#JUST PICTURE REG SWEATING

[ecstarry]

congrats on the followers loveeee!!!

💌 of reg asking effie and monty to marry james?

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,

I write to you with my heart on my sleeve. I have loved James ever since I've know him, and if I'm honest, I believe I have loved him for longer.

As if a part of my heart knew that his love would find me and I needed to save that space for him. I could swear there was piece that had been dormant, patiently awaiting just for James Potter to claim it.

I'm hopeful that you have witnessed just how earnest my love for your son is. That even if words don't always come easy to me, you can testify to the devotion behind my eyes whenever I'm around James.

While I'm no Seer, I'm utterly convinced that I was meant to love your son. In this life and the next one.

I want to marry James.

I want to be a Potter.

I wish to have your blessing. Your word matters grately to me, Sirius and I could not have dreamed of a better place to call our home.

My promise to you is to continue loving James as honestly as I have. I truly don't think I could ever stop doing so.

He holds my heart, tenderly and delicately in his hands, the same hands you have known and cared for all these years and that I wish to continue doing so as long as we keep breathing.

As you finish this letter, and you lift your heads to what is probably the most nervous version of me you've seen, please say I have your blessing.

With all my love,

-R.A.B.

[mistress-violence]

Prompt: Magazine from @into-the-jeggyverse (August 27)

Word count: 569 words

Pairing: Jegulus (modern AU)

⚠️ Warnings: masturbation assumptions

Regulus had already started unpacking the kitchen utensils while James, Sirius and Remus brought the last boxes into the house. He wanted to offer his brother and his brother's fiancé a tea after they offered to help him and James move in their new apartment. He forgot how chaotic the three of them can be when they are together though, which is why all the boxes were mixed up and out of place.

He managed to find the cups and cutlery in the bathroom and the kettle in the bedroom, but he wasn't successful in locating the kettle yet. He set aside a box full of books and one of toiletries, hoping the one at the bottom would be what he was looking for. Regulus raised his eyebrows when instead of the kettle he found a box with "College" written on it.

He knew it wasn't his, but the curiosity was too big. He took the scissors and cut the strip of tape from the top before opening it. Inside were things Regulus had expected: James' old football gear, his graduation album, pictures of James and his friends during college, little things that held memories from his student years. While looking among the small plush toys won at the carnivals and the penis-shaped magnets received at every birthday for the past 10 years (an inside joke in their group of friends), Regulus discovered something at the bottom.

James entered the front door with two boxes in hand, which he immediately placed in the hall. He briefly searched for Regulus around until he found him in the living room, looking over a Playboy magazine. His Playboy magazine from college...

Regulus immediately lifted his head with a look that was hard to describe. It was something between repressed anger, confusion and desire for blood.

"I can explain!" James said immediately, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Regulus didn't say anything, just popped his tongue and turned the open magazine towards James.

"What's going on here?" Sirius asked, appearing from behind James with a box in hand.

His gaze ran to the magazine and his mouth opened. It was an ad for Obscurius, a perfume from the Black family beauty line. Regulus' picture took up the entire page, with an expression that would make even a professional model jealous. It was a part of Regulus' dark past, when he was still under his mother's shoe, a loyal servant of Black beauty company. All kinds of hearts were drawn over the picture with red permanent marker.

"Can you explain this to me, Potter?" Regulus said, pressing each syllable.

"I swear I've had it since before I met you, Reg, I bought it for the tits!" James tried to defend himself, taking a step back.

"Why is the page sticky? What did you do with it, Potter?"

"I think I hear my phone ringing. Excuse me!"

"James Fleamont Potter, go right back and tell me why the pages are sticky!" Regulus shouted, running after his lover.

"What's with all this noise?" asked Remus, bringing the last boxes into the house.

Sirius was standing in the doorway, his hand over his mouth and a visible shock on his face. He received too much information about his friend's old habits than he wanted to know.

"Let's go home, now," Sirius hissed, trying to leave the apartment as quickly as possible with a confused Remus behind him.

[wreckedandpolemic]

bunny ears and devil horns - matty healy

(mdni) in which your halloween costume gets your boyfriend so riled up that he needs to remind you who you belong to. part of the white and gold universe and promptober75 2024. 2717 words.

You fix the devil horns on the top of your head, watching your reflection to centre them. The girl in the mirror smirks back at you, lips painted a shade of red that matches your lingerie. It’s scarcely more than scraps of lace, accentuating your figure with straps that criss-cross over your body. A garter holds up your sheer stockings, feet tucked into red-bottom stilettos.

Squeezing into the red vinyl minidress that completes your “costume” is more of a task than you���d expected, but the effect is perfect. You text Matty a picture of your outfit and what’s underneath, captioned happy halloween, daddy ;) do you like the dress better on or off? Matty’s response is immediate, flashing up his contact before you’ve even put your phone down. You let it ring for a moment, make him sweat a little before you pick up with an innocent little, “Hello?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, princess. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

You giggle. “You know, this is why I call you an old man. You’re an old man with a weak heart, Matthew, and I’m going to inherit all your money when you die.”

“Behave yourself,” Matty teases. “You look gorgeous, princess. Have fun, be safe, don’t talk to any boys.” His grin is audible, and you groan.

“But what if they’re gonna give me free drinks?” you pout, half-jokingly wheedling.

“Especially not then,” Matty answers. “Should just let me drive up there instead. I can buy you much better booze than some grease-faced twenty-year-old boy, and I’m definitely better company.”

You laugh at how serious he sounds, his jealousy creeping in at the edges of his tone. “Oh, you wanna be the only man I’m using for his money, right? But it’s so fun, and they make it so easy.”

Matty practically growls, a low, frustrated noise filling your ear. “Will you behave? Such a slut, aren’t you, princess? Been too long since I’ve made you mine, huh?”

“You know I’m yours. Makes it more fun, letting them buy me drinks and think I’m gonna let them get anywhere before I tell them I have a real man waiting for me at home.”

He laughs, low and rich and sweet. “Music to my ears, princess. Have fun tonight, yeah? Call me when you’re home.”

“You sure? It’s gonna be past your bedtime.” Matty only scoffs, adding a soft I love you that makes you pout and long for him. “I love you too.”

You drink and dance your way through the evening, barely paying for anything and always slipping teasingly out of your suitors’ grasp. And it’s fun, it is, your head spinning joyfully as your friends pull you into the circle, but you miss Matty achingly, painfully conscious of the distance between you, how long it’ll be before you get to see him, have him, again.

Sure, it’s a little codependent, but you’ve never been so in love. A year ago, this would’ve been your ideal night, drunk and dancing and flirting to your heart’s content; now, though, all you want is to curl up in bed with your boyfriend and a vintage red. A little melancholy, you duck out early, barely making it to midnight and hoping you’ll still catch Matty once you’re home.

