#I want to scream into a pillow but I already limped across the house to tell him to turn I down so ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯

[badolmen]

Aaaaaaaand it’s an election year and I’m trapped in a house with my Republican Parents 🙃

[cecexwrites]

Prompt: A/B/O TW: Kidnapping (I was going to use it for that originally but shhh) A/B/O, forced pregnancy threat, death of a loved one

Her hand grew colder with each passing moment. 

Scarlett knew she needed to get up, to move, to leave the damned house but she couldn't bring herself to let go. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping down onto the floral print duvet her grandmother had owned for as long as Scarlett could remember. Very little in the house had changed over the past seventeen years- eighteen. She realized as the red digital numbers on the old clock next to the bed changed over from 11:59 to 12:00. It was Midnight. She was eighteen. 

She jumped, finally letting go of her grandmother's hand at the sound of the pounding on the door. 

"Scarlett." A man's voice called out from the other side of the door. She peeked her head out of Grandmother's room, he was so loud, it was as if he'd already busted through the door but no- it was still in place. The floral curtains- a different floral pattern from the bedspread, were in place even. She couldn't see him through the little window. 

'BAM BAM BAM' The pounding resumed and that spurred her into action. Scarlett ran across the hall to her room, grabbing her school backpack from the floor, she dumped it upside down, a mess of textbooks and papers falling out. Number two pencils bounced away, rolling under the bed and under my dresser. She shook it twice before deciding it was good enough and grabbed a handful of stuff from the dresser drawers, not even paying attention to what. She zipped the bag, grabbing her old red hoodie from the desk chair, and ran out-

"Fuck." Scarlett cursed, turning and running back. She slid down to the floor, nearly crawling under the bed to try and find it. She patted around, her hand wrapping around something, she pulled it out with a cry of happiness- only to realize it wasn't what she wanted, it was the stupid little plastic vibrator Scarlett had shoplifted from the mall in the next town over on a dare. She threw it out of the way and reached again, this time she grabbed it in seconds. The photo album. The young woman clutched it to her chest and rolled to get up. That was when she heard the unmistakable sound of wood splintering as they finally got the front door open. She ran to the window, forcing it open and Scarlett tried to climb out. 

Hands gripped at her ankles, too-sharp nails digging into her skin. She screamed and kicked out, connecting with a wrist. Someone cursed and that was one less set of hands pulling her back. She tossed the album out the window to properly free up her hands but something heavy came down on the back of her head- everything went black. 

The girl slumped, her body going limp. Cody was nursing his wrist- which she'd stomped. Helena removed her nails from Scarlett's ankle, little marks marring the smooth tan skin. Alaric looked down at the unmoving form of his woman. 

"Take her to the car." He ordered, picking up the backpack she'd dropped in her frenzy to get out of the room. Helena and Cody did just that, carrying her out as if she weighed nothing. "And one of you grab the book she threw out there." He snapped. He walked around the little bedroom, he'd never been in this house before. He hadn't been allowed. It was so- incredibly normal. Above the desk was a corkboard with a class schedule and pictures of her and her grandmother. It seemed rather sparse. He smirked, he could see the little holes where other pictures had once been tacked. He'd done a great job of taking care of her little friends. of making her a social pariah until he was so sure that she was his and only his.

He turned and his eyes zeroed in on a little bit of teal on the floor. He walked over, stooping down to pick it up. It was a small vibrator. The kind they sold outside of sex shops. One could buy them at the mall. He smirked and tucked it into his pocket. 

"I told you, Scarlett." He picked up the pillow from the bed, holding it up and inhaling deeply. "You. Are. Mine."

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Scarlett had no idea how long she had been out. But when she woke up, it wasn't gentle. She gasped awake, fighting out of instinct, to no avail. She was no longer being held by people. No, she was in a basement, or, she supposed, a dungeon. She was chained to the wall, something she'd find more disturbing if she weren't aware of the few ways to subdue a werewolf. 

"Alaric!" She screamed. "Alaric James you dirty rotten son of a bitch, get your flea-bitten ass in here now!" She demanded. There was a chuckle, as he did just that, opening the door and walking in. He closed it behind him, a tray of food in his hands. It wasn't until then that Scarlett realized how hungry she was, her stomach growling. 

"You rang?" He asked, walking over. He put the tray down on the floor near her, pushing it over with his foot. 

It was obviously heated-up frozen food. Something that looked like Salisbury steak. 

"You won't get away with this, Alaric. People will miss me, they're going to come looking for me." She warned. 

"And why would they do that?" He asked. "You're eighteen, you're allowed to run away, especially in times of grief."

Grandmother. The realization hit her like a train, a hole in her chest opening up, threatening to swallow her whole. She forced herself to put that in a box, she could mourn later. Right now, she had to deal with this. 

"They know I wouldn't-"

"Who is they?' He mocked, coming over and squatting down next to her. "Your friends? They hate you. You have no family anymore. And when your neighbors come home to find the letter on your computer and see the missing backpack. They'll know what happened." He smirked. 

"Letter?" 

"Letter, explaining that you just couldn't take the pain. That you've left, you might be back someday but for now, you just need space." He stood upright and grabbed the backpack from the floor-

"They'll see the broken door-"

"Already fixed it. You know you pack terribly." he unzipped it. "Fifteen pairs of underwear, two tank tops, a pair of shorts?" He quirked an eyebrow. "that's it."

"I was in a rush, some asshole was trying to break down my fucking door." Scarlett snapped. "And no one is going to believe that I would just run. That I would- oh god... is she still there just-"

"I left a tip, with the sheriff," Alaric answered the question she couldn't finish. 

"Why are you doing this?" Scarlett asked, her voice small.

"I told you, Little Wolf. You. Are. Mine. You've always been mine and you will always be mine. I couldn't touch you for the past eighteen years but now-"

"You still can't." Scarlett snarled. 

"There's that fire I love so much. But you will give me what I want."

"And what, exactly, is that?"

"Your body." He answered. "Your soul. Your heart may or may not follow I don't know quite frankly I do not fucking care, but sooner, rather than later, you're going to give it to me."

"The hell I will." Scarlett scoffed. 

"You will- because Little Wolf. Today was your eighteenth birthday. And when a wolf comes of age, they go through... changes."

"Changes? If this is the puberty talk, Alaric, save it, I've been through all that."

"I'm sure, but this is different." He leaned against the wall, looking her up and down slowly, making her painfully aware of what she was wearing. She'd been in pajama pants and a tank top when she'd tried to run. She had the hoodie on over it now- she wasn't sure if she had done that or if they had. "You'll be going into heat soon- really any time now."

"Heat?" Scarlett blanched. 

"Yes that's when-"

"I know what it is." She snapped. "I grew up on a farm." She reminded him. He held his hands up. 

"Then you know what you're going to need to soothe the ache."

"Nothing aches." 

"Yet." He pointed to a small fridge on one side of the room. "That's full of water, I will keep it stocked. Bathroom-" He pointed to the other side of the cell, there was a small bathroom, and in another corner was a cot. The look on her face must have said it all. "I don't want you to suffer- well... not that much. Also when you give in, I don't want to fuck someone who's filthy and too weak to function." He shrugged. 

"That isn't going to happen." She rolled her eyes. He simply smirked and walked out, she heard the sound of a heavy lock sliding into place. She kicked the food away and stood. The chains did provide enough slack for her to get to the bathroom and the fridge, but she couldn't quite reach the cot. 

"Asshole." She shouted at the door. She didn't know if he was close enough to hear it but it made her feel better. 

Left alone in the room she began to panic- what if he was right? What if no one came to find her? She swallowed hard and looked at the discarded food. 

"Fuck." She sat up, picked up her plastic fork, and started to eat. He wanted her strong. fine, she'd fight her way out then. 

Day 1

"Alaric!" He couldn't hear her until he was right at the door. There was a camera in the room, one that only he had access to, but he hadn't been watching that, he'd been picking up her next meal, and carrying it down to the reinforced basement. There were two cells down there. One was for new wolves, wolves who couldn't be trusted out in the woods yet, the other was for the women when they went into heat if they were unmated. That was where Scarlett was kept

He unlocked the door and walked in, closing the door behind him. 

Scarlett glared at him from the floor. Yes, he knew her chains didn't reach the bed, that was on purpose. There was an empty tray kicked across the room and three empty bottles of water. 

"Good girl." He smirked. If glaring harder was possible, he knew that was what she'd be doing. 

That made him incredibly happy. He didn't want a broken shell of a mate. He wanted her fire, her passion, that was what bored him about Rose, Scarlett's mother. She had been broken by her mate, nothing but a submissive wolf. Alaric wanted his woman to submit, of course, but he wanted to see the flames in her eyes while doing so. 

"Don't call me that." She ordered. "Also- I know what you're doing." He quirked an eyebrow. "You're turning up the heat to try and sweat me out. It's not going to work, Alaric." His second eyebrow joined the first. 

"Is that so?" He asked. He brought over the tray of food, putting it down next to her. He picked up the old one as well as the empty bottles. 

"Yes. That is so." She rolled her eyes. He could see it, the flush to her skin, a slight sheen of sweat and he could smell it, the traces of heat. 

"I'll remember that." He promised, smirking and turning around, going back upstairs. 

Cody was sprawled out on the couch, flipping TV channels. Helena was in the kitchen, serving up food for everyone else. Alaric walked over to the thermostat on the wall and tapped the screen a few times, the basement was at the same temperature as the rest of the house, he turned it down a few degrees. 

"How's it going?" Cody asked, glancing back. 

"All according to plan."

Day 2

Scarlett was pretty sure she could feel every nerve in her body. And they were all overheating. She had taken her hoodie off- as best she could with the chains still around her wrists. the neckline of her tank top was dark with sweat. She hadn't slept since being thrown down here. she could feel herself losing her grip on reality. 

There wasn't a clock in the room. She had no idea what time it was, she didn't know for sure how long she had been there. She had a bottle of water in her hands, she'd drank so much more water today than she had before. She was desperate for the cold relief. 

"It's not going to help." She hadn't heard Alaric open the door, but she didn't need to, the moment he stepped in, she could feel it- the heat burning her body from the inside out turned up to 20. She squirmed, angry about the feeling of dampness between her legs. She knew he could smell it- she could smell it. "There is only one thing that can help relieve it."

"Fuck you." She snapped. 

"Exactly that." He grinned. He had a box of water, which he took to the fridge, refilling it. 

"You know that's not what I meant." She tipped her head back, chugging the rest of the cold water. "I just need-"

"Here." He walked over and squatted down, plucking something out of his pocket. This may help. He dropped it on her lap and it took her a moment to recognize what it was. The vibrator, the stolen vibrator. 

"You're such an asshole." She picked it up and tossed it over to the side. 

"So you've said." He smirked. "I can fix this for you, Little Wolf." He offered. "Say the word and I'll make it all go away."

"Don't touch me." She ordered. His smirk turned to a grin and he stood. 

"Whatever you say." He held his hands up in surrender and gathered the empty bottles, taking them out of the room, and locking the door behind him. 

Day 5

Scarlett was pretty sure this was how she was going to die, she was going to melt into a disgusting puddle on the floor in this dungeon. She was sweating- she kept drinking water to help with the burning- every one of her nerves felt like they were on fire, and that meant more sweating. Finally, she decided, she had to do something. She couldn't keep going on like this. Every touch to her skin felt like a hot poker that shot electricity straight down to her pussy. 

She had just picked up the little teal vibrator when the door opened and Alaric walked in. He carried another case of water. He dropped it next to the fridge and turned to look at her, her hand still wrapped around the toy. 

"It's not going to work." He warned. 

"It has to do something." She insisted. "I just need this to stop." The last word came out as more of a sob than anything. 

"It won't." He walked over, squatting down next to her again. This time she didn't tell him to fuck off or scream for him not to touch her. She was overwhelmed by his presence, his scent, his everything. He took the toy from her hand and with his other hand guided it to the bulge in his sweatpants. "You need this. More specifically, you need this, or what will be there." He stroked her hand from the tip to the base. 

"I don't know what that means." She admitted. 

"I know you don't, but your wolf does." He let go of her wrist, pleased when it took her an extra couple of seconds to pull her hand away. This was a good sign. "I'll make you a deal, Little Wolf." He offered. 

"What?" She asked, her chest heaving. It was taking far more energy than it should to deny him. Even though in her heart and soul she knew that giving in would completely change everything. And not for the better. 

Alaric grinned as she at the very least was ready to hear him out. He held the little vibrator up between his middle and pointer fingers. 

"We use this. Let me prove to you that it won't be enough. It's not going to satiate you, the wolf in you needs my cock. But I'm willing to entertain your games." he turned the toy on, he'd put in new batteries before bringing it down, so when it came to life, it was strong. He ran it up her slit over her pajama pants and the panties underneath and that alone had her crying out in pleasure. "What do you say, Little Wolf?" He grinned. 

"Fine- yes, fucking fine. Just make it stop." She choked out. 

Fucking finally. He turned off the toy and pulled his knife out of his boot. He slid it through her tank top- slicing through the thin material like butter, her bra was next. If he was going to do this, he was going to fucking enjoy it. He snagged the keys to the cuffs that kept her chained and popped them open as well, so the hoodie, tank top, and bra could slide down off her arms, leaving her top half bare. 

He dropped the knife and the keys, picking her up with one arm, the other hand grabbing the toy back up. To the bed, they went. It seemed like a rickety thing but it was much stronger than it looked as he dropped her onto it, climbing up on top of her. 

"Alaric." She whined. He pressed his lips to her collarbone and she pushed him off. "No, just the toy." She snapped. 

He laughed, stepping down from the bed and yanking her pajama pants off swiftly. The smell of her arousal, her need filled the room and he was harder than ever. He was concrete in his pants. 

He ripped her panties off- literally, they were soaked with her arousal and driving him mad. He threw them to the side and spread her legs. Fuck- He turned on the toy again, running it up her inner thigh. She whimpered, arching her back up, her hips rising-

He slowly trailed it up, listening to her whimper and whine. 

"Alaric." She gasped. 

"Yes?" He trailed it back down, away from her pussy. 

"Please-"

"Please what, Little Wolf?"

"Please... please use the toy, please." She let out a soft, choked sound and he relented, pressing the plastic and silicone to her clit. She cried out right away, her hand slamming up against the wall as her nerves- already red hot turned up to 50. He almost felt bad, knowing it wasn't going to be enough. 

She would cum, almost definitely. That was just the nature of the human body but the heat would be going nowhere. If anything he thought this might make it worse. But He couldn't wait any longer. Either she was going to go mad or he was. As it stood he was snapping at everyone, he nearly tore the cabinet doors off the hinges looking for a plate this morning even though the plates were in the same place they had always been. 

His mate was in heat and he couldn't do anything about it. 

He could have, he supposed. She was small enough it would have taken nothing to hold her down and take her regardless of what she wanted. And he had been tempted. yesterday when he brought her some more water she'd been on the floor with her legs spread open the he'd nearly ripped her clothes off right then and there. But he knew His Little Wolf. If he did that, that would be the end. There would be no talking her into joining them. And a mate kept in the dungeons for the rest of her life wasn't really something he wanted. 

He would have done it if he had to but it wasn't preferred. 

This, however- this was going to get him what he wanted. She propped her feet up on the bed, her legs open wide, her knees bent, lifting herself up to press tighter against the toy. He ran it up and down her slit slowly, a question in his mind. 

"Little Wolf?" He asked, his voice low. She made a noise in response. "Have you ever pushed the toy inside?" He asked curiously. "Have you ever tried?" He knew she hadn't fucked that boy from town. Her friend or whatever. Alaric had dragged that out of him while beating him to remind him to stay far the fuck away from Scarlett

"Not- Your business." She huffed. He quirked an eyebrow, pulling the toy back. Her hand shot down, wrapping around his wrist to pull him back to her. 

"Answer the question, Little Wolf," he ordered. She was strong, of course, but he was stronger by far. She pulled a little harder but realized quickly that it was no use. 

"Dick." She snapped. 

"I can give you that too, if you're giving in." he teased. She dug her nails into his hand

"No. I haven't... done that." She admitted. He quirked an eyebrow. Well, that was certainly interesting. Good information to have. He wasn't going to give her that either then. He pressed it to her clit again, watching as her breathing shallowed out, his cock twitching against his pants as he watched his Mate cum. She cried out, her hand still wrapped around his. 

Her hips lowered back down to the bed, and she let go of him, she let out a relieved sigh as the sweet relief of orgasm washed over her. 

"You were wrong." She laughed. "This is better, this is much better" She closed her eyes, he was sure she'd barely slept at all recently. Hell he had barely slept at all, it was only fair that she was the same. 

"You'll see." He warned, standing up. The moment she opened her eyes and looked at him- the relief was gone, She could see him straining against his pants and that set her body on fire all over again. Her stomach sank as she realized- it was true. 

Well, it might not be. Maybe his cock wouldn't work. Maybe this was just her new reality, this wasn't going to go away. Though the very possibility of that made her stick to her stomach. She wouldn't survive. 

Maybe she didn't want to. 

"So?" He asked his hands on his hips. She licked her lips, her eyes on the bulge in his pants, At least she got to know she was affecting him as badly as he was to her. She shook her head, closing her eyes, trying to erase the image of him. "Alright, if that's your choice." She could hear the sound of his feet against the stone floor. 

"Wait!" She couldn't stop the word from escaping. She sat up and opened her eyes, he hadn't moved. He smirked, his eyes trailing over her body again. 

"Yes, Little Wolf?" he asked. 

"I fucking hate you." She informed him. 

"I'm okay with that." He really was as long as she understood she needed him. She looked at the door and then back at him. 

"You win." 

"I win?" He quirked an eyebrow at her. He knew what she meant, what she was saying, but he wanted to hear her say it, He wanted to hear the words out of her mouth. She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at him. "Say it, Little Wolf."

"Fuck me." Scarlett forced the words out through clenched teeth. "I want you to fuck me." Alaric grinned, victorious. 

"I will, but I get to do it my way. How I want to do it. I get to take you however I want. All. Night." He demanded. Scarlett glared up at him but she knew he was going to get his way, she couldn't take this any longer

"Fine." She agreed, clenching her jaw. That was all he wanted. 

"Then we have a deal, Little Wolf. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, Followed quickly by his pants. He wasn't wearing anything under the jeans, he tugged them down his legs and when he stood, his cock bobbed long and thick and proud. 

"Holy..." She muttered, her eyes widening at the sight. She'd seen a cock before, she and Jamie had... messed around a little before. But it had never gone this far, and Jamie wasn't- nearly this big. She swallowed hard, her mouth-watering and her body burning as he walked over to the bed. 

"Give me your hand." He ordered. She didn't even think about it, holding her hand out to him. He took it and wrapped it around his cock. It was soft- but fuck it was hard at the same time. 

"What-" He slowly moved her hand up the length to the base. 

"This is what you want. Down here. because when I fuck you, and when I cum, this is going to expand inside you. It's going to trap me deep inside of you- until I fully empty out."

"No. No, you don't get to do that-"

"We don't have a choice, even if I didn't want to see how much cum you can hold- which believe me, Little Wolf, I absolutely do, my body will do it regardless."

"But that could lead to-" She stopped her eyes widening even more. 

"It could." He agreed. No, it couldn't. They had a witch who provided them with potions, it was like birth control from the other side- it meant that they wouldn't be impregnating their women every time they went into heat. And he had been taking it ever since they dragged Scarlett into the home. But she didn't need to know that. He was ready to make her worry, to make her think that she could be pregnant. 

"Alaric-"

"You already agreed to everything." He yanked her up by her arm, pulling her up into a kiss. She started to resist, but her hormones took over- her body realizing it was going to get what it had been demanding for days now. When she melted against him, he knew it was over, he was going to get everything he wanted without too much more of a fight tonight. Of course with Scarlett, she was likely to fight just for the fun of it and he was okay with that. 

He pushed her to lay back and she pouted at the kiss being broken, but his lips trailed down her neck, down her chest. His tongue flicked over her hard nipples and she pressed a hand over her mouth to hold back the moan. He reached up, yanking her hand down to the bed. 

"I want to hear you, Little Wolf, I want the whole goddamn house to hear you." He growled. She whimpered, but didn't try to cover her mouth again as he made his way down her body again, nipping at the soft, smooth skin of her stomach before making it down to the juncture between her legs. 

Fuck she smelled incredible, and she was so fucking wet, it was all he could do to stop himself from taking her right there. Saying fuck the foreplay and fucking her until she lay limp in his arms unable to so much as twitch a finger. 

But that wasn't nearly as satisfying as making her enjoy it, as making her love every single second of depravity he was ready to dump on her. To make her crave it like a drug. 

He pulled her closer to him by her hips and buried his face between her legs, gripping her body tightly to keep her from pulling away. 

She cried out, her legs spreading wider and her hands shot down to Alaric's hair, gripping the dark strands tightly between her fingers. He could see it in his mind- when he'd grabbed her her nails had been freshly painted a dark blue shade and he'd seen over the past few days how it chipped and peeled and now those nails were scratching against his scalp in the most perfectly maddening way. 

He ate with fervor, his tongue working her clit and her cunt back and forth, devouring every bit of arousal and cum from her slit like it was the finest of wines and he honestly thought it could be. Sweet and delicious. 

She tugged harder on his hair, He knew she was close. This was her first real time being touched and she was already over-sensitive from the orgasm she'd already had. He could tell when she was close, her leg muscles tightening, Her cries grew louder, He nipped at her clit and that was the end- she screamed out, her back arching up off the bed as if possessed. He held her up like that until she she done, her body going limp but just for a moment before she was sitting up, yanking him up with a strength he didn't know she had, kissing him hard. 

"I swear to god, Alaric, if you don't end this soon I am going to kill you and find someone else to handle my problem." The very idea of it flashed in Alaric's mind and he growled- actually growled, pushing her back onto her back. He spread her legs and lined himself up with her pussy. She gasped as he slipped just the head inside, fuck she was tight. He wanted nothing more than to slam into her, to fuck the idea of any other man right out of her head- and he would- soon. She cried out in pain and pleasure as a thrust forced a few more inches of his cock into her, effectively taking her virginity. 

She let out a whimper, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He pulled out a little, pushing back in- taking it decently slow until he was fully seated within her. 

"Fuck." He groaned, this was going to be amazing. She stretched around him so perfectly and he sat upright so he could really see it. "You look so good like this, Little Wolf." He delighted in the angry glare she sent his way at the 'compliment'. He did wait until she had relaxed a little to start moving, pulling out and thrusting back in. She was still tense so he didn't go at full speed. 

"More." She demanded- and if that was what she wanted, then he wasn't going to turn her down. He lifted her up by her hips a little so he could get better leverage and that was it- He began to fuck her in earnest, slamming their hips together at a speed that would have broken a normal, human woman. It was why he'd stopped taking human lovers years ago. They were so easily breakable. 

Scarlett, however, took it perfectly. She let out a cry of pleasure, her eyes closing as she let herself be lost in the pleasure- in knowing the hell that was heat was finally going to end, it felt like a bucket of the coldest, freshest water was being dumped over her in the best, most refreshing way. For the first time in days, she no longer felt like she was going to die. She felt like she was going to fly to the fucking moon. 

"Don't stop- Oh god." She cried as his fingers found their way to her clit, teasing that too. She reached down, grabbing his arm with one hand as if holding it there to keep him from taking it away, as if he had any plans to do that. Scarlett was beautiful, and she was even more so when she was cumming. 

And fuck was she cumming. Her hips bucked up against him and he had to hold on tight to keep from sealing against her and ending it here. No, he wasn't ready yet. He dug his own nails into his palm, waiting until she was done before flipping her over onto her hands and knees and entering her from behind. She buried her face into the bed and whined at the new angle, somehow she felt even tighter from this one, which was good. It meant she'd feel like he was even bigger. 

And fuck maybe he was, he felt like there was no way he wasn't swollen with how much cum he had built up over the past week of being denied. 

He wasn't soft or gentle to start with, not this time. No, he was done with that, he let his primal wolf instinct take over and he fucked her, hard and raw. Slamming into her, taking what he wanted. If not for their healing abilities, he knew she'd have bruises and marks all over her body and the idea of it just spurred him on, fucking her hard and faster. She didn't seem to have any complaints as not a single sound coming out of her were actual words. She was reduced to moans and cries of pleasure as he took her. 

He couldn't comprehend anything outside of his own pleasure anymore. Did she cum again? Maybe? Maybe more than once he couldn't be sure but he'd find out later. He could feel it building, threatening to explode as he slammed into her one last time, holding her against his body as he came- pleasure hitting him over and over in relentless waves. His knot grew, sealing her body to his and though she did cry out in pain, trying to move- it was no use. He held her hips tighter. 

"I told you what would happen." He reminded her, though quite frankly he didn't care. He was damp with sweat and so was she- the sheets were wet and her hair was a tangled mess. He toyed with a lock of her hair as they remained stuck like that, his fingers trailing down to her spine, over each little bump. She whimpered, letting her head fall back down to the bed. 

"I fucking hate you." She reminded him, her voice shaky. 

"Good, I prefer it that way." He answered. She huffed, closing her eyes. 

By the time his knot deflated, she was sleeping. He pulled out, a little stream of cum leaking out from her cunt, amazing, considering how much he'd stuffed her with. For a moment he regretted taking the potion. The idea of Scarlett being pregnant with his child drove him wild. 

