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parkerslatte · 2 months

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Mutual Love

Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: alcohol consumption. mentions of beron's torture. scars.

Summary: After spending time with some friends, Y/N returns home to find Eris amongst a few of his trusted advisors. Though he is acting a little different then usual.

Prompt(s) Used: 14.They are drunk and they keep mumbling I love yous and how much they want to kiss you.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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When Y/N decided to visit some of her friends in the nearest village, she never thought she would return to the Autumn High Lord in the midst of a drunken ramble amongst his two most trusted advisors, really Eris’s only friends in the court– other than Y/N of course.

As Y/N stepped into the room with an amused expression, she noticed the small smiles spread across the advisors faces. Eris's back was facing her as he talked, hands flying everywhere. Y/N smiled softly at the sight.

“And you should have seen Y/N, she looked absolutely–”

Eris’s words were cut off by one of his advisors, Ansel, clearing his throat and gesturing to Y/N. Eris turned around and a lopsided grin appeared on his face.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed happily. “Come and join us!”

Y/N dropped her small bag onto the floor by the door and walked over to Eris and the others. As she neared closer she noticed the nearly empty bottle of drink on the table.

“We’ve had about a glass each of that,” Ansel said. “Eris has had the rest.”

Eris scoffed. “You have had more than that. Come and sit down, Y/N.”

“There isn’t another seat, Eris,” Y/N pointed out.

Eris uncrossed his leg and gestured to his lap. “There is right here.”

Y/N flushed and looked away from Eris quickly. Ansel stifled a laugh.

“I’m fine here Eris,” Y/N mumbled.

Y/N shuffled her feet and winced as she did so. The heels she wore were a good idea earlier but after standing up nearly all night and walking back to the Forest House, Y/N was beginning to regret her decision.

“I can get another chair–” Yvette, Eris’s other advisor offered.

“It’s okay,” Y/N said and perched herself on the arm of Eris’s chair. “I’ll be okay here.”

As she turned to look at Eris, he was frowning. “You’re hurting.”

Y/N let out a quiet chuckle. “If you wore heels all night, your feet would be hurting too.”

Eris still continued to frown as Y/N reached forward and picked up his glass and took a sip from it. As she settled on the arm of the chair, Y/N felt an arm snake around her back until Eris had his arm securely around her, his hand resting upon her upper thigh. Y/N became flustered just at the sight.

As she looked up Ansel and Yvette both hid their grins as they each took a sip from their glasses. Y/N only glared at them.

“So what were you all talking about before I interrupted?” Y/N asked, trying to ignore the warmth of Eris’s hand. “I believe I heard a mention of my name.”

Eris lit up. “I was talking about how beautiful you looked at my coronation last month.”

“You thought I looked beautiful?” Y/N questioned.

“He always thinks you are beautiful,” Yvette chimed in.

Heat swarmed to Y/N’s face as she felt Eris’s hand grip tighter onto her thigh. “Is that true Eris?” she asked.

Eris scoffed. “Of course I do! That dress you wore was exquisite. It only exemplified your beauty, my love,” He took his glass of alcohol from Y/N’s hand. “No one holds a candle to you.”

“Not even me?” Yvette teased.

Eris’s lip curled. “Yvette, as much as I value our friendship and I like your company, please don’t ever say something like that again.”

Yvette only cackled and downed the rest of her drink. “I was only teasing, Eris. I know that I would never stand a chance when Y/N’s around.”

Y/N frowned. “What do you mean?”

Yvette’s eyes held an amused glint as she looked between Eris and Y/N. “Y/N, my love, if you are this oblivious, I don’t see what I can say to help.”

Eris shushed Yvette. “Stop telling Y/N my secrets.”

Yvette chuckled before standing from her chair. “They are far from secrets, Eris. I’m heading to bed and from the looks of it, you should take Eris before you get a headache in the morning. I don’t want to deal with your fathers old advisors so early in the morning.”

Eris rolled his eyes. “Goodnight Yvette.”

Y/N waved goodbye to Yvette and she only sent a small wink Y/N’s way before slipping out of the room.

“I’ll head to bed too, I think,” Ansel said, also standing from his seat. “It seems like I am out of drink.”

Eris didn’t seem to hear as Ansel’s chair scraped back on the floor. He was too busy filling up his glass to do anything else.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ansel,” Y/N said.

Ansel bid a quick goodbye before slipping out of the room leaving Y/N and Eris alone. As soon as Eris placed the bottle down on the table, Y/N began to stand up from the arm of the chair.

“Where are you going?” Eris asked, his hand gently gripping onto her.

“Well there’s two free chairs now,” Y/N commented.

For a very brief moment, Eris seemed to pout but it quickly faded away. Y/N only smiled.

“Stay here,” Eris said. “I want to be close to you. I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“You saw me this morning,” Y/N replied.

“That is too long,” Eris said, and offered Y/N his glass. “I wish to be by your side all the time.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say, words failed on her tongue. She hadn’t a clue what Eris meant by his words. The underlying romantic tone in them was mostly just wishful thinking on Y/N’s part. But if there was a possibility that they were true…

Y/N took a sip from Eris’s drink and handed it back to him. Eris took a long sip for himself. Y/N knew she should stop him from drinking any more. She was sure that if he got even more intoxicated, he would not remember anything in the morning.

“I have a meeting with my father’s old advisors tomorrow,” Eris said. “Most of them want their old positions back.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. Despite being Eris’s friend, she was never involved in the politics of the court. She was only a seamstress after all.

“I don’t want to give their positions back, they were the most despicable males I have ever met,” Eris continues. “I know that I will have Ansel and Yvette there but can you be there too? I don’t know if I can dismiss that many people without you.”

“Eris, you know that I don’t have a clue how court politics work outside of basic knowledge,” Y/N replied.

Eris clutched onto her hands tighter, seemingly afraid that she would walk away. Y/N had no intention to. “Please Y/N. All you need to do is sit there for me. I always feel better when you are around.”

“You’re only asking me because you are drunk,” Y/N said. “If you were sober you wouldn’t be asking.”

Eris frowned. “No, not at all!”

The arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist tightened and Eris pulled her closer until she was situated on his lap instead of the arm of the chair. Y/N let out a small gasp of surprise and clutched onto Eris. His arms circled her waist until she was securely seated in his lap, feeling warmer than she did a few moments ago. Though Y/N wasn’t sure if it was because of Eris himself or the rising heat spreading throughout her body.

Eris had never been too physical with her. Occasionally he would hold her hand or give her a long comforting hug, but nothing ever went beyond that. This was entirely new territory. Y/N felt herself relaxing.

“See,” Eris said, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I told you it was more comfortable.”

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the cheek of his tone. It felt nice to see him so relaxed. “I guess it is.”

Eris smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. Y/N stilled.

“What was that for?” she asked.

Eris only did it again. “Just because I love you.”

Shock was evident on Y/N’s face as the words left Eris’s mouth.

“What did you just say?” Y/N asked, wanting confirmation.

“I said I love you,” Eris said, clinging to her tighter, burying his head into her neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“You can’t mean that,” Y/N said.

Eris didn’t reply. All he did was press small soft kisses against her neck. Y/N’s body felt as if it were on fire. And by now she knew that it wasn’t Eris.

“Eris,” Y/N said, pulling away from him the smallest amount. “You are drunk. You don’t know what you are saying.”

“I know perfectly well what I am saying,” Eris replied. “I love you, Y/N. I always have and I always will.”

“Are you being serious, Eris?” Y/N questioned, still not believing his words.

“Deadly,” Eris replied and took a sip from his drink.

The room was quiet and Y/N was worried that Eris was able to hear how fast her heart was beating. In his intoxicated state, Y/N hoped he didn’t. The two remained silent as Eris finished off the rest of his drink, his hand laying on Y/N’s thigh the whole time. Everytime Y/N moved, Eris’s grip only became tighter.

Just as Eris went to reach for the bottle once more, Y/N stopped him. “Perhaps you have had enough for tonight.”

Eris looked at the bottle thoughtfully before pouring out a very small amount of drink. He downed it in one gulp.

“For confidence,” he said, his words becoming increasingly slurred.

Y/N didn’t get a chance to respond as Eris’s lips crashed onto hers. It caught Y/N off guard as she fell back slightly, though Eris held her up. Their teeth clashed and it was not like anything Y/N imagined a kiss with Eris like. Partly because when she imagined it, Eris preferably wasn’t intoxicated and was in complete control of his body.

After her shock fell away, Y/N gently pushed Eris away. His lips only chased after hers as she did so.

“Eris,” Y/N said softly. “Stop.”

The amber of Eris’s eyes met Y/N’s and she hated the look within them. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “That was stupid of me.”

“No,” Y/N said, gently cupping his face. “No it wasn’t. But perhaps we can talk about it tomorrow when all of your senses are intact.”

Y/N slipped from Eris’s lap and she instantly felt cold. She took her heels off of her feet and allowed her feet to rest on the cold floor. Eris remained in his seat, looking down at his hands. He twisted a ring around his middle finger. The ring Y/N had bought for him for his five hundredth birthday nearly forty years ago. He had never taken it off.

“Well,” Y/N said, holding out her hand to him. “Are you coming?”

Eris looked up at Y/N, his eyes lightly glistened with unshed tears and Y/N’s heart broke. “Where are we going?”

“Bed,” Y/N said. “You need to sleep before the meeting tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Eris said and shakily clambered to his feet.

As he stood up, he lightly swayed on his feet and Y/N quickly reached out to steady him. The moment her arms held onto his biceps, Eris reached out and pulled her body to his, enveloping her in a hug. Y/N hugged him back, her fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I love you, Y/N,” Eris confessed. “I can’t keep it a secret anymore.”

“Eris,” Y/N whispered. “We can talk about this in the morning when you actually realise what you are saying.”

“I know what I am saying,” Eris said. “I just wished that I could have told you when I was sober.”

“You can tell me in the morning, Eris,” Y/N replied, pulling away from the hug.

“I’m afraid I won’t have the confidence in the morning,” Eris admitted.

Y/N caressed his face. “If your words are genuine I believe that there will be nothing to worry about. Now come on, before you fall over and drag both of us down.”

Y/N carefully and slowly helped Eris to his room. The doors were a struggle to open but as she did so, she was shocked at what she saw. It had been at least six months since Eris had become High Lord of Autumn and the most unexpected thing was how bare his room was. It was as if no one lived inside.

As Y/N helped Eris through the threshold of the room, Eris seemed to shrink into himself. “Can I sleep at your house tonight?”

“Eris, that is at least a two hour walk from here,” Y/N said.

“I can winnow,” he replied.

“And possibly take us thousands of miles away in the state you are right now,” Y/N said.

Eris sighed. “Okay, fine.” he let go of Y/N and began to stumble his way to the bed. The sheets were pristine, as if Eris hadn’t slept in them in ages.

“Y/N,” Eris called out as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Can you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone in here.”

Y/N’s eyes softened. “Of course.”

Only a small smile appeared on Eris’s face before he began to dress down to his sleepwear. Which consisted of only his underwear. As she turned back around, she gasped at what she saw.

Scars. Many of them. Large ones across his back that shone silver in the moonlight. Smaller ones littered his torso and chest, but none were as bad as the ones across his back.

“Eris, what happened, my love?” Y/N asked, walking over to him.

“My father is what happened,” Eris said. “Any act of disobedience and the scars are what I received. My mother had a healer who would always help me after any of my fathers beatings. The scars that remain were the worst of them. I received them just there.” Eris pointed over to the fireplace and the seating area surrounding it. “That is why I try to avoid sleeping here as much as possible.”

“If I knew that I wouldn’t have brought you here,” Y/N said, shifting on the bed.

“It’s okay,” said Eris, looking at her for the first time since entering the room. “It feels better to be here now that you are here too.”

“Are you sure you want to sleep here tonight?” Y/N said. “I am sure that there are other rooms we can sleep in.”

“None of them have any bedding since I dismissed most of the staff my father hired,” Eris explained. “I will be fine here, with you.”

Y/N offered him a small smile. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Eris replied.

Y/N nodded and took one of Eris' shirts to sleep in as he got comfortable on the bed. She watched him constantly move to find a comfortable position but it seemed as if he couldn’t.

Once she slipped into one of Eris’s shirts, she moved over to the bed, slipping beneath the covers. Y/N could tell that they were brand new and had never been slept in. Y/N moved so she was laying behind Eris. The scars on his back were even worse up close and Y/N wished that she could rewind time to make Beron pay even more than he already did. Y/N wasn’t a particularly violent person but what she would do to Beron if she somehow found a way to time travel, she was sure it would even make the shadowsinger of the Night Court deathly afraid.

Y/N shuffled closer to Eris and carefully wrapped her arms around his middle, pressing herself against his back.

“What are you doing?” Eris asked.

“What I should have been doing every single night since you became High Lord,” Y/N answered.

She pressed soft and gentle kisses against the scar that ran across his upper back and she felt Eris sigh in contentment.

“I am lucky to have you in my life,” Eris mumbled.

“No, I’m lucky to have you,” Y/N said, holding onto him tighter.

Eris threaded his fingers with hers and relaxed in her hold. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” Y/N said. “Now try to get some sleep.”

“You’ll be here in the morning?” Eris asked.

“Eris, I am never leaving you again,” Y/N replied.

Eris didn’t respond as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Y/N made sure that he was fully asleep before drifting off herself, holding Eris within her arms.

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When Y/N awoke the next morning, she immediately knew where she was. Within the night, Y/N and Eris had switched positions and now she was wrapped within Eris’s arms. Y/N laced her fingers with his.

“I was wondering when you would wake up,” Eris muttered against the top of her head. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You could have woken me,” Y/N said and shuffled around to face Eris. “I wouldn’t have minded. How is your head?”

“Surprisingly I haven’t woken up with as bad of a headache as everyone was expecting,” Eris said before some of the light left his eyes. “Y/N, I just wanted to say that I am sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have said all of those things. You must have been uncomfortable–”

“Eris, I am going to cut you off there,” Y/N said. “In no way, shape or form did you make me uncomfortable last night.”

“But I made you sit on my lap, I made you sleep in bed with me, I confessed– I confessed my feelings,” Eris said, avoiding eye contact.

“You also kissed me,” Y/N said.

Eris’s eyes widened. “I did? Gods, Y/N I am so sorry.”

“Eris,” Y/N said, caressing his cheek and forcing him to look at her. His beautiful amber eyes were full of regret. Y/N wanted to change that. “Do you remember exactly what happened last night?”

“Not all of it–”

“Not all of it, so do you remember what happened just before we fell asleep?” Y/N asked.

“No, I just remember falling asleep after you climbed into bed,” Eris answered.

“Well before we fell asleep, you said that you loved me,” Y/N said.

Eris sighed. “If this is just a way to tell me that you don’t feel the same–”

“Eris you seriously don’t remember what I replied,” Y/N said, fighting the smile threatening to appear on her face.

Eris shook his head.

“I told you that I loved you too,” Y/N confessed.

“You did?” Eris asked, a small smile toying at the corner of his lips.

“I did,” Y/N said. “And I do mean it, Eris. I do love you. I am in love with you.”

Eris pulled Y/N’s body closer. “I am so glad to hear you say that.”

“I am so glad to finally say it out loud,” Y/N said. “I have loved you for a long time, Eris.”

“I have loved you even longer,” Eris said. “Possibly the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Y/N smiled. “Kiss me, Eris. And let us pretend that this was the first time.”

A tinge of red appeared on Eris’s cheeks. “Gladly.”

This time, the kiss was sweet and gentle as Eris seemed to pour all of his emotions into it. This was more what Y/N imagined what kissing Eris would feel like. Y/N could feel Eris smile into the kiss.

“That felt like more of what I imagined,” Y/N mumbled against his lips.

“So you’ve imagined kissing me?” Eris questioned as he cupped her jaw.

Y/N sheepishly glanced down for a brief moment and it was confirmation of her answer.

“Well, it is only fair that I have fantasised about kissing you as well,” Eris muttered.

“We still have a couple of hours until your meeting,” Y/N said. “We can stay here for as long as you like.”

Eris smiled. “I wish I didn’t need to go to the meeting so I could stay here for eternity with you.”