There’s an extra car in your driveway, but it’s too dark to make out the model or reg number, so you shrug and fumble with your keys to let yourself in. Coming face-to-face with Matty helping himself to coffee in your kitchen shocks you almost into sobriety, your knees practically buckling as you throw yourself into his arms. You press hungry, needy kisses over his face in a way that’s definitely indecent for your shared living space. “Hi, princess,” Matty grins.

“What are you doing here?” you laugh disbelievingly.

“Wanted to be waitin’ at home for you,” he smirks. “Make sure you remember what your real man feels like.”

You tilt your head knowingly. “You’re jealous,” you giggle. “Saw how hot I looked tonight and got mad that a bunch of silly boys were the only ones enjoying it, right?”

“Just wanna make sure everyone knows who you belong to, yeah?” You smirk, taking his hand and pulling him along to your bedroom. Matty slams you against the door as soon as it’s closed, kissing and licking and biting at your neck with abandon.

“Don’t I look pretty, Daddy?” you sigh, tilting your head to give him better access. “I want you to tell me how pretty I am, tell me everything you want to do to me,” you breathe, threading a hand into Matty’s curls and lifting his head. His eyes are black with lust when they meet yours, his lips swollen and spit-slick.

Groaning, he drops his hands to grab your ass, his gaze weighted and heavy. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess. So pretty for me, and only for me, yeah?” You nod feverishly. “Had to get off as soon as you hung up the phone, angel. God, this fucking dress. Couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you’d look dancing, about bringing you home and getting on my knees, gettin’ you undressed and fucking you in just your belt and stockings.”

You moan, grinding against the bulge in his trousers; heat floods your body and drips into your panties, hunger gnawing between your thighs. “The shoes, too?” you tease, hooking one leg around him to press a stiletto heel against the back of his thigh.

“Shit, if you want,” Matty answers, lifting you off your feet and laying you on the bed. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, half to himself. “D’you mind if I take a picture, princess? I just— y’so pretty, so perfect.”

Eagerly, you nod. “You’re so sweet, so good to me. Make me so happy,” you beam. “Y’gotta fuck me like a whore, though, okay? Maybe I was a bad girl tonight, drinking and flirting with boys to make them think they had a chance,” you say, a teasing pout playing on your lips. You toss your head wildly, posing provocatively for Matty’s camera.

“Such a dirty little girl,” he smirks. “You wanna get punished? Get that pathetic excuse for a dress off for me, okay, princess?” He’s still standing at the foot of your bed, camera poised, when you reach up at him.

“Can’t take it off on my own,” you say, biting your lip and rolling over. “S’too tight. I’m stuck,” you add, deliberately playing up the porn dialogue and arching your back. You moan happily when he straddles the backs of your thighs, his fingers warm as they find your zipper and tug gently.

Torturously slow, Matty unzips you, like you’re a gift wrapped up all for him. A stuttering gasp leaves his lips as he pulls the dress off you, grabbing your ass and kneading like he can’t resist. He spanks you harshly, and you arch greedily up into his touch. “This fucking ass drives me crazy, princess. You want me to fuck you there later?”

Your cunt throbs with need. “Please,” you moan into the sheets. “S’all yours, Daddy. Do whatever you want with me. But make me hurt first, okay? You gotta teach your little slut a lesson,” you add, smirking over your shoulder at him as his eyes go black with lust.

“So fuckin’ needy,” he scoffs, smacking the inside of your thigh. Sweet pleasure-pain arcs under your skin, hot and dizzying. “You want everyone to know who you belong to, hm? Gonna make you scream loud enough for the entire city to hear,” he smirks. Without even waiting for the instruction, you shift into your favourite position for him; face down, ass up and ready for whatever he wants to give. You knead a lace-clad breast in one hand, pinching and rolling your nipple through the thin fabric. “Jesus, y’fucking soaked through, princess,” Matty mutters, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your dripping cunt.

You moan helplessly against your pillow, writhing greedily as you feel his spit dripping down your skin. “Daddy, please,” you beg. “M’so needy, so wet for you, I can’t wait any longer.” You gasp, entire body jolting as Matty leans down, licks a broad stripe over your cunt, kisses your clit.

“You can’t wait?” Matty says, mocking tone sending the need hammering in your veins into a fever pitch. “Greedy girl wants to get filled up and punished?” You moan out an affirmative, feeling his weight shift as he leans over to your bedside drawer and pulls out a toy. You hear him uncap a bottle of lube and slick up the toy, cunt clenching when he presses it gently against your hole. “You ready?”

“Please, Daddy. Please stop teasing. I can’t— fuckkk,” you cry, the suddenness of Matty slamming the toy into you sending liquid heat spiralling through your body. “Shit, yes,” you moan, breaking into a keening wail when he switches the toy on, the rabbit sending pulses of pleasure so intense at your clit that it nearly hurts.

“There you go, darling. All ready now, huh?” Without waiting for an answer, Matty brings his hand down to smack your ass hard. Every slap jolts the vibrator against your swollen clit, garbled whines falling pathetically from your lips. Your ass is flaming red and stinging as Matty brings his hand down again, pleasure coiling tight at the base of your spine. “Look so gorgeous all bruised up for me, princess. You’re matchin’ that pretty lace.” Your hips shift, at once desperately chasing pleasure and retreating from overstimulation.

Arching your back, you grind down against the vibrator, already melting into a slick puddle of need. “Daddy,” you whine, without even knowing what you’re pleading for. Pleasure winds itself tight through your body, your muscles tense and your head spinning.

Matty strokes the curve of your ass gently, smacks you hard, and you gasp, a high whine falling from your lips as the vibrator presses insistently against your clit. “Oh, sweet girl,” he sighs. “You gonna cum?” he coos, one hand sliding around to your front and gently cradling you. You nod helplessly, garbled whines falling from your lips. “Oh, baby. Go on, princess. Cum for me. You look so pretty when you cum, darling.”

One more hard slap to your inner thigh has you screaming, pitching headfirst into pure ecstasy. “Ohmygod, Daddy, yes!” you cry, face buried in the pillow as tears brim in your eyes. Pleasure clenches vice-tight around your organs, bordering on pain in your cunt where the vibrator still hammers against your sensitive nerves. Arousal drips down your legs, incoherent moans falling from your lips and heat licking in your belly.

Your cunt clenches as Matty pulls the toy free and you whine. “God, you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your swollen clit. “You ready for Daddy to take what he needs, princess?”

You giggle breathlessly. “What do you need, Daddy?”

“Need to fuck this slutty little pussy, darling. Need to hear those pretty noises you make, fill you up, make sure you remember whose girl you are, alright?” Matty says, almost a moan.

“Please,” you breathe out, and the word’s barely left your lips before he’s inside you, your soaked cunt taking him greedily. Desire pulses heady between your legs, your back arching as you try desperately to fuck yourself back on him.

