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Marriage Law with no children involved
Can you suggest some fics around it? I would love it if there is a HEA with no children? Thank you.
Nowhere to go but up - Cronebutcute - T, 28 chapters - Hermione has come a long way from her Hogwarts days, after leaving her job at the ministry when she realized that the muggle-wizard affairs office was nothing but a stop gap. She is using her skills and fame to run a successful non-profit for connecting muggle born witches and wizards to internships and resources to help them integrate in to wizard society and remain on it after school. Fundraisers and politics seem to be consuming all her spare time surrounding her with increasing numbers of former Slytherin causing friction with her close friends as a new rumor of the ministry trying to pass a Marriage law is brewing.
The Anti-Marriage Law by Gr8t_78 - E, one-shot - When the Ministry hands down a decree banning marriages and pregnancies for three years, Hermione Granger is outraged! Nobody is going to tell her she canât get married. And if playboy Auror Draco Malfoy is going to pretend to marry her, itâll just prove her point to the Minister of Magic. Itâs the principle of the thing!
This Could Be Love - galaxy_skies - T, one-shot - At too early oâclock on Saturday morning, when she ought to be sleeping in, especially given the late night sheâd had prior, Hermione wakes up to a clattering and a shout from her living room. âFucking â why the fuck â Granger!â Hermione buries her pounding head under the pillows and hopes very much that the man swearing in her living room is just some terrible dream. A nightmare.
call me draco - thatblondebitvh - M, one-shot - âWhy, out of all people, me?â He raised an eyebrow, waiting. A drop of wine got caught in the corner of his mouth, threatening to drip down his chin. She clung to it like it were her lifeline, only to watch as his tongue flicked out to steal it before it stained his skin. She let out a shaky breath and said, âBecause I had nowhere else to go.â
Title: Lost Images Author: EvilGu Rating: M Genre(s): Romance/Humour/Mystery/Drama Chapters: 51 Word Count: 226,022 Summary: Epilogue up! MARRIAGE LAW Hermione must marry Draco Malfoy- the only wizard that (begrudgingly) petitioned for her who is not actively trying to kill her. If only there was some loop-hole⊠Can the unlikely pair survive marriage, in-laws, ghosts, murderous enemies, and their own traitorous feelings?
In These Silent Days - HeyJude19 - E, 14 chapters - Hermione is familiar with fighting: for respect, for attention, for justice. Sheâs even made a career of it; working on behalf of creatures and beings. But her battle against the Ministryâs marriage law is one she loses. Badly. And now, she has to contend with not only public derision and patriarchal politics, but her growing feelings for her government-mandated spouse.
-Lisa
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Counting, did you guys know I've written 28 novels!! wow!!!
And only like. 5 of them have ever been read by someone else lmao
not counting new drafts, of course, although I do completely rewrite every book for every draft. Counting those would bring it somewhere around 60
well anyway. that's kind of cool!
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hi mae!! may i get a poly marauders x reader where reader just completely becomes quiet and stuff around negatively raised voices? like if two of the others (not necessarily reader) are arguing and suddenly theyre arguing in raised voices and reader has grown up in that kinda household so she js makes herself absolutely scarce in fear of one of them snapping at her or smth? sorry if this is very specific or if its not something ur comfortable with lol have a great day :)
Thank you for requesting <3
cw: implied trauma around shouting/aggression
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
âYou didnât think to look for a sign?âÂ
âI didnât see any sign.âÂ
âThere was a sign less than ten feet away.âÂ
âOkay, I saw that one.â Sirius reaches up into your cupboard, shuffling things around until he gets to the sleeve of biscuits in the back. His attention is noticeably not on Remus. âI thought it was only for the spot it was posted in front of. They ought to make those things more clear.âÂ
âThe rest of us always manage to interpret them fine.â Thereâs no bite you can find in Remusâ tone. Heâs not standing stiffly, or crossing his arms. But deep in your chest, thereâs a small coil of tension brought about by something in your boyfriendâs demeanor you canât identify. It has you lingering at the edge of the room. You think Remus is more upset than heâs letting on.Â
Sirius seems to sense this, too. âOi, itâs nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. Itâs being handled, isnât it?âÂ
âIt is being handled,â Remus says. He rubs his thumb into his temple. âIâm beginning to wonder how many times itâll have to be handled before you learn how public parking works.âÂ
âI did think after three tickets weâd be done with it,â James jokes, oblivious to the rising tension. âSurely at some point the towing company must start giving us a discount.âÂ
Sirius pops a biscuit in his mouth. He folds his arms, speaking around it. âIâm taking care of it, alright? Iâll pay the ticket. Iâve already paid the towing company and gone to the lot to get the car backâwhich ate up a good chunk of my day, by the way, so I donât really fancy coming home to be lectured about it.âÂ
âSirius.â Remus sighs harshly, eyes closed as if this is all giving him a headache. âDo you really want me to feel bad for you about a mess you got yourself into?âÂ
âI just donât see whatâs left for you to be pissy about!âÂ
âRight, well, youâre not the one whoâs going to have to go to court for it, are you? This is our fourth parking violation, and the carâs in my name. Iâm going to have to use a sick day for it.âÂ
âJust let me go instead, then.âÂ
âThatâs not how it works, Sirius.âÂ
You find yourself retreating from the room on silent feet, disappearing down the hall.Â
âWould you stop saying my name like that? I canât bloody well help whatâs already happened. Iâve said Iâm sorry, what else do you want me to do?â
âIâm not sure you have said that, actually.âÂ
âIâve said Iâll go to court for you!âÂ
âHold on,â James cuts in, âletâs justââÂ
âDoesnât sound quite like the same fucking thing, does it?âÂ
You shut the bedroom door with a soft click. It deadens the voices, though the sharp tones seem to pierce the wood. You push out a breath, forcing it around the tension in your chest.Â
Everything is fine. Nothing truly bad is going to happen, not with these boys. You feel caught between pressing your ear to the door to hear every word and putting in your earbuds to drown it all out.Â
It doesnât take terribly long for the tones to soften into something safer. Not kind, exactly, but less jagged. Jamesâ voice chimes in more often. You hear more sighs than scoffs. The feeling in your chest stays, primed.Â
When Sirius comes to find you, youâre scrolling aimlessly on your laptop.Â
âHi,â he says, giving you a little smile as he slips in the door.Â
You smile back. âHi.âÂ
âItâs all clear out there, just so you know.â Sirius sits at the end of the bed, a gentleness in his features that makes you feel sheepish. âSafe to come back out if you want to.âÂ
âAre you okay?â you ask quietly.Â
âWeâre okay, baby.âÂ
âAnd you and RemusâŠâÂ
âHeâs still a bit miffed with me,â he admits, âbut weâre alright. Iâm going to see if theyâll let me go to court for him since I was the one using the car.âÂ
You nod. The inside of your cheek finds its way between your molars. âIâm sorry you got a ticket,â you say.Â
Sirius smiles, gray eyes soft with fondness. âThanks, sweetness. Itâs okay. It happens, you know?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âSome could argue it might happen less if I was perhaps a bit more cautious.âÂ
Your lips quirk. âThey could.âÂ
âBut itâs all fine. Everythingâs really alright, weâve made up. Do you want to come have dinner?âÂ
âOh.â You get up. âYeah, sorry.âÂ
Sirius tsks. âWhatâre you sorry for?âÂ
âI didnât mean to hide.âÂ
He hums, pulling you close to press his lips to the side of your head. âI donât blame you,â he murmurs.Â
James is stirring a pan of vegetables in the kitchen, his arm wound snug around Remusâ neck. They appear to be speaking quietly between kisses. When Sirius pulls out a chair for you at the table, James turns with a smile.Â
âHey, lovie.â His voice shines with affection.Â
Itâs not a scene youâve always been used to after an argument. Smiles and a shared meal, all of you in the same room together without a sharp look exchanged.Â
âHi,â you say back, trying to smile in the same way. Your feet come up onto your seat, legs folding into a pretzel.Â
Remus leans around James to see you better. âIâm sorry,â he says. âI didnât mean to drive you off.âÂ
âYou didnât drive me off,â you reply. You both know itâs a lie. Remusâ mouth slants sympathetically.Â
âAre you alright?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, honestly. Sirius rubs your thigh like heâs going to make sure of it. âYou?âÂ
Remus smiles softly. âIâm alright. Thanks, sweetheart.âÂ
âI think we should institute a new system.â The vegetables hiss as James pushes them around in the pan. âWhenever two of us are having a row, the other two get to vote on whoâs right, and thatâs the end of it.âÂ
âBut,â you hesitate, âthereâs four of us? What if itâs a split vote?âÂ
âThen thatâll be the least of our problems.â You can practically hear the eye roll Remus is holding back. âTaking sides would never work.âÂ
âAgreed,â says Sirius. âI vote that James doesnât get to institute new systems.âÂ
âWhat?â James sulks. âYou always take Remusâ side.âÂ
âClearly not.âÂ
âWell, you always do when itâs against me!âÂ
âIâm going to leave again,â you joke, gratified when James instantly apologizes and Sirius puts his hands over your ears.Â
âYou heard her.â Remus smiles, dropping a light kiss to Jamesâ hair. âNo more bickering, you two. Honestly, Iâve no idea what possesses you. Can you believe them, dove?âÂ
âNope,â you say, smiling.Â
Sirius fixes you with a look. âIâm going to start bickering with you next if youâre not careful.âÂ
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neighbors (tf141 x fem! reader)
Introduction: the universe is never on your side.

wake up, go to work, eat, read, and go to sleep.
that had been your routine for the last couple months ever since you moved in to your new place. your new home.
it really didnât bother you at all. the solitude, the quietness, the undeniable lack of socialization you had, it was okay with you even if might have looked like the most miserable life to others.
it was a great place to the say the least. your last resort to finally getting the fuck out of the apartment you had shared with your now ex-roommate. you couldnât bare living there another day hearing her constant sexual acts with every guy she brought in like they were some kind of rabid animals. gross.
there was really no need to say goodbye either. jumping out of your bed in excitement when you got the message from the real estate agent that the place was ready for you to move in.
finally, finally after so many years of busting your ass and saving just enough, you had your own place. not hesitating to pack your things that same day and shove everything into your old but still functional car.
you were free.
the moving was tedious and exhausting, working your muscles out when your furniture finally arrived and giving an awkward smile to your next door neighbor which you later got to find out that her name was charlotte, but insisted on you calling her just auntie lottie. she was a nice old lady, mid 70s who frequently brought you some of her delicious homemade baking with every new recipe she came across. who were you to reject free food?
auntie lottie was probably the only person you had actually talk to ever since moving in, occasionally sitting on her porch just to chat or helping her out with her garden at times.
it was one friday afternoon where the weather was a bit too cold to sit outside and found yourself sitting on auntie lotties couch as she talked about her children, grandchildren, or just the latest gossip. you were more on the listening end of the spectrum, at times putting in your two cents when she asked of your families whereabouts and pointed out âhow such a young lady shouldnât be living by herself! you ought to have a husband by now.â
you knew she didnât mean it with bad intentions but it made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment with the reminder that you were truly utterly unsuccessful when it came to relationships. sure, you had your fair share of partners and they never lasted longer than a few months before they were heading out the door when they realized your lack of intimacy.
it just never felt right and you really couldnât blame them, despite it leaving an ache in your chest. you really donât quite remember how the topic of conversation was brought up but she had mentioned that your other neighbors just across from you would be here soon.
âreally? I thought no one lived there..â furrowing your eyebrows in confusion as you brought the cup of tea up to your lips. it had been empty ever since you got here. no visible cars or sign of life making itself known for you to determine if someone actually lived there. you just figured it was empty.
âtheyâre an odd bunch but theyâre sweet and handsome. most of the time theyâre gone. no worries though, Iâll introduce you to them, dear.â you really werenât fond of that idea and by the way her eyes wrinkled with that sly look she gave you, a worried chuckle made its way past your lips.
âsure, that would be nice.â
true to her word, they arrived the very next day.
the engine of a black SUV waking you up from your three-hour nap that had your joints popping back in place after stretching your limbs out of their locked positions with how long you had been lying down on the couch.
that wasnât really what caught your attention though, fighting off the idea of just going back to sleep before your ears caught on the multitude of voices from outside. reluctantly, you get yourself out from the confines of your soft blanket and sit up on your knees to open one of the blinds with your fingers.
your eyes widened at the sight before you. four big men, all of them carrying a variety of duffle bags make their way out of the car. some of them stretching after what you presume a long drive.
you canât quite get a good look at them but you could tell they were all pretty good-looking even from the distance. starting with the one who probably had better hair days with the way his mohawk was a total mess, leaning against the tallest man you have ever seen as he rubs the sleep off his eyes. skull mask doesnât seem to be bothered by the shorter manâs tactics. an arm wrapped around his waist to keep him from falling face first on the pavement as they make their way to the front door.
flicking your eyes towards the other side of the car, you zero in on probably the most gorgeous guy you have ever seen. he wears a cap, the UK flag displayed on it and you almost gasp when he turns just enough for you to see how smooth his skin looks. totally not jealous. the last of the group finally gets out from the drivers seat. he looks older than the other three but his stance screams authority and respect once he adjusts himself. these were the neighbors lottie was talking about?
but before you could ponder the fact that you were living across four big scary men, mutton chops turns around towards your direction and makes eye contact with you.
you flinch away from the window a little too hard, tumbling your way over the couch and down onto the floor.
âshit!â you quickly cover your mouth, lying on the ground in defeat and your pride more broken than it already is for at least a few minutes before you slowly get yourself up and warily open the blinds again only to find that they had already headed inside.
letting out a small sigh of relief, you sit down on the cold floor. tilting your head back to rest against the cushion of your couch as you beg to any god out there that they didnât catch you basically eyeing them down.
auntie lottie will definitely hear about this on your next âgirls nightâ.
a/n: this is me forgiving myself after not uploading something for 2-3 months.? Iâm sorry ;-;
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10 things i hate about you || f.w.
summary: rumor has it that you and fred weasley are going out. being the instigators you two are, you decide to play into said rumors. but just how far could you go before you lose sight of the line between fiction and reality?Â
words: ~7.9k LMFAO I REALLY WENT OVERBOARD HERE
warnings: cheesiness, cliche 10 things i hate about you vibes, both y/n and fred being oblivious idiots. whatâs more to love
a/n: you thought iâd avoid writing another fake dating fic? with fred? NEVER. ik there r some fake dating fred fics out there but i swear we need MORE bc this is the best trope ever idc. also made up a name for the school paper cs i forgot if it was a thing in the books/movies lol. reader is an implied gryffindor/ravenclaw but can technically be in whatever house youâd like : )
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The problem with Hogwarts was that rumors spread through its halls like fiendfyre.
It all started during the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Harry had narrowly caught the Snitch after a Dementor false alarm and carried the team to victory, causing the stadium to explode into ground-shaking cheers. Waves of deep crimson and gold were pouring onto the field and you almost got trampled in the midst of it until someone pulled you into the center.Â
âThere you areâI was looking all over for you,â Fred beamed. âYou were watching, right?â
âI was sitting front rowâŠyou literally saw me, Fred,â you stated plainly.Â
âI know, but I wanted to make sure,â he winked at you, sidelining you into a hug. âYou look very pretty, by the way. I think my hat looks better on you than me.â
âAnddd thereâs the woman of the hour! He couldnât stop staring at youâalmost crashed into the teachersâ section âcause of that,â Lee came over and clasped your shoulder.Â
âThatâs what that was all about? Freddie, you need to get it together!â
âCanât help when youâre as alluring as a Veela,â the compliment rolled effortlessly off his tongue. He then tilted his chin down to kiss your forehead, and you didnât bother pushing him away despite the fact that he was all sweaty after being up in the air.Â
A bright flash of light pulled you out of Fredâs embrace, and you blinked to see Colin standing there with a wide grin on his face, camera in hand.Â
âJust capturing the moment,â the younger Gryffindor said excitedly. âThis is gonna be a good one!â
You thought nothing of it until you went down to the Great Hall for breakfast the following morning. You went over to find your Ravenclaw friends, who seemed to be huddled around something, staring at it intensely.
âOh, hey Y/N!â Cho beamed brightly at you, moving over to make room for you to sit next to her. âHave you seen the latest school newsletter?â
You filled your plate and took a copy of the Hogwarts Daily Digest that Padma gave you. âNoâŠwhatâs it all about?â
âCheck page 3,â she told you. You took a bite of your toast first, pausing as you scanned over the page. At the front and center was a moving picture of you and Fred embracing, him pressing a kiss to your temple, smiles of pure bliss on both your faces. You had to admit that Colin had a way with pictures; so much so that you almost wouldâve believed you and Fred were a true couple just by looking at the article.Â
âSo weâre going out, apparently,â you said, taking another bite of your food, â...Interesting.â
âSeveral students were interviewed about it, and theyâre wondering if you guys are,â Cho explained. âWith the way he kept looking over at you during the game, and how he was searching for you after it ended.âÂ
âIâIâve ought to talk to Fred himself, see what he thinks about thisââ you spluttered, feeling hot all of a sudden. âI justâweâre not evenââ
âBut you would be very cute together,â your best friend added. âI mean, you have known each other for how long now? It wouldnât come as a surprise to anyone if you were.â
At the end of the day, you went to the library to squeeze in some quiet alone time for reading, curling up on one of the plushy sofas near the bookshelves. You were deep into a mythical book that Hermione recommended, fully zoned in for what felt like forever until the cushion sank a bit, indicating that someone had sat down next to you.
âWhat do you want, Fred,â you sighed without even looking up from your book. âCome to bother me again?â
He took the book from your hands in response and closed it.Â
âHey, I was reading thatââ you began.Â
âI wanted to ask you about the article,â he stated, âdonât you think Creeveyâs quite the photographer?â
You scoffed. âIf this is about us being a couple, you know weâre not.â
âI was going to suggest something else.â
âAnd what is that?â
âGiven that half the school is talking about us already,â he referred to the whispers in the halls that followed you from class to class, âwhy not play into the rumors a bit?â
âSo youâre suggesting that, what?â
âThat we say weâre a couple.â
â...you want to pretend that weâre going out?â
âWhy not?âÂ
âThatâs insane,â you shot him a glare. âWhat do either of us get out of it?â
âPractice, of course,â Fred had a proud look on, âbut also, why not have some fun with it?â
You stopped and thought about it for a second. He was rightâwho were you to not want to have a bit of fun? After all, it was just Fred; it couldnât be that hard to fake-date someone, especially when you had no real feelings for them.