“Your meeting is for an hour, I’m sure you can survive that,” Y/N replied.

Eris chuckled. “I am sure you are overestimating my restraint around you, Y/N. You have no idea how hard it has been keeping my feelings for you a secret. First it was because I didn’t want my father to know how much you meant to me. I never wanted him in the vicinity of you. And secondly, I just thought you would never return my feelings. You always mentioned never wanting to date or find a relationship.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “You can be so stupid sometimes, Eris. The reason why I didn’t date or find a relationship was because I was in love with you.”

Eris scoffed. “So you mean to tell me that I have been torturing myself ever since I became High Lord when we could have been sleeping together like this the whole time?”

“I’m afraid so, darling,” Y/N said, kissing the tip of his nose.

Eris scrunched up his nose and chuckled. “Well now we have all the time in the world.”

Y/N smiled, her heart skipping a beat. “Yes we do.”

“How do you feel about moving in here? I’d like to finally feel comfortable in this room and I think a large redecoration is in order. Perhaps building a balcony to allow light inside. My father did always deteste natural light. We can decorate it so it feels homely, and not a torture chamber. A large ‘fuck you’ to my father,” Eris aid.

“I would want nothing more,” Y/N said.

“Perfect,” Eris said. “If we start after the meeting, we can get all of your things moved in by nightfall. And–”

“Eris,” Y/N said, cutting him off with a light chuckle. “Please shut up and kiss me again.”

Eris smiled. It was the most genuine and loving smile she had ever seen grace his beautiful features. “It would be my pleasure.”

Eris kissed Y/N once more and she felt herself falling in love with him all over again.

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pangborns · 2 years

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THAT IS THE QUESTION…

louis de pointe du lac x fem!reader

in which louis’ new friend isn’t at all what he seems.

blood, death, vampire things. same level of maturity needed as the movie.

“Louis?” Your accented voice softly carried throughout the house. Yvette had let you in and quickly scurried off somewhere, leaving you to find your friend by yourself.

The sound of the piano playing put you at ease as you started to head toward the noise. You had not heard from him in what seemed like forever. Of course, he had just suffered a major loss, so this was expected. However, you could tell that something else was bothering him.

“Louis? It’s (Y/N), I brought you some things..” your wicker basket felt heavy in the crook of your elbow. It held multiple eggs and a loaf of bread, you had made a habit of delivering things to him and figured he needed this now more than ever.

Turning the corner, you entered the living room. Sitting at the piano was a man. You had never seen this man before now, his blond, wispy hair was tied back in a low ponytail. He was pale, his clothes suggested he came from wealth, and he didn’t seem too observant as you were still lingering in the doorway.

You gave him a minute to realize that you were there, but when he seemed to get more and more lost in the music, you finally decided to speak up: “excuse me, monsieur. Is Louis home?”

The man didn’t flinch, he continued to play the song until the final few notes. Only then did he look up at you. “Yes, I believe he’s around here somewhere.”

You nodded, swallowing as you made a move to head toward another room. “I’m Lestat,” the man jumped up from his spot on the bench, bowing.

“Oh!” You giggled a bit at the formality, “my name is (Y/N).” Copying his bow, he snickered. You held out your hand to him playfully and he gently placed a kiss atop your knuckles.

Lestat opened his mouth, preparing to speak, when he was cut off by a creak in the floorboard. Turning around, you saw Louis.

“Oh thank goodness!” You sighed dramatically, approaching the man and wrapping him in a big hug. He was stiff, eyes not leaving Lestat’s, even as you hugged him. His eyes flickered down to your pulse point just as you started to pull away. “I’ve been worried sick about you, are you feeling alright?” You put the back of your hand to his forehead, he was freezing to the touch. “You’re awfully pale.��

“Yes, I’m - I’m just fine.”

You excitedly pulled the basket down your arm, handing it to him, a smile never leaving your face. You looked up to meet his eyes, but could only see him staring over your shoulder blankly. The basket was swiftly placed onto a side table as Louis and Lestat seemed to exchange words through their eyes.

“If you’re busy now, I can always leave..?” You started, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Nonsense!” Lestat smiled as you turned toward him. “Stay for dinner.” His eyes turned a bit darker at the statement.

“No, that’s okay. I’m sure she has to be getting home now.” Louis stated firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. The grip was tight, as if he was trying to prove a point. You craned your neck to look up at him. You caught a glance at his stern expression which immediately softened when he realized you were looking.

Lestat started stalking toward the two of you, Louis’ grip tightened. “She’ll stay.” Was all he muttered as he stopped right in front of you. He took the back of his hand and stroked your cheek, moving hair out of the way.

You immediately flushed at the sudden contact, nervously turning to look at Louis. Lestat took your chin in his hold and gently turned your head back to face him. Louis’ other hand grabbed yours, soothingly running his thumb overtop of it.

Lestat held eye contact as he started to dip his head. He kissed you. You could feel yourself melt into him. But you didn’t know this man, you only knew Louis. So, you squeezed his hand even harder.

You became a bit dizzy, light headed as he continued to kiss you. “Lestat, no! Not her.” Louis scolded sternly. You could feel him retreat from your lips, seemingly done with whatever it was he was doing.

His eyes moved from your swollen lips, up to your eyes. He smirked, giving a strange chuckle. Lestat looked over your shoulder at his friend, sending him a wink before diving into your neck.

You could faintly hear Louis begging his friend not to do whatever it was he was planning to do. Your friend grabbed your waist, trying to pull you out of the vampire’s grip, but it was useless. Lestat’s sharp nails punctured the skin on your hips, causing you to gasp in discomfort. The kisses to your pulse point turned rough, he opened his mouth, making eye contact with Louis once again, before his fangs grew and he sunk them into your neck.

“Stop! Please, Lestat!” Louis begged as he only watched. He kicked himself for not doing more before it had escalated to this level.

Your lips parted into a silent scream, eyebrows furrowing. Your mouth quickly grew dry as the man gulped down your blood. You lost all strength in your knees, they buckled, however, Lestat’s hold on you kept you upright.

Louis pushed Lestat off of you, watching as he stumbled a few steps back, wiping your blood off of his chin. Without his hold, you started to fall. Louis caught you, kneeling down to gently lay you across his lap. Lestat smiled.

Newfound tears made themselves known in Louis’ eyes. “Why did you do that?” He cried out, not taking his eyes off of you.

Lestat shrugged, “I was hungry,” he spoke nonchalantly.

Your lungs felt as if they were punctured balloons flying around inside of your rib cage. You couldn’t catch your breath, and whatever you did manage to catch for oxygen, quickly escaped you in the panic.

Your half-lidded eyes swept down over your body, taking in the now bloodied dress. At the sight, your breathing picked up, eyes watering.

“L-Louis..?” You squeaked, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. The blood continued to drop from the two puncture marks in your neck. The sight caught Louis off guard, it was mesmerizing. His breathing evened out and his jaw went slack. “Louis.” You started to cry now.

“That’s right, Louis. Finish her off.” Lestat smiled from his new seat in the arm chair. The two of you had his full attention.

Lestat knew, he knew if they were to leave you like this, you wouldn’t die. He hadn’t drinken enough before Louis pushed him. So, as you teetered between life and death, Louis had made his decision.

“If you let her leave now, she’ll survive. She’ll tell everyone about us, we’ll have nothing.” Lestat spoke softly.

You quickly shook your head, “No, -“

“Shhh,” Lestat smiled, standing up to his full height.

As your line of sight settled on the blonde monster, Louis couldn’t resist the temptation. He leaned in, and gently started drinking from the previous wound.

Your mouth dropped open again, watching how Lestat didn’t break eye contact with you. You didn’t understand why this was happening, why you? Why Louis? As he continued to gulp down your blood, your grasp on the world started to get hazy. “Louis,” you gurgled, placing your hands on his chest.

Your friend quickly ripped himself away from you, as if he realized what he was doing. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, mon chérie.” You coughed and spluttered, choking on the lack of air. Two lines of your blood dripped from either side of his mouth.

Lestat started slow clapping from his spot a few feet away, though the sound was distorted to your ears. “Now, ooh, now she’s dying, Louis.”

Realization hit the man as he looked back down at you. You were shaking, the alloted energy you had would’ve been used to turn over onto your stomach and start crawling away from the two monsters, but you were petrified. Sobs dripped out of your mouth. The muscles in your body continued to shake, as if they were trying to lull you into a deep sleep. Oh how you craved that sleep at this moment. Louis often talked with you about the subject of death. It used to make you uncomfortable, the way he spoke so nonchalantly about it, but all you could wish for in this moment is the sweet release it has to offer.

Lestat clicked his tongue at the sight, “Louis, the choice is yours.” Your breathing was turning shallow, your skin growing pale.

He snapped out of his blank state of mind, tearing his eyes away from your dying body, and facing Lestat, “what have you done?”

Lestat chuckled, not believing what he was hearing. “What have I done? Louis, I simply had a taste. You delivered her to death’s door.”

A tear slipped down Louis’ face as he closed his eyes and held you close. Silent sobs were racking his body, Lestat was right. He didn’t lure you in here, you were here for him. When he drank from you, you still had enough life in you to push on. Louis took that away.

Your limbs grew heavy as you laid there on your friend’s lap. Your head lolled back, dropping off the side of his thigh and hanging between him and the hard wood. Your frantic eye movement seemed to still, it was almost your time.

“In just a few seconds, Louis, will you lose your choice.” Lestat commented softly from across the room. Your arm that was oh so numb, was able to move just an inch further. You reached out toward Lestat’s shoe, looking toward him weakly. “Aw,” he cooed, “what is it, my dear? Are you frightened?”

Hesitantly, you nodded your head as best you could. “What are you afraid of? Louis?” Your eyebrows drew in as you were able to frantically nod your head.

Lestat openly laughed, watching Louis out of the corner of his eye. It was like a punch to the gut to the man who only wanted to save you. But he couldn’t blame you for fearing what was meant to be feared. Lestat laughed again at the sight of you, your shaking subsided, your body looked heavy, and your eyes were only open a sliver.

Louis didn’t know where to place his bloodied hands as he watched the interaction. He looked to Lestat, who only encouraged him to do it. Your eyes closed completely now.

Louis hesitantly bit into his wrist, watching as your strength continued to leave you with each passing moment. Blood started to drip it’s way down his forearm. Louis wished to stop, he didn’t want to damn you to a life like this, but he couldn’t live with himself if you died here tonight. He lowered his bleeding wrist just above your mouth, watching as the droplets of blood landed on your tongue.

You didn’t seem to have any reaction to the blood, your eyes stayed shut, your body remained motionless. “No, no!” Louis cried out, pushing his wrist against your lips now.

After a few seconds of nothing, your eyes shot open, your hands digging into his arm as you pulled his wrist against you harshly. You drank the vital fluid, relishing it as your body seemed to come back to life.

Louis looked down at you, opening his mouth in a silent pain as you drank from him. His tears didn’t dry.

Lestat chuckled at the interaction, “How cute.” Louis looked at his vampire companion, face settling into a glare.

“I hate you,” was all Louis spoke as he removed his wrist from your mouth. He looked down at you once again, a look of love, he would protect you. Lestat was not getting anywhere near you.

The smile dropped from Lestat’s face, jealously slowly crept into his gut. Perhaps he should’ve left you to die.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Huh, Not That Complicated After All

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Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. No plot. Shower sex, brief semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation, edging, showerhead as vibrator, mentions of oral sex (f receiving). This can once again be blamed on Yvette. 😏

Summary: Dean figures out show to make shower sex not so complicated.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,312

A/N: In this post, @justagirlinafandomworld shared the pic above, and it gave me all kinds of smutty inspiration, so I had to go for it. 😊 Hope you all enjoy. 😁

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Y/N stepped into the steamy spray of water, grateful that the cheap motel they'd been forced into by a suddenly raging spring storm, at least had a very nice shower.

She was exhausted; her muscles ached, and small, purplish bruises dotted her skin. But none of the pains or marks came from the Vetalas whose nest she and Dean had taken down easily the day before.

It was all from the night that followed.

As sometimes happened, the hunt had energized and invigorated her boyfriend, making his gaze lustful and hot every time it landed on her. She was positive that even if the storm hadn't appeared out of nowhere, they would have ended up seeking a motel room for the night, unable to make it back to the bunker before the need for each other overtook them.

As it was, Dean's hands had stayed on her the whole time they were checking into the motel, and as soon as they'd left the office he'd pulled her into an alcove between buildings and given her her first orgasm of the night.

He'd pressed her against the peeling whitewashed boards of the detached motel office, jamming his knee between her thighs, and shoving his hand down her jeans. The rain pelted them, drenching them almost immediately, but she was grateful for it, as the pounding sound dulled the noise of her cries of pleasure as Dean plucked at the bundle of nerves at her center.

Kissing her hard, Dean wrapped his massive hand around her throat, squeezing ever so gently, but mostly using the grip to force her head to stay at the exact angle he wanted as he delved his tongue deep into the warm recesses of her mouth.

He kept her pinned there, pressing and pulling a climax from out of her body with the ease of an expert. As she came down, she realized she was clinging to him, mouth open and panting, her thighs still clutched tightly around his hand.

Dean didn't even bother to zip her jeans back up, just pulled his hand out of her body and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her forward on wobbly legs to get to their room.

With the door barely closed behind them, he'd begun immediately peeling her sodden clothes from her body. Wet skin, cold air and Dean's rough, hot hands had all worked together to leave Y/N a shivering mess covered in goosebumps.

But soon Dean had warmed her, as he laid himself over her, covering her body with with the safety and security of his strength and power. Comfort and love flowed from his fingertips as he stroked her into endless pleasure, all night long.

Now, Y/N looked down at the bruises that dotted along the inside of her thighs, sucked into existence by Dean's sinful, succulent mouth, and felt a thrill of pleasure run through her at the memory of his broad shoulders pushing her legs open as he fell to feast on her like a starving man.

As the steam of the shower swirled around her, she let her hand fall to her still swollen clit, hissing slightly as she touched the sensitive, overworked bud. Her thumb ran over the slight stubble burn that decorated her inner thigh, and she fell back against the shower wall, eyes closed in remembered bliss.

She shrieked loudly and her eyes sprang open as she suddenly felt a hand covering her own where it rested on her soft mound of curls.

"Dean." She breathed before he silenced her with a slow lingering kiss. He used her own fingers to press against her clit, and she moaned raggedly.

"Dean, I can't." She panted. "I can't…anymore. I'm so- Unh! Fuck!" She gritted out the curse as Dean bent to take her left nipple between his lips, sucking it hard before pulling back to lick away the water sluicing over her skin.

"S'okay baby." He said, voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna take care of that."

Without further explanation, he opened a bar of cheap motel soap and lathered his hands up. Turning her gently so she faced the back wall of the shower, he began to work his strong fingers into her tired, spent muscles.

He spread the soap suds from her shoulders, down over her back, working out the tension there, before moving lower and paying special attention to her ass and upper thighs. She felt him get down on his knees behind her, and she peeked over her shoulder to watch him run his hands up and down her legs, fingers coming tantalizingly close to her core again and again.

Eventually he turned her to face him, still on his knees below her, as he began soaping up his hands once again. He scrubbed his blunt nails through the curls at the apex of her thighs washing away the residue of cum that remained from the night before.

Finally he stood and finished lathering her torso. When she was full of soap suds, he turned and pulled down the handheld shower head from where it sat on its anchor.

He clicked something on it, and the water pressure changed from a strong, forceful geyser of water, to a gentle, almost misting spray.

He used the delicate setting to slowly rinse away all the soap, leaving her skin feeling radiant and her muscles relaxed.

As he washed away the last of it, he lowered the wand of the shower head so that it soaked through the strip of soft curls between her legs. With his free hand he spread her lower lips slightly so that the warm, gentle spray tapped lightly against her clit.

Y/N gasped as she felt the tingling sensation spread straight to her core, and down her legs.

"You sure you don't have one more in there for me, sweetheart?" Dean asked huskily.

He jiggled the shower head in his hand, causing the water to vibrate against her sensitive skin and make her cut off a scream.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "If you want, I'll stop."

