, his hand coming up to brush your hair back from your face. "You left Georgie all riled up and it was a little unfair wasn't it." His hand slowly creeps down onto your shoulder and across your chest, stroking little patterns into your skin. "And me, well I felt a little left out princess. So we decided that if you want us, both, with you right now," he teases, soft fingers slipping down to the curve of your breast, "you can have all of us together."

"So no one is left out," George adds softly, his other hand that isn't entwined with yours begins to tease your other breast, fingers circling but never directly touching your pebbled nipple.

Their words cause a wave of fresh arousal to wash over you and you can't help but squirm just a little at the overwhelming sensation, your dripping pussy desperate for relief.

"What do you think Georgie, do your think she wants it?" Fred teases, seeing your hips squirming at their words.

"I'd say so Freddie," George adds, the same teasing tone to his voice, "look at her little nipples, already so hard for us." George drags his middle finger over your nipple and you can't hide the gasp that slips out at the delicious contact.

"Need you to say it princess," Fred says, his own fingers reaching down to playfully pluck at your other nipple, "do you want us both?"

"Yes, godric, yes," you moan, no longer denying yourself, writhing in anticipation. George squeezes your hand lightly in acknowledgement before both brothers look at each other and let out a perfectly synchronised chuckle.

They immediately both latch onto your breasts and begin their attack, Fred sucking hard on your left nipple whilst George kisses around your right, his tongue lapping over the nipple every couple of seconds. Your hips surge again and you try to rub your thighs together for relief.

"Ah ah ah," Fred teases, slipping his right hand down to your thighs, pulling them apart and exposing your wet pussy to the room as he holds your thigh in place, "be patient sweetheart, we've got you." You can't help the little whine that escapes you, his words and their joint actions eliciting a desperate noise to fall from your mouth.

"Think she's good and wet for us Fred?" George asks, his hand squeezing your breast as he begins to suck at your sensitive nipple.

You feel Fred's hand creep up your thigh until he touches your unobstructed slit, instantly feeling the wetness there, so much that it's clinging to the inside of your thighs and pooling on the bedsheets below.

"Merlin princess," Fred curses, feeling just how aroused you are. "I think she likes this Georgie."

"She's not the only one," he mumbles into your breast, reaching down to openly adjust himself in his trousers.

"What do you need baby? Want Fred to put his fingers in you?" George whispers, eliciting another whimper from you as you nod, your hand free reaching out to touch Fred's chest, as if trying to summon him closer. Fred chuckles at your reaction as his fingers begin to run through your soaked pussy folds, dragging the wetness around until he slowly sinks one of his long, perfect fingers into your heat. George captures your lips just in time to stop you from moaning too loudly as Fred's fingers begin slowly pumping inside of you, first one and then a second one just a few moments later. George kisses you with such passion that your knees fall completely open, resting against the legs of each boy as Fred's fingers bring you higher and higher. His thumb makes contact with your sensitive nub and you keen into George's mouth.

You break your hand away from George's and begin running each hand over their chests and down their torsos, desperate to feel them. Your hips surge again as you reach out and feel both of their cocks bulging in their trousers, just as Fred's fingers hook up inside you and touch the magical spot that makes your eyes roll back. You begin to paw at their trouser fixings, well past being able to undo their buttons and the boys instantly take notice and fumble to pull off their clothes. George was already shirtless so that was one obstacle out of the way and Fred slings his T-shirt away with the rest of his clothes as you all lie naked on the bed, completely bare for each other.

Fred's fingers immediately find their way back to your waiting pussy and your hands reach down to grab hold of their cocks, feeling the delicious weight of them in your palms. They moan in unison as you slowly begin pumping them, your pleasure only increasing with their own. George kisses you again as his hands wander on your body, never moving far from your breasts as Fred begins to suck at your neck, breathing heavily and mumbling broken curses into your skin as you continue to pump them, gaining a little speed just how you knew they liked.