âFine, but only on one condition.â
âWhatâs that, love?â
âPromise not to fall in love with me?â You stuck your hand out towards him.Â
Fred took it and gave it a firm shake, his signature mischievous grin making its appearance. âAs long as you donât fall for me either.â
âDream on.â
He leans forward, voice dropping to a low whisper. â10 galleons says youâll fall in love with me first.â
âOh, please. 20 says you wonât even last half as long.â
âYouâre on.â
So it beganâsettling into the whole routine was surprisingly easy. But of course, it was probably easier since you had money on the line; asides from George, you and Fred were the most competitive people in the entire school. Youâd do anything for extra money, glory, and infinite bragging rights.Â
Making it a point to one-up each other, you began to brainstorm ways to really play up the whole âfake girlfriendâ thing.
i. the pda competition, part 1
Monday afternoonâs Potions lesson proceeded as always, with Snapeâs annoying, drawling voice instructing you on what to do.Â
Todayâs class was boring but ended early, the only downside being that you were assigned a hefty load of homework.Â
âBy the beginning of Wednesdayâs class, you shall turn in to me two feet of parchment on the history of Strengthening Solution and itsâ propertiesâŠâ Snape ordered, â...for now, follow the instructions on the board. Ingredients are in the back. I expect the utmost perfection and accuracyâŠthose who fail shall not be tolerated.â
Groaning internally, you headed to the back of the classroom towards the supply cabinets, Fred following close behind. Either Snape was out to get you both or it was sheer luck that had you paired together for this assignment.Â
âWait, you forgot something,â Fred called out as you were about to walk away.Â
You turned around, a snarky reply ready. âWhat isââ
You didnât even have the chance to finish your sentence when he grabbed you by the wrist and tugged you into his chest, kissing you square on the lips. You were completely taken by surprise and had no time to react whatsoever.Â
Low wolf-whistles and âooohsâ reverbrated throughout the entire classroom as you broke apart.Â
âWhat was that for?â you hissed.Â
There was a devilish grin on his face, and you so desperately wanted to wipe it right off him. âJust trying to be a good fake boyfriend, of course,â he whispered into your ear.
âTouch me again without warning and Iâll break your nose,â you said in a low tone, ignoring the heat rising up your cheeks.
âMiss Y/L/NâŠMr. WeasleyâŠâ Snape said lowly, â...back to your seats, both of you. This is a classroom, not a bedroom. Get to work.â
Several students giggled at this and you huffed, heading back to your seat. You didnât speak more than a few sentences to Fred for the remainder of the lesson, face still flushed from the sudden incident. He kept stealing glances at you as you worked in silence, adding the ingredients into your bubbling cauldron with careful, precise movements.
âThatâs 1-0 to me,â he reminded you. âBetter hurry and catch up, or Iâm winning those Galleons.â
âDonât get ahead of yourself,â you muttered, uncapping the bottle in front of you and pouring some of the liquid in.
ii. the pda competition, part 2
After Fred had kissed you in the middle of a packed classroom, you were determined to get back at him, racking your brain for ideas.Â
You sat under a sprawling tree by the Great Lake with Cedric, Cho, Padma, Ernie, and several other Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students. Somehow, you got lucky and all had matching free periods today, taking the opportunity to have a picnic by the water together.Â
âA little birdie told me that you and a special someone were going out,â Cedric pointed a finger at you, the other arm slung around Choâs shoulders. âNow whatâs going on?â
âTheyâve always been mad about each other, only took them a million years to see it,â Ernie butted in. âIsnât it obvious? One would think theyâre already married at this point, though.âÂ
âWhoâs married to who?â you heard someone ask from behind you.Â
âSpeak of the devil,â Ernie said, âthere he is!â
âWas going to check on youâsee you at supper?â Fred lightly touched your cheek. You nodded blindly, the skin of his hand hot on your face.Â
âOkay, Iâll meet you there.â
You turned back around to see everyone smirking at you knowingly.Â
âWhat?â you questioned, adjusting the collar of your shirt as if nothing had happened.Â
âArenât you two the cutest,â Cho laughed breathily, âErnie was right. Itâs like youâre married.â
âOh shut up, weâre still much too young for that.â
âNot for long!âÂ
Of course the only empty seat at the Gryffindor table that evening was next to Fred, and he made sure that you were sitting as close to him as humanly possible. All it would take was an extra few inches and youâd fully be sitting on his lap. You shook off the embarrassment and snapped back into it, determined to win the bet.
âI missed you all day, you know,â he admitted, placing a dinner roll onto your plate for you. âWhere have you been?â
âBy the lakes,â you said matter-of-factly. âWhere else would I be?â
âWith me, obviously.âÂ
âIâd rather be anywhere else.â
âWell that hurt,â he pretended to look hurt. âI thought I was your favorite.â
âSecond to last,â you joked. âHey, waitâthereâs something on your mouth.â
âWhere?â he tried motioning around with his fingers but to no avail.Â
âRightâŠhereâŠâ you murmured, gently grasping his chin and pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his lip, tasting a hint of the sweet cranberry sauce heâd been eating on the tip of your tongue. Loud gasps erupted through the Great Hall at the sudden private but public display.Â
Fred inhaled sharplyâhe knew you were bold, but like this? For once, the jokester had nothing sarcastic to counter you with and was at a loss for words.Â
When you pulled away, both yours and his faces were a shade of deep scarlet.
âCat got your tongue?â you smirked, discreetly slipping a sheet of paper into his back pocket. âThatâs 1-1 now, Fred.â
Again, Fred was left speechless.Â
âI feel like Iâm interrupting something veryâŠâ Ron coughed, damn near choking on his chicken leg. âIntimate. Scandalous. Veryââ
âShut it, Ronald,â you cut him off. âCanât a girl snog her boyfriend when she wants?â
More jaws dropped at your reply, and you simply continued eating, a victorious grin on your face. Fred looked down and fished the note out of his pocket, unfolding the smooth parchment to reveal your tidy penmanship.Â
Now whoâs the flustered one? you know where to find me if you need me xx
You were so going to win.Â
iii. the serenade
You found yourself sitting on the bench watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team practiceâit was Fredâs idea to show up to as many of them as possible to really sell the whole âfake datingâ thing. You didnât mind all that much, as you got bored easily and liked to have a change of scenery every so often while you were studying.Â
A loud, abrupt screech caused you to look up from your textbook and you winced, covering your ears.Â
âYouâre just too good to be trueâŠcanât take my eyes off of youâŠâ a melodic voice began flowing across the stadium. Confused, you set your book down and stood up, looking around for the source of the noise.Â
âYouâd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so muchâŠat long last love has arrivedâŠâÂ
Fred suddenly appeared from the commentatorâs box, holding a microphone. He casually leaned against the pole before sliding down and hitting the bleachers, gracefully making his way down the steps.Â
â...And I thank God Iâm aliveâŠâ his eyes remained focused on you, blazing gold and green. âYouâre just too good to be trueâŠâÂ
âWhat theââ
He spun around and pointed at you, the corners of his lips quirking up in a childish grin, â...Canât take my eyes off of you.â
âHIT IT, WOOD!â you heard someone (was that Lee?) yell, and music began blasting from the speakers.
Your friends were eyeing you with delight, fully entertained by the fact that you had absolutely no clue what was happening. Fred continued singing while he sauntered down the bleachers with a grace that you had never seen.Â
âI love you, baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night
I love you, baby, trust in me when I say
Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby, let me love youâ
A blush coated your cheeks as he finally approached you, taking one of your hands in his and twirling you around. He held your gaze the entire time, eyes alight with what looked like genuine joy and passion. The rest of your classmates joined in as they crowded around you, joining together in one voice.Â
It was impossible to hold back the smile creeping up your face as Fred continued to singâhe was undeniably charming, and you had to admit, this was well worth suffering a brief loss for.Â
âOh pretty baby, trust in me when I sayâŠâ the final lyrics left his mouth and everyone burst into applause. He made a show of bowing dramatically and kissing your hand in an exaggerated motion.Â
You rolled your eyes at the overly extravagant gesture. But deep down, you had enjoyed every second of the impromptu serenade.Â
Within minutes after it ended, Fredâs musical spectacle was the talk of the school. Students nudged each other in the corridors as you passed by, whispering words of encouragement, saying how they wished for a relationship like yours, and wondering where they could possibly find someone like Fred.Â
You felt him slip something into your robeâs pocket. Fred had sidled up next to you as you headed up the stairs to the common room, still grinning widely.Â
â2-1,â he reminded you, kissing your cheek before turning to the Fat Lady and uttering the password. He stepped through the portrait hole and turned back to wait for you, then walked all the way inside. âBetter continue that game of catch up, I might just steal the title of âbest fake partner everâ from you.â
Thereâs that beautiful smile, the note read. Keep it on for me, will you?
iv. the nightmare
Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, because it was 3:27 a.m. and you were wide awake after barely squeezing in a few hours of sleep.Â
Nothing you did worked; even the Potion for Dreamless Sleep had failed to keep the nightmares at bay. You didnât last long before jolting awake, beads of sweat forming at your forehead and chest heaving with raggedy, jagged breaths.Â
After several minutes of tossing and turning you gave up, quietly tiptoeing down the stairs to the common room. The fireplace was on, indicating that someone was already thereâ
âY/N?â Fred turned around from his spot on the couch to look at you. âWhatâre you doing up at this hour?â
You yawned, âI could ask you the same thing.â
âFinishing an assignment,â he sighed, rubbing his forehead. Sheets of parchment, a vial of ink, and several books were spread out on the coffee table. âYou?â
âNothing,â you lied, sitting down next to him. âCouldnât sleep.â
He didnât miss the hoarse tone in your voice nor your tear-stained face, stopping what he was doing to fully focus on you. âNow I know thatâs not true. Whatâs bothering you, really?â
âI said Iâm fine, just canât sleep.â You let out a shuddering sigh and attempted to will the tears away, but your vision began to blur. âGo finish your workââ
âHey.â Fredâs voice was soft. âCome here.â
His arms gingerly wrapped around your trembling frame to envelop you into a tight hug. He reached one hand up to smooth out your hair as you shook with silent sobs, your hands curling into the fabric of his robes as if holding onto him would keep you from slipping away and losing yourself again.Â
Fred was never one to be patient, but he knew that you just needed this moment free of chaos. So he waited, laying there with you as he continued murmuring soothing words into your ear, gently rubbing your back; heâd wait for as long as heâd need to.Â
You didnât know how much time passed until the tears ran themselves dry and your throat felt like it had been scraped raw.Â
âWant to tell me what happened?â he suggested. âBut only if youâre comfortable, that is.â
You hesitated, wondering if it was a good idea to tell him. Maybe heâd think you were strangeâŠbut seeing how he looked so genuine in that moment changed your mind.Â
âI lost youâŠI lost everyone. I watched you die, Fred.â Your voice was cracked and raw, which sent a pang through his chest. The image of Fredâs lifeless body trapped between the rubble flashed across your vision, feeling as if it was wrapping its cold fingers around your throat. âI watched you all die and I couldnât save you.â
âBut Iâm alive and well right now, arenât I?â he assured you calmly, âIâll be here for as long as you want me around. Youâll have to fight to the death to get rid of me.â
Managing a broken laugh, you looked up at him. âReally?â
âReally. What are fake boyfriends for, anyway?â His hand found its place against your cheek, fingers gently skimming across your skin. You leaned into his touch and let out a sigh, lips just barely brushing over his palm. Â
âNo oneâs here, FredâŠyou donât need to pretend.â
âI know I donât.â Any and all traces of half-witted sarcasm were gone; wiped clean off his face. Instead, his eyes were glossed over with concern as they raked over yours. âFigured I could keep you company? Since I didnât want you to be alone in your head like this.â
âIâd like that.â
He then passed a familiar folded square to you, and you opened it with a smile.
Iâm here, whenever you need - F.W
v. the hospital wing run-in
âFor Godricâs sake, how many more times will I have to see you in here?â Madam Pomfrey demanded as she hurried around, setting a metal tray by your bedside. âThis is the third time this month.â
âSorry,â you winced as you shifted your injured leg onto the pillow sheâd set out.Â
âWhat is it this time?â
âI broke my ankle.â
âDoing what, exactly?â
Pursing your lips, you elected to tell her the modified version of the story, which was the one where you had tripped while going down the stairs, not the one that included running down the Astronomy Tower after sneaking up there for a dare (the twinsâ doing).Â
She shook her head in disbelief, glancing over the cuts on your face and fixing the bandages around your foot. âYouâll be in here for a few days. Weâll have to regrow the bones in your foot and ankleâŠmy, how someone can break this many bones just from missing a step, I canât seem to understandâŠwhat are all of you doing here?â
You followed her gaze to where Hermione, Ginny, Cho, and Fred were standing by the hospital wingâs entrance, alight with excitement upon seeing that you were awake.
âGuysââ
âMiss Granger, Miss Weasley, and Mr. Weasley, need I remind you that no visitors are allowed at this time! I advise that you all head back,â Madam Pomfrey ordered sharply.Â
âBut we havenât seen her all last night and this morning! Can we just stay for a minute,â Hermione begged. âPlease?â
The older woman sighed as she scanned your friends (and fake? boyfriendâs) desperate, pleading faces. â...Alright, then. Donât stay too long and for Godricâs sake, let her breathe.â
They immediately crowded around your bed and Fred walked over to your side, crouching down so that you were eye level with him.Â
âThereâs my princess,â his charming persona was back in full force, and he smoothly brushed a few stray hairs out of your face. For what felt like the eleventh time, he was swooping in to kiss your cheek. Not that you were counting. âHowâre you feeling?â
âBetter now that youâre here,â you winked as you attempted to prop yourself into an upright position, but failed, giving up and flopping back down. âOw. My foot.â
Ginny pretended to throw up on Hermione, who then elbowed her in the stomach. âOw!â she yelped. âWhat was that for?âÂ
âLetâs leave the happy couple alone,â she hissed, and they slowly backed away to give you some space.Â
Fred pulled up a chair next to your bedside, propping his chin in his hand to stare at you. âIâm sorry, really. I didnât mean for you to end up with five broken bones.â
âAnd a concussion, a killer headache, and not to mention dozens of sore muscles,â you grimaced, but felt a slight ache in your chest when you realized he looked genuinely guilty. âI donât blame you, really. I mean, I was just as stupid and reckless. I definitely couldâve been more careful but I wasnât.â
âIâm supposed to mess up your lipstick,â he groaned, ânot your bones.â
âSomeone took âpublic displays of affectionâ the wrong way,â you said sarcastically, and then there was a brief moment of silence before you both burst into laughter.
âDamn right he diâOW, Hermione!â
âGin, letâs go!â With that, the two girls left the hospital wing, leaving the two of you alone.
âWhy are you here, anyway? Hermione and Ginny are because theyâre my friends, and youâre myââ
ââlovely, charming, undeniably handsome boyfriend, of course. Why wouldnât I be here?â Fred finished your sentence for you.
âRight,â your voice was dripping with sarcasm, âI just canât seem to get rid of you, can I? It seems like youâre always around.â
âAnd yet, you donât push me away,â a smile tugged at his lips. âWhich clearly means that Iâm just that irresistible. I donât need a charm or some silly love potion to reel you in.â
âDonât think that because Iâm incapacitated, this game is over,â you warned him. âI will beat your arse to a pulp, and youâll be twenty Galleons lighter. I bet youâre madly in love with me already.â
âBelieve what you want, my darling,â he sing-songed, twirling his wand between his fingers. âBut we all know Iâve already won this game.â
âYeah, right. Weâre tied now, by the way. Thatâs for getting me injured.â
âOi! You canât justââ
âShhâŠdonât come crying to me âtill you lose.â
He ended up staying overnight.Â
You didnât protest at all.Â
Neither did Madam Pomfrey later that evening after seeing him slumped over on your bed, fast asleep, one hand clutching yours like you were the only thing he had left to lose.Â
vi. the howlerÂ
For once you managed to get to the Great Hall before Fred did. The bloke was always criminally late or ridiculously early to everything; it was almost laughable how there was no in between for him.Â
He finally showed up just ten minutes before breakfast was supposed to end, breathing hard with his hair all messed up.
âWhatâd I miss?â he asked you.
âNothing,â you responded. âJust another ordinary dayâŠâ
A gust of wind suddenly swept through the hallway causing the napkins to flutter in the air. A giant grey owl came swooping down onto the table and landed straight in front of Fred, clutching an envelope in its curved talons.Â
âWhatâs Errol doing here? Weâre not supposed to get our daily mail tilâ tomorrow,â Ron gawked, âsurprised that heâs here given the number of times heâs collapsed mid-deliveryâoh blimey Fred, you must be in trouble! Youâve got a Howler!â
Several Gryffindors around you giggled at this.Â
With a slight look of confusion and fear, Fred carefully removed the seal on the bright red envelope. Molly Weasleyâs booming voice immediately came bursting from the pages.Â
âFRED WEASLEY, HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THAT YOU WERE DATING MY FUTURE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW! I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOUâY/N dear, if youâre hearing this, Iâm very happy for you and hope to see you at the Burrow soon, Iâll make sure to whip up some homemade custard for youâYOU OUGHT TO TREAT HER RIGHT, BOY, OR ELSE! I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND I SURE AS MERLIN CAN TAKE YOU RIGHT OUT!â
A silence fell over the entire Great Hall and Fred sat there, in shock. The red envelope folded itself up and then burst into flames, its ashes crumbling to the floor.Â
âIâve never seen him turn that red,â George sniggered. âYouâre bloody brilliant, Y/N.â
âY-you did this?â Fred spluttered.Â
âCanât say I didnât,â you hummed, patting his head affectionately. âYour mum was bound to find out, one way or another.â
âAnd you thought this was the best idea?â
âAww, is little Freddie all embarrassed?â you teased. âNever thought Iâd live to see that day.â
âQuit gloating,â the redhead grumbled. âYou havenât won yet. Better sleep with one eye open tonight.â
vii. the pda competition, part â
As it turned out, continuing to slip into your fake relationship only became more fun as the days and weeks dragged on. And being competitive only added to the fun, as you were scrambling to one-up each other.Â
You often opted to hold his hand when walking from place to place, which wasnât difficult given that you were almost always with him now and had to sell the idea that you really were together. His hands were rough and calloused from all those hours working on joke shop prototypes, but they were still surprisingly comforting. A way to keep you grounded when your head got stuck in the clouds.Â
Fredâs signature move was, of course, dropping random kisses on your cheek when you didnât expect it. Sometimes, when he was feeling bolder than usual, that would change to the tender spot between your ear and jaw, your shoulder, or your nose. And each of those times he made sure they were extra drawn-out and that you were in a crowded area so others would see it. The courtyard. The Quidditch pitch. The classroom (two of those incidents were in Potions, much to Snapeâs dismay. He didnât even bother taking points off due to being too disgusted).
âI have a massive exam today,â he declared loudly to you as you stood in front of his upcoming class together. âI think Iâm going to need a kiss.â
âWhy?â you scoffed. âWhat do you need that for?â
âFor good luck,â Fred said, âitâs kind of a tradition, isnât it?â
âYouâŠwant a kiss for good luck?â you started. Â
âIâm waitingâŠâ he sang, face turned slightly in an invitation. You sighed and went up on your tiptoes, doing as he asked. âThank you. But you have terrible aimâŠyou missed.â
âI fear youâre having way too much fun with this,â you muttered. âDonât make excuses. My lips are not going near yours unless they absolutely need to now.â
âOh come on, you know youâre having loads of fun too,â he called out as he walked into the classroom. âCatch you later, sweetheart!â
viii. the butterbeer (alt: the pda competition, part â)
It was the day of another Hogsmeade outing and you were hand-in-hand with Fred as you walked down the cobblestone streets together. You had planned to spend the day alone for the most part and join Cho for a meal, but Fred had cornered you at breakfast and insisted you go on a date with him.