But it was done, she was finally able to sleep, and her heat was contained. He picked her up and carried her out of the basement. He lay her down on his bed as he went to shower. 

Finally, she understood, she was his mate. Fate was inevitable and she would be warming his bed, at least once a month for presumably the rest of their lives. 

Laying on the bed, half asleep, her body too sore and tired to move, Scarlett was plotting. Fate be damned, even now she wasn't going to let him win. This Red Riding Hood wasn't going to bow to The Big Bad Wolf. 

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“Decisions,” Pt 2 Reiner x Reader

Summary: After finding out the love of your life is a Titan shifter, he disappears with Eren and Ymir. What happens when the scouts go to rescue them both and you see Reiner again?

Warnings: noneeeeeee

No spoilers

PART ONE

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The scouts have been planning this for some time, they had everything perfectly laid out to rescue Eren and Ymir and hopefully not lose any members in the process of going head to head with both the Titan shifters.

The more you sat in the meetings, listening to them speak- the more your heart would break at the constant reminder of Reiner being a traitor as well as a Titan shifter.

All while when Bertholdt and Reiner sat on the tree in the woods with both of Eren and Ymir, Reiner had felt like he made a huge mistake leaving you behind.

He would always think about it and the sadness that rained down on him was more than painful to deal with and Bertholdt noticed.

He knew you would be coming with the scouts to rescue both of their ‘hostages’ and he wasn’t too sure if he was prepared to see you again. He was sure you hated him, probably wanted to kill him and he would probably let you if it came down to it.

He never wanted to hurt you or put you in harms way so if it was a last resort and he saw how determined you were to kill him, he would rather die than hurt you.

As you made your horse run as fast as it could, it wasn’t long till you have caught up to the traitors- Reiner being the only one who shifted.

You tried to put on the act of acting angry, acting like you wanted to kill Reiner but you only did so Levi would let you join the mission and help them rescue Eren.

When Reiner had caught a glimpse of you, it was like his heart stopped and he wished you didn’t come as the swarm of Titans ran through towards the scouts.

But you were determined to try to catch up to him, no matter what.

“Focus on the plan, Reiner!” Bertholdt had screamed at him, the way things were going- it was at a disadvantage for them.

It wasn’t long till now everyone was trying to fight off Titans and the plan had switched for now Reiner and Bertholdt to escape, making Ymir shift and save them instead of going back with the scouts.

It was a last minute plan that flashed his mind but, he ran towards you to risk bringing you with this time.

As you got knocked off your horse, tumbling to the ground from a Titan- you were picked off the ground and the roar Reiner had let out scared everyone except the Titan before you.

“This isn’t what I wanted to happen.” Reiner said to himself, watching the Titan bite your arm off before he managed to knock the beast down and lock your body in his hand.

The fear washed over him, running away with Bertholdt, Ymir and now you as he tried to make it back to the empty town behind wall Maria.

You had looked down at the gush of blood escaping your arm, everything rushing to your head as you began to panic. Reiner had opened his hand enough to get a good look at you before setting you down on a roof and quickly escaping his Titan body.

“Y/N!” He yelled, ripping apart out of the skin and rushing over to you even though his body was weak and fragile from the shift.

Your eyes had barely managed to look up at him, the more blood you were losing- the more likely you were about to pass out. He had ripped his shirt off, wrapping it around your arm tightly to stop the bleeding.

“I told you, Reiner! She’s just going to slow us down!” Bertholdt was angry, he didn’t bother caring about your state considering they lost Eren.

“Just shut up and help me! She can’t die.” He was beginning to panic, the tears stinging his eyes as he tried his best to patch up your decapitated arm.

“Reiner,” You barely said, your eyes moving down to your limp numb of an arm and it had hit you.

Reiner had sat there, he didn’t want this- this was the last thing he wanted. He couldn’t risk losing you or being to blame for your death, he already hated himself enough to let you get this hurt.

Eventually you had passed out, falling into a coma as Reiner tried his best to bandage up your wound and place you inside one of the empty houses. He made sure you were comfortable and taken care of.

Bertholdt kept reminding him how you were better left dead, how you weren’t going to wake up, you were dead weight to them.

He didn’t listen though, he continued to check in on you and make sure to change your bandages regularly and sit next to the bed hoping you would wake up soon.

His heart felt heavy every time he looked at your peaceful sleeping state. You deserved better than him but his love for you had completely sucked him in deep and you kept him level headed and warm. Losing you would mean losing himself and his humanity.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, kinda sounds ridiculous talking to myself every time I come here.” Reiner mumbled, sitting on the chair beside the bed as he unwrapped your bandages to change them.

“But.. I’m hoping talking to you will help guide you to wake up and come back to me.” He shook his head, grabbing the cloth and cleaning off the dry blood, making sure to be careful.

“I know this is my fault that you now have one arm but.. I don’t know, it’s better than having you dead. That would completely destroy me, fuck the plans, fuck the missions— if I don’t have you then what’s the point? Nothing makes me look forward to living than you, Y/N.” He was quiet, his eyes moving up to look at your face and admire your beauty.

His heart raced at the sight of your face, the way he loved you so much and so whole heartedly. None of what he was doing was worth it if he didn’t have you- none of it and that’s what scared Bertholdt the most. He wasn’t scared to lose his best friend to the scouts or have him get killed by any of their old comrades- he was scared of losing Reiner to you.

Deep down Bertholdt knew that if it came down to it, Reiner would put his life on the line for you.

“I love you.” He had mumbled, wrapping the wound back up perfectly and leaned over to place a gentle kiss to your forehead.

It had taken another few weeks and Bertholdt was beginning to grow irritated and impatient to the point where he was pressuring Reiner to let you go.

“She’s not dead! Until her heart stops beating I’m not fucking letting her go!” He shouted down at his best friend, making him stumble back and stare at Reiner with shock.

“It’s been weeks, you think she’s going to wake up? Open your eyes! She’s probably brain dead for all we know.”

Reiner had swung his fist, punching Bertholdt clean in the jaw and knocked him to the floor. He was his best friend sure but he wouldn’t let someone disrespect you in front of his face.

“Just mind your fucking business and stay out of mine.” Reiner angrily said, storming out of the room and down the hall towards the room you laid in.

The anger had consumed him as he stared at your sleeping body. He was so angry and hurt that his eyes began to water, grabbing the small chair and throwing it at the wall.

That night he had slept on the floor beside your bed and in the middle of the night you began to stir slightly before completely opening your eyes. You shot up on the bed, looking around at the unfamiliar area as your breathing got heavy.

The panic building up inside of you as your eyes settled in the darkness, looking down at your now missing arm. Your heart dropped at the sudden flashbacks of what had happened, your fingertips of your right hand moved up to touch your shoulder.

When you turned to try to get out of the bed but you felt your feet hit some blankets on the floor and your eyes glanced down to see Reiner sleeping below you, making your heart race.

“Reiner..” You whispered under your breath, moving down to where you were kneeling on the floor just beside his body as soft snores left his lips.

You hesitated, you didn’t want to wake him but you couldn’t hold in your excitement as you watched his beautiful face being squished against the pillow, his lips parted open.

“Reiner.” You said a bit louder, bringing your hand to shake him awake and he had jolted up, startling the both of you.

It had taken him a moment, his eyes adjusting and falling onto you and at first he thought it was dream, he was dreaming that you were awake before him.

“Y/N?” He was quiet, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek and once he felt the warmth of your skin, he instantly embraced you in a hug.

His arms secured around your small frame tightly, practically pulling you onto his lap as the tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks while hugging him with your right arm.

“Oh my god, youre awake.” He continued repeating it to himself, his heart now felt complete and full as he pulled his head back to look at you.

Both of his hands had cupped your cheeks, the wide smile never leaving his lips as his emotions got the better of him, making his eyes tear up as his heart swelled.

He started to pepper kisses around your face, the explosion of butterflies he felt as he finally was able to look you in the eyes and love on you without you being completely emotionless in a coma.

Suddenly the realization had hit him. The way he left things off with you had came across his mind and it made him sad. A frown coming across his lips and he brushed strands of your hair back.

“Can you forgive me for leaving you behind? For not telling you the truth?”

“I’ll always forgive you till my last breath, Reiner.. as bad as it sounds, I love you and I always will.” You couldn’t help but forgive him, he made you happy, he was your safe haven.

“Why? I betrayed you, I betrayed everyone.”

“You did but I know you’ll never put me in harms way, I know the real you and that’s what made me fall in love with you in the first place.” He sighed at your words, a wash of relief splashing over him like cold water.

“I’m so sorry.” He said again, leaning forward to smash his lips on yours and you lean towards him, kissing him back.

The amount of emotions you felt, the butterflies, the love, the way your heart pounded in your chest. As much as you wanted to hate Reiner for what he did and for what he is, you couldn’t. All you could see was a broken boy that did what he thought was best for his survival.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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Uhhh is this even a good part two?? Idk, feels rushed but I just had this moment where I wanted it to be a bit angst but full of love at the end of it.

Pls I know someone mentioned something about how I should’ve done part 2 based on what happens in season 4 but Ima be real with y’all— I haven’t started season 4 and I’m too scared to so BEAR WITH ME PLS

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When the Chips are Down

part 7

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hello darlings, due to bribery from my most darling XD anon, here it is! enjoy my loves!--- chaotic puff

Namjoon held her close as they waited for the doctors to arrive, wincing every time she groaned in pain and cursing the doctors for taking so long. What was the use of being the leader if no one came when you called? 

“Namjoon?” Seokjin asked, rushing into the room with a tall willowy woman trailing behind him. She almost looked more nervous than Namjoon and Y/N. “Hey, sweet girl.” Seokjin greeted coming to her side. “I heard you weren’t feeling so well. Don’t worry about a thing. We’re going to take good care of you and the little one, okay?” Y/N nodded eyes drifting between him and the woman who was hanging back looking unsure of what to do with herself. Seokjin noticed her gaze and smiled reassuringly holding his hand out to the woman. “This is Hayan. We’ll be getting married soon.” 

“Married?” 

“Married.” Seokjin confirmed with a smile. “I’m going to check on the baby. Is it okay if Hayan keeps you company?” 

Y/N nodded lips trembling as every terrible thing that could be happening to her baby ran through her head. 

“Hi.” the woman greeted with an awkward smile. “You’re going to be okay?”  She looked to Seokjin nervously, and Namjoon winced at how unsure she sounded. They didn’t need any more panicking people in the room than they already had.

“Really, Jin?” he growled glancing between the man and the nervous young woman on the other side of his wife. 

“We were out. I didn’t have time to take her home.” Jin shrugged, smiling reassuringly at the nervous mother. “It might be nice to have a female presence here right, Y/N?” 

“Is the baby okay?” She nearly sobbed frantically looking between Namjoon and Jin hoping one of them had an answer. 

Hayan immediately gripped her hand tightly forcing the other woman to turn her gaze to her. “You’re going to be okay.” Her voice was firm, sure. “I promise. Just breathe okay?” 

Y/N nodded keeping her eyes on the other woman. 

“Where’s Dr. Lee?” Namjoon growled glaring at Jin as he carefully looked over Y/N. 

“She’s on her way. She’ll be here soon.” He promised. 

“Did you hear that?” Hayan smiled trying to keep Y/N’s attention on her. “The other doctor is going to be here soon.” 

“Sajangmin.” A new voice greeted bringing everyone’s focus to the woman standing in the doorway. “I’m Dr. Lee. I’ve brought some nurses with me as well to help with the examination of your wife. We’ll proceed if that’s alright with you.”

Namjoon growled under his breath but waved them in. He had no time for formalities now, not when Y/N and the baby were in distress.

“If you could lift Mrs. Kim, we’ll place a sheet beneath her and begin our examination.”

Both Namjoon and Y/N were already panicked and frustrated, and the doctor’s cold formality wasn’t helping.

In the end Seokjin was the one to lift Y/N up from the bed to allow the nurses to place a sheet beneath her. Namjoon made sure that there was a mountain of pillows behind her to keep her comfortable and propped up for the doctor as they began their exam.

Portable ultrasounds were brought out, and Y/N was poked and prodded annoyed that not once did either the new doctor or the nurses spoke to her. Every update was directed towards Namjoon instead of towards her, something that irked both her and Hayan who had not once let go of her hand through all of this.

“It appears to be false labor, sajangnim.” The doctor informed them removing her gloves and bowing to the couple. “I would recommend that Mrs. Kim remains on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. The baby is due soon yes?” She asked directing the question to Jin.

“Isn’t that something you should already know?” Namjoon asked eyes hard and cold as he assessed the doctor.

“I haven’t had time to do a full examination on her, and these conditions are less than ideal to do one. There is also very little information on the pregnancy given your circumstances.” 

“The baby is due within the next five weeks.” Jin confirmed frowning at how the doctor refused to speak to Y/N who knew far more about this pregnancy than any of them, but it was better to answer the question and keep the conversation moving than to annoy an already frazzled Namjoon who was looking more irritated by the second. He may not have liked the doctor, but she didn’t deserve death… yet.

 “I don’t see why she should be on full bed rest. I do agree that she needs to take it easy until the birth though.”

“I would prefer not to risk the life of Kim Namjoon’s child.” Dr. Lee scoffed, crossing her arms. “Full bed rest is my recommendation. Rest and fluids will stop the false contractions. I’ll conduct a full examination of her once everything has calmed.”

“She doesn’t need full bed rest for Braxton-Hicks.��� Jin argued glaring at the woman. 

The doctor sighed and eyed Jin with distaste. “My job is to ensure the health of the child.”

“The baby will be fine without confining Y/N to bed rest.” 

“Her comfort isn’t my concern. My only concern is the health of that child.” The woman snapped glaring at the other doctor. “Not for a foreign whore who disappeared with the heir to the empire.” 

There was a loud bang and screaming, but Y/N didn’t know where it was coming from. She was far more concerned with the warm droplets that now decorated her skin. There were muffled voices, but Y/N wasn’t paying attention enough to focus on what they were saying. Her concentration was on the bright red dots that were splattered across the pearls on the top of the dress Namjoon had picked out for her, the same red dots that were splattered across her neck and face. She had to wonder how hard the stain would be to remove. It was such a pretty dress. She would hate for it to be ruined. 

“Jagi…” A voice broke through her fog pulling her back to the present. “Jagiya, look at me.” Her eyes focused in on Namjoon. There were red dots on his skin as well. Without even realizing what she was doing she reached out a hand to wipe one of them away only succeeding in smearing the color instead of removing it. “Jagiya,” He cooed bringing his hands up to cup her face. “It’s alright.”

“Dammit, Namjoon.” Jin hissed pulling Y/N’s still rather dazed focus to him. Hayan was limp in his arms. “Did you have to do that in front of them?” 

“I won’t have my wife disrespected.” He huffed gathering his shocked wife into his arms. “Take Hayan home and find me a new doctor.” He ordered gently stroking Y/N’s hair as tremors began to wrack her body. 

“Try not to traumatize anyone else.” Jin growled carrying his own traumatized woman out of the room.  Yes, he was worried for Y/N, but Hayan had to be his first priority right now. She was too delicate for this sort of thing.

“Send Miss In up.” 

“Jagiya.” He cooed trying to bring her attention back to him. “It’s alright, jagiya.” 

“She’s dead.” She whispered transfixed on the red she could see spreading out on the floor. 

“She disrespected you, jagi.” Namjoon cooed, gently turning her head so that she was facing him. 

“She’s dead.” 

“I know.” He cooed gently scooping her up as Miss In entered the room looking completely unphased by the body on the floor. It wasn’t the first she had seen in the house, and it wouldn’t be the last. “I’m taking her to a guest room to wash up and rest. I want this mess cleaned up.” 

“Yes, sajangnim.” Miss In bowed politely. “Shall I bring a change of clothes for you both?” 

“Yes.” Namjoon nodded gently shifting her in his arms pleased as she wrapped an arm loosely around his neck, shaking in his arms. “Bring some water as well.” 

“Yes, sajangnim.” 

Namjoon carried her out of the room and down the hall towards one of the guest rooms. He wasn’t about to leave her in the master bedroom with all that mess. She needed rest and calm, and she wouldn’t find it in the master bedroom, especially not when she was shaking like a leaf in his arms. 

“How about a bath, jagi?” he asked, his lips brushing against her hair as he spoke, carrying them into the biggest of the guest rooms. He had plans to convert it into a room for their children one day, for whatever baby came after this one, or at least whatever baby he hoped would come after this one. 

She didn’t say anything in response, but he wasn’t phased by that. Carefully, he set her down so he could start running a bath for them both. Hopefully the warmth would help with the shaking, and he was sure she would feel better when they were both free of blood. It wasn’t his first time cleaning up from this sort of thing, but it was hers by the look of it. 

He was careful as he drew the bath, no epsom salts, and he made sure that the water wouldn’t be too hot. He did add some lavender oil and bubbles though. He figured they would help relax her, and her comfort was his current priority. 

“Come on, jagi.” he cooed, standing her up and turning her around so he could pull the zipper down on her dress. 

Normally she would have fought him, but not this time. She stood there frozen, not making any move to stop him or help him. That was fine though. He was perfectly happy to take care of her, and it gave him the opportunity to take note of the way her body had changed while she was away. 

He’d have been stupid not to notice the belly, but there were other things he couldn’t see when she was covered up. Her belly was decorated with stretch marks, a result of her growing belly, something he had missed out on. Her hips were fuller now, a little wider to adjust for the baby. And her breasts, they had grown as well, sitting heavy above her belly. He’d always found her beautiful, but there was something infinitely attractive about seeing her bare and swollen with his child. It wasn’t time for those thoughts now though. Now, he needed to focus on making her comfortable and calm. 

“Here you go, jagi.” He murmured gently helping her into the tub before removing his own stained clothes and joining her, easing her back against his chest as they both settled amongst the bubbles. 

This state of vulnerability had also given him the opportunity to study the new tattoo that decorated her shoulder. She had told him that she’d covered his initials, but he hadn’t seen with what yet. There was a beautiful flower painted across her shoulder blade. He knew that the darkened center of the flower was where his tattoo had sat, but from there, the petals of the flower panned out like smoke, soft, delicate, almost translucent. He’d loved the look of his name on her skin, but he had to admit that this suited her better. He didn’t know what kind of flower it was, but he was going to find out, and if they didn’t already have it in the garden, he was going to make sure some were planted for her. 

Namjoon was careful, wiping the blood from her face and arms, gently massaging the shampoo into her hair. He left her alone to let the conditioner set while he quickly cleaned himself up. He didn’t want her being anymore upset by any remnants of blood. 

This was the most pliant and soft she had been with him since she had returned home, but it gave Namjoon no pleasure. There was a constant worry tugging at the back of his mind. What if she slipped away again? He couldn’t handle her being catatonic, not again. He was terrified by the possibility, especially when they also had the baby to consider. 

“Are you ready to get out, jagi?” He asked, carefully brushing her wet hair away from her face. 

She didn’t give him much of a response, but there was the barest hint of a nod, and Namjoon took that as consent. 

With all the care and gentleness he could muster, Namjoon pulled her out of the tub, immediately wrapping her up in a fluffy towel. He didn’t want her catching cold. He towled himself off, and darted into the other room to pick up the clothes that Miss In had left out for them before returning to her. 

He dressed himself first before helping her into the pajamas that Miss In had chosen for her. Like everything that Namjoon had stocked in her closet, it was soft and luxurious. Only things of the best quality could adorn his queen. 

Once she was dressed, Namjoon dried her hair for her, and she let him, not giving any indication that she minded one way or another which only served to heighten his anxiety, but he brushed it aside though in favor of getting Y/N into bed. Jin said she didn’t need full bed rest, but he didn’t want to take any chances. A few days of bed rest would be good for both of them, for her physically and for him mentally. 

He had her drink the glass of water that Miss In had set out for her and tucked her into bed. Miss In would have the master bedroom cleaned up by tomorrow, but for tonight, the guest room would do. 

“Get some rest, jagi.” He murmured into her hair as he curled himself around her. “I’ll have a different doctor come check on you both tomorrow.”

part 8

[theamberwriter]

Always Be My Hero [Pro! Eijiro Kirishima]

A/N: I read THIS by @dreamy-writings and was inspired to write this, lol

Warning: Angst, cursing

Pair: Pro Hero! Eijiro Kirishima x gn! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

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"Oi, you need to talk to shitty hair," Katsuki snapped, throwing a bunch of flowers on your bed.

Mina sat on the edge of the mattress, took your shoulders in her hands, and gently shook you. "Please, [Name], Eijiro has gone off the deep end."

"I'm sure just Ei is just a little stressed," you tried to sound soothing. "He's been working a lot -"

"We wouldn't be here if we didn't think it was serious," Denki urged.

"He's going to hurt himself," Katsuki growled. "Don't need both you idiots out of commission."

"We know, after everything, we shouldn't be bothering your healing time. But…. Eijiro needs you." Mina hung her head in defeat. 

Just what was going on? When your fiance was home, he was as cheery and bright as you'd always known him. Was he different at work? With his friends?

"Shitty Hair thinks this -" Katsuki gestured to your broken arm and leg, the bandages around your head, your sprained ankle and broken ribs, the numerous bumps and bruises, the multiple hairline fractures and surgery incisions, and the antibiotic drip the hospital sent you home with. "Is some how all his fucking fault. That damn idiot won't listen to us! He's been working the hell out of himself. Spends hours beating himself up."

You felt like you cracked in half. Like a bit of you shattered. Not the ones from being thrown into buildings and trampled on by a giant villain. But deep down in an untouchable place. You felt like you broke apart. 

Knowing you caused your beloved so much anxiety and stress had boiled up in him. Maybe you should've seen it. But he was just so happy. Glued to your side, helping you bathe, helping you get to the bathroom, changing the bandages on your head - assuring that he still thought you extremely attractive, even though you were going to have a hell of a scar going from the middle of your hairline down under your left ear. He was always smiling and joking when he was with you.

"The wheelchair they gave me is in the closet," you muttered, eyes on where your hands were balled around the blankets. You had to be strong. Normally, Eijiro was your rock. Now the tables had turned.

Mina pulled out the wheelchair while Denki and Katsuki helped get you out of bed. Luckily you'd asked Eijiro to help you into sweatpants and a decent t-shirt before he left for work. You asked for one of your shoes to put on your uncasted foot (which was wrapped in an ace bandage instead). Then unhooked the IV and pinched the line. The bag was nearly done anyway.

"I'm ready when you all are," you muttered. A silent tremor passed through the room. Then you all were out the door.

In his agency training facility, Eijiro was giving all he had to a punching bag. Sweat poured from the hardened ridges in his skin. He felt the solid bag meet his fists, but none of it was satisfying. None of the hits eased the guilt.

No amount of punching had shaken away the image plaguing his mind. You lying in bed, barely seeming to hold on. The doctors said you had internal bleeding, a concussion, then listed off all the broken parts. A bit of himself broke with each word.

Eijiro had bawled hysterically when the doctors left and he was alone with your unconscious body. He gripped your hand, begging to anyone who would hear him. Asking them to let you pull through. That, in exchange, he'd get stronger. No matter the cost.

Eijiro was determined to keep your spirits up. To not let you know how much he'd been suffering. You couldn't imagine the wells that wanted to overflow the first time your eyes opened. The first kiss you gave him after waking up. He felt like bursting, you'd been returned to him.

In exchange, he'd train himself raw. He'd push himself past his limit. It didn't matter what Katsuki, or Tamaki, or even Fat Gum had to say. Eijiro was going to protect you next time. For now he'd train. Then go back to you at the end of the day with a smile, no matter how much he hurt or how tired he was. Coming home to you, hooked to an IV and barely able to move around the house - that image drove him.

Eijiro had been so excited to have you home. But every time he looked too long at your casted arm, or uncovered the puckered gouge on your head. Everything reminded him he hadn't been there to help. To save you. Deku had been, he lifted that gargantuan off you like a pillow. Eijiro didn't think he'd ever have been able to do that. So he was going to train until he could.

You hadn't complained once since you'd been home. Only grateful when you'd gone out a few days after to greet your fans. There were so many who thanked you for saving them. Each felt like a bit of a hit to him. You'd saved all those people and he didn't even manage to save you. Was he truly a hero if he couldn't protect those he cared about?

It didn't matter to him that he was a five hour plane ride away when it all happened. Eijiro had gone to do some publicity stuff with other heroes. He had to hear it from an insensitive reporter who asked how he felt knowing his fiance was in the hospital. But he hadn't. He didn't know. His fellow heroes outraged at the question and Eijiro was on a plane back to you within the hour.

He swore he'd be there next time. That he'd never let anything like this happen again. Eijiro had gone in the plane bathroom and had a good deep cry a few times. When he saw the videos, read the articles, saw all the people asking Where was Red Riot? He hadn't been there. He'd let down the one person he never wanted to. It broke his heart into a million bits. He didn't think he'd ever be able to repair himself.

Eijiro cried as he punched. No one would be able to tell through the sweat. But each and every punch got harder, and so too did his tears.

Pitying looks were passed your way as Katsuki pushed you through Eijiro's agency. You stopped in briefly to talk to Fat Gum. He looked so put out and desperate. He said he'd tried everything. But everyday, Eijiro had been in the facility's gym. Working himself until he bled or passed out. 