But Y/N shook her head wildly, grabbing Dean's wrist and pressing the showerhead closer. "Fuck no." She choked out, making Dean chuckle wickedly.

"That's my girl." He praised. He spread her lips wider alternating between lightly spraying the water over her whole cunt, and aiming the jet of water directly at her clit and making her scream and lose her balance. Thankfully, Dean's heavy body held her up, his weight acting as an anchor pinning her in place.

Dean kept up the exquisite, gentle torture to the point that Y/N was begging him for release, tears of pleasure and need flowing into the steam and wetness from the shower on her cheeks.

Finally after edging her over and over, Dean pressed the showerhead tightly against her, the direct, ceaseless pressure on her clit sending her careening over the edge.

But as she came down, he didn't pull the water away from her. Instead, he kept it in place, quickly working her overly sensitive flesh into another orgasm, and then another immediately.

He held the showerhead where it was, pushing her over the brink again and again until Y/N was completely limp against him, her body spasming from endless pleasure.

Finally he pulled it away and shut it off. Y/N would have fallen to the shower floor if he hadn't scooped her up in his arms and carried her boneless body back out to the room. He wrapped their wet bodies up in the heavy cotton blanket on the bed.

As Y/N's head lolled against his shoulder and consciousness began to elude her, she heard Dean sigh softly and chuckle as he settled her more comfortably in his arms as he leaned back against the headboard.

"I'm installing one of those showerheads in the bathroom as soon as we get back to the bunker."

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HPB, Chapter 2 - Something Wicked

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

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Word Count: ~5,200

Note: Y/M/M/N = your mother's maiden name, assuming reader's mother took her father's last name (yes this is awkward, I wasn't sure how else to do it, sorry)

The summer warmth dissipated just as you thought you might drown from the amount of homework being assigned in each of your classes, and with it went your hopes for the Quidditch season. Zacharias had been running the team ragged, which only served to emphasize how poorly everyone played. It was sabotage so effective, Yvette suggested in jest that perhaps he was a plant from Slytherin to secure the cup.

Transfiguration remained the most difficult class, even with Professor Snape teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even with the advice from Draco Malfoy last term lingering in your ears.

You stared daggers at the owl perched in front of you. It stared back, indifferent and aloof. All around you, everyone else had already turned their own owls into opera glasses, and time was running short. The owl blinked at you, and began preening.

The wood of your wand had warmed in your grip, the anxiety you felt pouring into sweat on your palms. You adjusted your grip and prepared to cast. It would work this time. The owl’s huge eyes mimicked closely the shape of opera glasses, you could see the connection. The owl was not vicious. You had enough wand power, you had enough power.

This would work.

“Strigiforma,” you commanded. The magic pulsed out of your wand and-

The owl’s eyes enlarged, swelling its head.

Professor McGonagall tsked as she strolled by. “Reparifarge,” she said and the owl returned to normal. “Try again.” She hovered over you as you prepared to cast again.

As if it wasn’t hard enough without an audience.

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, and rolled your shoulders back. “Strigiforma.”

Once again, magic flowed from your wand in a sliver and swirled around the poor creature. You watched, mortified, as it transformed down into a single drinking glass.

Professor McGonagall de-transfigured the owl again, and said, “And yet you managed to perform the Aguamenti charm.” You opened your mouth to protest. “It does not matter how I know, Miss Y/L/N. Keep trying, and see me after class.”

Donna looked over at you through an ornate set of opera glasses. She grinned, “Don’t take it too hard, Y/N, you had to be bad at something.”

You grimaced. “But did I though? Did I really?”

Class wore on. You continued trying to turn the owl into opera glasses, though the closest you got were a pair of half-moon spectacles like Dumbledore wore. You shooed your friends off to lunch when the bell rang, no need for them to witness your shame and go hungry.

Professor McGonagall was waiting for you at her desk. As you approached, she folded her hands in front of her and gave you a long appraising look.

“It should come to no surprise to you,” she began, “that I have noticed your continual struggle with this subject. The O.W.L. examination will be rigorous, and I am sorry to say I have not properly prepared you.”

You raised an eyebrow and prepared to protest.

She raised a slender hand. “I should have done this sooner, and for that I apologize. I am planning to meet with the Headmaster to discuss finding you a suitable tutor for this year, until I see a significant improvement. Now, I understand you have joined your house’s Quidditch team?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“We will do our best to ensure this does not interfere with your extra-curriculars. Expect a note from Professor Dumbledore within the week. You may go.”

“Yes, Professor.” You made a bee-line for the door, then paused. “Thank you.” She nodded graciously once then returned to her desk.

Herbert, Donna and Yvette had all laughed when you told them what Professor McGonagall had said.

“’Continual struggle’?” Yvette hissed through her nose. “That woman is brutal.”

You sulked after them down to Hagrid’s, chomping on an apple tart Donna had been kind enough to swipe for you. Care of Magical Creatures had proven to be the only bearable class what with the pressure of O.W.L.s looming down on you for every other subject.

Donna snorted. “Do you know who’ll tutor you?”

“Not a clue,” you said dully. “Only person good enough I can think of is Hermione Granger.” You remembered being paired with her in DA, and shuddered. “If Dumbledore wanted to torture me I suppose he could arrange it.”

“You don’t like Hermione?”

“She’s fine, just a bit of a know-it-all I guess.”

Yvette gave you a look. “Oh, but Malfoy was fine.”

“First of all, I was tutoring him - totally different. And it’s not like she doesn’t know what she’s doing, it’s just she does everything by the book and it works for her. I’ve done everything by the book, and it’s almost never worked for me.” That was only partially true, though, wasn’t it? Draco’s advice from last year had helped, a little anyway.

Hagrid was waiting at the edge of the forest, hands on his hips, ruddy cheeks set in a grin. His hippogriff (heaven only knew how he’d convinced Dumbledore to keep a pet hippogriff) Witherwings pawed at the ground next to him. The four of you were the first to arrive.

You bowed low to the beast. “Handsome as ever I see, Witherwings.”

The hippogriff nodded his head gracefully. He still liked you.

“There’s my favorite fifth years,” Hagrid drawled. He seemed to take great pleasure in greeting you this way at the start of every year.

“Afternoon, Professor,” Herbert said mid-bow. “What’ve we got today?”

Hagrid clapped his hands together excitedly. A few other students had gathered, including Luna who waved dreamily at you. “Today we’ll be relocating a branch of Bowtruckles whose Wiggentree has started to die. Go ahead and grab a pouch o’woodlice from the basket while we wait for everyone else.”

Once the rest of the class arrived, Hagrid led everyone into the forest. Tendrils of mist curled through the trees, slicing through whatever warmth the sun had bestowed upon you. You knew which tree it was as soon as you saw it. A massive rowan tree sat in the middle of a mushroom circle, the gnarled roots of it black as ash, leafless.

Someone spoke up, “Why’s the tree dying?”

A somber look passed over Hagrid’s face. “A good question.” He did not elaborate.

The Bowtruckles were hard to spot, their natural camouflage made them look like new branches of the tree itself, but once you saw one you could make out no less than fifty. Their movements were slow, catatonic even, and their spindly fingers had started to turn that ashy brown of the Wiggentree’s roots.

You sucked in a breath. Had they been slowly withering all summer?

Hagrid directed each of you to try and get a few of the stick-like beasties to follow you with the woodlice to a newly planted magical rowan further in.

A few were tempted by them, so you lured them up to sit on your shoulder, feeding them one or two every several feet. Donna was not having as much luck; one had made a mad grab for the pouch in an unexpected burst of energy while another snuck around to try and desperately reach for her wand tucked into her back pocket. She looked at you pleadingly.

“Don’t worry,” you said, lowering your wand and letting the two Bowtruckles grab on to be carried. “You had to be bad at something.”

“I resent your tone.” Donna let them have a few woodlice. “I am bad at many things.”

The two Bowtruckles on your shoulder joined the ones clinging to your wand. They all sat there, contented by the healthy wand wood. A few others tried the same thing.

The new Wiggentree was barely big enough for every Bowtruckle to perch comfortably in its branches, but they flocked to it desperately. Hagrid’s eyes turned a little misty watching them squabble over their preferred branches and settle into their new home tree.

With all the Bowtruckles successfully relocated, Hagrid led the class back through the forest to where Witherwings had been waiting.

“Next week,” he shouted over the bell tolling from the castle, “we’ll check up on ‘em, and talk about why their old tree had died, if I can find the reason meself. Now off with ye!”

By mid week, the expected summons from Professor Dumbledore still hadn’t come, and you were starting to hope that both he and McGonagall had forgotten about the whole thing.

During your free period before Potions, while Donna and Yvette had Divination, you joined Herbert in the library to finish up an essay on the many uses of moonstone, but you found yourself distracted by what Draco Malfoy had said in the owlery.

You tapped your quill against your palm and frowned. What did he expect you to do, exactly? If Helga Hufflepuff hadn’t wanted a password, who were you to even try to change that? This would require no small amount of research.

Herbert fixed you with a stare. “You look like you’re chewing on something. Care to share?”

“Just thinking about the other night, is all.” You threw a look over your shoulder to see who was close. “About what Malfoy said.”

“Shh!” Madame Pince’s shushing cut across the room.

“Ah,” he said in a lowered voice. “That old chestnut.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to add a password to a room that’s a thousand years old.”

He thought for a moment and shrugged. “What if it didn’t have to be a password?”

“What do you mean? He said password.”

“Well,” he smirked, “first don’t worry too much about following his directions to the letter, this is Malfoy we’re talking about. And he asked about a password, but he said line of defense. That’s a bit broader at least.”

“Hmm. That is something.”

“You want me to spell this out for you?”

“Yes, please.”

“What we need is a good old fashioned trap.”

“Go on.”

“Something that won’t affect anyone who’s supposed to be there, nothing they’d even notice. But something that’d spring on anybody trespassing.”

“Okay,” you said slowly, “I can see the logic in that. Any ideas?”

He smiled sardonically. “That is where my genius runs out, unfortunately. And it’s time for Potions.”

You still hadn’t gotten used to the Potions classroom in the middle of the dungeons being comfortable, but Professor Slughorn was chipper as ever during his lesson on Strengthening Solution, and caught you on your way out.

“I wonder if I may have a word, Miss Y/L/N?” he said. His voice was smooth and kindly. “Are you related at all to a Ms. Y/M/M/N?”

“I am,” you said, surprised. “She’s my mum.”

He smiled genially. “I thought that may be the case, the two of you look so alike. Talented witch, your mother, I remember when she was in school. I wonder if you’d join me for dinner in my rooms on Friday - I’ve put together a little party. A few people you may have met before, and I hope,” he leaned in conspiratorially, “a Mr. Potter may be in attendance.”

“Oh! Um, well. I,” you paused. He looked so hopeful. “I would be delighted. Is there anything I can bring?” Your mum had trained you well to never appear at someone’s home empty handed.

Professor Slughorn chortled. “No, no, that’s very kind of you of course. I’ve got it all covered. Look forward to delicious food and stimulating conversation.” He patted his belly and winked amicably. “I know I do.”

When you explained why you’d been held back to your friends, Herbert gave you a strange look.

“I want to go to dinner with Slughorn and Potter,” he said. “But I guess my mum wasn’t cool enough when she was in school.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Yvette said, “it seems like you were only invited because of your mum.”

You frowned. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it.”

“And Donna and I are muggleborn,” she continued. “He never asked us about who we were related to.”

“I’m sorry, would you like me to apologize for being related to someone he taught years ago?” you asked, incredulous. “What’s happening?”

Donna put a hand on Yvette’s arm. “No, that would be like asking us to apologize for being muggleborn.”

Yvette deflated. “I think I’m just jealous, is all.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t really want to go. But I’ll put in a good word for all of you. I’ll tell him all about your dueling talent, Donna’s affinity for transfiguration, and Herb’s perfect rendition of Celestina Warbeck’s greatest hits.”

Herbert laughed. “Don’t forget about my Patronus. Only took me one try.”

You laughed too, “Right right, how could I forget?”

Friday morning, you sat yourself down to breakfast, crossing your fingers you wouldn’t have to follow through with Transfiguration tutoring. Alas, Ernie was already seated, but as soon as he spotted you, he held up a roll of parchment and wiggled it in the air.

You groaned and took it from him. Your heart sank as you read the slanted writing.

Miss Y/L/N, I have arranged a tutor for you. Kindly meet Professor McGonagall outside my office at 5 P.M. for details. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

With any luck, this could turn into an excuse to miss Professor Slughorn’s dinner party.

Professor McGonagall was waiting for you in the seventh floor corridor in the West Wing, standing perfectly poised in front of the massive gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster’s tower.

Her expression gave nothing away, but she acknowledged your presence with a polite nod. Then she turned to the gargoyle and spoke the password. “Acid pops,” she said.

You had only ever been in Dumbledore’s office once, in your first year when Professor Sprout had all but begged him to let you jump ahead a year in Herbology. It looked almost exactly the same, four years later.

The Headmaster himself was seated casually at his desk, peering at you over his characteristic half-moon glasses, and smiling, welcoming you in.

You returned a nervous smile of your own, and tried not to stare at his withered hand.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he greeted you, “please, sit.” You obeyed silently. “Surviving your O.W.L. year, I take it?”

“Uh, yes, sir.”

“No need to be nervous, this isn’t a punishment.” His eyes twinkled. He was up to something, you were sure of it. “Your tutor should be here any moment. In fact,” a small device on his desk began to spin around like a top, “Minerva, would you be so kind as to show him in.”

Professor McGonagall nodded her head once more, and went to retrieve whoever had arrived.

Professor Dumbledore continued to appraise you. “I have heard, of course, of your experience with Herbology, and your affinity for magical creatures. I am, therefore, not surprised you have had some trouble with Transfiguration. I have found that students with your skill set often dislike transfiguring living creatures, find it repugnant, even.”

You gave a cautious nod. That could be the problem, maybe.

“Ah, excellent,” he said, now looking at someone behind you. You turned to look and your stomach curled. “Thank you for coming.”

Draco Malfoy glared down at you.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you said.

At the same time, he huffed, “Of course.”

Before he could say anything else, you turned back to Dumbledore. “Please, Professor, anyone, anyone but him.”

Dumbledore feigned surprise. “Miss Y/L/N, I was under the impression the two of you were friends. Is that no longer the case?”

You sputtered - the Slytherin common room, that must’ve been how he’d gotten that idea.

Draco didn’t argue; he only sat down next to you. Instinctively, your arm pulled itself off your chairs armrest, away from him. Dumbledore clocked the movement, eyes still twinkling.

The Headmaster ignored your protests and explained, “Mr. Malfoy received excellent marks on his Transfiguration O.W.L., and Professor Sprout reported how well the two of you worked together last year.” Draco shifted uncomfortably at the praise. “I have already checked your schedules, and I believe this should not interfere with either of your Quidditch schedules.”

Draco turned to you sharply. Apparently he hadn’t heard you’d made the team. You still refused to look at him.

Professor McGonagall chimed in, “I have provided a rough curriculum to Mr. Malfoy, as well as some spells from previous years I believe will be helpful.”

“Thank you, Minerva. Does Monday work for the both of you?”

Draco nodded sharply.

You replied sourly, “It does.”

Dumbledore let your tone slide. “Then I’ll expect a report from either of you by the end of next week, on your meeting schedule and any other concerns I, or Professor McGonagall may be able to address. I imagine you will require a quiet place to study, as I hear the library can be rather barmy.” You marked his inflection - was he unofficially recommending the Room of Requirement for this use? He certainly must know you were aware of it, your name had been on the DA list.

Draco frowned. He must’ve caught it as well. “Yes, sir,” he said in his typical icy tone that gave nothing away.

Dumbledore smiled again. “Then, now that that’s all good and settled, Miss Y/N, I believe you have made a commitment for dinner? You may go, give Professor Slughorn my regards.”

You nodded again and rose, ready to be anywhere but this office. Finally, you locked eyes with Draco. His lip lifted subtly in a small sneer. Pivoting on your toes, you fled before either of you could say anything more than had already been said.

You cursed the whole way to Slughorn’s rooms.