âTo keep up the façade,â he insisted. âWouldnât people find it odd if the castleâs favorite couple wasnât together?âÂ
You nodded and didnât protest further; you had no energy to do so anyway. It was far too cold for your taste; you had been dragged out without having time to grab your gloves, blowing hot hair into your hands that were steadily growing numb.Â
âLove,â he called for you as he took your hands in his, âoh, your fingers feel like ice.â
âNoâŠshitâŠâ your teeth chattered as you attempted to respond steadily. âMight lose âem if we donât hurry up and get insideââ
âWait one second,â Fred said as you two stopped right outside the Three Broomsticks, wasting no more time in taking his gloves off and handing them to you to put on, while he wrapped his house scarf around your neck. âThere. Letâs head in.â
âButââ
âBoyfriend duties, remember?â he winked at you as he pushed the door open, holding it for you to step inside first. âCome on. I think a butterbeer or twoâll warm you up.â
Fredâs hand remained on the small of your back, pressing in gently to lead you to a cozy booth in the back. The added warmth felt quite nice, you thought, but you also wondered how he managed to stay like a human furnace when it the weather outside was so dreadfully cold.Â
It was hard not to stare at him; catching his gaze every so often while sipping your drink. His hair was all tousled from the frigid winds; you took notice of the way it slightly curled out at the ends, glowing under the hazy yellow bar lights. It was annoyingly endearing how he could look so flawless without any effort and even more so that you didnât have anything snarky to say.Â
âFred, I think weâre being followedâŠâ you whispered as you scanned the near vicinity, fingers brushing against the rim of your mug. There in the far opposite corner sat Padma, Ernie, Cedric, and Cho, attempting to look nonchalant as if they werenât half-stalking you but they were doing a rather terrible job at it. You quickly looked away.
âSo? Isnât that what we wantâfor people to see us?â he countered with a tone of confidence. His voice dropped low as he continued to speak to you. âWhy donât we give them a show? No need to be so private.â
Your face burned. âWhat do youââ
âNot like that,â he chuckled lowly, âwhat did you think I meant?â
âIâŠâ
Fred paused, then raised his hand and brushed something off your cheek with his thumb. âYouâve got something on your face.â
âOh, so weâre playing that game now, are we?â
âIndeed, my lady.â
You scoffed quietly and imitated his motion, reaching up to smooth out the crease that had formed between his brows. âPut a smile on your face, why donât you? You look better that way.â
âI always look good, though.â
âI look better than your greasy arse.â
âOh, shut up.â
âOh yeah?â you challenged. âIâd like to see you trââ
Before you could say anything else and before he could stop himself from what he was doing, Fred placed a hand on the nape of you neck and pulled you in, kissing you without another word. All protests left behind flew right out the window (along with your morals, too, you thought) and for a split second, it almost didnât feel like you were pretending at all.Â
When you broke apart eventually, breaths a little heavy, neither of you needed to look over to see that your friends were gaping in shock, mouths dropped wide open. Sure, Fred was confident and cocky and you were equally so, but both of you would be lying if you said this didnât take you by surprise.Â
âYou still keeping track?â His voice still had that low, almost husky tone to it. He was cupping your cheek now, and you let him keep doing so. âThere can only be one victor, right?â
âWouldnât forget it,â you exhaled. âYou think we look convincing enough right now?â
âWithout a shadow of a doubt.â
ix. the thunderstormÂ
The dayâs exciting Care of Magical Creatures lesson was cut thirty minutes short due to the heavy downpour that had suddenly came crashing down, bringing with it a booming thunderstorm and soaking all your clothes within minutes.Â
âWell, thatâs it fer today, everyone,â Hagrid announced, ânow letâs head back inside, donâ want yeh to catch a cold, weâll continue when the weather lets upâŠâ
You wrapped your cloak tighter around yourself and flipped the hood on over your head, eyes narrowing as you stared up at the suddenly stormy grey sky. It just had to be on the one day you got to go outside and do something exciting, damn itâŠ.
It was freezing, nearly as horrible as that one day in Hogsmeade, and you wanted nothing more in that moment than to simply curl up by the fireplace with Hermione, the Patil twins, and Cho, and talk all evening long. If you could even make it back to the castle in one, unfrozen piece, maybe youâd at least get your hands on some hot chocolate from the kitchensâŠ
A warm hand found yours amidst the strong winds, and all of a sudden you didnât feel so cold anymore.Â
As if he had read your mind, Fred said, âhow about we sneak into the kitchens and grab something to drink? Hot chocolate, perhaps?â
âSounds perfect,â you smiled and he draped an arm over your shoulders, bringing you into his side. It felt so natural now, like this wasnât part of some long-standing bet to fool the whole school; as if you were just two best friends trying to keep warm in subpar temperatures. And it was almost too easy to get used to it.Â
âOblivious idiots. I told them for years that theyâd be perfect together and itâs only this year that they start going out,â George exclaimed from several yards behind, walking side-by-side with Lee Jordan. âDunno why it took them so long.â
âLove takes time, obviously,â said Lee as he watched Fred lean into your ear and say something, and you giggled lightly in response, âand now, what matters is that I finally have an excuse to make fun of them during Quidditch matches.â
âOhâgood point.â
âAnd youâve noticed that he stopped pranking her? Unlike him, isnât it?âÂ
âWaitâŠâ George paused as he took in Leeâs questions. His mouth formed an âoâ in realization. âHeâs utterly whipped, that git.â
âWhat happens when boyfriend duties overcome prankster dutiesâŠthis is perfect. Professor Flitwick owes me 2 galleons. I called it that heâd fall first!âÂ
âYou bet on them?â George squawked. âWith Flitwick?â
âDonât tell me you didnât either,â Lee laughed, âI know you did too.â
The expression on Georgeâs face shifted into one of defeat. âI lost,â he muttered, âI owe McGonagall 3 galleons.â
x. verum exeat (let the truth come out)Â
The Gryffindor common room was alight with chatter once again. After a long, grueling week of exam revisions, Quidditch practice, and a brutal match to be remembered, Lee and the twins decided that a small celebration was in order. They had originally planned on inviting half the damn school but after arguing with Hermione, had to shrink the party down to just their smaller, usual friend group (they swore up and down that theyâd clean up and not get detention like last time, but she wouldnât buy it).Â
But you knew that if things had the Weasley twinsâ names pasted next to them, theyâd be far from peaceful; as far as you could possibly getâno matter how big or small.Â
âOh, there you are,â you heard someone say from behind, and turned around to see that it was Hermione.
âNot drinking?â
âSomeoneâs got to take care of the boys after they go wild, right?â she explained. âBesidesâŠI canât stand the taste of firewhisky. It burns.â
You offered a tired half-smile and agreed. âYeah. Youâre right.â
Hermione seemed to be deep in thought for a moment until she told you, âYouâre very lucky, you know.â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âTo have Fred, that is. To find someone whoâs that in love with you, itâs quite rare.âÂ
âOh, please,â you tried to suppress a laugh, âI told you why weâre doing what weâre doing.âÂ
âAnd?â Hermione raised an eyebrow at you, âfeelings change. Bet or no bet, he cares about you and anyone would be crazy not to see that. Ronald is half-blind and he can tell, too. You canât possibly tell me that everything youâve done up to this point has been a lie.âÂ
âItâs meant nothing to me,â you said bitterly. âI hate him.â
âYou donât mean that.â
âI do. And it doesnât help that heâs everywhere,â you stopped to take a swig of firewhisky, âand I canât stand it!â
âDo you not, really?â
âI do, but Iââ
âYou what?â
âI just hate him!âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat do you think? I hate everything about him!â you exclaimed, exasperated. âI hate the way he always tries to compete with me, I hate the way he doesnât take things seriously, I hate that stupid, annoying little smirk he has on his face half the time I see himââ
You inhaled quickly; it felt like youâd just drank an entire vital of Veritaserum with the way that words were tumbling out of your mouth. Hermione gave you a look that seemed to say âGo on,â so you did, ââI hate the way he walks down to the Great Hall every morning with his annoyingly perfect messy hair, I hate the way he risks freezing his arse off to give me his favorite gloves so that I donât get hypothermia, I hate the way itâs so easy for him to kissâborderline snog me like itâs nothing, I hate how this is all just supposed to be a game of pretend, andâand most of all, I hate the way he made me fall in love with him without even trying. I hate the way I don't actually hate him. Not even close, not even a little bitâŠnot even at allâŠâ
âYouâŠreally mean that?â
You whirled around to see that Fred was standing right behind you with his hands behind his back, eyes hopeful, and you felt your heart drop down to your stomach. âFredââ
âY/N, Iââ
Suddenly it seemed like the walls were closing in on you from all sides, the room spinning; and then, everything around you jumbled into one chaotic mess of noise and color. Without looking to see either his or Hermioneâs reactions, without caring that half the room had stopped to see what was going on, you pushed past your friends and quickly clambered out of the portrait hole.Â
âWhat was that about?â Ronâs nose crinkled in confusion. âSo much for being a cute couple. Now this is just sad.â
âWill you shut it, Ronald,â Hermione whacked him on the shoulder.Â
âOWââ
âStop being so dramatic! Donât let me catch you drinking even one more shot or I will drag your arse back to bed,â she snapped.Â
âPleeeease do, I would lovâow, ow, OW! OKAY!â Ron exclaimed as she pinched his ear and began dragging him away. âOkay! Iâll leave them alone, Iâll stopâŠâ
Chest heaving and vision blurring with tears, you rushed outside, desperate for a breath of fresh air. It was quiet in the courtyard asides from the faint trickling of water but that did little to calm you down; it was still too loud, too chaotic, too much. Sitting down at the marbled edge of one of the fountains, you tried to catch your breath and balance, but the world still kept spinningâŠit felt like it wouldnât stop spinning; for Merlinâs sake. All you wanted to do was crawl into a hole and disappear forever, or jump off the Astronomy tower and fly off to a distant land. You didnât want to have to worry about how you poured your entire damn heart out in the middle of the common room about your fake boyfriend.
Your fake boyfriend that you realized, with horror, you had begun to develop not-fake feelings for.Â
A chill ran through you at that moment and you shivered.
Then the feeling of something warmâa thick coatâbeing draped over your shoulders shook you out of your trance. You instinctively slid it tighter around yourself.
âThought I might find you out here,â said Fred. You opened your mouth, ready to ask how in Godricâs name he knew where you were at all times when he didnât even have the Mauraderâs Map anymore, but stopped. This was Fred Weasley, and you had spent an unhealthy amount of time around each other over the past several months that he had to have picked up on your little habits. He was more observant than he let on.Â
âWhat are you doing out here?â You couldnât bring yourself to look up at him.Â
âI couldnât leave you alone outside to freeze, could I?â he asked, sitting down next to you. âWhat kind of boyfriend would that make me?â
âPlease, justâŠâ you inhaled sharply, âI canât do this. You won. I lost. The gameâs over, Weasley.âÂ
âOn a last-name basis now, are we? Ouch,â he said jokingly, but dropped the teasing lilt in his voice when he noticed your eyes starting to water. âTalk to me, Y/N.â
âIt just isnât fair,â you whispered, looking down at your feet.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs not fair,ââ your voice faltered, âyouâre not supposed to do that. To do this.â
âDo what?â
âTo sabotage the bet. To make me lose track of the scores.â
âWell, I stopped counting, you know,â Fred admitted, tucking a hair behind your hair. âThereâs no need to keep track anymore, I think weâve done enough convincing, donât you think?â
âBut thatâs the problem!â your voice cracked as you finally turned to look at him. âIt isnât that Iâm probably going to be dozens of Galleons poorer after this. Itâs that Iâm feeling something I shouldnât, thatâŠthat you made me fall in love with youââ
âY/Nââ
ââI hate the way I care about you far more than I should,â you continued on, âand I hate myself even more for even wishing what we had was real. Because it was all fake, Fred, and you know it. We were faking it, andââ
âY/N,â he repeated more sternly this time, causing you to stop mid sentence. âLook, I already told you I stopped keeping track. After that night in the common roomâŠ.thatâs when I realized I couldnât. Lee damn near had to hit me over the head and force-feed me Veritaserum to admit that I was in deep. Galleons and glory be damned, I didnât care about any of that anymore; it was easy for me to pretend when I was already in love with you.â
âBut we werenât supposed to fall in love, that was the rule,â you sniffed, wiping a tear from your cheek, âI thought we were supposed to follow the rules.â
Fredâs lips twitched into a smirk. âWell, I think some rules are made to be broken.â
And then, he was closing the gap and connecting your lips in a deep kiss. The gentle motion cut through the chilly evening air, washing over you in a blazing heat that had you melting into a haze of firewhisky, adrenaline, and something that smelled distinctly like a crackling log fire and cinnamon.Â
You had kissed him multiple times before this, but this one felt different than all the rest. It didnât feel like you were doing it for show in the slightest; it felt genuine and warm and so real.Â
And the biggest difference was that you never wanted it to come to an end.Â
âSo?â The grin on his face was palpable; contagious, as you broke apart, âWhat do you say, we stop faking it?â
âAre you fake breaking up with me?â you gasped and pretended to look surprised. âWay to ruin the moment.â
âIâm asking to real-date you, darling,â he said.
âThereâs no money on the line this time?â
âNo,â he hummed as he leaned forward to kiss you a second time and pretended to think for a second, âbut there might be something else on the line instead.â
âAnd what is that âsomething else?ââ
âYouâll have to wait a few years and see.â
xi. the promiseÂ
âFOUR YEARS LATERâ
Fred was a great planner, of course. âBrilliant,â Harry would say, âabsolutely brilliant.â He mightâve been a jokester, but he was a very organized jokester. He always knew what he was going to do and when.Â
So when it came to you, he thought he had a plan. He thought he had it planned for years; he was thinking fireworks, extravagant displays in the sky, taking you on a sunset ride across Romania on one of Charlieâs dragons. Something to match your free and daring spirit.Â
But, the moment ended up presenting itself on its own.Â
It was an ordinary night with yours and Hermioneâs families joining the Weasleys for a quiet weekend at the Burrow. Mr. Weasley was listening intently as Mr. Granger and Harry explained the function of rubber ducks and the Internet in great detail, and the rest of you chatted with your parents, Mrs. Weasley, and Mrs. Granger by the kitchen counter about post-graduation plans.Â
Mrs. Granger had made an off-hand, passing comment about how lovely your silver braceletâthe one with charms of yoursâ and Fredâs initials and Patronuses dangling from itâlooked on your wrist. And then Fred was saying, âI know something else that would look great on her,â and taking a small box out of his pocket and flipping it open, revealing a blinding bright, silvery diamond ring.Â
Even as shouts of realization and cheers of joy rose up from around the kitchen, the world seemed to fade away into complete silence when he put the ring on your finger and encircled his arms around your torso, kissing your cheek and whispering into your ear,Â
âI told you there was something else, didnât I?âÂ
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You Taste Like Secret ~ Hyung Line


âNothing but a bunch of perverts.â
Pairing. Hyung line x Reader
Genre. Brothers Friends, SMUT. MDNI. All of them are perverts. If uncomfortable, do not read!
Warnings. SMUT, dubcon, manipulation, drinking, drunk scenes, underwear stealing, dry humping, ass slapping, harassment, literally just smut. (lmk if I missed anything)
Fic WC. loadingâŠ
Release date. TBA..
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Your brotherâs friends are perverts.
You donât remember how it all started. All you remember was having a sleepover at Jungwonâsâyour brotherâfriendâs house. Not to mention, all boys. Men.
You werenât even supposed to be there. Jungwon was forced to drag you along since your parents insisted you both to have a sister and brother time. Jungwon already made plans with his friends that night, but your parents still pushed the idea of you coming along to whatever plan he had.
You love your brother, but you admitted to the fact that you donât spend a lot of time together. Your parents noticed and insisted to let you come with your brother.
Thatâs why you ended up to a mini get together with his âboysâ. You honestly didnât care, you just wanted to go home.
You had no choice but to endure the yelling, cursing, and laughter that came out of their loud mouths. I mean, theyâre boys. What did you expect.
You were on your phone as they continue to shout at each other while playing a video game you donât ought to know about.
âWe should drink. Iâm thirsty.â A male voice speaks, Sim Jaeyun, Jake rather.
You got along with him the most and the sweetest out of all your brotherâs friends. He was very kind when he first met you. He guided you at the first day of school when you were lost, offer you notes, and checked up on you when Jungwon wasnât present at your home.
And he has that big smile on his face he flashes whenever heâs happy.
You almost saw him as another brother. Almost.
âBetâ another male voice speaks. This one was Park jongseong, or in short, Jay. He helped you in your studies.
He was the richest out of all of them. Designer watches, designer bags, an expensive looking car, it was obvious he was the richest. The most sophisticated one too.
âSeriously? We drank last night.â A deeper voice speaks. Park sunghoon. The owner of the house youâre staying at.
He was the most mysterious of them all. You canât read his expression at all.
âDonât be a mood killer. Get the drinks, jay. Finally the oldest. Lee heeseung. He was the one that stood out the most to you. Mysterious and flirtatious.
They all have different personalities, you concluded, but theyâre all the same.
Heartthrobs, playboys, attractive, rich.. and perverts.
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They were perverts. You knew because you had caught each of them behaving oddly whenever you were alone in the house with one of them.
Theyâd bite their lips, undressing you with their eyes, and obviously having dirty thoughts about you.
You knew damn well how these boys look at you when Jungwon wasnât looking.
Sunghoon would always take the opportunity of checking you out. Despite his unreadable expression, you always notice his eyes moving up and down, undressing you with his eyes, whenever you go downstairs to go grab yourself an edible.
Heâd even follow you to the kitchen, pretending to grab something. But in reality, he had other intentions. he would trap you against the counters and rub his clothed cock to your ass from behind.
âSorry. Had to grab this.â He reached out to the upper cabinet to grab himself a bag of chips.
Before you could confront him, he already had left.
Heeseung, who always makes himself comfortable in your home, tend to visit your room a lot, plopping down onto your bed like he owned the place.
He frequently stays over to fall asleep beside you without Jungwon knowing.
You didnât mind it at first but now it had became a habit, you decided to confront to him about it.
He reveals a pout, âYou donât want me in here, princess?â
Oh and the nicknames heâd given you. You have no idea how to respond to that.
âLet me stay here. I love it here.â He insists, pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours.
It almost looked like you were both cuddling, not knowing whatâs under the covers.
He runs both his hands down to your ass, squeezing, massaging it until he falls asleep.
Jay, who volunteered in tutoring you, does not keep his hands to himself.
He always insists on you sitting on his lap since that was his âtechniqueâ in learning fast.
Obviously that was just an excuse to feel your ass on him.
You were more focused on the hard bulge youâd feel as you sit on his lap while he teaches you whatever he was talking about.
Whenever youâd get his question right, heâd give you a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes, massaging your tits.
But if youâd get a question wrong, heâd bend you over the table and slaps your ass until he is fully satisfied with your punishment.
Jake was the most perverted of them all.
One night when Jake was sleeping over in your home, you had caught him masturbating to your pink lace underwear in the laundry room.
He turns his head to meet your widened eyes, but that didnât stop him from whatever he was doing.
Instead, he smiles. He continued to rub his dick down with his veiny hands, not breaking eye contact with you.
You couldnât handle it and ran back to your room, heart bumping so loud, thatâs all you could hear.
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Now you were stuck here. In a big house, full of men, bunch of sickos.
