#I’m drooling in a wendys

[mikyapixie]

🤩🤩🤩

[canmargesimpson]

Idk just a weird story I got in the middle of the night

When Robin told Steve they were going to New York to see an old friend, the last thing on his mind was to end up in an underground queer bar with drag queens and prostitutes. I mean he’s not complaining, but why couldn’t they meet over coffee like friends, or just a regular bar, but no. It had to be a basement of a pizza restaurant where glitter and the sticky feeling was all around them. 

“Robin, are you sure this is the place?” he said as she moved through the crowd to a free table, in front of the small yet very illuminated stage “cuz i dont think… these are your type of friends?”

“Hey handsome” a transvestite placed a hand on his shoulder and let her long nail press along making him shiver “Want something to drink?”

Robin smiled, completely pleased with the situation his friend was it

“Give me a rum and coke, and for the gentleman… get him a shirley temple please”

“What?! No!” steve shook his head “ a beer is fine please”

“A rum and coke and shirley temple on their way” she laughs as she walks away

Robin laughs too as she takes her purse and places it on the table. Steve just flips her off and looks around trying to understand where they were. The drinks were eventually served, and thankfully Steve got his beer, but also a phone number.

“Wet Wendy?” Steve reads “Her name is Wet wendy…”

“I have heard worst” robin scruggs, “and come on, have fun, you’re a fresh bisexual, and you're surrounded by everything you might like, no need to stress”

Steve breathes deeply and looks around, and before he can say something a loud music starts. It's a 80s like beat that is quite slow, and the lights started to go down while the stage curtains open

“Steve, it's starting,” Robin says as she hands him a 20 dollar bill. 

On the stage there's a chair and a woman with her back to the audience. She has long, vicious hair that is curly and puffy. The person turns around and starts to sing the song. 

“We broke up on a tuesday, 

kicked me out with the rent paid

Ruined my credit

Stole my cute aesthetic”

And oh boy was Steve hooked. Other than the amazing hair, she was wearing some small yet clear devil horns. On her face was drawn a big white heart on her face, with the rest being red. The face on her though made his jeans tight, but just a bit. I'm talking bright blue eyeshadow, with some jewels and some big lashes that made the eyes pop brighter than ever he thought it was possible. There was a red lip tainted on her lips that were glossy and shiny. And the outfit was the best part of it all. She was wearing black pleather heels with red and black lingerie that fit like a glove. No to add a thigh corset that shaped the body like an hourglass. Steve was drooling.

But when the bridge started steve was pretty sure he was in heaven

It’s hot

When you have a meltdown 

In the front of your house 

And you’re getting kicked out 

It’s hot

When you’re drinking downtown

And you’re getting called out 

Cause you’re running your mouth 

Oh god

The way she crawled on the floor while lip syncing the moans of the song made Steve's ears burn like a fever. She then layed on the floor on her back, to then arch it and show the red wine bra that had black jewels like nippels. She then got on her feet and got off the stage and walked around. People started to hand her dollars and she just grabbed them, stuffed them on her bra and then painties. Steve had to blink twice to make sure he was awake. 

The girl then noticed him. He cracked. He let out a sigh like a moan as she locked eyes with her. Her dark brown almost black eyes looked like those supernovae in Dustin space books. It just got him trapped voluntarily and it made him gulp. She started to strut to him and grabbed him by the jaw to look up at her. 

Ruin your life 

You losing you mind

You dying your hair 

People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you

crashing your car 

You breaking your heart

You thinking I care

People say I’m jealous but my kink is karma 

She sang those words as she stared at him and smirked while taking a seat on his lap. God he was in trouble now. It took everything in him to stay still and not let his third leg rise up, but sometimes things just happen and it's inevitable. He looked up at her so ashamed and sorry for what he's doing, and for making her uncomfortable. She is trying to do her job and here is Steve with his willy hard. But it was as he looked up in awe at her, as she sang to the audience while dancing on him, that she enjoyed it of sorts. She then looked down at him, smirked and kissed him, hardly leaving a bright red stain on his lips that he would rather die than to take it off. 

She climbed off him and walked back to the stage to dance where she made it very clear that not only she loves the attention but also loves the feeling on the stage. She belongs there, with her hair flowing with her moves. The way she portrays the song made it feel like she was singing to him and only him. Steve felt like he was in a world with only him and her. It was crazy.

He didn't even realize she had left until robin was snapping her finger in front of him. He looked at her and blinked again quickly and looked around

“Where did she go?” 

“Her set finished 10 minutes ago, have you just been imagining her this entire time you perv?” she laughs, but steve just stares at her

“I need to meet her” he says

“Well you will”

“What!?”

“Yeah! In a few so go to the bathroom and get yourself together men, your friend joined the party, and that not really cute when meeting new people”

Steve stood up and ran to the bathroom that thank the lord was empty at the time. He washed his face and removed the lipstick stain from his lips  and tried to calm down whatever was happening with him and his body at the moment. God he's about to meet her! He need to make a great first impression because then he’s fucked. He moved his hair from one side to another till it looked great. He smiled to the mirror and winked hyping himself up. 

“Come on harrington, you got this' ' He said before leaving the bathroom.

Robin and him walked toward the back of the so-called bar to where a room with a star on the door hung where the word “dressing room” was written. Robin knocked twice before opening the door to find a bunch of men in makeup and robes running around changing wig and shoes. But on the very end, the dark curly mane stood up clearly. Steve swallowed and inhaled deeply as they walked into the dressing room towards her. She was wearing one of those 50s womens robes with the edge being fur. It was black with red fur and it was transparent enough for Steve to see some tattoos on her back that he didn't seem to see earlier. 

“Hey!!” Robin said excitedly and she turned around.

Steve’s smiles didn’t fall… but it definitely twitched.

“Hey robs” Eddie munson said with a cig on his lips. 

He looked better than Steve remembered from high school. He looked…. Amazing actually. The way his jaw was sharp and fine, his smirk was wider and flirtier than ever. He looked…. Even better than the stage.

“How are you feeling harrington?” he smirked “didn’t know you were one for underground bars, i thought you were more of a… 3 star michelin kind of guy”

The way he smoothed talked and slithered into Steve’s head made him literally stutter with his words

“I-i-i  I mean- You- wha- li-” he then gave up trying to speak and just nodded subtly “yep”

[azarisage]

So here’s a snippet of a fic I’m working on! It’s a teen wolf fic that’s kinda a fix it? It’s definitely set after the whole Kanima thing, but Erica and Boyd are alive, Peter’s back from the dead, and Derek’s still Alpha. I’ve been drooling over the idea of What if EVERYONES PARENTS FOUND OUT?????

Like, only the Sheriff and Melissa knew??? Come on! It would be sO much fun to watch them all flip out while Stiles tries to coral a bunch of adults and two Hales into playing nice long enough to solve there freaking problems!!!! Through Chris in the mix? Glorious!

Anyway, I’m calling it Not so False Alarm, and it’s currently a wip on AO3, so we’ll see how this goes🫠

“No!,” Stiles shouted. A growl much like the wolves he spent so vary much of his time around rumbling out of his throat. “None of you are going after anything,” He stated firmly

”I don’t think you quite get it, you are mine. The Pack, is Mine. And no one touch’s what’s Mine without at least losing a hand in return.”

His tone was hard and his gaze was cold and angry, and it was almost frightening to see Stiles, laughing, joking, goofy, always smiling Stiles, with his ice cold murderous gaze turned towards them. Even though they knew he’d never hurt them.

But that was just the thing.

Stiles had called them his. And he would never hurt his people.

But someone, or something, had taken and hurt a rather large amount of his people.

And they were only now beginning to realize that to Stiles?

This kind of offense was absolutely unforgivable.

And the whiskey eyed boy was out for blood.

“Stiles, you just spent the last few hours ranting about how Scott and the other kids could be in immense danger, and you think we, their parents, are just going to sit back and watch you and your Werewolf buddies charge off into the night to go play hero? News flash son, we are the parents, and We will protect our children.” Noah cut in.

The other parents nodded in agreement, adding their own little tid-bits on how they were the adults, they should be the ones to rescue their kids.

But Wendy Martin made the unfortunate mistake of adding in her own comment of, " We, as the adults in this situation, will be able to handle it better."

The two ‘wolves, who stood only just behind Stiles, frowned deeply at this comment.

They themselves were adults, they were Werewolves for goodness sake, and they both could list quite a few times in which Stiles had been able to handle the supernatural far better than themselves. Countless times where, had it not been for Stiles, they would’ve been dead, Werewolf healing or not.

And to hear Stiles’ own father talk with such little faith about their human Pack member? About Stiles? Well that just didn’t sit right with them at all.

“I’m sorry, are you all suddenly forgetting that Stiles is far more familiar with this type of situation than all of you?” Peter huffed.

“He has been dealing with your idiotic children for years now, saving their asses, finding out everything we’ve ever needed to know through Google more often than not, and Lord knows how he manages that! So before you all go assuming things about this situation, how about we ask the guy who’s saved our lives almost a dozen times, half the time on his own.”

Stiles was slightly surprised at Peters animosity on his behalf, but the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it makes sense. Peter had always hated how the puppies would dismiss his ideas or plans, but he never really got the chance to go off on them because Stiles had always brushed it off, they were a group of teenagers, they were doing their best, but surrounded by human adults? That was another story.

They should at least be listening to the person who had the most information on how to safely go about the situation.

But still….

“I killed you.” He stated coolly, his questioning gaze turned toward the older Hale.

“Yes, by lighting me on fire if I’m remembering correctly, which I am.” He said, giving the younger a sly smile, completely ignoring the startled sounds coming from the adults around the room.

“But don’t worry, you’ve been forgiven, water under the bridge and all that.” He said, giving a dismissive shrug that was far too amused for the situation.

“Oh good, ‘cause I wasn’t gonna apologize anyway.”

“I never expected you to. To be honest I probably would’ve done the same.” He returned with a surprisingly genuine smile despite the topic of conversation.

“Alright, have we finally decided to not do anything stupid?” Stiles asked hopefully.

“Hold on, my son what?” Noah sputtered.

Some of the others began protesting the attempted topic change along with the Sheriff, and Derek sighed.

“Did you really have to bring that up Stiles?”

He was giving the teen his usual Disappointed eyebrows look, and Stiles just groaned.

“What? It’s not like he stayed dead anyway! And besides, that was years ago, we get along much better nowadays, so the chances of it happening again are really vary slim, right Peter!”He turned to give the older Hale his most innocent look, which both had learned long ago was the absolute biggest lie. Stiles could talk circles around most people, and had learned surprisingly quickly how to affectively lie to Werewolves, Stiles was a silver tonged snake when he wanted or needed to be.

“Stiles is right nephew, we’re far less prone to tearing each other apart, we’ve even been known to hold a conversation or two when the mood strikes us. I believe just the other day we had coffee at that one café Stiles likes while we went over that old book of elementals.”

Derek just rolled his eyes at the two of them, while the others were just frozen in shock.

But before anyone else could add even more questions to the pile, Stiles just had to go and make things worse.

“I will say though, getting rid of that bitch was one hell of a final act.”

Before he disappeared up the stares to grab his hidden bag of supernatural supplies, leaving the parents heads spinning, and Derek just shaking his head at the whole situation, Peter laughing madly at his favorite humans ability to cause chaos.

[angel-gone-dark]

She’s My Collar [2]

CW: uses of the word slut, minor degradation but it’s affectionate, shameless oral sex and mutual loving on april <3

@sp-by-april

Kenny groaned, slamming his head down onto one of April’s pillows.

“This is so fucking boring.” Wendy rolled her eyes at the blonde’s complaint.

“Nobody’s keeping you here.” She glared, and he met it with his own.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m here to spend time with April instead of eyefuck a textbook.”

“Oh please, you’ve been too busy eyefucking her all night!” April looked between the two as they argued, her brain slowly brewing an idea that she decided she liked. Oh yeah, she liked it a lot.

“Are you two into me?” Both jaws dropped as they looked at her.

“I mean- yes, but that’s not the whole reason I hang out with you- unlike dick for brains.” Wendy stated.

“Yeah, you’re hot and I’d like to date you. Tits big, personality cute, face pretty. I like it.” He shrugged.

“That’s so fucking shallow.” The ravenette scoffed.

“Oh, like you aren’t. You only latched onto her because she’s pretty and smart like you. If she was a bimbo bitch you’d have never paid her an ounce of attention.”

“That is not fucking true-” April cut the argument short there.

“So do me.”

“…What?!” Her ‘study buddies’ gaped at her. It took a minute, but Kenny smirked.

“You can’t pick, can you? You’re greedy, you want both.” He shoved the textbook he had off of the bed, leaning over her. “I’m okay with that if Miss Prude Pants wants to loosen up a little.” Wendy took the bait.

“I’m not a prude.” For once, she cast her studies completely aside- and right off the bed with Kenny’s.

April found herself between them, Kenny bombarding her chest with bites and kisses while Wendy focused on kissing her. The girls’ lips met, the black haired girl dominating the other’s tongue with hers. April moaned, hands gripping at the sheets as each of the two sucked rough hickeys into her skin.

Her shirt burned, and she panted as she pulled it from her body like it was on fire. Kenny practically drooled at the sight of her lacy bra, sliding his tongue eagerly over the exposed skin as his hands deftly worked the clasps. Wendy made quick work of her own clothes, too, tying up her hair and tossing her glasses to a nightstand as she focused back on April.

“God, you’re such a good girl aren’t you?” She purred. April nodded, voice whiny.

“Y-yes.” Kenny yanked down her skirt and stroked her slit over her panties.

“Fuck, that made her extra wet. She’s a goddamn slut…” He moved those down too, kissing everywhere but where she wanted him to.

“Please…” April’s voice shook, head dropping backwards and lips trembling. Wendy moved a hand through her hair gingerly.

“Please what, baby?” The object of her affections whimpered.

“Please, I just wanna feel good. I-I don’t care how.” Wendy and Kenny shared a smirk. They easily swapped their positions, the black haired girl biting teasingly into her thighs.

April gasped at the bulge in Ken’s shoddy pants as he desperately fumbled to undo his belt.

“Are you any good with your mouth?” He mumbled, yanking down his boxers to reveal his length. April started salivating- it was long, and thick, and so fucking wet with his precum. “I’ve had a fucking hard on almost all night.”

“F-fuck,” she sighed happily, eagerly wrapping her lips around his blushing red tip.

Kenny groaned out, cock twitching and jumping, pooling more pre into her awaiting mouth. As she bobbed her head on the blonde’s cock, April moaned deeply, feeling Wendy’s lips wrapping around her clit. Fingers prodded her slickened and twitching entrance, thrusting inside in such a delicious way.

Wendy easily found her sweet spot with long fingers, pressing and rubbing against it teasingly as she moved her tongue up and down April’s slit. She hummed in delight, head only separating so that she could watch her fingers sink inside of her.

“You’re so wet… and you take it so well, honey.” April moaned around the dick in her mouth, making Kenny shake as he fisted the sheets. “Good girl.”

Wendy sped her fingers, mouth reattaching to her clit. Her other hand slipped down her own body, rubbing at herself desperately. Ken moved one hand to play with April’s breasts, tweaking her nipple in rough and calloused fingers.

April’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, hips jumping upwards and hole clamping like a vice as she came. Kenny wasn’t far behind her, cum pooling into her mouth. Wendy moaned as she finished, cleaning April dutifully with her tongue.