What was Dumbledore playing at? You’d joked about Hermione tutoring you if he’d wanted to torture you, but this? This was never something you’d considered a possibility. And Draco had agreed. Obviously he couldn’t have known who he’d be helping, but that he’d agree to help anyone. Dumbledore must’ve offered him something he couldn’t pass up.

You bit your tongue to stop it’s grumbling before you knocked on the door.

Professor Slughorn opened it in the blink of an eye. He wore a decadent smoking jacket embroidered with shiny golden stars and a matching cap. You were almost surprised there was no lit cigar in his hand, but rather two mugs of Butterbeer, one of which he offered you as he shepherded you inside.

Standing by a roaring fireplace, two students you recognized as Slytherins glanced up from their conversation and looked you up and down. The boy, Blaise Zabini, you knew had worked his way into Malfoy’s little group. The look did not last more than a moment before they deemed you inconsequential and resumed their own conversation.

Ginny had been cornered by some massive Gryffindor you didn’t know from the DA, so you made a bee-line to her.

She looked up gratefully and said very quickly, “Oh look my friend Y/N I have to go talk to her now thank you goodbye,” before stepping nimbly out of his grasp. She took you by the arm and steered you around.

“What was all that about?” you asked.

“That,” she whispered, “is Cormac McLaggen. He is very upset he was passed over for Quidditch and he keeps asking me to talk to Harry. Like I could get him to change his mind if I wanted to. And Dean hates that he keeps talking to me.”

“And how are things with Dean?”

“Oh, they’re,” she sighed, “they’re alright. We’ve had a few spats but we’re working through it.”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

She laughed. “Right.”

A few others trickled in after you: Neville, a Ravenclaw you didn’t recognize, and Hermione (who mentioned twice that she was late because of prefect duties). Once everyone Professor Slughorn had been expecting arrived, he invited all of you to sit down for dinner.

A dark wooden dining table appeared where nothing had been before. He chuckled lightly at the couple surprised looks the conjuration had caused, clearly pleased with his party trick. The table was already laden with a full Sunday roast - Yorkshire pudding, roasted potatoes, three different variations of a horseradish sauce and a basket of steaming rolls surrounded the massive beef roast. The smell of it made you homesick.

Professor Slughorn bid you all sit down, and you clung to Ginny, who did her best to maneuver away from McLaggen and sat next to Neville. McLaggen then tried to snag a chair by Hermione, but the Ravenclaw beat him to it. Stymied, he slouched into a seat between the two Slytherin students.

Your host barely let you fill up your plates with food before launching into a litany of questions about school, family histories, and career goals. He started going around the table clockwise; you tried to sink lower and lower into your chair and then -

“Y/N, how is your mother’s shop doing these days?”

Everyone at the table turned their attention towards you.

You nodded and put down the potato you’d speared with a fork. “It’s doing well, she’d started to plan to expand last year, but with things as they are…”

“Of course, of course. I’m glad to hear it, she was one of my favorite students when she went here. Slytherin, right?”

Blaise snorted. “Your mother was in Slytherin, and now she owns a garden shop?” The Slytherin girl next to McLaggen laughed too.

You smothered a look of disdain, and substituted a winning smile. “That’s what she wanted. To build a successful business from the ground up, and she did. I wonder if you’ll be able to achieve whatever it is you desire.”

Slughorn chimed in, “Ho, ho - a good wit too, from her no doubt. You mustn’t blame Mr. Zabini, his family is used to a more gilded kind of success than us common folk.” He tossed a wink Blaise’s way, who smiled thinly at the attempt to break the tension. He waved a hand, “Anyway, Neville, how is your grandmother?”

Dinner dragged on for another hour, before Professor Slughorn ran out of questions and dessert was served, and then another half an hour of poking the same chunk of ice cream around a bowl before Ginny gave you a look and you both excused yourselves.

In the hallway, the moment the door closed, the both of you burst out laughing.

“That was maybe the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been,” you said, breathless.

“Oh, but did you see Zabini’s face? That was worth the whole thing.”

In the common room, you sat your friends down to deliver the news, that Draco Malfoy would be tutoring you for the forseeable future at Dumbledore’s request.

No one but Herbert said a thing.

“Well, at least one good thing may come of this,” he quipped.

Exasperated, you asked, “Like what?”

“Now you’ll have the opportunity to ask him what the hell he wants you to do about the common room.”

You slept exceptionally poorly the next three nights, tossing and turning, trying to figure a way out of tutoring with the biggest git at Hogwarts again. Who could’ve known that one ill-conceived attempt at kindness could ruin two school years in a row?

You fell through every stage of grief - denial that it had not been a bad dream, anger at Dumbledore, bargaining with whatever force governed the universe as we know it, and depression as you faced the Room of Requirement on Monday evening. Draco must’ve already arrived and gotten settled, the door wouldn’t have appeared so quickly if the room was empty.

It was not too late to run. To beg Herbert for a Puking Pastille you knew he had leftover from last year.

No. If someone was going to run, it was going to be Draco Malfoy, running from you. Whenever you got around to chewing him out.

You pushed open the door.

The inside was not what you’d been expecting. Where you’d imagined a cold, clinical classroom designed to impart knowledge and nothing else, was a sitting room, nice but not too grand, with a few crushed velvet armchairs and a large coffee table suitable for note-taking in front of a cozy fireplace, where a kettle was already about to whistle.

Above you, a sneakoscope dangled from the ceiling, eerily still.

Draco looked up from his place on one of the armchairs, book open upon a knee. He still looked tired around the eyes.

“Y/N, good. The water’s almost ready.” A lovely floral tea pot and two tea cups appeared on a tray on the table.

You blinked. “You’re making tea?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s not poisoned?”

“I’m not an animal, Y/N.”

“And you’re making it? There’s no house elves hiding in the corner ready to do it for you?”

He finally huffed. “If I wanted a house elf to make my tea I’d have to tell them about this arrangement. Now are you going to sit down or do you have more insipid questions?”

Satisfied that this was not an assassination attempt, you did sit down across from him and set your school bag on the floor. Even in the cushy chair, in front of the crackling fire, you couldn’t relax. You sat forward in the chair, hands rubbing your knees.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“What?” you asked.

“Go ahead.”

“Go ahead… with what?”

He snapped the book shut and poured the boiling water into the teapot. “You want to know why I’m doing this - Dumbledore asked me to - when my time is so precious to me - which it is - and you’re the last person I’d want to help - not technically true and I didn’t know Dumbledore had you in mind when I agreed.”

“But why did you agree in the first place?”

“I figure it may keep me out of trouble.”

“Uh huh.” You took a long pause, debating. “And if it’s not me, who is the last person you’d help?”

He grinned wolfishly, “Potter, obviously.”

“Ah.” You should’ve known. Even in light of every sin he undoubtedly counted against you, you’d never be as despicable as Harry Potter, The Chosen One. You wondered if it was terrible that, for a moment, you were grateful for that years-long grudge of theirs.

You took the tea he offered and sipped on it silently. It was fragrant and floral, jasmine, maybe.

His grey eyes watched you carefully, looking for something. What, you couldn’t say. “And how was your dinner meeting then? With the Slug Club?”

You grimaced. “Is that what we’re calling it? Yikes. It was fine, I guess. I met a friend of yours, one Blaise Zabini. Delightful conversationalist.”

“You never said you had family in Slytherin.”

“You never asked.”

“Hmm.” Then he reached around and retrieved a cardboard box with holes in the top.

You grinned, you couldn’t stop yourself. “Is that a hedgehog?” you asked.

An eyebrow twitched up. “It is.”

“So this was on McGonagall’s list then.”

“McGonagall’s list,” he scoffed, “I could’ve come up with. I’ll get to that later. Maybe. But let’s stick with what you can already almost do for now.”

You frowned. “But she said-“

“I know what she said.”

“But, Draco if this isn’t on the O.W.L.-“

“You still need to learn it.”

You crossed your arms and huffed. “Will you just listen to-“

“No.” He pulled a squirming hedgehog out of the box and set it on the coffee table. “Now turn this into a pin cushion.”

You whipped out your wand, furious, leveled it at the hedgehog, and hesitated. What if you couldn’t do it? What if, even with help, you remained incapable of this one thing?

“Y/N,” he said impatiently.

“I’m getting there, I’m getting there.”

“No, you aren’t. Just cast the spell.”

“But-“

“Cast the spell.”

“Draco-“

“Y/N. Do it. Now.”

You did. But not on the hedgehog. Draco Malfoy, all hundred-eighty and some odd centimeters of him shrunk down into a pin cushion you could fit in your palms. You picked him up in shaking hands.

“Oh my god. Shit.”

Dumbledore was going to find out, and then after congratulating you on how well you’d transfigured a whole person he’d expel you and you’d be gardening for your mother without magic for the rest of your lift. Which wouldn’t last long if Draco’s family ever found out what’d happened to their silver haired progeny.

No, no. McGonagall fixed bad transfigurations all the time. If you could do this you could do that - simple.

You put the Draco-cushion on the coffee table and picked up your wand again. The hedgehog gave him a sniff then retreated to the behind his box.

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, still steadying your hands. “R-reparifarge.” Nothing happened. You smacked your wand against your other hand a few times, white sparks flying from the tip with every thwak. “Reparifarge!”

The pin cushion began to spin and stretch until it was roughly the size Draco Malfoy had been before, then with a sharp pop, the material of the pin cushion changed back into skin and clothes and Draco blinked several times.

He looked around, confused by how he’d moved from the chair to the coffee table in less than an instant. Then he looked at you, your ashen face, and guessed it. “Did you turn me into a pincushion?” he asked, quietly.

The calmness in his voice unnerved you. Heat flooded into your cheeks, you pressed your fingers into them trying to calm the blush.

“Yes, b-but I fixed you. Do you feel alright?”

He gave himself a once over, patting down his legs for leftover pins. “I’m fine, I think.” He smiled that scheming smile again, and you leaned back in your chair. “Now, not only have you just committed an actual crime, that was also pretty advanced magic.”

“Well, you were being a bit prickly.”

He laughed at that. It was cold and sharp and over before it began, but it was an actual laugh. “So it should be child’s play now to transfigure this.” He set the hedgehog in front of you again and moved back to his armchair.

Too shaken to argue, you obeyed and tried again on the hedgehog. When you were, once again, unsuccessful, Draco scrubbed a hand down his face and slumped down in the chair.

“This is going to take a lot of work,” he remarked.

At the end of the hour, the wrist of your wand hand was sore. If Draco was frustrated, he was doing an excellent job of not letting it show as he bid you goodnight in a civil tone. It was almost too civil.

You parted ways down opposite sides of the hall, the paths to the kitchens and the dungeon evidentially being different. But when you reached the stairs, a gentle itching began on the back of your neck, and you indulged it.

You turned around, and, stepping softly, crept back to peer around the corner. You felt silly, surely he was already halfway to his common room by now.

But he wasn’t. He had also circled back, and was re-entering the Room of Requirement.

The ends of his cloak disappeared inside and you were on the move. The door closed, and no sooner had you reached out to touch it, it disappeared under your fingers.

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#draco malfoy #draco x hufflepuff!reader #harry potter #draco x reader #slow burn #half blood prince #does this count as forced proximity?

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justagirlinafandomworld · 2 years

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January in Real Life was tough. Busy and tough. But January on our dear hellsite was a blast! There are so many great stories I was able to dive into this month that I'm thrilled to share with you. A great big thank you to all the writers on this list for sharing your creations with us. This is something that you choose to do with your spare time and I'm so thankful for you. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character.

Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Happy Reading!

Marvel

The Monster Inside of My Head series by @beccaanne814 Bucky Barnes x Reader As a young child, you see your parents murdered in front of you. What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your life? Warnings: provided at the start of each chapter.

Wave of Mutilation by @girl-next-door-writes Bucky Barnes x Reader In his efforts to make amends, Bucky comes to the one name on the list he is not sure he will ever be able to forgive himself for. Warnings: None provided

But We Lost It by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Reader Steve can save the world, but can't save his own. Warnings: angst, break-up, unresolved angst, not a happy ending.

Start Again by @wkemeup Steve Rogers x Reader A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath warnings: SMUT (18+), sex pollen (dub/con), a very slight dom!steve, angst, absolute filth

Start Again II by @wkemeup Steve Rogers x Reader You and Steve deal with the aftermath of the pollen warnings: SMUT (18+), perceived sexual assault (by steve), self loathing af steve rogers, making up for lost time, a very fluffy ending

Hymnostic by @heli0s-writes Steve Rogers x Reader Request: I would sacrifice like thirty virgins for a Steve body worship fic 🥲 (Also I agree with u he would be more of a giver than a receiver imo) Warnings: 18+ ONLY.

The Little Things in Life series & the drabble that inspired it by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor dark!Steve Rogers x Reader Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left. Warnings: non-consent sex

Turn the Lights Down Low by @slyyywriting Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers James introduces you to his best friend Steve. Warnings: possessive Bucky, Steve being shameless, blowjob in a limo while someone watches, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering and vaginal penetration, daddy kink

Because you were kidnapped and I won't let anyone else get to you again by @softlyspector Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Steven Grant x Reader Hurt/comfort - Because you were kidnapped, and I won’t let anyone else get to you again? + Steven Grant and Marc Spector (with a hint of Jake).Warnings: None provided

Supernatural

Breaking by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/N and Dean play some pool; who's the winner? Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Very little plot to the porn here. Rough, intense sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, it's all Yvette's fault.

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas series by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season. Warnings: Fluff; Angst; Flirting-lots of flirting (sometimes sexually suggestive); Implied smut; Language (not too over the top); A bit of canon divergence

Crazy Angel by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Reader Prompt/Request: baseball bat, apple, car… Warnings: smut, angst

Home by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean has tried and failed to make a home for himself and his brother. Until she walked into his life. Warnings: Dean questioning self worth, self sacrificial tendencies, feelings of displacement, injuries, some angst

Baby I Surrender by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader Dean Winchester has a certain way of dealing with problems, either you fight them or you bottle them up and pretend they don’t exist. Either way, his latest problem looks like neither of these responses will provide a solution, so what if he just surrenders? Warnings: None provided.

Other Fandoms

The Other Half series by @youvebeenlivingfictional Bruce Wayne x Reader You glance at the man, then freeze, eyes widening. There’s no way that the goddamn Prince of Gotham is on your counter right now. Luckily for you, he’s focused on the tie clips. Maybe he knows you’re staring and is just ignoring it. Maybe he’s just so used to the sensation that he simply doesn’t register it anymore. Warnings: Explicit. 18+ Only. Canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, explicit sexual content

Enkindle by @oscarseyebrow Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: explicit smut, fingering, unprotected p-in-v, dirty talk, friends to lovers, one bed, cursing, slight hint of din not being an experienced kisser.

Presents by @fluffiest-dreams Eddie Munson x Reader (she/her) Eddie asked her to close her eyes.Warnings: none proivded.

Battlefield by @girl-next-door-writes Geralt x Reader When you feel a battle brewing you reach out to the people you believe could help, only you are not entirely sure the one person you want to see will show up for you. Warnings: none provided.

All For You by @cockslutpadalecki Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader You’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can. Warnings: heavy angst, smangst, lots of sexual tension, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

Not Okay by @princessmisery666 Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader He says he's okay, but you know better. Warnings: angst.

#just a girl reading fics in january 2023 #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #moon boys x reader #dean winchester x reader #bruce wayne x reader #din djarin x reader #eddie munson x reader #jake seresin x reader

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PM666Reads - Fic Recs - December 2022

This is my 4th attempt at posting this!! Sorry for the delay!!

Summary and warning’s as per written by the author (if available).

To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟

📖Steve Rogers

Steve's Greetings - Steve Rogers - @girl-next-door-writes

Driving Home for Christmas - @cockslutpadalecki - You’ve been avoiding spending any special occasion with your father ever since Steve became part of the family, but after many years of excuses, you find yourself back at home, and very much the subject of Steve’s affections.Warnings: stepcest, step-sibling relationship, explicit sexual content, female masturbation, hate masturbation :), semi-public sexual acts, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

Chef's Kiss - @cockslutpadalecki - Warnings: non-con/dub-con, mean!Steve, explicit sexual content, non-con sexual contact, makeshift gag, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

📖Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

The Nap Date - @writercole - You and Mickey have been missing each other for a week and arrange to have a special kind of inside date. Warnings: Fluff. Innuendo. Fluff.