Katsuki pushed you, Mina and Denki in tow, down the halls to the gym. You heard the blunt hits long before you saw the doors. Each one grating into your mind. You were never going to forget the hot guilt that bit at you with each thud.

Katsuki pushed you to the gym door way. It was empty, except where your beloved stood hardened to the max, shirtless. You saw a bit of blood dripping from his back. The punching bag was losing sand and stuffing. A defeated one laid in a lump on the floor already. You watched a long minute. Then you realized each grunt turned more into a cry or a wail.

You turned to Denki, and held out your hand. He gave you the crunch he'd been carrying. Luckily the arm and the leg you'd broken were on the opposite sides of your body. You hauled yourself up, your friends helped steady you. Then you limped your way across the gym. Finally, you came into view in the mirror in front of him.

A few spots on Eijiro's face were bleeding. His eyes were blown out. His features scrunched up in….there wasn't a word strong enough to explain the pain. The anguish. The despair. His eyes met yours and, all at once, he broke down. 

Eijiro collapsed to his knees. His quirk finally releasing him. Sobs still wracked his shoulders, they shook violently. But his sobs were silent now. Though you didn't miss the tears that dripped onto the floor.

"Eiji," you cooed and lowered yourself to the floor.

He shook his head. "You….sh-should be-e….hom-m-me. He-healing."

"You need me more." You put a hand on his shoulder. Eijiro latched on to you. You didn't care about the blood, sweat, or tears, or how much sitting that way hurt. You just needed to get him to breathe now.

"I -" he hacked. "I'm not strong enough. I'm not….I'm not manly enough. Even now. What if you get hurt again - or worse? Because I couldn't….I can't…."

You shook your head and kissed his damp hair. "Eijiro - honey, listen to me, it wasn't your fault. Really. This was me being overconfident. It was my own fault. You're an amazing hero. Thousands of people look up to you. You have to stop beating yourself up. You're being the best hero you can be. And I love you for every bit of who you are. No matter what happens to me, you'll always be my number one hero."

Eijiro sobbed harder, gripping you closer. You didn't complain at the protesting throbs of pain screaming all over your body. You sat a while longer. When he was finally feeling better, he carried you back to your chair. Then he took a quick rinse in the shower before pushing you home. Your friends had prepared everything for a movie night when you got back; movies, drinks, takeout. 

You could see the relief in their faces.

You still caught him giving you long, guilty glances. You would only lean over and kiss the look away. But you could never know the weight of what you said. He wanted to eat, sleep, live, and breathe by that creed.

You'll always be my hero.

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[plush-rabbit]

A Ruined Otaku

Warnings: Dom, Degradation (light), Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: i wanna make Levi cry (also just one oro for him!! I forgot to add the second:(()

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Leviathan is many things. The third born. The Avatar of Envy. An angel turned demon. A Grand Admiral. He can summon an old creature, scales embedded with everything lost to the sea and kill with a simple squeeze of his hand. He’s something old and powerful, a minimalist body to hold the power and horror that resides. Leviathan, is an old demon, scales and teeth, thirsty for blood and poisonous to the mind, and yet, with all the power and title that he carries, he still lays beneath you, legs spread and cock oozing with semen, a gag shoved in his mouth- a simple makeshift of your underwear that was stained with arousal- soaked with his own drool as tears form in his eyes like dew that forms under the bright moon of Devildom. His hands are clawed into the cheap fabric of the small bed- a futon, if he was to be more specific- the fabric ripped and stuffing fluffing out of the sheet. 

“You’re drooling,” you muse, the heels of your shoes clicking against the tile of his room. “You know how expensive those were, right?” He can only nod his head, feeling a thick sliver of drool slip down his chin. “Here I am, wasting money on you, getting all dolled up, and there you go. Drooling over my underwear like some fucking creep.” Your voice raises into a lilt at the end, a cruel smile stretching against your lips, your eyes narrowing as the fat of your cheeks push upwards. “Who’s going to get me a new outfit? Hm? Are you?” He remains silent, sniffling through the fabric, cock jerking, the spiraled head dotted with pearly white semen that drips down onto the bottom of his stomach, the scales that adorn him are coated in a slimy substance, glistening and heavy, lubricated due to his nature, aching and ready to be put to use. He can only nod his head at your question, he doesn’t do more than that, nodding until his purple hair is ruffled. You’re not stronger than him- you could never beat him in an actual fight, but he is at your mercy right now and with a slight work of spell, he can feel the pressure of your nails against his tight. “Answer me, Levi.” 

His words are muffled against the cloth. He’s heard you say his name plenty of times, but each and every time, it still stirs something within him. “Yes,” he says, the word muffled, a harsh “sh” sound at the end of the word and he wants you to pierce his skin; he’d give you his strength just to feel blood prick at his skin, to feel you have all the power and to put him at your mercy. He thinks with a bit more practice, you should be able to leave him bruises in the shape of your hands. He salivates at the thought of feeling an actual sensation coming from you and not from some type of toy.

His stomach aches, his erection almost painful, skin tingling and running over his body with pricks. He can’t seem to find his breath. He tries to peer at you, so desperate to call you by name and ask you to touch him just once more, to give pity to him. 

“And how are you going to do that? You waste every single grimm that you earn on figures and anything else you can get your hands on.” His legs are spread and he can feel your knee against the inside of his thigh. “So reckless and horrible. You’re a pathetic excuse for a demon.” His chest aches and his hands tighten around the sheets. “Worrying about standing in line, having me do all your dirty work just so you can jerk off to plastic.” He moans against the fabric when your hand wraps around his cock; you don’t cover him entirely but it’s more than enough for him to at least derive some pleasure. “Is that what gets you off? Fisting your cock over plastic, thinking about how the new waifu-” he can hear the distaste in your voice and he’s pleading in his mind for you to just hurry and jerk him off- “would bend over and ask you to fuck them.” Your laugh is harsh, piercing into his fragile self-esteem and he’s whining, a high-pitched and pathetic noise that makes you glower at him. “What do you think of when you jerk off over plastic?”

He refuses to answer. He’s a yucky otaku, something gross and perverted, a title given to him only because he had fallen along with his brothers. He is powerful but weak, cracking under pressure and having to beg for things. It’s already mortifying enough that you know of his perverted secret, humiliating, knowing that you’re using it against him in such a private and intimate moment. But he couldn’t help himself- he couldn’t ask you to help him, he was too nervous, shaking at the thought of telling you that he was aroused and none of the videos or hentai were doing it for him. It was his fault- he’s the one that bought the scantily clad figure, an ahegao expression printed onto it that was soon painted white.

The bed creaks, the metal groaning under the weight of both of you, the front of the bed knocking against the wall and his face burns. He knows that whatever happens will be echoed through the house, that he’ll be forced to endure even more teasing and having to go back to you and beg for you to take care of him. 

Your hands dance on his abdomen, fluttering hands that graze his sides and rest where a rib cage would be, curving over his breasts and the heel of your palm nudges against his pebbled nipples. He is still, breath hitched in his throat and eyes fluttering to a close. It’s the softest touch he’ll get from you right now, something so comforting that it sends the muscle in his chest beating harsh against the skin of his body. He wants something harsher, he wants to feel you grip on him and never let go, to be gasping for breath simply because you gave him what he wanted. He’d lie on the ground and bleed for you, choke against his own blood, grovel at your feet and kiss the ground you walk on if it meant that you would touch him in the way he wanted to be touched.

Your hands are curved against his chest, the pads of your fingertips pressed into him and he stares at amazement above you. His cock, a spiraled tip with bumps and ridges, the shaft is a soft curve is a heavy, dark color. It’s hard, the scales that etch onto him below the head are rigid and bumped, the arousal and state of mind that he is in makes him lose focus. He’s spilling, drenched in his own arousal. You sit bare on his thighs. He can smell your sex, aroused and leaking. He’d give up an entire season of anime if it meant he could see how pretty your cunt looked. 

“You’re a filthy, fucking whore, Levi.” With every inch that you sink onto his cock, he screams against your underwear. “A quick and easy fuck.” You’re so warm and soft, the puffiness of your walls enveloping in a sweet hug. “You should be lucky that even a human would want to touch you.” You spit the words out and his sobs against the cloth, jaw twitching and tear tearing through the fabric. Your hands grip at his face, turning him towards you and he looks at you with heavy eyes filled with tears. “Tell me your perverted fantasies, Leviathan.” The fabric spills from his mouth, dragging across his skin, leaving his lower half of the face in a thin layer of his own drool. You sneer at him and yank your hand away from his face, shaking it beside you as if to flick off any of his own secretion. 

Where could he even start? He’s breathless, shaking in his position, trembling bones as he raises his arms and covers his face with clammy hands. He can feel your gaze on him, his face burning and chest heaving with every intake of air, pressing his heels into his face. His body reacts, knees bending, trying to curl up in a ball, meeting your ack instead and he can hear the soft puff of air. 

He peeks between slender fingers, staring up at you and he can only lay and watch as you tilt your head. You raise your brows at him expectantly, and there’s a falling pit in his stomach. “I-” his voice cracks and his neck burns- “I think of you,” he says in a rushed voice. “I think of how good your mouth feels, how you always leave me pleased and completely drained.” He yelps when fingers twist at his nipple, the skin blooming in red and back arching, hands leaving his face to grasp at the bed. “I- I think of you- It’s always you. How you let such a poor excuse of a demon touch you.” His voice is steadily growing louder, choking through the words and staring up at you. “I’m gross and I’m touching you, a filthy, yucky otaku-” with each word his voice grows louder until it’s booming against the walls, the glass of his aquarium shaking, making the poor fish swim around anxiously- “who thinks of fucking you when I jerk off.” 

He’s pitiful. Messy, purple hair that sticks to his forehead with sweat, orange eyes tinted with blue shine under tears that have yet to be shed, few tear streaks wet at his face, falling down to the pillow under him, the dark gray pillowcase darkens under him. Your hand cradles his face and for the first time in the night, his chest feels light, he can breathe, staring at your parted lips and wanting to kiss them. He purses his lips and jerks his head towards your, eyes closing slowly- just one kiss, something so simple and innocent that he wants. 

He’s pulled back with a soft click of your tongue, your head shaking in a denial that you give him. “Tsk, tsk.” Your hand is still gentle and it’s intoxicating to have you touch him. His cock warms your insides, pulsing and aching, his entire control kept in check in order to not disobey and let himself ravage your weaker body. There’s a horrible thought in his head as you lay limp in his arms as he pushes inside your body, kissing at your wet lips and meeting the dazed look in your eyes. “Only good boys get to kiss me.” Your lips are so close to his and your free hand rests on the curve of his breast. “Are you a good boy, Levi?” The tip of your nose grazes at his and he’s never been so weak in his entire life, never so full of want and hunger to force himself to move so he can kiss your lips. 

“No,” he breathes out. His tongue peeks out, the soft, pink tip lapping at his lips. “I’m horrible.” He thinks he’d kill for just a simple kiss. “Make me a good boy, please.” He calls your name, he dares to utter the breath of his love in such a hopeless voice, wanting to reach above with curling hands. 

He gasps when your lips are pressed against his- slipping past, slick with something sour, tongue slipping past and entering his mouth. If it were any other day, he’d slip his tongue in your mouth and have you choke, but for now, he remains unable to, completely at your will. He’s certain now- he really would kill for just a simple kiss from you.

It’s shameful and he won’t live it down for the next odd years, but the kiss is enough to send him over the edge. He keeps his lips pressed to yours, bruising almost as he pushes himself against you, cock twitching and a soft rut of his hips as he spills his seed inside of you. It’s a thick, heavy flow, filling you and his hands are moving, flat against your back and curing against the back of your head, pushing you closer to him. His mouth opens and he whines, salivating as you let out a stifled moan. Filthy and wet, his slick sliding out of you, coating his cock with semen, the scales that line around him are lost under him. 

He’s delirious, humping you, his face dazed and eyes rolled to the back of his head, a heavy blush across his face as you let him do all the work. While endurance was never his strongest suit, he absolutely loses himself over you, his thrusts becoming sloppier- a lewd, wet shucking sound fills the room, your breasts bouncing and it’s humiliating at how riled he becomes. He pants like a bitch in heat, and he can hear just how pathetic he sounds, croaking and gasping for breath. 

You’re slick, your walls molded around him, the soft walls that envelop him in a warm hug, make him twitch. He’s whining, chest vibrating against yours, his stiff nipples pressed against your soft chest. Every pull of your body makes him murmur a slurred version of your name, mind hazy as he continues to rut inside of you, feeling the burning heat in his lower stomach return, aching and tightening, having him kick out his legs as his body starts to grow rigid and antsy. 

“Such a whore, Levi.” Your lips brush against the shell of his ear, lowering yourself on his cock, the base of it stretching your wet sex. The curve of his cock pushes against a spot, eliciting a strangled moan from you. You clench tighter around him, your plush walls squishing around him- silky and plush, against his cock. “Acting like you’ve never fucked a cunt before.” Your words low, lowering your head to kiss at his neck, wet spots that glisten against his skin.

“Not-” he’s interrupted by a moan, hands clawing against you, pressing you close to his flush body- “not as good as yours.” His hands release you and you immediately rise. Your smile is breathless and coy, chest rising and dropping as you stare down at him. Your eyes soften for just a moment, and his own hands come to pinch at his nipples, the soft tissue of his breast squished under his hands. He must look pitiful- a look akin to that of a hurt animal if your gaze on him is anything to go by. He knows how he must look. A flushed face tinted in a rosy red, eyes that shine with tears, lashes that catch the fallen drops and a tear-stained face, puffy, reddened lips that part with each gasp of air. He must look wretched. 

Your hand curves around his cheek and he leans into your touch. “How sweet-” your smile returns into a more stretched version, teeth hidden behind your lips- “my dear Leviathan.” He wonders if you can hear the way that his heart beats. His mouth parts and there’s a sick perversion where he wants you to spit on him, to treat him like the disgusting pervert that he truly is. “Are you close?” Your nails drag along his skin and he can only nod, eyes flickering to where your skin slaps against his. “You know that you’re only allowed to because of me, correct?” Your eyes glint with something that he cannot place. “No matter what anyone says,” your voice lowers and it’s erotic to him, something like a drug that he’s never taken and makes him all more weak to you, “you’re nothing more than a living toy.” He jerks inside of you and his stomach begins to ache. “A pretty, little demon that I get to fuck.” He so desperately wants to touch you. “You’re nothing more than a filthy, yucky otaku.” His nails pierce into the skin of his breasts, blood dotting along him. Your eyes dart to his chest before returning to his eyes, lowering until the tip of your nose brushes against his. “Don’t ruin yourself Levi, save that for me.” Your lips meet his and he does as he is told. 

His hands leave his chest and he pushes you onto him, spilling his seed into your cunt, feeling the way that your walls tighten and pulse, the heavy beating of your body and the heat that floods out. He’s moaning into you, muffled and drowning out your gasped version of his name that escapes your lips. 

His cock is wet as he lays beside you. He’s curled against your side, a softening cock that sticks against your thigh, body curved so his head rests on your chest. He lays above you, eyes wet as you pet his hair. “You had such a lovely look on you, Levi.” He can feel your lips kiss at the crown of his head. “It made you look so handsome.” He lets out a weak cry, nodding as tears slip past his closed eyes, nuzzling closer to your chest as your hand lowers to soothe against his back. You shush him gently as he begins to rut against your thigh.

[wtfevenismypage]

Satisfaction Brought It Back

Summary: Ever since the fated night of passion you shared with the resident genius, things have been rather... Interesting

Warnings:SMUT(unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), Penetration, Oral(Male recieving), Anal play, Anal, Sir kink, Spanking kink, Overstimulation., Bondage) Cursing

A/N: This is literally just straight up porn with no plot

READ PART ONE HERE

SMUT BELOW THE CUT-

If there was one thing you learned in the few weeks after fucking Spencer Reid it was that he was constantly aching for your body.

He would never stop teasing you throughout the days. Whether it just be a hand on your thigh or full on fucking you in the bathroom. There really was no in between.

And when you two weren't busy, tangled up in each other, your mind was still wandering to him. How he gave you gentle smiles across the round table that left you all flustered. When after a tough case he spent the night at your house just cuddling you and letting you cry into his chest.

He was so kind to you it almost hurt. He always stopped when you wanted him to, listened to everything you said and made sure you were comfy before and even while fucking you.

But that wasn’t what you wanted. 

What you wanted was for him to fuck you until you couldn’t anymore. You wanted him to just use your body and treat it however he wanted and to mark it so much.

You wanted nothing more than for him to use you.

“Fuck!”

You cried out, the feeling of Spencer fucking himself into you erasing every other sense, His hands holding your legs to your chest as you lay on your back. 

“Look at you, so pretty around me huh? So fucking perfect.”

You can only let moans out as he keeps pounding you, both of your bodies coated in a thick layer of sheen sweat, glittering in the dim light of his bedroom. He lowered his body, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as you both quickly reach your climaxes, cumming hard at pretty much the same time.

He quickly disposes of the condom around his cock and curls up next to you, letting your naked bodies tangle up.

“Fucking hell. You just rearranged my guts and You won’t even say anything after huh?”

“Actually, it’s completely possible for someone with a long enough penis to reposition someones insides, and it  would be unbearably painful, not life threatening, but extremely painful and would require multiple trips to the E.R.”

A breathy laugh leaves your lips as he continues to rant about rearranging someones guts while fucking, until his phone rings.

“Goddammit.”

He mutters, grabbing his phone and putting it up to his ear where Hotch’s voice rings out.

“Alright, we’ll be there soon.”

“A case?”

“Yep.”

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When you and Spencer arrive back at his apartment after the case, you initially just flop back on the bed, laying limp on it as Spencer strips himself out of his suit.

“Ugggggh. I’m so tired. I don’t think I can move.”

“Not even for me?”

“Listen, you may be a ball of energy when it comes to sex, but I’m not. Just go ahead and use my body however you want. Tie me up if it makes it easier. Oh fuck that actually sounds kind of fun...”

You had said that as a complete joke. But now?

Now you’re tied up, you’re knees tied to your chest and laying on your legs with your wrists tied together behind your back. 

And were you upset about it?

Not at all.

You can’t really see what he’s doing, but you can feel the way he plunges deep into you, pausing to tell you something.

“You can cum as much as you want okay? Don’t hold back.”

A quick smack is delivered to your ass, and you have a feeling that’s just the first of very many to come. 

You can feel him bend over, his lips chuckling against your earlobe gently as you focus on nothing more than his dick throbbing inside of you, the light heat on your ass still fresh.

“And tonight? It’s sir to you.”

He whispers, causing a very unholy noise that sounded too much like “Orghgh” to have been anything else to slip out of your mouth.

Then, raising his body again, he continues to thrust into you at an inhuman pace, the feeling hitting you just right as you just moan out profanities. It’s so interesting, the way you’re restricted and wrapped up like a gift for him. 

“What baby? You like being all tied up for me?”

You try to speak, but his sharp thrusts make your voice waver every time his hips bump up against your ass, making him chuckle a little bit.

“Yes sir!”

His hand meets your ass again, massaging it gently as you whimper at the slowly fading heated sting that you wish for more of.

You knew that you wanted this, but you didn’t know you wanted it. They way his big hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and just admiring the way your tight hole gripped around nothing, and how your wet cunt sucked him in, squeezing him tight.

“Fuck...”

He rasped, one finger circling your asshole, eliciting a loud gasp from you when he slowly prods the finger in.

“S-Spencer!”

Yelps fall out of your mouth as his finger and cock move in sync, thrusting both holes at a fast pace. It stings at first, but the more he does it, the more pleasurable it becomes.

“Ohhhhh, so you like your little asshole being filled huh? Like how I’m fucking it?”

“Yes sir... Yes sir!”

Wow. Just wow. You didn’t know how much you wanted this. How much you just wanted him to control you fully, to just tie you up and fuck you like this.

He inserts a second finger, hooking it down briefly before scissoring them apart and stretching you out, lowering himself and spitting directly into the suckling hole.

“Fuck! Fuck yes!”

You can feel your sweet release build up already as he continues thrusting into you, Filling your insides up with fire. He doesn’t let up even after you cum, suddenly becoming much tighter around his cock.

“I can feel you pulsing around me baby. You’re so sensitive for the first orgasm of the night huh?”

First-

First orgasm of the night!?

Well, this is either going to be the best thing in the world...

Or the worst.

But from what’s happened so far, it’s the best.

His fingers slip out of your tight asshole abruptly, delivering more than ten sudden spanks in the span of four seconds, overwhelming your senses before pulling his cock out of your cunt and spitting on your already-tightening asshole before spitting on his own cock and plunging into your tight ring of muscles.

A light scream escapes your lips when you toss your face into the pillows, his fingers now inserting themselves into your dripping wet cunt and curling down, torturing you with pleasure and pain while his other hand continues beating your ass cheeks.

“Look at you baby, so perfect and pretty huh?”

“Yes sir!”

You couldn’t get enough of of the sharp, overwhelming feeling he was practically spoon feeding you. It’s sharp, especially when your climax begins building up again, hitting you like a train wreck.

“Oh, there’s number two. Got one more for me baby? huh?”

You can feel one brewing already as he pulls out of your ass, going back to your eager and throbbing cunt and pushing in, fingers going back in your stretched asshole.

“I got another sir! Please si AH-”

You get cut off by the intense and sharp feeling of his left fingers working circles around your swollen clit.

“Spe- Sir!”

You cry out, jerking forward and struggling against the restraints as he remains relentless in his never-ending fucking.

Or so you thought it was never ending.

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier with every jut of his hips, the overwhelming feelings surrounding you making tears stream down your eyes as you feel his cock throb violently inside of you.

“Same time baby?”

You could only groan and moan as he lightly laughed, planting himself deep inside of your wet cunt and moaned loudly.

“Now.”

With his one word, you cum for the third time, your entire body shaking in the knots of rope and leather.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!”

He rasps, cumming deep inside of your cunt. The feeling was euphoric, white streaks of hot cum painting your abused walls as you came for the third and final time. The feeling was so raw and sharp, it felt so real.

When your high dies down, Spencer pulls out, admiring your quivering body one last time before untying you and carrying you to the bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up huh?”

By cleaned up, he meant have another round in the bath, filling you up a second time with pure love and passion.

CRIMINAL MINDS TAGLIST(OPEN) @pinkdiamond1016 @spencer-reids-snow-white @sheepfather @eusuntgroot @libradolan @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @zhangyixingxing1 @secretpickleprofessordean @aquarius-pisces-rose @hopebaker @law-nerd105 @roses-and-grasses @damonwhitlock

[freddie-weaselbee]

Everything You Do

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, love potion, small argument but honestly really fluffy

Summary: Y/N tries to get back at Fred for years of pranks, only to have her plan blow up in her face and she has to suffer the consequences for 48 hours. 

Request: @darthwheezely i literally loved writing this so much and now magic’s gonna be stuck in my head for the next week so thanks for that

Word Count: 7.9k yeah I may have gotten a little carried away

Song: Magic by One Direction

A/N: For the sake of the story One Direction exists in the 90′s and Hogwarts has Muggle radios. Also I spent my Valentine’s Day writing this instead of actually doing something romantic because Fred owns my heart and real men don’t compare. That’s my excuse. 

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“This is a really dumb idea.”

“I know, that’s what makes it so fun!”

Angelina Johnson was standing guard outside of a small broom closet while you were mixing together dozens of ingredients you had swiped from Snape’s storage room. He had been distracted punishing the troublemaking twins, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab everything you needed. Ironic how they were the ones who made it possible for you to enact your plan against them. 

“I still can’t believe you roped me into this.” Angelina was one of your best friends since your first year at Hogwarts. The two of you had been inseparable for years, which meant she always had your back, even if that consisted of concocting a love potion for a certain redhead Gryffindor. 

You added the last of your ingredients and continued to stir, being careful not to mess up the very specific directions for this spell. “C’mon Angie,” you said, “you know you want to get him back as much as I do.”

Angelina sighed heavily but didn’t argue. The two of you were usually on the receiving end of pranks from Fred and George and anything you ever planned to do to get them back failed miserably. But the second you overheard them talking about making love potions to sell an idea formed in your mind. 

“It’s finished.” You poured the cauldron’s contents into a small vial before cleaning up any traces of your unlicensed actions. This small potion was about to make your life a lot more interesting. “You can get us into the kitchens, right Angie?”

The girl nodded and led you out of the closet and down abandoned corridors. Angelina’s prefect status had been extremely helpful in many cases, as no one would question why the two of you were out late. You could barely contain yourself as you thought about the chaos that would be happening in less than 24 hours. And by God did Fred Weasley deserve all that was coming to him. 

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You had everything planned out. Angelina and you spent the night baking the potion into some brownies with the help of the house elves, a treat you knew Fred wouldn’t be able to resist. The plan was simple. 

Angelina had asked George the other night if he would want to go on an early morning walk and get in some extra Quidditch practice, so it would only be Fred and Lee in their dorm room when they woke up. The way the potion worked was that, once consumed, the first person the victim makes eye contact with is the person they fall madly in love with for 48 hours. And you and Angelina had decided on the perfect person to be on the receiving end of Fred’s love. Lee Jordan. 