"I need to taste you," George moans into your mouth as you run your thumb over their sensitive tips as you stroke, smirking as you feel the beads of precum leaking from both of them.

Fred hears his brother's words and slips his fingers out of you, beginning to manoeuvre you so that you were on your hands and knees. He lies beneath you, his beautifully hard cock straining against his belly as George slips behind you, lying between Fred's shins so that you could put your wet heat directly over his face. He grabs you by the hips once he's in position and immediately latches onto your pussy, moaning at the taste of your evident arousal. His tongue laps at all your little folds, sucking each labia into his mouth as he teases you before kissing your little hole. He then runs his tongue up your slit and latches onto your clit, giving it little teasing sucks as his tongue swirls around it, making you want to scream. Fred pulls forward, anticipating it and captures your lips just in time, swallowing your moan as your eyes close in sheer bliss.

George is like a man addicted, leaving no part of your pussy unattended as he licks, kisses and sucks with perfect precision. He begins lazily tasting you, teasing you as he feels you beginning to climax, wanting to hold off on your orgasm for a little while longer.

You push Fred back down onto the bed by his chest and eagerly look at his abandoned cock, seeing the deep pink tone, the rigid hardness and the bulging vein underneath and you can't help but reach out at grab him at the base. You slowly shift your body down so that George could still feast on you whilst you aligned yourself with Fred's cock.

You tentatively stretched out your tongue and licked away the little dribble of precum from his tip as he groaned loudly. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you looked up at him and saw that his eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back as he enjoyed your movements. You gently squeezed his cock, forcing him to look up at you as you held eye contact with him and slowly sunk down on his length, taking him as far as you could as you sucked. He let out another moan and squeezed his eyes shut as you began sucking up and down his length on a rhythm you know he loved. You couldn't take you're eyes off of him, fixated on his pleasure filled face and heaving chest as your left hand moved to grab his hand, entwining your fingers. Resting on your elbow, you were able to pump the base of him with your hand, working in sync with your mouth to leave no single spot of his cock untouched. You flattened your tongue and ran a stripe down his length and towards his balls, sucking each one delicately into your mouth as your hand reached up to pump him again, focusing on his tip and just under his ridge. His chest was heaving, face flushed red as he bit down on his lip hard to stop from shouting, his gaze alternating between looking at you with wide, adoring eyes and squeezing tightly shut to avoid cumming too soon.

George's slow licking and sucking fixed on your clit again and you couldn't help but slowly begin to roll your hips in time with your sucking, rocking your hips over George's face as he moaned. His hands were gripping your bum hard, spreading your cheeks and massaging the skin. His hand lifted off of you for a brief second before coming down hard and sparking your right cheek, eliciting a gasp and a moan from you, all of which vibrated into Fred's cock, causing him to moan.

You pulled off of Fred just briefly to cry out, "please, want you inside, need it." You had no idea who you were asking, not caring enough to decide right now as you fought off your climax. George immediately pulled away from you and switched places with his twin, sliding in in front of you whilst Fred knelt on the bed behind you.

George kissed you passionately and you could taste your own arousal on his tongue, making you involuntarily clench. You reached your hand down and began stroking him, leaning over to spit onto his cock to lubricate it, his head falling back onto his shoulders at the sexy action. You couldn't help but pump his perfect cock, paying close attention to the delicious little upward curve he had, swiping his precum with your thumb before bringing it to your lips for a taste, watching as his mouth opened and his eyes looked at you in adoration, glassy with arousal.

"You ready for me princess?" You heard Fred say from behind you as he lined himself up, stroking his cock through your wet folds as you moaned out. It dragged across your clit perfectly and you couldn't help but roll your hips trying to make more and more contact. He suddenly slipped into you and pulled your hips back all the way so that he was buried deep within you, your head tossing back in pleasure at the sensation of finally feeling full.