It's A Date - @writercole - After the doppelganger debate, the squad goes out to The Hard Deck. Warnings: Fluff. That’s about it. Oh, and Penny is the best.

📖Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Bob x reader in the base library - @lorecraft

Decorating Cookies - @wildbornsiren - You and Bob spend an afternoon decorating cookies. Warnings: Use of terms of endearment. Fluff.

Spit Roasting - @wildbornsiren - Hangman and Bob have a proposition. Warnings: Threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving) oral sex (female receiving), swallowing, creampie.

📖Rhett Abbott

Ice Skating - @rhettabbotts

📖Dean Winchester

On The Outside - @justagirlinafandomworld - To get Dean to say yes to Michael, they sent him to the Endverse. And when that didn’t work, they turned to you. Warnings: Time travel, time jumps, ANGST. Language. Endverse!Dean.

Mess - @justagirlinafandomworld - You learn the side effects of sex pollen first hand. Bucky doesn’t know what to do. But Dean does. Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language.Sex pollen. Oral Sex (Female Receiving). First time writing for: Established polyamory & DD/LG relationship.

Thoughts Of Her - @kittenofdoomage - Dean Winchester fantasizing about reader. Warnings: daydreaming, pillow humping, accidental voyeurism

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas - @deanwinchesterswitch - Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season. Warnings: FLUFF, a tiny bit of angst, implied smut, slight canon divergence

Auto Correct - @justagirlinafandomworld - You’re in a debate with Dean over text message. And auto correct happens. Warnings: Second hand embarrassment maybe. Otherwise, none.

If We Make It Through December - @minefield-of-a-ninja - Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday. Warnings/tags: explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

Snow Globe - @waywardnerd67 - Headed back from a hunt, Dean pulls over when it starts snowing. Warnings: Fluff

Breaking - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Y/N and Dean play some pool; who's the winner? Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Very little plot to the porn here. Rough, intense sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, it's all Yvette's fault.

📖Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

The Best Benefits - @writercole - Jake found her. Now what’s he going to do? Warnings: Physical assault, confession of feelings, lying

All For You - @cockslutpadalecki - You’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can. Warnings: heavy angst, smangst, lots of sexual tension, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

Gather 'Round - @t-nd-rfoot - Jake is a fire man! Oh no, sorry, not that kind of fireman…

📖Sam Winchester

Cleaning House - @kittenofdoomage - waiting for the bunker’s washing machine to be done. Warnings: smut, fluff

Tattered series - @stusbunker - Warnings, etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, Bobby’s not putting up with their bullshit, angst, heat sex, multiple claims means the boys need to learn to share. Bodily fluids, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, knotting, fucking someone while your brother’s fucking them, so both awkward and maybe a little competitive? This is my first brother threeway, you’re welcome.

📖Jensen Ackles

Surrender - @b3autyfuldisast3r - Reader is a PA on the set of Big Sky and falls in love with Jensen - who is married. Will she give in to her feelings and destroy a relationship or hide them and risk destroying herself? Warnings: 🔞, Angst, SMUT, Language, Kissing, Hair pulling, Choking, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Degradation, Unprotected sex (slap a rubber on that shit), Cream pie. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 18. This was LONG, whew!

Sweetness - @katymacsupernatural - Readers love of candy canes drives Jensen to distraction

#fic recs #pm666reads #top gun maverick #marvel #supernatural #rpf #steve rogers #dean winchester #sam winchester #jake seresin #robert floyd #jensen ackles #rhett abbott #mickey garcia

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Yvette: I'm dating Y/N.

Vinca: I knew your standards were low but I didn't think that low, goddamnit, Yvette.

#yvette holte #vinca wren #Yvette swm #vinca #sin with me vinca #vinca swm #vinca lovestruck #y/n #yvette x y/n #yvette x mc #Sin With Me #lovestruck sin with me #vinca sin with me #yvette sin with me

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intomusings · 3 years

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﹒﹒ female names masterlist !

in honor of my second milestone on here , i’ve decided to release a master list of 400+ female names i personally love and think could be used more in the community . this was also requested by a few anons and names will be added to the list frequently . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter category . if you found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to spread this !

A : aurianna, addison, alannah, allegra, alina, alma, andra, avril, abella, arizona, annalise, amelia, aspen, alejandra, ayla, ales, alessia, anessa, asia, aline, adrienne, avery, armani, adaline, arden.

B : blaire, brooke, brooklyn, bruna, bettina, bianca, becca, bella, bonnie, brielle, blake, bodhi, beverly, bambi, bronte, billie, briar, bria, birdie, brighton.

C : catalina, cerise, celeste, celene, carson, camila, cecilia, callista, cadence, cassie, carmen, cali, charlie, camryn, camille, clara, claudete, chantel, chachi, capri, cove, chanel.

D : diana, devi, dylan, daphne, dani, delphine, dahlia, delia, darcy, dawn, davina, dove, daisy, delaney, dua, darya, delilah, dixie, dior, dulce, dina, dayana.

E : ember, eloisa, eleonora, emara, elena, esme, emery, emmeline, elsa, eva, evie, emmy, estelle, esther, evelyn, erin, eliana, everly, emerson, elle, ezra, eiza, eden.

F : florence, franny, fiorella, faith, fiona, faye, farrah, freya, fern, flor, frankie.

G : giulia, giulianna, georgia, ginny, grecia, giselle, genevieve, gabbie, grace, genie, gaia, giada, gemma, geles, genele, gia, gwendolyn, geneva, gracen.

H : hazel, holland, helena, harlow, haven, hera, haley, houda, heidi, hana, harley, honey, hera.

I : isobel, ivana, irma, irina, isadora, imogen, isla, ivy, inessa, ibiza, irelynn, iliana, ilana, indya.

J : juliet, jayden, jordyn, jelena, jodie, jennie, jade, jesy, josie, june, jada, jemmye, jacey, janelle, juniper, jayla, jaliah, jewel, jane, johanna, jolie.

K : kendall, kensington, kennedy, katya, karlie, katerina, kailani, koral, kai, kaia, karma, kinsley, kylie, karina, korinna, karla, kemi, kate, kerigan, kali, kiyomi, kouvr.

L : lourdes, leandra, london, lucia, luisa, logan, lena, leonora, larissa, lydia, lorelai, lylah, lettie, lottie, lalisa, luna, lara, lia, lorena, livia, layla, leighton, lyra, lola, lainey, laurel, luella, lumi.

M : maricela, mariana, maeve, mabel, mila, marbella, maia, melody, mimi, monet, malauna, mira, mallory, millie, marla, mia, marvela, marni, madelaine, maleia, magnolia, maren.

N : nilsa, nutsa, nini, naomi, noa, nevlyn, nathaly, nicolette, nadira, nicola, nova, nany, nala, niaye, nyla, noelle, nathalie,

O : olympia, orianthi, octavia, opal, oriana, ophelia, orion, oakley, odessa, odette, odelia.

P : paola, paris, peyton, phebe, priyanka, paislee, paloma, pandora, parvati, piper, perla, pearl, pia, priya, pilar, paxon.

Q : quinn, quintessa.

R : rowan, rylie, rosalie, roslyn, raquel, rose, reign, renata, raegan, reyna, ryann, raya, rhiannon, ria, rue, rhodes.

S : serena, serafina, sawyer, sylvie, sol, samira, sloane, silver, sutton, stella, saanvi, sab, seren, seven, sophia, star, skye, sabina, saskia, summer, stormy, salena, sage, sonny, solange, sahar, sumaya, shelby.

T : tatum, tayler, tara, torre, tia, thea, tyra, truly, thalia, taryn, tampson, tayli, talya, teala, tala.

U : uma.

V : valencia, violetta, venus, verity, vanessa, venecia, vinnie, vida, vivienne, valentina, velora, vera, venice.

W : willow, winona, willa, wanda, witney, westlyn, windsor, wilhelmina, wren.

X : ximena, xiomara, xashary, xena, xyla.

Y : yovanna, yves, yara, yvette, yasmin, yesenia, yensi.

Z : zara, zion, zoe, zahara, zharia, zella, zendaya, zakiyah.

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THE SECRET - part one of three

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Virgin!Reader

Summary: You are a new cast member, playing Tommy Shelby’s love interest. During filming, you fall for your co-star Cillian Murphy.

Words: 6,556

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

Notes: For the purpose of this fic, Cillian is single.

Tag List: @lilymurphy03 @deefigs

@chrisevanshoeeee @desperate-and-broken

@weepingstudentfishhorse @fookingshelby @livinginfantaxy

@atomicsoulcollecto @datewithgianni @mariapaiva13

The Scene

You were nervous. This was your first role in a popular TV show.

You had been on small production TV shows in your home country of France. But this was different. The show had international success and you couldn’t believe that the producers of the show had chosen you for the role of 27-year-old Yvette L’mare for the series’ final Season.

You spoke fluent French and English and had experience in scenes with extensive dialogue due to your theatrical experience since you were 12.

But, you were by no means as experienced as some of the other candidates they had casted. After all, you were only 19.

You read the scripts over and over again after your successful audition and made yourself small rehearsal cards for each scene. The dialogue heavy scenes didn’t concern you. But, there were some scenes which were out of your comfort zone.

Your script included two intimate scenes with the actor who played the main character of the show, Thomas Shelby.

The first scene was simple enough, not much more than a kiss. The second scene, however, was to be filmed under closed set. Neither of you were going to be clothed in more than underpants, which meant that only the director, one assistant and the camara man would be present.

Before the audition, you watched the last two seasons of Peaky Blinders and you re-watched them just a week ago as part of your preparation and to give you an idea what the director will look for when filming these kinds of scenes.

Before that, you hadn’t paid much attention to the show.

From watching some of the series, it was obvious to you that your co-star was experienced. He portrayed Thomas Shelby impressively well which was something that made you even more nervous.

Will you live up to the standards of the director? Or will you fail miserably with these challenging scenes?

It didn’t matter. It was all too late now. You signed the Contract and were on your way to England.

You arrived a day before filming started in order to settle into your apartment.

The apartment was located within a hotel residence that was booked out for the cast for the entire period of production.

You shared a small two-bedroom apartment with another new cast member named Emma. Emma was from France as well and, ironically, portrayed your sister in the show. Emma was 24, slightly older than you and quite attractive. You immediately got along. She was focused, didn’t care much about partying and was down to earth.

For the first evening, after everyone arrived, the producers organised a dinner to introduce the new cast and crew members to everyone. This was when you first got to meet your co-star, Cillian.

Since you had several scenes together, the director of the show took the time to personally introduce you to Cillian.

Cillian greeted you with a big smile and you knew immediately why so many women were smitten by him. You recalled that, when you told friends and family about your audition, they wouldn’t stop talking about Thomas Shelby and how insanely attractive he was.

They were not wrong. But, what impressed you the most about Cillian was that he was so easy going and funny.

You talked to him for a while, about the most random topics, ignoring everyone else for at least 20 minutes until it was time for you to meet the other cast members.

‘Looks like you two have a lot to talk about?’ Anthony said jokingly.

‘Talking about wine’ you smiled, rather shyly.

‘Yeah, I got carried away talking about the wine production in the province. Did you know that Y/N’s parents own Bessiux Wines?’ Cillian asked, catching Anthony by surprise. ‘His sister got married at your parents’ estate last August’ Cillian added, causing Anthony to nod.

You talked about your parents’ winery for a little longer before Anthony asked you to meet the other cast members.

‘I am looking forward to working with you Cillian’ you said as you walked away and he responded with a smile and comforting ‘Likewise’.

After your encounter with Cillian you were introduced to Finn Cole and Natasha O’Keefe. You heard about Finn from your new roommate but only just then realised that he portrays Michael Grey.

You talked to both Finn and Natasha for a while and, whilst you enjoyed their company, you wished that you had some more time to talk to Cillian. Unfortunately for you, he left rather early that evening.

The next day, you picked up your schedule for the week and noticed that the scenes you prepared for were to be shot completely out of order.

In fact, your most intimate scene was scheduled for 10am on Day 2 of Production. You couldn’t believe it. You were by no means prepared for that.

Your first day on set went well and the director of the show complimented your work on several occasions. But, when filming was finished for the day, your nervousness sat in.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Emma asked as you were picking on your salad and looked at tomorrow’s scripts.

‘Yeah, just a bit nervous’ you sighed.

Emma looked over your shoulder to read your script.

‘Wow, they are throwing you right into the deep end’ she giggled.

‘Yes, they are’ you said with a shy smile before listening to some advice from Emma, who had more experience than you acting on screen.

That night, after reading your scripts at least ten more times and letting it play out in your head, you could not sleep and your lack of sleep was evident on set the next day.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Cillian asked concerned, noticing your yawning and your hands shivering slightly.

‘Yes, I am fine. I am just trying to think how to act the next scene. From reading this, it isn’t very clear to me what exactly I need to do’ you said concerned.

‘These scenes are scripted in a way to allow for improvisation. From experience, actors often fail to act these kinds of scenes directly to script, that’s why’ Cillian laughed.

‘Right, so the script is lacking the details on purpose?’ you asked.

‘Correct’ Cillian said. ‘John and Anthony will tell us what to do and in which direction to face so that you are covered. You don’t need to worry’ Cillian said reassuringly, causing you to giggle.

‘I am not worried about anyone seeing my breasts or something. I just don’t know what do, where to put my hands, my face, any of that’ you explained with total embarrassment.

‘Well, I suppose you just pretend to do what you would normally do when you are getting down to business’ Cillian said with a chuckle, not knowing how else to explain it.

‘Well, my experience in this department is limited. So, I apologise in advance for any awkwardness’ you said, your cheeks flushing even through the dense make up.

‘Y/N, these scenes are awkward even for the most experienced actors. If it gets too uncomfortable, we can postpone it, alright’ Cillian said, keeping a relaxed approach.

‘Alright. Thanks Cillian’ you said just before it was time for you to get changed into your gown.

The next time you would see Cillian was on the closed set, pretending to make love to him on the large cedar bed.

Just as you were getting undressed in the change room and put on the skin-coloured panties and robe you were given by the set assistant, you topped up your perfume.

You were going to be so close to each other, at least you wanted to smell nice.

After you were done, the set assistant applied some more lipstick and fixed up your hair before you sat down on the large bed. You were nervous, your heart pounding.

Cillian was much more relaxed sitting next to you in black Clavin Klein briefs. There was no need for a robe, his intimate parts were well covered, unlike yours.

His freckled skin was highlighted by the light which had not yet been adjusted and you couldn’t help but look at him while you made an effort to keep your small breasts covered from him at this point.

The cameraman was angling the camera while the director discussed the scene with you and Cillian.

You knew that this was going to be a disaster. The issue wasn’t so much that you were naked in front of the camera and the director, but more the fac that, as part of the scene, another man who you felt somewhat attracted to was about to see you like this, completely vulnerable. He was about to touch your naked skin and kiss you, but not out of his own accord. It felt absurd to you, yet you knew this was part of the job.

Finally, after the director gave his instructions, you got yourself into position.

With some embarrassment you handed the set assistant your robe and lied down on the bed.

You were waiting for some kind of joke from Cillian to lighten up the mood, but Cillian was very professional.

He sat down right next to you and you could tell that he was trying very hard to look away from your breasts.

Before he climbed over you to get into position, he gave you a warning. Regardless of the warning, you stopped breathing for a minute as he positioned himself on top of you.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked as he could see the nervousness on your face.

‘Yes’ you nodded, taking in a deep breath. He was so close that you could smell his skin and the scent of his aftershave.

‘Sink down a bit on the left forearm Cillian, we want to keep the rating below R18’ the director said with a laugh because your breasts were fully visible on camera.

‘We do?’ Cillian chuckled, causing you to laugh just before Cillian adjusted his position as instructed. For a short moment, his chest brushed against your left breast.

‘I am sorry’ he said politely.

‘It’s alright Cilly’ you said.

‘I think we are good now guys, I will count to three and we start the first part of the scene’ the director said.

It felt like an eternity with Cillian on top of you by the time the director called action.