While both Fred and George were responsible for the annoying pranks, Fred was always the instigator, which meant it was he who deserved revenge. Angelina had a soft spot for George and didn’t want to involve him in this prank. However, she had no reservations about seeing Lee, the boy who constantly flirted with her during Quidditch games, suffer from Fred’s pining for a few days. 

You made your way to the boys dormitory, bouncing with excitement of the prospect of messing with the boy who would tease you to no end. You knocked loudly on the door, which you knew would only put Fred in a bad mood. But you didn’t care. He’d be feeling nothing but love and bliss shortly.

The door was jerked open and a tall mess of ginger hair was standing in front of you, clothed in only a pair of boxers that had cute little Gryffindor lions on them. You had to stifle a laugh and remind yourself that it’s probably not polite to knock on someone’s door early in the morning and proceed to stare at their crotch. 

“What the bloody hell do you want?” he groaned, eyes still half closed. 

“That’s not a nice way to greet someone who just brought you food, now is it Freddie?” His face changed as he registered your voice and finally opened his eyes wide enough to see you. A slight blush formed on his face as he realized the little clothing he was wearing, but it was quickly replaced by his signature cocky smile. 

“And what can I do for you this morning, love?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the brownies from behind you, one of them normal and the other containing the love potion. “Angelina and I snuck out to the kitchens last night and snagged a bunch of brownies. I’ll give you one if you promise to leave me out of your pranks, at least for a little bit. I’m tired of waking up to centipedes in my bed and green dye dripping from my hair.”

Fred laughed and snatched the brownie you handed to him. “I appreciate the negotiation, darling, but it’s gonna take a lot more than some baked goods to get me out of your hair. Just ask my mum.” 

He was about to take a bite from the brownie, you knew this was it. “You’re insufferable Weasley, I’ll see you in class.” You turned and walked away, counting the minutes until the fun would begin. A door slammed behind you and you assumed Fred had gone back to his bed. With a skip in your step you made your way back to your dorm. 

You were about to open the door when you felt a rough hand on your shoulder. You gasped and spun around to see Fred towering over you. 

“Sorry to scare you love, but I needed to ask you something.” Before you could stop yourself you looked up at him. In his right hand was the half eaten brownie. His eyes caught yours and you watched, horrified, as they glazed over. The spell had worked. But now you were the target of Fred’s love. 

“Oh Godric, oh no.” 

Fred’s expressions suddenly changed. His previous cheeky and somewhat nervous grin was gone, replaced with a lovesick smile. “Have you always looked this beautiful?”

You screamed and pushed him into your dorm room, casting a locking charm from the outside. You hoped Fred didn’t have his wand and that would buy you some time. 

Sprinting back to Fred and Lee’s dorm you threw open the door and practically jumped on the dark haired boy sleeping tangled in his sheets. 

“Lee, wake up wake up!”

He groaned and slapped your arm away but you wouldn't give up. It took all of your might but you rolled him off of his bed, and he gasped loudly as his limp body hit the floor.  

“You’re an arse, you know that right?”

Lee finally sat up after he realized that pretending to be asleep would not stop you from frantically shaking him. As he rubbed his eyes and moved to get off the floor he saw the scared look that adorned your face. 

“Lee…” you said in a panic, “I messed up.”

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George, true to his nature, was absolutely no help. Angelina had brought them back up early so she could check up on the plan, only to walk in on you groaning into Fred’s bed and Lee yelling about how you deserved it for trying to prank him. It only took a few minutes to fill George in, and he and Lee were both beside themselves imagining the possibilities of this turn of events. 

“Guys shut up,” you said, slamming your head into one of Fred’s pillows. “This is serious. How am I supposed to deal with Fred being in love with me for two days?”

“I don’t know Y/N,” Lee began mockingly, “it must be really difficult. Not something you would want anyone to have to experience, huh?”

You threw the pillow at his face. “You deserved it Jordan, Angelina agrees.”

The other girl nodded hesitantly. “I did think it would be great to see Fred madly in love with Lee, but now that this has happened…” her face shone with a sly grin that was so rare to find on the prefect, “I think I want to see it play out.”

“You are all horrible people.”

George moved to sit next to you and rub your back. “Hey, don’t worry, love. Maybe the potion isn’t as bad as you thought? Maybe Fred’s not going as crazy as you expected.”

He was. 

As you opened the door to your dorm you were engulfed in a bone crushing hug, one very similar to Molly Weasley’s embraces. “I missed you so much, don’t ever leave me for that long again!”

George and Lee had to walk away because they were laughing so much, leaving Angelina to stare at the scene in front of her. 

“Umm, Fred,” she asked, peering into the bedroom, “what the hell did you do in here?”

Fred released you from his hold and you could finally see the mess that he created. Everything you owned was pulled from your trunks and scattered across the floor. Your uniform, your books, even your underwear was haphazardly thrown onto your sheets. 

You and your roommate were glaring daggers at the boy in front of you, but if he noticed he didn’t care. 

“You like it?” he asked. “I wanted to be as close to Y/N as I could while she was gone, so I spread all of her belongings out to make it feel like she was right next to me.” He said the last few words with a dramatic sigh and you smacked your head, hoping it would knock you out of whatever nightmare you were in. 

You grabbed his hands in yours and led him back to his room, hoping too many people wouldn’t see him clad in only his underwear. “C’mon Freddie, let's get you dressed. We have a long two days ahead of us. 

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You didn’t know if having most of your classes with Fred was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, at least he wasn’t skipping class to be with you all day and you could keep a close eye on him. On the other hand, you already had lost 50 house points and it wasn’t even lunch yet. 

“You look stunning with your hair pulled back like that.” Instead of doing his potions assignment, Fred was bent over resting his head on his hand and staring at you mixing together your ingredients. 

“And you look like an idiot standing like that, get back to work before we get in trouble again.” You thought that if you were rude to Fred then maybe he would get the hint and back off. But your potion turned out to be stronger than expected, and nothing you did could get him away from you. 

He pushed a strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear, letting his fingers linger for a few seconds. It made you blush furiously but you didn’t want to give the boy any satisfaction. “Back to work Fred, now.”

The ginger sighed and grabbed a few ingredients, not checking to see what they were. He hummed and danced around the table, throwing them in while he quietly sang a familiar tune. 

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your own cauldron, before his hands were on your chin and your faces were inches away from each other. “Everything you do is magic, love. I could watch you all day.”

“I’m a witch, dummy. Of course everything I do is magic.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He went back to throwing random ingredients into his pot and you couldn’t help but laugh at the lovesick mess standing in front of you. That is, until the cauldron exploded. 

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Y/L/N, you insufferable idiots.” Of course Snape would blame you too. “Detention tonight.”

You groaned and slammed your head onto the table, but Fred just wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Isn’t that great? Now we can spend even more time together.”

“Don’t remind me Weasley.”

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The rest of the day had gone by surprisingly smoothly. George and Lee tried to distract Fred for a few hours to give you a little peace and quiet, but he always found his way back to your side. You started to attract odd glances as you moved through the castle with Fred’s hands intertwined with yours and his constant complimenting that made you turn even deeper shades of red. 

You tried to avoid public spaces as much as possible. If people saw the way Fred was acting around you it wouldn’t take long for them to piece everything together and recognize the effects of a semi-illegal love potion. And you really didn’t want to be known as the girl who forced someone to fall in love with you, even if it was a complete accident. 

However, dinner was difficult. Fred walked into the Great Hall with his arm draped over your shoulder, booping your nose and handing you a flower he had picked from the courtyard. You blushed and quickly put it in the pocket of your robe, hoping no one would notice. But they did. 

“Finally!” someone shouted, and you turned to the Hufflepuff table to see Cedric Diggory yelling. “MacMillan, you owe me 5 galleons!”

You furrowed your brow in confusion and turned to look at Angelina and George, who avoided eye contact with you. “Guys, what is he talking about?”

The four of you sat down, followed by Lee. Fred’s arm stayed stuck to you, even when you tried to shove him off. Angelina looked a little sheepish as she took a seat in front of you. 

“Well, we tried to keep it from you and Fred because we didn’t want it to get awkward, but…”

“Everyone has bets on when they thought you two were gonna shag, or at least snog or get together or something,” Lee piped up. 

You looked between the faces of your friends, searching for a joke. “You’re kidding. I know you’re kidding.”

George just shook his head and gave a small laugh. “Nope. Everyone’s in on it too. Even heard McGonagall and Dumbledore discussing their bets.”

Your jaw dropped and you looked up at Fred. “Did you know about this?” 

“The only thing I know, bunny, is how incredibly adorable you are.” He leaned his head on your shoulder and nuzzled himself into you, breathing in your scent. 

Your mind started to race with what this meant. “Oh no, now everyone’s going to be paying attention to us! How am I supposed to explain it in two days when suddenly we’re back to normal and everyone’s asking what happened? I’m gonna be in so much trouble…”

“Better you than me,” said Lee, who was growing increasingly more glad that your plan backfired and he wasn’t the one having to deal with Fred. 

“I hate this so much.” You tried your best to eat your dinner in peace, but with people congratulating you and passing around money the entire meal you started to lose your appetite. You completely lost it when you saw George grab a few sickles from a Ravenclaw student. 

“You bet on this too?” He shrugged sheepishly and looked down to count the coins in his hands. “I told you, everyone knew you were gonna get together, might as well place my own bets on it.”

“Are you forgetting Georgie,” you said, starting to get angry with him, “that we’re not together?”

A few confused heads turned your way and you immediately quieted down. If you had to play along, then that was what you would do. 

You stood up and grabbed Fred’s hand in yours. “C’mon, Fred, it’s time for detention. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” They said their goodbyes as you rushed out of the Great Hall, ignoring the comments thrown in your direction. 

The two of you arrived in Snape’s classroom and you practically broke down the door, just ready to get all of this over with. 

“Miss Y/L/N, please refrain from damaging my classroom any more than you and your idiot boyfriend already have.” The greasy professor stood in the corner, flipping through the pages of one of his potions books. 

“He’s not an idiot, professor. And he’s not my--” you stopped yourself from correcting your teacher and instead opted for quietly dragging your ‘boyfriend’ over to where your detention assignment was. 

“I want this room spotless, do you understand me? Not a speck of dust. And if I find out that you two have gotten up to anything...funny--”

“Trust me professor, you don’t have to worry about that.” You looked at Fred whose eyes were glassy and looking at you. You had to admit, the thought of something happening with Fred had crossed your mind in the past, but you knew it was only a fleeting thought. Besides, you would never take advantage of your best friend or anyone for that matter, especially when he was literally under a spell that made him fall in love with you. You’d have to be really careful with anything Fred did while the two of you were alone. 

Snape set out a checklist for your tasks for the night before sweeping his cape dramatically and gliding out of his classroom. 

“So,” Fred began with a sly grin, “now that we’re alone…”

“Not a chance Weasley. You’re under a love potion and I want to get this done quick so I can head to bed and pretend this day never happened. So let’s get to work.”

He pouted and tried to put his arm around your waist but you slapped it away. “I’m serious Fred. If you love me then you’ll help, ok?”

Fred’s expression changed quickly and he nodded with enthusiasm, grabbing all the supplies needed to begin cleaning. You couldn’t help but stare at your best friend gleefully prance around the room, sweeping all of the dust while humming that familiar tune under his breath. 

Your mind went back to what your friends were saying earlier at dinner. Did everyone really think that you two would get together? I mean, you did always flirt with each other, but that was just how you were. Your personalities bounced off of each other so well, which led to you being practically inseparable for the past few years. Even after his pranks and jokes you could never be mad at him for more than a day, and you always found your way back to his side. 

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice that the boy was suddenly right behind you. “Dance with me, my love?” 

As you turned you saw him bowing with an arm extended to you, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him as his long red hair covered his face. “Fred, I told you, nothing’s gonna happen tonight.” 

But he grabbed your hand anyways and pulled you tighter to him. “Who says anything has to happen? This is just a friendly dance with the love of my life.”

“There’s not even any music, how are we supposed to dance?” He dipped you down and pulled you back up to his chest. You hated to admit it, but his lovesick state was growing on you. 

“We can dance to the beats of our hearts, my dear.” And the feelings were gone. You rolled your eyes at his tacky remark and had to remind yourself that this was just a fabrication of love and obsession that was created in a cauldron and consumed by your friend against his will. But some innocent dancing wouldn’t hurt. 

“Fine,” you said, “we can dance for a little bit, but then we work, got it?” 

He cupped your face and his thumb rested on your slightly parted lips. “Anything for you, my love.”

While you hated the cheesiness of Fred’s words, you had to admit that dancing haphazardly around the potions room, knocking over empty cauldrons and vials, was pretty fun. Fred hummed the song he had been humming nonstop for the past few days as he spun you around and pulled you back close. 

There were many instances where he tried to press his lips to yours, but every time you would spin away and distract him with some more dancing. His smile grew wider and wider after every second, and you thought it was a sight you could get used to. You probably would have continued to dance all night, except for the fact that you tripped over the broom Fred used earlier and it reminded you that you had a punishment to fulfill. 

But while you cleaned up the mess you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the ginger boy across the room, and wondering what it would be like to dance with the real him some day. 

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You awoke with an awful crick in your neck and aches all over your body. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you realized that you weren’t in your dorm room lying on your comfy four poster bed. No, you had fallen asleep sitting against a wall of the potions room floor, with Fred laying his head on your lap, still fast asleep. 

You blushed at the position, but selfishly stayed still for a few minutes, staring at the slow rising and falling of Fred’s chest. He’d always been the cuter twin in your opinion. Slightly shorter, but with a rounder face and less bumped nose than his brother. His soft features were a huge contrast to his sharp and blunt personality, and they balanced each other so perfectly. 

He slowly shifted so his head was facing you, still laying on your lap. He looked up through his lashes, smiling softly. 

“Hey beautiful, hope you slept well.” Your heart melted at his words, along with his deep morning voice. But you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. It would never be real. 

“I reckon you slept fine, you had me as a pillow.” You lifted his head and shoved him off of you, standing up to brush yourself off. “I was stuck leaning against these cold walls with a 6’ 3” ginger laying on top of me. Best sleep of my life.” 

That was when the reality of what happened actually kicked in. It was the next morning, and the two of you were still in your clothes from yesterday and still in Snape’s classroom, who was bound to return any minute. 

“Shit.” You grabbed your friends hands and dragged him to the door. “C’mon Freddie, we have to get back to the Common Room before Snape sees us. Or someone else.”

“Who cares who sees love?” He stopped in his tracks which made you fly back into him. “I want the whole world to know how much I love my little angel.”

“I care who sees. And you don’t love me Fred, it’s the spell. C’mon let’s hurry up, please.” No matter how many times you tried to explain the love potion Fred just wouldn’t listen. But he finally decided to follow you through the labyrinth of the dungeon and back to Gryffindor tower. 

You thought you were home free before you heard a voice from behind you. “Looks like someone had a fun night, didn’t she?” 

You increased your pace and shouted back at the laughing figure, clad in green and silver. “Sod off Malfoy, it’s none of your business or anyone else’s for that matter.”

But he just continued to laugh and ran away, probably to tell his goons all about what he saw protruding from Snape’s classroom early in the morning. 

“He’s a real arse, isn’t he, doll?” Fred’s words made a small smile spread on your face, glad that the potion didn’t take all of his personality away. 

“Yeah he is, Freddie. Now let’s get you dressed and ready for class, ok?”

Fred grinned as you spoke the Gryffindor password to the fat lady. “Only if you promise to meet me in the courtyard for lunch. I have a surprise for you bunny.”

You pushed him through the door and back to his room. “Fine, but don’t call me bunny, ok?” He nodded reluctantly. “Oh and Fred?”

The boy turned around and stared at you dopily, hanging on to every word you said. 

“Please give me my tie back. I see it in your pocket.”

Fred sighed and gave you his best puppy dog eyes, which almost worked. But he eventually grabbed the tie and handed it to you. “Just wanted something to remember you by, that’s all rabbit.”

“I think that’s worse than bunny. Now get dressed and meet me back here for class. And if anyone asks you where we were last night, you lie, ok? We were in our dorms.”

He nodded so hard you thought his head would fall off. “Yes ma’am! How about a goodbye kiss?”

You sighed and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s all you get. Now off you go Weasley.”

Fred skipped back into his dorm room and started singing some song, which quickly turned into a scream, making you assume that one of his roommates had attacked him for waking them up so early. One day down, one to go. Easy, right? But what scared you was you didn’t know if you wanted this to end or if you wanted it to continue forever. 

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“He’s insufferable, Angie. How am I supposed to deal with this again? Especially alone.” It was only minutes away from when Fred was supposed to take you out to lunch, and you really didn’t want to see him, especially since you had no idea how to feel about him now. 

Angelina smiled at you and sat down in the courtyard. “He can’t be that bad. It’s Fred!”

You gave her an ‘are you serious’ look. She nodded in understanding. “Yeah, ok it’s probably bad.”

“I just want things to go back to normal,” you groaned. “But that won’t even happen, because everyone thinks we’re dating now! Oh he’s gonna hate me when the potion wears off.”

“As if Fred could ever hate you, Y/N. You’re his favorite person, he’s said so himself.” Her words were not helping the internal crisis you were having.

“But what is everyone going to think? There’s no way they’ll believe we broke up after two days, and it’s not like Fred would play along and fake date me. I’m doomed.”

“You’re overdramatic, that’s what you are. We’ll figure it out, ok? And Fred will help once he’s back to normal. He could never get mad at you.”

“I hope you’re right. I just wish that he’d keep everything quiet and not make any big scenes.” The second you said that you saw Fred approaching you, but not from the ground. No, the drama queen decided to fly down on a broom, attracting everyone’s attention. “Oh great.”

“Have fun on your date you lovebirds!” Angelina called after you. You flipped her off as you walked to where Fred had landed. 

“Hello lovely, care for a ride?” Everyone was staring at you and you wanted nothing more than to get out of there. A display like this probably wouldn’t have bothered you if it was with someone you were actually dating, but the more people saw you and Fred together the more complicated an explanation would be. 

So you hopped on the back of his broom and whispered for him to fly away, fast. You zoomed through the air, away from the castle and down toward the Black Lake. 

The strong lake air filled your nose as your hair whipped around your face at top speed. You wrapped your arms around Fred tighter as he made twists and turns in every direction, causing you to scream and laugh at his antics. 

The afternoon sky was beautiful, and you took a mental note to do this again sometime, preferably with the man sitting in front of you. 

Fred finally landed the broom on an open piece of land, wildflowers blooming all around and the wind whistling in your ears. 

He grabbed your hand as you stepped off the broom and led you to a spot set up with a blanket and a basket of food. 

“Freddie…” It was too much for you to take in. This love potion must have been powerful stuff to make him go out of his way to do this for you. 

“Come here, dove, let’s eat.” 

You were speechless as you sat down on the blanket and were handed an assortment of foods, from mini sandwiches to grapes and strawberries to cupcakes for dessert. Fred grinned at the shocked expression on your face. 

“Fred, I...I don’t know what to say.” 

“Then don’t say anything, love.” He leaned in toward you, eyes flicking down to your lips. His beautiful, soft lips. At the last second before your lips met you grabbed a grape and plopped it into his mouth. Fred looked surprised at first, but he quickly recovered and did the same thing to you, feeding you a grape that he grabbed from the basket. This quickly turned into a food fight, with the two of you grabbing handfuls of fruit and chucking them at each other, diving out of the way and making barricades to protect yourselves.

You were laughing harder than you ever had before, so much so that the two of you lost track of time. 

“Oh, shoot, Fred. It’s probably time for our next class.” You tried to grab all of the supplies and pull him over to his broom, but his big hands wrapped around you from behind and held you in place. 

“Don’t leave, darling. I want to spend every minute of every day with you.” He rocked you from side to side, his words sending shivers down your back. You knew his words weren’t his. Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t the real Fred Weasley talking. But that didn’t stop you for pretending that it was real, at least for a few seconds. 

“Don’t say things like that, Freddie,” you said, unwrapping yourself from his hold. “You’re only making this harder than it already is.”

He followed you to the broom, you carrying the basket and blanket while tangling your arms around him again. You took off into the sky and you closed your eyes, soaking up every ounce of this fleeting beautiful moment. 

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“So how are things with my brother going? Do I hear wedding bells in the future?”

You slapped George upside the head and huffed as you sat down for dinner, ignoring the laughs from your friends. 

“Shut up, George, I’m just glad this day is almost over. All I have to do is make it through dinner and then we can go back to our dorms and go to bed.”

Lee gave you a suggestive smile. “Yeah, our dorms. Just like what you two did last night.”

George started cackling like a hyena and you smashed your hand over Lee’s mouth. “Don’t say one word about that,” you hissed. “Malfoy’s already talking to enough people, I don’t want Fred thinking I took advantage of him and slept with him while he was practically drugged!”

This seemed to get through to the boys and they quieted down. 

“Nothing did happen though, right?” George was starting to get nervous, finally realizing what could’ve happened to his brother in this state. 

You shook your head. “Of course not. Only some dancing and falling asleep in awkward positions.”

“I am so glad that wasn’t me then,” Lee joked, trying to lighten the mood. You smiled slightly and turned to look for the man of the hour. 

“Hey, where is Fred anyways? We haven’t been apart for this long since he ate the brownie.” 

As soon as you spoke your words, Angelina sprinted into the room and sat next to you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen.”

Your eyes went wide at Angelina’s words. “Angie, what are you talking about?”

Suddenly the doors to the Great Hall were flung open, and in rode Fred on his broom, throwing rose petals from a basket he was carrying. 

“Oh no,” you muttered. 

“Oh yes,” said George, who tapped Colin Creevey and asked him to get as many pictures of this as possible. 

Fred made a couple of laps around the hall and landed right in front of you. “Hello, lovely, are you ready for the show?”

You wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table and hide for the rest of eternity, but Lee was holding you in place and you were forced to witness the monstrosity of what was about to happen. 

Fred waved his wand at a nearby Muggle radio that he had planted, and the song he had been humming for the past few days came on, blaring louder than a normal radio should be able to. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Fred began to sing. 

“Baby c’mon over I don’t care if people find out!”

George whistled at the scene and Creevey snapped a photo, the first of many to come. 

“They say that we’re no good together and it’s never gonna work out.”

You scanned the room frantically, looking for someone to help you out of this situation. But even Dumbledore looked intrigued as he sat back in his seat. 

“But, baby, you got me moving too fast,”

He kicked some food off of the table and it landed next to Malfoy, splattering his face with warm mashed potatoes. 

“Cause I know you wanna be bad,”

Fred started to do a very provocative dance move involving his broom and you could hear dozens of girls cheering for him. 

“And girl, when you’re looking like that, I can’t hold back!”

He held your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead before jumping on his broom and flying around the room, singing the chorus of the song at the top of his lungs. 

“Cause you, you’ve got this spell on me!”

Oh if only he knew. 

“I don’t know what to believe”

He did a loop on his broom and winked at you, making you smile against your will. No matter how annoying Fred was, especially under a love spell, he was still cute. 

“Kiss you once, now I can’t leave! Cause everything you do is magic, but everything you do is magic.”

He continued the song getting louder with each verse and making occasional stops to give you a small peck on the cheeks or forehead. 

After what felt like an eternity, the song died down and cheers from every table grew, even the Slytherins getting excited about the display. 

Fred landed next to you and sat down, hugging you tightly into his chest. “I love you, Y/N, with all of my heart.”

You felt yourself give in to your desires and you hugged him back tightly. “I love you too Weasley. More than you’ll ever know.”

He finally released you and you went back to your meals, your red blush not once leaving your face throughout dinner. After you and your friends finished you made your way back to your rooms. 

“I think I’m gonna turn in early Freddie, ok?” You didn’t really give him a chance to respond before you stepped into your room and started getting ready for bed. As you brushed your teeth and put on your pjs, the events from the past few days raced through your head. You pushed the thoughts out of your mind. After tomorrow morning, they wouldn’t matter. You and Fred would be back to your normal friendly selves and you would be struggling to come up with a way to justify the scene he had made in front of the entire school. 

As you pulled the covers up over your body you heard a shy knock on the door. Assuming it was Angelina you yelled for her to come in, only to see Fred standing in the doorway looking at you. 

You sat up slowly and gazed at the tall man, the one you felt yourself falling for even more in the past two days. “What’s up Freddie, are you alright?”

He nodded and made his way to sit on your bed. “I can’t sleep. Wanna sleep here with you. Can I sleep with you my love?”

You blushed at his words but nodded, scooting over to let him crawl into bed with you. You made sure to stay as far away from Fred as possible, but it didn’t help that he was constantly trying to pull you closer. 

“Fred,” you said, shifting out of his hold once again. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re not in your right mind and I don’t want normal Fred to wake up and wonder why we’re laying together.”

“But I wanna be here with you, pumpkin.”

You sat up again and adjusted the pillows underneath him so he would be comfortable. “How about you sleep here and I can lay on the floor, ok? That way I’m still close to you.”

Fred whimpered at the lack of heat from your body, but he nodded as you made a makeshift bed on the ground. Two days in a row sleeping on the floor. You guessed this was payback for ever thinking you could get back at Fred Weasley. 

You slowly fell asleep on the ground, listening to Fred’s soft breathing and your own pounding heart. Everything would be different in the morning. Everything would be normal again. 

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You woke up early again, more aches and pains haunting your body. Groaning, you sat up to look for Fred, but he had disappeared. Had the potion worn off and he decided to head to his own bed? No, it wasn’t a full 48 hours yet, there was still a little time left. 