Matty’s nails dig into your hips, pain flaring where his body meets the sore flesh of your ass. “God, you feel so good, princess. Missed this sweet cunt so bad. Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own name, beautiful,” he promises, slamming his hips hard against yours.

Whimpering softly, your eyes slip shut as Matty’s fingers trail slickly over your wet clit. “Wish we could just fucking stay like this forever,” you groan, dazed and swimming in pleasure with Matty buried to the hilt inside you. You can feel him nearly trembling with the effort of holding still. “Give it to me, Daddy,” you plead. “I need it. Need it so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Such a little cockslut, princess. Want Daddy to fuck you dumb, right?” You nod frantically, whining out affirmatives as he traces his thumb over your hip. “S’it okay if I turn you over, darling? Wanna kiss my sweet girl while I make her stupid for me.”

Even though you agree, a whine slips out of you when he pulls out, just for a second, to flip you over. He smiles softly down at you, adoring, brushes a stray piece of hair off your face. Pouting, you arch up towards Matty until he gives you what you want; a slow, deep kiss as he fills you exactly the same way. Ecstasy floods your body, Matty’s hips slamming hard against yours as he drips moans into your mouth. “That’s my good little girl,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. “Just gotta lay back and take it, okay, princess? Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

“So good to me,” you groan, locking your legs around his waist and pressing your heel into his back. Matty’s pained little moan falls straight to your cunt, pulses in your ears, slick, sweet noises filling the room. “Mmh, Daddy,” you whine, high and needy as he fucks into you.

Matty groans into your neck, sucks a bruise into soft skin. “My sweet girl,” he sighs, covering his mouth with yours. “Always so good for me, even when you’re a little slut,” he teases, circling your clit as you thrash under him.

Wild, erratic pleasure spills under your skin, your body precariously close to its end. “M’your little slut,” you moan, threading a hand through Matty’s curls and pulling him in for a kiss. “M’so close, Daddy, please!”

Smiling against your lips, Matty pinches your clit softly. “D’you deserve it, princess?” he asks, low and slightly dangerous. You bite your lip. “Nah, I didn’t think so either. Luckily for you, I’m feelin’ generous, angel. I’ll let you cum…” You bate your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “If you beg for it,” he adds with a smirk.

“Please, Daddy,” you gasp. “Please let me cum, I need it. Need you, want you all the time, please,” you practically scream, dissolving into incoherent, wanton pleas as Matty fucks into you over and over.

Your pulse hammers between your thighs, cunt clenching desperately around him. “Go on, princess. Cum for Daddy. Soak my cock, yeah?”

He tweaks your nipple, kisses your pulse point, slams hard into you, and you break. Your body collapses in on itself, pleasure crumbling your muscles one by one as you moan out the only word you know; Daddy. Pure ecstasy wipes your mind clean, melts into a hot puddle between your legs, Matty’s body warm and grounding against yours.

You smile blithely up at him, scrunching your face when he pulls out. “Wanna paint these pretty tits, angel. You gonna let me?” Eagerly, you nod, arching your back to press your tits up towards him. Your eyes fall to his cock, slick with your arousal and drooling precum as he strokes himself. The column of Matty’s neck stretches beautifully as he throws his head back in pleasure, moaning sweetly. He chokes out your name as he comes, cum splashing across your tits.

“You wanna get one more picture?” you grin, and Matty nods with wide eyes, fumbling for his phone and breathing hard as he photographs you. You start to draw patterns in the mess across your chest, sucking your fingers into your mouth and cleaning his cum off them.

“Such a little cumslut, princess. Love how filthy you are,” Matty murmurs, leaning down to kiss you and moaning quietly at his own taste. There’s a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his demeanour, then, and you catch the moment with both hands.

Smirking a little, you reach up to tug on his hair. “I saw that, Daddy. It’s okay, you got what you needed, can just be my good boy now. I’ll take care of you,” you promise, rolling on top of him and pressing your bodies together. The sticky mess of him smears between your chests, and you kiss him softly. “I’ll let you have whatever you want, Daddy. Just gotta say please.”

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic january 30 - uneven - 983words - cw: nsfw!, spanking, degradation

aka when a haircut gone wrong turns into bending ur husband over the kitchen counter and ****** his ***** until ******* and he ******** *** ***

“It’s uneven.”

“No, it’s not!”

“It’s uneven, James.”

“You– she’s just sitting improperly, her head bent at an angle,” his fiancée replies, in a there you have it way.

Regulus levels him with a flat look, “You’ve cut our daughter bangs and they’re uneven.”

“The hair kept falling into her eyes! It was bothering her,” James’ tone is defensive.

Regulus stares down at the picture on James’ phone, regarding the line of Harrie’s bangs as they fall crookedly over her small forehead, grin as wide and toothy as always, pigtails equally askew. She’s running around in kindergarten like that right now none the wiser.

When he looks up to raise an eyebrow at James this one snatches up his phone and pockets it with a huff, grumbling under his breath.

Behind them the electric kettle clicks, signaling that the water is boiled, so Regulus turns his back to face the shelves in search of a mug and tea bag.

“As if you would’ve done any better.”

An incredulous scoff rips from the back of Regulus’ throat.

It sounds like James is gnashing his teeth when he growls, “What?”

Regulus casually goes about preparing his tea. “Oh, miles, baby.”

James sounds closer when he speaks next, making Regulus shiver, “You’re a brat.”

“Your ego is too big,” Regulus spits back.

“Yeah, well, something’s gotta match the cock.”

There’s a second of still silence where they’re both not moving, disbelieving over if James just actually said that out loud.

Then Regulus head whips around and he fixes the other with a narrow glare. “Excuse me?”

He can see the moment something flips inside James and he decides, wether that be reasoned or not, to just fucking roll with it. “You heard me.”

Regulus feels his face pull into a sneer, “Yes and I’d actually rather impale my eardrums with a toothpick before it happens again.”

Now it’s James’ turn to scoff before he steps closer, “Yeah, like you didn’t moan about it last weekend on date night.”

James cages Regulus against the counter and all he can do is turn his back to him again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Warmth settles over Regulus’ back as James crowds his space, breath hot over the shell of his ear. “Fuck, Jamie,” he whines in imitation of Regulus, “So big, feels so good, ah- yes, yes! Please, harder, ’m gonna—”

Regulus knuckles are turning white against the counter. He’s not sure he’s still breathing.

James nuzzles Regulus’ curls with his nose, hips grazing the swell of his ass, “Begging for it like a slut.”

Regulus gasps sharply, “Merde– shut up.”

Soft lips come down on his neck, spit slick, and Regulus is trembling.

“I love when you’re good for me like that, Reg,” James murmurs breathily, “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

He punctuates the questions by pressing his crotch directly into Regulus’ ass, the grey sweatpants doing nothing to hide the thick line of him.