Fred's hips rolled at he plunged himself into you with an eye rolling intensity, both of you already so worked up from your foreplay. You could help but moan as his cock hit all the right spots inside you, stretching you out and making your knees shake. George saw how close you were to crying out and immediately pressed his thumb to your lips for you to suck on. You continued pumping him again as you looked straight into his eyes, both of you wordlessly conversing as you looked at eachother, silently showing the other everything you felt, even as you were getting railed by his twin.

You felt Fred shift behind you, kneeling forward as his hand snaked around your hip to bring his long fingers to pluck at your sensitive, swollen nub. You sucked hard on George's thumb to stop your moans from spilling out as you stoked him quickly, paying perfect attention to his sensitive tip. His other hand groped and massaged your swaying tits, pinching and toying with your hard nipples as you keened, hips rolling against Fred as you fucked your self on his cock.

You could feel your climax building as Fred railed into you, hips stuttering as he reached his own end, curses and moans growled into the air as his fingers expertly circled your clit. Your walls clenched hard on him as your orgasm overtook you, clamping down around his twitching cock as he slammed your hips into his one last time. He held you tightly to him as his length twitched inside of you, spouting ropes of hot cum deep within you, your clenching walls milking every drop as he groaned your name.

Instantly needing more, you shifted your hips so that you were lying almost flat on the bed, Fred's cock still buried inside you as you took George's waiting length into your mouth, moaning around him at the taste. He cursed and instantly reached up to grab your hair, keeping it out of your face as he watched his cock disappearing between your lips.

Fred had begun slowly rocking into you again, your over sensitive pussy and his cock twitching at the overstimulated that drove you both crazy before he slowly pulled out, falling limply onto the bed. You could feel his cum begin to drip out, knowing what that did to him and it only fuelled your passion for the brothers even more.

George suddenly pulled you off his cock and threw you onto the bed so that you were lying down as he towered above you, cock hard and leaking as he shifted your legs onto his shoulders.

He plunged into you without warning and you cried out before clamping down on your bottom lip to stifle the cries. In this position the slight curve of his cock hit just the right spot, dragging along the spongy part inside you that had you seeing stars as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of you until you were sure he was in your tummy. His hands reached up to cup your bouncing breasts at your hands grabbed and scratched at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the insane pleasure. His hair fell in front of his face as he thrusted and you tried to keep it out of his face as he leaned down to kiss you, all sloppy tongues and teeth, desperately taking what he could from you.

You couldn't help but feel the pleasure building again, only fuelled more as he pulled back and Fred's hand ghosted across your tummy and down to your clit as he rubbed in short, sharp circles. Your walls began clenching again and George cried out a mixture of curses and 'angel's' as his own climax crested. You came suddenly, the white hot heat taking over your body as his hips dove into you with an astounding force, your body folded up like a pretzel as he came with a silent roar, never once stopping his brutal thrusting.

Fred's hand pulled away from your overstimulated clit as soon as he knew you'd ridden out your pleasure and when George pulled out and slipped your legs down, you fell limply back onto the bed in a pile of mush.

You could feel George's cum mix with Fred's as it leaked out of you, onto your ass and then onto the already slick bedsheets as you fought to catch your breath. George fell onto the bed on your other side, leaving you sandwiched once again between the twins, each of you naked, flushed and more satisfied than you'd ever felt.

George's softening cock was pressed to your thigh, smearing the last remnants of his cum and tour arousal onto your skin as Fred reached up to turn your head towards him. He gave you a sensual kiss, hand grabbed around the curve of your jaw as he kissed you passionately, linking your right hand with his. George also linked your other hand with his own and turned you to him to capture your lips once you'd broken away from Fred.

You had no sense of time or space anymore, the only sign that it was late were the dark, rainy skies outside the window. The rain had never stopped and had only served as background white noise to your activities, the constant falling drops the only noise you could hear right now as you all recovered from your activities.

"Can we do that everyday?" You said dreamily, breaking the comfortable silence. You felt George chuckle against you, his body pressed more tightly to your side than Fred who was lounging on his back, one hand still entwined with yourself whilst his other arm covered his eyes.