Your bathroom door shot open and out bounced Fred, looking more energetic than you had ever seen him this early in the morning. 

“Glad you’re up, love. I’ve got something to show you.”

Before you could protest, Fred was dragging you out of the Gryffindor tower and straight to the Astronomy Tower, which was usually empty this time of day. You were still clad in your pajamas but you figured no one would see you this early.

You made your way to the top and saw what Fred had meant. There was another blanket set up, but with a radio sitting on it instead of a basket of food. 

“I figured we could watch the sunrise together, sunshine,” he whispered into your ear, before pulling you onto the blanket with him. 

Fred turned on the radio and some soft music began to play. He threw his arm around your shoulders but you shrugged it off, knowing that the potion was going to wear off any minute now. 

“Y/N?” Fred asked. 

You looked at him tilted your head, gesturing for him to continue. 

“You know I love you, right?”

The look in his eyes made you want to break down. He was so beautiful, sitting in the glow of the sunrise. His eyes gleamed brown and gold, and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in them. 

“Yeah, Freddie. I know. Right now you do.”

Fred looked like he was about to say something else, when he started to get dizzy and he had to steady himself by holding onto your shoulders.

“Fred, are you alright?”

He didn’t answer, but instead took a deep breath and looked up at you. 

Fred shot away faster than a snitch at a Quidditch game, and you knew this was it. Your prank was over. 

“Y/N? What, how…? What’s going on? Did I just say I loved you? Bloody hell…” Fred’s head was spinning and you tried to calm him down. 

“Hey, it’s alright, don’t worry Fred.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him closer to you. “What do you remember?”

You didn’t know how this specific love potion worked in regards to memories. Whether Fred would completely forget the last two days or if he would remember them completely, you had no idea. Either way you planned on filling him in on everything. He deserved to know. 

“I, umm, I remember eating a brownie, and, and I needed to tell you something, but you looked too beautiful and I couldn’t. And all I wanted to do was tell you how amazing and incredible you are...and there was detention, and a picnic, and--did I really sing that song to you in front of everyone?”

You laughed at the boy who finally felt the embarrassment of his actions. “Yes you did Freddie, but it’s not your fault.”

He furrowed his brow at you. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you began, “you know how you’re an insufferable twat who likes to prank me all the time?”

Fred smiled and gently nudged your shoulder. “That I do know, continue.”

“So, Angelina and I decided to get back at you, using my expertise in potions.”

His face dropped. “Potions? What potions? Did you use a potion on me?”

You felt horrible having to explain this to your friend. While nothing bad happened during the last two days, you couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Fred. “You see, we sort of concocted a love potion to give you, as a joke--”

“What?” he screamed incredulously. 

You jumped as he spoke and he pulled his hands back from you. 

“A love potion? Are you serious?”

“I-I’m sorry Freddie, we didn’t think you’d get this upset, it was honestly--”

“So this… all of this?” Fred looked as if he was going to explode. He was tugging at his hair so hard you expected him to pull it out. “You toyed with me? You played with my feelings? So everything I’ve felt for you the last year has been nothing more than a stupid love potion?”

You were taken aback by his harsh words, dumbstruck by the side of Fred you’d never seen before. He was furious, and not at Snape or Malfoy like usual. He was furious with you. 

“Fred, what--”

“I can’t believe you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since the summer and now I find out that my feelings aren’t even real, just one big joke. Is that all I am? Just a joke to you?”

What was he talking about? The potion didn’t make up false memories of love. He shouldn’t have been in love with you for longer than the 48 hours. You reached forward to put your hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off. 

“Freddie,” you began, “we gave you the potion two days ago. Everything else was...not our doing. I promise you that. We just thought it would be a fun joke and we knew it would rub off quickly. But I swear, we haven’t been toying with you. I care about you too much to do that.”

You’d never seen Fred look more confused in his entire life, and that was counting the time that you took polyjuice to make yourself look like him and convince him that you were his long lost triplet. 

“You...I...only two days?” He turned to face the edge of the tower, staring into the sunrise. You moved with him and ended up sitting in front of him, so close that you were practically on his lap. 

“I gave you the potion thinking that you were going to fall in love with Lee. But you of course had to ruin the plan and fall in love with me instead. Everything you’ve been feeling for the past two days in fake. But other than that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your brain was racing with possibilities of what he could mean about the last year. It settled on one, but there was no way that could be it. 

You rubbed your thumb over Fred’s knuckles soothingly as you watched him try to comprehend what was going on. “So, the butterflies I got when I saw you in a swimsuit over the summer? The way my heart beats faster every time you look at me? The way I can feel myself falling in love with everything you do? That’s not...that’s not fake?”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. Butterflies? Heart beating? Falling in love? “Fred, if this is some sort of reverse joke to get back at me it’s not funny at all.”

He shifted and pulled you into a tight hug as he noticed your vulnerability, so uncommon with you. “Of course this isn’t a joke, love. But you have to tell me, was it all real? Please tell me it was all real and that the potion’s over with now.”

You smiled and felt small tears prick your eyes. “The potions over, Freddie. Whatever you felt before and whatever you feel now...it’s real. There’s no spell on you anymore.”

Fred pulled back from the hug and cupped your cheek in his hands. His eyes seared into yours and you never wanted to look away. “Y’know,” you whispered, “sometimes I wonder if you’ve got me under a spell.”

Fred laughed and twisted your hair in his fingers. You thought he had never looked more handsome laughing at you in the morning light. “That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard you say, love.”

You scoffed at his remark. “You got up and sang that to me in front of the entire school!” you nearly shouted, slapping his chest. 

“Yeah, while I was literally under a love potion that you gave me! Just that desperate for me, are you?”

You knew he was joking, but he was poking at the truth. “Maybe I am Freddie, maybe I--”

But you didn’t have time to finish, because you were cut off by his lips on yours. It caught you by surprise, but it wasn’t long until you melted into the kiss. His one hand rested on the small of your back and the other moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. 

You sighed into the long overdue kiss and crawled on top of the love of your life, straddling his hips.

Your hands played with his hair like they had countless times before, but this time it was different. This time it really meant something, to the both of you. Fred pulled you closer and you shifted so you were pushing him onto his back. Unfortunately, neither of you were very aware of your surroundings and his head hit the radio, forcing it to change stations. 

The two of you giggled and continued to make out in the morning sun, but you stopped once you heard the song that came on. 

“Is that…” you asked. 

“It can’t be. There’s no way.”

But the radio was without a doubt playing the song that the whole school was now familiar with. You sat up and stared at Fred, eyes asking him if he somehow planned this. 

Fred just shrugged and pulled you back onto him. “Must be magic love.” You smiled and went in to kiss him again. As the song ended Fred spoke the last lyrics into you, sending shivers down your spine. 

“But everything you do is magic.”

[tenthgrove]

500 Followers Celebration!!!: Part 2 (Yandere Sorbet and Gelato Oneshot)

Apologies for almost forgetting to post this. It's a little something I wrote back in May but never shared with more than a few people. Anyway, I'm shameless, and to celebrate 500 followers I'm releasing it into the wild.

Content warnings: non-consensual drug use, needles (both only mentioned) and typical yandere stuff.

You aren’t certain what the dream was about. It wasn’t a nightmare, you’re certain, but the concrete themes evade you. What you can remember in retrospect, however, is the distinct feeling that something was wrong in the waking world around you. It was as though your rational mind knew, that when the dream ended, the life you would wake up to would be changed irreparably.

The first thing to be said about the room you awake to is that it’s dark. Not the usual dark of your bedroom at night but truly, pitch black. There’s something different about the… aura, as well. Maybe it’s the scent, maybe it’s the feel of your sheets, maybe its the position you’re lying in. This is not your bed.

Your panic rises by the second. Any hope you might still be dreaming is quickly put down to idle hope. Everything about this feels so real. You are struck by the need to get up, to figure out where you are, and kick off the sheets. That’s when you hear rattling. Your arm is heavy. You reach down and feel the cold presence of limp chain at your side. There’s a shackle too, locked around your wrist with no room to wriggle free. If there’s any more proof you needed of what’s happened to you, this is it.

The panic overtakes you. You thrash desperately, pulling at your chain and whimpering in terror. There’s a clicking noise and something pulls free. You become aware of a second item tied around your wrist. It’s a thin string, with nothing attached. You realise with terror that it was some sort of trip-wire.

All possible courses of action spring to your mind too late as footsteps make their way down towards you. There’s multiple people, it sounds like, which doesn’t speak well for your chances. Bundling up your sheets, you huddle against the wall as the door swings open. A light switch flicks on.

As your dark-strained eyes adjust to the light, you are met with the figures of two men. The first, hand still lingering on the switch as he eyes you back, is a slender, dark-dressed man with black hair to match his clothes. The man beside him is smaller and slightly pudgier. His wild green eyes peak out from under his messy yellow hair. His gaze fixes on you, before dissolving into an expression that could be fear, excitement or both. He suddenly lurches forwards. His hands grip your shoulders firmly.

“Oh, look at you!” he coos. You force yourself to meet his gaze and see the wildness with which he looks at you. “Oh Sorbet, aren’t they pretty! Look at them Sorbet, they’re just wonderful!” The hyperactive man stumbles back as though wanting to get a better look at you. His hand is clasped over his mouth like you’re some puppy he just found at the shelter. The taller man takes hold of him from behind and rubs his arms affectionately. His mouth turns up into a small smile.

“Yes my darling, they’re beautiful,” he agrees. “But you shouldn’t touch them just yet. They might still be delirious from the drugs. All said,” he eyes you critically. “They shouldn’t be awake this soon.”

“Does it hurt sweetie?” his partner asks. There’s an uncanny, authentic concern to question that somehow turns your stomach more.

“N-no,” you stammer, keeping your eyes trained on the concrete floor. Truth be told, you’ve got a bit of a headache and the back of your throat pangs with nausea, but it isn’t bad enough to tell them. You decide to keep it to yourself.

“Did you give them that second dose in the end, Gelato?” the calmer man, you believe his name was Sorbet, asks. He approaches you casually and kneels down, pressing a hand to your forehead. “No fever anyway, so it doesn’t look like there’s been a reaction.”

“No. You said not to do it if they seemed fast asleep enough, so I didn’t,” Gelato answers.

“Well, there you have it then,” Sorbet says, apparently satisfied of your good health as he stands back up.

“I could always go find some more of the stuff. If you need more time to get everything ready for them,” Gelato proposes. Sorbet’s eyes flick up and down you as though contemplating what to do with you. He shrugs.

“Probably best to save it. I’d say we’ve already done everything we need to do, so they might as well stay awake for a bit,” he surmises. “Well.” He reaches forward and presses something, a key, you realise when you lean back far enough to look, into a slot on the grate attaching your chain to the wall. It falls free of the wall and chinks onto the ground.

Sorbet leans down again. You realise with a cold sweat that he’s trying to pick you up. Your attempts to scurry into the corner are quickly halted by a sharp yank to your chain, and a moment later you’re lifted against Sorbet’s chest, your faced pressed into the crook of his neck. “Could you please do the door for me, Gel? I’m taking them to the bathroom.” he asks. Gelato mutters something eager and hurries off to open the door from him. You struggle lightly in Sorbet’s hold and he silently presses two fingers against your neck. You take the warning and go still in fear.

Sorbet carries you up a flight of stairs and into the hall of, by all appearances, an ordinary residential house. It’s night, but a warm yellow ceiling lamp sheds light on your surroundings. The walls are a pale, turquoise green, accented by a white wood skirting that runs along the bottom metre. To your left you can see an archway into a clean but cluttered kitchen, lights off, and another staircase is ahead of you bending around to your right. To your right, along the hallway you’ve been carried into, are two more doors, one at the end and one perpendicular to it, the latter of which Sorbet leads you into. Peering over his shoulder, Gelato follows behind you. He catches your gaze and smiles sweetly. You quickly look down at the floor.

Sorbet flicks another switch and another light turns on, along with the gentle humming of ventilation. You adjust your eyes to see that you’re in a small, downstairs bathroom. Furnished with a toilet, sink and shower. Sorbet sits you down on the lid of the toilet and kneels down in front of you.

“You look disorientated. Are you sure you aren’t in any pain?” he asks.

“Just a little,” you admit. Your words a little slurred. “My head hurts. ‘Feel sick too.”

Sorbet sighs.

“You should have told us, (y/n),” he asserts, a hint of frustration, in his voice. That was your name. They know your name somehow. You mumble an apology.

“Oh darling. I’ll have to get you some paracetamol. You really should have said! Oh, and also a bucket for if you get sick in the night. Maybe some ice?”

As Gelato rambles from the doorway, Sorbet pulls a pack of wipes from the sink cabinet and starts to pat down your arms, wiping away the layer of crusted blood. Your heart stills. You didn’t notice that before.

“Why is there blood?” you ask weakly, eyes fixed on the sight. Sorbet dabs away at what appears to be the centre of the wound. His free hand rubs your knuckles slightly.

“You fought back, don’t you remember? Some defensive damage was inevitable,” he answers you.

“No!” you refute, louder than you intended. “I don’t remember anything like that. I don’t know howI got here.”

“Ah,” Sorbet responds. “I imagine that’s from what we gave you,” he explains. A few images flash across the back of your mind. Broken glass. Screaming, fighting. The feeling of being pinned to the floor. Your stomach twitches and you swallow back tears.

“What’s the matter sweetie? You look sad,” Gelato notices. No shit you’re sad. You’ve just been snatched from your home and yet to receive any guarantee you’ll live until morning. There’s a part of you that wants to scream these thoughts to them, but you’re too paralysed by fear and tiredness to do so. The tears start to run.

“Oh darling, darling!” Gelato hushes you, rushing over to wipe your eyes. “Don’t cry, it’s okay! We’re going to look after you!”

“Caro, you’re very good to them but I doubt any of that will work right now. They’re too worked up,” Sorbet notes. You sob into your lap as Gelato caresses your shoulder.

“We can’t just leave them like this, Sorbet. Not alone,” he shivers.

“Perhaps you’re right. Maybe it’s best we put them out again after all. We’ll be better ready to deal with this in the morning,” Sorbet suggests.

“Yes, that’s probably for the best, come on Sweetie, let’s get you back to bed shall we?” Gelato takes your chain and starts to haul you back towards the stairs to the basement, with Sorbet following close behind. When the dark of the basement hits you again, you’re just about ready to fall asleep, but you’re still aware enough to note the peculiar furnishings you missed before.

The mattress you woke up on is tucked away in the corner, swarmed with cushions, pillows and blankets. There’s a small cabinet next to it, along with a table a few feet away with a TV on it. On the other end of the room is a mini-fridge, next to a large empty case of shelves. Are those all… for you?

Gelato guides you to sit down on the mattress, wrapping a blanket around you and fluffing up a pillow as though trying to get you to lie down. As he does so, you’re vaguely aware of Sorbet slotting your chain back into the wall and locking it in place. He looks you up and down again, for a moment seeming to fixate on the stream of tears that run down your cheeks.

“I’m going to go for a minute now. I’ll come back with something to help you sleep. Is that okay, hmm?”

You nod weakly. Honestly, you’re so insanely terrified right now, that falling asleep truly sounds like the better option even if it renders you at their mercy. Sorbet adjusts the blanket around you.

“Alright, sit tight sweetheart. I’ll be back in just a moment,” he promises. He leaves you alone with Gelato. For a moment, the second man is quiet, a hint of something in his eyes that looks like sadness. He sits down next to you and rubs your fingers.

“I’ll stay with you until he comes back, okay?” he offers. You give a quiet hum of acknowledgement, staring straight ahead as your mind starts to dissociate. “It’s really nothing to worry about,” Gelato says. “Just a tiny prick in your arm and then you fall asleep in a few minutes. You’ve done it before, anyway, and we won’t give you so much this time.”

You don’t answer him. He goes still for a little, perhaps unsure of what to say, then pulls you in close against his shoulder. “You’re wonderful,” he tells you.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask him faintly.

“Because we love you.”

“Why?” you implore him. Before he can answer that you fall into renewed tears. Gelato’s voice seems to fade away from you as he frantically tries to calm you. You shut your eyes and hope for this to end. Whatever this is. You’re scared, and you just want to go home. You just want to stop this feeling of fear.

[wlntrsldler]

treacherous (j.p one shot)

PROMPT: based on treacherous by taylor swift. slight enemies to lovers? James Potter and Y/N can’t stand each other until they get to know each other. 

A/N: does not follow the timeline at all. the events are not accurate but let’s pretend for the sake of the fic lol. 

WARNINGS: mentions of death, a bit of wolfstar, and some sexual tension (brief)

WC: 5.6K+ (this is my longest fic yet omg) 

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

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treacherous (j.p one shot)

“You’re so goddamn reckless.” James hissed, slamming his fists down on the kitchen table. “You need to wait for my command. This wasn’t a solo mission, Y/N/N. We work as a fucking team around here.”

“If I waited for your command, Prongs,” you replied, rising from your seat. You acknowledged his nickname with a bitter taste in your mouth. You knew you had to listen to James because everyone listens to James but you knew your plan would work. “We wouldn’t have gotten the mission done.”

“You went rogue!”

“But we got it done, right?” you seethed, eye drilling holes in Prongs’ skull. You felt Sirius offer a comforting hand, placing his on top of yours. Your eyes flickered to look at your best friend, features visibly softening. You sighed, slowly feeling yourself come down from your anger. “That’s the important thing, Prongs. I’m done talking about this.”

“Yeah we got it finished but at what cost?” James pushed, not backing down from his dominant exterior. “You could’ve died, Y/N. We don’t trade lives around here.”

“You don’t have to act like you care about my well-being, Potter,” you spat, starting to limp away from the briefing. You sustained some minor injuries because of your decision but you knew you’d do it again if it came down to it. “We all know you just don’t want another person’s blood on your hands.”

It was a low blow. Everyone in the house knew that James was feeling guiltier and guiltier everyday because of the events that happened over the past few months. The McKinnons, the Prewetts, his fight with some Order members— all of it was finally taking a toll on James. Maybe it always did take a toll on him and he just never showed that it did. Nobody really knew what the last straw was but now it was obvious— James Potter was tired, worn out, almost defeated in nature. 

Yeah, what you said was a low blow.

James gulped, demeanor changing after your words rattled the room. Remus looked at James apologetically, not really knowing what to say. He didn’t expect that from you, nobody did. Lily cleared her throat, fixing the scattered parchment on her side of the table. Sirius stood up and patted James on the back, giving his shoulder a slight squeeze. 

“Right, uhm..” he started, blinking back the effect of your words. “We can revisit this some other time. Great job today.”

James left the room without another word, your voice taunting him as he walked further and further away from the team. Is that what you really think of him? A leader, if that, who only cared about not being the person responsible for another death? Did you think that he didn’t care about you? That you were just a number to him? 

Obviously you didn’t. You knew James Potter was a good man, deep down. You could see it in the way he put everyone’s needs before his. He wakes up every morning and gets everything done so the rest of you wouldn’t be burdened with such mundane things. James Potter cooked meals, cleaned the house you all shared, and bought groceries on the weekends because he thinks that you all fighting with him is something he can never repay you for. James Potter thinks that your trust as a team— as a family— is the most important thing in the universe and he’s so thankful that he has you all by his side, even if the whole world disagrees with your cause. James Potter is a good man. 

You had a loud mouth. You found yourself, more times than you’d like to admit, scolding yourself after you let your mouth run amuck. This was one of those times. You let your anger get the best of you. The only reason why you even got angry with James in the first place was his lack of trust in you. Did he not think you could complete the task successfully? 

“Y/N?” A voice from outside of your room called. You tried to get up from your bed, cursing as the pain shot through your right leg. “Hey, you in there?”

“Yeah,” you yelled out, realizing that it would be better for them to let themselves in rather than you try to open it for them. “Come in.”

Sirius entered, chuckling at your pained expression as you sat up in your bed. You glared at him, propping your injured leg on top of a pillow. “You good there, sweetheart?”

“Just dandy.” 

He sat next to you, careful not to touch your leg. He smiled at you, sadly, and you knew what was coming next. A lecture as to why you should apologize to James or at the very least take his point of view under consideration. This was almost normal, and it was definitely expected. You and Sirius grew close, attached to the hip at times, and he was the one who would typically talk some sense into you. You knew that he and James were the blueprint of what an everlasting friendship should look like so you listened to him. Rarely were you ever the first one to apologize, though, but you knew this time was going to be one of those times. 

“What you said to James..” he trailed off, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “I think he kinda took it to heart, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed, acknowledging your mistake. “I don’t know why I even said that.” 

“You don’t like to use your brain when you’re angry.” Sirius responds, laughing slightly. You push his shoulder playfully. “Just apologize to him, Y/N. You know he means well.”

“I know he does.”  

“So I’ll leave you to it then,” he announced, getting up to leave your room. “He’s in his room, locked himself in there since the meeting.”

Ouch. You felt the guilt start to eat you up. Sirius shot you a warm smile before shutting the door behind him. Groaning, you lifted yourself up, trying to ignore the swelling in your leg. Was it the smartest idea to walk on an injured leg? No, but you were never one to have smart ideas anyway and today’s events made that clear.

You started to make your way down to James’ room but stopped when you saw him exiting the bathroom. You began to walk towards him, gasping in pain when your foot landed the wrong way. 

“Goddamnit, James!” you shuffled towards him, gaining some speed. He stopped to see who was calling him. His face paled when he realized it was you and continued to walk towards his room. “Will you wait for me?”

James stopped in his tracks, feeling bad that you were chasing him with a bad leg. He waited patiently as you limped towards him, an annoyed look on his face. “What do you want, Y/N?”

You blinked, not expecting the harsh tone he was using. No matter how many times you and James argued and were at each other’s throats, his harsh tone always surprised you. He raised his voice, yeah, sure, but this— this was different. You tried to ignore it, knowing that you probably deserved this. “I just wanted to say sorry for what I said earlier.”

He froze up, looking down at his feet. He glanced over at your leg, red with bruises littered over your skin. God you were lucky you didn’t die, he thought. James shrugged, “I don’t care, Y/N. Is that all?”

“Well, blimey,” you snorted, already putting up your harsh exterior, “I was trying to be nice. Get that stick out your ass.”

“Are you done?” 

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” 

That was it. 

James walked away and entered his room before you even moved. You were left to crawl your way back to your room, quite literally. Half way through, the pain in your leg traveled to your hip and you gave up on walking. Remus found you dragging your body across the carpet and took it upon himself to carry you back to your bedroom. You thanked him, half-heartedly, not being able to forget James’ hurt expression from your sorry-excuse of an apology. 

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were all supposed to win the fight. You were supposed to reconcile and have a drink at the house, continuing to dance the night away. You weren’t supposed to lose. 

Half of the people you knew were gone. Poof. Like they never existed. 

You, Lily, and James stayed in the Potters’ home, resting after a long day of fighting. Dumbledore left to check on the Order, or what was left of them. Molly and Arthur joined him. Peter was— Merlin knows where. Sirius left to check on Remus. The world seemed so quiet. Empty. 

“It’s not the end,” Lily tried to say, looking between you and James. She paced the floor, unsure if she even believed her own words.

There hasn’t been much spoken between the ones who survived. You started to wonder if you were one of the lucky one who survived or if this fate was more unlucky given the circumstances. You lost people you called your family. You all did. 

This was a battle none of you expected. It was a surprise attack on the Order during a time when you all had your guards down. One minute, you were all in the backyard, excited as the Weasley’s announced another addition to their already large family. People were dancing, cheering, drinking, and for a moment it seemed normal. 

And then they came. They slaughtered everyone that they could. You were lucky enough to get out before it got too crazy. You ushered the young kids into the room, casting protective charms as you held onto Percy Weasley with your other hand. You watched people fall. You heard people scream in terror as they were being tortured. You shielded the kids from looking out the window, afraid that if they were to see something so traumatizing, they would never recover. You were sure it would take years before you would.

“I’m gonna help Euphemia out,” Lily announced, getting up from her seat. You knew there wasn’t much that Euphemia needed help with, Lily just felt restless and she wanted to do something that she could control. 

James nodded silently, staring at his shaking hands. There have only been a handful of moments where you’ve seen James Potter— confident, self-assured, James Potter— doubt himself or be nervous. 

The first time was when he put on the Sorting Hat in your first year and he pleaded the tattered hat to place him in Gryffindor, though the hat knew better than to place him anywhere else. Then, second year came around and you four found out that Remus was a werewolf. You accidentally overheard their conversation, and it confirmed the suspicions you’ve had for a year. The third time was in fifth year when Sirius made the stupidest mistake of his life and told Snape about the Whomping Willow. He was afraid he’d lose his second family because of it, and he knew that Remus’ anger was justified. And the last time, before today, that you’ve ever seen James Potter nervous was in seventh year. It was the day after his date with Lily— a date that took him years to convince her to go on— and he realized that they were not compatible at all. Poor bloke was afraid to hurt Lily’s feelings and when he finally told her, she laughed and said, “I know, Potter. I’m glad you see it now.” 

Now, you were alone with a terrified James Potter and you didn’t know what to do. You stared at him from across the room, unsure of your next step. You cleared your throat, “Do you need me to do anything, Potter?” 