The three just sat and breathed for a bit, before Wendy pulled on her panties and made her way to get a washcloth from the bathroom. Kenny took it and wiped April up as the half- naked girl made her drink water.

“How are you feeling?” Wendy asked, tossing the other girl one of the tshirts from her drawer.

“Like that was the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life?” She laughed, slipping it and her panties on. Kenny sat awkwardly, now re-clad in his boxers and tanktop.

“So what now?” April and Wendy raised their eyebrows at him.

“Now she’s our girlfriend, you idiot. But only if she wants to be.” She kissed her new partner on her cheek.

“Please, Ken? I don’t wanna pick.” April’s pout made him cave instantly.

“Yeah, okay, yes.” He laughed a little, being pulled down to cuddle with the two.

April smiled, yawning. She could get used to sex this good.

word count: 921

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if you found any mistakes umm no you didn’t <3

[moominofthevalley]

A Kiss Left of You

Emily enjoys a rainy Sunday morning.

trystan x emily

teen | wc: 578

a/n: a short drabble inspired by the songs ‘my love mine all mine’ and ‘heaven’ by mitski; as well as the poem ‘the orange’ by wendy cope.

And that orange, it made me so happy. As ordinary things often do.

Emily’s eyes met the hustle and bustle of the city. Dewy droplets fell on the large window of Trystan’s penthouse. An overcast of grey clouds blanketed the afternoon sky. The leaves of nearby trees were a faded green; how lovely the world became during late spring. Behind Emily lay the sleeping man she loved more than anything.

They had just gotten back from a walk with Twilight, their boots stained with mud and dirt. Twilight, of course, loved it all; her fur still drying from the rain. Trystan slept on the couch, his furry friend curled up by his feet. The two looked adorable, and Emily managed to take a quick photo of them cuddling.

Emily walked over to the kitchen, her bare feet cold from the hardened floors. Coffee beans and all their love filled up the room. Her heart fluttered, hands curling about the two mugs by the coffee machine. This was all Emily ever wanted – lazy, rainy days with her found family.

Plump oranges were bunched up in the fruit bowl. Picking one up, the scent of citrus ran to her nose. Her father cut her fruits as a child, an Asian rite of passage. To be told ‘I love you’ through a bowl of fruit.

For her, love was peeling oranges. To ignore all the pith gathering underneath your nails, to split it in half; and to give your lover the bigger piece.

Emily peered into her chest, content with everything inside. All Emily truly had was love; love for her father, love for Uncle Tommy, love for the agency, and love for Trystan. Her heart will forever be hers. It will grow and crack through time, but it’s hers to mend and hers to cherish.

Digging her nails into the orange, juices and white strands cluttered under her nails. To love someone is to peel their oranges, cut their fruits, kiss the back of their neck when zipping up their suit; to seal their nights with care.

With the skin of the orange off, she split the fruit in half. Her hands were sticky with orange pulp, and Emily smiled at the easy burden. Her ears pricked up as the bubbling coffee sang, steam coming out of the machine. Fondness danced inside her, admiring how much loving someone was essentially just habits and actions. To build a routine, for your body to become used to being seen by another.

Emily poured two cups of coffee, the well-loved mugs, and the freshly peeled orange set on the table in front of Trystan. He continued slumbering, occasionally snoring, and – although he would never admit it – drooling as well.

Nothing was outstanding about today, but for Emily and Trystan, it was perfect. Despite the rain showers, the grey skies, and the muddy paws, they still had a beating heart at the end of it. Emily adored waking up in Trystan’s arms, making pancakes for breakfast, and walking around Central Park in the spring weather. 

This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

Emily gently laid on her lover, her face resting on Trystan’s chest. Instinctively, his hands met the back of her head, stroking Emily’s hair. Her cheeks rose in heat as she reached to kiss his forehead. His eyes met Emily’s, glistening with affinity. One word from Trystan could silence her forever.

“I love you. I’m glad I exist.”

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A/N: this was just so lovely writing :') i hope u guys all loved it! <3 (can you guys tell that food is my love language..)

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[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 3  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,855 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 4 =>

The next morning Kyle and Stan stood at the bus stop, talking about who knows what. You weren't paying attention. You showed up with the widest grin on your face. “Sup guys”

Kyle and Stan looked up at you “Nothing, Kyle's just mad that I didn’t do my homework.” Stan rolled his eyes while Kyle looks straight up pissed at his bestie. Kyle practically growled foaming at the mouth a little. “It’s not because you didn’t do your homework, it’s because I didn’t finish mine!” They continued to argue over whose fault it was when Cartman and Kenny showed up. Cartman scoffed “calm down you fucken jew”

“Shut the fuck up you fucking fat ass!” Kyle was already in a mood he didn't need this on top of it. Stan just stared at the redhead and sighed “Kyle you do know that the more you react, the more he’s just going to do it right?” Kyle crossed his arms and muttered to himself “Yeah well he’s still a fat ass.” Stan just rolls his eyes wanting to change the subject. When he was met with silence he huffed. Does he have to do everything around here? He looked over to you. “So (Y/N) did you pick a song for the talent show?”

Perking up you go digging through your bag and pull out the CD carefully placed in a case that read ‘(Y/N)’s song’ in big bold black sharpie. You held it up waving it around so everyone got a good look at it. “I sure did and it’s the best song in the world! I just have to make sure no one else sings it.” You peer at Cartman who was practically drooling as the bus pulled up. Now he just needs to take the bait and you're golden. Stan got on the bus first ditching you guys to sit next to Wendy. You sat by Kyle and Kenny sat by Cartman who sat in the aisle seat just like you.

Kyle noticed you were still staring at the CD “(Y/N) you should probably put that away before you loose it.”

“There’s no way I’ll loose it but yeah I probably should.” Continuing to look at Kyle you slip the CD into your bag in a way that it slips out and ends up on the floor instead. Kyle looks at you concerned while you were still staring at him. “You’re acting strange. Are you okay?”

You just giggle “No I’m not! I mean I'm fine. Just excited for school is all.” You curse yourself, at this point you might blow your cover.

 Cartman was still staring at you when you tried to put the CD away, watching as it slipped out and on the floor right in front of his feet. What luck! Catman glanced over at Kenny before he swiftly picked it up making sure the blond was still preoccupied with the window. You were still talking to Kyle so this was the perfect opportunity to steal it for himself. Whistling like nothing happened he shove the golden ticket into his bag, thinking to himself "This will be the end of (Y/N). Oh how glorious it will be to watch her fall, now what to do with a slave."

 The rest of the morning was uneventful, almost eerily so. You were at your locker, switching out your books for the next class and when you closed your locker you were met with a smug look and an emotionless face “Hey (shorter version of your name because that’s how Clyde rolls) sup.”

“Holy Shit!” He was too close. You jumped back and dropped all the books “What do you want Clyde?” You sighed and bent down to pick them up. That was when your hand met another’s and your eyes met a pair of lovely deep blue ones. A light pink tint crept it’s way to Craig’s cheeks while yours were flushed red. You retracted your hand as he gave you the last book. Out of the guys you were told to avoid, Craig was at the top of the list although you didn’t know why. It was something that Stan tried to enforce but then realized he couldn’t force you to ignore his presence. Not that Craig has much presence. He’s pretty quiet and keeps to himself for the most part but something about the lone wolf energy makes him cute in your eyes.

Clyde cleared his throat to regain your attention. “It’s about Cartman”

You rolled your eyes. Of course it was. "And?" You wanted him to get to the point.

Your one word answer caught him off guard as he fumbled over his words. “Well you’re still fairly new here so you might not know how big of an Asshole Cartman is.”

It was true but Kyle had been trying his damndest to catch you up to speed. “Yeah didn’t he like kill someone’s parents and feed them to the kid?”

Clyde paused. We wasn’t expecting you to know that. “Uh, yeah” things went silent. This is not how he planed this talk to go.

You waved your hand around and started walking away. “I’ll be fine.~”

His face was priceless as you brushed him off. He tried regaining his composure. “That’s the spirit I actually just came over here to motivate you to kick his ass because everyone is making bets!”

That stooped you in your tracks. You turned so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. “WHAT?!” you suddenly dropped all of the books in your arms again and release a frustrated sigh as you picked them up again this time both Clyde and Craig helped you. seriously why did you have so many books to carry around. 

“Yeah ever since yesterday you’ve been the talk of the school.” 

Dusting off a few of the books you looked around and lo and behold everyone was staring and whispering to each other. You just smile with pride “Well, I guess I need to put on one hell of a show right?” 

Clyde smiles and nods giving you a thumbs up as Craig just leans forward meeting you eye to eye. One word. "Safe.”

 It was the only thing he said as he walked away without Clyde. “Hey wait up Craig, goodbye (Y/N)” he waved and tried to catch up with his best friend. Kyle walked up behind you as you pinched the bridge of your nose “What was that all about?”

“That last bit? Honestly I have no idea, let’s just get lunch.”

 During Lunch you played with your food. One word “safe” and whatever the hell he was mumbling but what did it mean. You glanced over to Craig, what was he thinking under that emotionless face of his. His eyes are so cold; it’s like he’s bored and doesn’t bother to do anything. Is that why he told you not to hang around Stan’s gang because they actually do things and get into crazy situations, but then does he want to do things or is he irritated that they do things and he just wants things to be peaceful. You stabbed your fork into the chicken on your plate and let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s up with her?” Stan said more to Kyle than anyone else on the table; they both looked at you while you were still dazed looking at Craig. “She said she didn’t know but I’m guessing it has to do with Craig” Kyle followed your line of sight to meet Craig’s cold eyes which sent shivers down both of your spines and you snap out of your concentrated state.

“Just what’s his deal? First he flips me off, tells me not to hang around you guys and then, safe.” You waved your fork around for emphasis.

The super best friends look at each other and shrug “Safe?”

“Trust me I don’t get it any more than you do.”

“Maybe he’s trying to trip you up so you don’t do well tomorrow.” Kenny looked over to Craig then back to you before adding “Could be because of all the bets against you.” You nod while Stan and Kyle’s eyes widen “People are making bets?!” 

You casually sipped your milk not that surprised anymore. “Yeah and apparently Clyde is betting that I will win.”

“Really!” Kyle shouted

“Yeah I find it kind of funny how it’s actually become such a big thing.” Back home you were never the center of attention. It felt bizarre.

“Nah you get used to that feeling after a while especially if it involves Cartman in any way.” Stan comments and everyone agrees. Kenny looked up from whatever it was he was doing only now noticing that Cartman isn't even here “Speaking of Cartman before I got here I saw him with Jimmy, he was helping him hit on a girl.”

“huh”was all anyone said on that matter. You all continued eating lunch until Wendy and her blond friend walked up to the table. “Hi Stan do you guys mine if we borrow (Y/N) for a moment.” You kind of just quirk an eyebrow and point at yourself “You want to borrow me for a moment? Why?” The girls grabbed both of your arms and just dragged you out of the cafeteria.

“Guys help meeeeeeee!” 

Kyle, Kenny and Stan know better to get in Wendy’s way so they just smile awkwardly and wave you off. As so as you were taken into the hallway Wendy smiled “Okay so I know we don’t really talk but I am Stan’s girlfriend and you are one of Stan’s friends. We want to help you for tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to seem rude but I don’t think I need help.” 

Bebe laughed at you “Really? Have you looked in a mirror, honey you need as much help as you can get-” Wendy lightly punched her friend in the arm “Rumor is going around that you’re going to be doing something big right. All we’re trying to say is part of the talent show’s judging is based on your costume.” She trailed off and the both looked at you. Wendy cleared her throat before speaking again.

“We feel that your look needs something more if you’re going to even think about winning tomorrow night.” You couldn’t help but laugh “Guys this is just my everyday attire, I didn’t plan on wearing something like this tomorrow night I already picked out a dress.” Wrong words, you should have kept your big mouth shut.

“We want to see! If it meets our standards we’ll stop bothering you, but if it doesn’t we’re taking you shopping!”

 After class you didn't leave your seat instead you slammed your head down and felt someone poke your arm. You shift just enough to see Kenny "(Y/N) we're all going to Stan's to play games you wanna come?"

"I want to but Wendy and Bebe plan on kidnapping me right about now so I can't." You saw them in the doorway with the biggest smiles you've ever seen. They were kinda creeping you out.

[whyulooklikethat]

Pipers Princess Pt3

So I'm thinking of doing Cobra Kai charters x reader (Moon, Hawk, Robbie, etc...) What do you think?

Peter Pan x Fem!Reader OUAT.

Wornings: use of the word Idiot, awkward ppl, tree climbing, use of Y/n L/n, bad writing, Misspelling, tell me if there's anything else.

And now I’m just standing there. I probably look like an idiot but so do they, they're staring at me like it’s the first food they’ve seen in years! Some of them are actually drooling! “So these are the lost boys?” I break the silence. “Oh umm yeah and you’ve already met felix.” “Yeah, and you can teleport?” “Yes, I can, cool isn’t it?” “Yeah. Umm so it’s ALL boys, I'm the only girl?” “Indeed you are” “Why?” “Why? Well Because you are very special” “Special? How am I special?” “Y/n? Are you hungry?” Felix interrupts. “Oh, yeah that's why we came here!” ‘I know Peter is avoiding this question, but why? And the question about how the time is different. Speaking of, I should check the time’ then look down at my watch to see the new time. 8:36 so time does change here. 

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Peter and Felix had to go do some random shit. So I was left alone, Sitting on a log not far from the woods. I can see all the lost boys staring at me, some of them whispering to a friend or two. But then something unexpected happens, one of the boys sits next to me. “So, you're the new recruit?” He says, looking at me. “I suppose so.” “Well I’m Devin.” He says, sticking out his hand. I’m hesitant at first not really knowing him, but he seems nice enough… “I’m Y/n” I say, shaking his hand. There is a moment of awkward silence. I look down to relieve some of the tension, noticing our hands still in the same position. This time I am the one to let go. He looks slightly… disappointed? So I smile at him and say “Have you ever climbed a tree?” “No, why?” “Because you're about to.” I say and grab his hand and drag him to a nearby tree, I then let go of him and jump, grabbing a branch and pulling myself up. “C’mon!” I shout out of happiness, reaching out for his hand. He looks at it, contemplating what he’s going to do. Suddenly he grabs my hand. Immediately I pulled him up. “You're really light!” I say surprised. “Really?” “Yes, also… Tag!” I say taping him and then starting to run, well more of jumping from branch to branch, and tree to tree, even swinging on the vines. Evenchily I stop, finally noticing he is no longer behind me. I sit down on the branch and out of the corner of my eye I see… Is that another girl? Turning my head I see her. Short, half blond, half brunet, pretty, and most definitely a girl. You see there are two options: she's Wendy or Tinkerbell based on the stories. She turns her head, and sees me. I wave at her and she waves at me. But it’s more of a come here wave rather than a hello wave. So I jump down and walk over to her. “Who might you be?” She says. “Y/n.” I pause thinking about whether or not I should tell her my full name. “Y/n L/n” I say. “I’m sorry did you say Y/n L/n?” “Yes, I did.” “Oh my lord. He actually did it…” “Who did what?” “Did he not tell you? I suppose that makes sense. Oh yeah, “He” Is Pan.” “So what did he not tell me and who are you?” “We should talk about this inside…”

Idk why I stopped here but i did...