A moan tumbles out of him involuntarily.

James gives a pleased hum before he sucks on that same spot on Regulus’ neck, “That’s it, baby.”

Mindlessly, Regulus pushes back, arousal shooting through him when James groans softly.

“C’mon, love, I know just how sweet you can be for me.”

It’s a wonder Regulus manages to shake his head.

“Yeah, you are,” James insists, “Doesn’t always have to be only once I fuck you stupid on my fat cock.”

Regulus grits his teeth, “You’re impossible.”

James sighs displeased, a mournful little thing that makes Regulus’ head dizzy, “Fine, the hard way then.”

In one swift movement he pulls Regulus back by the hips, yanks down his own black sweats and spanks him right across one ass cheek.

Regulus is helpless to do anything but cry out in pleasure, the sting seeping through the flesh and concentrating between his legs, making his cock twitch where it bobs heavy in the air.

“Try again,” James says, voice dangerously neutral and massaging his throbbing cheek.

Regulus bites down on his tongue, then presses out, “You’d be lucky to be considered average.”

A chuckle and then another swing, sharper than the first and the sound of it reverberating off their kitchen tiles.

Regulus whimpers a strangled noise which turns into a downright pitiful whine when James roughly spits on his exposed hole.

“Oh, you like that, huh, baby?” James taunts, hooking a thumb into his rim, breaching for a moment just to retreat again.

Traitorously, his hips push back on the finger.

“Aren’t you greedy?” James comments, “I want you to use your words though.”

“James.”

His husband tzks.

Regulus has to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, chin crinkling, lip wobbling, “Please.”

“Please what?”

Another hit when Regulus doesn’t give an answer fast enough, this on right on the crease of his thigh. More spitting, landing carelessly on the meat of his ass and slowly trickling between his cheeks.

It takes a moment for Regulus to realize the sound in the kitchen is his own whine. “More, please.”

James hums above him, leaning over him to kiss at his neck. “Just a little bit more specific, baby. I know you can do it.” He punctuates the demand by teasingly swiping two fingers through the spit and prodding at his entrance but not slipping them in.

Regulus grits out a harsh pant, thighs starting to tremble. His ass stings like a bitch and his cock is throbbing, hard and neglected and all he can think about is that he wants James’ teeth in the nape of his neck. The overwhelming desire to be good and pliant as he gets utterly annihilated.

“Breed me, Jamie.”

His husband curses, voice strangled, and then he proceeds to fuck him so hard Regulus doesn’t know up from down anymore.

They have to call Effie and Monty to pick Harrie up from kindergarten one and a half hours later.

[lexithwrites]

omgggg the slow dancing!!!! they definitely like start comparing childhoods and get into the topic of like ridiculously extravagant birthdays parties they’ve been forced to attend and regulus is like I’ve never danced with anyone before despite knowing how and James is obviously like ‘I have to prove to him how good i am’ but he’s so not prepared for how regulus’ had fits in the curve of his neck or how warm he runs under his hand on his waist. he’s definitely never been close enough to regulus to realise his hair is an inky blue/black and his eyes are grey but speckled with green. and regulus is sweating because james is strong under those shoulders and he smells like coffee and cinnamon and rain.

The way you’ve just described them so perfectly actually left me starstruck YES this is exactly what I was picturing!! Like they’ve slowly overcome their dislike for each other (James made fun of Reg when Sirius started doing it and reg hates him for it but has still had a crush on him bevause he’s self sabotaging lmao) and James slowly falls for him too and they’re in this space of like ‘wait does he like me back?’ And then as the slow dance ends reg gets a text from the guy he’s supposed to go on a date with after work and he’s like ‘oh…I have to go…’

[jillianfahey]

Bad Batch-Afterlife? Tech 1 1/2(AKA Techs view on the situation)

Tech has schedules and plans for everything. If it is new to him he will create a plan and/or schematic for it. However walking up in just his blacks after apparently dying was a situation he had not expected to find himself in. But as he appeared to be in a hallway with his fellow clones it did not seem like that much of a leap that this was an afterlife.

Walking down the hallway he was soon greeted by Crosshair who had been killed on a previous mission. And the two squad mates talked over what to do in the situation. Coming to the conclusion that they needed more data.

Over the coming months their brothers arrived. First Echo, then Wrecker, and finally Hunter making their squad complete. No need to be concerned about new arrivals. But Tech was concerned. He was concerned what would happen to you if you came here.

To prepare for the possibility Tech used his skills to get a t-shirt and sweatpants that would fit you if you ever came. Crosshair kept watch in the less than legal doings but did not say anything with Tech this determined.

A distraction would come with Wrecker and/or Crosshair getting into fights with the regs, but as Echo and then Hunter was there to take care of it Tech was able to quickly return to his analysis of the situation. Making maps of the prison and noting when new arrivals usually came. He was doing this when there was a sudden stir and he looked up expecting to see his squad mates starting something. But no, the crowd parted and he saw, "Y/N?"

You turn to see him, the loose clothing swirling around you and ran to him, "Tech!" He was startled as you hugged him tightly, knocking the air out of him. So startled that he froze and you quickly pulled away from him, "Sorry, I'm just really happy to see you." As you motioned to everything around you, "I just got here."

Knowing the stories of what usually happened to new arrivals he started to scan you, "There appears to be no injury."

His heart melted a little as you smiled, "No, I was just panicking because this is new."

Nodding once, "It does take some getting used to." Seeing you shiver and noting the slight change in your skin color caused by cold, "Let's get you to my Squads apartment."

After you agreed Tech motions the direction the apartment is in and starts walking beside you. He was trying to analyze the possible situations that your arrival might create when he felt your had slip into his. You were shaking and with a start he realized that you were looking to him for comfort. It was not his strong suit but he would certainly try, so he started talking about lunar cycles because facts had always been relaxing to him. It seemed to be the right move because your other hand reached up to rest on his arm while he led the way.

Letting the two of you into the apartment Tech made sure you were in before closing the door behind the two of you. Holding up a hand in a 'wait' gesture before seeing you nod and he went into his room. Once inside he could see the clothes he had gotten for you resting on the deck, still neatly folded. They could be seen anywhere in the room, a silent reminder of his goal to protect and return to you. Picking up the neatly folded t-shirt and sweat pants he returned to where you were sitting on the couch. Holding them out to you, "I thought these would help with the chill."

Looking up you see them stand up before taking them with a smile that made all the work to get them worth it, "Thanks Tech."

Nodding in acceptance he pointed down the hallway, "That's the bathroom." You nod in acknowledgement before going into the bathroom to change and he turns to the kitchen. Setting the water to boil he gets out your favorite tea. Trying not to picture Hunters knowing smile when he asked for it Tech focused on making the tea the way you like it.

After a few minutes he could hear the door open and footsteps approaching him. Focusing on the tea, "I left the other garment in the hamper."