In this scene, Tommy and Yvette were having sex. It was to start with a kiss followed by the obvious act.

There was no practice for a scene like this and, as soon as you heard the word action, Cillian’s lips slowly met yours. You closed your eyes and caressed his face with your hands as you let him take the lead. The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity until he pulled away from you.

His body was soon grinding against yours, but without your most intimate parts touching. He made sure of that. Regardless of this, you could feel his legs in between yours and his chest brushing against your breasts. The sensation sent shivers down your body and small little goosebumps began to cover your chest. How embarrassing you thought and, unfortunately for you, your embarrassment was evident on your face and the cut was called.

You attempted the scene again several times. You kissed over and over again and your hands moved from his face to his arms and chest, exploring his skin while his body was grinding against you.

But, this wasn’t enough for the director who picked up that the movement of your hands and the expressions on your face weren’t giving the viewers the impression that this was real. Your biggest problem was that you were attracted to Cillian and you realised this more than ever during this scene and tried very hard to hide it, making you look nervous and embarrassed.

After a few more takes, the director suggested a break.

‘I am so sorry Cillian’ you said as you sat next to him in your dressing gown.

‘Don’t be. You are doing fine. These scenes can be tricky and really shouldn’t be scheduled for the second day of filming’ he said with a warm smile before excusing himself.

He was gone for about ten minutes while you had some water and waited for further instructions from the team.

When he returned, he informed you that he agreed with the director that the scene be postponed.

‘Cillian, I can do this, really’ you said upset about the postponement.

‘I know you can, but like I said, it’s the second day of filming and it would probably be easier once we had a few more scenes together’ Cillian suggested.

‘Is that not going to be a problem with the set up?’ you asked.

‘No, the prop can stay here for another month and one of the perks of being a producer is that I get a say in this stuff’ Cillian smiled.

‘I feel like such a failure’ you said embarrassed.

‘You are not Y/N, you are doing great, really’ Cillian said, his hands touching your arms.

‘Common, time to get ready for more scenes’ he said with a warm smile and you followed him to get changed, separately of course.

Mr Matchmaker

Later that night, some of the cast members were heading to the pub for dinner and you sat down next to Natasha and Emma when you arrived.

You told Natasha and Emma about what happened on set. You were still upset about it.

‘Oh gosh, don’t worry Y/N. Cillian is very easy going and Anthony is very impressed with your scenes from the first day so you have nothing to worry about. I remember my first sex scene with Cillian and it took nine takes and a lot of laughter to get it right’ Natasha said.

‘How do you know when it’s right though? It’s extremely awkward’ you said.

‘If it looks like you are having sex then it’s right’ Natasha laughed. ‘I actually think about the man in my life and just switch off throughout the scene. So, if you have a boyfriend, think about him. That might help with the comfort level’ Natasha said.

‘I am happily single’ you said with a smile just as Cillian arrived at the table.

‘You are late’ Natasha said, noticing the frustration on his face.

‘Sorry’ Cillian said as he sat down next to you.

‘Still dramas with Nadine?’ Natasha asked, causing you to wonder who Nadine was.

‘Yes’ he responded just before he ordered himself a drink.

Throughout the conversation you learned that Nadine was Cillian’s ex-girlfriend with whom he broke up as little as six weeks ago. Him and Nadine were together for three years and shared a house in Dublin until recently.

Your group was soon joined by some more cast members, including Finn Cole and everyone seemed in a pretty good mood.

You talked to Finn for a while until you excused yourself to get another drink.

As you walked to the bar, you noticed Cillian following you and engaged in a conversation with him.

‘Just in case you haven’t noticed, Finn seems to like you’ Cillian said as he stood next to you at the bar.

‘Oh, what makes you say that?’ you asked.

‘I just know. My matchmaking abilities are impeccable’ he joked.

Whilst you felt flattered, you weren’t interested in Finn and little did Cillian know that he was the one you had your eye on.

‘Really?’ you asked.

‘Yes, really. You should probably consider him. He is a nice guy, down to earth, good looking, the right age’ Cillian said cheekily.

‘I have my eyes on someone else Cillian, but thank you for your efforts’ you said with slight embarrassment and a hint of humour.

‘Now I am intrigued. Who is it? Someone on set?’ Cillian asked.

‘None of your business Mr Matchmaker’ you laughed.

‘Well, if you ever require my services, you know where to find me’ Cillian said, causing you to raise your eyebrows.

‘Services as in setting you up with someone from the crew, discreetly of course’ Cillian laughed, realising that his comment may have been received by you in the wrong way.

‘Right, you got me excited there for a moment’ you said jokingly.

‘Did I?’ Cillian joked. ‘Now that makes me feel good at my age’ Cillian added.

You knew how old he was. You googled him, just before you came to the pub, because you were curious about him, his background, things he doesn’t talk about. But, to your surprise, the fact that he was nearing 45, didn’t bother you the slightest and it certainly didn’t dampen the attraction you felt towards him.

You also knew that, being 19 years old, you would have no chance with him. He wasn’t the type of actor who was chasing young models like many other celebrities his age.

You and Cillian talked and joked for another 20 minutes before he excused himself. He had a busy day filming ahead of him and needed to get some rest.

Over the next few days, Cillian and you had several scenes together and spent some of your breaks together. You enjoyed his company and he clearly also enjoyed yours.

On Day 9 of Production, you even went as far and asked Cillian whether he wanted to watch the Liverpool game with you and Emma.

He accepted your invitation and you were quite excited. Emma was confused as to why you invited him over but didn’t think much about it until there was a knock on the door and she opened it.

To both of your surprise, Cillian had invited Finn along. Was he really so oblivious to the fact that you were attracted to him that he had to bring a sidekick, you thought?

The evening went rather slow and with you sitting in between Finn and Emma, you felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The next day, on Day 10 of Production, you had another somewhat intimate scene with Cillian. It wasn’t more than a kiss and some touching. Regardless, you were nervous but not nervous enough to first ask him why he invited Finn.

‘He invited himself when I told him about it’ Cillian chuckled. ‘I told you, he likes you’ he added.

‘That’s just great because now Emma thinks that I have a thing for him’ you said laughing.

‘These Rumours. You got to love them. Sometimes I seriously feel like I am back at school working here’ Cillian laughed.

This conversation led to an interesting question from Cillian. After you had time to talk about your days at school, he brought up your upcoming birthday. You seemed to have referred to school as a recent event, so he couldn’t help but ask how old you were turning.

‘I am turning 20’ you responded, causing Cillian to look at you almost like he had seen a ghost.

‘You are 19?’ he asked.

‘You seem surprised. How old did you think I was?’ you asked.

‘Not sure, mid or late twenties maybe?’ Cillian said just as the set assistant called you both to the scene.

Your nervousness set back in as you took your position in Thomas Shelby’s office.

The scene started of with a dialogue between Thomas Shelby and Yvette which went smoothly, as expected. The next part of the scene involved Thomas lifting Yvette onto his desk and kiss her passionately while running his hands over the back of her body.

The first attempt resulted in Cillian and you both laughing as he lifted you up. It was awkward and it didn’t help that you were ticklish.

The next take went smoothly. Cillian lifted you on to the desk gently before his hands ran down your back while he kissed you. Your hands caressed his face as he did and the director had to call the cut on the kiss.

You enjoyed it, and to his surprise, so did Cillian. He felt uncomfortable about enjoying kissing you or even spending time with you outside of work. Not only were you a co-worker but you were also much younger than him.

A sense of guilt ran through his mind right after the scene now that he knew your age. Kissing you shouldn’t feel good, it was wrong.

The director was happy with the scene and you hopped back off the table before asking Cillian whether he wanted to have lunch with you.

Little did you know that your lunch date was going to be your last with him for while as Cillian was trying hard to keep his distance from you thereafter.

Birthday Surprise

But this all changed another week later, on your birthday, which was Day 17 of Production.

By that point, filming was getting to you and you were tired and, therefore, declined the offer from Natasha to organise a birthday party for you.

Instead, you and some of the crew and cast went for dinner at a nearby restaurant.

The food was amazing and you spent two hours at the restaurant after a rather long day of filming. By about 8.30pm half of the crew and cast had left and it was only you, Cillian, Emma, Sam and Finn who stayed.

Finn was going to meet some friends at a nearby pub at 9pm and invited you all to join him. Whilst Emma and Sam agreed, you and Cillian weren’t keen and made your way back to the apartment complex.

‘Would you like a glass of wine?’ you blurted out all of a sudden just as you were both getting into the elevator. This question took all of your courage after Cillian had been avoiding to spend time with you.

‘I think the hotel bar is closed already’ Cillian said.

‘Well, as it happens, I am holding a bottle of red wine in my hand’ you said cheekily holding up the birthday present from Natasha.

‘I am not sure Y/N, we have to be up early’ Cillian said.

‘Common, it’s my birthday’ you said convincingly, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘Alright, I suppose why not’ Cillian said as followed you down the hallway.

‘Your place. Emma is determined to pick up a date at the pub’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I don’t want to be there for that’ Cillian joked as you walked further down the hallway. Your apartments were on the same floor.

You walked into Cillian’s apartment and took off your jacket before sitting down on the small lounge.

Just after Cillian poured two glasses of red wine and sat down next to you, his phone rang.

The display showed ‘Incoming Call from Nadine’ and he turned his phone to silent.

‘You should let me pick it up, it might solve all your problems’ you joked.

‘It just might’ Cillian laughed as he pressed the ‘Ignore’ button and put the phone down.

Just after the short interruption, Cillian and you began to talk about your work, travelling and some other things until he brought up an uncomfortable topic.

‘Do you remember two weeks ago when I tried to talk you into going out with Finn?’ Cillian asked.

‘Yes, Mr Matchmaker, I remember. Why?’ you said.

‘You said that you had your eyes on someone else…who is it?’ Cillian asked with a laugh, causing you to take a deep breath.

‘Oh god, are you still going on with this?’ you said with a laugh. This was the fourth time Cillian had asked you this question since you mentioned it to him.

‘Common, I have been pondering about this for weeks now. Tell me’ Cillian said.

‘No’ you giggled.

‘I promise I won’t tell anyone’ Cillian said.

‘Stop it’ you responded.

‘Alright, I will take a guess’ Cillian said before taking a pause. ‘Harry?’ Cillian asked, causing you to shake your head.

‘Daryl?’ he asked, causing you to shake your head again.

‘I don’t know then. That’s literally everyone who is around your age’ Cillian laughed.

‘Who said he’s around my age?’ you asked, causing Cillian to raise his eyebrow.

‘Paul?’ he then asked, causing you to shake your head again. Was he really that oblivious?

‘Everyone else is married, I think’ Cillian said.

‘You are not’ you said shyly after taking in a deep breath.

‘Me?’ he asked after taking a deep breath while his blue eyes looked at you, full of questions.

Your heart was pounding, your hand shaking again. There was no turning back now.

‘Yes, you’ you said nervously, looking at him almost fearful about his response.

He drew another deep breath while, in his mind, he was thinking about what to say.

‘Y/N, I feel humbled and it’s not that you aren’t a beautiful and smart woman, but I am more than twice your age’ he said.

‘Ignore the age difference for a minute and tell me that you don’t feel the same, that you don’t want me’ you said.

‘It is irrelevant what I feel and what I want, it still doesn’t make it right’ he responded.

‘But, are you attracted to me? It’s a simple question’ you asked nervously and, after drawing another deep breath, Cillian responded.

‘I’ve been trying very hard not to be...unsuccessfully so’ he sighed, causing you to smile.

‘Alright’ you said with the biggest grin on your face.

‘Alright?’ Cillian asked surprised by your response. This didn’t mean that he was going to give into you just like this and ignore his concerns, or did it?

‘So, what do you propose we do now? This will make things very awkward on set’ he said concerned.

‘This’ you said as you leaned in and pressed your lips onto his. His lips were just as soft as the last time you kissed on set, but this time there was an intensity and urgency between you.

He gave into the kiss as if there had never been any doubt and, unlike previous kisses you shared in a professional capacity, this time, when his lips parted, you could feel his tongue slip in between your lips and it wasn’t long until your tongues moved in sync with each other.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity and you wanted so much more than taste his lips.

‘This is wrong Y/N’ Cillian said as your lips finally drifted apart.

‘Do you want me to leave?’ you asked, caressing his face, staring at all of the freckles which covered him.

‘No’ he said, earning him a smile from you just as he reached beneath your shirt and pressed his lips back onto yours.

His warm hands ran over the sides of your abdomen, up and down, until he lifted your t-shirt over your head.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen you like this before, but it felt different. His eyes didn’t have to shy away from your breasts and the rest of your body this time.

With his hands cupping your breasts, which were still covered by your black lace bra, the kiss intensified. It became more urgent and more passionate.

Your hands soon found their way beneath Cillian’s t-shirt also and, this time, touching his skin didn’t feel awkward or inappropriate.

Within seconds, his t-shirt landed on the floor next to yours just before Cillian’s fingers had found the clip of your bra.

It didn’t take his skilled fingers long to unclip it and let it join the rest of the clothes which you had already gotten rid of.

He took a moment to look at your breasts, right there in front of him yet again.

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked concerned as you noticed him stare at them.

‘Nothing, just taking in the beautiful view without feeling guilty about it’ Cillian smirked.

‘You checked out my breasts when we were filming, didn’t you?’ you said sheepishly.

‘Of course not’ he said with a laugh before he guided you backwards and down onto your bed.

You both were quick to remove your jeans and, moments later, there you were again, on the bed together wearing nothing but underpants. Just this time, there were no cameras. You were free to touch and kiss each other the way you pleased. It didn’t feel awkward. To the contrary. It felt right.

Hoovering over you again Cillian began to gently kiss your neck while one of his hands ran over your firm breasts. Finally, he was able to touch them, feel every inch of them.

Cillian soon worked his way to the lobe of your ear, playing with it using his tongue. Lightly sucking on it as his hand moved to your other breast, squeezing your nipple gently.

You didn't want this to end, and with a soft moan, you signaled Cillian to continue exploring your body. And so he did. You had never been with a man before, but in the moment, this felt comfortable, felt right.

As he continued to cast his spell on you and work his magic, your body responded. Your lace panties were soaking and your muscles began to vibrate with an unfamiliar feeling.

As Cillian’s lips moved back to your mouth for another passionate kiss, one of his hands wandered further down your body. But he was in no hurry, taking his time explore all of your body.

Cillian’s tongue began to gently drift between your lips and you responded with yours. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer to you as his hand reached the top of your lace panties.

Pushing your panties aside slightly, he ran his fingers over your wet entrance, slowly and gently while his lips never left yours.

You moaned into the kiss just as the tip of one of his fingers dipped into you slightly.

You took in a deep breath and broke the kiss for a brief moment.

‘Cillian, I never had sex with anyone’ you said, causing him to remove his hand from your wet mound.

‘It’s alright. We won’t go that far until you are ready’ he said reassuringly.

‘That’s so embarrassing, I am sorry’ you said.

‘What is?’ Cillian asked, slightly confused.

‘I am 20, it’s weird don’t you think?’ you said shyly, your face flushed.

‘Don’t be silly Y/N. There is no rush’ Cillian said as he ran his hand over your cheek. ‘If it is any consolation to you, I didn’t expect any of this, tonight, with you and I am enjoying every moment of it even if we don’t have sex’ he added.

‘So am I Cillian’ you smiled.

‘Good’ Cillian said before kissing you again gently.

The kiss soon became heated again but Cillian wasn’t taking it further, giving you the chance to set the pace at which you were willing to move.

But, you enjoyed him playing with you, teasing your most intimate parts and, after several more minutes of passionate kisses, you guided his hand back in between your legs.

Your actions earned you a chuckle from him as his lips moved from your lips down to your breasts slowly.

As Cillian was gently trailing kisses over your breasts, your hand made it’s way in between your bodies where it found the elastic of his Calvin Klein briefs.

Cillian moaned briefly against your breasts as you slipped your hand beneath the elastic, gently taking hold of his erection.

His cock was warm and firm and his tip slightly lubricated from the precum that had pooled there.

You moved your hand up and down his shaft, stroking him gently while his fingers began to circle over your clit, making you moan loudly.