“Huh?” he looked up, eyes weary and mind jumbled. He registered your question and he shook his head, “No, I’m alright. Um, are you going to be staying here tonight?” 

You gulped, “Yeah, if that’s alright. I-I don’t really have a place to stay, but if you want me to leave I’m sure I can stay with Remus and Sirius.” 

“No, no, it’s perfectly fine,” James replied, quickly, getting up from his seat, “I’m sure mum and dad won’t mind. Please, make yourself at home.” 

“I appreciate that,” you sent him a tight-lipped smile and rocked back and forth from your heels to your toes, ignoring the pain that shot up your leg with every move. 

“I’m gonna help mum.” 

“Okay.” 

He left you in the room, rushing to help his mother, but you had a feeling it was to save the both of you from the awkwardness of the situation. Sighing, you began to make your way to your room upstairs. You were half way out the room when suddenly, the room was filled with your friends. Some of the remaining members of the Order popped in, stopping you from completing your plans. 

“Well, welcome back everyone,” you remarked, sitting on the couch. “Nice to see you.”

James, Lily, and Euphemia all entered once they heard the commotion. James stayed by the doorframe, arms crossed as he watched Dumbledore take center. Lily and Euphemia sat beside you, on opposite sides. Euphemia gave your leg a light squeeze and a kiss on your temple. 

“As you all know, today’s attack caused mass casualty,” your old professor started, eyes flickering to empty spots in the room that the old members used to occupy. “To prevent such things, we will assign teams to designated areas. We can no longer put all our eggs in one basket. We need to prepare.” 

Dumbledore continued, “Euphemia, you and Fleamont stay with Mad-Eye. He needs your expertise. Remus and Sirius, your flat is near the Black family home, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius replied, “Wanted to be close, just in case.” 

Regulus. Sirius wanted to be close to look after Regulus. 

The old wizard nodded, “Very well. You two stay there and make note of any movement. We suspect they’re having meetings there. Lily, Dorcas, and Peter, you three will be taking care of Hogwarts students who live in the muggle world. They’re in Hogwarts for sanctuary, but since Minerva and myself are going to be preoccupied, we need you to make sure they’re safe.” 

“What a reunion, aye gang?” Dorcas chuckled, though her laugh was empty. Lily snorted, shoving her lightly as a move of endearment. 

“James and Y/N, we need you two here. This will be our headquarters.” 

Sirius scoffed, “Professor, are you sure you’d want to pair Prongs and Y/N/N? We’ve already lost a lot of Order members and I’m afraid that if you pair them, we’ll lose one more. One of them will end up killing the other.” 

“Shut it, Pads,” you glared, scrunching your nose, “I’m sure Potter and I can be civil.” 

“I can be,” James added, side-eyeing you. 

“What does that mean?” you questioned, squinting your eyes at the boy by the door. You began to get up but Euphemia stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“James,” she said, warningly. 

“Alright,” Dumbledore clapped his hands, calling the attention back to him, “I expect you all to be at your posts by tonight. Stay safe, everyone. Our numbers are dwindling by the hour.” 

By 11PM, the house was empty. It was only you and James left. You locked yourself in the comfort of your room, staring wordlessly at the ceiling. The house was unusually quiet. There was no loud laughter coming from the living room— four boys who had to grow up too fast. You sighed, swinging your legs down the side of your bed, wincing as you forgot about your injuries. 

“Fuck me,” you muttered, closing your eyes for a moment until the pain subsided. Once it became bearable, you slipped on your house shoes and made your way down the stairs. You tried to tiptoe down the stairs, not wanting to wake James and go through another awkward encounter. However, once you got to the entrance of the kitchen, you realized your efforts made no sense as James leaned against the cold counter, a cup of tea in hand, and his glasses fogged by the steam from his drink. 

His eyes flickered over to where you stood, suddenly making you feel self-conscious. You were wearing nothing but pajama shorts and a large t-shirt that you were sure once belonged to Sirius. James raised his cup a bit as a sign of acknowledgement. 

You smiled awkwardly and poured yourself a glass of water, “What are you doing up?” 

“I reckon for the same reason you are,” he replied, taking a sip from his tea. James snickered, “Nice shirt.” 

“It’s Padfoot’s,” you chuckled, “Don’t tell him I still have it.” 

“Actually,” James started, placing his drink down. He faced you, “It’s mine. I let him borrow it and I asked for it a few times now. He keeps telling me he’ll give it to me later but I had a feeling he was stalling because he lost it. Mystery solved.”

You blushed, “Sorry, did you want it back?” 

“No, it’s alright. Looks good on you,” he coughed, ducking his head to hide the slight blush on his cheeks, “Can’t sleep?” 

“No.”

James nodded, “Yeah, me either. You can sit with me for a bit, if you want.” 

You pondered it for a moment until you finally decided that a conversation with James Potter was better than staring at an empty ceiling for the rest of the night. You limped to the seat in front of him, clutching your glass of water like a lifeline. 

“Are you still hurt?” James questioned, getting up to help you to your seat. He held your arm as you sat on the chair. Once you were situated, he knelt beside you, inspecting your leg, “You are still hurt. Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“It’s not a big deal,” you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck in embarrassment. “We all had bigger things to worry about.”

“Why didn't you just cast a spell on it?”

“I’m not the best healer around,” you admitted, looking down at him. 

If it was any other circumstance, you would not have admitted your shortcomings to anyone— especially not James Potter. But perhaps it was the toll that the war had put upon you or the tiredness in your system… Or perhaps it was the way he was staring at you from his position on the floor, eyes wide with worry with the candlelight reflecting off his glasses and the look of absolute beauty on his face, that made you become so brutally honest. 

“And why didn’t you ask one of us to help you?” 

You scoffed, “Well, none of you are licensed healers, either. I figured I’d just live with it until it healed the muggle way.” 

“Always so prideful, you are,” he chuckled, pulling out his wand. He muttered a simple incantation and then studied your once injured limb. “There. Better?”

You looked down at it, pleasantly surprised that it was indeed better. You nodded, a skeptical look on your face. James dusted off his pajama pants and made his way over to the seat he occupied before. You tilted your head, “Where did you learn that?”

“I learned for Remus,” James said, “After his transformations, sometimes he would still be in pain from turning so I learned a few things to help him. Sometimes it helped, sometimes it didn’t but Remus always says that just the thought that I wanted to help him helped with his recovery. Load of rubbish, I say but who am I to decide that, right?”

“Wow.”

James laughed at your reaction, drinking from his tea once more. A playful smile appeared on his lips, “I do have a heart, you know. I’m sure everyone else can see that but you.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know you have a heart, Potter. That’s not why I can’t stand you.”

“Enlighten me then.”

“Well, Godric, where do I start?” you hummed, a laugh escaping your throat. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, smirking at your answer. You bit your lip, “Let’s see… you’re arrogant, cocky, obnoxiously loud. You act like you know everything, all the time.”

His eyebrows shot up. James’ tongue poked out to dampen his cracked lips, “Don’t hold back, I guess.” 

“Shut up,” you chuckled, “Your turn. Why do you hate me?” 

“Because you hate me.”

“Come off it,” you stared at him, shaking your head. “Why do you really hate me?”

“Seriously, that’s it. I only act like I don’t like you because you don’t like me. I don’t actually hate you, you know.” 

You were in shock. Your voice came out as a whisper, “Really?”

“Really yeah,” he shrugged, as if his confession was nothing, “You love Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily, and all our friends like they’re family to you. I can tell you’re a genuinely good person with how you treat the most important people in my life. I can’t hate a good person.”

You pursed your lips, “Well, I only dislike you because you act like I’m not a good witch.” 

“What?”

“Come on, James,” you gestured with your hands. “You act like I’m a bloody awful witch and an even worse person. Always have since we were in Hogwarts. I just always assumed you thought I wasn’t good enough.”

James was baffled, “Are you being serious right now?”

“I mean, yeah,” you began to explain, thinking back to the many moments in the past where he made you feel that way. “I remember when we first all found out about Remus. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone but you still followed me for two months to make sure I didn’t say anything because you didn’t trust me. Or whenever Sirius would tell you to ask me for help on a prank that required some advanced charms, you would refuse to let me participate like I couldn’t possibly be any help to you. Or more recently, when we had that task to do and you blew up on me for not following the intended plan. You don’t think I’m capable.”

“Y/N, I never thought I made you feel that way,” James frowned. “I was just really scared for Remus. Even as a second year, I knew that he was going to be my best friend for life and I just wanted to protect him. I didn’t let Sirius drag you into our pranks because I knew you were aiming for a spotless record at Hogwarts. I didn’t wanna get you in trouble because honestly, a prank that didn’t end with at least one of us in detention was a failed prank.”

“Oh,” you squeaked, “I didn’t know that was where your mind was.” 

“Yeah,” James continued, “A-and as for the last task, I just didn’t want you hurt. We’ve lost enough people already. I’d hate to lose you, too.” 

“Careful, Prongs,” you teased, swirling the water around in your glass, “You’re gonna make me think you actually like me.” 

“I do, yeah,” he admitted, “I’m quite fond of you.”

The both of you stayed silent after those words left his lips. It wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. It was the first time you two had a proper conversation and you learned things about each other that you never imagined. James continued to sip on his tea and you stared at each other from across the counter. You smiled at him, admiring the redness of his cheeks.

“Well,” you finally said, standing up. You placed the empty glass in the sink and made your way to the stairs, “I think I’ll turn in for the night.”

James smiled, showing off his perfect teeth, “Goodnight, Y/N/N.”

“Goodnight, Prongs,” you returned his smile, turning your back on him. Before you reached the first step, you turned back around, “James?”

“Mhm?” 

“I think I can grow quite fond of you too.”

James’ eyes flickered from his tea to your face, his cheeks completely flushed pink by now. He bit the corner of his bottom lip, trying to suppress his smile. He chuckled, shaking his head, making his curls bounce around. You willed yourself to remember that image because it was the first time that you truly saw James Potter for who he was. 

-

Over the next few weeks, you and James began to grow closer. Your late night conversations almost became mandatory. He began to leave a cup of tea for you across from him where you sat the first night. It took him precisely three nights to finally make your cup the way you liked it without being told. He started to light the fireplace in the living room after seeing goosebumps rise on your skin a week and a half after the first night. Then by the third week of your traditions, he began to walk you up to your bedroom door to wish you a goodnight there. 

Sirius and Remus didn’t come to check in until a month later. Sirius, as always, made himself feel at home by raiding the kitchen and eating the food that you and James made earlier. Remus laughed from the living room, muttering about how Sirius acts like he doesn’t feed him. 

Sirius sat beside James, peering over the pile of parchment on the side of his desk. He nudged his best friend’s shoulder, “Surprised you and Y/N haven’t killed each other yet.” 

James blushed, “She’s not so bad, Pads.”

“Oh, I know that,” he hummed, taking a bite out of the biscuit in his hand, “Glad you know it now, too.”

“I never thought she was bad,” James frowned, placing his quill down to properly talk to Sirius, “Why does everyone think that I do?”

“Prongsie, darling, you would always shut up whenever she’d walk in. You’d avoid her like the plague.” 

“I just knew she didn’t like me, that’s all. Figured that if I shut up, she’ll see that I’m not so bad.” 

“Huh… Why did you want her to like you so bad anyway?” Sirius asked, sitting on the desk now, disregarding the work that James had done. He waited patiently for James to answer, but the answer never came. Instead, James’ cheeks flushed pink and the boy tried to hide his flustered expression by pretending to massage his temples. Sirius’ eyes widened and he jumped off the desk with excitement plastered over his face, “You fancy her! Merlin, how did I not see it before?! You fancy Y/N/N!”

“Will you—” James shushed Sirius, pulling him down by the fabric of his shirt. He was starting to draw attention to himself. James saw Remus stare at the two boys, puzzled as to why Sirius was running around like a dog. James wouldn’t be surprised if he turned into Padfoot just to swing his tail around. “Will you calm down?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, his lips still twisted in a large grin, “You fancy Y/N/N.”

“Yeah, I do,” James was embarrassed now. He didn’t expect to come clean to Sirius like this— not in the middle of a war. “I’ve always thought she was gorgeous, you know, even back in Hogwarts! I just never did anything about it because she hated me. I mean, really, genuinely, hated me. Then we got to know each other over this time and— I don’t know, Pads. She’s great.”

Sirius smiled so hard, James thought his lips would tear apart, “Yeah, she bloody is. Are you gonna tell her?”

His eyes widened at his best friend’s words as he frantically shook his head, “Merlin, no! Of course not! We’re in the middle of a war, Pads, and I’m sure she barely tolerates me. I doubt she’ll like me.” 

Before Sirius could reply, you appeared behind the two boys, an eyebrow raised, “What are we talking about gentlemen?” 

“Nothing!” James exclaimed, rubbing the back of his neck in fear, “Sirius was just saying how he needed to get home. Right now.” 

“Is this how you talk to your best friend that you haven’t seen in a month, Prongs?” 

Remus entered as well, laughing as he spoke, “Come on, Sirius. We do have to head home now. Nice to see you both.” 

“Always a pleasure, Moony,” you smiled, hugging them both before they apparated out of the house. You poked James’ cheek, “So what were you really talking about?” 

“Guy stuff,” he lied, returning his focus back to the parchment that Sirius messed up. 

“Guy stuff?” you snorted, grabbing his jaw and turning his head to look at you. James visibly gulped, all the color draining from his face. You cocked your head, not letting go of his face, “We’re lying to each other now, Potter? Shame.” 

“‘M not lying,” he said, voice shaky. You were so close to him. He could smell the strawberry chapstick you dabbed on your lips. Godric, your lips looked so kissable. 

“Yes you are,” you tutted, your palm now cupping his jaw. You didn’t even realize how intimate this move was, too busy looking into his eyes to notice your movements, “I can tell.” 

“How?”

“You can’t look me in the eye,” you stated, eyes flickering to the different features on his face. You never noticed the small freckle on the bridge of his nose or the small, fading scar on the left side of his lips. “Whenever a good man is lying, he can never look at someone in the eye. So tell me, James, what were you guys talking about?” 

James still refused to look at you in the eye. He couldn’t bring himself to because he knew you were right. The minute his eyes met yours, he would crack like an egg. Instead, he focused it on your parted lips, feeling your breath tickle the tip of his nose as you spoke. He mumbled, “I can’t tell you that.”

You didn’t know what came over you but when you spoke again, your voice came out as a sultry tone— breathy and slowly dragging your words, “Please.”

James’ eyes immediately jumped to look at yours once he heard the tone of your voice. He’d never heard you use that tone before and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him weak in the knees. And for the sixth time in your life, you saw the nervous James Potter again. In a moment of weakness, he spoke, “You. We were talking about you.” 

“Me?” you asked, shocked by his revelation. Your hand that was once cupping his face was now hanging off his shoulder. You twirled a curl on the nape of his neck around your index finger, slightly tugging it. It took all of James’ willpower not to groan at the pressure. “What could you have possibly been saying about me?”

“How utterly insufferable you are,” James nudged his nose with yours, tilting his head the slightest bit. His tongue poked out of his lips, licking them in both nervousness and excitement. 

“I’m only insufferable because you make me this way,” you tilted your head the opposite direction. Your lips were moving towards each other with every breath you took. 

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” you whispered, closing your eyes. You let your lips ghost over his, before pulling away. You opened your eyes to taunt him, a mischievous smirk on your face. You pulled away from him, untangling his hair from your finger. 

“See, you’re proving my point. You’re insufferable,” James said. 

And with that, he pulled you by your waist, a surprised squeal left your mouth. He placed you on his lap before he kissed you. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His lips melted with yours, tongues shying away from each other until he finally had the courage to caress yours with his. James squeezed your hips, pushing you down his lap. A soft moan escaped your throat and that brought James back to reality. 

Before things could escalate, he pulled away— lips bruised and completely out of breath. You smiled at him, biting your bottom lip. He returned the favor, running a hand through his hair.

“I didn’t want to continue without telling you,” James confessed, “I like you. A lot, actually. I don’t want you to think this means nothing to me because it does. I-I hope it means something to you, too. If it doesn’t, let me know because I don’t want to do this if I’m just setting myself up for failure here.” 

Your features softened at his words. You cupped his face in your hands, once again, and kissed the tip of his nose, then each cheek, then his forehead, and finally, his lips. It was an innocent one, less steamy and passionate than the first, but lovely regardless. You intertwined your fingers with his, “This means something to me, too, Potter. You’re not the only one who feels that way.” 

“Really?” he asked, now grinning widely. He connected his forehead with yours, chuckling, “Who would’ve thought we’d get here?”

“Not me,” you giggled, “However, don’t think I won’t bicker with you now that I know you’re an incredible kisser.” 

“I didn’t expect you to go easy on me,” James laughed, wrapping his arms around you. “But now, I can just kiss you to shut you up.” 

You pretended to think about it for a moment with a fond smile, “Hmm.. I suppose that’ll work.” 

James pulled you closer to his body, looking up at you as you sat on his lap. He murmured into the skin of your neck, “See? Insufferable.” 

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

I got major whumperflies reading Drowning parts one and two... are you planning on continuing it?

Drowning Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

@asrasmysoulmate

It's not much on the whump side, but lots and lots of care, comfort, and fluff with a sick supervillain in there.

Warnings: vomit, bathing, feverish whumpee, delirium, hallucinations

~

Hero gathered the wailing supervillain into her arms and held him like that for a long time. She should've watched her tongue. She should've... Hero sighed, there was no point in thinking about how she could've done better when the deed was already done.

Eventually, Supervillain's sobs ceased and were replaced by a vulgar motion. He was heaving, throat convulsing...

Hero shoved Supervillain's head to the side as his stomach's contents expelled themselves. After he finished vomiting onto the floor, he just laid there, head limp, and allowed the trails of puke to slid down his chin.

Hero was just standing there and staring at the scene infront of her. But, recovering from her shock, she lifted Supervillain up and carried him to the bathroom. Setting him lazily by the toilet, she grabbed an unused toothbrush and slapped some toothpaste on it.

Supervillain gagged again, pain coursing through his lungs and ribs. His stomach hurt, badly, and all he wanted to do was lie on the tempting cool floor...

"Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Are you okay?" Hero asked when she noticed Supervillain keeling over. Now, in the better light, he looked like pure trash. He skin was a ghastly shade of gray with vomit and spit still speared across his lips. Snot bubbled under his red nose and his eyes watered. Hero felt a twinge of pity- here was an insanely sick supervillain, most likely feverish out of his mind, trusting one of his sworn enemies. It was unnatural, but more importantly, unheard of.

"Wh... iturts," Supervillain slurred, quite frankly unable to form a complete sentence.

Hero furrowed her brow. She didn't understand what garbled nonsense made its way to her ears, but she hummed in response. Supervillain seem content with the miniscule answer he received and pressed his burning nose to the condensation build-up around the toilet bowl.

"Want to brush your teeth?" Hero asked, handing him the toothbrush. Supervillain clumsily took it only to drop it. Hero pursed her lips and prepared another. She couldn't risk more germs entering Supervillain's system.

She registered that Supervillain was way too weak and feverish to hold an one ounce toothbrush, so she pull him into her lap, allowed his wet head to relax against her chest, and started to brush his teeth.

He was so tired and fatigued that his lips loosely molded around the plastic brush, head nodding softly.

Hero tenderly brushed each tooth with dentist-like precision and motherly care- if that's not too ironic. All thoughts of their previous encounter vanished; he was in her care now and she would do anything to comfort him.

It was as if her already golden heart was fashioned with another serum of empathy. She didn't have to brush his teeth to get rid of the vile taste- it wouldn't kill him, so why would she?

She also didn't need to bathe him either, and certainly did not need to tip his head back so soap wouldn't get into his earthly eyes. She washed his face with a soft silk washcloth, gently so she wouldn't wake the now sleeping supervillain.

When her instinctual caring of the patient was done, and he was changed into a fresh pair of clothes, she laid him on her own bed.

Hero suddenly reeled backwards. What was she doing? It was like she was in a trance, caring for the villain as if he was an angel from heaven. Actually that might be an understatement...

Nevertheless, amongst doubts and courage, Hero continued to tend for his very needs. Right now, it was sleep; lots of rest and slumber to build up his strength.

Upon waiting for his awakening, Hero started to research about tending someone with pneumonia. Every single website practically screamed at her to take him to a hospital, but that couldn't be done. She couldn't risk other heroes finding and arresting him.

Supervillain stirred, muttering something sleepily. He blinked open his eyes and tried to roll over, but it caused a coughing fit to rack at his ribs.

"Hey, go back to sleep," Hero rubbed Supervillain's hair.

"Why t'robo... chasin'meh?" Supervillain said, scratchy and raspy. Hero followed his glassy gaze to the middle of her bedroom. There wasn't anything there.

"What do you see Supervillain?"

"Robo."

"Hmm," Hero replied, still stroking his hair. She did this until a feverish sleep took him under again. Then, she rushed into the kitchen, grabbed tylenol, a thermometer, and an ice pack wrapped in a washcloth. She returned to find Supervillain still unconscious, jerking with breaths as his sleeping body tried to draw precious air in.

Hero slipped the thermometer under Supervillain's tongue- it was easy now that his face was completely relaxed. When the thermometer barked at her the dreaded 103.5 degrees fahrenheit, she gently shook her ward awake and coaxed him into taking some tylenol.

She placed the icepack on his flushed forehead. The heat radiating off his body began to melt the ice in a short few minutes. Hero started to bit her lip, desperately trying to get this dangerously high temperature down. She thought of all the possible long-term effects...

No. She had to stay focused. Focused and collected. She propped Supervillain upwards to alleviate the mucus build up and went back to work at breaking the fever.

Whether or not Hero succeeded in the end, to draw the dragon away from the nest, didn't make the pleas from Supervillain any less concerning.

He would scream, ragged and fearful, whenever he would awake from a fitful doze. Sometimes, he would beg for mercy from the torture his delirious mind thought he was enduring.

"Stop it! Stop it please!" He sobbed, trying to curl up on himself- anything to escape his torturer's ruthless hand of strife.

"Relax, Supervillain," Hero mumured, her voice stern and firm due to the weary stress, but at the same time her usual chirp. The motherly chirp of a hen that usually brought Supervillain so much comfort.

At these moments, her voice would draw him into another unreality.

"Don' like," he mumbled. "Don' like panda."

Hero sighed, rubbing her tiring eyes.

"What's wrong with panda?" She asked, hoping he was talking about the plaid shirt he was wearing.

"Too warm," Supervillain earnestly explained- or to an extent. Really, to Hero, it sounded like he was trying to get a kitten off his lap. He wanted it, but his resolve was too kind to exactly remove the curled up furrball.

"Your blanket?"

"Fur bear," Supervillain chittered. "Yeh..." His voice trailed off as another wave of lethargic dizziness hit him. He whimpered, resting deep into the plushy pillow.

Hero smiled softly and cupped Supervillain's warm cheek. His fever was breaking, she could tell by the added tan to his blanched face.

It was nearly nighttime. The sun was setting, its rays hitting the pair. Hero sat with her legs crossed and examined his drooping face. He would fall alseep soon, whisked away to a land of darkness and dreams.

Hero left to take care of her own personal needs. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and showered. However, the shower was short-lived and the hero was still lathered in shampoo when she checked on the supervillain. She grinned and finished her shower.

Supervillain was just waking up again when Hero returned with her hair bound and wrapped in a towel on the top of her head. He weakly tried to touch the towel, failed miserably, but still grinned like a toddler and his train toy.

"Want to eat?" Hero asked, remembering the leftover soup in the fridge. Her patient nodded.

Hero fed the supervillain like she did in the morning, slow and coaxing. For the most part, her ward refused to allow the shiny metal to slide between his gums, but at last he consented.

Hero fed him- clutching the mattress to ensure her patience to not rush him. The friendly gesture of kindness ended with Supervillain back in Hero's arms as he dozed off. Hero almost nearly fell alseep too if it wasn't for the repetitive tapping on her door.

Knock, knock.

Hero's heart jumped and she quickly made sure Supervillain was covered. She locked her bedroom door and went to the frontdoor.

Knock, knock.

Maybe if Hero had a window or an eye-hole or something, she could've avoided the looming catastrophe.

Hero opened the door open, only to be thrown against the floor by blast of pure strength.

"Where is he!" Came the all too-familiar voice. It boomed throughout the house, focalizing on the entryway where Hero and the intruder were.

"I said," a dark figure stepped into the light, a hood obscuring the livid face underneath. "Where is Supervillain, Hero?"

The figure stripped off his hood to reveal none other than her fellow ex-prisoner, holding a sharp knife.

Villain.

[051093]

“please put your penis away.” | 707

prompt #183 with seven, in which he gets blue balled. hard. nsfw. + my masterlist.

You and Saeyoung both forget that Vanderwood knows Arabic — and has a chronic allergy to knocking before entering a room. 

Saeyoung presses long, doting kisses over the length of your jaw, then dips his head to suckle at your pulse, the hollow of your throat. You bite your lip and knot your fingers in his hair, his name leaving your lips in a high moan.

“So noisy tonight, baby,” he whispers.

“I want…I want to skip the other stuff tonight,” you’d answered breathily. “I just want your cock, Saeyoung, I want you to fuck me, please — ”

The rest of your words are drowned when he grips your jaw and slips his tongue past your lips. The kiss is messy, heated, the kind that can really only end with him drilling you senseless into the couch; you push yourself to your knees, hooking one leg over his waist and settling yourself on his lap. His shirt comes off in one swift motion, and you rake your eyes appreciatively down his toned upper body before capturing his lips once more. He moans at the contact, his fingers coming to grip your bare sides.