Jungwonâs here, so they wonât be able to make a move on you, right?
Wrong.
Jungwon had already passed out from being too drunk.
You had no protection. You canât leave either since you canât drive and it was raining.
âYou wanna play a game?â Heeseung speaks.
You look back at the boys, already had their gaze locked on you.
âWhat game..?â You mutter.
âTruth or dare.â Jake replies with a grin.
âWhy donât we play in another room? Iâd rather not we disturb Jungwon.â Jay speaks.
You were about to protest, until sunghoon spoke, âFollow me.â
They all stood up. Before you could process everything, heeseung had already grab your wrist, bringing you along with the four.
âTonight will be fun.â
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HAVE YOU DONE IT BEFORE?
HUH YUNJIN X READER
FT. LE SSERAFIM, NEW JEANS MINJI AND AESPA GISELLE
TAGS: VIRGIN, SIZE KINK, MOUTH CUM, CREAMPIE
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College is a different world. Girls celebrate when they take someoneâs virginity. Body counts became a social status. The campus finds out that one of the freshmen in the basketball team is still a virgin. Yunjin, a popular sophomore, takes this as a challenge. On Halloween night, she sought to have your first time.
âHow can I get the basketball teamâs attention?â Yunjin is laying on a bed with her friends, brainstorming what costume they will wear at the Halloween party. âLetâs wear some Jerseys!â Kazuha sits up, surprised herself that she came up with that idea. âThatâs not a costume,â chaewon interrupted. âIt doesnât matter, what jersey will we wear?â Yunjin is excited with the idea.

All heads are turned when Yunjin and her group sets foot in the Halloween party. For this yearâs Halloween. It will be celebrated in one of the frat houses. It is a big house, and selected people can go to a few rooms to have âprivacy.â They donât need to look for the basketball team as they are the loudest and the most chaotic boys on the campus. They are seated in the lounge area of the house surrounded by girls who're also shooting their shots.

âThe fuck?â Yunjin blurted when a girl who was dressed in a punk princess costume bumped into her. Minji, a freshman who looks too young to be in college, apologizes quickly. Sheâs looking around her friends who left her to be with some boys. âWatch where youâre going! Gosh,â Yunjin let it go just because she doesnât want her mood to get ruined.
The girls walk up in front of the players, wanting to get noticed. A senior saw the girls wearing Lakers jerseys. âLakers! Lakers!â The team erupted in a chant. âDo you know the lakers?â Another senior asks the girls. âTell us about them for tonightâ Yunjin rebutted with a smile. Kazuhaâs plan of wearing a basketball jersey just worked. Now all she needs to do is to have private time with the freshman.
Sheâs looking around to find the Freshman as he only saw him in pictures. The freshman is in the corner in between some sophomoreâs players. Yunjinâs eyes widened when she noticed that the freshman was bigger than some players. The freshman has been recruited in the basketball team based on physical aspect alone. You are the back up center of the team as they ought to develop your skill set with his 4 year tenure in college.
You are taller and bigger than anyone your age, thatâs why you grew up being an outcast as everyone feels intimidated by your sheer size. This hinders your social skills, thus being shy around people. Yunjin pauses for a second, thinking if she still will pursue you. She is not a stranger to taking big cocks but your body tells you that you might have the biggest cock she will ever see.
Chaewon notices the brunette girlâs hesitation. âCan you imagine how popular you might get by taking the virginity of the biggest guy on the campus?â The short-haired girl said. She might not be able to walk properly for a few days but the fame she will have is enough for her to continue on her pursuit. âHey, big boy~â Yunjin said to you as she sat on your lap. âDamn you got this boy!â, âdonât let us down big boy!â The basketball team cheered in excitement as one of their freshmen just got a chick for tonight.
âH-hi,â you said awkwardly as Yunjin was sitting on your right thigh. The brunette smiles as she thought it would be easy to get you tonight. âI heard a lot of things about you,â She said while holding the guyâs arms, gently feeling his muscles. You took a big gulp as this is the first time girls advance on you like this. âI heard you were strongâŠâ she continued as her fingers ran all over the guy's arms. âI heard rumors on how strong you are!â Your teammate said. Yunjinâs friends are now in between the players.

But one girl has caught Yunjin's attention, she has long pink hair and is wearing a Spider-Man costume. One of the senior players has his arms around the girl as they are obviously flirting with each other. The girl looks familiar but she doesnât know her name. She has seen her a few times in the hallway before, concluding that the girl is also a sophomore like her.
âLift her up!â Your teammate shouts. âLift her up, lift her up!â The rest of the team chant in unison. You look at Yunjin waiting for a response. She just smiles at you before whispering: âlift me up like a trophy.â The way she said it turns you on. For a brief moment, you forgot how socially awkward you are. You put your hands on her armpit as you lift Yunjin before standing up. Yunjin is surprised at how easy it is for you to lift her. She felt something⊠knowing that you can just toss her around like a rag doll. Pools of fantasies flash on her mind.
The team erupts with the display of your strength. The pink haired girl has been also lifted up in the air by the player sheâs flirting with. Yunjin felt annoyed as she doesnât like sharing the spotlight with another girl. Giselle doesnât care about whatâs happening around her. All she cares about is that getting lifted in the air might be the last straw. She wraps her legs around the basketball player and hugs him into a kiss.
The basketball team and the crowd pause for a moment before the crowds erupt in a roar. They are all shook by the sudden show of affection between the two. The crowd continues to cheer as Giselle has been put on top of the guy's shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. She carries Giselle upstairs to get a room of themselves.
âYou should also get a room!â, âcarry her as well!â Your teammate said excited for you to bag the brunette. Yunjin seeâs this perfect opportunity and took it. âYes! Letâs get to know more about each other upstairs!â She said giggling but her eyes were hinting at something else. This makes you nervous but you don't want to disappoint Yunjin. You pick her up by the waist and legs, carrying him upstairs like a princess.
âHave you done it before?â Yunjin asked as if she didn't know the answer. âD-done what before?â You know what sheâs insinuating but you donât know how to answer her. You can lie and tell that you have an experience but she may sense your inexperience or you can just tell the truth but you thought this will turn her off. âHmm, letâs ask a different question, have you kissed a girl before?â
âY-Yes,â you said feeling guilty. You have been kissed on the lips by your highschool classmate before. âNo no, I feel jealous,â Yunjin pouts, her face looking sad. Yunjin doesnât really care about it, she is just acting jealous to get a reaction from you. Not knowing what to do, you try to explain yourself to her. âCan you kiss me as well?â Yunjin said hoping she can start the action by making out with you.
Agreeing with her, Yunjin sits on top of you again. She puts her two arms around your neck. You canât look her in the eye as you donât know exactly how to kiss a girl. âItâs okay, just close your eyes, let me kiss you,â she assures you. You close your eyes waiting for her lips, she closes the distance between your lips before giving you a peck in the lips. You thought thatâs it and tried to open your eyes but you felt another kiss from her. The kiss lasted longer in your lips, and you felt her tongue trying to go inside your mouth.
Her kiss becomes more passionate and now her tongue is being persistent in entering your mouth. You feel your cock twitch as it gets harder. Yunjin notices this too as she felt your buldge. She smiles as she knows that what sheâs doing is working. She continues to kiss you with now holding your face, she tries to make it as passionate as she can. Sheâs initiating a make out session with you.
Opening your mouth, trying to kiss her back. Her tongue finally enters your mouth as itâs inviting your tongue for a torrid kissing. This is your first time having a make out session, you try to follow her rhythm as you move your tongue but Yunjin just kisses you deeper, having her tongue exploring your mouth. Your kissing has now become a sloppy one. Mouths are wetting as youâre sharing saliva, Yunjin finally pulls back to take a breath.
Yunjin heard a loud bang that came from the opposite room but she didnât mind it. Giselle got pinned against the wall in the other room. âLet me see your cock,â the brunette said. You froze for a moment, you donât want to but you donât want to turn her down as well. Yunjin continues as she didnât receive any disapproval from you. She kneels to pull your pants down to your feet. She got shine on how big it really is.
She is expecting you to have a big cock based on your height and body but your cock is more massive than expected. It has a grit as big as your forearm. Yunjin gulps in nervousness, she is in too deep now to go back. She spits on your cock multiple times before smearing it all over your cock. Sheâs trying to lubricate your cock to make it easy sucking it.
You moan just by her touch, your cock is being touched by a girl for the first time. Yunjin finds it cute that youâre already moaning, she strokes your cock faster to elicit more moans from you, she doesn't get disappointed. The brunette is now looking at the thick tip of your cock, thinking if she can take it. âImagine how popular you will get,â are the words that ring on her mind before putting your cock in her mouth.
With just your tip, Yunjin's mouth is already stretched. Youâre looking at her intensely, this is the first time you've had a blowjob, you donât want to miss any details of it. The girl got motivated by your enthusiasm. She tries to lower her face, to have more of your cock. Sheâs halfway through your shaft but she finally gag. Your huge cock is too much for her mouth. Her cheeks are filled up by the girth of your cock. Your dick could compete with the biggest dicks on porn sites even Yunjin knows that.
She looks back at you with helplessness written on her face. She canât take more of it. She pulls her head up to take a needed break. Tears are forming on her eyes as she coughs. The brunette looks defeated. She worries that if the campus finds out she canât take your cock, she might lose her popular status. She gathers herself, ties her hair up and puts your cock on her mouth again.
Yunjin tries different approaches to swallow your whole cock. First, she tried to go as slow as possible, she wanted to make herself get used to the size of your cock. This doesnât add inches on how much of your cock she can take. Second, she tried to go fast, her head bobbing faster on your cock. With this method, she forced herself to take more than just of your massive cock. This also feels good to you, her tight mouth is sucking you over and over again.
âMhmm! WTF?!â Yunjin was surprised by your sudden release. You donât know how to hold it yet and sheâs sucking you too good. This made the girl pull away. Her mouth is full of your load, some of it drools down on her face. She thought that she should have anticipated that you will cum fast because youâre still inexperienced. Yunjin doesnât want to spit it out, she opens her mouth to show you the amount of cum you released on her, she puts her tongue out to show more of it before finally swallowing it.
âHa Ha, did I suck you that good? Tell everyone I give the best head!â Yunjin hysterically laughs, she might not be able to deepthroat your whole cock, she takes your orgasm as a victory. She strokes your cock again, surprised as you didnât lose any hardness after you just released. Yunjin hands look way too small when holding your massive cock. Even when she holds it with two hands, it will only cover a half of your cock.
The brunette stands up to remove her jeans, she makes sure to turn her back against yours to give you a good view of her ass. She pulls down her underwear, bending down as she lowers it. Yunjin has a well shaped ass. You were surprised that she has a nice ass in her petite build. The girl sits on your lap again. She sits directly on top of your cock, you can feel her wet slit grinding against your cock as Yunjin tries to tease you before taking your virginity.
The girl squats up while reaching your cock, it aligns it to her slit. You already moan as your tip enters her pussy. This made her laugh for a bit, Yunjin tries to hide the fact that sheâs nervous. The girl lowers herself slowly, you can feel her tight slit hugging your cock. Just by taking the tip and some of your shaft, Yunjin struggles to sit deeper as she is already stretched out. The girl doesnât like being in a vulnerable position, she doesnât want you to think that sheâs weak because she canât take your cock.
she lets out a war cry before carelessly sitting deep on your cock. This made the two of you moan loudly. Yunjin is stretched out more than even, she moans in pain as your massive cock is stretching her walls to the fullest. You moan loud as this is the first time you felt your cock being inside of a pussy. Her walls are tight and warm, itâs hugging your cock like it wants you to cum already. Even with her desperate attempt, Yunjin hasn't fully sat on your cock as a whole. She just just sits on it more than how deep she deepthroat you.
The brunette is contented by this, she can just make an excuse that no girl can take your cock as a whole and this is the deepest anyone can get. Yunjin is holding on your chest as she tries to pull herself up. This made the two of you moan again loudly. Yunjin feels her walls are collapsing as your massive cock is going out of her. This sensation feels too good for you. Yunjin doesnât care anymore. She repeatedly sits on your cock. Not caring about how painful it is.
Yunjin looks determined, she looks you directly in the eyes with glimpses of hatred. She hates how massive your cock. Yunjin keeps moaning as she continues to sit on your cock. She removed the Lakers jersey as she felt her body heating up. Yunjin's boobs are in front of you. She has small but well shaped boobs that perfectly compliments her frame. She reached for your two hands to put in her boobs.
She feels your cock twitch as you hold her boobs, Yunjin smirks for a bit, even though she's struggling with your cock. She still has full control of the situation. You grab her boobs, squeezing them gently. Yunjin unlocks her bra and removes it to give you a better view of how perfect her body is. She is a confident woman, she knows that one of her strengths is her sexy petite body. She holds your fingers trying to teach you to pinch and play with her perky boobs.
The brunette whoâs on top of you knows moves faster. It doesnât hurt her as much anymore as she gets used to your girth. She tried to go deeper but her human body really has a limit. Yunjin knows find her rhythm, you are are speechless on how good this feels, paired up the sight of a orange haired chick whoâs fucking herself in your cock while her boobs is on your hands.
The girl felt your cock twitching inside her. âCum inside me, tell everyone that I have the best pussy!â Yunjin says loudly. She picks up her pace and guides your hand to her waist to help her get stabilized. Yunjin moans as this feels good now for her too. Your cock twitches more signaling youâre about to cum. Yunjin sits on your cock as deep as possible. She let out a loud moan as your massive cock stretches her slit more. Loads of your hot cum fill her slits. Yunjin feels your cock released more inside her as you cum as much as the first one.
Yunjin tiredly lay down beside you, her slit looks like a mess, her slit is still stretched wide open as loads of cum keep flowing out of her. She made it, she finally took the most massive cock in the campus. She took the biggest freshmanâs virginity. Yunjin smiles while her eyes are still closed due to how tired she is. She is already basking on this achievement. Yunjin plans to lay down for a while before going back to the party downstairs. She felt that you already stand up
âWait for me,â Yunjin said while still catching her breath. She wants everyone to know that you did it with her. She looks confused as you are now standing on the edge of the bed. The brunetteâs eyes widen when you pull her close to you. Holding her legs up with your both arms. Yunjin looks horrified when you align your cock on her slit.
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"By the stars, how foolish can one person be?"
His voice was quiet as night but dark as sin, his grip on your wrist tighter than any chain made by mortal hands. Fingernails dug deep inside the soft flesh but his face remained stoic as ever. The professor's pale face seemed to almost shine underneath the moonlight as his one visible eye leered down at you as if you were no better than a mere cockroach he could just squish with his little finger.
Honestly, he probably could and for the longest time that was your opinion on him.
For ages now, you had thought that Anaxagoras did not fancy you whatsoever. Whenever you would cross paths the man would do nothing other than poignantly glare in your direction, arms crossed on his chest as he would turn his gaze elsewhere whenever you'd make eye contact with him. Trying to reason with him proved to be pointless as the man would only spew absolute venom at you, but he would do it in such an elegant way that you were often left speechless at the sheer refinement of it all, as if he was writing up some twisted poetry for you. Amphoreus was known for its endless sea of romantic songs, secret love affairs and honeyed words but this was different.
This particular rose had thorns. Sharp thorns.
And it had no desire to be plucked whatsoever.
Eventually, you stopped trying. The desire to get to know the scholar had all but diminished, it was instead replaced with an inkling of dread. Simply spotting him in a crowd sent shivers down your spine, especially if he was coming straight towards you. He would always carry himself with such vigor and confidence but that would all melt away into childish pettiness the moment he stood before you and opened his mouth.
It was as if he actively enjoyed making you uncomfortable.
And you had no idea just how true that assessment was.
Enough was enough. Mustering up all of your courage, you decided to confront the seemingly devious man for his heinous actions. You grilled him profusely, practically begging him to just say what it was that he disliked about you. Heck, you had even offered to steer clear from him for good, that if you ever even caught a glimpse of him in a crowd that you would make yourself scarce.
Anaxa was oddly quiet after that proposal. No snarky comment, no nothing. It almost made you miss his old attitude that day.
But now standing before you was a man who was scorned. Even with the mask he tried to wear, you could still make out the ghost of a quiver on his thin lips. He was wracking his brain for an answer, his eyes wild as he suddenly broke into a maddening grin, his other hand now finding a place around your waist to bring you even closer to him. Pressing your hands on his chest proved futile, his grin wider than any beast ought to have.
"Oh how I despise you..." he whispered in the dark night. It was beyond difficult to understand him but you regardless kept your mouth shut.
He never did like to be interrupted...
His hand trailed downwards to your waist as one of his fingers started to trace a soft pattern on your spine, almost as if he was trying to be affectionate with you.
"You are like a knife that keeps stabbing my heart, over and over... You simply never seem to stop, do you?"
He suddenly pressed his forehead against your own, his hair tickling your entire face as Anaxa was now fully taking up every part of your personal space. From the corner of your eye you noticed the gun which was holstered on his waist but he spoke up just as fast.
"Eyes on me, sweetling. You do not have the luxury of running away from this."
It was hard to breathe, hard to think. You wanted to hit him, to shout at him to do literally anything - but it was all so pointless, especially since he had you so close.
"You have become my punishment, my ultimate temptation." purred Anaxa, his grin still just as big if not even bigger now. With wide eyes you gaped at him like a fish out of water but he merely cackled at your bewildered reaction, it clearly being amusing for him. His lips ghosted over your own, as if he was contemplating whether or not he was going to steal a kiss.
"Oh how I despise you with my whole entire being and yet all I can do is beseech you to just humor me. You have committed the crime of making me fall for you and I cannot forgive you for such a transgression."
He was punishing you. Anaxa was not able to comprehend the depth of his feelings so he showed them the only way he knew how. He had a little bit of madness in him and he wished for you to see it, to feel it.
Bear witness to his pain. See just how completely and utterly you had ruined him with nothing else other than committing the crime of existing. You had wormed your way into his heart without ever meaning to and Anaxa was going to make you pay dearly for that crime.
A/N: a few of you asked me how I'm doing since I wrote my last Anaxa post and I just wanted to thank you all for the kindness! But to ease your worries - massive mood swings are just a part of my character and that's just not going to change LMAO. I'm just the kind of person who has extremely good highs and very deep lows. I am easy to sadden but the up side is that I'm just as easy to cheer up!
But yeah - more Anaxa fics! Heck yeah! He's really tricky for me to pin down but this is the best I can do for him, so far anyway. This was written before 3.2 so I wonder how much his character will differ compared to the idea of him that I have in my head. I also simply must give a shout out to the lovely @harmonysanreads because her Anaxa fics really helped me!
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STAY WITH US
this oneshot can be read as a standalone.
COMFORT ME, STAY WITH ME
COMFORT ME, STAY WITH ME (PT. 2 HELAENA'S TURN)
pairing: aegon targaryen x targaryen! reader x helaena targaryen
word count: ~2.7k
warnings: spoilers for s2e2 of HoTD, mentions of death of a child, mentions of blood, light cursing
a/n: so i lied, so sorry, my apologies, remember how i said i wanted this part to be smut? well it didn't happen. in the end it didn't seem right because these oneshots originated form a place of care and comfort [not horniness like usual]
that being said i am open to doing a series of small oneshots based on their relationship that are more spicy because regardless it lives rent free on my brain and i'd love to share the pervertedness they'd get up to. also i've never written a threesome and that seems like a good writing exercise.
hope you like this oneshot. it's really sweet and when i was thinking of what else to do with them it simply clicked. my only wish is for it to have the same comfort provoking feeling as the other two. while this little series was written as a way for me to feel better about these characters it makes me happy to know it served the same purpose for a lot of you guys. also this was my first time writing for HoTD and you're all so nice ;) THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE.
enjoy!