[tiniedemon]

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all’s well that ends

alternate ending

professor chaos/butters stotch / reader

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inspired by ‘all’s well that ends’ by rainbow kitten surprise

cw | mentioned character death

you woke up to the sound of beeping. it was consistent, growing louder with every moment you were awake. you struggled to open your eyes and slid your hand across the sheet below you, making contact with something solid. your fingertips grazed over it as a groan left your lips, discovering soft skin and a faint trace of prickly hair.

the light blinded you, piercing every crevice of your corneas as you opened your eyes. you blinked against the light and sluggishly turned your head towards solid object you’d made contact with, spotting a mop of messy blonde hair drooling on the white sheets below your body.

professor chaos had downgraded to his civilian clothes, a medical eyepatch covering his glass eye and a green hoodie hanging off his thin frame. you let a small smile grace your features, gaze jumping around to the other bodies in your hospital room.

wendy testaburger was slumbering in the corner of the room, wrapped up in her boyfriend stan marsh’s arms on a small cot. on the other corner of the room was kyle broflovski, his body slumped over and asleep in an uncomfortable-looking chair. all three of them were hooked to separate ivs, three poles on wheels crammed into your rather small room.

you made eye contact with kenny mccormick, the man dressed in dark colors, a sullen look on his face. he was staring dead at you with the straightest face you’d ever seen on his face. he was sat opposite butters, slouching in a chair directly beside your bed.

“glad to see you’re alive,” he whispered, leaning forward to rest his elbows against your bed. you smiled softly at him, smoothing your free hand over the sheets to grasp one of his.

“i’m alright, ken,” you responded. he sighed and let his head drop, thumb running over your knuckles.

“i’m so sorry for what i did to you, y/n. i can never forgive myself for it.” you shook your head slowly, tapping the space between his thumb and index finger to catch his attention. the look in his eyes was nothing short of regretful, tears glazing them over and eyebrows drawn up in the center.

“i forgive you, ken. i was fully prepared to kill you if i had to, and i know you were fully prepared to do the same. i don’t hold it against you.” kenny sighed, his blonde hair swaying as he shook his head.

“i truly don’t understand how you can be so kind, but so ruthless in combat,” he chuckled. you chuckled along with him, a cough bubbling in your throat. his head shot back up, eyes huge and alarmed. you were still smiling, and he relaxed upon seeing the lack of blood on your lips. thank god you weren’t bleeding internally anymore. thank god you were alive.

butters groaned on your other side, slowly lifting his head while he rubbed his temples. the second he made eye contact with you, he froze. his jaw dropped and tears glimmered in his good eye, his hand flipping over to squeeze yours.

“hey, baby,” you whispered, the man breaking out into a huge smile as he sobbed. his forehead fell against the back of your hand, shoulders shaking with every soft cry that wracked his body.

“i’ll leave the two of you alone,” kenny whispered, pressing a swift kiss to the side of your head as he stood and left. you watched him go with a soft grin, then turned your attention back to your weeping lover.

“i thought you died, y/n,” he cried. your heart broke, tears rolling down your cheeks as you used your free hand to stroke the lengthy blonde hairs on the back of his head.

“i know, baby. i shouldn’t have been so reckless.”

butters shook his head, snapping his head up to meet your saddened gaze. his lips quivered as sob after sob slipped through them, his body leaned forward to stare at you more intently.

“don’t you blame yourself for this, sweetheart. i saw you out there. you tried your best. you always try your best.” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, collapsing into a mess of tears and wails. you sighed, heart breaking in your chest.

“look at me sweetheart,” you hummed, cupping his chin once he finally lifted his head to look at you. “i told you i wasn’t leaving you, right? the universe worked it all out for us. we weren’t supposed to end so suddenly. now we can live our best lives together.”

butters sniffled, wiping the tears from his face, and stood up just far enough to kiss your forehead. you closed your eyes at the contact, grabbing the back of his head to pull him into a real kiss, his lips soft against yours. you scooted far enough over for him to crawl into bed with you, his head rested against your chest and your arms and legs wrapped around one another.

you inhaled deeply, relishing his scent and his warmth against you. god, you were so thankful you lived. you were so thankful to whoever brought you back from what you were sure was death.

just outside your hospital room, leaned against the wall beside the door, kenny smiled to himself. cthulhu’s curse swelled in his chest, and now yours.

[marshmonaut]

Grimoire- Chapter Three

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Well, it’s fourth period, once again. There they are, once again. Sitting in the same spot they always do in this class. I always counted it as divine luck that we were given the same class for history, but then they never acknowledged my existence. What else is new for me though? Then again, they never really acknowledge anyone, except the “Rainbow Child.” They just stare out the window the whole time. Actually, I think this is the only class those two don’t share. 

I wonder what they’re always thinking about when they space out like that? They always look so...sad. Like they’re constantly surrounded by storm clouds, even when it’s sunny and clear out. Maybe I can ask them at lunch. Wait no, I can’t just go up and ask them something like that. Maybe if I ask the Rainbow Child to ask her for me? No, they’ll think I’m even more of a loser if I do that, if not a stalker, especially after this morning. Wait, am I still staring at them? I am. Dude, stop being such a creep! Plus, I need to pay attention to the teacher or I’m going to fail this next test. 

However, right as I’m thinking this, they snap their head around and their eyes lock onto mine. They narrow their eyes when they notice me looking at them. That coldness is still there. Crap! Now they know I was staring. Ok, just keep it cool man. Just start looking around so it doesn’t seem like you were looking at them...even though you totally were. Geez, they’ll never-

“Mr. Einar, can you repeat the last thing I just said?” I nearly jump out of my skin as I whip my head around to address the teacher’s sudden question. I have no idea what she just said. Maybe I can make something up?

“Uhhhh…..” I manage to mutter out as I feel myself start to flush that oh-so-embarrassing shade of bright red. Good job brain, you’re really helping me put here!

“Uh huh, as I thought.” She lowers her glasses on the bridge of her nose to peer out at me from over them. The long ruler that she had been using to point to the board with was now tapping impatiently on its surface. “Look, I know global economics might not be as interesting as far off kingdoms or made up fairytales to you,” she says while slowly turning to face the class. Putting her hands on her desk, still staring at me from over the rims of her glasses, she continues, “but in my class they are just as important and I’d like for you to at least pay some attention to the lessons.”

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am,” I mumble and shrink down further in my seat. I try to force myself to look forward and absorb what was on the board. As the lesson goes on, however, all I can think about is those emerald eyes. Such an intense look. I don’t even know that person’s name but somehow, their eyes have the ability to entrance me like nothing else. It feels like I could fall into them forever, like getting lost in an endless forest. It’s almost...intoxicating. And a little scary.

Ok dude. Seriously. Am I even listening to myself? That’s it, later at lunch I am going to talk to them. I at least need to ask their name and apologize again for mowing them down. “I also have to give them back this book.” When this thought pops into my head, I reach down into my backpack to check if the ancient-looking leatherbound journal, which I had stowed away, was still there. It was, safe and sound. Good. They dropped it and left it behind when we crashed in the hall earlier this morning, but I was too busy drooling like a mute idiot to give it to them. And I was almost late to the only class we share, this one, because I ran into some…issues after gym class. But, at least one of those things will be changing come lunch time.

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“Oh no. OH NO! Where is it?!” I say as I dump the contents of my bag onto the table in front of Wendy’s tray. The students bustling about around us don’t even look our way as my outburst is drowned out by the noise of the cafeteria. It’s one of the few times a day here that no one cares about what I’m doing, which is just fine by me. Especially now.

“Where’s what?” Wendy half speaks, half garbles out the question as she munches on what she calls a “Marshmallow Munchie” sandwich. One piece of bread has rows of apple jelly, nutella, and marshmallow fluff while the other has columns of cashew butter, pretzel pieces, and mashed bananas. ‘That way, each bit has a different flavor and texture combination! It’s like a carnival in my mouth!’ I recalled her saying quite proudly when I asked her why in the Realms she would make something like that, let alone eat it. 

It’s quite an ingenious concoction actually and pretty delicious when you try it. I also remember being impressed at how creatively she got around her peanut allergy with the cashew butter, which I hadn’t heard of until that day. Where I’m from, she could be a brilliant potion maker if she wanted to be. I continue looking around me as Wendy washes her lunch down with some strawberry milk and then gives me a questioning look.

“My book! That old journal-looking thing I always carry around with me?” I say as I continue to frantically search through my things. I should have already found it by now, but my panic is driving me to check through the same three books over and over again.

“The leather one? Oh yeah, I didn’t see you with it today. Weird,” she says as she begins trying to rip open her package of miniature frosted animal cookies. When she couldn’t use her fingernails successfully, she began tearing into it with her teeth and making little snarling noises. If I wasn’t so panicked, I would have laughed at the little happy dance that followed her success this time around.

“This. Is. BAD. I NEED to find that book, Wendy. Like, yesterday.” I say and place my head into my hands to rub my temples and begin thinking. I close my eyes. Ok, breathe. I just need to retrace my steps. I had it this morning in my hands when I walked out the door. I was carrying it tightly on the way to school. I had it walking into school. Then, I was putting it into my inner jacket pocket when I walked in the door and crashed into…My eyes snap open.

“THAT KID!” I practically scream into Wendy’s face as the realization hits me. Her eyes widen in shock and she jumps a little in her seat in response. “Sorry, that was loud.” I pat her shoulder to comfort her before continuing. “I just remembered that before I saw you this morning, some kid ran into me and knocked me over. All of our stuff went flying and I guess I didn’t notice that my book skittered off somewhere. Craaaaaap,” I sigh with frustration and lay my head back down onto the table dejectedly. “Now I have to go hunt it-” 

“Uh, hey…” says a vaguely familiar interrupting voice. Wendy and I both snap our heads up simultaneously and stare up at the source of the noise. By some grace of graces, it was the same scrawny looking person from earlier, the one I had run into this morning in the hall. “You, uh, dropped this. Earlier. When I, uh, ran into you. Well, more like you were a brick wall and I was a wrecking ball and I knocked you down. Not to say that you’re, uh, built like a brick wall or anything. Also, not to say that you aren’t, erm, strong or anything. I’m sure you’re very strong! I just, ah…I-I’m...going to shut up now. Here,” they say and then shove something into my hands. 

Before I can say anything, they begin to quickly walk away as I look down at the object I am now holding. It’s…my book! Holy crap, they had it this whole time? And they brought it back to me? It doesn’t look severely damaged or even a little dirty from the floor. The seal doesn’t even look like they attempted to open it. Did they take care of this until they could give it back to me? Maybe this kid isn’t so bad after all. Well good, now I just have to be more careful with this thing. If it ended up with the wrong people I would never forgive myself. The less people that interact with both it and me the be-

“Hey wait! C’mere for a sec’ will ya? What’s your name kid?” Wendy’s voice jolts me out of my own head as she calls out after the delivery person. They turn around slowly, a look of confusion and, I wanna say hope? Yeah, hope, mixed on their face.

“Avalon. Avalon Einar, but my friends call me Lonnie. Er, they would anyway, if…” They trial off and look down at their feet as they reach their hand out. I stare at it, wondering what the heck they want me to do with it. They aren’t holding anything anymore so, what am I looking at?

“Uh…” I say. This is when Wendy, after looking back and forth between us, sighs exaggeratedly and rolls her eyes.

“Oh boy…” I hear her whisper, a little amusedly, under her breath. She takes their hand and gestures for them to take a seat next to her, but farthest from me. “I’m Wendy Aberra. My pronouns are she/her/they. And this eloquent creature,” she makes some elaborate hand waves towards me, as if showing me off, “is Solara Nightshade. Also she/her/they, right RaRa? Just, don’t call her by her full first name unless you want a broken rib.” 

Wendy giggles and winks at me when she notices me glaring at her a little. She knows she’s one of the few people who can call me either of those names, but that doesn’t mean I want her introducing me with them. She takes my hand in her other free one, her arms criss crossed in front of her body, and shakes both before resuming her attack on the tiny sugary creatures in front of her. Lonnie blanches a bit but lets out a small chuckle and nods his head in understanding. 

“Just Sola, thanks. And yeah, that’s right Wendy. Thanks for the intro,” I say curtly, indicating that I was pretty much done with this conversation. Wendy, on the other hand, was more than happy to keep things going. 

“Oh, what are your pronouns, Lonnie? I like to ask everyone when we meet for the first time!” Despite my efforts to seem closed off and uninterested in the conversation, Wendy has a way of drawing people in towards her. She’s so bubbly and friendly that once you get her to start talking, which isn’t hard to be fair, you can’t help but want to keep her talking. I can see Lonnie being drawn in by the same effect and I ease up a little. Anyone who is nice to Wendy can get a little grace from me, I guess.

“Oh, uh, I guess they would be he/him for me? I never really thought about it before but I guess I would go with those,” Lonnie replies as he begins to set his backpack down on the floor and open it. “You said your last name is Nightshade? As in Mr. Nightshade, the Paranormal Studies teacher?” He’s looking directly at me with those sapphires again and I almost forget my own name for a second when we lock gazes. He’s pulled out some napkins and utensils to set on the table in front of him. Now, he’s starting to pull something else out from his backpack as he waits for my answer. 

I need to answer carefully. After all, I have no idea who this kid is or how much he already knows about me. I don’t need anymore trouble coming my dad’s way because of me, either. Before I can give him a convincing lie, though, I hear Wendy pipe up excitedly. 

“OHMYGOSH EVERYONE SHUT UP! CAN WE TALK ABOUT YOUR LUNCHBOX FOR A MINUTE?!” She practically screams out her words as she spots the metal box that Lonnie has placed on the table in front of him. He looks shocked once more and starts to stutter, like his brain had malfunctioned with the sudden burst of attention. “Where did you get that? I NEED a unicorn version like, last century!” Wendy continues to gush over the box, her eyes wide with childlike awe as she looks up and down between it and Lonnie.

“Er, well, actually I made it myself. I bought the metal box blank off of Amazon, but I painted all the different scenes on it myself by hand,” he replies, puffing out his chest a little with pride. Just like that, the topic has shifted from me and onto the various pictures of what turns out to be some pretty impressively drawn epic battle scenes of knights, dragons, and princesses on his lunchbox. When he turns the lunch box around for Wendy to inspect better, I see that they’re all differing twists on the classic tropes. In one scene, the princess is rescuing the knight from the dragon. In another, the dragon is dressed in armor and rescuing the knight from a demonoid princess with wings. They all look professionally done, so it’s probably the reason why it caught Wendy’s eye, given her proclivity for art. 

This is also reason number five-thousand-seven-hundred-and-three for why Wendy is the best friend ever. I bet she could sense my discomfort at the attention and shifted the focus to make me feel better. She’s always been acutely aware of other’s emotions, but especially mine, even back when we first met. It always feels like we can talk to each other in our own language, without even looking at each other, just by feeling each other’s vibes. Like we can read each other’s thoughts. She’s also always been a spot on character detector, which is why I feel ok easing up around Lonnie, for now. I can tell that she doesn’t seem to view him as a threat. For the rest of lunch, I look on as they excitedly talk about the legends of King Aurthur, Merlin, and how awesome it would be if magic was actually real. If only they knew.

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Four: An Unfortunate Meeting

Summary: Beauxbaton’s biggest prankster has finally been expelled from the French boarding school. Having limited choices, Iris Evans is sent to join her sister at Hogwarts. As she adjusts to the new scenery, Lily’s twin makes new friends with a different array of people. Though there was no doubt that she would become friends with the Marauders.  