Trying to fight the blush at the thought of you in that short, sleeveless, and partially see-though garment he looked over at you while taking out the tea bag, "Very good." Motioning with his free had to the couch, "Sit down, I'll be with you in a moment." Focusing on the tea again he tried to fight down the emotions that the thought of you in that outfit brought and tried to organize his thoughts with all the information you would need to get through this.

Bringing the two cups of tea over to the couch he hands you one, "Thank you," was your quiet answer and you sipped as he sat in the chair across from you, "This is delicious."

Feeling the need to explain how he was able to make the perfect cup of tea for you, "I thought it would be as I set the water to boil at the perfect temperature and have found that you prefer three to four minutes of the tea seep." Seeing your hands shaking, "Are you alright?"

You take a deep steadying breath, "I am now that with you because I know I'm safe." Gripping the cup tighter, "But when I came here...." Then you tell the story that had been told many times over the past few months. Being shot, apparently dying, before waking up in a strange place.

Studying the tea he gathered his thoughts now that you were finished, "That matches the story everyone is telling." Looking at you again, "There are multiple ways to get a room in this place, most of which have to do with the slavery you left." He could see your face pale so he tried to reassure you, "However if you sleep in the same room as another person it should be enough. For example," motioning to the space you two were in, "if you were to sleep on the couch and I in this chair it should be enough to get you your own space."

Relieved at the slightly shaky smile you gave him, "I can do that." There was a silence and he cursed his need to give the facts and how he scared you. But he was pulled out of it by your face, "What should I know about this place?" Putting his knowledge and experiences from the months here he started telling you a friendly version given your past as a slave. When you fell asleep sitting on the couch he stayed in the chair across from you reading through his data pad, making sure that you were safe as you rested from the changes of the day.

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*Authors note: I am on the autism spectrum and freeze when I am hugged unexpectedly. That's why I had Tech do the same thing in this story. Please be kind.

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Purity

Trans Reg

Black brothers angst

“A picture of purity.” Walburga placed a hand on the small of Regulus’ back, “That’s what we must be, nothing less.” Regulus nodded, even though sweat dripped down his back and the corset she stuck him in was entirely too tight. 

“Of course, Mother.” His voice was flat. If Walburga noticed she paid it no heed.

She flattened her skirt with her other hand before turning to the boys one final time. “Now- Don’t smile.”

“Just stand and look like we’re better than everyone else, right Mother?” Sirius spat the word with enough venom to kill any mother who wasn’t Walburga Black.

She ignored him.

His mother sighed, “Sirius, stand still, or with some magical influence you won’t have a choice.” A certain gleam in her eye told Regulus she would be happy to follow through on that threat. If Sirius noticed it he showed no indication, continuing to fidgeting restlessly. 

Orion placed a hand on his eldest son’s shoulder. Sirius went rigid at the contact.

“Take the photo.” He said, and it was done. A bright flash which stung Regulus’ eyes and left him dazed. 

Orion gestured to the boys, “You are dismissed.” 

Without a second’s hesitation, Sirius grabbed Regulus’ arm and pulled him through the doorway. He didn’t stop until they were laying against his bedroom wall, panting like dogs. 

“You-” Regulus struggled to get enough oxygen, “You didn’t have to- to do that.” He absentmindedly rubbed the spot on his arm where Sirius had dug his claws in.

“Come off it Reggie, you’re not made of porcelain.” His grin reminded Regulus of the Cheshire Cat. He’d recently come across the muggle book and it had piqued his interest. 

“Easy for you to say.” Regulus returned, “At least you can breathe in that suit. Undo these laces for me, will you?” 

Sirius nodded. Regulus leaned forward to allow him better access to the corset. Under any other circumstance his dress would have been beautiful- a deep green silk flowing skirt, with black lace embellishments surrounding every hem and a simple, if tight, bodice. 

Sirius took only a minute with the laces. “Better?” 

He dropped the fabric in a heap on the wooden floor, it blended seamlessly with the skirt Regulus was already swimming in.

“Enormously.” Regulus took his first deep breath in what felt like days. In reality it had been under an hour. He leaned his head on Sirius’ shoulder. “Two days.” 

Sirius wrapped an arm around him, “Two days, Reg, and they won’t be able to hurt you anymore.” 

“Until December.” Regulus Black, ever the pessimist. 

Sirius hesitated. Eventually he sighed, “Until December.” 

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Chapter 11- Clandestine

Ahhhh, I'm so excited for this chapter! I hope you guys like it! CW: dysphoria, transphobia, self-hatred, throwing up because of anxiety, some offensive language because of ignorance, internalized homophobia, mentions of Walburga Black's A+ parenting, discussion of underage bodies but not in a sexual way

He was pretty sure he blacked out for a moment.

It was as if the room was violently zooming in and out as his heartbeat quickened and his pulse thrummed erratically. Every feeling and symptom he’d ever experienced with regards to his body seemed to suddenly appear a hundredfold- goosebumps breaking out over his back, neck, forearms, and thighs. Nausea causing his stomach to roll and coil. Cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He registered, in the background, both Evan and Dorcas coaxing Barty from the bathroom as he whipped around to be sick in the toilet, the pain of it causing him to moan pathetically.

He felt exposed.

It was the most disconcerting feeling of being horribly on display- like an animal in a cage.

He felt caught.

Like he’d been doing something wrong or illegal or repulsive.

He felt like he needed to fight.

Like he needed to find Barty, to threaten him, to stop him from telling his secret. From ruining everything. He’d worked so hard…

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, half-collapsed over the toilet, gasping a bit and trying to collect himself, deciding what the best course of action was. Why was he so affected by this? Dorcas, Remus, and Pandora had all discovered his secret before this. He’d never felt so…

But it was Barty’s reaction. The disgust on his face. It brought back all of the self-hatred that Regulus barely kept at bay, barely fought to defend himself from daily. The fear of being hurt. Of…retribution. What if Barty told?

He could picture it: the whole school, staring at him with disgust and revulsion, yelling like Walburga did, throwing punches and jeering.

He barely tipped his chin over the edge of the toilet before he was sick again.

And dammit, he’d been doing well, for a minute, there. He’d felt so safe at Hogwarts. It would all be gone.

Then, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Reg, open the door or I’ll blast it off the hinges,” came the gentle voice of Pandora.

Regulus groaned and murmured, “S’open.” It was no use to argue with her, he knew.

She opened the door and took in the sight of Regulus in a little heap on the tile and gracefully folded herself on the floor next to him; as if they did this every day. “The floor isn’t comfortable,” she commented vaguely.

“I didn’t choose it for comfort-based reasons,” Regulus retorted, finally pulling back from the toilet and facing her. He then realized he was still shirtless, and another wave of nausea hit him. “I need a shirt,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around himself. “And…” he gestured weakly to the binder he’d dropped on the ground earlier.