Without Jaehaerys by her side, his twin sister Jaehaera must adjust to being alone. Her lifelong playmate is gone, and now she ought to find her place as an only child.
The silver-haired girl restlessly jumps through different activities, searching for the one that will entertain her long enough without company. It is difficult because each time she successfully gets distracted, she turns to catch her brother's attention, only to find he's no longer there.
Queen Helaena watches her as she stitches together a new embroidery piece for a dress. The Queen spent her days with both her children, but now that one of them is gone, she spends nearly every waking moment with her daughter. Observing. Protecting. Alert.
"The three-headed dragon shall rise once more," Helaena mumbles under her breath. The maids ignore her mumblings. The Queen's words don't make sense half the time.
A squeal of delight from her daughter prompts the needle to pierce Helaena's finger and a bead of blood forms at the pad of it. Looking up, she finds you picking up Jaehaera and kissing her chubby cheeks. The girl is enamored by her cousin and the attention you provide.
"Good morrow, 'Laena," you brightly greet her, setting down Jaehaera and sitting by her on the floor. "Have you broken fast yet?"
Helaena places a hand in yours as a greeting and nods kindly, assuring you she's been eating all her meals. At times, her appetite turns into nausea as glimpses of her dead son invade her senses, but she tries fighting through it.
She closes her eyes and thinks of anything elseâprimarily you. You who distract her and treat her with such care without judgment of her eccentricities. It's odd how she's caught herself multiple times seeking your approval.
As Helaena returns to her stitching, Jaehaera bounces over and falls into your arms. "I wish for my hair to be like yours."
"Allow me, Princess," Jaehaera's nursemaid intervenes. She does not wish to be seen as lazy and incapable of her job to care for the children.
The small Princess holds tightly onto you, hiding her face on your chest as she settles on your lap. "No, I want my cousin to do it. She's a Princess, and I want Princess's hair."
You giggle at her words and gesture to the nursemaid that it's alright. "Come on, sweet girl, sit," you coo, positioning her in front of you.
One of the maids hands you a hairbrush, and you begin your work. As a Princess, your hair is mostly styled by your maids, but every lady should know how to style it appropriately.
"You're such a pretty girl, Jaehaera. Did you know that?" You talk to distract her from squirming too much. She's an impatient little thing, like her father.
Jaehaera giggles sound throughout the room. She hasn't laughed like that since her brother died. It brings a sad smile to Helaena's lips.
"You're prettier," Jaehaera whispers bashfully, her cheeks a healthy hue of pink.
"Oh, I don't know about that. You're much more beautiful. Do you know why?"
Jaehaera shakes her head, causing you to hold tightly onto the intricate plaits you're weaving in her hair. You inadvertently smile at her benightedness.
"Because you look just like your mummy, and she's very beautiful, and she's a Queen," you gasp lightly, creating a tone of excitement in your voice.
Although she's kept her nose down while stitching, Helaena's cheeks burn just as brightly as her daughters. Your words continue to flatter her. You have a way with words that can make even the most ordinary of townsfolk feel special.
With a small, excited gasp, Jaehaera asks, "Will I be Queen one day?"
"There's always a possibility," you hum, pining the remaining plait into her hair. It is hard to explain the complexities of succession and legacy to a child when there is a current war debating that same subject. "All done, go over to the mirror."
"She adores you," Helaena sighs as she watches her daughter fawn over her new hairstyle.
"And I, her. She's the sweetest girl ever."
Helaena turns to look at you and sees the soft smile gracing your lips. Your eyes then catch hers, and your smile broadens. It makes her wonder what her life would be like if you were not around. How would she have dealt with her emotions?
"I must go, but can you come to my bedchambers tonight? There is a matter I must discuss with you," Helaena says timidly, casting aside her embroidery.
"As you wish, my Queen." You can't fault her for preferring to speak in the depth of the night when the castle sleeps, and there are no wandering eyes to pass judgment.
It gives Helaena whiplash when you effortlessly switch from calling her name to calling her 'my Queen.' She rather enjoys both terms, especially when you call her yours.
Helaena bids you farewell with a kiss on the cheek, blissfully unaware of its effect on you. Such displays of affection are not rare in court, but lately, their significance has changed for you, as Helaena has never been one to indulge in court etiquette when it involves physical touch.
When the sun has disappeared over the horizon, and the castle has quieted down, you make your way to the Queen's bed chambers.
You have always been inclined to stay in the shadows, where it's safe. You are a sheep amongst a den of wolves, and if you draw too much attention to yourself, danger will follow.
You have failed so far, considering you enjoy the company of the King and Queen. Grief unexpectedly brought you together and made your bond steadfast, but wherever Aegon and Helaena go, watchful gazes follow, thus making you part of the spectacle as well.
Otto and Alicent Hightower are taking the reins of this unnecessary war, but you feel safe under Aegon's and Helaena's careful watch. You believe they will protect you from any danger coming from within the castle walls, at the very least.
You're doing your mother a great disservice as you strengthen the bond of the King and Queen. The ache of losing a child will forever remain in their hearts, and waves of pain continue to crash, but that thick fog of grief that was cast upon them has slowly started to lift, thanks to you.
Pushing open the door to Helaena's bedchambers, you step into the room. It's well into the night, and the candlelight illuminates the room. You stumble over your steps when you notice Aegon and Helaena standing close together as if they were about to kiss.
"My apologies, your graces. I believed the Queen to be alone," you bow your head, red painting your cheeks. It's a gesture that originates from embarrassment rather than submissiveness.
"Do not apologize. We wished to speak to you," Aegon speaks, beckoning you deeper into the room.
He offers you a goblet of wine, which you accept gracefully to alleviate the dizzying wave of nerves you're feeling. You've never been alone with Aegon and Helaena. People have always been around, and up to a fortnight ago, they barely spoke to one another.
The ruling couple sought your counsel regarding their marriage, recognizing you as an intermediary. You offered your advice to the best of your abilities, considering you have yet to marry.
With time and encouragement, they reached out to each other for comfort. Piece by piece, they were able to speak and share the emotions that troubled them. Nonetheless, they kept you closer than ever.
You're the calm amidst the storm.
You take a drink of the sweet wine to busy yourself. Helaena and Aegon stand side by side, his hand on the small of her back as Helaena plays with her fingers. They're backlit by the fire burning by the fireplace. It casts a warm glow over their figures, making the situation seem much more intimate. You're certainly intruding.
"We wish to thank you for everything you've done for us recently," Helaena breaks the creeping silence. She's just as nervous as you are, if not more.
"Helaena and I have been thinking about how to repay you for your generosity," Aegon continues, staring intently back at you to gauge your reaction to his words. He's afraid of reading you wrong and fucking things upâlike he usually does.
You instantly shake your head, "As I said before, there is no need-"
Helaena's following words cause silence to befall as you stare back at them in surprise. A sort of surprise they cannot read. "We wish to wed you," Helaena blurts nervously, her fingers twisting together.
This is not a moment to speak in riddles. Helaena is fully aware of the situation before her and wishes nothing more than for you to stay by their side, no matter the cost.
For once in her life, she hasn't felt lonely in the castle. She has an ally she can trust and confide in.
You've been the subject of Aegon and Helaena's conversations for numerous nights. At first, it was difficult to understand that they both held deep affection towards you while caring for each other. They debated for a long time about what to do about it and they agreed on one thing wholeheartedlyâyou only deserved the best.
Then, it came to Aegon.
He's named after Aegon' The Conqueror' Targaryen. The King took over the seven kingdoms with his sister wives by his side.
A simple Valyrian tradition would solve their dilemma while strengthening his claim to the throne. It's poetic, a part of history being re-enacted.
"Pardon?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. You stare back at them with wide eyes as they jump from Aegon to Helaena and back to Aegon.
The goblet in your hand lightly shakes along with your hand. You place it on a nearby table, afraid of spilling it. Surely, you misheard.
"Our affection grows greater day by day. More than we ever thought possible," Helaena confesses, desperately reaching for your hand.
Your gaze falls on Aegon to seek his opinion, and he nods in agreement. There is not much to say. You have proved yourself valuable to them in a way that is much too important. You serve to keep them sane and emotionally stable. A feat no one has cared to accomplish before.
You do not use Aegon as a puppet or manipulate him to achieve sinister goals on behalf of his name, much like the rest of the court does. Those people only care for power, even if they break Aegon piece by piece. They destroy him while you take the time to pick up the pieces and put him back together.
"Such drastic actions must not be taken. I merely offered you comfort when you needed it because I care for you both," you stutter, pressing a hand to your forehead. All of a sudden, the room is warm, and a layer of perspiration forms on the back of your neck.
Aegon grunts and approaches you, cupping your face in his palms, "That is precisely why we wish to do this. You have cared for us like no one has before, including ourselves. You planted yourself in our souls, and now we cannot let you go lest we go insane. If you do not feel the same, say it, but do not lie to us."
His tone is firm, yet he cannot disguise the pleading behind it. He's never wanted something as much as he wants you.
"I-" Your palms ghost over the top of his.
It is all too much. The prospect of being wed looms over your head like a threat. Otto Hightower will have no qualms about using your lack of a husband as a war strategy. It should not be his decision in the first place, but it is out of your hands as you're considered a prisoner to him.
You would be a liar if you said you did not reciprocate their feelings. They've been present for a while now, it is why comforting them comes so easily to you. Seeing them hurt only pains you.
With this new opportunity, you will no longer be used. You will not be sold to some old lord in the countryside for the gain of a few hundred men. You would be protected.
Most importantly, you will marry a man and a woman who love you. Yes, they are broken, but with you by their side, they will thrive and rise to the occasion.
Aegon's lilac eyes beg you to accept their proposal. "I feel emotions I thought impossible. They are confusing and overwhelming, but they are real," you admit.
Relief floods over Aegon, and he can't help but release a sigh of relief. He presses his forehead against yours, whispering a silent thank you to the old gods and the new.
"Will you become our wife? Our lifelong companion?" Helaena asks, coming up behind you. You feel her breath on your neck as she leans her head on your shoulder.
One word is enough to respond. One simple word will change your life. For good or bad is to be determined.
"Yes," you breathe, reaching for her hand. The smile on Aegon's lips and Helaena's giggles in your ear make it all worth it.
Aegon needed to do things right so no one could argue against your union. He contacted the Septon himself, and only a day later, after his proposal, the Valyrian ceremony took place.
He clearly instructed his guard and the Septon that they must not tell anyone, or there would be consequences.
The ceremony is quick and private amongst the gardens of the Red Keep. You wear the traditional red and gold robes and headpieces that match Aegon's.
A red dragon decorates the front of your garb, matching Helaena's golden one on her dress. She stands to the side with a faint smile, Jaehaera clinging to her dress.
Aegon carefully cuts your lip with the dragon glass. As blood surges to the surface, he presses his thumb to the cut and later spreads it across your skin. You repeat the same on his lips, staring apologetically back at him, yet the burning pain does not compare to the pain he's felt before. It's almost pleasurable as he takes in the symbolism of the gesture.
Cutting your palms, you let the blood that will bind you together for eternity fall onto the goblet. You lock eyes with Aegon as you take a drink from it, passing it to him a moment later.
He was not raised surrounded by Targaryen customs, but he has a new deep appreciation for them. The ceremony is deeply intimate as they share the blood that will mark them as one.
With a couple of final words, the Septon concludes the ceremony and with the knowledge that you are entirely theirs, Aegon crashes his lips against yours.
Aegon stayed firm in his words. He did not wish to sully your name, so he waited until the moment was right. The reward is much too sweet.
It is the first time you've shared a kiss with Aegon, and it is unlike anything you've felt before. In the past, you've snuck kisses in dark corners of the Red Keep, but none have ever kissed you with the intensity Aegon has to offer.
Helaena approaches your tangled embrace, and as you resurface for a breath, she presses her much more delicate lips on yours. The kiss is so different yet the same simultaneously. The intent behind it is identical while the pace is slower and sultrier.
Yours and Aegonâs blood coats her lips and itâs as if she also partook on the ceremony. Your heart beats intensely inside your chest but youâre happy.
Finally, you three are bonded, destined to stay together for eternity.
Jaehaerys will forever be missed. His life has become a mystery; Aegon and Helaena will never see it fulfilled. But in this tragedy, the gods were kind to Aegon and Helaena and provided a new person to love, cherish, and join their family.
were you expecting a good old throuple situation? eh, eh (pretend i'm wiggling my eyebrows and nudging your side with my elbow). im just saying she's perfect for their little dysfunctional family and the drama it will create with the Hightowers and Targaryens? immaculate.
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You Now Smelled of Flowers, and He Loathed how Perfectly it Suited You
summary: You had always known that, despite being wed, you and Aemond would have never gotten along, especially because none of you tried anything but staying as far as you could from one another. Weirdly enough, Aemond made your relationship changed by asking for help.
trigger warning: wrote this while on ovulation, explicit language, mention of self harm, mention of lost of virginity, sexual content, name calling(wife), pretty chill sex tbh
word count: 9.4k
supposed reading time: 38 minutes
note: BITCH THIS HAS A FUCKING VIBE. anyway, i love the dialogues in this. also, thnkx for more than 200 notes on the last one ARE YOU KIDDING. love ya
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He couldnât sleep, which was far from anything new, really. He took a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling. He could hear the soft rain falling on the stone walls outside his room, but he made no movement to check how much was entering his chambers like he normally would.
His head was killing him, and he could hear his heartbeat banging against his skull. Heâd been loathing the night since the day heâd lost his eye.
That had been the fateful day that ruined his entire existence, and also the reason why he was awake in the hour of the wolf, when the entirety of Kingâs Landing should have been deep asleep.
He had often dreamed about cutting off his scarred skin. Surely, the action would provoke not only the risk of infection and an immense amount of bleeding, but also a wider- and so more irritating- scar on his face.
That was not what he had desired during the open-eyed dreams heâd had about slicing open his face once more, no. What currently appealed him was the tranquility that would come with the first stages of the healing process: no itch, nor irritation.
Just simple, pure pain.
He sighed and swung his legs off the bed. His eye did linger on the butter knife left on his table- it had caught the light coming from the hearth and reflecting onto the blade- but he got up and walked out of his rooms.
He wandered for a brief moment what you were doing. After all, a husband ought to worry for his wifeâs whereabouts, whether he was loving or as Aemond was, which included a rather long list of disparaging adjectives- such as: abrupt, sharp-tongued, curt and cold when it came to those brief and definitely insignificant moments in which you two exchanged some words; unapproachable, uncaring and unresponsive when you needed his assistance (which happened only in one occasion, for the lesson was learnt fast); tense, silent and falsely indifferent when it came to your nearness.
Anyway, the thought of you being asleep brought an only slight sense of calmness in Aemond, for he reasoned that half of the couple- if one could call you two such- could find comfort in the confines of a bed in the darkest hours the night had to offer.
What he did not know was that you were far from asleep. Your life at the castle did not include much- quite the opposite, in fact. And you put your foot down so that you would never get used to such a disgraceful thing. You were, after all, the Rogue Princeâs daughter, and nothing in your body was âstillâ.
So, most of your nights were spent awake, walking around the interminable castle until the muscles in your legs hurt from tiredness or reading until your eyelids fell shut on their own.
Usually, the nightsâ hours were not passed in the shared chambers you had with Aemond, but you found they had the perfect view of the full moon in that dayâs clear night sky- despite the soft rain.
That was the reason you were there, your hands on the wet stone of the window ledge as you looked at the city below you. The rain was wetting part of your nightgown, but that was not your concern.
Rainy days in Kingâs Landing were not something usual this season, and it reminded you of Dragonstone in a slight way that you redeemed to be enough for comfort.
The chambers were beautiful, despite the obvious memory that surfaced in your mind: the wedding night. It hadnât made you as excited as you and your sisters had dreamed them to be when you were younger.
You were aware that those hopes were a mere product of the fantasy of young and unaware children that loved to spend their days in the confines of the island, braiding their hair and taking about the dreams of the nightsâ passed.
Still, hope hadnât been a crime for your mind yet. You hated the mixed feelings you had felt that day. You recalled the unusual feeling of anxiety that had set into your gut in the morn and that carried through the hours of the day.
The memories of the ceremony were not many, aside from the grimace on your face that persisted through the wedding, celebrated under the Faith of the Seven and not in the tradition of Old Valyria, which you thought to be the rightful one.
What you remembered vividly, was the night. Hating Aemond Targaryen for what heâd called your cousins through the years of your childhood and early adolescence seemed nothing but rightful. And stillâŠ
You remembered his hand on your lower back as heâd walked you to your new shared chambers, and the way his warmth had seeped into the fabric of your dress.
You remembered the way he had not looked at you as youâd taken off the intricate wedding dress and left it on the floor after youâd stepped out of it.
He had put out the candles and told you to lie down on the bedding with a nod of his head before extinguishing the last source of light with a blow.
He had stripped completely before heâd also climbed on the sheets, making the mattress sink under his weight.
You had expected roughness and pain throughout the whole action, for many ladies of the court who had a friendly relationship with the Princess Regent, had told you what to expect would happen to you in the weeks preceding the wedding.
It did not come, that stinging sensation, the sharp feeling of the hardness entering you. He had worked you with his fingers the exact way you did when you were alone, almost making you think he had known your body despite having never seen it.
You had to repress your moans by biting the inside of your cheeks, and you remembered feeling glad that he could not see your face in the darkness that enveloped the chambers under his wish.
He had not kissed your lips once, but he had continued moving his fingers inside you until he had redeemed your cunt wet enough to be fucked.
That was when he had turned you around so you lied on your stomach and had pulled up your hips- the biggest contact he had offered you that night.
He had put a hand on your hip- it had been warm and comforting, despite it being distant at the same time, and it had stayed there for the whole time.
You had not come, for you forced yourself not to. His thrusts were determined: slow and steady at first, and grew faster as he continued taking your purity. But you had not finished, for the pleasure you had felt seemed so unexpected and abnormal you simply could not let your body do so.
But he had, and both of his hands were on your hips when heâd emptied himself inside of you. And then he had stilled, and you had heard his rough breathing and the sweat on his palms as he had slid them down and off your body.
He had walked out after his climax, leaving you on the marital bed, empty, still biting the inside of your cheek to withhold the moan you had let out once the heavy doors had closed behind him.
You remembered getting off the bed and feeling your legs weak. But you had still gone in front of the full length looking glass in the chambers, turned, and looked at your reflection from behind your shoulder. You had seen his seed trailing down the inside of your thighs.
You had touched yourself at the sight, thankful for being alone. You had done so many times after that night, and the mere thought sent a flush to your cheeks.
As you looked outside the window at the city below- still a number of candles burnt, but you could hold the number with your hands- and sighed, the sound of steps coming from outside made your head turn sharply to the dark wooden door.