"Happily," Fred mumbles, turning and pressing himself closer to you. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard and that's saying something with you princess." If you were more aware of things you'd probably blush at his praise but you were still off in dreamland after being fucked silly.

"Agreed," George adds, "bloody hell." He rubs his hands over his face, the ghost of his blissful smile still etched upon his features.

The back of your mind tells you to get up, clean yourself and get dressed but you're frozen in the moment, mind vacant and calm as you snuggle into your boyfriends sides.

Time passes and you all eventually moved to het cleaned off and dressed into your nightwear as you lounge around the room, chatting and reading well into the night until you all climb into bed to sleep. The twins had changed the sheets whilst you went and cleaned up and Fred had thought to spill a little pumpkin juice on the sheets so that it wouldn't seem suspicious that the sheets were needing to be washed again.

Later that night after goodnight kisses, you were cuddled into Fred's chest with George's body pressed tightly against your back, his arm slung around you as you laid awake, listening to their steady breathing and little soft snores, mostly from George behind you. You felt completely at peace, with both of them surrounding you and the rain pouring down outside the window. The three of you completely in sync with no battle in your heart between the both, loved equal in every sense.

You wished it could be like this all the time, just three souls linked together in harmony. It was always best when the three of you were together; Fred and George were the other half of each other, complimenting and completing each other, always in sync and you fit in with them perfectly. The threesome you'd just had was a perfect example of that. Would you be happier if you didn't have to chose?

You didn't know how it would even work but it was a much better thought then having to choose between the two boys you loved.

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dragon-kazansky · 1 year

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Happy Ice day

Happy Birthday Val 🥰💕

Iceman x Reader

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It's Iceman's birthday, but he hasn't mentioned it once. That doesn't mean all his dear friends don't know.

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From the moment he woke up he didn't say a word. You watched him rise from the bed and head into the bathroom to start his morning routine. You could only sigh softly as the door clicked shut behind him.

It's his birthday, but he hadn't mentioned it at all. That didn't mean you would forget about it.

Your phone pings beside you on the nightstand so you roll over and pick it up. It's Ron, or Slider as he's known, Tom's old pal and RIO during their flying days.

Sli: We still on?

You: Still on!

You put the phone back when you hear Tom come back into the bedroom. He runs his eyes slightly and goes to pick up his glasses from his bedside table. You chuckle as he puts them on and looks at you.

"That's better," he smiles.

"Very handsome."

He chuckles and then reaches for his robe. While he puts it on you get out of bed and make a start to your day. Everything was going to be perfect for him, whether he noticed it or not.

Breakfast was made and ready for him by the time he came downstairs all dressed and ready for his day. He sat down in his usual seat and thanked you, smiling as he did so. You smile back and join him, bringing over some juice for the pair of you.

"Tom?"

He looks up at you.

"Ron and Pete are going to be at The Hard Deck later. Bradley is going to play a little piano, so I hear. Would you like to go?" You ask, prompting him.

Tom smiles.

"Do you want to go?" He asks.

"I would like to, yes."

You smile, knowing you got him. That look in his eyes gives him away.

"Then we shall go."

Tom helps you tidy up after breakfast and you head upstairs to get his present, which you will hide in your bag until you get to the bar.

When you arrive, Slider and Mav are already there. Ron and his wife are sitting at a table in the corner, while Maverick is chatting up Penny behind the bar. Rooster is sitting at the piano playing the keys gently. You lead Ice into the room and wave at the Kerner's as you approach their table.

Tom pulls out a chair for you and sit down. Ice sits next to you. Looking around the room, Ice takes note of the lack of customers in the bar. In fact, the only customers are them and a few of the Top Gun students.

Ice leans in close to you.

"What are we doing here?" He asks, narrowing his eyes slightly. You just smile in response.

Mav and Penny come over. Penny places a tray of drinks on the table and takes a seat beside you. Everyone reaches for their chosen drink, Mav having already ordered for you and Ice.