Your panties were getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of his fingers and you were grinding against his hand, wanting more.

You were panting and moaning in pleasure as he kept stimulating you with his fingers, until, all of a sudden, me removed his hand making you squirm in protest.

His mouth soon wandered from your breasts down to your stomach, forcing you to let go of his hard cock.

But, as your body responded beneath his, your mind couldn't catch up to the events unfolding between the two of you.

You surrendered and let him take control and it wasn’t long until his lips had reached the top of your panties.

‘Oh god’ you moaned in anticipation just as Cillian took hold of both sides of your panties before slipping them down.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asked, unsure about your reaction.

‘No, please don’t’ you said, your hands falling onto the top of your head.

Admiring the view, Cillian let his fingers run up and down your slit slowly and gently, taking the juices leaking from it and spreading them up to the hood over your clit.

You moaned loudly at the sensation as, suddenly, you could feel Cillian’s tongue join his fingers, playfully darting closer to your opening, but not quite getting there.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as energy was coursing through your body, wanting to release, but not quite getting there. He apparently had received a masters degree in how to play your body.

Suddenly his tongue was there, licking up the sides of each of your lips. Inspecting the crevices.

Your head began to thrash, your hands flew out and grabbed the bedding.

‘Let me know if I hurt you’ was the next thing you heard but didn’t pay much attention to as you felt one of his fingers enter you.

With the mildest of discomfort, you arched your back while moan after moan left your mouth.

For several minutes, his finger went in and out of you gently while his tongue was licking you, circling over your clit.

He wasn’t sure whether or not to add another finger, but he decided to try his luck after reminding you to tell him if he hurts you in any way.

Moments later, he inserted a second finger while continuing to circle your clit with his tongue.

‘Oh fuck’ you moaned. There was a slight discomfort but it didn’t last very long before you felt nothing but pure pleasure.

Cillian’s fingers began rubbing inside of you as he placed his mouth around the hood of your clit and began to suck.

‘Holy Shit Cillian’ you moaned. You could feel him smile against your mound.

You began to squirm but he would not let up and your body began its final ascent.

Waves of electricity were crashing through you and your hips were grinding and bucking under his direct tutelage as your orgasm washed over you.

You were a shaking mess by the time he was done and, when you finally came down from your high, Cillian moved up and gave you a passionate kiss.

You could taste your juices on his lips and it was possibly the most erotic moment you had ever experienced.

‘Your turn’ you smirked before pushing Cillian onto his back against the stash of pillows.

You comment caused Cillian to chuckle just before you leaned over him to kiss him.

‘You know you don’t have to Y/N. There is no rush’ he said, running his hand over your cheek as your lips drifted apart.

‘But I want to’ you said with determination. ‘I might just need a little guidance’ you said shyly before descending down on his body, trailing gentle kisses over his chest and all the way down to his stomach.

You adored his body, it was perfect. He was the most attractive man you ever met.

As you were gently kissing his stomach, your hands moved beneath the rim of his briefs before pulling them down.

His erection sprung up almost instantly as soon as the briefs cam down and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment.

‘I think I will just go for it and you tell me if I do something wrong’ you said with a smile as you pinned back your hair into a bun with the hairband that was wrapped around your wrist.

Your comment made Cillian laugh for a moment until he could feel your warm lips on the tip of his cock, at which point the word ‘fuck’ was all that left his mouth.

Moans soon began to escape him as you used your hands to stroke him, up and down, while the head of his cock lolled uneasily on the top of your tongue.

You took him deeper into your mouth with every stroke and, as the third inch made its way into your mouth, your lips were being stretched.

You soon managed to take him in all the way, although it was a struggle.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ Cillian moaned as his length disappeared in your mouth.

His comment made you stop and ask whether something was wrong.

‘No, you are doing it perfectly’ Cillian reassured you just before you returned your attention to his very hard cock.

By this time precum had pooled on the tip as you took him back into your mouth. It tasted sweet but yet salty at the same time.

Your tongue began circling around him and then up and down his shaft before returning to the bopping motions.

Cillian leaned back and relaxed as you improved your technique minute by minute.

Each stroke of your tongue was now driving him crazy.

Looking up at him occasionally, you could see that he was enjoying whatever you were doing.

Your tongue was moving like a snake, coating every inch of his velvety soft, yet hard cock with a fine patina of sweet, warm saliva.

It wasn’t long until you could feel Cillian’s cock throb inside your mouth and his breathing was becoming laboured.

His hand was tangled up inside your hair as you continued to bop your head up and down firmly.

‘Y/N, I am close, you might want to stop’ Cillian said, trying hard to hold back.

‘Come in my mouth’ you said confidently before you continued your movements.

Your comment caught Cillian by surprise but he didn’t dare to argue and let go.

Just as your mouth bopped down on his hard shaft again, you could feel him pulsate inside your mouth and, with one loud groan, his warm cum spurted on the back of your tongue.

You continued to bop your head and collect all of his cum until he began to relax.

‘Did you just?’ Cillian asked, and before he could finish his question, you interrupted.

‘Swallow? Yes, what else do you normally do with it?’ you asked with a smirk.

‘I hate sleeping on dirty sheets and I was planning to stay the night, so that seemed like the best option’ you laughed before laid beside Cillian, his arms gently wrapping around you.

‘Hey, I am not complaining’ he laughed as he ran his hands gently over your arms.

‘Didn’t think so’ you said before kissing him again gently.

You fell asleep pretty soon afterwards, curled up against Cillian’s chest.

You both slept well and deep until, at 6am, Cillian’s alarm went off.

‘Oh goddam, what’s the time?’ you asked.

‘6am, why?’ Cillian said as you jumped out of the bed and collected your clothes, trying to put them on as quickly as you can.

‘Y/N, we don’t have a scene until 7am. There is plenty of time’ he said.

‘Yes, but Emma starts at 6.30am. She will notice me not being there’ you explained.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #Cillian Murphy x Reader #cillian murphy imagine #thomas shelby #Peaky Blinders

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tilthedayidice · 3 years

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Name Palettes:

This is a list of names I've completed or are currently sitting in my ask box waiting for me to complete them! I've put them in alphabetical order so they're easier to find!

Please keep in mind that some names have both "masculine" and "feminine" versions and will have the same definitions.

Aarasha, Adastra, Adriana, Agni, Aisha, Alannah, Aleah, Alexandria, Alexis, Amanda, Amaris, Ambrose, Amelia, Angie, Annie, Ant, Apollo, Archer, Ari, Ariana, Ariel, Ashley, Aura, Avalon, Avery

Belinda, Bianca, Birgit, Bo, Breanna, Brittnay, Bryana

Caleb, Calliope, Calvin, Candy, Carakyn, Carly, Casanova, Cassandra, Cepheus, Chandler, Charolette, Claire, Cohen, Corynne,

Damien, Darby, Deanna, Dustin,

Edith, Ela, Elior, Elisabeth, Elliot, Elyan, Emily, Emrys, Espen, Evie

Finnigan, Fira, Flavia, Fletcher

Gaeylin, Gams, Gordon, Gracie, Griffin, Gwilym,

Hannah, Hex,

Icarus, Inga, Isaac, Isabel, Iska,

Jacquetta, Jackalope, Jade, Jana, Janus, Jasmine, Jasper,, Jeffery, Jordan, Julia, Justin,

Katarina, Katjia ,Kathryn, Katya, Kieran, Krista, Kymberly,

Lacey, Lane, Laura, Leander, Leo, Levi, Lew, Libby, Lilianna, Lilly, Liora, Logan, Luna, Lynn

Madelyn, Madison, Mallory, Marina, Maris, Marjolijm, Mars, Mercy, Mes, Micah, Mikaela, Miles, Mitchell, Molly, Morven

Nadia, Naosie, Neko, Nicola,

Olivia,

Peregrine, Pie, Puck,

Ray, Ratatoskr, Rebbeca, Reese, Rene, Rhys, Richard, Rio, Rose, Rowan, Ruben, Ryan,

Sabrina, Samantha, Saorise, Sarah, Seanus, Sean, Selen, Seph, Shiki, Sid, Sigrun, Silas, Siobhan, Soni, Spade, Steph, Sydney,

Tabith, Taylor, Tessa, Theo, Tiernan, Tim, Tine, Toby,

Ursus,

Valen, Valentine, Vene, Vexikos, Vinsar, Vitoria, Vivianne, Vos,

Wolfgang, Wyatt,

Yvette,

Zadkiel, Zephyr, Zoe,

#name palette list #names used #directory post #name masterlist

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starbuckie · 4 years

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𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld

prompt: “we’re divorced?”

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :) this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

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It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died.

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England.

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them.

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions.

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.”

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.”

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light.

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel.

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where.

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips.

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice.

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy.

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her.

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity.

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground.

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see.

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.”

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his.

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending.

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky.

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-”

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies.

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’.

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.”

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?”

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?”

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart.

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that’s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.”

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.” Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty.

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised.

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.”

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.”

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room.

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!”

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?”

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.”

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed.

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Breaking

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Very little plot to the porn here. Rough, intense sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, it's all Yvette's fault.

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Summary: Y/N and Dean play some pool; who's the winner?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Very little plot to the porn here. Rough, intense sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, it's all Yvette's fault.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 2,510

A/N: @justagirlinafandomworld shared the pic above, and it got me immediately thinking of Dean in his fed suit, and all the filthy thoughts began swirling.

So, here ya go - enjoy the dirtiness! 😁

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“What are we doing here, Winchester?” Y/N asked once again as they stepped through the thick wooden door that led them back into the bar they’d been in earlier in the day.

Dean flicked the lights on, casting a pale bluish tint over the room from the neon sign that sputtered to life over the bar.

“I don’t get it." Y/N exclaimed, clearly confused. "Did Warren say there was still a problem? Is the ghost back somehow? Did he see something?”

Dean shook his head as he locked the bar door behind himself, and wandered up the three stairs leading to the pool tables.

“Nope. He’s good, very grateful that he can reopen the bar tomorrow without fear of his patrons being taken out by a homicidal ghost.”

Y/N threw her hands up with an exasperated laugh. “Then I’m gonna ask for the fourth time now, why are we back here?”

Dean started pulling the pool balls up out of the pockets around the table, and rolling them onto the red felt top.

“I just asked Warren if we could borrow the bar for tonight. Thought maybe we could have a few drinks…”

He gathered all the balls together at the end of the table, shaping them into a triangle with his arms before putting the rack around them and sliding them into place. “...and I thought maybe I could kick your ass in a couple games of pool.”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow at him. “K, first of all - you wish. Secondly, it’s nearly two in the morning, we are still dressed like feds, and we have a very long drive ahead of us tomorrow. But you have a sudden need to play pool in an empty, recently de-ghosted bar?”

Dean shrugged out of his dark gray suit jacket and tossed it onto one of the wooden chairs nearby. “Yeah, pretty much.” He threw her a challenging look. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? ‘Fraid you’re gonna lose?”

She rolled her eyes and walked slowly up the steps to the pool table. “Not likely, Winchester.”

Dean handed her a pool cue and a wicked grin curved his lips as she took it. “I’ll even let you break, give you a chance to play a bit before I run the table.”

"Yeah right." Y/N scoffed as she grabbed the stick and waved Dean away. “Outta the way, buddy. No crowding my shots.”

They played for the next hour or so, and found that they were very evenly matched. Whoever broke tended to run the table and it was rare that the other person even got a chance to play.

Neither of them were really playing fair, both determined to distract the other. Y/N was amazed that she was able to play at all with Dean pulling out all the stops in order to blow her concentration.

He was unbelievably sexy in his crisp white button down and clinging gray dress pants. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows allowing her to appreciate the way the long, corded muscles in his forearms rippled as he held the cue in place and then drove it home, sinking ball after ball. His strong, thick fingers wrapped around the end of the stick, guiding the shot, and all Y/N could think about in those moments was how incredible those massive hands and hard fingers would feel pressed into her skin.

Not to be outdone, she made sure she was giving as good as she was getting. She innocently ran her hand down his arm as she moved past him. And while he was lining up the eight ball for the far corner pocket, she was on the other end of the table and made sure to lean forward and put her elbows down, giving him a perfect view down the front of her blouse to the top of her lacy white bra. He completely shanked the shot and the cue ball veered off to give her a clear line of sight to push the eight ball into the side pocket.

At the end of four games they were tied at two apiece. Y/N walked around the side of the table to stand close to him. She grinned up at him. “Whaddya say, Winchester? Tie breaker?”

Dean smiled down at her, a friendly challenge in his his expression. But she swallowed at the look of heat that also lingered in his eyes. “Wanna make this interesting?”

She laughed softly and swayed toward him a little. “Haven’t you been interested so far?”

He licked his lips and her gaze fell, irresistibly, to his mouth. He shrugged. “I just thought maybe we could use this chance to finally get it out in the open.”

She frowned. “Get what into the open?”

“How much you want me.”

Y/N was silent for a moment before forcing a laugh and sputtering at him. “You’ve sure got a shit ton of hubris, buddy, if you think -”

“And how fucking desperate I am for you.” Dean cut in, his voice low and full of grit.

Y/N was silenced and it seemed as though they stared into each other for an eternity, the tension growing thick and palpable between them.

Y/N shook her head. “I thought we agreed not to bring sex into this.”

“Into what?”

“Into this, us, our friendship.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “I definitely don’t remember agreeing to that.”

Y/N bit into her bottom lip, trying to get her body under control while it was screaming a resounding yes, desperately trying to make her stop talking.

Her voice was soft. “It was kind of a silent agreement, I thought, because we know just how dangerous our lives are, because of how complicated everything already is, and because the last thing we need is to possibly fuck up our really good thing by sleeping together.”

Dean stepped closer to her, crowding her back, so her ass colided with the table. “I have no intention of sleeping, and if we had some kind of silent contract?...”

He brought his hands up to grip the sides of her pale pink blouse. “...how about we break it?” With those words he ripped open her shirt, tearing the fabric and scattering buttons across the floor.

Y/N gasped and then stopped breathing as he dragged his blunt fingernails down the valley between her breasts and over her exposed belly, raising goosebumps in his wake. His other hand found the zipper at the side of her pencil skirt and slowly slid it down, allowing the skirt to fall and pool at her feet.

He took a half step back so he could see all of her. “Fuck, Y/N. Say we can break it, say you want me as bad as I want you.”

He stepped back close as he slid his hand over her satin-clad pussy, groaning at the hot, wet mess he found there. “Christ, baby, let’s break it.”

Y/N moaned deeply at the feel of his middle finger rubbing at her clit through her soaked panties. “Fuck it. Yes, Dean, god, fucking break me.”

Dean barely let the last word out of her mouth before he crashed his mouth to hers, and slipped his hands around to her back so he could unhook her bra. He wrenched it from her body and tossed it across the room. He tore his mouth away from hers so that he could slide his lips down her trembling body.

He captured her nipple between his teeth and tugged. Y/N plunged her hands into his hair as he continued to lick and nip at her skin. As he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against the puckered bud he pushed her panties down over her hips. They fell on top of her skirt and she stepped out of both, kicking them aside.

Dean grabbed hold of her waist and lifted her up onto the pool table. The soft red felt rubbed deliciously against her bare skin as he pushed her back to lay across it. He pushed her knees up towards her head, before pressing them wide open, his eyes glittering at the feast in front of him.

He turned his head so he could press his lips against her ankle, holding on to her spiky high heel to guide her foot to his mouth. Her heels were strappy and black and Dean twisted his tongue between the straps and then up her calf before turning to her other foot and doing the same.

As he reached her knee, he began to nibble and lick his way up her inner thigh. When he reached the apex, he slid his hands under her hips and lifted her so that he could easily bury his face in her cunt and begin feasting. His mouth was luscious and felt like absolute sin as he sucked and bit and soothed her overheated pussy.

She was moaning and writhing within minutes, yanking on his hair and staring feverishly at the look of rapture on his face as he consumed her. As he brought her to the peak, he pushed her over the edge by moaning deeply, harshly, the vibrations against her clit causing her to scream and slam her knees closed around Dean’s head. She pressed her tiptoes against the pool table as her hips spasmed, and her cunt rocked against Dean's mouth.