Out of your deepest surprise, Aemond came in. He froze when he saw you, but made no move to step back, âWife.â He greeted you, his eye falling from your face and finding an armchair.
âHusband.â you replied, tearing your eyes from what was his obviously tired form. But they found him again when you heard the sound of him sitting down. The way his hand was on his scar, the way his fingers traced it angrily, made your brows furrow. âAre you faring well?â you asked, for the silence was already starting to be uncomfortable.
Still, all he replied to your seemingly harmless question was: âMhâŠâ You could not resist to tut and turn once again to the sky.
Why did you even think you had the chance to have a normal opportunity for a conversation with him? Gods, you sometimes wished he were a mute, so he would have an excuse to substitute his words with those daft sounds.
You dug your nail into the skin of your finger and tried to contain the urge to walk away. After all, you were there first, and you would be the one whoâd stay. What was he doing there, anyway? As far as you were aware, your shared chambers had been empty since that night of two moons ago.
Despite these thoughts, you started musing how lucky you had been to end up with someone like Aemond. He was far from the best husband, and so was clear to everyone, but he was also far from the worst.
He did not talk- even if it sometimes infuriated you; if he had lovers, his relationships were discreet; and, as he was rather far in the line of succession, especially now that Rhaenyra had birthed five children, he did not crave for an heir- testimony was the fact he had considered his duty fulfilled after taking your virginity.
âIf I am correctâŠâ His voice made you snap out of your thoughts and you turned around, looking at how his tapered fingers were still pressing onto the scarred tissue. The strain in his voice was obvious as he continued his request, âYou have quite the experience with poultices?â
Your eyebrows raised at his words. How in his Seven Hells did he have that information? You may have flaunted yourself about your prowess now and then, but that had happened a long time ago, many years before your wedding.
âY-yes.â you said, clearing your throat and turning to face him, leaning against the window ledge, âWhat is the matter?â
You saw how his eye avoided any form of contact, deciding to set on the stone floor instead. âI might need something to⊠Ease the pain from my scar.â You were extremely sure that Aemond Targaryenâs scar, in that exact moment, hurt him way less than his pride after having asked for help.
You bit the inside of your cheek to contain a grin at the thought. âAlright.â you pushed yourself off the ledge you leaned against and walked towards the door, âCome to the maesterâs laboratory.â
He followed without a word, walking behind you and silently letting you know he had no intention of speaking another word for the foreseeable future. You had no intention of saying anything else whatsoever, so the walk to the laboratory was punctuated by the sound of your and Aemondâs boots on the stone floor.
His eye was stuck on your form as you walked in front of him, on your hands joined behind your back. He had not seen you so clearly since that night of two moons ago, for he had since then forced himself to stay as far from you and from the places you visited as was possible for him.
He tried not to let himself be bothered by the fact that you had decided to play his game and not try to initiate a conversation as you would have normally done. But mostly, he tried not to let his eye linger on the hypnotising sway of your hips and of your blood red skirt.
The colour annoyed him. You were supposed to be his wife, but the fabric and embroidery held nothing resembling the ones the women in his family wore, and everything to do with women he was not supposed to care about.
Once you reached the airy chamber, the rain rhythm had picked up, but the sky had begun to shift its colours to those that belonged to Dawn.
The smell of pot marigold began to fill the room once you put the plant into boiling water, and you had to gather the courage to take a small jar from a shelf and walk towards him. You did not know why heâd asked for your help when the highest maesters with the best training in all of Westeros were in Kingâs Landing to tend to any problem the royal family thought they had.
Also, why would he do it if, when you approached, he eyed the jar and the transparent gel it contained with wariness, his jaw tightening? And why had he said he needed assistance if he squirmed away when you raised your hand to apply the poultice on his cheek.
âAemond-â you sighed, but he interrupted you.
âWhat is that?â
His sharp tone made you bite the inside of your cheek so you did not roll your eyes at him. âAloe. It could alleviate the irritation if you let me put it on the scar.â
Aemond had the audacity to tut at the words that came out of your mouth, but he complied and turned his head to the side. The small victory that filled your chest was shortly replaced by the need to be wary, for you had to take off his eye-patch.
There had yet to occur an occasion when heâd taken off the leather that covered his eye, and you did not know if your curiosity was strong enough to invade his privacy in such a manner.
But you reasoned it was him that asked your help, despite the truism that he did not crave for the touch that came with it. So, you took an internal deep breath and brought your hand behind his head to grab the strand of the patch and take it off.
He did not move, he seemed to be frozen with the cold of beyond the Wall. You thought his breathing had ceased, but when you saw the twitch of his jaw- which he was shutting so tightly his teeth might have snapped- you released a breath.
He was beautiful, and you had known so for a very long time, but nothing would have prepared you for the sight in front of you: the blue sapphire was bigger than you expected, and it caught the light of the few remaining candles right away, casting an eerie and soft light to his features. If anything, it made him more delightful to the eye, in a frightening way.
You told yourself to stop looking, or he would have definitely left. So you unscrewed the lid of the jar and took some of the gel onto two of your fingers before bringing it to his cheek.
His skin was scorching hot, so much so that you felt it even through the cold substance you were applying to the scar. His violet eye was fixed on the stone wall, not moving and inch, but you saw and felt the tension in his entire body, and you couldnât help but wonder if it was your presence that caused such a reaction or the fact that you were touching his scarred cheek in a manner you had never seen anyone do, not even his mother.
You straightened up and screwed the lid back on the jar, turning swiftly around and walking back towards the marigolds. You closed your eyes shut and took a deep breath- that may have been the hardest thing youâve ever done, on the same level of claiming your dragon.
He watched you, more insistently than heâd wished to as you strained the marigolds from the boiling water. The fresh sensation the aloe left on his cheek reminded him of your fingers, and that made him need to sink his nails into his palm. Suddenly, he felt the room was not airy enough, and he got up swiftly to walk to one of the tall and narrow windows. Taking a deep breath with his eye closed, he asked with words that came out more curt and strained than heâd intended: âWhat is it you are making now?â
âThe poultice I was talking about.â you said quickly, your voice slightly higher than usual. It made Aemond wonder if he was what had your voice raise in such a way, if that was the effect he had on you, because the effects you had on him was making him bleed from his left palm.
Aemond nodded stiffly, letting out a deep breath and feeling the fresh air of the morning hitting the still not absorbed aloe on his scar. âAnd how often should I apply it?â he asked, hoping you would not notice the fact he was trying not to breathe the flowery scent anymore, because your skin definitely smelt the same way now, and he seemed unable to drift his mind to any other thought.
âAs many times you feel you are in need of it.â you answered, putting the marigolds into a mortar, the action leaving a slight yellow tint on the tip of your fingers.
Why was he looking at you? When had he turned around and let his eye wander to your face? He cursed himself internally, for the only candle that was still burning- the one set on the counter where you were working- was casting a warm light across your features, making them even softer, prettier than they needed to be.
He wanted to put that fucking candle off- that was the reason why he approached, of course. âHow will I know when itâs working?â he asked, uttering the most superficial and mindless question he could muster. But he forgot about it when he noticed your fingers stilling momentarily at his nearness, and when they started smashing the marigolds again, your movements were not as precise any longer, but more erratic.
You answered the obvious, âIf your scar does not pain you as muchâŠâ but the softness of your voice almost made Aemond grin. He restrained himself, however, as he halted his steps and stood right behind you.
You felt the heat of his body seeping into you, and you felt foolish for the feeling your mind mastered up, because he was not touching you. âSo,â he said, the leather covering his arms cracking when he crossed them in front of his broad chest, âcan I come to you each time I feel pain, wife?â His tone was challenging, mocking even, but you heard the slightest bit of hope for you to accept that involuntarily slipped out of his mouth. "What if it's in the middle of the night?" he continued, stepping closer still, making his forearm brush against the middle of your back. "Will you rise from your bed and tend to your husband?"
You sighed and turned around so you were facing him. He was closer than expected, but you tried not to let the things his nearness provoked from showing on your face, despite the breath that caught in your throat. âIf you so need it, husband, I will.â
You clearly saw his pupil dilate as you turned and looked up at him, making the purple of his iris almost disappear completely as it got swallowed by the purest black. The sapphire did not have any available source of light to catch, but Aemond was handsome nonetheless. You were completely aware of the blush on your fair skin, showing bluntly to his hungry gaze, but you told yourself that he was most obviously also affected by the closeness of your bodies.
âGood,â he said, almost spat. But then his hand raised and tucked a strand of hair that was left out of your tresses behind your ear. His hand lingered purposely, letting you feel the scorching heat of his fingertips as he trailed them down to your jaw. âI would hate to suffer needlessly.â You saw his eye drop to your lips.
The only occasion in which your lips had met had been the wedding ceremony, and the contact had been brief, chaste. The sudden memory made you wonder what he would taste like. You were aware that he drank green tea most morns and every evening, so that was certainly an option.
Aemond's thumb brushed your cheekbone gently, ghostly, tracing a path down to your neck, stopping just short of your mouth. He could feel the rapid beat of your heart pounding against his fingertips. "Perhaps you can apply it yourself tonight...wife." He whispered, his breath burning pleasantly against the soft skin of your cheek.
The words you spoke next made you doubt all the hatred you had felt all these years towards the man that was now in front of you, asking you to service him and making the undergarments covering your most intimate part wet. âIf you wish me to.â
He stepped back, releasing you from his hold, but the heat between you remained palpable. âYes,â he replied, his voice husky with barely contained desire. "I think I'll enjoy that."
Despite the need you now felt for his touch, you were extremely grateful when his hand fell from your face and he walked out of the maesterâs laboratory, leaving you with the poultice you were making for him.
You had never felt like this, what was getting to you? Pleasing a man in such a way? Yield to his desires without hesitation? And he was not any man: he was the one who had married you against your will and fucked you from behind before leaving you alone for interminable days. And he was now deciding you worth of his attention?
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, and opened them again as you released it. You took the mortar back into your hands and continued on with the poultice, forcing yourself to forget who it was for.
Aemond arrived at your shared chambers with fast steps and faster breath. He needed to get a grip of whatever it was he was feeling and stop acting as if he actually desired you. It was an ignoble thought, the one heâd had back in the maesterâs laboratory with you. Fucking without the sole intent of procreation was a sin, and he would not inflict such a stain upon himself for someone he had not cared to know for the two decades of his life.
Still, he poured two goblets of Dornish Red and did not touch his until you came back with the poultice in hand.
His eye fixed on you until you stood in front of him, and then he gave you one of the goblets. âThank you.â you replied as you took it, brushing your fingers against his in the motion. His skin was still hot, but not as much as before. Your eyes stayed in his as you both drank the fresh liquid quickly.
Then, letting out a breath, you unscrewed the lid containing the marigold poultice and took some on your index and middle finger, bending over towards him. He tilted his head to the side, leaving you the space you needed right before your fingers came in contact with his cheek.
His nails dug once again into his palm at your nearness, and also because he had been right: you now smelled of flowers, and he loathed how perfectly it suited you.
Even as his nails stabbing his skin did something to distract him from your perfume, his thoughts were far from calm. He couldn't ignore the way his pulse quickened whenever you touched him, or the way his cock stirred in his breeches at the mere sound of your breath, which was also not the one of a tranquil individual.
âI am done.â you said with haste, straightening up and screwing the lid back on the jar and leaving it on the table, near his goblet. His eye moved to you, taking in your flustered expression and the pink colouring of your cheeks.
Silence stretched between you two as he sat on the chair and looked up to you as you stood in front of him. You did not know whether you wished to run away from him or sit on his lap and grind yourself on him until you shivered with pleasure.
He answered the question for you when he said, âYou may leave now.â
You did stand there for a moment after those words exited his mouth, looking at him as his hand fished the eyepatch from his pocket and put it back to cover his sapphire eye. You pressed your lips together with strength to remind yourself what was happening, and you turned and left.
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What had been tormenting Aemond Targaryen the most, was that he was reminded of you each time he applied the poultice to his scar. He had tried to stop, but it had become almost a drug, both because it made him stop wanting to cut his face and because he smelled you each time. It made it way easier to fuck his hand thinking of you.
A month had passed since the time heâd last spoken to you, and the contents of the jar you had given him were completely gone. It was a perfect lubricant, and it also did something for his scar, which could have been a double win for you, if heâd told you.
It was the perfect occasion to seek you out again without seeming to have interest. He had used every remaining bit so as to show you he had waited as much as possible before coming to ask for help.
He squeezed the glass in his hand as he knocked at the doors of your private chambers, and when your sweet and calm voice told him to come in, he pushed them open. You were sitting in front of your vanity looking glass, braiding your hair simply as you prepared for going to sleep.
âWife,â he greeted you, relishing in your surprised gaze that met his in the reflection of the glass. He showed you the empty jar, âI find myself in need of your services once again.â
Your brows furrowed, and he was aware that the amount of time in which the poultice had finished must have seemed incredibly short in relation to the quantity of the product. Fortunately, you stood from your chair and relaxed your eyebrows again, approaching him and taking the jar from his hand. His hands were scorching hot once again.
âDo you wish to wait for me here while I make it?â you asked, purposefully ignoring the way his eye was burning holes into your scalp, seeking for visual contact.
âI will come with you.â
As you walked, Aemondâs eye remained fixed on the tantalising way the skirt of your gown moved, and Gods forbid the thoughts that surged into his mind while you climbed the stairs before him.
It could be easy for him to bring you into his bed and satisfy his desire, but he had a completely developed need to strain himself until he could not take it any longer. It made whatever it took far sweeter, and you would have been the most palatable thing he will sink his teeth into. Because he will sink them.
Once you reached the maesterâs laboratory again, Aemond sat down on a wooden chair, crossing his ankle over his leg and looking at you while you worked. You did not glance once at him, and you were proud of that as you boiled the marigolds into the water again. That was until he spoke.
âDo you have a lover, Princess?â
That made you turn sharply around, almost touching the pot. You blocked your hand against your stomach, âI beg your pardon?â
"I merely asked if there was another man who had the privilege of warming your bed on these cold nights." His tone remained even, but there was a tightness to it that he couldn't quite mask.â he cleared himself, before standing from the chair and walking towards you with his usual slow and measured steps. âThere is nothing wrong with the notion.â
Your mouth fell open at his words, and you werenât able to answer his question but with a small shake of your head. The notion made you feel slightly out of place. You had always thought Aemond had other women, but the question he asked almost assured you he did, and it made you feel betrayed in some way, because you did not have anyone else. Or, well, anyone at all, because you did not have Aemond.
âHmm.â was his answer, before his eye moved from you to the pot behind you, âI believe the marigolds are ready.â
You cleared your throat and turned back around to continue with your poultice, draining the flowers and moving them to the mortar to smash them. The scent filled the room again, and you closed your eyes, repeating the motion mechanically and hoping heâd turn away and go sit back on that fucking chair.
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Three weeks later, Aemond Targaryen was once again at your door, demanding more of that poultice. You wanted to ask him how in the Seven Hells had he been able to finish such an amount of product in twenty one days, but you contained yourself and sighed, walking out of your room and towards the maesterâs laboratory without a word, knowing he would follow.
Your strides were faster, and you held your skirt up so as not to trip on the fabric. You wanted to get this done as quickly as possible, so you ripped the stem off the marigold petals as the water boiled, throwing them into the pot before leaning against the countertop.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, knowing Aemond was watching you intently. Fortunately, your hair was down that day, and it covered your face completely.
It was when a soft breath hit your bare arm that you opened them again, and, tilting your head, silver strands came into view before a black leather eyepatch.
âYou smell just like them.â
You tucked your hair behind your ear, so as to be able to look at his face without obstacles. âIs it a bad thing?â you asked in a small voice, and despite wanting not to care about his thoughts for he most certainly did not know you, you cared about his answer.
"No," Aemond replied softly, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment. His hand twitched ever so slightly, as if he wanted to reach out and brush a loose strand of hair away from your face. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back, maintaining his usual poised demeanour. He had learned long ago to hide his true desires beneath layers of stoic indifference. "Quite the contrary," he added, his voice low and husky. "It's... comforting."
You pressed your lips together and turned your head back towards the marigolds- it was time to drain them, not time to blush for the childish words that came out of the mouth of Aemond Targaryen.
Still, how did he do that? How could he always make you feel so small and incompetent with a mere stare. As you transferred the flowers into the mortar and began to smash them, you started thinking of any way, any question that could make him as uncomfortable as heâd made you.
âDo you have a lover?â
You saw him straightening up after the words left your mouth, and you realised you had hit the spot. His hands joined in front of his lap, and he stared down at you as you continued to smash the marigolds- your position made him seem even taller than he already was. âThat is hardly any of your concern, wife.â he answered coolly, turning his gaze back to the crushed flowers.
Your movements halted, and you looked up at him, an unbelieving smile on your lips, âWhy are you free to ask such questions, yet when I do so you are not willing to answer?â
His eye betrayed nothing of what he felt, except for the distaste he seemed to reserve to you when you talked to him. âYou chose to answer, however pathetically.â
The smile, false as it was, faded from your lips. You preferred the version of him that asked you uncomfortable questions and stared at your every move, no doubt. This version made you want to slap him across the face.
And thatâs exactly why you did it. He did not move much at the impact- he almost did not move at all- but you hoped it stung as much as it did in your hand. âThen ask a fucking maester for this daft poultice and leave me be.â you spat, grabbing your skirts and walking out of the chambers.
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You had never loathed and yearned someone in such a way.
The mere sight of his walk, so rhythmic and precise, made the hairs on your arm stick up, and the sound of his steps had your ears inevitably tense up, and they made you hope that he was walking to come to you, to make you go mental again. But he never did.
Even if you heard his steps outside your chambers at night, stilling in front of the door, even if he stared at you across the table during dinner, even if you found him occupying spaces he never used to be in, he did not speak a word to you. It made you incredibly frustrated, and the desire to slap his face again made itself palpable.
It was another full moon, however, and, having lost the last one for Aemond Targaryen, you decided you were not going to cower again. You made your way to your shared chambers despite you wished not to stand in the same room as him and pushed the doors open after taking a deep breath.
You found him there, but you were not going to give him the satisfaction of having a reaction to his presence. âHusband.â you greeted him with a curt nod, your eyes not truly meeting his as you walked to the window. You lent your hands against the window ledge and looked at the source of pale light coming from the night sky.
When he did not greet you, you felt a sense of pride, for that made him a childish man, a pathetic one. Although the urge to speak to him, to ask him if the poultice the maester made was working, to ask him if he could not sleep, was strong, stronger was the need to hate him. So you bit your tongue and stared out the window.
He crossed the room slowly, his boots echoing against the stone floor, making the hair on your neck stand up. However, you did not turn around. "I see you've finally decided to grace me with your presence." He spoke, his voice dripping with disdain. "Mind telling me what's so bloody important about that window?" his sharp voice cut through what could have been a pleasant ten minutes.
âTonight is a full moon.â you answered, not taking your eyes away from the sky, although you swallowed heavily. âAnd I was not trying to avoid you, merely going about my day.â
He let out a dry, mirthless laugh. "So, you're here because of the moon, not for me?" His tone was laced with bitterness. Aemond stepped closer, standing just behind you, his warm breath brushing against your neck.