"To the birthday boy!" Mav grins.

"Happy birthday!!" Everyone cheers.

Ice sits in silent shock. His eyes drift to you who is smiling at him sweetly.

"My birthday?"

You nod your head.

"You didn't think I forgot, did you?" You ask him.

"We never do anything for my birthday," he tells you. It's true. He doesn't really celebrate it. You'll get him a cake that you'll share at home, but that's about it.

Ice looks at you with gentle eyes.

"You wanted to come here because you planned this."

You nod.

"It was my idea. I reached out and asked if you had plans, when they told me no, I thought we could all surprise you for drinks and a sing song with Bradshaw," Ron explains.

Tom nods his head softly. You reach out and take his face in your hands when you see tears threatening to spill. He smiles at you as you turn his face to look at you.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asks, whispering with a smile.

"You could kiss me."

He chuckles and does just that. He leans in and steals a kiss.

"Cheers to Iceman!" Maverick grins.

Everyone raises their glass.

"Cheers!"

Iceman chuckles as he wipes his eyes from under his glasses. You lean into his side with a smile and put your drink back onto the table. You reach into your bag for his present.

"I got you something."

"You didn't have to do that," he says.

"I wanted to. It's your birthday and I'm very lucky I get to share it with you. So, I got you something."

You hand over the present. Ice takes it from you and unwrap it with care.

Now the tears actually fall.

In his hand Ice holds a photograph. You're both much younger in it. Maverick and Slider are there, Wolfman in the background. Hollywood poking his head into frame.

Some years ago there was a reunion for Tom's Top Gun class. It had been a few years since their time at Top Gun, and Ice had married you in between that time, but everyone was pretty much the same.

Ice looks up at you.

"Where did you get this?" He asks.

"Penny has a surprising amount of Navy photos," you chuckle. "She found this and contacted me, thinking you might want it. Knowing this wasn't a photo you have back home, I told her I would be happy to take it. So it's my gift to you," you tell him.

Ice wraps an arm around you and pulls you into him, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You chuckle as you wrap your arms around him.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear.

You smile.

"I love you too, Tom. Always and forever."

Celebrating his birthday with his few close friends became tradition after that, and that photo now sits in his office among his others on full display for him to look back on every year.

You made every one very special and he loved that.

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Novi Val chap. 4

previous chapter masterlist draco x fem reader

Training with ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ has gone well to say the least. You trained every day, for weeks. You learn a lot every practice. You also felt closer to your peers. You started to hang out with people other than Luna, and you don’t mean that in a bad way. She’s nice and quirky and honest, but it’s nice to have other people to hang around with.

On free days you would find yourself hanging out with Hermione, Ron and Harry when not with Luna. The three of them were a joy to be around and they made you feel included as best they could. It wasn’t when you were with Theo and his friends. Theodore forced you in, and the trio made you comfortable enough that you could come if you wanted; or didn’t want.

It’s a shame that you would split up with them during Christmas break, you had to go home and they were going who-knows-where. You would much rather be with them or Luna over break, but that wasn’t an option for you. Your father made that very clear in the most recent letter he sent you.

“..it is of utmost importance that you and I have a talk once you arrive at the manor.”

It wouldn’t surprise you if your father had caught wind about your newfound friends and doesn’t approve. It was no secret your father loathes anyone who is not Slytherin, including you. When you were sorted into Ravenclaw it wasn’t only your brother who was disappointed, it was your father as well. After your first year he had threatened not to send you back. You had to plead with him to let you go back. Promising that you’ll prove yourself to him and keep your grades up, and you did.

“Y/N.. you should visit us during break.” Ron said, breaking you from your thoughts. You started eating breakfast with the trio when Luna wasn’t there. Which was often.

You looked at him with a sad smile, “I would love that.. but I’m not sure if my father would allow me to do that.. I’m sure you know how my family is.”