“I can help you if you like?” Pandora offered, again as if she was offering him a piece of gum.

She’d helped him before, but not during a time he’d felt so…raw. Terrified. “Alright,” he nodded, not meeting her eyes.

They were silent as they stood and she turned away, giving Regulus privacy to pull off the old binder and put on the new one. With a murmur of permission, Regulus allowed Pandora to turn around and help him zip the zippers. She then exited the bathroom for a moment, returning with a shirt. “They’re not out there,” she commented as she buttoned the buttons for him- his hands were still shaking.

Regulus just continued to avoid her gaze.

“We’re going to talk about it.”

He raised an eyebrow at her shoes.

“Evan’s not mad.”

“It’s not Evan I’m worried about,” Regulus bit out, finally meeting her eyes.

Pandora’s wide eyes were soft, filled with sympathy and pity.

Regulus felt a surge of anger. He wanted to yell. Scream. Destroy something. He hated that his friends pitied him. Saw him like this. Needed to help him. Why was this his life?

“Talk to me…” Pandora almost begged, probably sensing Regulus’s inner turmoil.

“I hate this,” Regulus said flatly, horrified by the prickle in the back of his eyes. “I hate….this,” he repeated, gesturing to his body.

Pandora grabbed his hand and squeezed it, but didn’t push him to say more. Instead, she just guided him to his bed and asked him to read to her for a bit while she held his head in her lap and stroked his hair lightly.

-

They took about twenty minutes to sit in Regulus’s room after that, to allow Regulus to settle. During that time, he and Pandora mostly read. He turned the rock he still kept in his pocket over in his hand and smoothed his thumb over the surface, trying to just breathe. Trying, for a moment, to feel safe.

He was thankful that Pandora hadn’t suggested going to class, and even more thankful that she hadn’t made him talk more.

As he calmed, he decided if Barty was uncomfortable with him, he would offer to room by himself. It had been offered as an option when he’d first started school but he’d refused, enjoying the validation of rooming with other boys. Of feeling normal. But now?

He only hoped that Barty (and Evan) would agree to keep his secret in exchange for him moving out. But…what if they didn’t?

He was unable to finish that thought because he was interrupted by a knock. Pandora, apparently, had the right to allow people in Regulus’s room because she yelled, “C’mon in!” without even asking who it was. Regulus shot her an annoyed look, but she just continued to play with his curls.

Then, Dorcas bodily shoved Barty into the room, causing Regulus to sit straight up in bed and eye the other boy warily. Evan followed the other two, looking like he’d rather be about anywhere else.

“Right. We’re going to leave the three of you boys to talk this out,” Dorcas said pointedly with a glare at Barty. “We’ll be sitting in the Common Room if you need us.”

Pandora looked at Regulus for confirmation, who looked to Barty with a raised eyebrow. A silent I’ll behave if you do. Barty nodded once, jerkily, so Regulus nodded, too.

Pandora then hopped off the bed, leaving a quick kiss on Regulus’s forehead, and followed Dorcas out, slamming the door with a thud.

Silence.

Awkward shuffling.

Both Barty and Evan staring at the ground.

Regulus fought the fight-or-flight urge in his body, but eventually it won out. He kept picturing the whole school. The stares. The-

“Alright, then,” Regulus murmured coldly. “If…if that’s how it’s going to be. I’ll ask Slughorn to move out. But if either of you tell…”

Evan looked up, confused. “What?”

Barty seemed to understand the edge in Regulus’s voice right away, though. “Are you…threatening us?” He asked, looking almost amused.

Regulus squared his shoulders. “Do I need to?”

They stared at each other as Evan looked on, all three of them waiting for one to break. Someone to yell “just kidding!”

Someone to cast the first spell.

But then Barty sat on his bed, chuckling. “I’m not going to tell anyone, Black. But I could take you in a duel. Easy.”

Regulus resisted the urge to rise to the bait. “That’s one opinion. But you’re not going to tell?”

“No. And you don’t need to move out.”

“I don’t?” Regulus repeated.

“Not unless you want to,” Barty shrugged.

Regulus took a deep breath, and sat back against his pillows. He tried to hold back the anger that bubbled to the surface, probably caused by the adrenaline coursing through his body. “Why? Why would you want to live with someone as repulsive as me?”

“I don’t think-”

“I saw how you looked at me,” Regulus murmured, eyes narrowing.

Barty took a breath, exchanging a look with Evan before muttering. “I didn’t– I don’t– I didn’t know what you were doing or what the fuck you were, and–”

“What I am?” Regulus repeated, incredulously. “I’m not a different species, Crouch, I–”

“He didn’t mean it like that, Reg, you know that,” Evan spoke for the first time, his voice low and placating.

Regulus paused, looking from Evan to Barty.

And Barty looked…confused. A bit terrified. Nervous, and quite out of his element.

Regulus took a deep breath, and reminded himself: This was the same Barty who he’d lived with for a year and a half. Barty was sarcastic and crass and blunt. And a bit of an idiot.

“You didn’t know. You’ve never heard of…” Regulus spoke his realization out loud.

“Nah…You think my father would teach me about that stuff? Imagine if I told him I wanted to be a girl? The disappointment alone would kill him,” Barty said with a wry smirk and a shrug.

“If you wanted to be, we’d help you,” Regulus said without thinking. He remembered back three years ago, when Sirius told him about Gideon. The relief. “We’d figure it out.”

“I’m cool being a bloke,” Barty responded with a small quirk of his lips. “I mean if you’re doing so much to be a bloke, too, it must be the better option.”

Evan chuckled a bit at that.

Regulus contemplated all of this for a minute, but he couldn’t get the image of Barty’s expression out of his head. “You looked…disgusted,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Barty winced. “Well, how would you feel if you found your roommate in the bathroom wearing what you thought was a bra? I didn’t know why you had it or...whose it was! I mean, mate, I was a little scared, yeah!”

“Sometimes boys wear bras!” Evan piped up, now laying on his bed, looking a bit more relaxed. “Pandora told me sometimes blokes dress up like girls for fun. People pay them to do it. It’s called dragging, I think?”

Barty’s forehead wrinkled as he thought about that. “Like a drag from a cigarette? Where does the cigarette come in?”

“Don’t know, do I? I’m just saying, that’s what Pandora told me! So if Reg was wearing a real bra, that would be okay, too!” Evan said a bit defensively.

Regulus felt a prickle of discomfort. “It’s not a bra, you know.”

“Yeah, Cas told us. She said it helps with…” Evan started, but trailed off, seemingly unable to find the right words, but his eyes flickered towards Regulus’s chest.

“Does it really get rid of your tits?” Barty finished for him, unable to stop himself from blurting you.

Regulus snorted. Trust Barty to be blunt. “It flattens them, yeah.”

And both boys nodded, looking a bit impressed.