Word Count: 8035

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SUN POURED THROUGH THE LARGE GLASS PANE windows in the girl's dorm. Unlike the morning before, Iris had actually woken up before any of the other girls. She was quick to take a shower and get dressed in her uniform. She had taken her time while getting ready and was, for some reason, quite energetic. Perhaps it was just leftover excitement from the day before, but she didn't really care. Though now that she thought about it, she did feel strange after using her perfume, but that doesn't matter. By the time she had finished brushing her short hair, Wendy had woken up, "Mornin'," She yawned.

"Morning, Wendy."

Wendy stretched and climbed out of her bed, "why are you up early?" The skepticism that was in her voice was evident to Iris as she gathered her robes.

Iris hummed in innocence, "I just am, I don't see why that would be a problem." She sat on her bed and cuddled Shadow who laid in her lap, sleeping. Wendy stared at her for a moment longer with narrowed eyes before shuffling into the bathroom to take a shower.

Surprisingly, the next person to wake up wasn't Lily, it was Marlene who climbed out of her bed. Her hair was knotted and all over the place while drool was left on the corner of her mouth. She might be quite a pretty girl, but the same can't be said when she just woke up. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." Iris teased.

Marlene only grunted in reply as she stalked around the room to gather her belongings. Iris sighed contently and ran her hand through Shadow's fur as she watched her roommates get ready. Lily had yet to get out of bed, for some reason. Soon an idea then popped into her head as a smirk slowly crawled onto her face.

When Wendy noticed the smirk, she grew weary of what the girl was possibly thinking. She was slightly frightened by the look of mischief that was in her eyes. She felt like leaving the room might have been a good option at the moment.

Iris slipped off of her bed, waking Shadow up from his peaceful sleep, and tiptoed over to Lily's bed. She moved to stand on the side of Lily's bed with a wide smirk decorating her face. Oh, she was going to get her payback.

"Lily, wake up…" She whispered and waited a moment before shrugging her shoulders as her sister only continued to sleep peacefully. Oh well, she tried to wake her up, and now, she needed to use some drastic measures. She cracked her neck and cleared her throat lightly. She then started to shake her twin excessively and yelling at the top of her lungs right in her ear. "Get up, Lillian! Wake up!" Lily yelped at the noise and movement and rolled over. Of course, by rolling over, Lily had accidentally fallen off of her bed with a thump. Iris smiled triumphantly while a sense of deja vu washed over her. "Good morning, sister dearest."

Lily sat up slowly on the other side of the bed and glared at her sister from the floor. "I hate you so much."

"Just paying you back for yesterday," Iris commented cheekily and waved her hand dismissively. "Now, I'm heading to the Great Hall because I'm actually ready, unlike some of us." With that, she grabbed her wand, her books and strolled out of the dorm room.

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The Great Hall was filled with many students who were already divulging themselves in their breakfast. Many were tired already as they hated having to wake up so early in the morning while others were buzzing with excitement for the day. Iris had yet to make it to the Great Hall, however. She may have been sidetracked on her way to breakfast by the perfect opportunity to play a trick on Filch and Mrs. Norris. She just had to make sure that she avoided the squib for the rest of the day, or she may end up with detention with the putrid man for the rest of the year. Though, she must admit, if she did end up with detention, it would be so worth it. She reveled in her feelings of pride and satisfaction from the prank that she wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings.

She was shoved in the back and the shove was almost hard enough to push her onto the ground. Iris was able to keep her balance and spun around with a glare. The push wasn't a accident, and she knew that. It definitely felt intentional, and Iris was starting to become mildly annoyed that anyone would do that. Anger bubbled up in her as she came to face with two Slytherin boys.

The first looked to be only a year younger than her with short black hair that had far too much gel in it. The light from the sun had been reflected off of his hair and Iris had to squint her eyes to see the boy properly. His eyes were narrowed towards her with a surprising amount of malice. She knew that Slytherins had a hatred for Gryffindors, but she didn't necessarily expect to be attacked without cause. The boy did have a eerily similar look to one of her friends. If he had longer hair, a spark of mischief in his grey eyes and an aura of arrogance, she swore he could have been a slightly younger version of Sirius.

The second boy had blonde, almost white, hair and dull blue eyes. The boys skin was a pale as a sheet and Iris didn't know if she was looking at a boy or a ghost! He held an immeasurable amount of loathing that was directed towards her and she was sure that he thought she would cower under his stare. Perhaps that's what most people did when he looked at them, but not Iris. After a moment passed, she could tell that he noticed that as his upper lip pulled back in a sneer in hopes of intimidating her. She gave him an unamused look and raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a reason you assaulted me? Or are you just wasting my time?" She asked cooly with her arms crossed and a bored expression.

The younger boy sneered at her, "do you think you're funny?"

Iris rolled her eyes, "wasting my time it is." She snorted humorlessly and tilted her head, "I do find myself funny, but I have a feeling that isn't really the reason why you decided to push me."

The boys shared a glance with each other and turned back to her. "It appears that not all Gryffindors are as stupid as we believed," the blonde boy smirked though there was no sign of amusement anywhere on his face as he shared a glance with his friend once again.

Iris shook her head and sighed, "you two must be living under a rock if you think Gryffindors are stupid. If we're done here, I'm leaving." She turned to leave the two boys who were getting on her nerves and started to head to the Great Hall. Honestly, what is wrong with these boys for them to randomly assault her. She didn't prank them personally, at least, she didn't recall doing so, and definitely found their actions to be overreactions. If she did prank them, it was a prank. They need to learn to let things go, Iris bitterly thought as she tried to march away from them. However, it seemed like the two Slytherins weren't done with her.

The blonde boy, Lucius Malfoy, grabbed her forearm before she could get too far and pushed her against the wall. He'd be damned if he or Regulus Black, the other boy, let the Gryffindor go. They needed to make sure that she knew who she was dealing with if she ever crossed them. Think of them being merciful and warning her when she decided to do something stupid that involved them. Plus, this wasn't just about intimidating her. They needed to make sure that the pieces to their twisted puzzle were put into place. "Now wait a minute," he spoke with a patronizing voice, "we have so much to talk about." He and Regulus caged Iris against the wall and tried to intimidate her as much they could. For what could one weak, little Gryffindor girl do against two Slytherin boys?

"Trying to act like thugs are we, boys?" Iris spat out with amusement, "Merlin, and you call me stupid! What are you going to do? Hex me for no reason?"

"No reason!" Regulus barked and quickly pulled out his wand while raising it to her throat threateningly and growled. "We have our reasons, Evans! Think of this as us being kind."

Iris laughed bitterly, "I guess you don't know what the word 'kind' means! Now, can I continue on my way, or not?"

Regulus shook his head at the girls behavior. To think, one of the only reasons they stopped her was to help her out and keep her safe… "We just want to make sure that you're pretty, little face isn't hurt." Iris scoffed, but he ignored it. "Hogwarts has some bad witches and wizards roaming around and if you piss off the wrong ones, you can get hurt."

She could tell that he was referring to himself and his friend, but Iris couldn't care less. She could hear the threat in his voice, not to mention the wand still pointed at her throat, and she was far from being frightened. "Thanks for the advice, but I can handle myself," She gripped Regulus' arm that held his wand and dug her nails into it. "Against bad wizards, but I appreciate your concern."

It didn't seem possible, but Regulus' and Lucius' glares hardened on her as they tried to close in on her further. Before either boy could even try to threaten her again, someone cleared their throat. The trio turned to the person who interrupted them and found Sirius Black glaring at them. Regulus and Lucius sneered back at him, but they both backed up slightly from the red-head and glowered at Sirius.

"If it isn't my brother," Regulus rolled his eyes. "Are you looking out for your precious girlfriend here? But you're not one for commitment, are you?"

Sirius glared at him and approached his brother. Sirius was older than him by a year and was able to hold a slight height advantage over Regulus. He leaned over his brother to try and intimidate him even the slightest bit. The Black brothers have held a hatred for each other ever since they were little, and now that Sirius had caught Regulus leering over Iris, his hatred seemed to sky rocket.

"Just leave her alone, Regulus." Sirius growled and pulled Iris away from the two snakes, "if you don't, you'll have to deal with me." With that said he wrapped his arm around Iris' shoulders and started to guide her away from his brother and his friend. Merlin, what he would give to get rid of his brother from his life!

Iris allowed herself to be guided away from the snakes by Sirius and found herself appreciating what he did. However, she was certain that she could hold her own against the boys. "I had that under control, you know." She spoke up when they turned the corner.

Sirius snorted as he tried to calm himself down, "I sure you did, love." He then flashed her a charming smirk that he hoped would cause her to swoon, "I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to save a gorgeous princess from my demon brother's wrath."

Iris scoffed at his words and turned away from him as they made it to the door of the Great Hall. She didn't want to admit that she found his actions… sweet. "I don't need a knight in shining armour, Sirius." She huffed, "I am perfectly capable to help myself." She unraveled herself from under Sirius' arm as they entered the Great Hall, she flashed him a saucy expression, "but I'll let you know when I need your help for something else." She sashayed away from him and left him watching her go with a love sick expression. He certainly noticed that she swayed her hips more with each step she took. Merlin, she definitely knew how to play with him.

Iris plopped down at the table next to Marlene and began to fill her plate with food. She pretended to ignore the glare that her twin was shooting her and munched on some toast innocently. "Good morning, everyone." She finally turned to Lily who was glaring at her while Iris smiles cheekily. "I hope you had a nice wake up call."

---

The beginning of the second day of classes moved along smoothly. There were no interruptions during any class and, because of that, Iris found the day incredibly boring. She suffered through Charms and History of Magic and had a hard time trying to stay awake. Those classes proved to have no entertainment for her and she could really only attempt to entertain herself by bugging Lily.

Though, soon enough, Iris was set free as lunch began and she was quick to enter the Great Hall. She found that her sister and friends had begun to eat, but they were fussing over their homework for the next day. Iris did not want to be forced to work on any while she ate because she knew that Lily would make her do so. She had yet to see the Marauders and suspected they were pulling some sort of prank. Despite being slightly bummed out that she hadn't been invited to prank with them, she decided to find the only safe place she knew Lily wouldn't bother her with work.

She earned sneers and glares from Slytherins as she passed them towards the end of their table where Severus sat. She hadn't really gotten to speak with him that much, mainly because Lily was dragging her all over the castle, and she felt like she had been neglecting him slightly.

At the moment, Severus had his face stuffed into a potions book with a faded cover. It was no surprise that he was reading such a book. The boy was obsessed with potions and was the best at it.

Iris rolled her eyes, "why is everyone doing work?" She whined and sat down next to Severus and shoved his shoulder lightly.

The black-haired boy jumped slightly as he was startled at his friends sudden appearance. He calmed down his racing heart and smiled wistfully, "Hello, Iris." His voice wavered as it held a tone of confidentiality. "Unlike you, some of us actually are focused on our school careers."

Iris rolled her eyes at his teasing and huffed while she slouched in her spot. "I can't focus on something as boring as school, Sev!" She cried out dramatically which caused some of the other Slytherins to glare in their direction.

Severus placed his book down and decided to give his full attention to Iris. If he didn't, he knew that she would just find a way to annoy him and/or torment him or both. He might be friends with Iris, but she really could get on his nerves. He supposed that was why the two of them had a sibling bond.

"You have to at least try…" He started, "if you want to have a successful life after you graduate, you need to do well in your classes."

Iris sighed. He was right, but she didn't want to admit that. "But why?!" She whined like a child, then picked up as an idea popped into her head. "If anything I'll sell my trick treats or something after school!"

She could open a shop and make her own tricks that people could buy and use on their own friends. She could spread her genius to so many people who were just as mischievous and troublesome as her. Producing products and having fun messing with people, seems like the perfect job for her, seeing as she already does it. She could have her own shop and everything!

Severus broke her out of her daydream, "please, don't." He complained, "this world does not need any more people like you parading around!"

Iris scoffed, "a world full of people like me would be-"

"Horrible!" Severus gaped and shivered at the thought.

Iris shook her head and poked her brother-like friend in the cheek, "no, you numpty, it would be amazing!" Iris cheered. Severus rolled his eyes and slowly smiled at her antics as she started to speak animatedly about her plan for her 'trick shop' she named: 'Evans' Escapade Emporium'.

They were too in-depth with their conversation that they didn't notice a pair of light grey eyes staring at them. Sirius watched as the Slytherin and Gryffindor laughed with each other. Merlin, how was that greasy, slimy Slytherin making his Iris laugh and smile like that? He clenched his fist and watched as Severus whispered something to the redhead that caused her to roll her eyes and smirk.

She gave him a reply, and Sirius was sure it was to tease the boy, but he clenched his jaw as he watched her move closer to him. He could imagine the coy and teasing voice she was using to speak with Severus. Sirius wanted to hear it for himself, it was selfish for him to think that, he knew. However, he didn't think that Severus Snape, a Slytherin, deserved to hear that tone of voice from her. He huffed hotly and turned away from the scene in annoyance. He couldn't watch them anymore. The hot feeling in his chest was proving to be bothersome, and he was sure exactly why he was feeling like that. Perhaps he should ask what it might be, seeing as that wolf was the smartest out of his three best friends.

"Sev?" Severus hummed and looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow, "You know most of the students in Slytherin, right?"

Severus nodded his head slowly. Why would he ask that? What was she planning? "I do, why? Are you going to prank someone!"

Iris rolled her mischievous brown eyes and smirked, "possibly, but these two guys decided to confront me this morning. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm sure that I saw you sitting with them the night of the welcome feast."

Severus gulped. Things were already being put into motion, and it was only the second day of school! Merlin… "Y-you mean Lucius and Regulus? They're my… f-friends."

"Friends!" Iris exclaimed with her mouth agape, "you!? You're friends with those thugs!" She could see the hesitation in his eyes at her outburst. She never pictured the shy, reserved Severus Snape being friends with such boys as the two she had the pleasure of meeting that morning.

"’Friends’ is a loose term, but we do hang out a bit…" His voice was weak as he saw the anger his pseudo-sister possessed for the boys. He winced as he realized the meeting between the trio must have not gone to plan. Seeing the annoyance and loathing she had for them also meant that the potion didn't work either.

Iris scoffed, unaware to his thoughts, "you need to stop hanging out with those guys, honestly!" Severus smiled as he picked up the tone of protectiveness in her voice. "They're nothing but trouble!"

Severus laughed, "says you!"

Iris scowled and shook her head as she tried to stay serious, "yes me! Which means they are big trouble that you should avoid, Sev." She bit the inside of her cheek and looked away from him, "I just don't want you to get hurt by those idiots."

Severus shook his head and smiled softly, "don't worry, Iris, I can watch out for myself." He appreciated seeing the compassionate side of Iris that so rarely showed itself ever. However, he could help the nagging in the back of his head at his words. For he wasn't doing a good job of protecting her. If anything, he was putting her in harm's way.

---

As the day went on, Iris didn't mention her encounter with the other Black brother and his blond friend to Lily or any of her other friends. Since none of the other Marauders questioned her about it either, she was certain that Sirius stayed quiet about it too. That could only mean that Sirius wanted to talk with her about it privately, but she didn't focus on that. Instead, for once, she actually paid attention to her class. (Though she was distracted every once and a while by the Marauders throughout the class.)

Herbology wasn't a completely boring class, in Iris' opinion. There were quite a few plants that she had learned about in the past that could be used in pranks and potions. So learning about them entertained her for the moment. Professor Beery had given a lesson on Alihotsy, aka the Hyena tree. Iris found that plant extremely fascinating and planned on finding one for her own use. The tree's leaves could cause hysteria and were used for a laughing potion that Iris was easily familiar with.