“That’s true, Y/N, now thinking about it you’re different from the other pure-blood families..” Hermione said, before looking at Ron “ Uh, the death eater ones I mean.”

You felt weird now.

“My father.. Isn’t a death eater.”

The air was tense. “But he was? Wasn’t he?” Hermione countered.

“Well I mean.. Yeah, but that doesn’t define me.. Or my brother.”

God, you need to get out of here.

It was quiet until Harry finally spoke up, “Well yeah of course, not. Not you at least, but your brother-”

You cut him off before he could finish. You abruptly stood from your spot. Whatever he was about to say you didn’t want to hear it. “Excuse me, I need to get ready to leave.”

You’d be a liar to say you weren’t ashamed of your father’s past. It left a stain on you and your brother. Things are different now. Right?

Just because your brother is Slytherin and one of Umbridge’s henchmen now doesn’t make him a bad guy. Just because he and Draco’s gang has tried countless times to catch ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ in the act, doesn’t make him a bad guy. Honestly, it's a wonder he hasn’t seen you yet. Those Weasley twin’s smoke bombs work wonders.

Theo’s still the big brother that comforted you after mother’s death. Even though you should have been the one to comfort him. He was the one that saw it. He’s the one that defended you from father’s wrath after he heard you were put into Ravenclaw. He was so sweet, he could never follow down the wrong path like father once had. He’s different.

When you were walking away from the table you heard Ron scold his two friends “Great going guys, she hates us now.”

That was wrong. You didn’t hate them. You hated yourself. You hated Draco, who would snicker whenever you walked past. You hated that your parents had you at such an old age. You hated the whole pure-blood versus muggles and half-bloods thing. You hated the war and everything that came with it. You hated you-know-who.

You hated how life was cruel.

You hated that you should be grateful for your privilege. You just wish it was given to someone else.

You found yourself sprinting to go collect your luggage from your shared bedroom, wanting to leave as soon as possible. You grabbed your stuff and quickly walked through the groups of kids that were wishing each other farewell. Eventually you found yourself in front of Hogwarts, looking for your brother. He was the only one you wanted to see right now. Then you saw him, he was standing by a train with his luggage on the ground next to him.

He was standing with Draco and Blaise, no surprise there. You walked over to them and did something you couldn’t imagine yourself ever doing before. Lest it kill you from embarrassment.

You embraced Theo in a hug, dropping your stuff on the ground next to you. You dug your head into his chest. After a few moments the boy wrapped his arms around you. You missed this, you missed him. You missed when life was easy.

You didn’t care if the two other boys were giving you weird looks, or if they weren’t. You don’t care if everyone in the vicinity was watching you, or if they weren’t.

“What’s wrong, Duckling?” he whispered, so that only you could hear. That was a name he hasn’t called you in years. It came to be because you would always follow him around the manor, like a lost duckling.

You hugged him a little harder.

“I missed this.”

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You didn’t sit by your brother on the train ride back. He had already told Draco, Blaise, and Pansy that he’d sit with them. You would rather die than sit with them. At first, you were alone but then the familiar trio found their way to you.

“We’re really sorry about earlier.” Hermione said after knocking and opening the door to your car.

“Yeah, we feel awful.” Harry added.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything negative towards them. Even if you had wanted to, which is good because you did not want to.

“It’s okay, I think I overreacted anyway. I even went all the way to embarrass myself afterwards.” you felt yourself heat up, post-embarrassment finally sinking it. It honestly felt nice in the moment, but you wish you waited until you were back at the manor to do such a thing.

Ron laughed, “The hug thing- yeah we caught sight of that, it was-”

Hermione shut him up by smacking his shoulder.

Harry cut in, “I thought it was sweet actually.”

You awkwardly laughed. “Do you guys want to sit here?” you said while moving your belongings out of the way.

“That would be nice, thank you.” Hermione said, as she came in. Ron and Harry followed suit.

With them here, this ride will surely go by fast. “So, about your offer of visiting you guys during break..”