“Or here’s an idea,” he murmurs, “you fuck me.”

“Mmm,” you hum in agreement. 

Saeyoung starts to draw circles against your inner thigh with a digit, and purrs, “Let’s get you ready first.”

He presses his pointer and middle finger flat against your dripping clit. You arch your back, your thighs falling apart, your trembling voice music to his ears. He starts slow, moving his fingers in relaxed, patient circles against your folds, whispering to you how good and wet you feel against his hand. Your hands move to his shoulders and you lift your hips to allow him better access, and he doesn’t take that new angle for granted. Picking up speed, he adds another finger and gliding his hand back and forth, knuckle-deep into your heat.

“O-oh,” you mumble, body quivering from pleasure. “That feels so good — Saeyoung — ah — ”

“I want to see you, Y/N.” He gives your shorts a gentle tug. “All of you.”

You allow him to slip your shorts off your legs and shrug your top off for him in the meantime. He tosses your shorts across the room and freezes when he catches sight of you now, letting out an audible groan at the view: your lips are bright red from his teeth and tongue, your hair mussed in the sexiest way possible, your plump breasts trembling as he fucks you with his hand, your legs spread wide where his fingers take refuge.

God, he could devour you.

He dips his head and presses kisses to the swells of your breasts. You mewl his name in a broken falsetto when he takes your right nipple into his mouth, tonguing at the swollen nub. 

“I’m ready,” you murmur.

He uses his free hand to push his pants off and pull down his zipper. He’s already rock hard beneath his boxers; your hand reaches down to palm the length and he lets his head roll back on the couch, ready to feel you sink down on him —

The door opens.

It all happens so fast. Vanderwood’s haphazard head of hair appears, then disappears just as quickly when he sees the scene he’s walked in on; you’ve grabbed Saeyoung’s shirt and covered yourself with it before flinging yourself off the couch to hide; Saeyoung’s right hand claps to his forehead and his left snatches the nearest pillow and slaps it over his waist (and what’s underneath). All three of you are screaming at the top of your lungs and crimson red.

“YOU IDIOT,” Vanderwood yells over the din, keeled over and rubbing his eyes furiously. “GOD, I DON’T GET PAID NEARLY ENOUGH FOR THIS — ”

“DON’T YOU KNOCK?” Saeyoung bellows back, his cheeks the same color as his hair. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE?”

“I TOLD YOU I WAS COMING!” Vanderwood’s voice cracks. “MY EYES! MY EYES — ”

“YOU DID NOT TELL ME YOU WERE COMING!”

“I DID.”

“WHEN?”

“FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!”

You and Saeyoung lock eyes over the arm of the couch, and you reach the same conclusion at the same time: his tongue was already down your throat at the time, his phone long forgotten in his office.

“Whether you’re going to pick up my calls or ignore every voicemail I leave you is your choice, but I did my job, and this is the shit I get.” Vanderwood takes a deep breath. “I’m coming in. Please put your penis away.”

“WAIT!” You shout. “Wait.”

You nimbly rise to your feet and slip Saeyoung’s shirt on, the material falling to your midthigh. He watches you regretfully as you come over.

“Duty calls,” he murmurs sadly.

“Work hard,” you answer, planting a soft kiss to his lips, then dusting your mouth over his ear, “I’ll warm up the bed for you.”

He smiles, dragging you down for one more kiss before letting you go. You hurry down the hallway and he hears the bedroom door shut behind you.

He sits alone for a few moments more before realizing he’s still hard and Vanderwood is still standing outside his house. What a nightmare.

“I’ll kill you,” he mutters, limping over to his pants and pulling them on. “I’ll actually kill you.”

“What was that?” Vanderwood calls.

“Nothing,” Saeyoung answers with a sad sigh. “What’s the emergency?”

Vanderwood enters. 

Saeyoung listens to what he has to say and hacks with more determination than ever. Vanderwood tells Saeyoung that he should work with blue balls more often if it makes him this efficient. That earns him a hard slap to the head.

But Vanderwood has a point. It’s barely an hour later when Vanderwood is long gone again and Saeyoung clambers on top of you, lips hot and heavy against your own, your leg hooking over his hip, ready to pick up where you left off.

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

I'm vv proud of myself for getting 2 fics finished in one day 😌😌

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!jisung, gn!dom!reader, rimming, fingering (m recieving), if you squint there is a lil bit of degradation (like once), pet names (baby, sweetheart, puppy (does puppy count as a pet name??)), but overall I'm just v soft for this man 😔

A Midnight Snack

   You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes trying to determine what had woken you up in the pitch black darkness. An angry huff left your lips as you couldn't find anything. Assuming there wasn't a serial killer in your house (and if there was then your fate was sealed) you closed your eyes and flopped back down, turning over to throw your arm over your boyfriend and go back to sle-

     Your eyes shot open. Your arm, which would have been laying on Jisung, was laying in a cold, empty space. Suddenly that serial killer you had imagined didn't seem like such a joke anymore. Pulling the covers off your legs, you got up to step in the hall. The soft padding of your feet stopped when you heard a small crash, one you could have easily ignored if you weren't already awake. The light in the kitchen was on, only encouraging the thought that someone had broken into your house. Your worries subsided when you heard the frantic murmuring of your boyfriend.

     "No no no no!" You heard him whisper shout again as you turned the corner, watching as he caught a container from the fridge before it hit the ground. He let out a little sigh of relief before setting it on the counter and turning around to reach for a plate. A small scream broke the quiet when his eyes landed on you, hand clutching his chest while he tried to calm down. "Don't sneak up on me like that." He whined, pouting as he set his chosen plate on the counter. You giggled as you walked over to him, hugging him from behind with your arms on his hips. 

     "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you." You muttered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before resting your chin on his shoulder. "What're you doing up so late?" You felt his face heat up next to yours.

     "O-oh, I uh- I had a dream and I didn't wanna disturb you so I just came out here for a snack, hoping to take my mind off it." You furrowed your eyebrows, turning him away from the counter so he'd be face to face with you. His cheeks were flaming hot in your hands as held him so his eyes locked with yours.

     "Baby, did you have another nightmare? I told you to wake me up whenever that happens, I just wanna know you're alright sweetheart. I can't stand the thought of you in a negative headspace and I'm not able to help you. I don't care what time it is, if you ever feel like you're in danger you can talk to me, ok?" His face turned an even darker shade of red at your words.

     "T-that's really sweet, and if I did have a nightmare I would always wake you up so don't worry about that- but I didn't have a bad dream. The opposite really." You furrowed your eyebrows. You were beyond relieved that he didn't have a nightmare but you couldn't understand what kind of dream would have affected him to the point he woke up. He continued to shuffle in his place, nervously glancing everywhere but where you were as his face flushed red. It all suddenly clicked in your head, making a smirk settle on your face. He let out a little 'eep' sound when you pressed his back to the counter behind him and pinning him in place with your arms, leaving no room for escape.

     "Well, I'm wide awake now. Is there something you need puppy?"  His breathing picked up as he looked between your eyes and your lips, waiting for you to do something. After a few minutes of both of you standing in silence he whined, arching his body into you.

     "Please touch me. I-I need you." You chuckled at his embarrassed whining, moving your head to leave a trail of kisses down his neck. His grip on your shirt tightened when you bit down on a particular spot, making a shaky moan leave his lips.

     "Why don't you tell me about the dream you had, help me make it a reality baby." You groaned against his skin as you continued leaving love bites on the exposed area. He quietly panted, small whimpers leaving him as his face turned a darker shade of red.

     "It's embarrassing." He whined.

     "I can't give you what you want unless you tell me sweetheart. Tell me what got you so riled up." He bit his lip, muffling a moan as he gripped your shoulders.

     "Y-you were eating me out." He muttered, head thrown back as you started marking up the other side of his neck. "And y-you wouldn't let me t-touch myself cause you knew I was such a slut I c-could cum without a hand on my f-filthy little cock." You groaned against his neck, suddenly spinning him around and pinning his torso against the small kitchen island. You leaned your body over his, pressing your hips to his ass and your chest to his back to growl in his ear. 

     "Fuck baby, why would you even think about hiding this from me?" His eyes rolled back while biting his lip to muffle a moan as you started massaging his ass through his sweats. A few broken whimpers left him as your hands started to slip under the waistband of both his pants and boxers, continuing to massage his ass while sometimes lightly running your fingers over his hole. 

     "F-fuck- I'm sorry. I-I'll tell you next time, I promise I will! Just- please~" You pulled his shirt up to expose his back , leaving a trail of kisses down his spine before pulling his pants and boxers down to sit around his ankles. 

     You spread his cheeks apart, giving you full access to his hole. A shaky moan fell from his lips as he melted into the counter when you left a light kiss on his entrance before diving back in to lick a stripe up it. The noises he made were nothing short of heavenly as you licked and prodded at his hole, his back arching from the pleasure and making him push back onto your face. You teasingly pushed the tip of your tongue into him a few times before finally thrusting in your whole tongue, making a high pitched moan leave his mouth. 

     You wished you could see the expressions he was making. The two of you had done it enough times that you'd practically memorized every face he made but it didn't stop you from wanting to see it again. You were sure his cheek was pressed against the counter with his mouth hung open so his moans could be heard clearly while a small puddle of drool covered the countertop beneath him. His eyes would always roll back whenever your tongue hit deep inside him and he would keep unintentionally thrusting back into you in hopes of more.

     A waterfall of whimpers and whines fell from his lips as you sped up your movements. His knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the other side of the island for dear life as you brought him closer and closer to his high.

     "Hnng- fuck I'm gonna cum! Please let your puppy cum please please please please! Hah~ I need it- I need it so bad, please!" You smirked at his desperate pleas, speeding up your pace and moving deeper inside him. Some of your saliva had started dripping from his hole so you scooped it up with two your fingers and started thrusting them into him, making his eyes roll back in his skull at the familiar feeling of being stretched so wide. A breathy mantra of "oh my god" left him as his thighs started to shake in your hold. You pulled your tongue out of him for a second while continuing to thrust your fingers inside him.

     "Go ahead puppy, make a big mess for me." Your tongue entered him again for a few more thrusts before he let out a loud cry as white ropes shot from the tip of his cock. You slowed your movement before completely pulling out, holding him up by his waist as he fell limp in your arms. Carefully, you scooped him up in your arms bridal style as you brought him over to the couch in the living room as you whispered about how good he had been for you. You peppered kisses all over his face as you sat him down on the soft cushions. 

     "Will you be alright if I leave you here for a quick second to get you cleaned up?" You asked as you combed your fingers through his hair. He gently smiled with a small nod, hugging a pillow close to him. A content hum left him as you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. You ran to the bathroom to grab a couple wet rags and then to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, also using one of the tags to clean up the mess you had made. In no time you were back with Jisung, telling him how much you loved him and what a good boy he was for you as you cleaned him up. Once fully dressed and cleaned up, a loud yawn broke the quiet. You giggled at the sound.

     "Does my baby wanna go to sleep?" He lazily nodded his head, standing from the couch to cling to you while shuffling back to your shared bedroom. He was knocked out the second his body hit the mattress, making you laugh while pushing some hair out of his face. You hummed as you pulled him closer to you, whispering that you loved him. You knew he couldn't really hear you but the unconscious smile that stretched across his face told you everything.

[pinkhairedlily]

Chapter 11 - Student Council President Sakura / Graduation Chapter

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They held a run-through of the graduation ceremony on the last day of class and technically the last day of the trio’s high school life. Unlike their first general assembly, Uchiha Sasuke was to deliver the graduation speech but not without great sulking from Haruno Sakura who landed a close second despite ranking first in their final exams.

And obviously, not without Sasuke trying to give up his speech privileges by campaigning instead for Sakura.

In the end, all three of them were granted speech slots – one for Sasuke as valedictorian, Sakura as student representative, and Naruto as the school’s first national MVP. It was this debacle that led the three of them to brainstorm in an empty AVR after the dry run.

“Done!” Sakura yelled like the diligent student she was. “Let me look at yours!”

Sasuke presented her a blank paper while saying, “It’s all prepared in my head”, and Naruto showed her his baseball doodles.

“Oh God, you’re all so hopeless.”

Then the electricity suddenly got cut off in the AVR. Sakura expected the boys to screech in surprise and cling to each other, but she only heard silence in the dark. She jumped in her seat when the doors opened with a loud bang, a confetti splash, and the lights coming back to life.

Sasuke and Naruto were still in front of her, holding two bouquets of irises and yellow roses. Behind them were the old and new student council members with other students holding a large banner saying Thank you, Student Council President Sakura!

She started to leave her seat to come to them, but they gestured for her to stay on her seat. In front of the room, the large monitor beeped and showed a compilation of videos.

Sukehiro Aoi, an alumni and currently an intern in an animation studio. “Hello, Ms. Pres. You once asked the body to submit a publication material for an event of the student council, and I sent mine through a dummy email with no expectations of winning. I wasn’t comfortable with the public seeing my art. I was afraid of the unsolicited remarks so sending it anonymously gave me some relief. You chose it however, and you knew how big a credit was to an artist. I was really scared when you were able to hunt me down just by my watermark, but my name in the info blast caught the attention of a school board member and referred me to this animation studio. It was the littlest thing, but you handed me my dream.”

Watanabe Kota was a year below them. He has a small frame, round thick glasses, and battled with face acne. “Ms. Pres! People never had much confidence in my physical appearance, so I don’t know what you saw in me when you asked me to take over the school radio. But here we are – we’re airing daily and we even produce documentaries and radio programs. Thank you for seeing what I didn’t.”

Ito Amanaya, a typical jock in the football team, muscular and came across as intimidating, but he had the gentlest cadence. “I was bullied by the same group that bullied your dynamic duo. When you ran them off, you also saved my life. Thank you, Haruno.”

Kimura Shinze, a classmate in third year, beautiful, popular, and the captain of the cheering squad. “Hope you’re having a great day, Ms. Pres. Remember that time when the class was guessing who were our crushes and I blurted out that it was a girl, you told me thank you for telling us. That was…a big deal to me. Thank you for that gesture.”

Himurata Aoi, president of the koto club. “Sakura, I know you had many people come up and confessed to you so when I did try, I was glad that you didn’t give me a bullshit reason like you’re not into girls. You turned me down because you have someone you already love. I am thankful for your honesty.”

The biology teacher, Takahashi Kande. “Student council, thank you for your mental health program. As a single father to twins, I don’t have the luxury of time to sit in a couch and sort out my issues. To be able to do that in my workplace during breaks is a heaven-sent gift. You saved me and my family. Thank you.”

Many more messages came on, from a classmate she lent spare change to, from a staff she helped clean, from countless students who she wasn’t aware she gave kindness to.

“Why….” She asked breathlessly.

“You’ve been beating yourself lately. We thought you needed some reminding,” Sasuke muttered, under his breath, the bouquet still in his hands. “You left some pretty big footprints, Ms. Pres.

“You might not have noticed,” Naruto jested. “But this is always innate and natural to you, isn’t it?”

“Why did you bother so much?” She was reduced to tears.

“It was Naruto’s idea.”

“Huh? You did all the compiling though!”

“Shut up, it was me,” yelled the current president.

“Thank you, everyone.”

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It was a weekend, but Sasuke requested Sakura and Naruto to meet him at the school gates. He only gave the time and place, and he knew well enough that they would be there – no questions asked.

They stood there, minutes earlier than planned, a first but nothing more unusual than homebody Sasuke asking them to go out on a weekend. Sakura wore an oversized rust shirt over a pair of muted cotton blue trousers tied with a brown leather belt and tan fisherman sandals, her long hair kept in one single braid at the back. Naruto probably expected a fancy lunch with his outfit – black silky long sleeves over gray pants and black loafers.

Sasuke, high on impulsive decisions, wore bright colors, a complete departure from his usual neutrals; mustard vest over a deep violet polo, baggy pants, off white converse, and a white fanny pack. “Well, we’re mostly dressed for comfort, except for that idiot beside you.”

“What do you mean dressed for comfort? I borrowed these loafers from my vice-captain and my feet aren’t used to them,” Naruto whined. “Besides, aren’t you taking us out to a five-star meal, Mr. Valedictorian?”

“Wow, what a way to show off.” Sakura pursed her lips in annoyance. “Don’t worry Naruto, I got your next café order.”

“Ah no. It was just something we heard from the grape vine.” Naruto scratched his head and carefully glanced at Sasuke. “Grumpy got his trust fund today.”

In bated breaths, they waited for him to respond with a scowl or a retort, but he just nodded. “Come on, we’ll miss the train.”

They traveled for three stations and disembarked on the fourth, Sasuke sandwiched in between the two, his shoulders pillows again to their heads and yet such burdens were light as cotton. The surfacing emotions since last week were taking hold of him, but he needed to pull through somehow because breaking down while commuting was one thing he did not really see doing.

“Word just got in. The house was turned over this morning,” Itachi told him over the phone.

“Impeccable timing when I’m also moving abroad next week.” Sasuke pulled out his Bleachers vinyl and anticipated another lonesome lull for the night.

“Do you miss the cream puffs?”

“Nothing comes close.”

“Hmm. I’ll pay for the rental fee of your car.”

In Itachi’s defense, while he was an afficionado of escapism, he also knew how to read between the lines. “Watch me get a Mercedes-Benz.”

“I have a good driving playlist.” This only meant math rock, and Sasuke wanted something to scream his lungs too.

“Don’t need one.”

“Treat your friends to dinner, okay? Gotta go.”

“We’re walking?!” Naruto almost limped out of the train. Sasuke took one look at his heels and saw that they were bruised red. He took off his converse and socks and gave them to him.

Sakura whipped out a small first-aid kit and covered the rash on Naruto’s heels. “Hey don’t look at me like that. Brought it just in case we’re going on a day survival tour. A camping would be nice too.”

“Did you scrub your feet, idiot?”

“You think so low of me grumpy. Of course – last week!”

With Naruto now comfortable, the three resumed walking on the unfamiliar residential area. Sasuke gestured for them to enter a bamboo forest on the far side of the main road. Hidden in the shadows of the clumped stalks were a small opening, the growth hampered and ground rid of grasses and weeds; many people have also chosen this shortcut, walked through the forest, did a little nature bathing, and emerged behind the bakery, still there, still standing, still operating.

Sasuke tapped on the large glass window cum counter on the front and bought three sets of cream puffs.

“Oh, it’s you,” the old baker greeted. “You brought your friends over? You always buy one set.”

Sasuke offered her a smile, briefly glancing to his periphery where Sakura was fussing with Naruto’s feet, and nodded as he accepted the paper bag. “It’s on the house, kid.”

“You brought us to stalk someone’s house?” Sakura dug in one paper bag, bit the puff in one bite, and with full mouth, she sighed. “This is heaven.”

“It’s our old family house, before the accident that is.” Sasuke also took out one puff and munched on it, ruminating on the sight before him, a two-story house with an imposing façade, his mom’s climbing hydrangea gone and cut by the new owners, beds of roses and daisies already withered, but the wisteria tree on the vacant lot beside continued to grow and shade what he supposed were the children’s rooms. It was in his third bite that he saw the tomato fruits he planted, alive and full with harvest. “Do you think my parents know?”

Naruto slid an arm across his shoulder and grinned sheepishly. “Then they would be happy ghosts or maybe they would voluntarily move away to give the new owners the opportunity to make it a happy a home like yours.

“What part are you gonna miss?” Sakura asked, halfway through her set of puffs.

“The sight of the wisteria before I sleep and after I wake up, and the sunlight in my parents’ room. My dad liked to make these suncatchers for my mom. The play of light was a good morning greeting, she said.”

“What’s your funniest memory?” Naruto sat on the grass, uncaring for the stains that would taint his good pair of pants.

“It was probably Christmas when I was seven, and Itachi had this big idea to bake a cake, but he swapped the sugar for the salt and we were wondering why it wouldn’t make a custard. Our parents still ate it, saying it was a very salty version of dark chocolate cake.”

“It was a good home,” Sakura patted the space between her and Naruto and Sasuke sat down cross-legged too, dipping his hand on the paper bag with the last cream puff.

“It was a good home,” Sasuke agreed as he bit into the last vestige of his family memory. He was suckling the powdered sugar off his fingers when he realized he was already crying, and the two were downright sobbing on his either side.

Such an embarrassing sight to see; he wondered what would the new owners feel if they looked out their windows this instant and saw three teenagers breaking down on the road across. It was honestly stupid and laughable to a point, considering how funny it was for grief to become lighter when someone else cried with him.

Naruto was sniffling so much that he had to offer his handkerchief to him. “I forgot to tell you guys. Hinata confessed to me during the cultural festival.”

“Oh my god. What did you say?” Sakura took a tissue out of her bag and dabbed her eyes. She flashed an apologetic look to Sasuke who already offered his hanky to Naruto’s fluids.

“Ah, what else? I had to reject her.” Naruto sneezed on Sasuke’s handkerchief again. “I told her I was in love with someone else.” He slyly glanced at his raven-haired friend and pursed his lips which Sakura quickly caught.

“Who is it?”

“Sasuke also likes someone.”

“Shut your mouth, blondie. Point is already moot. Besides, we’ve already been rejected.”

“Who are these people and why don’t I know them?” Sakura genuinely looked offended. “I could have vetted them!”

“Exactly why it was fortunate you didn’t meet them,” Sasuke said as an excuse though he pegged Sakura for not being that naïve. She, thankfully, let it go and gathered their trash. She dropped the bomb as she was brushing the grass blades from her trousers. “My parents are divorcing. Such a travesty not to have them show up on graduation day, and I thought I did a great job.”

The two, ever so sure, held onto her hands in case she was trembling again.

“Let’s get that five-star dinner,” Sasuke suggested, “and we need to rent a Mercedes-Benz.”

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Graduation Day

“Let’s welcome to the stage, class valedictorian, Uchiha Sasuke.” Kakashi was the officiating faculty today so she expected difficulty going through the event, but for some reason, he slipped into her mental back burner, no longer taking up room in her active consciousness. That was a good step, she smiled to herself. Her smile became wider as Sasuke got up the stage.

His fans club’s cheers were heard outside the auditorium, and the graduating class chuckled at the quick interruption. He cleared his throat and started his piece.

“Please get it on record that I was coerced to do this speech. Then again, I also had a hand on the turn of events that led me here today, in front of you. And it’s a little too on the nose, but I came to high school with a clear set of goals – have high grades and lead an uninteresting life. I accomplished the first one rather easily, and it’s a good metric for the future that’s upon us right now. Good grades land us good colleges. Good colleges land us good jobs. Good jobs land us good life.

But it’s not the sole benchmark as I have learned lately. You see, my second goal really missed the mark. Good life can also mean good friends, fun experiences, a caring environment, a complete family. If you ticked off each one, then that’s very notable. You have the four-leaf clover, and it’s a rare blessing. I only ticked off three, but that goes without any regret. If you only have one silver lining in your high school memory, then that makes us all the more human. And if there’s none, there is still is still a whole stretch of possibilities we can discover to find one. Thank you for your kind attention.”

Sakura was pretty sure she heard several sniffles across the student body. “The bastard delivered a good speech,” she muttered to herself.

“We would like to welcome our first national MVP, Uzumaki Naruto.”

Outside, the school band played the cheering anthem for his last national games. The cheerleaders also did a routine in tribute to him. That made him well up when he got to the podium.

“Wait oh my god, I’m tearing up so much.”

Sasuke grunted loudly and went back the stage to hand him a handkerchief which Naruto quickly used to wipe his snot.

“Thanks Sasuke. How can Kakashi-sensei let me follow after that rousing speech, and before Sakura too. It’s kinda evil.”

Laughter broke out.

“Well, this one’s a bare minimum. I didn’t have any goals or expectations, unlike genius grumpy over there. I just wanted to live my life like an ordinary boy. Someone said that how you spend your day is how you live your life so I did just that – ate ramen, slept in class because I am a growing kid, and played each arcade game until I won them. I also believe in serendipitous – thanks Sakura for this word, for the spelling and meaning – serendipitous coincidences. I just pitched and batted for former captain Haru one afternoon and now we landed in the national finals. I had loneliness for a friend, but now I’ve got all of you. And you know what else, the magic of working together. We wouldn’t have stepped foot in the nationals if it weren’t for your collective help. When we work towards a common goal, that also gives us common happiness, right? It’s infectious, a bouncing energy that gets thrown around and still makes it one piece. So wherever you will be after this, believe it!”

When Kakashi called her name next, she thought she was deaf, the noise around her collapsed in muted decibels. It took a minute before her fellow classmates shook her and motioned for her to quickly come up the stairs. Her silver-haired teacher looked so concerned in the shadows, but for what it was worth, she was civil and calm enough (at least in the matters concerning him) to nod at him in quiet exchange of assurance.

It was because she saw both of her parents at the side with a bouquet of roses. She struggled with the paper she brought with her although she had it memorized in her head; she even went through it flawlessly for three times last night. Tears blurred the words and the mere shock of the sight of their togetherness disabled her mental function to string coherent thoughts. She also started hyperventilating, her breaths coming faster than what her lungs could pump.