However, after an in-depth lesson about the plant, she was certain that if she mixed it into a potion with other ingredients the outcome would be brilliant. She had so many ideas of possible ingredients to mix the plant with, effects that the potions may have and the pranks that could come of them, that she didn't even notice the class had ended. Wendy had to pull Iris from her plotting in order to get her out of the classroom. She could only dread what sort of schemes Iris was thinking of.

The group of girls chatted with each other as they trotted down the hall. It was getting dark outside and the moon had finally broken through the horizon once the sun had disappeared. It was dinnertime and the girls hadn't made it to the Great Hall yet. Marlene made it the utmost important that they watched the Ravenclaw Quidditch team try out. She had been drooling over William, the Ravenclaw's keeper, the entire time. Merlin, that girl was obsessed with the seventh year!

"Oh, he is so handsome!" She sighed dreamily and closed her eyes as if she was imagining him behind her eyelids, which she most likely was. Iris shook her head. How could they be so obsessed with boys? She didn't find it necessary to date anyone or be pinning over anyone, at least, not for a while. Though that didn't mean she didn't like to mess with them every once and awhile. By doing so, they provided her with quite a lot of entertainment.

The four girls heard footsteps echoed behind them but weren't bothered enough to turn to see who was approaching. They were most likely students who were also heading to dinner, or they were a teacher. Either way, they didn't think anything of them. However, when they speed up, Iris decided to take a quick look.

As soon as she saw bleach blond hair with pale blue eyes, black hair with grey eyes and dark green robes, she groaned internally. She really didn't want to deal with those idiotic thugs again. "Have you resorted to stalking, boys?" She snapped as she stopped walking while turning to glare at them. She smiled sarcastically, "I don't know if I should be flattered or disturbed by that."

Lily, Wendy and Marlene's eyes narrowed as they watched Lucius Malfoy and Regulus Black stalk towards Iris. They had no idea why they seemed to glare at Iris, but they suspected that it was either Iris pranked them or they just felt like harassing the new girl. The three of them had a feeling it might have been both.

"Shut your mouth, Evans!" Lucius snarled as the both of them drew closer to the group of girls. Both of their lips were pulled back as they scowled at the ginger girl. If looks could kill…

"Make me, Malfoy!" Iris growled and advanced towards them. Just like earlier, she wasn't intimidated by them. Lucius towered over her as his eyes bore into hers. He stared at her intently for a moment, as if he was waiting for something, before huffing and turning to Regulus with an emotion Iris clearly identified as frustration. Unbeknownst to her, he wasn't frustrated with just her actions but also for not getting the right reaction out of her. It wasn't working!

"Just leave us alone!" Marlene commented angrily while standing next to her friend. She tried to flash her most intimidating glare, but it didn't seem to be working as the boys laughed loudly.

"Is that the best you can do, Mckinnon?!" Regulus howled in laughter at her attempt. "All you Gryffindors are pathetic!"

The girls all started to shout their protests at his remark. Each of them was extremely angry at the two Slytherins. What they hell is their problem?

Iris quirked an eyebrow as she spoke over her friend's comments and the boys' obnoxiously loud laughter, "then why do you two seem so infatuated with me?! If anything following me around like this is pathetic."

Regulus rolled his eyes and closed in on Iris in hopes that she would back down. However, this is Iris Evans that he's talking about! Iris Evans is not one to back down, especially from stupid, idiotic boys who think they can frighten her!

Just like Lucius, Regulus stared into her eyes for a long moment. Iris' eyebrows furrowed as she found their actions weird. It was like they were waiting for something…

"Come on, Regulus." Lucius' voice broke Iris out of her thought as she turned to glare at him, "we'll be late for dinner."

Regulus hummed and continued to stare at Iris for a moment longer before he huffed out a sigh. "Fine," his eyes narrowed at Iris, "we can talk later, Evans." With that, he pushed Iris out of the way and bumped her on the shoulder, as did Lucius. They walked through the other three girls and shot them each snarls and glares before stomping away.

The quartet of girls watched as they turned the corner and each of them was tense with anger and frustration. "Those two are so infuriating!" Wendy exclaimed.

Marlene scoffed and agreed, "Yeah, who do they think they are?! Us? Pathetic?"

Lily shook her head in annoyance as her nose crinkled up. Those boys had proven to be problems ever since she first heard of them, however, now Iris was somehow involved with them. How was her sister involved with them? "Iris?" Her sister turned to her and ground her teeth as she tried to calm herself down. "What was that about?!"

Iris pursed her lips as she saw the annoyance burning in her sister's eyes and the slight concern in her voice. Lily worries too much about her sometimes. Iris could take care of herself quite well. Those two idiots weren't hard to handle.

"They're idiots, isn't it obvious?" Iris asked rhetorically. She started to lead the group down the hall so that they could make it to the Great Hall on time. She would be damned if she allowed those boys to distract her enough from getting food at dinner. No matter what, food is always important!

"But you had to have done something, right? They wouldn't just… approach you like that…" Lily trailed off and waited for Iris to elaborate.

Iris rolled her eyes, "I didn't do anything to them, at least, unless they ate my sweets the other day, but I could tell it was definitely not about that."

"Really?" Wendy raised an eyebrow, "because it seemed that way to me."

The other girls nodded their heads, "yeah!"

The mischievous redhead shrugged her shoulders as the anger in her mind continued to fester. "I don't know what I did! Okay? They decided to corner me this morning and warn me about bad wizards! Merlin, they are thick!"

Her friends' eyes widened, "this morning?" Lily asked with shock, "what do you mean?"

Iris finally slowed down her harsh stomps and finally turned to her small group of friends. The other three girls were able to see her face had become red in anger. She looked like a giant strawberry! "They're thugs, honestly! They thought they could intimidate me or something! Me!" She laughed harshly as they came to stand outside the Great Hall.

It was about halfway through the dinner and it was in full swing. It was almost completely full to the brim with weary students. At this point, Iris didn't feel like sitting down and eating, which is unbelievable! However, she was far too riled up to calm down. At the moment, she just wanted to sit on her bed and pet Shadow while he slept in her lap. (All that cat seemed to do was sleep.)

Lily could see the anger that consumed her sister's being and knew that when she became this agitated, it was never good. She wasn't sure if it was a twin thing or not, but she always knew what her sister needed when she became emotional. Lily had the ability to control her own emotions, at least, control them to not lash out. Iris was a different story, and Lily was all too familiar with that.

"We can talk about it later," she said in a calm tone to hopefully relax her sister. "We'll meet you in the common room." Lily then grabbed Wendy and Marlene's hands and dragged them away. Both of the girls squeaked as their friend pulled them away. They each shared a confused look with each other and turned to watch as Iris stomped away from the Great Hall and in the direction of the common room.

---

Iris growled the password to the fat lady and barged into the common room. It was nearly completely silent, except for the fire in the fireplace, as she stalked further into the room. All she wanted to do was climb up the stairs to her dorm and curl up with her cat under the covers. Her anger had lessened to a point where she wasn't muttering under her breath about the 'thugs' who decided to annoy her.

However, that changed as soon as she approached the stairs to the girls dorm. She didn't have any chance to jump out of the way, but a slimy, sticky orange substance covered her entire body. She yelped and stumbled back in shock. She tried to brush the mystery goo off of her, but found that it was far harder. It was like the magical slime was stuck on her robes and skin permanently.

Laughter broke out as four boys appeared from under the invisibility cloak. The Marauders tried to breathe properly but couldn't stop themselves from falling into laughter again. Remus and Peter were hanging onto each other as they tried to stay upright. James had fallen onto the floor and clutched his stomach in hysterics. Sirius hung onto the couch to stop himself from falling over while he also clutched his stomach as it began to hurt him from laughing too much.

On any other occasion, Iris would have joined in the laughter and asked them about the gooey substance on her and what magical properties it had. However, because of how angry she was due to the Slytherins who decided to bother her, she was not in the mood for a prank. Which was strange because Iris loved to prank all the time, even if she was the victim (which was rare). It seemed that what had happened had just gotten to her too much.

"Oh, your face!" James howled.

"That's payback, Iris!" Sirius barked out between his laughter, "told you that we'd get you back, love!"

She glared at them hotly for a moment before groaning and running up the stairs to her dorm. To think she was nearly completely calm, now she'd have to try and get the gunk off of her. The boys' laughter began to die down when they realized that Iris hadn't joined in and in fact had run up to her dorm.

When they were completely sober, They shared a glance with each other and shrugged their shoulders in confusion. "Why did she run off?" Remus wondered out loud and stared at the stairs to the girls' dorm. They all only shook their heads in uncertainty. Why had she acted like that? They thought she would have joined in their laughter and congratulated them on the prank before asking them about the goo they created.

They did not expect her to act like that.

Sirius swallowed as he stared at where she had gone. "Do you think she's upset with us?" He started to feel a pit form in his stomach at the thought of upsetting her. He didn't want to be apart of anything that would make his love cry or become angry, not at all.

James looked at his best friend with nervousness plastered all over his handsome face. "She is most definitely upset with us…"

All of the boys winced as they realized that they had made a grave mistake. They knew what Lily could do when she was upset… And they knew that Iris was capable of many things… So what would Iris do to them?

---

Iris had finally figured out a spell to get the orange substance off of her after several attempts. Once she did, she hoped into the bathroom to take a satisfying shower. The shower not only helped with getting the gunk off of her but also allowed her to calm down completely. The feeling of water trickling down her body and warming her up caused her to sigh contently as she stood under the showerhead.

She finished her long shower and got dressed in her night clothes before climbing into her bed and under the covers. Shadow had made himself comfortable next to her and allowed his owner to pet him gently. Soon enough, he was purring contently and had fallen asleep.

Iris perked up when the door to the room opened, albeit hesitantly, after about a half hour of silence in the room. She watched as her roommates shuffled into the room and made their way to their own beds to get ready to sleep.

"Hey, Iris." Lily smiled softly as she sat on Iris' bed next to her. Like most times when Iris became too emotional, Lily had to make sure that she was there for her sister so she could talk to her about them. It was never good to bottle up feeling, especially if it was Iris who was doing it. Merlin knows what would happen if Iris let her emotions get the better of her after being repressed for too long. Iris was a strong witch and a troublemaker who knew how to get to people, it wouldn't end well for anyone. "You okay?"

Iris chuckled under her breath, "I'm better, I guess I just needed a shower and some time alone. You know how I can get sometimes."

Lily nodded her head and patted her sister's arm as Iris laid on her side, "that's good to hear."

"Iris," Marlene called as she exited the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. Her words were obscured slightly, but understandable nonetheless. "Is there a reason that the boys are going mad downstairs?"

Wendy joined the conversation, "yeah, they kept babbling on about apologizing to you for some prank…"

Iris raised an eyebrow in surprise, "apologize? I didn't think I'd ever heard of something more absurd!" From the stories that Lily had told her about the Marauders over the summers that they were together, Lily had never made any sort of indication that those four boys were capable of apologizing. Well, at least, Sirius and James weren't. Remus was actually kind and would apologize to victims of their pranks on occasion, and Peter was usual scared of any backlash that may come his way if he didn't do so to people. He was the most vulnerable member of their little friend group and if cornered by himself, there was no doubt he would be beaten to pulp!

"They were hysterical about it! It was quite entertaining, really." Marlene commented in amusement as she walked into the bathroom to finish brushing her teeth, "I don't think I've ever heard them so scared before!"

Iris smirked, "I guess they would be…"

Lily turned to Iris with a suspicious look, "why… What happened?" It only took Iris a few minutes to explain the encounter that she had with the Marauders nearly an hour ago. "Those pricks!" Lily exclaimed once Iris finished, "didn't the notice that you were upset before they even decided to prank you?!"

Iris shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, but if they did, it seems like they realize that they messed up after I was covered in the goo." She perked up at the mention of the substance, "which, by the way, I find quite fascinating! I'm unsure of what they did to make it, but it's brilliant! It took me a few tries to try and get it off, but I found a spell that worked! I really want them to tell me how they made it!"

Lily rolled her eyes, "focus, Iris! They pranked you and about nearly caused you to become even more upset than you were before."

Iris waved her hand dismissively, "so? I play tricks and prank people too, it wouldn't make sense if I got angry over a small prank like that. Besides it was payback for the other day." She shrugged her shoulders with a smirk, "it would be hypocritical of me."

Lily sighed defeatedly as she realized that her sister wasn't upset about it as she was. It was slightly mean what they did, but Iris did have a point. She also pranked people and if she were to get upset over a prank played on her it would be idiotic of her if she couldn't take the joke. "Whatever, but tomorrow morning I'm having a talk with those boys!" Iris rolled her eyes as she heard the motherly tone in her voice. Merlin, her sister acted more like her mother sometimes.

"Sure thing, sis."

---

Just like the night before, Iris stared at the top of her bed as she laid on her back. She wasn't very tired and couldn't do anything to put herself to sleep. It wasn't like she was going to do her homework or read a book to help lul herself to sleep. However, thinking about the boring tasks caused her to yawn a little.

Perhaps sitting in front of the fireplace may help her. It could work. While attending Beauxbatons, when Iris couldn't fall asleep, she took to stargazing on the balcony of her dorm to make her tired. The flames and burning wood would just have to substitute for the bright stars in the sky for the time being. She carefully climbed out of her bed and stepped around her sister and friends beds. She made sure that this time Lily was actually asleep before heading out. She didn't want a repeat of last night.

She silently made her way down the staircase as if she was being watched. She didn't want Lily to be woken up and come barging down the stairs while yelling at her because she thought Iris was pulling another prank.

She swiftly stepped down the stairs and into the common room to see the fire lit in the fireplace. Along with the fire already being lit, there was a body stretched out along the couch. Someone else must have had the same idea as her.

She rounded the couch and came face to face with Sirius. She furrowed her eyebrows and stared at the teenage for a minute as she got a sense of deja vu. All that was needed was her using the Aguamenti on him to really make it like the previous night. However, she didn't feel like it, plus she left her wand upstairs.

She tapped the boy's head and waited for some sort of response. She only received a groan as Sirius stirred in his sleep and settled back down. Iris arched an eyebrow and this time shook his shoulder harder.

"Wake up, you idiot."

Sirius finally woke up and opened his heavy eyes. He didn't expect to be woken up in the common room as he was sure that he was the only one down there, but perhaps someone also couldn't sleep. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't sleep due to the pit in his stomach. It felt like he was being eaten from the inside out. He had finally fallen asleep after staring into the fire for so long, but he wasn't necessarily happy to be woken up.

That was the case until his heavy eyelids slid open to reveal Iris. He instantly became alert and sat up immediately as he brushed his hand through his hair. Startled at the appearance of the redhead, he cleared his throat and tried to get rid of any sign of being sleepy. "Hello, love."

Iris smirked at him, "this is the second night in a row we've hung out in the common room after curfew."

"So it seems," Sirius patted the cushion next to him, "come on, I don't bite."

Iris slowly sat down on the couch next to him and faced him with her smirk never slipping off of her face. "Well, I do."

Sirius coughed at her comment in surprise and turned away from her so he would see his flustered expression. This girl always had him so flustered at even a simple statement, and Sirius had yet to realize why that was true. However, just like him, Iris seemed to question why some of his actions and words caused her stomach to flutter and her head to become dizzy. It doesn't mean anything… Both of them thought.

"Is this going to be a common occurrence?" Iris asked as she glanced away from Sirius to the fireplace for a moment before turning back to him to see that he calmed himself down. "The both of us staying up late like this?"