As she came down she was barely aware of being manhandled off the table to stand on trembling legs for a moment before Dean spun her around and bent her over the table. She laid her hands flat, her elbows bent as Dean pushed his big palm between her shoulder blades and kept her pinned there.

She heard his belt buckle and felt the back of his hand rub against her cunt as he opened his belt and pulled down his zipper. Seconds later she heard a thick, squelching sound and cried out at the feeling of being stuffed full, as Dean drove deep and hard into her soaked pussy.

He stayed still for a minute, the wide head of his cock pressed so deep, she could feel him tight against her cervix. She tried to wiggle her ass against him, tried to move her hips to bring about the delicious friction she was craving from him, but he wouldn’t have it. The fingers on his right hand dug into her hip and held her fast.

“Please, Dean.” She begged. “I need you, I need you so bad, fuck me, break me, I need to feel you so deep, so hard.” Her lust was making her crazy and she reached her arm back towards him, trying to feel some part of him, trying to urge him on.

Dean grabbed hold of her elbow as she reached back, and then took hold of the other one, bringing them together behind her. He folded them over the middle of her back and crushed them between their bodies as his weight held her down against the felt table top, pulling out and slamming back into her body.

“Unf! Fuck Y/N, you’re so fucking tight, so sweet, just like I knew you’d be.”

He pulled out of her body, and then looked down at where the head of his cock was spreading her open again. “Fucking take it, every fucking inch, I know you can do it baby.” He growled at her before he slammed deep and hard again, rocking her against the table so hard, she knew the front of her thighs would be bruised from the hard wood.

It felt like an invasion, in the best possible sense, as though he was ripping her apart, filling her up so tight that he was leaving no room for any man to ever satisfy her again.

Yet no matter how hard and how fast, and how deep he filled her, she needed more, needed him to rearrange her insides, leave every piece of himself with her, fill her so full with his seed that she’d feel him dripping out of her for days.

“Fuck me apart, Dean. Fuck me so I can’t walk, cant move without feeling you.”

She cried out as he rocketed against her cervix so hard it hurt, but so good. “Fucking, break me, break me.” She panted against the red felt of the pool table.

Dean let go of her forearms and grabbed hold of her upper arms so he could piston his hips into her while using all his strength to slam her back against him, getting miraculously deeper and pounding into her like a machine, hammering against her until she screamed her release and went limp beneath him.

He rammed into her exhausted, boneless body a few more times, taking extreme pleasure in just how fucked out she was, how she was barely able to whimper as he finally exploded into her body with a roar.

He fell across her back, and breathed hot and damp against her neck, both of them silent for a few minutes. Finally he pulled out of her, his spent cock still twitching slightly at the sight of Y/N bent over and fucked so good, his cum trickling out of her cunt to run slick and shiny down her thighs.

He tucked himself back into his pants, realizing he’d never even undressed. “Stay there a minute, sweetheart.” He told Y/N and chuckled when all she could offer in response was a slight moan.

He ran behind the bar and grabbed a clean rag, wet it in the sink there, and then grabbed a couple of beers too. When he got back to her he used the clean cool cloth to wipe up the sticky mess on her skin and then scooped up her unresisting form and carried her over to the little, leather couch that sat in the corner of the bar.

He sat down with her in his arms and tucked her close before he pulled off her beer cap and held it to her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and she took a long drink, licking her lips when he took it away.

She reached up and trailed her fingers along his cheek, rasping her nails through his scruff. He didn’t like to see the uncertainty that was moving back into her eyes as she began to recover. She sucked her swollen bottom lip into her mouth, her expression cautious.

“So…” Her throat was raspy from her cries of pleasure, and she cleared it before continuing. “So, what happens now?”

Though Dean was nervous too, about what the future would hold for them, he smiled reassuringly at Y/N and kissed her slowly and sweetly.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d say we both won that round, which means we’re tied again.” He smiled wickedly at her and was happy to see an answering grin wreathe her face. “Meaning, we’ll have to try again and see if we can’t break it.”

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flamboyantly-incompetent · 1 year

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OoTP, Chapter 2 - Quidditch Tryouts

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: death mentions

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Word Count: 2446

Note: Something that really bothered me about book/movie 5 was how the only people who seemed to be truly bothered by Cedric's death were Harry and Cho. I attempt to fix that.

In years past, the atmosphere of the Hufflepuff common room had been warm and lively. Ever since Cedric Diggory died, though, the weight of his absence was ever present. People sat by the fire, tended their favorite hanging plants, and studied at the great cherry wood tables in silence, eerily somber.

No sooner were you five steps in were you set upon by Zacharias Smith.

"Y/L/N!" he said, eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He had never reacted this way to your presence before. "You fly, right?"

You blinked. "Erm, kind of?"

"I'm Quidditch captain this year. We're holding tryouts on Thursday for Cedric's spot, and a ton of other people have left too." Everyone in the room paused what they were doing to stare at him.

Olive Sceptre, a fifth year with long red hair and freckles, said weakly, "We're just going to replace him?"

"We can't play without a Seeker," he snapped. "What am I supposed to do?"

No one spoke for what seemed a long time, the only noises being the crackling from the fireplace and the soft whoosh from the enchanted breeze. Finally, Ezra Roberts, a seventh year and one of Cedric's friends, broke the silence and said, "He loved Quidditch mate, it's not an insult. We'll be there."

Zacharias turned his gaze back to you, and you nodded stiffly. His shoulders relaxed and he nodded back, then returned to his spot at a table.

A number of first years looked around at each other in confusion. It was unfortunate, really - the rest of their year had been welcomed into their houses with some semblance of normalcy, but for Hufflepuff, they'd unwittingly inherited a grief they had no rights to. You shook your head in a daze and retreated back into the hallway. The smell of dinner had already begun to emanate from the kitchens.

"Y/N!" a voice called from behind you. It was Herbert, followed closely by Yvette and Donna - your best friends since they'd saved you from a Peeves episode in second year. "Did Zacharias find you? He asked a few other people at breakfast. I know we have to, y'know, to play but it just seems-"

Yvette pulled all of you around, and interrupted, "We were just about to head to dinner but wanted to find you first. So let's go." You followed obediently.

"D'ya hear Sprout's got an aquaponics?"

"I was just there - it's pretty impressive. She's growing snake venom plants over leaping koi. Said Advanced Herbology students might be able to try something similar next year."

Donna grinned. "I expect a full report, we'll be the most prepared once we get there. We've just got into Bubotubers, and I can already tell it's going to be disgusting."

With the promise of something delicious and filling, you never thought to mention that you'd offered to tutor a Slytherin a full year ahead of you. Instead the conversation made laps around Herbology, Quidditch tryouts, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and her sycophantic dedication to the textbook.

"I've heard some Ravenclaws talking about it," Donna said between bites of stew. "They seem to think her qualifications begin and end with her involvement at the Ministry. Which isn't nothing, but still. And 'High Inquisitor' has never been a thing 'til now."

"I miss Hagrid," Yvette said despondently, "Grubbly-Plank seems nice but her lesson plans are so," she paused to poke around on her plate with a fork, "well, boring."

Herbert snorted, "Not any more boring than flobber worms."

You looked up to chime in, and made completely accidental eye contact with Draco Malfoy from across the room. He looked incredibly smug, but looked away from you very quickly before you had a chance to wave. Disappointing, but not surprising. You'd expected him to be an ass.

"I'm not sure anything will top those unicorn colts from last year," you said, turning your attention back to the conversation at hand. "And he always offered me tea whenever I stopped by to ask questions."

Just then, over Donna's shoulder, a Gryffindor seventh year stomped down an aisle shouting, "Oy!" Donna and Herbert turned around subtly to observe whatever drama promised to ensue.

A disheveled and tired looking Harry Potter froze in the doorway. You'd only ever spoken one word to him - a quiet 'sorry' for stamping on his foot accidentally during a Herbology lesson in your second year - but it was hard not to recognize him. Especially after last term. Harry Potter, the boy who lived and apparently kept living, clutching Cedric's dead body, screaming about You-Know-Who was not a sight you'd soon forget. You shivered. Cedric had often been the life of the common room and, though you hadn't known him well either, you often found yourself wishing he was still around to crack jokes and hand out sugar quills to first years.

"So," Herbert said darkly, turning back around, "wha'd'ya reckon?"

Donna bit into an apple tart, eyebrow raised. Yvette replied, "About what?"

Herbert rolled his eyes. "About Cedric. About You-Know-Who being back. Nothing happened over the summer. When we all went home I expected to be in some kind of martial law. Daily Prophet says Potter's barking. Dumbledore too."

Donna scoffed, "Daily Prophet also said Harry was twelve and in love with Hermione Granger, and it's so, painfully obvious he's got the hots for Cho Chang."

You nodded. "True."

"So do you think." Yvette whispered, "they were maybe fighting over her and it got out of hand?"

"No," you said quickly, "not at all. I doubt, well I don't know him so I don't know, but I doubt he'd've done that." Donna shook her head too.

Herbert crossed his arms. "Well maybe it was just a trick of the maze. Like a boggart or something. And then-"

"Then what happened to Cedric? And I think if it was part of the game, Dumbledore would've known." You bit your lip, thinking, then continued, "I dunno, I expected something major too. But my mum says between Dumbledore and Fudge, her money's on Dumbledore."

"I think maybe," Dona started, eyebrows knit together, "maybe we'll just have to wait and see."

A Ravenclaw from the table behind leaned over, it was Luna. She said, "My father, he runs The Quibbler, we think-"

"What's that?" Yvette interrupted. "The Quivler?"

Luna huffed. "Quibbler. We think-"

"Never heard of it."

Luna reached into her robes and pulled out a colorful magazine. She tossed it into Yvette's lap and continued, "We think Dumbledore and Harry Potter are telling the truth. And that the Prophet should find itself some real journalists." She tossed some hair over her shoulder. "Y/N, have you started the Arithmancy assignment? You may want to, I almost missed dinner working through it."

"Oh, uh, thanks Luna." She nodded and turned back to her table.

Donna blinked a few times. "Anyway, do you reckon you'll make the team this time?"

You sighed. "I don't know. I don't know if I want to make the team. When I tried out last year I just wanted a reason to ask for a broom for Christmas, and I have a broom now. And you know me - I don't have a competitive bone in my body."

"There's always Keeper," Donna said, mouth full of roasted broccoli, "and you've got to try out at least. I am."

Herbert looked up sharply. "You hate flying."

"Well, yeah, but I've never had a reason to do it. Maybe if I did I'd like it."

Yvette rolled her eyes. "Maybe. I'm trying out too."

"Okay," you said, "I will too then. Herb?"

"If you insist."

Thursday evening rolled around after a long day of Charms, Transfiguration, and History of Magic. Herbert, Yvette and Donna came with you to an empty common room after classes so you could fetch your broom. Hoping to keep it a secret, though apparently your attempt had been in vain, you'd been keeping your Cleansweep 7 under your bed. The girl's dormitory was empty too, aside from your white fluffy cat, Wilbur, who was sprawled out across the floor. You scratched behind his ears for a moment and grabbed your broom.

Back in the common room, you said, "D'you reckon everyone's at the Quidditch pitch?"

The four of you tramped across the grounds to the pitch where, as you'd predicted, what looked like every single Hufflepuff had congregated.

Madam Hooch and Zacharias were leading the other two remaining players from last year, a beater and another chaser, all carrying three school brooms each.

"You'll have to share," Madam Hooch said. "Are you all trying out?"

Most people nodded, a few shook their heads and one simply said, "Moral support."

Hooch sighed and said, "Well at least that much hasn't changed. Smith, you may need to book the pitch again next week for a second round. Let me know."

Zacharias had everyone get into groups for the position they'd like to try out for, and you shuffled into the smallest group for Keeper, then the rest of Hufflepuff - the spectators - found seats in the stands joined by Professor Sprout, who beamed broadly at everyone who'd look her way.

"We'll start with Chasers," said Zacharias. "It should be easiest to fill spots from there. Olive, you're up."

Tryouts wore on. Zacharias and Cadwallader juggled the quaffle with increasingly complex passes, all the while McManus did his best to pelt the given new comer with a bludger. It was pretty fun to watch, though there were a few solid hits that ended with a trip to Madam Pomfrey.

Donna did exquisitely poorly, dodging the quaffle as fervently as the bludger, and then quitting almost immediately after catching the quaffle the first time. All she said was, "Nauseous," as she left the pitch to lay down in the stands.

However, Yvette did quite well on her turn, managing to roll on her broom to avoid a bludger and make a tough catch all at once. After she got off her broom, Zacharias shook her hand and said something, then she looked at you with a giddy glint in her eye. You shot her a thumbs up.

Yvette, officially on the team, Beaters were next. You sat with the Keeper and Seeker groups on the cold grass to await your turn. The team continued in quite the same way, just with a new player. Ezra Roberts managed to land a solid hit that sent a thwak echoing across the field, and hit Zacharias squarely in the gut. The quaffle soared past his head. Ezra was welcomed to the team.

Seekers were next, due to their specific need for some amount of daylight. Instead of using an actual snitch, which could be lost for days if uncaught, Zacharias produced a basket of gold painted golf balls, which he sent whizzing into the air at random intervals to see who could catch the most. Herbert did a fair job, but Devon Summerby, admittedly the obvious choice, was welcomed to the team.

Finally, it was time for the Keepers. Only five of the original group had stuck around; most had trailed off to complete homework, though they, and the rest of Hufflepuff, remained in the stands, reading by wand light. Zacharias dismissed the Beaters and the new Seeker, who also clambered into the stands.

Your name was called, and you mounted your broom and kicked off to the circle the goalposts. The sun had disappeared behind the castle, casting long shadows all the way to the forest.

"Just try to keep us from scoring, yeah?" Zacharias shouted.

"Got it!" you shouted back. Quick as a jinx, they zoomed towards you, and you focused on keeping an eye on the quaffle. From Smith to Cadwallader, to Yvette then back to Cadwallader, you blocked the quaffle as it soared towards the leftmost hoop with the back end of your broom. Zacharias recalled the quaffle and you went again. You blocked the next few attempts as well, fairly at home in the air, and it was fun enough.

You were willing to admit, being on the Quidditch team wouldn't be the worst thing.

Something caught your eye from the ground - silvery white hair. Draco Malfoy and the Slytherins who seemed to be constantly one step behind him had marched onto the pitch, brooms in hand, and were scowling at the proceedings. He met your eyes, surprised. The quaffle soared by your head and into the center goal.

"Sorry," you said in a daze, "I got distracted."

Zacharias flew up next to you. "That's alright. Pretty good job, too. Could you send Wanda up?"

You nodded and flew back to the group still sitting on the field. "Wanda, your turn." Wanda Clemm, a sixth year with tight curls and a gap tooth grin, launched herself into the air and proceeded to block every quaffle thrown at her.

Malfoy, standing with his arms folded, refused to look at you as if he had no idea who you were or why he'd even want to acknowledge your existence. The taller one of his two companions caught you looking and sneered. You raised an eyebrow and returned your attention to the players descending from the sky.

Zacharias clapped once and said, "Thanks to everybody for coming out - I think we've got a good lineup this year, all things considered. That's a wrap." People began filtering out of the stands as he turned to you. "Hey, I was wondering if I could make you the substitute in case somebody can't play? You'd have been Keeper if it weren't for that last one."

"Sure!" you said, the surprise evident in your voice, "Of course."

"Great. See you later!"

Yvette, Herbert, Donna, and yourself gathered to walk back to the common room. Then you heard Malfoy say, not even a little under his breath, "Their best player loses a fight with a hedge and they have to try everyone in the house for a suitable replacement? Pathetic." The creaking from the stands stopped as everyone who'd heard him froze. It seemed that no one quite knew what to do.

So, before you had a chance to think about it, you stomped over and snapped up at him, "Have you ever considered not being such a gigantic git?"

"Ten points," Professor Sprout said, "from Slytherin Mr. Malfoy. And ten points from Hufflepuff, Miss Y/L/N. For unsportsmanlike conduct. the both of you are out of line."

You glared at each other for another moment before you turned on your heel abruptly and retreated to the common room with the rest of your house.

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