Then she felt Kakashi’s hand on her shoulder, a steady presence, and it reeled her back to reality. He tapped the mic and the feedback echoed. “Ah, Ms. Haruno had some technical issues. Again, let’s welcome former student council president, Sakura.”

Sasuke and Naruto in the front were almost standing, but she flashed them a smile as if to say she was okay now. “Hello, good day to our honorable guests and graduates. I think it’s safe to say that Sasuke and Naruto provided really good words of advice. So I have nothing more to offer, but to share my gratitude. Everyone was saying the student council did a good job in its programs, but it was actually the lot of you who made this possible – from your activity suggestions to participation and feedback. After all, you were the makers of your memories.

Earlier last week, my councilmates and friends reminded me how small actions go a long way – a smile, a wave across the hallway, a short exchange of good morning and see you soon, and I thought, aren’t we all just an accumulation of these small, little things? As such, it was what you think your insignificant moments were that pushed us to deliver you the best. It was the passing comment, the top-of-your-head tips, the interlude stories we hear during lunch breaks that allowed us to give you grand gestures and memories we hoped were worth keeping. And if we could start to use that perspective as well in our lives then maybe the uncertainties of a future wouldn’t be so heavy on us. We will face tomorrow with a lightness in being.

In behalf of the student council, thank you for allowing us to serve you.”

She bowed at a level where her torso was almost aligned at her hips, and she was confused with the lack of reaction. Sakura sighed, mulling over the deficiencies in her speech, but she straightened her back to a sight of a standing ovation and a thundering applause.

Then, she let her tears fall.

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“Why would you let Kakashi-sensei take the pic?” Sakura hissed at them.

“Just this one time, Sakura!” Naruto grinned.

“Sakura, you’re out of the frame,” Kakashi remarked. “Okay good. Say cheese.”

In spite of her recent heartbreak with him, she permitted herself to bask in fleeting cordiality. “Cheese.”

“Grumpyyyyyy.”

“Idiot blondie.”

Kakashi took three more shots and handed the camera to the trio. He almost turned away when Sakura caught his sleeve.

“Just one more,” she said. “With you.”

Sakura shifted to the front, almost kneeling with the camera angled for a selfie, her two friends beside her looking equally annoyed as the other, and Kakashi behind them, his hands on either head, smiling with his deceptively charming beauty mark.

It was the last picture of their high school life.

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The three were rushing through the airport crowd fifteen minutes before the immigration closes gates.

“Here!” Sakura slid a folder on the large pocket on Sasuke’s bag. “It includes your passport, your flight details, your valid IDs, your itinerary, and letters from us! Don’t forget our Friday video calls!”

“I can’t see. These tears are bullies,” Naruto said through tears. He was continuously wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

“And If I don’t get on my flight because you made us eat ramen for one last time and the orders took too long, I’m gonna have you cursed by a witch and a shaman!” Sasuke growled. The guards were starting to close the gates when a sobbing Naruto sprinted and basically tackled the guards on the floor.

“Sasuke come on, hurry up!”

“Drink your vitamins! And if you miss cream puffs, I’ll teach you how to make them.” Sakura was trying hard to keep pace with Sasuke’s brisk walking, but she ended up breathless anyway.

The three of them finally reached the immigration entrance, and Naruto was profusely apologizing to the guards for the interruption. Sasuke showed his documents, wheezing as they looked at it. They gave him a thumbs up and opened the gates.

The two were already slumped at the floor, waving without words, and exhausted from the clock race. Sasuke was almost through when he remembered something he forgot. He muttered a quick sorry, ran through the opening, and hugged his two friends.

“I’ll miss you.”

[sxfik]

if we touch hands, will i lose you?

read on ao3 • masterlist

summary: He had to leave, he can’t afford attachments to something or someone here. Yet, she had him tethered to his seat. What are you doing to me Hong Cha-young?

or: what could have happened if vincenzo arrived a little late at her house during the intruder's attack

a/n: hiiii, here is a little fic on what could have occurred if vincenzo arrived late to her house during the attack. the title is a lyric from butterfly (prologue mix) by bts. this was inspired by a tumblr post by @dionideatta, and a conversation with them in the replies with @kestrel-of-herran, and @chayenzo. there was an ask also related to this as well. as always, enjoy!

“Don’t come near me!” she screams, grappling with the intruder, swinging out the back scratcher she grabbed off the chair. Panic and adrenaline fill her veins as she stumbles back into the corner, shakily swatting him with the back scratcher as he looms over her with the hammer in hand.

Please, there must be something I can do. Every sense was in overdrive as she watched him swing, her voice straining from screaming at him to get away, squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation. The hammer thudded onto the side of her skull, her vision blurring as the pain reverberated through her skull. Her head swung from the impact, taking her body down with it and her vision swam with black spots. The moments that passed felt like a lifetime, as she scrambled on the floor, attempting to hoist herself upright.

“Hey, we have a problem!” a voice yelled out, and the figure looming over her backed out. Adrenaline rushed through her body and she pushed through her disoriented state to force herself to stand up. She stumbled forward, her grip on the scratcher tightening as she thrust it in front of her blindly, fearing the worst.

Then, the world burst into chaos. Vincenzo pushed forward into her house, shoving the second intruder onto the first. In a burst of energy, she propelled forward, attacking the second man with her back scratcher as Vincenzo dealt with the first. Setting her sights on the man with the hammer, she rushed forward again to attack him with all her might. How dare he try to touch me! She swayed to a stop as Vincenzo caught her by the shoulders, lightly telling her to step back and put the scratcher down.

“I mean, if you were trying to tail us, you shouldn’t have made it so obvious. You weren’t even trying,” he said coolly to the men, shrugging off his coat. Even in danger, he was acting cool. The next moments blurred together as the grunting and sounds of fighting filled her living room. Cha-young felt her body sway, her eyelids heavy, but every muscle in her body was too alert to give in.

Vincenzo whipped around, approaching her carefully asking, “Are you okay?” Before she got the chance to reply, the man hurtled the weapon towards her. In a split moment, Vincenzo collided into her, his hand cradling her head as they fell onto the couch, his body shielding hers. The air was knocked out of her as his weight settled on top of her, but she only shut her eyes and held onto him tighter until she was sure the men filed out of her apartment.

“Those bastards-” he strained out, prying himself away from her but she held on tighter.

“Please, don’t leave me alone here,” she pleaded weakly, as panic overwhelmed her chest. Please, please, please. Her breathing constricted as she thought of Vincenzo leaving her to chase after them and continued, “We already know who sent them, please stay here.”

He shifted to look at her for a moment, his eyes searching her face as he nodded, slow at first. “Okay. It’s okay I’ll stay with you,” he placated her until the panic dissipated and she was left with an overwhelming ache in her body. “Are you okay?” he repeated to her, his hand still cradling the back of her head. She tilted her head up at him, willing herself to focus on his face before it blurred away, still cradled within his embrace as she attempted to nod. A sudden wave of nausea filled her stomach as she tried to respond, her body feeling as if she was moving through molasses.

“Cha-young, did they hurt you? What did they...” his voice faded out, as she felt her body give in and darkness consumed her.

There was a faint pounding on her skull as she felt light shine against her eyelids. Her legs felt too heavy as she attempted to move and a pain jolted through her left side that left her mind alert. Where am I? She felt the grime in the crevices of her eyes as she attempted to open them. Grogginess spread through her as she awoke, and the faint pounding in her skull grew until it set the right side of her jaw and teeth began to ache as her surroundings got brighter.

Moments passed as she attempted to gain some understanding of where she was, her throat getting constricted by the second. This is not my clothes, and definitely not my bedroom. She scanned her surroundings, the faint beeping of monitors and machinery getting clearer. The room felt too bright, but she pushed the feeling down as her eyes spotted a figure passed out in the chair next to her. Vincenzo.

His tie was askew, as if he was tugging at it all night and his bright white shirt was crumpled. His suit lay on the table beside him. Of course, he showed the utmost care to his suit. Her alarm subsided as she watched his face, looking almost boyish and peaceful. He must have been tired. Her eyes scanned down until she caught the dark patches of maroon spread across his sleeves. Whose blood was on him? What happened? She attempted to lift herself, but her arms gave out under her weight. And then the events of last night flooded back: Leaving the restaurant, Vincenzo dropping her off, the intruders…

She dropped her head back into her hospital bed, her muscles screaming at any movement. After a few quiet moments, her eyes drift back to the sleeping man, shifting slightly so she can watch his slow breathing, until her body pulls her back into sleep.

Vincenzo awoke to the sunlight filtering through the room, his body aching as he shifted in his seat. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably, his hair and the nape of his neck feeling damp. He lifted his body forward and twisted to see Cha-young laying peacefully in the white bed. A tangle of wires and tubes attached to her, the machine beeping rhythmically.

His shoulders sagged as he let out a breath of relief and shifted back into his seat, his head tilted up as he shut his eyes. There was so much blood. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the sight of blood against his hands or the way it left him feeling sticky and dirty. But seeing her hair, matted with blood and grime from the blow the man dealt her, it left him in absolute panic. Her body had sagged in his arms, and he had felt his heart stutter, and his emotions flying into overdrive. All he could think was she better be alive.

He had detangled himself away from her, his hands searching for the phone to call an ambulance and get her to the hospital as fast as he could. He paced her living room restlessly, angrily cursing in Italian for them to rush faster. The moments of the ambulance arriving and getting all the way to the hospital blurred together in a series of bright lights, panic and exhaustion.

Vincenzo created absolute havoc at the hospital, directing the doctors to do their job, run some tests, treat her quicker, until a nurse threatened to kick him out. It wasn’t until Cha-young returned from getting stitches and back into her hospital suite that he could breathe again.

He rushed to the bathroom after ensuring she was safe, trying to scrub his hands of her blood. Her blood, on his hands. He was drenched in sweat and grime as he looked in the mirror, noticing the red stains on his shirt sleeves and his borderline bloodshot eyes from exhaustion and panic. Afterward, impatiently waiting for her to wake up was the only way to calm his nerves. The thoughts of what could happen to her when he was away? kept him glued to his seat, watching her breathe, until his body gave into exhaustion.

And here he was, anxiously waiting for a response from her, something to indicate that she’ll be fine. Focus. You’re here for the gold, not any dalliance. He had to leave, he can’t afford attachments to something or someone here. Yet, she had him tethered to his seat. What are you doing to me Hong Cha-young?

“Stop tapping your foot, it’s making my headache worse,” a voice croaked out, and he whipped his head to the bed, to see her face crinkle in annoyance. See, she is fine. She will be fine . She opened her eyes, slowly, and attempted to hoist herself up. He lurched out of his seat to help her up, setting her pillow to support her back before drawing back, staring at her wide eyed.

“Well, don’t look too happy to see me,” she cracked out a faint smile, “I’m getting so overwhelmed with your excitement!” Yeah, she was back. She winced as she held her head for a moment. “How long have you been sitting there?” she asked before he could ask how she was doing.

“Since you got out from the operating room,” he mumbled out, still too stunned to fully process that he was speaking to her again, the memory of her laying limp in his arms still bright in his mind.

“All night? Be careful, Mr. Cassano! Don’t want to fall in love with me when you have to leave, do you?” she joked lightly, tilting her head back against her pillow as she shut her eyes. He scanned her face, as he parted his lips to speak.

Right that instant, the door swung open, the doctor and his team of nurses following him into the suite, clicking their pens and tapping against their clipboards.

“Ah, Ms. Hong, it’s good to see you’re awake. Good morning to you, Mr. Cassano, we’re just here to clarify the situation for her and go over some general guidelines for after she is discharged,” the doctor spoke methodically checking his clipboard. Vincenzo nodded and the doctor proceeded.

“Well Ms. Hong, I’m glad to say that your situation is looking good. You had severe head trauma but you managed to avoid any residual damages or concussions. We didn’t have to perform any major surgery, we just gave you some stitches. I’d advise you to be very careful for the next week and avoid operating any heavy machinery like a car. You also sustained some injuries to your ribs and torso. Overall, I’d advise you avoid any strenuous work, and possibly avoid going back to work for the week, at the very least. I assume you have someone that can take care of you?” the doctor looked up to Vincenzo, and before Cha-young could get a word in, he nodded back.

“Good,” the doctor continued on, “then Ms. Hong I think you’ll be ready to go through the discharge process and should be out by late afternoon.” They both thanked the doctor as he left, leaving the nurses behind to get her started on the process while Vincenzo waited outside for her. The rest of the process went smoothly and before he knew it, he was escorting her to the car. He helped her into her seat, despite her numerous protests that she didn’t need his help and that she didn’t need coddling. He didn’t dignify a reply and just shot her a pointed look. Over my dead body.

She settled back into the seat, leaning her head against the headrest and closing her eyes, as he set course back for her house. They fell into a comfortable silence as he focused his energy into driving. He reached all the way to the turn into her street when she awoke, eyes wide and frantic.

“No, please, no don’t take me back there. I’ll go somewhere else. Take me to the plaza, somewhere that isn’t here,” Cha-young shifted in her seat as she turned to look at him, her breathing growing panicked.

“Ms. Hong, I am not taking you to the firm, you’ll delve headfirst into your work. Doctor’s orders, remember?” he glanced at her carefully. Was she scared to go back? He had never seen her this panicked before, so vulnerable.

“Vincenzo, please, you can’t take me back there, I’m begging you,” she pleaded, her voice nearly a whisper and her fingers gripping into the carseat, “I’ll go anywhere, just not back there.” There was a sense of desperation and her eyes were wide with fear as she looked to him.

“Okay, It’s alright, you can stay in my apartment for the time being,” he repeated, hoping his shock doesn’t seep through his voice. Vincenzo . She’s never addressed him informally before, they always stuck to calling each other by their title or their last names. The way she carefully said his name, the way it rolled off her tongue. It was different, and the feeling that bloomed in his chest made him regret that he thought of her as a dalliance. He twists the car around, away from her house and last night and sets the course for his apartment.

He makes it there in record time as Cha-young falls back into a deep sleep, her head lolling to one side, her hair falling over her face and eyes. Cute . He made his way out of the car and opened the door to her seat, making sure to close the doors softly lest he startle her awake. She lay in her seat, her breathing slow and deep. She always looked so peaceful in her sleep, her dramatic expressions exchanged for a calm one. He reached out his hand towards her face, tucking her hair behind her ear, cupping the side of her face. Her skin was so soft. She let out a soft sigh then, and softly nestled against his hand, trapping it and something bloomed in his chest. Something soft and warm. And it terrified him.

He cleared his throat, and softly spoke out to her, “Ms. Hong, it’s time to wake up. We’re at my apartment.” She lets out a soft grunt as her eyes fluttered open, slowly. She stiffened for a second, before locking eyes with him and nodding and climbing out of the car, leaning on him for support. This time, she let out no snarky remarks and let him support her as they made their way into his building and up to his apartment. Vincenzo led her into the apartment, with Cha-young still leaning against his shoulder and steered the two of them into his bedroom.

“You can rest here,” he told her, softly as he helped her lay down, her body sagging against the mattress. Cha-young nodded at him, her eyes still closed, twisting herself into a comfortable position.

Cha-young thrashed as a dark figure loomed over her, growing closer as his arms grabbed out. Please don’t hurt me. She wanted to cry out but the shadow pressed against her mouth, stifling any noise. She twisted, trying to get out of it’s grasp but found herself unable to move, the figure engulfing her. Someone, please help me.

“Cha-young? Cha-young, wake up, you’re having a nightmare,” a voice called out, as she felt someone grasp her shoulders.

“No!” she screamed out, lurching forward, her hands trembling as they grasped at the sheets. Her vision blurred as she twisted and turned, trying to clear her head. I can’t breathe. Her breathing was fast and labored, as her chest filled with alarm, trying to search for a familiar figure. She looked up, as her vision cleared slowly and saw Vincenzo sitting on the bed, his arms reaching out towards her.

She launched herself into his arms, nuzzling her head against his blue silk robes, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Please, don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone,” her voice barely whispered.  She felt him stiffen, but his hands reach around her, slowly as if he didn’t want to startle her. He rubbed her back in slow circles as he pressed her against him.

“I’m here, it’s alright,” he consoled, the feel of his voice vibrating through his chest comforting her, “I won’t let them touch you ever again. You’re home with me, you’re safe.” He continued until the tightness in her chest dissipated. She pulled away slowly, feeling the tears in her eyes and against her skin cool as the wind brushed against her face.

Cha-young watched as his features softened, highlighting his boyish, delicate features. She searched his eyes, struck by how much expression he carried within them and he was looking at her with such intensity and concentration. She eased back into the bed, still holding eye contact. His hand brushed against hers for a moment, before he reached out to hold it tight, rubbing circles into her skin. She watched his face as he lifted her hand and pressed it against his lips, ever so lightly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice gravelly from sleep and exhaustion.

“For what?” she asked, softening her voice.

“I should have been there earlier. I knew they were tailing us but I didn’t get to you fast enough. I shouldn’t have dropped you off-”

“You came for me. That’s more than enough,” she swiftly replied back, gazing back up at him. There was too much she wanted to say but her throat constricted at the thought of pouring her emotions out in front of him. So she stayed there, hand in hand, memorizing his features as the moonlight shone against his face, until she fell asleep.

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Kids Again Ch 3

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Ch 3: ‘Cause sugar, no, she don't got time for that

Jason loved being Robin, but only a little more than he hated it.

The freedom, the ability to help people, having a brother to look up to and bond with...

But that all came hand in hand with the pressure to be good enough, knowing that no matter how many people he helped there were still children dying on these streets, training day in and out to try to prove to Bruce that he could live up to Dick’s legacy.

So he kept fighting

Kept running

Kept trying

Kept running out of time

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Jason trained and fought, and he ran. Always running, always half a step ahead of the bad guys, but two steps behind Dick. He couldn’t measure up. Never with the Boy Wonder.

So he got reckless. Went headfirst into situations, stopped trying to think 12 steps ahead. A person would talk just as fast if he broke a few bones, and if he could get that information faster then maybe he could save someone.

He tried to ignore the worry in Alfred’s eyes when he came in needing stitches for the fourth time that week. Avoided Dick’s questions on how he got his information to head off an arms deal. Hid his pain from Bruce when he checked in on him during debriefs.

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Jason threw his mask in the corner. He had just finished briefing Bruce on his night. Having waited for him to finally leave the cave, he limped over to the med bay. He heard the door to the house open again, assuming it was Alfred coming down he continued to dress his wounds.

“I didn’t understand what Alfred meant when he told me to make sure you hadn’t pulled your stitches. I guess I do now.”

Jason jerked up from the table, “Shit!” he grabbed his side where he had, indeed, torn his stitches.

“Jason, what happened?” Bruce came closer picking up the stitch kit. “When did you get this?” he sat down on the stool in front of him. Pulling Jason’s hand away to see the wound.

Jason grimaced when Bruce started to snip the broken stitches. Keeping silent except for a  couple of moments of major pain.

Bruce continued to clean out the wound and get ready to stitch it up again, “I’ll just keep asking, what happened? When did you get this?”

Jason kept his head down, watching Bruce’s hands while he stitched him up. The slight pull at his skin when the needle went through was welcome as he could feign being in pain to avoid talking.

“Jason, I know you gave yourself a local. I’m not stupid and you’re not that slick.” He finished the stitches and glared down at him, “Now Talk.”

Jason took a deep breath as Bruce started to put antibiotic cream on the wound and a new sterile dressing, “What’s there to say, Bruce?” Jason jumped off the table the moment Bruce was done wrapping the wound, “I ran in head first like I always do? Let my emotions get the best of me? Didn’t think anything through and almost got myself killed?” He was finally letting it all out, “What answer are you looking for? What answer would prove to you that I didn’t cause this? I took a hit because I could take it, the little girl it was meant for couldn’t.” Jason shoved past Bruce to walk up the stairs to the manor, looking back for a second he added on, “This isn’t my fault. Maybe when you send your child soldiers out you should give them better protection.”

When he got to his room he flopped into bed and screamed into the pillow. Something that he had picked up from Marinette, did actually help him to feel better. He grabbed the red notebook and started writing. Telling her about what happened, writing it out really helped. When he finished he grabbed a book from his nightstand and started to lose himself in the pages.

A knock startled him. He wasn’t sure how long it had been but he still wasn’t ready to talk to anyone.

“Jason, I know you’re not asleep. You don’t have to come out, but you do have to listen. I was wrong to put this on you.” Jason looked up with a little hope when Bruce said that, only for it to be crushed by his next words. “Letting you be Robin was too much. You weren’t ready, I see that now. I’m benching you. You need to take time to figure yourself out before coming back out there. Just, talk to me about it tomorrow okay?”

Bruce wasn’t even at the end of the hall by the time Jason had grabbed his emergency backpack. It had his extra suit in it, food for a few weeks, and all the cash he had stashed away. He knew that this would happen one day, but he was prepared. He would figure it all out for himself, maybe take Dick up on his offer to stay with him. He looked around and grabbed a novel from his shelf tucking it into the bag next to the extra pens he kept there. He made sure his notebook was in his pocket and then he opened the window. His room was on the third story, but he had made worse climbs before.

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Dick was woken up by a loud knock at his door. He rubbed his eyes and made sure none of his gear was in eyeshot before opening the door to see who was out there. “Jay-bird?”

Jason smiled as he let him into the apartment, “Good to see you, Dick. I’m not staying long, I just need you to hold onto this for me.”

Dick looked at him confused, “wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?”

Jason shrugged a little, “I’m not entirely sure. I’m looking for someone. Once I find her I’ll be back.” Jason stood by the table putting a letter into an envelope. He was in the middle of sealing the envelope when Dick grabbed his shoulder.

“What’s going on, Little Wing? You can tell me.” Dick was pleading with him, “I thought you were waiting to go find Marinette?”

“I’m not looking for her, yet. But since I don’t know when I’ll be back I need you to hold onto this for me. If she makes it to Gotham before me, give her this. Tell her I’m still coming for her.”

Before Dick could stop him Jason was out the door. He looked at the letter in his hands, he had written For my Soulmate; Marinette on the front of it. ‘I guess I’ll look after this for you Jay. Be safe.’ He picked up his phone to call Bruce. They had both been out all week looking for Jason, at least now they knew he was alive. ‘For now’ a stray thought chimed in.

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So maybe going on this mission alone was, indeed, a rash decision. Jason laughed at the irony of it all. Trying to prove he wasn’t reckless was what got him into this.

“Oh? Is the birdy finally seeing the humor in this?” Joker laughed in Jason’s face. He had just finished turning on a camera and now he was holding the crowbar over him again. Swinging quickly he opened a long gash across Jason’s chest.

Screaming in pain Jason could only think one thing, ‘please let me pass out, please let me pass out, she doesn’t deserve to see this, please whatever deity might be listening let me pass out!’

He didn’t pass out. He wouldn’t know it until many years later, but Joker had pumped enough adrenaline into his system to keep him awake until the blood loss would make him pass out. When he finally did it was like a relief honestly. Until the sound of voices in his head woke him up.

‘Jaybird! Please tell me you’re there! Little wing I’m trying to get there faster, but you have to wake up. There’s a bomb, you have to get up. Jay, you have to get up now! You have to go to the door.’

‘Jason, please! Please wake up. We need you, we need you to wake up. I need you!’

‘You don’t know me, but please live for us. We all need to meet you one day.’

‘Jason you have to get to the door.’

‘Jay, wake up!’

With all the yelling in his head, Jay was finally able to wake up and drag himself toward the door on the other side of the building. The timer on the bomb was running out. He reached up to grab the handle but found it was locked. He started to cry, seeing his end right in front of him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never got to love you Marinette.”

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The bomb went off, Dick knew the second it happened. For the final moments of Jason’s life, it was like the soulbond was wide open. All four of them were connected in a way that he had never even heard of happening. When the bomb went off it was like having a piece of himself torn away from him. He collapsed to the ground in the plane, Bruce watching him fall to pieces. They had failed him. His soulmate was dead. His little brother was dead. He could feel the pain of his Soulmate, but that didn’t compare to the heart-wrenching grief that was overtaking their final puzzle piece. He could feel her soul shattered into tiny pieces.

Bruce landed by the warehouse that Dick knew Jason was in. Of all the ways to find out who one of your platonic soulmates was, this was the worst. They recovered his body, carefully loading him into the plane. Dick found his notebook and put it in a pocket next to his own. He knew that Jason hadn’t shown anyone but him what was in there, and he wasn’t going to betray his brother’s trust. Then he held him, held the body of his little brother. The boy who tried to live up to unrealistic expectations, the kid who beat him at video games and then flipped into a wall the same night. Dick vowed to one day find Jason’s Soulmate. He needed to tell her about Jason, about how brave he was, about how he helped kids and read old poetry. He wanted to tell her all the good things because he knew she already knew the bad ones. He needed to wrap her into his arms and tell her all the good parts.

None of them in the bond would ever truly heal, but it would be better to try to pick up the pieces together than apart.

He had kept Jason’s notebook on his bookshelf in his apartment, right next to the books Jason had forgotten in his apartment each time he visited. Only a few months later, Dick was getting ready to travel to Paris, to find the remaining parts of his soulbond, when he got the news. Alfred called to tell him, there was an official travel ban on Paris. No heroes, vigilante or not, allowed into the city. Diana was enforcing it, so it would be difficult if not impossible to get past her.