He placed his hand on the window ledge next to yours, his fingers so near yours you could feel the heat emanating from them. You took your hand away, crossing your arms in front of your chest. âBold of you to imply that I am here for you.â you said, feeling both repulsion and a strong arousal at his nearness.
âI imply nothing.â Aemond replied curtly, but his next words dripped with challenge: âThese are the chambers in which we are supposed to share a bed. If you are not here for me, I do not see why you should be here at all.â
You turned to face him slowly after his words, your eyes going from his chest covered in dark green fabric to his face. âI will leave, then.â you announced.
Before you could do any move- which you were not going to, for those words were only spoken to make him react- his hand came up and grabbed your wrist. His hold was strong, but it did not aim to hurt. "No," he growled. "We are wed. You will stay." A flash of anger ignited in his good eye as he held your gaze. "If you're so determined to ignore me during the day, fine. But nights are mine." The words were spoken with a low, menacing undertone that left little room for argument. He didn't release his hold on your arm, waiting for your reaction.
But you did not give him the satisfaction, for you turned back around and faced the window, not uttering a word back to him. His grip tightened momentarily, making you feel how boiling his skin was, before he released you.
You heard the sound of his boots, and you turned around despite yourself, thinking for a moment that he was going to walk away. But he filled two goblets with red wine and brought one back to you.
âAm I to consider this a symbol of truce? Or the apology you cannot utter?â you asked him, taking the cold metal in your hand and bringing it up to have a sip.
âConsider it what you will.â he said, his tone still harsh as he did the same thing, but his eye moved to your lips, watching as the liquid slightly tinted the inner skin of your lips of a dark red.
You sighed and turned back around, keeping the goblet near your chest as you looked at the night sky with way less interest than you had when you had come in. You heard him putting the goblet on the windowsill, before he exhaled an intentionally deep breath, hitting your skin and making goosebumps rise.
He looked at the moon too, for some moments, and you wondered what he was thinking about. Then, out of the blue, he took a step forward, making his chest touch your back, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing his palm flat on your stomach. âI did not realise the moon was so much more captivating than I, Princess.â he murmured in your ear, standing so close your perfume filled his nostrils.
âI will continue to pretend it is.â you answered after hoping your voice would not come out broken.
You heard the brief chuckle he let out against your neck as he leaned in closer. âIs all this because I did not answer your question the past moon? Or for the words I spoke?â he asked, his hand moving left until it rested on your hip, âI will admit it might have been a slight overreaction.â
You let out a scoff at his words, taking a big swig of wine to try and forget about his hand on you. âAt least you acknowledge it.â
When his hand moved to your arse, squeezing it softly with his warm hand, you thought yourself about to drop the goblet. You were glad when he took it from you with his free hand, that touched yours extremely more than necessary, and finished the few remaining drops before settling it down the windowsill beside his. âI also said you smelled of marigolds, did I not? I said I found it comforting.â
âYou did.â you said with what was your remaining voice, before stating more confidence, âYou brought me the wine as an apology.â
âI did.â he blurted out, his hand stilling for a moment before it went back to your hip, as did the other one. âI am sorry.â he confessed then, making you feel far from pathetic after having Aemond Targaryen apologise with no hint of sarcasm in his voice.
But when he squeezed your hips, brought you back to reality and pressed his erection to your back, he made you suddenly realise what was happening. His breath ghosted on your neck before the tip of his nose brushed your jawline. âDoes my apology satisfy you, wife?â he asked in a husky whisper as his hands roamed your waist.
The warmth of his body seeped into yours and into the fabrics you were wearing. You imagined he felt the same fires stocking his insides when he breathed out as if oxygen was just given back to him. He brought you closer still, massaging his cock with the curve of your arse, as if the mere contact was enough to fulfill his burning desire.
You leaned over the windowsill and rested on your elbows, arching your back nonchalantly and looking at him from behind your shoulder. âI believe it appropriate.â
At your actions, his mouth fell agape, and he looked down at your arse, pressed against his lap in such a tantalising manner he seemed about to rip the fabric off in one tug, letting this game you played cease. His hand moved to caress your back, and it returned to your hip when his eye found yours once again.
He pressed himself harder into you, as if to be sure you felt the extent of his hardness, the full lenght of his desire. âDo you wish for me to show you just how sincere my apology can be?â
You bit your lip, looking at his strong hand covering your hip and wrinkling the soft fabric of your nightgown, and nodded.
Aemond let out a deep breath at your consent, and he bent over you slowly, eyes closed, as he massaged your hips roughly. âShall we move to our bed, then?â he asked, using the possessive adjective purposefully.
It made you grin, and you straightened up as he did the same, before facing him. With a hand on the side of his neck, your nails grazing the contour of his jaw, you led him to the bed, before pushing him to sit on the softness.
You reached behind your back, and undid the bow that kept your nightgown tight. He spoke when your hands moved to the button at the back of the collar, âCan I be of any-â
âNo.â you interrupted him, looking at how his violet eye darkened at your firm answer. You let the light fabric glide down your shoulders before you bared your chest to his view, and then your stomach, and your legs.
You took a step forward, completely naked before him. He breathed out again, raising a hand and placing it on your hip, almost testing if you were really not just a product of his fantasies. âDevine.â he said in a whisper, genuine and unfiltered, as he ate you with his eye as much as he could, taking in everything possible in the dim light of the full moon.
Your hand found his shoulder once again as you climbed on top of him, the softness of your thighs against his sides. Your hair concealed both your faces from whatever else was in the room, and you took off his eyepatch right before it fell discarded on the stone floor.
It was obvious the slight discomfort he felt, but he did not let it linger, for his tapered fingers trailed down your waist to your thigh and felt every dip and curve in its way. âMay I touch you?â he asked, the purple in his iris completely replaced by the black of his pupil as he stared up at you, his thumb tracing the edge of your pussy.
One of your hands left his shoulder to find his between your thighs, and you guided two of his fingers to your entrance, letting out a breath as he began exploring your wet folds.
Aemondâs mouth parted at the feeling of your slick cunt, testament of your desire for him, and slowly pushed inside, relishing in the tightness around his fingers. He started moving slowly, curling his fingers before sliding out of you completely and filling you up once again.
You started to grind your hips against his hand, coating his milky skin with your arousal as you threw your head back and moaned. The sound made the grip of his hand on your hip tightened so much you were sure it would have left a bruise, but you did not stop him.
Your nails scratched at the base of his neck, giving him the signal to pick up speed. His fingers moved faster, making you cry out as he leaned forward and started tasting the skin of your neck like a man starved, nipping and kissing, licking and biting.
Another moan escaped your mouth, and his fingers went even faster, fucking your tight cunt until, added to the sound of your moans and his rugged breathing, there also was that of the wetness inside of you.
Heat flushed through Aemond as you moaned on top of him, the sound alone enough to make his cock swell with anticipation. He was mesmerized by the way you responded to his touch, each gasp, each little movement driving him madder with desire. He thought he might just release himself simply from watching you ride his hand, but he fought it back. He wanted more, so much more, and he wouldn't let his own pleasure interrupt this moment. The feel of your cunt clenching around his digits, your body writhing with ecstasy, was worth far more than the temporary relief of orgasm.
In a swift move, he picked you up and stood upright, keeping his fingers inside your cunt even as he laid you on the bed. He moved on top, one of his legs between yours, and he slipped his fingers out of you.
At the missing contact you whined, bringing him closer with a hand on the side of his neck. He let out a satisfied smile and leaned into your ear, âPatience.â
His lips found yours hungrily, then, making you taste the wine you had just consumed and the fire that burned on his tongue, while his hand still cupped your sex possessively. You moaned against his hot mouth, rolling your hips to tell him you wanted more.
He grinned and broke the kiss, and before you knew, his hands were gripping your thighs, sinking into the soft skin, and his mouth hovered over your dripping pussy.
You wanted to ask him what he intended to do, but it became quite clear when he replaced his fingers with his tongue, savouring every last drop of your juices, ready to bring you to the brink of pleasure.
You moaned loudly, finding his hair right away and pulling the silver and silky locks to urge him closer to your dripping heart. Your feet lied on his back as you closed your eyes, a sensation immensely stronger than the one you felt alone started to be felt in your lower stomach.
Aemond's breath was ragged, his lust evident in every touch, every kiss, every stroke of his tongue against your sensitive flesh. As he teased your clit, his one good eye focused intently on your face, drinking in the sight of your pleasure.
Your taste was intoxicating, your cries music to his ears. He craved this, this raw display of passion and trust, and he intended to make the most of it. He slid his tongue inside of you, thrusting in and out before returning to your clit and replacing it with his fingers, relishing the way your muscles contracted around them.
He felt your body tense, your breathing quicken, and he knew you were close. He increased his efforts, determined to make you scream his name- or whatever title you chose to give him in that moment- to the heavens.
You came undone, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Aemond continued to lick and suckle at your clit until the last tremor subsided, only then crawling up your body to claim your mouth in a possessive kiss, sharing your taste with you.
Your vision returned when his lips collided with yours, finding entrance to your mouth right away and caressing your tongue with his. You moaned into his mouth, willing your legs to stop shaking after your orgasm.
He broke the kiss, and brought his hand to his lips, tasting you on the fingers heâd used to bring you the best pleasure you had ever felt. He looked down at you as he did so, shifting position so as to remind you of his hard cock pressing against your thigh.
âStrip.â you breathed out in what sounded much like a plea to your ears, but the frantic motions in which he did what you said made you understand how desperate he was to stretch you out.
He quickly revealed his toned and flawless chest to your eyes, before taking off his trousers with equal haste. Stepping out of them, he locked his eye with yours as he slid off his breacheas. He took his hard cock in his hand, pumping it slowly as he positioned himself on the bed once again, the pressure of him on his knees making the mattress sink.
Precum leaked from his head, and you remembered how it felt to have his seed inside of you after your wedding night. He gripped your knee, spreading your legs apart guiding his cock over your still trembling pussy.
His breathing was extremely laboured as he looked down, âI do not have a lover.â
The confession made your eyes shoot up to his, wide and attentive for what he was about to say, but no other words of the matter came out of his mouth. âYou⊠You do not?â you breathed out, needy for another reassurance.
His eye went to you, and he shook his head. Then he licked his lips and leaned down to your ear. He left a ghost of a kiss on your cheekbone, making the skin tingle, before moving to your ear. âNo, sweet wife⊠But, if you must know, I have fucked my hand countless of times thinking of this perfect cunt of yours⊠And of your smell, most of all.â he whispered huskily, his hand coming to rest on your hip, squeezing the flesh.
He left you wordless and with ragged breathing as he straightened up. His hand found his hard shaft again, and he slapped it against your pussy, coating your clit with his precum and making you squirm for the touch on the still sensitive part.
He watched your reaction with dark intensity, a hint of satisfaction flashing across his features at your responsiveness. His thumb stroked the bundle of nerves lazily, even if completely aware, while his cock teased your entrance. He knew you were ready, yet he took his time, prolonging the torture for both of you. "Do you want me?" He asked, his voice low and gravelly.
âYes!â you almost yelled, making his lips curve into a predatory smirk. With a triumphant grin, Aemond positioned himself at your entrance, feeling the wetness and warmth that awaited him. His hand left your hip, gripping your breast instead, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing you even further.
When his hand moved back to your hip, but he made no sign of moving, you rolled your eyes, âAem-â but you could not finish saying his name that he thrust into you with a ferocity that was just short of violent, and a groan escaped him at the sensation.
Despite the loss of gentleness that he offered to you as he took you for the second time, you could not deny that was exactly how you wanted him to fuck you. Your moan reverberated loudly through the walls of your shared chambers as he pounded into you with a ferocity that made your walls clamp down on his length.
His hips snapped forward with unrelenting force, burying his length deep within you, eliciting another loud moan. The sight of you writhing beneath him was enough to make him lose control, but he fought to keep himself in check.
He savoured the feel of your body tightening around him, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, and the soft whimpers that fell from your lips. Aemond couldn't help the thought crossing his mind: she was his now. His to claim whenever he wanted, his to protect, and his to pleasure. It filled him with an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction that bordered on possessiveness. "Fuck," he growled, the sight of his cock disappearing into your depths driving him closer to the edge.
He pulled out abruptly, causing you to gasp in surprise and protest. He hooked both hands under your knees and spread you out to him. âWas I blind to wait this long to take you again?â he asked almost to himself as he drank the sight of you, glistening and trembling for his attention.
With one swift movement, he entered you again, making you feel another orgasm approach. You sunk your head on the pillows, your mouth opened as he started thrusting again, moans of pure bliss and satisfaction coming out of his mouth.
One of his hands moved to find your soft thigh, âI want you to look, wife.â he said almost pleadingly. âI want you to look as I claim you again, as my seed fills your beautiful cunt.â
You bit your lip hard but looked down at his cock as he moved fast, making you take it inside, which you did greedily. It all made your walls tighten around his length even more than before, making him grunt out a moan.
âGods,â he whispered gravelly, furrowing his brows in pleasure but still maintaining his gaze on where your bodies joined, âItâs so fucking perfect.â
He slammed into you even harder then, but his erratic thrusts made you understand he was about to finish. âFuckâŠâ he grunted again, and he leaned over your leg, bending it and letting his cock deeper inside you.
Your hand found his neck, bringing him closer while applying pressure to it as your cunt spasmed around him. You closed your eyes shut in pleasure, but the iron grip on your thigh reminded you to look as he had ordered.
So you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, feeling your throat going raw at the contained screams of pleasure while you came around him. Your grip on his throat loosened drastically, for your strength was now completely drained out of you, but then he buried himself inside your cunt to the hilt, sliding out to do it again, all accompanied by his moans into your ear as he emptied himself inside of you.
You saw the arm that he was holding upon to give up, and, spent, he lay on top of your chest, his skin glistening in the candlelight due to the sheer layer of sweat on it.
Your hand found his hair, pushing the silver strand away from his face. He sighed heavily in a weak attempt to regain his breath, and rested a hand on your ribcage, letting his thumb trace circles on the skin. âWe will continue once we have rested a moment.â he announced, making you breathe out a laugh and raise your eyebrows.
âAemond,â you said with a lingering smile, your free hand finding his back and tracing the same circles he was on you. âIt has yet to pass a minute.â
âI am fully aware,â he replied, moving to rest his chin on your sternum so he could look up at you. âWe have been married for five moons now, and this is the second time I have you⊠I need more.â he said, his eye serious as he bent to leave a kiss on your skin.
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PHAINON Û« êŁà§ woe of a hero
"we were just about to leave marmoreal market when the big bad guys blocked our path. they were everywhere!", the boy recounted his story with so much vigor. thankfully, your young patient didn't move too much for you to attend to his sprained ankle.
under your makeshift medical tent, the wounded were resting as they waited for the heirs to provide their needed assistance managing the damage left by nikador's titankins. a lot of building and materialistic goods were affected, but so far, you've only observed minor injuries.
"but then mr. chartonus came and helped us! i wanted to go back but now that my ankle is sprained..".
"chartonus is in a good state, you have nothing to fear", phainon suddenly appeared behind you, and the boy's eyes widened with delight.
"lord phainon!".
you kept your composure but truth be told, you're as delighted as he was, if not more. you've been waiting all day for your lover to stop by with no avail. part of you were happy that perhaps he's not in any urgent need for your care. another part of you were worried sick if something had happened to him.
the boy and his mother excused themselves right after you completed your treatment to find their savior to thank him. now that you had your attention undivided on phainon, you moved to inspect him. but before you get to do anything, phainon grabbed your face by the chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
"i wanted to come by sooner. but the market was in a bad shape and i can't just turn a blind eye. tribbie told me you're unharm, but still, i apologise for making you wait".
your legs felt weak. if it wasn't for his strong arms wrapped around your body, you would have fallen. but you managed to shake your head, "i'm glad you're alright".
when you caught what you just said, your attention was pulled back to his state, "did you sustain any injury?". the hero chuckled. he loved how attentive you were to your responsibility even though you could've just bask in each others' presence and forget about the world for a moment.
"i received a few, although nothing too serious. i've patched them up, but it'd be great if you could have a look at the ones on my back. i can't quite reach them by myself". you nodded and rushed to gather a fresh supply of medical equipments. when you returned, your lover was halfway stripping the top part of his clothes, making you jump.
he tilted his head with an unspoken question, and you mentally kicked yourself to recenter your focus on the task at hand.
as you fell into the rhythm of your work, you noticed how phainon had been uncharacteristically quiet. you decided to give him a moment. after all, the holy city that ought to be the safest haven just received a heavy attack. he must be shaken to an extent.
your worry resurfaced when his silence persisted even after you finished. he didn't even notice you've moved yourself to stand in front of him.
gently, you cupped his face in your palms, caressing his skin, careful not to startled him.
"o-oh, hey".
"hey yourself. is everything alright?".
he forced a smile, trying to reassure you that it wasn't concerning enough for you to worry about, but knowing you, you'd probably see pass his deception. he looked away, sighing, "just a few things on my mind".
he stopped himself there, and you took it as a sign that he's not ready to open his worry up to you, yet. it's something you've grown to respect. you couldn't begin to imagine the burden he carries as the prophesised saviour of the world. the least you could do was comfort him, even if just a little bit.
you closed the gaps between the two of you, embracing him close to your heart. "you can confine in me when you're ready. i'll always be here".
he was unresponsive for a moment, letting your words sink in. then, he wrapped his arms around your body. the tightness didn't hurt in any manner, but it's apparent how desperate he was, as if trying not to drown in his own dark thoughts with you as his anchor.
there were a thousand things he could say in reply. he could even began to sing an ode to your love or recite a romantic poem or two (you know by experience he would), but he simply said, "thank you", pressing his face deeper into your embrace. you could feel his lips stretching to form a smile, a peaceful one this time.
your slowly swayed with him still in your hold. relief filled your system to the sound of his laughter which made you smile yourself.
"do you know how much i love you?"
"do enlighten me, if you'd be so kind", you leaned down to meet his lips halfway. this time, he took his time to savour it with only you in his mind.
"i wish i could just stay here", he exhaled. "do you think aglaea will be mad if i'm not out there playing hero?".
"oh i think she'll lose her mind". to that, the both of you shared a laughter.
he excused himself when an elderly women seek your medical assistance, but not before he promised to stop by again later. you watched his wide back, the hero so strong-bodied, yet his heart was so tender. silently, you sent him a prayer for a safe return.
âż AUTHOR'S NOTE âż
boy oh boy, this man sure YAPS. anywho, i only managed to watch bits and pieces of the playthrough as of now so please forgive me for any canon details that i missed. i also would like to note that i do not think our beloved snowy is tired of being a hero, just a little overwhelmed at times, so please don't take this too seriously
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teatime - December 22nd - Black brothers, mentions of jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 417
Regulus had always had trouble using his voice.
Perhaps it was because Sirius was always louder. He practically insisted on being heard, so Regulus just...allowed it. Why bother, really? Plus, if Sirius wanted to be the one always getting into trouble, who was Regulus to stop him?
Or...perhaps it was because he had more of a sense of self-preservation. He knew, mostly from watching Sirius, what the consequences were for speaking up. He'd have to be stupid to say something. It was smart, to keep quiet, right?
But as he grew older and stopped listening to his parents' skewed view of things, he realized that Sirius's wasn't loud just to be loud. Sirius was loud because he chose to be. Both because he couldn't stand the oppressive environment of their family home and because he was protecting Regulus.