-

“What if they want to know more details?” Regulus whispered to Remus as they sat in the library, after updating him on what had occurred.

Remus shrugged. “Why should they? What does it matter to them what’s under your clothes? It’s not like you asked for the details on what’s in their pants.”

Regulus contemplated that for a long time.

-

“Wait, do you sit when you pee?”

“Barty.”

“What? S’a fair question.”

“Stop thinking about how I pee. That’s disgusting.”

“But do you have a-”

“Do you?”

“But I’m just wondering if you have a-”

“Ask Cas to give you the talk again, Barty. I’m not talking about my bits with you.”

“What if I told you how long my dick is?”

“Do your fucking homework.”

-

Things settled somewhat quickly in the dorm, and Barty and Evan seemed to accept that Regulus was unwilling to share the more-personal details with them. Awkwardly and over many days, he was able to explain the logistics- that he wore a binder, what it was for, and that his body functioned similar to Dorcas or Pandora’s. However, he reminded them that he did not want to know about how their specific bodily functions worked, so they would not be learning about his. They accepted this easily enough.

One night, though, as they were readying for bed, Barty gave Regulus a strange, dawning look of realization.

“Oh. That’s why you always sleep with so many clothes on,” he said, sounding shocked.

Regulus looked up from the book he was reading. “Erm…yeah. I usually wear layers. Hides things,” he explained with a shrug.

Evan and Barty exchanged a look. “I hate sleeping in a shirt,” Barty said, almost to himself.

Regulus, who had never slept shirtless, only shrugged.

“I mean…I’m guessing you don’t want us to see, but…you could close your curtains. We won’t open them. Promise,” Barty again spoke, also with a shrug. Evan nodded.

It was the genuine sentiment of the assurance that made Regulus feel almost warm for a moment. The fact that Barty wanted him to feel comfortable to do something that boys tended to do. The way they weren’t judging him, and were making sure he knew they wouldn’t push or violate his privacy, even though they were both known for trampling over boundaries in the past by jumping on each other or occasionally Regulus in the mornings, just to piss each other off. They realized that this was important.

“Thanks,” Regulus murmured, trying not to show how much it meant to him.

Hi guys! So I meant to put something Christmassy in here too, but I decided to split the chapter. So that'll be next update. Also, guess what? It's my birthday. So you should leave extra love :D

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Word Prompt

Word: Sip WIP: Partners Timeline: pre-trilogy CW: I should make it clear that the ages of Ben and Reagan in this piece are 17 and 21 respectively. This takes place in New York, 1942, where and when the legal drinking age was 18. I don’t think I have to spell it out for you but there are situations here which some readers may find uncomfortable due to all of the factors mentioned. Word Count: 1,593 Additional Notes: This is, in fact, the first time I have ever written this incident. It’s been referenced a bunch of times through the trilogy and shit but this is the first time I’ve actually written it, so that’s an experience for me isn’t it lmao

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Ben gripped the glass in a sweaty hand, nervous eyes passing over every patron of the bar as if they would see him and immediately clock the fact that something was up. He brought the beer to his lips and practically inhaled the head, filling his whole mouth with just far too much of the bitter liquid, his throat squeaking with the effort of trying not to spray it everywhere and blow his cover.

Reagan swiveled on his stool, his face an instant picture of concern. "Hey," he said, taking Ben's wrist and lowering the glass to the counter. "You gotta sip it, Benny. Sip it—for fuck's sake, kid, what the hell was that…?"

Shaking his head, Ben swallowed as much of the beer as he could before squeezing Reagan's arm and breathing deep to compensate for the lack of oxygen and the bubbles exploding on his tongue. "I dunno if I can do this, Reg, that was fuckin' horrible."

"Okay." Reagan placed a calm hand on Ben's shoulder. "That's alright. You wanna head out? I can order you somethin' else."

"Gimme that..." Ben reached over to Reagan's tumbler, sloshing the amber liquid around before downing the entire shot in one go. "It's your—oh, this is gonna hurt, ain't it..."

Reagan watched the full-body cringe all but de-seat him entirely as the whiskey ran a trail of fire down his throat. "It's my birthday, yeah, but I think I'll pass on killing you to celebrate it this year."

"It's fine." Ben dabbed his tongue with the napkin that came with his pint and coughed as discreetly as he could muster. "I just wish someone coulda told me I needed twenty years of drinking experience for this," he added, throwing Reagan a very pointed glare.

Reagan grimaced, amused. "Well…the minimum age is eighteen for a reason."

"Forget it; just get me another one of those." Ben gestured to the tumbler. "This was your idea anyhow."

Holding up two fingers for the bartender, Reagan let out a gentle hum. "If I'd known you weren't gonna be able to handle it, I would've just said to stay home tonight."

"Look." Ben suppressed a burp and glanced around at the other occupants of the establishment and lowered his voice so as not to draw attention. "You must be out of your god damn mind. This could be the last one we get to spend together—"

"Ben."

"No, listen. You keep talkin' about moving into a place with Carolyn once I'm eighteen and…we both know..." He trailed off once the glasses of brand-new whiskey were set in front of them. "We need to make this special, that's all. You never know."

Reagan hesitated before taking his glass in hand and holding it out to Ben. "You are…absolutely right."

Ben clinked his glass against Reagan's. "To you."

"There is no me without thee," Reagan corrected, and he downed the whiskey right alongside Ben, who pounded a fist on the counter right as the alcohol hit his taste buds. "Big boy, now."

Ben released a very low, slightly less pained growl and cleared his throat. "Yep. Yep. Keep 'em comin'."

Reagan flashed a charming smile at the bartender and somewhat sheepishly gestured for refills. "Pace yourself. The idea is to keep the shit down."

An hour crawled through the bar and despite taking it easy after his third whiskey, Ben found himself later nursing a sweating glass of water, holding his head up on the counter with a hand and grinning stupidly at Reagan, who watched him like a hawk over the rim of his own final whiskey.

"So how's it feel bein' twenty-one," Ben slurred, all giddy. "Any better'n twenty?

Reagan exhaled smoke from the cigarette between his fingers almost without blinking. "So far…not by much."

Their knees had interlocked somehow over the course of the hour. Ben draped his leg over Reagan's knee and knocked his own into the underside of the counter, though he didn't feel it. "Wanna get out of here?"

Reagan's hold on his glass tightened imperceptibly and he took one last drag of the cigarette before calmly tamping it out in an ashtray. "I could hail us a cab, yeah. You wanna go?"

Ben nodded.

Reagan counted out a handful of bills to leave for the bartender before hauling Ben off the stool and through the front door, where the dampness of the night and the sounds of the city slammed into both of them in two separate ways. With a firm grip on Ben's arm, Reagan steered them to the corner of the street and craned his neck to watch for cabs.

"Fuck," Ben grunted, leaning into Reagan with a frown. "It's hot!"