Sirius pondered her question for only a second. "It could be if you'd like…"

Iris shrugged her shoulders and made herself comfortable on the couch, "I don't know. It would be nice to have someone to talk to if I'm too tired to sleep."

Sirius smiled, "that does sound nice." He cautiously moved closer to Iris and studied her calm demeanor. She didn't openly appear to be angry about earlier, but she could just be deceiving him. For all he knew she was plotting against him for another prank. He flashed her a worried smile, "you're not angry about the prank we pulled on you…?"

Iris puckered her lips and tried to keep a serious look on her face, "of course I am." Sirius' eyes widened as he scooted away from her in fright. Merlin, now he was going to have to watch his back! Iris laughed at his reaction and clutched her stomach. Sirus was still on guard as he wasn't sure if she was pulling his leg. "I'm not, you idiot."

The tension in his shoulders dissipated as his body sagged into the couch. "Don't play with a guy's feelings like that, love."

Iris flashed him a flirtatious smile and whispered, "oh, but you love it, darling. I can tell."

Sirius cleared his throat and chuckled the best he could. "So you're not angry with us?"

"No, I played a prank on you, we laugh, you play a prank on me, we laugh." She explained with a smile. Sirius could help but notice the way her nose scrunched up slightly in amusement.

"But you seemed quite angry afterward… if it wasn't us then what had you so angry?"

Iris bit the inside of her cheek as she debated telling Sirius about what his younger brother and his friend had done. She could tell that Sirius and Regulus didn't have the best relationship with each other. She didn't know how he would react if she told him about what his brother had done.

Sighing, she finally responded, "when the girls and I were headed to dinner, we ran into Regulus and Lucius."

Sirius clenched his jaw, "they didn't do anything to you right?" Anger and concern swelled inside of him. He was angry at his brother for his seeming obsession with Iris and the fact that he didn't leave her alone like he told him to. He was also concerned that Regulus could have done something to Iris. Sirius had no idea why Regulus seemed to take an interest in her, but he suspected that it had to do with something stupid.

"You think they could do something to me!" Iris snorted, "they couldn't if they tried, darling!"

Sirius smirked at the confidence and arrogance that leaked from her mouth. "I only wanted to make sure, Regulus is… "

"An insufferable brat?" Iris supplied as Sirius trailed off.

Sirius chuckled wholeheartedly at the description of his younger brother, "that's one way of putting it."

The two sat in silence. The quiet wasn't suffocating or tense, it was calm. Iris stared at the fire as the flames licked and charred the wood under its heat. She had her legs tucked underneath herself as her arms were wrapped around herself. Sirius took the opportunity to move closer to the girl. Iris tried to ignore his movements and focus on the flames to calm her down enough to go to sleep, but the fluttering feeling in her stomach came back as Sirius got closer to her.

She tried to will it away, but it wouldn't leave her alone. It intensified when Sirius had the audacity to wrap his arm around Iris' shoulders and pull her into him. Because she was propped up on her legs, she had fallen over at his tug and landed on his chest.

She huffed in annoyance and hid her face. She didn't hide her face because she started to blush heavily at the close proximity of the boy, no, not at all. She just didn't want to look at his smirk she knew he was sporting. That was it!

"Isn't this far more comfortable?" Sirius cheekily asked as his own stomach did somersaults.

Iris swallowed, "I suppose it is." She didn't continue as she could feel her voice failing her. Once again, the two teenagers were bathed in silence. It was slightly tense because of the tension that brewed in both of their stomachs, but other than that, they both did find their position comfortable.

It was so comfortable, in fact, that while staring at the fireplace and allowing the warmth that Sirius provided her wash over her soft skin, Iris started to drift off to sleep. Soon enough, her eyelids had slide shut completely and she started to snore slightly. Sirius watched her peacefully sleep as she subconsciously snuggled into his side. He could get use to this feeling. After a few minutes of admiring the beautiful girl pressed against his side, Sirius was also lulled to sleep as well.

However, the both of them were probably going to regret falling asleep in such a position. As in the morning, Gryffindors were going to file down the stairs for breakfast and see the two curled up on the couch together. Imagine the teasing both would endure from their friends!

Of course, their embarrassment would most likely cause neither of them to admit that they had actually enjoyed the position they were in. They may even become more confused by the fluttering feelings in their stomach and the aches in their chest when they would part ways in the morning. Although, it was certain that both would definitely try to brush it off in the morning.

Merlin, both of them were completely clueless.

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Kyle’s triple cock snack. 18+

There was a sleepover at Tati's house she invited Kyle Stan and Wendy it was 11:00 pm .Tati was sleeping in her room then Kyle gets out of bed while Stan and Wendy was sleeping at the living room cuddling with a blacked and a lot of pillows. Kyle was walking towards the hallway while rubbing his cock as he nutted a bit as he knew Stan and his girlfriend was sleeping in the living room as he went to the room he saw them sleeping peacefully as he stepped closer his cock grew a bit as it was arousing twitching for it to be released and he Looked at them as they’re eyes were already closed and legs wrapped around each other he moaned softly as his cock couldn’t resist any longer it grew as the inches were sizing Longer and his cock had a growth of its noise as it pumped up as it had the size to swallow a human he got to his perfect size as his cum was drooling on to the floor he looked at them again but the producer wasn’t finished with its main attraction yet as his balls grew as it gave him more pounds of cum inside his ballsack he moaned flirting as he rubbed his balls up and down and then he was finished with his climax as he went up to them and let his cock eat Wendy as she woke up and she was scared she tried to Struggle but nothing was gonna get her out of the situation as she screamed out Stan’s name, muffled by Kyle’s cock Then Stan was shocked as he waked up and saw Wendy stuck being swallowed by Kyle’s cock as he played down at Wendy’s sleeping position putting his hands behind his head “ah~… there there….” He said satisfied as she was kicking more inside with her legs in the air scared Stan went up to Wendy as he was gonna step up and save the day he tried by holding Wendy’s legs as he tried to get Wendy out as Kyle wasn’t fazed by it as he smiled cocky as Stan was trying to release Wendy out of the cocks grip Stan tried with all his might as he was pulling in it was too late as Wendy’s legs sunk deeper into the hatch of the cock and Stan’s hand got stuck as well he got inside with Wendy as he hold her hands eye to eye “Wendy I’m sorry I let you off like that as I wasn’t strong enough.”

Wendy then says “no Stan don’t apologize I still love you and thanks for trying to save me. As her face turned with a smile as she hugged Stan and they kissed with tounge as they slide down into the balls. Of Kyle .

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The Secrets That Bind Us

Bobby Waterhouse x Original Female character

Chapter 2

Bobby watched Esther leave his office and felt a flurry of panic shoot through him. Had she seen him with Michael? Or had she just seen him in the area? No, she knew his name, so they must have been seen together. Maybe the beautiful, young man had told her? Thought the information worth something? Maybe this was a plot to destabilise his position?

He observed her carefully over the following weeks, noting that she was relatively popular in the office, many of the men and women who worked there always made time for her, including Wendy who always looked a little more confident in herself after Esther had spoken to her.

Despite not being attracted to her in anyway, he could appreciate the fact that she was pretty, naturally blonde hair that curled around her shoulders, firm brown eyes that saw everything, soft, pouted lips and rosy cheeks and a curved figure that Bobby could appreciate had other men drooling over.

Sarah rated her highly, but sometimes he couldn’t see it, she made the odd mistake that inconvenienced him as well as others, usually it would be resolved fairly quickly with a new solution being found, but-

‘I think you need to ask yourself whether they really were mistakes, Bobby.’ Sarah commented after a meeting in the conference room.

‘What do you mean?’ Bobby blinked.

Sarah just smiled. ‘You remember Operation Twin? Took us weeks to find a lead and even then, we were always two or three steps behind.’

‘Yes, of course, I remember,’ Bobby scoffed. ‘But as always you assessed, planned and found a way to get us ahead and start thinking ten steps ahead of them. One of your proudest moments as I recall.’

‘And I would have been prouder,’ Sarah nodded. ‘If it had been me who worked it all out. Esther correctly identified all possible outcomes and then strategically manoeuvred the operation towards the path that we wanted, thus smoking our informant out of hiding and saving thousands of lives.’

‘If that’s true, surely Daddy would have given her adequate praise.’ Bobby chuckled, not quite believing a word of what Sarah was saying.

‘She doesn’t like the limelight,’ Sarah nodded as Bobby held the door for her. ‘Prefers to keep herself to herself. I’m sure she has her reasons, but she doesn’t like to talk about it.’

‘Really?’ Bobby pretended as if his interest had been peaked. ‘So you… don’t know much about her then?’

‘Only basic information that anyone can find in her file,’ Sarah shook her head. ‘Her father died before she was born, mother was a drunk, Esther was moved from care home to care home, when it became clear that her mother couldn’t look after her and she was never adopted. She left the care home on her eighteenth birthday, spent some time in rather less than desirable parts of London, and soon got tangled up with the wrong type of people, eventually leading me to her. We played chess of all things, with her presuming I was her next mark, she sussed me almost immediately and beat me in twelve moves.’

Bobby nodded, pretending like he’d read her file and this was not new information to him, and then did something a little uncharacteristic of him. ‘Yes, she never really gives me a chance to get my knights beyond my pawns, let alone-‘ Bobby pretended like he said too much and stopped himself just in time. ‘What I mean, of course, is… you know, when I’ve seen her play… not that I play against her or anything… just when she first arrived, you know… a welcome to the team type of affair… not affair in that sense, of course, but erm… yes…’ Bobby tried to make it seem like he was unable to look at anyone except Esther, while Sarah starting grinning at him. ‘Right, yes, so, best get on.’ He said and finally walked away back to his office.

Esther’s eyes had peeked up at himself and Sarah briefly, she surely knew that they had been talking about her, because she made a very good job of looking like her path was about to cross with Bobby’s. She smiled at him as she walked past towards a filing cabinet and Bobby nodded curtly, before making his way into his office and sitting down to work.

He spent a lot of the day wondering whether he should have asked Esther to come to his office, or whether he should have gone to her desk to speak with her, but somehow none of that seemed to matter. Sarah had given her the job of looking into a potential defector with links to the KGB, it just so happened to coincide with an operation that Bobby was running and he knew perfectly well what Sarah had done.

Esther had yet to come to him over the next few days, mostly working alone, sometimes in the office, sometimes not, but never seeing the need to go to Bobby.

He bumped into Sarah yet again on his way out, Esther was still working, pretty much in a world of her own across the main office, it looked as though she was reading through some information in a file, but was paying no attention to the two senior members of MI5 leaving for the night.

‘Waiting for something?’ Sarah tried to hide a grin.

‘What? No.’ Bobby locked his office and adjusted his coat, glancing over at Esther briefly. ‘What are you looking at?’

‘You tell me.’ Sarah began to walk out with him. ‘Goodnight, Esther.’ She called over to the young woman whose head snapped up.

‘Oh, Sarah, sorry,’ she got up quickly. ‘Sorry, just quickly before you leave, I just have something for you to look at.’ She showed Sarah the file she was looking into and Bobby tried to make himself scarce, lingering beside the exit. ‘It’s just that if these gaps are supposed to be filled with sensitive information, I don’t want to start prying into something I don’t have clearance for.’

‘Yes, quite right.’ Sarah agreed. ‘Bobby?’

Bobby felt himself internally roll his eyes. ‘Yes?’ He turned and pretended to be a little more cheerful.

‘Would you mind checking on Esther’s information for me?’ She asked with a knowing look. ‘It’s linked to your operation after all, would be a little inappropriate for me to source sensitive material from your books without your knowledge, wouldn’t it?’

‘Yes, of course.’ Bobby nodded and caught Esther’s slightly confused expression out of the corner of his eye. ‘Erm, why don’t you bring everything to my office first thing in the morning? We’ll go through it together.’ Bobby tried for a smile.

‘It’s time-sensitive, Bobby.’ Sarah went to walk past him. ‘I’m sure it won’t take long.’

Sarah eventually left Bobby standing alone with Esther, who could tell he was uncomfortable.

‘It’s alright,’ Esther shook her head, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and moving to walk away from Bobby. ‘If you want to go home, I can keep working for a bit and bring you what I find in the morning. I’ll not keep you.’

Bobby took a breath. ‘It’s fine, of course it is, why don’t we step into my office? Like Sarah said, shouldn’t take long.’ Bobby tried to smile politely and headed back towards his office.

It took her a few moments, but Esther soon followed him in with the files she had been looking into. He gestured for her to take a seat on the sofa and then stood a little awkwardly while she put the files down for him to look at.

‘I’ll make it quick, Bobby.’ She sighed. ‘I’ve been looking through some of the transcripts of the interrogations that took place with key players and some of the information doesn’t quite match up to what I’ve been told…’ Esther looked up at him. ‘Well, aren’t you going to look?’

Bobby hesitated, before holding his hand out for her to give him the transcripts. He scanned over them and tried to assess what was missing.

‘I hate to ask,’ Esther suddenly said. ‘But why did Sarah ask me if I play chess with you sometimes?’

From the look of her expression, Esther knew the answer, she just wanted him to confirm it.

‘Ah,’ she nodded. ‘Does this mean you’d like to revisit my proposal?’

Bobby inhaled deeply and turned towards her. ‘Well, I suppose it can’t do any harm to put in place a contingency, can it?’

‘Not at all.’ Esther folded her arms and leaned back on the sofa.

There was an awkward moment between the two of them, Bobby wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. ‘Did you… I assume from what Sarah has said about your achievements that you… had a plan?’

Esther bobbed her head a little. ‘I never really have a plan exactly, but certainly I’ve thought on what could look like a plausible alternative to the truth.’

‘And what is the plausible alternative?’

‘That we’re lovers.’ She said it as simply as anything he’d heard all day, the thought of it was shocking, but not entirely dismissible as he had believed.

‘You want people to think that we’re…?’

‘It’s better than the truth, Bobby.’ She argued. ‘What would you rather, people find out about Michael or that they think you’re seeing a younger woman from the office?’ When she put it like that, Bobby knew perfectly well what he’d rather for the sake of his career.

‘You think people would buy that?’

‘I think,’ Esther grinned. ‘It’s very easy to convince people of something if the idea has already been planted. All we would have to do is plant the idea before any rumours about what we really get up to, make it into this office.’

Bobby breathed in and thought about the offer. Potentially nothing would come of it, but some of his colleagues might respond to him better if they thought he could bed someone considered beautiful and ambitious.

‘How would we go about planting said idea?’ He needed more information. ‘Would we have to…?’ He pointed generally between the two of them to indicate what he meant.

Esther just smiled and shook her head. ‘Not if we keep our houses in order.’ She said kindly. ‘Of course, should anything about our situations escalate, we will have to reassess accordingly. But let me just ask you about who is still left in the office right now? Who do you see sitting out there? Try not to make it obvious you’re looking at them.’

Bobby used his peripheral vision to see that three people were left in the office, two men standing over a file to his left and one woman standing up at her desk facing Bobby’s office. He relayed it back to Esther who nodded.

‘I think that’s Sally, she’s not that much of a gossip, but she might be tempted to misinterpret something she sees and ask someone else about it.’ Esther nodded and her dark eyes flickered around like she was doing some very quick thinking. ‘I think you should sit next to me, quite close, as if we’re whispering to one another.’

Bobby did as she asked and Esther sat up, looking down at the file. Bobby could feel her warm body next to his and found it somewhat uncomfortable.