“Offer still stands, we can even come get you ourselves.. and if we need to break you out, we can do that. Ask Harry!” Ron joked.

“I’ll definitely let you know if I need an escape.” you laughed. “I would love to be with you guys, it’s so boring at my house and my father is so strict with me!”

“Well it can’t be so bad, you seem like a family person.” Hermione chimed in.

She wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a father you constantly have to prove yourself to.

“I guess you might be right.” you laughed sadly.

The rest of the ride consisted of the four of you laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Before you knew it you found yourself at the steps of the manor you grew up in. It was a four story brick building. It had bushes and trees that outlined the walkway.

Your brother started walking to the door, and you followed closely behind.

Why was there no one to greet you two? Usually there was a maid here to welcome you guys back home. Today there was nobody.

When you finally walked through the door, you saw all the house elves working quickly to tidy up. You only saw them work this diligently when your father was going to be hosting a dinner with some other families.

Suddenly one of the house elves noticed the two of you.

“Welcome back, Young Master Nott and Lady Nott.”

You knew the elf meant well, but you can’t help but bring yourself to hate when you are called ‘Lady Nott’ instead of ‘Miss Nott’ it is a sore reminder that your mother is dead, and you are the lady of this house; until Theodore marries someone that is.

You were brought back to reality when Theodore asked where your father was.

“He is in his room, Young Master Nott.”

Theodore thanked the elf, before having him bring both of your luggages to your rooms.

“I think father is having a.. work.. dinner. I’m sure we’re gonna be expected to be there, so take some time to rest.” he paused for a second, seemingly deciding what he was going to say next. “And.. we can talk about what’s bothering you later.”

You gave him a slow nod, to acknowledge his words. You now greatly regret your actions earlier in the day. Your emotions definitely got the best of you.

Quickly, you went up the stairs to find your room. It looked just as you left it. Minus the suitcase that is sitting next to your bed from the house elf.

Your room was spacious to say the least. It had many windows and a king-sized bed. You wouldn’t say your room was boring, but it definitely wasn’t your personal taste.

You decided to go to your desk, from a drawer you pulled out paper, ink, and a quill. It hasn’t even been two hours and you already wish for your new friends to come save you. This house was suffocating to say the least.

Dear friends,

Is that too formal? You scrunched that piece of paper up and threw it aside.

Hello guys,

That just sounds too.. weird. You scrunched that one up too, and threw it with the other.

Save me asap. I beg you.

Your friend, Y/N

That will have to do. It’s small but they won’t care. You folded the paper up and stamped it with the signature Nott family crest seal. You would have to wait to send it after your father’s dinner. If they showed up to get you before the dinner then your father would notice your absence and would surely punish you for it.

You hadn’t even realized it but three hours had already passed. Dinner would be soon, usually your brother would come to escort you when it was time. You quickly dug through your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. You settled for an all black, knee-length, dress.

Once, you showed up not dressed as “ Lady of the house” and your father lashed out at you after the dinner was over. Ever since then you did your best to live to the expectation he wants.

You threw on a simple sterling necklace with a blue sapphire. A little reflection of your Hogwarts house.

You quickly put your hair into an easy hairstyle. You would wear makeup, but your father despised it. When you were adding your final touches, you heard three melodic knocks at your door.

Only your brother knocked at your door like that.

Quickly you threw on a pair of heels and then opened the door. Your brother smiled and then offered you his arm. You wrapped your arm around his and the two started walking to the dining room.

“I talked to Father..” he started. You looked up at him, urging him to continue. “..a few kids from school will be there tonight, but there is something else you need to-”

You stopped him. “Who’s gonna be there?”

“Pansy Parkinson, Balise Zabini, the Greengrass sisters, Draco Malfoy, and some others.”

Parkinson, Zabini, Greengrass, Malfoy..

Those are all names of pure-blood families. Death eater families nonetheless.

Whatever tonight’s dinner was for, you didn’t think you wanted to know.

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