And still, Regulus stayed quiet. And he hated himself for it. It made him feel sick, knowing he was turning a blind eye to the way his parents acted. Knowing that he acted like he supported it, sometimes.
Until one day, he'd had enough.
They were at teatime, and as usual, Sirius was being berated for being a disappointment. But beratement was turning to yelling and anger, and wands were being drawn. And usually, at this point, Regulus would have excused himself. But he thought of who he wanted to be. Both for Sirius, and for another boy, far away, sharing a much more pleasant meal with his own family.
"...a plague on this family!" Orion was screaming, want pointed at Sirius's heart as the sixteen-year-old laughed quietly. "We ought to make you feel the pain you've caused us!"
"Go ahead, Father! Won't change who I am! Or do you think you can curse the good out of me?" Sirius retorted snidely, eyes wild.
But as Orion raised his wand and opened his mouth, Regulus blurted out, "I'm dating James Potter!"
And suddenly, things were so quiet, you could have heard a pin drop.
Walburga spoke first, slowly turning to her younger son. "Regulus, don't joke about such things," she said dismissively.
"I'm not joking," he said, his entire body shaking. He caught Sirius's eye, and the other boy sent him a shocked-but-proud expression. He tilted his head up defiantly and said, "Will you curse me too, then, Mother?"
And, an hour later, as he and Sirius showed up at the door of the Potter Manor with a small bag, disowned and parent-less, he'd never felt better about himself.
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Dreams | Arthur Morgan/Reader
Word Count : 1.1k Summary : Arthur starts having dreams of starting a family with you Warnings/tags : Cursing, fluff, mention of infidelity, just Arthur being a sweet guy <3
He knows he shouldnât feel like this. Shouldnât be having these thoughts, because all they are just dreams. Theyâre never going to become a reality. Not when theyâre constantly on the move, running from place to place. He sees the way it affects Jack, poor kid, not knowing what the hell is going on. And his daddy doesnât exactly help him understand.Â
He canât even say he would be a better father, he wasnât before.Â
Hell you two ainât even married yet, and heâs not that much of a fool. Not anymore. His regret for not marrying Eliza weighs heavily on him most days, even if he didnât love her in that way. Now you on the other hand, he loves you more than anything. More than this stupid gang, more than life itself. He would happily lay down his life if he knew you would be happy, safe.Â
When these thoughts enter his head, he canât say. His days sort of blend together, making it hard to pinpoint. Although seeing you interact with Jack doesnât help.Â
You are so sweet, so motherly, hell you even mother the younger folks in the gang. Soft touches, kind words, but internally strong. You have all the qualities he finds attractive in a woman. Somehow you fell for him just as hard as he fell for you.Â
But he ainât a fool, he knows this ainât the right time or place. So instead he writes down all these dreams in his journal, his safe place. The place where he can say anything without being judged. He dreams of little girls, he didnât know how to interact with Isaac. Too afraid of being his own father. Girls seem less daunting, and a little you would be perfect. He already has one angel, whatâs one more?
He comes up with the name while north of Brandywine Drop. The bright purple flowers caught his eye just off the trail.
Violet.
Violet Beatrice Morgan.
His heart sings, scribbling the name down in the margins of his journal. He finds himself writing VM in his journal, smiling foolishly to himself. Itâs beautiful, his precious flower.Â
Itâs not like you meant to snoop. You were looking for Arthur, since he was nowhere to be found. You entered his tent, which in reality wasnât much of a tent at all, finding his journal open. You walked over to it, looking over the worn page. There were the normal doodles he drew, along with his flowing hand writing. But one thing stood out to you, a pair of initials circled by hearts. VM.
You furrowed your brows, you couldnât think of anyone you knew with the initials VM. Those definitely werenât your initials either.Â
With your curiosity peaked you flipped through a couple more pages. VM was written everywhere, along with those damn little hearts.Â
You felt that little green monster grow inside you the further you looked into his journal. Biting your cheek so hard you could taste blood. It did nothing to quench the fire inside of you.Â
âDarlin?â Arthur called walking into the so-called tent. You dropped the journal back onto the table, turning to face him. âThere you are.â He grinned walking towards you.
âHere I am.â You said forcing a smile.
âHosea said you were looking for me.â He said softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "Anything you need?â
âMust have forgot.â You said with a noncommittal shrug, âI ought to get back to work.â You nod walking past him. Arthur furrowed his brow at your attitude. Did he say something to offend you?
Then his eyes fall onto his open journal. His stomach drops at the sight. Jesus, you saw. You saw all of it. You were probably thinking the worst, seeing the initial surrounded by hearts. How was he gonna fix this?
You stomped off to the edge of camp, trying to wrack your brain as to who this VM could be. And why was Arthur drawing hearts beside the initials? Maybe you had this all wrong, Arthur would never do anything to hurt you. He was a good man, a man you could trust. Wasn't he?
âY/n!â He called trailing behind you, a crestfallen expression on his face. You stopped at the tree lining, biting your lip as you turned to face him. âI can explain.â
âIâm sure you can.â You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
âI-â He sighed looking down, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a low curse.Â
âWho is she?â You asked clenching your jaw. He furrowed his brows looking up at you.
âWhat?â He asked, his hands settling on his hips.
âVM, the girl you keep drawing hearts around. Who is she?â You were blunt, something he loved so much. Always telling it like it is, never leaving him to guess your feelings. A small smile spread on his face, which only made you more mad. âSeriously, you think this is funny?â You hissed, taking a step towards him. Arthur only had one choice, to tell you the truth.Â
âViolet.â He said softly, reaching for you. âViolet Morgan.â You let him wrap his hand around your forearm, pulling you close to his chest.
âWho is Violet Morgan?â You asked, swallowing thickly. He sighed, looking off to the side, wetting his lips.
âSheâs uh-â He shook his head, a nervous smile on his lips. âSheâs not exactly real, not yet at least.â He said.Â
You shook your head, brows knitted together, âNot real? The hell you mean, not real?â
âI-â He rubbed the back of his neck looking down, âItâs uh- shit.â
âSpit it out Morgan.â You huff throwing your arms up.Â
âI thought of a name,â He explained, âA name for a girl if we- if we have one some day.â He said with a shrug, his cheeks flushed, almost as though he had been in a scuffle.Â
Oh.
If we have one some day.Â
âOh Arthur.â You said softly, a smile spreading across your face. Feeling suddenly very foolish for doubting your man. âThat's so sweet.â You took a step forward, tilting his face up to look at you.Â
âYeah?â He asked, looping his fingers in his gun belt.Â
âYeah.â You repeated, nodding. âJesus you had me scared you were gonna tell me you found someone else.â You chuckled, shaking your head.
âNever. There ainât no one else in this goddamn world that could replace you.â He said his hand reached up to cup your face. âYouâre uh- youâre it for me darlin.â His bright blue eyes peered into yours, love and affection pouring out in his expression.Â
âWhen we have our girl.â You said brushing away a stray strand of honey brown hair, âViolet will be a perfect name.â He grinned, wrapping a hand around your waist.
âGuess itâs settled then.â He said as he leaned down to press his lips against yours.
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the right to jealousy (draco malfoy x reader)
requested by anon "Hiii if it's not too late I saw you were looking for Harry potter requests!! If you write for Draco please do prompts 1, 31, 36, and 20 where he's jealous but doesn't want to admit it to reader and then just kisses her? If you don't write for Draco just ignore.. thank if you do!"
warning swearing, aggressive verbal argument
o hey i do writing prompts,, those used in this imagine will be in bold
gif cred belongs to @draco-fuckingmalfoy
"where have you been?"
you jumped, not expecting to hear a voice so late at night when entering the slytherin common room. placing a hand on your heart, you looked around with an annoyed expression to see draco malfoy sitting in one of the chairs, not even looking at you.
"why do you care?" you sighed, not forgetting how he had brushed you off earlier that day when you tried to talk to him in potions. draco had been rather crass with you lately; ignoring you in lessons, seemingly fuming every time he caught your eye, and making sneering comments at you when you managed to get him to say something. you were getting fed up with it; a week of sass from the guy you were crushing on had you grumpy in every lesson.
he finally looked up at you from the paper he'd been reading, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "i am a prefect, you know."
you rolled your eyes. "how could i ever forget.." you started to make your way to the girls dormitories when you heard his footsteps approaching behind you.
"i asked where you've been."
you turned around to find him much closer than you'd expected, his jaw clenched and his expression positively livid. if you weren't so mad and confused with him, you would've found his anger achingly attractive. "what do you care, draco? you seem to take no interest in where i am any other hour of the day!"
"i don't care!" he spoke defiantly, but his own fury betrayed him. "i couldn't care less if you were out there with potter or whoever the hell in the middle of the night. but as your prefect, i ought to know!"
you blinked in surprise at the accusation of you being with someone. "what does it matter if i was with someone not, draco? do you just think of me as some common lass who sneaks out to get her-" the realization dawned on you mid sentence, and you watched carefully as draco's jaw clenched, as if he were biting back another shout amidst your working mind. "are you jealous?"
"oh come on, i see the way you've been looking at him," draco accused, dodging your question. "looking at him like everyone else does--like potter owns the castle and everyone in it. like he's some hero to our ranks. and i've seen the way he's been looking at you, too." before you could ask what the could possibly mean, he crossed his arms again and spat, "so was it him that was worth sneaking out for?"
you scoffed at him, shaking your head. "you're mad! you're deluding yourself into thinking i was out with someone because you're looking for something to be upset about!"
"i've said it once and i'll say it again: i don't care."
"everything about you right now screams otherwise," you scoffed again.
"just tell me who you were with and this is all over!" he spat, opening his arms in a frustrated manner. "i am a prefect, y/n, you have to tell me."
"get a new excuse!" you demanded. he just glared at you and you glared right back into his darkened grey eyes. you let your words ring for a moment before you asked again with less ferocity, "draco, are you jealous?"
"you're slow today," he spoke quickly and ferociously, taking your face in his hands and practically crushing your lips to his. despite the quickness and pent up aggression in the kiss, it was desperately satisfying to let go of the argument to throw your arms around his shoulders, letting days worth of tension melt into his mouth.
after a few quick, hot moments, the kisses turned slower and longer as the anger that began the exchange simmered, and all that was left was the passion that underlined everything between the two of you. when you both pulled apart, draco surged forward one last time for a long, hard kiss before he finally opened his eyes. you were slower to open yours as he dragged his hands your arms to slip to your waist, his face still only a mere inch from yours.
"better than whoever you were with?" he asked lowly, giving you a cocky half-smirk despite his hot breaths still hitting your lips.
you rolled your eyes but your former anger didn't resurface. "considering i was just at a private astronomy lesson with professor sinistra, definitely." the admission made him close his eyes for a moment. "yeah, feel a little stupid now?"
"no," he was quick to answer, grey gaze immediately locking with yours again. "now that you're mine.." you raised your eyebrows at him but didn't interrupt, "i have the right to feel whatever the hell kind of jealousy i want."
"so you admit it, then?"
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AITA for trying to bag the new kid at my school? PART 3.
Due to the continued lack of progress, I am back, seeking help from the vagrant scum of this subreddit.
Dear basement dwellers and unwashed perverts: If even I, Tom Riddle, cannot get a date, then there truly is no hope for the rest of you.
Time to freshen up your cleaning charms and âlock inâ.
For those of you whining about how I ought to just âapproach him like a normal personâ- I am not a normal person. I am a God, baptized in the blood of my enemies. Stop giving me meaningless platitudes, and start helping me smell his hair!
His little sycophant has been following him around everywhere, which has only made approaching him harder. Orion calls himself Harryâs âbest friendâ, but everyone knows Harry only hangs out with him because he feels so sorry for him. (Generations of inbreeding made one ugly baby lol!)
Harryâs very charitable like that. All the more reason to indoctrinate him into my cult, but heâs being weirdly stubborn about the whole thing?
âI donât wanna learn dark magic, Tom.â
âI donât believe in blood surpremacy, Tom.â
âStop trying to take me into your murder dungeon, Tom.â
Isnât that ridiculous? Anyone with half a brain would love to be invited into my murder dungeon the esteemed chamber built by my lineage!
Harry is very lucky to have so many muscles, as no one expects much brilliance from him. Still, I know heâs cleverer than he lets on. Just the other day, he noticed me cursing Grace Bell for lingering too long outside of the Quidditch changing rooms.
I was just looking out for him. And clearly I was right to do so, since I caught her creeping around while I was waiting for him to emerge, shirtless and damp, from his post game shower. Imagine the kind of obsessed weirdos heâd have to deal with if I wasnât there to curse them all!
Still, other people would have been totally fooled- but not Harry. He gets me.
Clearly, heâs paying a lot of attention to me, so how can I capitalize on that? I tried spilling a bit of my potion on him in class the other day, so I could remove my shirt sensually and dry the liquid off of him. Only, then he started shouting at me about how I âwasnât going to get away with this like I did with Myrtle.â
See- another example of how well he knows me! (Thatâs a girl I killed near my murder dungeon lol)
As you can see, this is a dire situation. Hurry up and provide me with some useful information before he kisses the incest baby.
Harry is very handsome, and I cannot afford to waste time. I have enclosed a photograph of him so that you wastes of genetic material understand the stakes.
[Harry_Potter_Riddle.Jpeg]
suziehiggins: oh, i get it. that guy is adorable
| OP: Stay away from my man, Susan.
Orion.Black: @harryjamespotterr
| OP: You will rue this day, you incestuous hellspawn.
harryjamespotter: Tom, is this some kind of prank?
| OP: Who is Tom Iâve never heard that name in my life.
| harryjamespotter: you literally posted a picture of yourself in the last updateâŠ
| ed_hardy: Itâs okay, he was just catfishing
| OP: NO I WAS NOT
goonermachine: did you doodle Tom + Harry = Soulmates all over his picture?
| OP: I know you have eyes so I donât see why youâre asking me such a stupid question. Yes
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Ain't no sunshine when she's gone - Sirius Black
"Hey I ought to leave the young thing alone, but ain't no sunshine when she's gone."
warnings: smut, age gap 1.2k wc
Sirius hadn't been the one to make the first move. That was his excuse for all the disapproving glances Remus shot his way. Young, and high enough of authority to encourage Fred and George's antics in a way that was discouraged by the other adults in the house, everyone saw you as a trouble maker seductress who would only cause turmoil in Sirius's life. But despite this, Sirius was a goner the instant you sent him a flirtatious smile, cornering him in the kitchen of his own house.
Being one of the youngest high ranking aurors at the ministry of magic, your name had quickly been brought up in a meeting at the order of the phoenix, the team desperately needing an inside link. Chasing you down wasn't difficult, and nor was recruiting you. You'd shared all the beliefs order members had, and were attending meetings from the very start, providing the others with information that was impressive for an agent in her early 20's.
The first time you'd spoken to Sirius alone, you were inevitably nervous, accidentally hitting your hip against the corner of the table as you went to put your mug in the sink. He had amusedly asked if you were okay, a hand coming up to rest on the small of your back. That made you panic even more, eyes scanning the close proximity between you, and you nodded, scratching the nape of your neck shyly. "I'm Sirius, by the way." You'd shaken the hand he offered, introducing yourself to the man. And apparently, after that interaction you hadn't found him nearly as scary, waiting for meetings to be over so you could speak to the older man, catching up with him about life.
You realised after a while that you always had so much more to say about your day, having come straight to the manor from work, still wearing your heels and uncomfortably tight blouse that always had the top button open, but made you look absolutely incredible. Meanwhile, Sirius will have been at the manor all day, only interacting with people who came in and out of the house, otherwise spending his days alone. He knew he should have turned down your offer. The chance of him getting caught was just too high, but you insisted. "It's not a far walk from here, and your animagus form can disguise you perfectly."
It was the first breath of fresh air Sirius had gotten since he escaped, and he felt himself look at you in admiration the whole way to your apartment. He wondered how you walked in those heels. Marvelled at how you weren't cold in those thin tights and skirt that was just a tad bit too short to wear to work but long enough for you to get away with. When you finally turned the key into the entrance door of your building, letting Sirius into the apartment complex, he was able to see the mischievous smile on your face. He didn't what what overtook him, but he was aimlessly following you up to your apartment, and accepting the glass of wine you offered him.
"To your first adventure as a free man, Sirius Black." His gaze stuck to you, staring as you took a sip from your glass. Time slowed as a drop of wine slipped between your lips and the glass, landing on your crisp white blouse. His jaw went slack when you gasped, fingers immediately flying to unbutton your blouse, revealing your chest to him for a quick second before you were rushing to your kitchen sink and ridding your top from its red stain. Sirius downed his glass of wine before putting it down, taking three long strides to stand by you at the sink. You sighed, spinning around to face him, a wild glint in your eyes when you saw him struggle to keep his eyes levelled with yours. You pulled him closer to you by his sweater, letting him stumble closer to you. Leaning forward, your lips found his in a kiss, which was quickly sped up by Sirius, hands finding your hips to press your body against his. His beard scratched your chin lightly as he deepened the kiss, tongue battling with yours over dominance which he effortlessly won over.
Almost fourteen years without kissing someone does something to a man, you thought, when he had you pressed tightly against your mattress, thrusting into you from the back so harshly that you were sure the bed would break. Your moans serenaded him, encouraging him to quicken his pace until he physically couldn't hold himself back anymore. His orgasm hitting him faster than he would have liked, Sirius laid back on the bed next to you, apologising profusely. "It's been so long." He cried, accepting the kisses you pressed onto his jaw, an arm wrapped around your waist, as though to keep you from leaving him. But with the way you threw a leg over his thighs, pulling your body on top of his, it was clear you weren't done with him yet.
Sirius groped your tits, nipples grazing his chest while you continued to suck hickeys onto his neck, one hand stroking his cock for him to get hard again. When you felt him hardening, you were quick to sink down onto him, bouncing on top of him whilst he cursed, eyes glued to your figure. You put your hands on his chest to support you, caressing his tatted skin while he began regaining his senses, a hand coming up to touch your pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. You moaned, thighs beginning to burn as you resorted to grinding down onto Sirius's cock instead of bouncing. "I got you, sweetheart." He mumbled, bucking his hips up to help roll you over, making your cry out at the sudden pain from his harsh thrust.
Sirius began thrusting into you again with a steady pace, one hand playing with your clit as he leaned over you, catching your lips in another kiss. His chains dangled over your chest, jingling with each thrust Sirius pushed into you, panting into the kiss. He switched to press kisses to your neck instead, his pace slowing when you wrapped your legs around his torso, pushing his cock deeper into you. You whined, pushing your chest up into his as you threw your head back, nails dragging down his back in pleasure. "Please" You muttered, making Sirius press harder against your clit as his thrusts slowed down, not wanting to disappoint you again. He felt your cunt clamp down around his cock as you came, moaning loudly.
Sirius's thrusts slowed, and he pulled out of you, not wanting to overstimulate you. "Shit!" He cried when your hand chased his cock, wrapping around it to jerk him off, making him cum for the second time that night. He slumped against the bed, inhaling your scent mixed with the smell of sex, and shut his eyes for the night. Next time, you're not even going to have to invite him over before he'll be pouncing on you, fingers crossing to not get caught bending you over in the living room at Grimmauld pace.
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