‘I need you to be honest Bobby,’ she said, quietly. ‘Have you ever been with a woman?’

Bobby’s head snapped around to her, he swallowed nervously.

‘I thought so.’ Esther concluded, not thinking much on the answer.

‘No, well… does that complicate things?’

‘It doesn’t have to,’ Esther shook her head. ‘But you should be prepared to look a little more convincing if need be.’

‘You mean like… like kissing?’

Esther just smiled at him, thinking him almost sweet it seemed. ‘First and foremost, Bobby, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Nothing in the world could be more perfect than what you desire. I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I am more than happy to guide you through slightly less than ideal circumstances.’

Bobby swallowed again. He just looked at Esther in a way that told her that no one had ever told him that before, no one had ever told him that there was nothing wrong with him and meant it in the way she did. Michael had said it on occasion, but Bobby assumed it was because he was being paid to make him feel normal for a while. Esther, it seemed, had nothing to gain by telling him that he was fine, she did it out of the kindness of her heart.

‘I think you’re better at this than you think.’ Esther smiled. It was only then that he realised he’d been staring at her for quite some time without saying anything at all. ‘Keep looking at me like that and people will start to formulate their own rumours, and I for one, am happy for them to do so.’

‘You-you think that this will be enough?’ Bobby clarified. ‘Just sitting here, staring at each other?’

‘I think it’s a very good start, Bobby.’ Esther smiled again. ‘Just make sure you deny everything out of frustration.’

‘Deny it?’ Bobby exclaimed. ‘I thought the idea was to get people to believe it.’

‘And they will.’ Esther frowned, looking back down at the transcripts. ‘But none of this will be settled over night, a long lasting suspicion plants itself more firmly than passing gossip.’

‘Ah,’ Bobby finally caught on. ‘So, you’re saying that we need people to think that we’ve been keeping things under wraps for quite some time now-’

‘And that the cracks are starting to appear,’ Esther finished his thought. ‘Yes.’

‘Excellent. Still one question,’ Bobby turned towards her. ‘How far will we have to take this? Realistically, what would I be expected to do?’

‘Oh, my lord, Bobby,’ Esther chuckled. ‘We can make up anything you want, that you’ve had a string of lovers that were no more than a one night venture, that you’ve not courted in a while and are a little rusty, that I’m the exception to you swearing off relationships, whatever it is that you want people to believe, whatever you feel you can do, that’s the story we’ll go with.’

‘Right…’ Bobby nodded. Esther leaned on her hand and observed him. ‘Do I have to decide now?’

She chuckled shaking her head. ‘No, of course not, but the sooner we plant those seeds, the easier this will be for everyone to believe. You’ll need to be patient, don’t rush anything, there will probably be long periods where we stay as far away from each other as we can get, but all of it will work. Trust me.’

Bobby hummed amusement. ‘Not an easy thing to do in our game, I’m afraid.’

‘No.’ Esther said, sadly. ‘Think of it as a balancing act then, the more you put in, the more we get out and the less questions people will ask.’

Bobby nodded and gave Esther a quick smile. She eventually turned his attention back to the transcripts and he filled in the gaps of what was being said. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Esther was in fact a very easy-going individual, wickedly smart, observant, tactical and a strategic mind that Bobby was sure he’d only scratched the surface of. He could suddenly understand why so many people liked her and why she attracted the attention that she did.

Esther stood up, having got what she needed and Bobby stood with her, looking a little sheepish.

‘Just, one more thing,’ he stopped her. ‘I would like an honest answer, if you please… have you done this before?’

She frowned a little. ‘Which part are you referring to? I’ve been with a man if that’s what you mean, how else would I have concluded my distaste for it?’

‘No, no, I meant, the… agreement, our agreement.’

Esther inhaled deeply and had a slightly sad expression. ‘No, I haven’t done it on this scale before. But once you’ve succeeded small time, you learn that the principal is basically the same… this is going to work, Bobby. It has to.’

She soon left his office and went back to her own desk, Bobby watching her as she went, suddenly catching Sally’s observant eye. Bobby remembered what Esther had said about denying everything and quickly looked away. He lit up a cigarette, grabbed his coat and locked his office for the night.

He didn’t bother saying good night to anyone, but he did give a small glance to where Esther was still working, she was clearly onto something and he chose not to disturb that in anyway.

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Wendy began to get lost in the moment, moaning as she noisily sucks Slick off. Upon being prompted, she nodded, moaning an “mhm” in affirmation, before briefly pulling off of Slick’s dick, a strand of drool connecting her lips to it before snapping. “I love doing what I’m told!” She then plunged forward, swallowing him whole, before pulling back & off again. “I love being bossed around!” Another plunge, another pull off. “I loved being used, degraded, & humiliated! Being put in my place!” And, plunging forward once more, she resumed throat-fucking herself on Slick, her pace almost feverish.

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hey doll, on yer knees an give yer husband a kiss

Without hesitation, the Queen sinks down onto her knees & gives Slick a kiss.

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how about reggie with a s/o who has an oral fixation? <33

Absolutely! I literally love this prompt. Mwah. (Also, this is a bit short, sorry!!).

S/O With a Oral Fixation (Regulus Black)

Prompt: Reader sucks off Regulus in the library.

Reader: n/b

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: smut (oral, male receiving), finger sucking, risky sex (in public), “lovely, love, baby”, soft dom Regulus, oral fixation, and spelling mistakes.

Regulus didn’t know why, but it became pretty clear in the first few weeks of dating that you had an oral fixation. He wasn’t sure how this occurred and he wasn’t going to ask in case it was personal, but he always became weirdly worried whenever you always began to chew on your hoodie strings or fingernails.

He found it gross at first, he won’t lie. He always mumbled something like a “don’t do that,” or “take that out of your mouth,” he felt like he was watching over a little kid.

He didn’t want to indulge himself into letting you keep this bad habit, but before he realized it he was replacing your chewed up hoodie strings with his fingers. At first it wasn’t sexual, a simple replacement for the already abused strings and ridged fingernails.

Soon you had become reliant on his fingers, instead of reaching for your hoodie strings you would suck on his fingers. He noticed that half the time you didn’t even realize what you were doing or the way it was having an effect on him. And when his friends began to tease you about it, he snapped at them. Without realizing it, Regulus began to like whenever you seeked him out just to suck on his fingers.

“Baby don’t do that,” he scolded you quietly in the library, you looking up from your book pages not understanding what he meant. He gently took his fingers from your mouth and you puttered at the loss. “M’sorry,” you mumbled embarrassed, wiping your wet lips on your jumper sleeve.

Regulus sighed, rubbing your head gently as he cupped your face in his rough hand. “You can do that later, not right now. We’re in public love,” Regulus promised and you nodded. Your heart felt heavy and with the scolding he gave, you felt a need to suck on something. You ran your tongue across your teeth, sucking on them to try and soothe the urge but it wasn’t enough compared to his fingers.

You lost interest in your book, sighing while laying back in your chair as your eyes fixated on his fingers. You watched him turn the page of his potions book, your eyes following everytime they moved.

You had waited a good few minutes, making sure Regulus was deep in thought before you took his hand and slipped his fingers into your mouth again. Your eyes closed in relief, sighing out deeply as you were finally given something you wanted.

Regulus had snapped out of his daze once he felt his fingers in your mouth, his chin in his hand as he watched you suck on his fingers. You were really such a simple thing.

“I’ll tell you what,” he caught your attention, your eyes snapped open as you pulled his fingers from your mouth, rushing out an apology that he dismissed.

“I still have some work left to do, but if you really need to suck on something you can get on your knees and use my cock,” he offered plainly, and your heart thudded at his word. Your cheeks grew hot, mouth slightly opened as you tried to find an answer for his appeal.

“But- but we’re in public,” you whispered, he always scolded you for sucking on things in public, was this a test?

“I know, but my baby’s needs are a bit more important than mine,” he soothed, he took your elbow, directing you to the edge of your seat. He planted a long kiss against your lips, before pulling away. “Come on,” he whispered. You where completely loss for words or movement and Regulus laughed at your dumb state. He helped you to your knees, placing your hands on his belt.

“Lovely,” he caught your attention and you looked up, he smiled down at you and rubbed a hand through your hair. “Take off my belt,” he told you and you fumbled with the lock. He watched your shaky hands try to push the steel away from the hole, and he caught notice of your frustrated expression.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he comforted after he saw the tears well up. “I’ll help,” he clarified as you set your hands on his knees and waited eagerly. With ease he pulled the steel from the hole and unhooked his belt, he pulled the button from its hole and then zipped his trouser down. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him pull out his cock, lousily stroking the base. Your hands slapped his away, taking it in yours as you squeezed the flesh against your palm.

Regulus gave a look that you didn’t catch, he was about to pull you away for a punishment but he caught the sensitive look in your eyes and the way you whined like a dog, he decided you needed this a lot more than he thought. He was fascinated with the way your shaky bodied stilled as you took his cock in your mouth, your sigh making him flinch.

This was immediately better than his fingers, your mouth sucking hungrily for more of his length. Your tongue felt at home as you slid it around the underside, you could even pinpoint the thick veins. You paid no mind to the way your knees ached, your cheek resting on his thigh as your eyes slipped closed. This was exactly where you needed to be.

Regulus had to pull himself away from looking down at you, focusing on his book. You became deaf to any noise, not hearing the footsteps that passed by or the scratching off quills. Even with this risky task, you felt safe. You could almost fall asleep, mouth sucking against his hard skin. You didn’t even realize he was close to climax, completely numb to the idea that this also felt good for Regulus too.

You felt a hand through your hair start to gently rub against your scalp, Regulus whispering a gentle encouragement for you to open your eyes. You blinked, looking up with a mouth full of cock. “Hmm mmh,” you gurgled and Regulus nodded like he understood.

“I'm done baby, let’s go to my dorm,” he gently spoke and you squint your eyes confused, how long had it been? You felt his cock slip from your mouth and you grabbed it from his grasp, slipping it back in. Regulus gave a small chuckle and pulled you away while you gurgled and whined for it back.

“Reg I’m not done-“ you told him, drool slipping down your chin as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Reg I’m not done,” you repeated.

“Shh I know I know,” he shushed gently, rubbing your cheek to calm you down. He slipped his cock back into his trousers and you felt the urge to cry. “I’m telling you we’re going to my dorm,” he finalized once again, your hands going to pull his trouser back down to get his cock.

“No baby, that’s enough,” he whispered, taking your hands and pulling them away. He buckled his belt and you became frustrated. At this point you had begun to cry, tears slipping down your cheeks as you rubbed his thigh. “Please Reggie, I’ll be good, I’ll be really good, can I have your cock now?”

Regulus softened at your words, bringing you up as he sat you in your chair. He leaned close, rubbing your cheeks to wipe away the tears. “I know you’re being good, I just want to take this to my dorm-“ “can I have your cock then?” You cut him off, desperation leaking in your words.

Regulus kissed your forehead and rubbed the low of your back, “I’m not taking my cock away, okay? Please stop the waterworks and listen to what I’m going to say,” he whispered in your ear. You faltered, nodding as he pulled away. Even though you nodded, you began to talk over him once again. Regulus sighed as he grew angry, his thumb slipping into your mouth. You sucked on it without being told, nerves settling as you calmed down.

Once Regulus knew you were going to listen, he began to explain to you again. “You can't have my cock right now,” he started and he saw the flash of anxiety in your eyes and quickly explained himself.

“But, once we get to my dorm I’ll take out my cock and you can suck on it until dinner, you understand?” You nodded, taking his thumb out of your mouth.

You got up quickly, ready to sprint to his dorm but Regulus tugged you back and onto his lap. He firmly placed a hand on your stomach, keeping you from running.

“Lovely, what do you say when I give you something you want?” He whispered and you shuddered, you turned around kissing him quickly. “M’sorry, thank you for the opportunity sir,” you correct yourself.

Regulus let you get up, standing up behind you as he purposely pushed his hard cock against your thigh. You breathed in deeply, stomach whirling.

“Don’t forget your manners again, last time I let it slide today,” he warned, you nodded and Regulus placed a hand on your waist for a warning. “I understand sir,” you corrected yourself again.

“Go on, I’ll see you in my dorm,” he patted your ass and pushed you towards the library exit. Regulus chuckled as he heard you run down the hallway.

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The Brothers and Side Characters Go on a Road Trip!

So, Diavolo, Lord of the Devildom, wants to go on a road trip for reasons unknown. You know what? Screw it, the reason is because Dia wants to do a fun human thing because MC brought it up during tea time. No one can defy the king, so TIME FOR A ROAD TRIP!

Shut Up! HE DOESN’T NEED DIRECTIONS! (Lucifer)

He was going to turn that car around. That’s it, he was going to leave. Someone else drive.

I hope your MC likes staticky traffic updates because that’s what Lucifer constantly had on the radio.

Obviously, some of the brothers complained, so Lucifer put on Beethoven’s Symphony no. 9. HELL YEAH TURN IT UP DJ!

Lol JK no one can car-dance to classical music. Just go back to the staticky traffic updates…

Lucifer would have preferred it if MC or Barbatos were riding shotgun next to him, but Diavolo ended up getting it. Dia is constantly asking Lucifer to stop so he can take pictures of the most mundane shit.

Lucifer stopped stopping after the first fifteen requests.

“I’m not stopping at McDonalds- hang on. Hi McDonald’s employee, one black coffee please.”

In true father fashion, Lucifer got lost and REFUSED to ask for directions. They were lost for five hours before Diavolo finally asked:

“Lucifer, you can turn on the GPS right?”

“Yes, but I don’t trust it.”

Everyone screamed in frustration and were all fully prepared to abandon Lucifer at the side of the road.

Please… can someone else drive? Anyone else…

Are We There Yeeeet..? (Mammon)

Okay, so, Mammon was one of two ways on that road trip. One: complete ADHD daydream zoned out. Or type Two: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRREEEEE WEEEEEEEE THEEEEEEEEERRRRRREEEE YEEEEEEET???!

He wanted to stop and go to all the tourist traps, by the end of the road trip Mammon wanted to open his own.

The Avatar of Greed loves driving, problem is, he’s used to driving off into the sunset as a lone bachelor, not with his friends and brothers in the car as well.

He only got to drive once, and it was awful. 0/10 would not recommend. Luke thought MC was driving and called shotgun…

Mammon just turns on the radio for music and hopes something good is on at least ONE channel.

STOP WEAVING BETWEEN LANES YOU MORON-

Not all of Mammon’s time driving was bad, the combined powers of Luke and Mammon meant that everyone stopped at a petting zoo at the side of the road. Everyone had a good time, even though when they got back into the car they all smelled like a farm.

Did anyone else hear that oinking in the car-

*Vibes to Music in the Backseat* (Levi)

After being cruelly dragged from his room and placed in this stupid van… he just climbed into the backseat and put on his headphones.

Maybe anime openings could drown out this problem…

Levi only drove for fifteen minutes, it was the most terrifying fifteen minutes of everyone’s lives.

Mario Kart is not a substitute for proper driving school!

Listen- Levi actually saved the entire trip, after stopping at a gas station everyone noticed that Levi never complained about what was on the radio because he was wearing headphones, so everyone bought their own pair and the car trip was so much more pleasant…

No matter how many times Lucifer told Levi to get his feet off the seat, he wouldn’t listen, he was GAMING and they took him away from his gaming chair! HE NEEDED TO SCRUNCH HIMSELF UP LIKE A GOBLIN TO FOCUS DAMMIT!

Whenever the car would stop so everyone could get out and take a picture or look at something, Levi had to be practically dragged out of the car and manually posed for the pictures.

“Is this one of those vans with TVs in them? I brought the first five volumes of TSL on DVD!”

While Satan was driving they stopped at a lake, and Levi burst out of the car and made friends with all the lake fish.

He was still soaking wet when they had to leave.

I’m a Responsible Driver- IS THAT AN OLD BOOKSTORE?! (Satan)

Satan, we believed in you…

Our favourite nerd wanted to stop at any and all historical spots or cool looking bookstores he saw.

When everyone went to buy headphones, he got a pair with cat-ears on them! Because obviously!

Satan’s a responsible driver, and he’s not as prone to road rage as one might think. He has patience, remember in the Jobs event when he worked in customer service? Those kinds of jobs take a godlike amount of self control to do.

Asmo called shotgun and Satan got to have the wonderful experience of having his ear chatted off by his dear brother.

Satan was not about to have fast food for the eighth time in four days, if everyone wanted food, he’d stop at a restaurant.

He was terribly sorry to anyone who needed to use the restroom, but they should have gone at the last rest stop.

When Satan stopped at the lake, he gave everyone a long lecture on the historical significance of the place, then noticed that Levi was being crowned king of the lake and decided he should cut his history lesson short before Levi abandoned his family to chill with the fish forever.

I wanted Satan to be the normal chill one with the radio… I really did… but deep in my subconscious I feel like Satan would put on one of those language learning DVDs so he can learn another language on the go like a total dork.

Road Rage (Asmodeus)

No one saw this coming but- Asmo gets some B A D road rage. Someone cuts him off? “Hi hello dear, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS?!” Someone doesn’t use a turn signal? “YOU BRAIN DEAD MORON! LEARN TO DRIVE!” Someone just pisses him off? “*prolonged horn sound*”

It’s just… the car trip was so taxing on the poor Avatar of Lust… he was crammed into the middle seat for the majority of the trip… he had to give his sleeping mask to Belphie… Beel was getting crumbs all over him and he couldn’t move over… just so tragic…

Solomon called shotgun and it was the greatest couple of hours of his life. He got a front row seat to Lucifer and Barbatos dragging Asmo back into the car because he tried to pick a fight with another driver.

Asmo wasn’t having a good time…

He didn’t want to stop for any gas station food or go through a drive-thru so it was another expensive restaurant trip. Rest In Peace to the gang’s wallets.

When he wasn’t driving, Asmo was loudly talking with MC or talking on the phone. It was a blessing in disguise when they went through an area with bad phone reception and Asmo finally had to shut up.

Oh well… at least he got a few nice pictures for Devilgram.

MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! (Beel)

We all know Beel is massive, right? His head is touching the ceiling and every speed-bump hurt.

He’s the one begging to stop at every gas station or fast food place they pass by.

Beel’s section in the car was covered in empty bags of Doritos by the end of the trip.

When Beel got to drive, Belphie got shotgun! Hell yeah dream team!

Poor Beel, he got distracted and ended up somehow popping a tire. He pulled over next to a farm, changed the tire, then got back in the car and kept driving.

Uh… there was an awful lack of snoring next to Beel- OH FUCK THEY LEFT BELPHIE!

Belphie was found sleeping next to the cows on the farm they had stopped at earlier.

The cows didn’t want to give their sleepy god up so easily…

After that… Beel didn’t want to drive anymore…

“Look, cows.” (Belphie)

I really need to stop with the cow jokes but I CAN’T

*snore*

Belphie’s crammed between Beel and MC for most of the trip and is probably drooling all over poor MC’s lap or shoulder.

Beware, he jolts up randomly and looks around in a panic before he realizes he’s in a car. This happens every three hours.

Belphie’s not allowed to drive, he’d fall asleep. But when Lucifer takes the wheel and puts on that fucking staticky radio, Belphie forms an idea.

“*ahem* four thousand bottles of beer on the wall, four thousand bottles of beer,”

Mission success, Lucifer wanted to tear his hair out.

Belphie ended up asking to stop when they get to a stretch of road with no streetlights, everyone got out of the and stared at the stars.

…listen, it’s a miracle no one got axe murdered but the stars were gorgeous.

Remember when I said Satan put on those language learning DVDs? Yeah uh…. Belphie woke up from his last nap of the trip almost fully fluent in Spanish. At least one person gained a new skill on this trip…

Oooo, Look at Thaaaaat! (Diavolo)

Even though the side characters were in a different car most of the time, sometimes people would switch to the other car if they met up at a gas station.

By the end of the road trip Dia looked like one of those tourist dads, Hawaiian shirt and all.

Dia can’t drive

He’s absorbing human culture… and human culture involves ordering everything at this random Wendy’s.

Diavolo’s camera roll is so unbelievably full by the end of the trip and he refuses to delete ANY of the pictures.

Most of the pictures are of really weird and boring stuff, like traffic signs and trees, but the picture he ends up printing out and putting in a picture frame is a picture of the whole group at the petting zoo having a grand old time.

He wanted to take home a baby goat but Barbatos said that wasn’t a good idea :(

Help. (Barbatos)

So, it could have been worse for Barbatos, he could have been stuck in the car with the brothers and MC.

Dia always had the seat up front, but when he left the car to go hang out with the dude-squad, Solomon got the passenger seat.

Solomon decided it would be a good idea to pester Barbatos to go faster and take weird shortcuts through (probably not legal) backroads and creepy forest paths.

Good thing Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon had functioning brain cells and knew that’s how horror movies began.

Barbatos stopped for fast food once and only once. It’s not healthy!

He’s the only driver to take suggestions for music, meaning that the side characters’ car was the best one of the two.

“SOMEONE GET THE BARF BAG!”(Simeon)

He’s just… he’s just trying his best not to vomit…

Simeon thought the car would be a good place to get some writing done while they drove down long stretches of road. Simeon was wrong in that assumption.

With his head down way too much while the car zoomed down the highway, Simeon felt himself getting *very* sick about four hours in.

He was worried he may have accidentally eaten something of Solomon’s… but nope. The angel was carsick.

Luke had the important job of patting Simeon on the back as he leaned over the barf-bag while Solomon dry heaved up front.

Hurry and open the windows before Solomon barfs too!!!!

Other than the car sickness, he had the job of making sure Luke was entertained, there was a good hour of eye-spy until they just got to a stretch of forest.

After that, Simeon realized that he could just give Luke free permission to ramble about whatever he wanted and that would keep the little guy entertained for HOURS.

What do You Mean I Can’t Legally Make This Turn?! (Solomon)

Shifty bastard can drive, problem is, he doesn’t care about the laws of the road.

He ended up getting pulled over after breaking approximately 11 traffic laws in less than ten minutes.

“License and registration.” “Yeah yeah yeah…” “…sir, this license expired in 1989.” “…shit.”

Solomon gunned it and managed to use his magic to hide the car and evade the very confused traffic cop.

Luke was completely aghast at the flagrant law breaking, but Solomon’s excuse was that the 80s were a lawless wasteland and he completely forgot he legally had to update his license.

He’s an equally obnoxious passenger as he is driver, but at least no one in the car is bored.

“You know, back in the day cars didn’t have seatbelts.” “Solomon put your seatbelt back on.”

…Can we keep it? (Luke)

He was against this from the start. A road trip? With those nasty demons? No! Never!

Okay fine… maybe he wanted to see some more of the human world… he agreed to go.

After helping Simeon through his car sickness, he misheard the other car say that MC would be driving, and Luke wanted to hang out with his third parent 🥺

That’s how he ended up riding shotgun next to Mammon. It started out rough, but when the two spotted the petting zoo it was all sunshine and rainbows.

Luke made friends with all the animals! He was like a little Disney Prince. He got especially attached to this one piglet, it was a surprise to Simeon that the goodbye wasn’t tearful.

Luke smuggled that piglet out of the petting zoo and they were all over fifty miles away before anyone noticed.

Of course, everyone was just shocked that Luke had stolen something, but he looked so cute holding the little piggy… awwww…

The bros obviously joked that Luke had gone to the dark side and was totally evil because he had taken the pig, much to the poor kid’s dismay.

Simeon tried to convince Luke that he needed to return the piglet but Luke was adamant that he could totally take good care of it.

Welp, time for Lucifer to fix this.

“Luke, you need to go put the pig back, it’s not yours.”

“No! I’ll take good care of it!”

“That doesn’t matter, you stole it. It’s not your property, do you want to end up a scummy thief like Mammon?”

“No not at all. Let’s go return the pig.”

“THAT’S ALL IT TOOK?!”

[nalu4emily]

Sickly Sweet

This little short came about while I was looking for writing prompts. The ones I used for this were "I feel thoroughly disgusting." "We need to get you into a different shirt, you've sweat through that one." and "Is that my shirt? Looks like I'm gonna have to burn it now that you've contaminated it!"

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the NALU fluffiness!

x

She was dying.

Well, not exactly... But damn, did she feel terrible.

She wasn't sure when it'd happened; in the guild? Out on a mission? Who knows?

Whatever sickness this was, it was bad. Her body ached like she'd been beaten with a stick over and over again, and her heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might blow through her rib cage. The throbbing headache that travelled from her face to the back of her neck, that burned her eyes like a really bad hangover, seemed to only get worse if she tried to move. And that wasn't even the start of it.

She lay there, under thick blankets piled high on top of her shivering self in a bid to warm up, or 'sweat it out' as she'd heard others say, but it was no use. Hours she'd laid there feeling too hot and then too cold; too sleepy but too restless to allow herself the rest she so desperately needed.

What she wouldn't give for just a bit of respite? To be able to fall asleep and give her body that extra time to recuperate.

No… the girl knew what she needed, there was only one thing for it, and that was Wendy.

The young mage could heal her in a heartbeat, then she'd be free to go about her day—probably find Natsu, and go on another mission or whatever.

"Lucy?"

Speak of the devil.

"Luce… Whatcha doing under all that? You tryna hide from someone?"

When had he sneaked in? She hadn't heard the window go. Then again, she could hear barely anything under the thumping of her own pulse in her ears.

This was so bothersome. She really didn't have the strength to entertain guests today, let alone one like Natsu. Sleep was her main objective right now.

"Lucy, I-" He gasped suddenly, whipping back the covers without warning, "Whoa-!"

"H-Hey! Give them back!" Trying to shout, her throat simply wouldn't allow the sound to come out. She'd croaked instead, using the tiny amount of strength she had left to yank the duvets back over her form, shuddering from the gust it'd created.

Shocked by just how sickly his partner was, Natsu stared wide eyed for a moment at the heap of shaking blankets in front of him. He'd only popped in to see why she hadn't been to the guild, and now it was all too clear, "Luce, you look awful…"

"G-Gee, thanks Natsu. Maybe it's because I feel awful?" She bit back, feeling irritable as well as everything else now.

Placing his hands on his hips, with eyes never leaving the bed, he listened in to the soft whimpers and grunts escaping her every breath, "Ya know, if you've got a fever, covering yourself like that is only going to make it worse." He knew he was treading a thin line, but he didn't care.

"I-I'm cold…"

"But your body isn't, I can feel the heat from here. You're probably sweating up a storm in there." He wanted to help, really, only Lucy had to let him first, and she could be pretty darn stubborn when she wanted, "And that's not good for anybody that's sick."

He was right, she knew that, but the mere thought of exposing her goose pimpled flesh to the open air made her teeth chatter even harder.

"Come on, Luce, let me help. You wanna feel better right?" Ever so carefully, he hooked his fingers under the blankets again, and slowly eased them upwards, his voice going from muffled to clear as he peeked in on the jittery girl. Meeting no resistance, he continued to peel it back, revealing the blonde that'd huddled in like a foetus to save some of the warmth she'd built up, "You're drenched!"

Opening her dry eyes for the first time since he'd got there, she blearily looked up at him, the concern etched into his face making her feel even more vulnerable, "I… I don't feel well, Natsu."

"I know you don't, Luce. But it's gonna be alright, because I'll look after you." He smiled at her, with that warm, comforting grin she'd seen so many times, and it filled her with reassurance, "Can you sit up? I'm sure laying in a wet bed is no fun…"

It wasn't, now that Lucy thought about it. In fact, it was incredibly uncomfortable and that only made her feel worse. Holding onto her throbbing head, she eased herself up onto her butt, her body feeling weaker than it had done in some time and leant herself against the headboard.

Taking a few sips of the water that Natsu had given her, she let the cool liquid glide down her pin-like throat, soothing it's painful prickle.

"Thanks Natsu." She breathed heavily, "Ugh… I feel thoroughly disgusting..." She wasn't exaggerating either, her body was soaked through, having seeped onto her clothes, keeping her skin damp and unbearably cold.

"We need to get you into a different shirt, you've sweat through that one." The fire mage said, walking over to the dresser, and pulling a random top from it to give to her, "Here, at least it'll be dry."

She took it from him and grimaced, barely believing what she was about to ask of her best friend, "I-I, um… C-Can you help me put it on? I don't have the energy…" Her blush reached the tips of her ears, unable to look at the boy, who, seemed more than willing to assist.

"Sure thing! Only, you can't hit me for looking." A 'Lucy punch' hurt, and this time it wouldn't be his fault.

"I-I won't…" Her eyes never quite meeting his, too shy, too embarrassed by what she'd asked him to do… Drunk Lucy never seemed to have this problem.

Satisfied that he wouldn't be getting a foot to the face, he gently lifted her saturated top above her head, careful to keep his eyes anywhere but her chest. Not that he even got a chance—her hands quickly came up to shield them from his view, and a pang of disappointment hit him straight in the gut.

"I dunno why you're covering yourself. It's not like I ain't seen it before." He murmured, grabbing the clean shirt to pull over her head, "Don't you trust me?"

"O-Of course… I just- I guess it's just a habit." She shrugged, releasing herself to push her arms through the sleeves, his eyes now focused solely on hers, making her heart beat for an entirely different reason this time.

"If you say so." He glanced down, glad to see Lucy in something loose and dry, when he paused, head tilting to the side, "Wait, isn't that-?" Cocking his brow, he marvelled at the shirt sitting so nicely around the blonde's body, smirking up at her with that daring face of his.

"What? What is it?"

"Isn't that my shirt?" He asked, wondering what the hell it was doing folded so neatly in Lucy's drawers—her pyjama drawer to be exact, "Care to explain, Lucy?" Her name drooled off his tongue, his voice laced with tease.

"O-Oh, um… w-well, it kinda… ya know…" Her face grew redder by the second, with his eyes piercing into her very soul.

Busted!

He'd wondered where that'd gone.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to burn it now that you've contaminated it!" He sniggered, earning a very unimpressed glare from the celestial mage.

"That's a big word coming from a guy that leaves his clothes in other people's houses!" She retorted, the corners of her lips raising as they both broke out into laughter.

"Fine, I guess you can keep it…" He said, placing a wet cloth on her forehead to cool her flushed face down.

"Like I was gonna give it back!" She chuckled again, feeling a new warmth seeping into her rattling bones, a warmth that always accompanied the dragon slayer. Pulling the boy up onto the bed, she laid herself down onto his chest and finally sighed in relief, "Thanks, Natsu. You always know how to make me feel… better..."

He cuddled close, smiling as she began to drift off, glad he'd been able to make her feel more comfortable at least, "Anytime, Luce!"

Her aches and pains were forgotten, and her shivers began to ease as she let the familiarity of Natsu's comforting presence take her to a place of peace and calm.

Maybe, she didn't need Wendy after all?

Thanks for reading!