"It's the middle of August. Where we goin'?"

"I don't..." Ben paused, Reagan's shoulder pressed into his chest. "I don't wanna go home."

Reagan turned his face to him. "You don't wanna go home?"

"I just…I don't want this to be over. I love Carolyn…an' I love you…but..." He swallowed as his pulse jumped in his veins. "Sometimes comin' home is…a bit like gettin' a knuckle in the tooth, y'know." He rested an elbow on Reagan's shoulder. "I want you to myself sometimes. Y'ever jus' want someone to yourself sometimes…?"

"Where we goin', baby?" Reagan murmured, gaze darting from one end of the dark street to the other.

The tone of his voice sent a shiver directly down Ben's spine and over his skin but he was in no headspace to place why. "It doesn't even fuckin' matter, does it? We gotta go home eventually, it doesn't even fucking matter."

"Shh shh shh…" Reagan took hold of Ben's arms and backed him into the wall under the more severe shadows. "Hey, settle down, we've got time. It ain't even midnight yet."

Ben used the wall as support and his head lolled against the brick, surrendering to the pressure of Reagan's hands rubbing his arms. He looked him as straight in the eye as he could with what felt like eighty-two liters of alcohol sloshing around his skull and the world threatening to upend itself. "I'm gettin' overemotional again."

"'Sokay," Reagan assured him, brushing a palm over his cheek. "You know I wouldn't have you any other way."

Unexpected to both of them, Ben threw his arms around Reagan. He reciprocated the embrace, smoothing his hands up Ben's back, and Ben screwed his eyes shut and curled his fingers into Reagan's soft hair, willing his eyes to stay shut when Reagan breathed into his ear a little short and cupped his jaw and tilted his face toward him. He felt the brick against his back again, a fistful of Reagan's shirt, and a mouth…on his mouth...

Alcohol. A lot of it. Tobacco. A soothing swipe of a tongue. Knees buckling. Strong grip on either side of his head. His heart slamming into his ribcage, screaming at the top of its lungs about how in sync he was right now, how his entire frame hummed with unadulterated ecstasy and the grin stretching across Reagan's preoccupied, surprisingly soft lips, and—

Oh.

No no.

Ben jumped fast into lucidity and he struck Reagan across the face with a half-open fist and most of his strength, not displacing him much save for the sharp whip of his head to his right. The smack of it all echoed down the alley and the world felt like it stopped on its axis and Ben's eyes became huge in his head.

Reagan stood stunned for all of three seconds before grinning wide and assessing his jaw with his fingers. A chuckle bubbled up from an unknown depth of his chest.

Something unnecessary happened within Ben upon nearly grasping what had just transpired. He couldn't catch a breath, his knuckles stung, and his lips and whole damn self tingled like pins and needles. Sweat gathered at the base of his throat that had nothing to do with the heat of mid-August. There settled only shock in his system, only amazement that Reagan had summoned the courage to do what he'd simultaneously feared and dreamed he had the capacity to do, and he was terrified and desperate for more.

"Okay," Reagan said, taking a couple of steps away instead of reading his mind. "You still wanna go somewhere else?"

It took a minute for Ben to come back into himself enough to realize that Reagan was acting like nothing had just happened. Unable to argue or inquire, Ben merely shook his head.

Reagan jogged to the corner again and flagged down a cab. They made it home in distinct silence. Somehow, nothing had happened. They were home, and it was what Ben didn't want before nothing had happened and then he wanted nothing else but to be home.

But Carolyn greeted Reagan at the door with a kiss on the cheek. She tutted in disapproval at the stench of booze on them but didn't give them too much grief. It was Reagan's birthday, after all. Ben wanted to brag, to rub it in her face, but how could he when nothing had happened? Reagan let Carolyn take his hand and she said goodnight to Ben and he wanted to wrench their hands apart but how could he when nothing had happened? Carolyn led Reagan to their room to sleep off the night. Nothing had happened.

Reagan made eye contact with Ben and smiled before disappearing into the master bedroom.

"G'night, Benny."

So Ben stood in the living room alone, fevered, very drunk, and wishing Carolyn was dead for nineteen whole minutes.

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Regulus Black x fem! Reader

Summary: your boyfriend Regulus invited you over to spend winter holidays at Grimmauld Place, and that’s how you guys like to spend your free from school time together

Warnings: NSFW, established relationship, booty slapping like once, unprotected sex, creampie, slight teasing, cocky Reg, brief mention of Sirius

Wanton moans slip past your lips mixed with your ragged breathing; you tip your head backwards, squeezing your eyes shut, trying your best to ignore the stinging pain in your tired muscles, instead concentrating on the pleasure caused by your boyfriend’s cock wrecking your insides

It’s hot, almost unbearably, and you wander whether it’s the scorching heat of the sun (which is highly unlikely, considering it was the end of December) or just your own body feeling all flushed and hot, small drop of sweat making its way down your back, ticking your skin there

You peek down through half-open eyelids, a picture before you is nothing less than stunning. There lays your boyfriend - Regulus Black - caged in-between your legs; soft lips parted enticingly, pink tongue runs over them occasionally, as if teasing. Dark bouncy curls fall down on his clammy forehead, sticking to the pale skin, his grey eyes watching you ravenously, relishing in the sight of your tits bouncing mesmerizingly every time you snapped your hips against his

It’s not a new position for you, you’ve ridden him multiple times before, but it never lasted for so long. The movements of your hips come to a halt as you sit on top of Regulus’ pelvis, his cock fully buried inside your tight cunt. Your hands find his on the curves of your waist, squeezing his knuckles softly. Your sheepish eyes meet his intent gaze; he frowns, clearly disgruntled by your sudden pause

- ‘m tired, - you whine pitifully, eyebrows furrowed and lips forming into a pout, looking at Regulus so pleadingly, only causing a smug grin to grow bigger and bigger on his handsome face

- Uh-huh, pretty girl. It’s always me who does all the work, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair? - he inquires teasingly, cocking one elegant brow as big hands grip on the curves of your hips tighter, encouraging you to keep on moving

You groan exasperatedly, proceeding to rock your hips with the help of Regulus’ hands leading you, impaling yourself on his throbbing length. You slightly reposition yourself, placing both of your hands on boy’s chest, putting some of your weight on them, which makes it a bit easier to move

- Atta girl, just like that, - Regulus tuts, clearly enjoying the view. One of his hands leaves your hip just to give a light smack to your butt, soothing sore skin immediately after, rubbing it softly with his warm fingers. You mewl in response, soft walls clench around Regulus at the sudden impact, eliciting a quiet moan from young Black and god, that’s the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life

You feel your orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach, your breathing fastens and despite all the tiredness and soreness in your muscles you keep on going, impaling your pussy even harder on Regulus’ cock than before. You feel him tense up underneath you, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, giving you the idea that he was close too

Regulus stops your movements with a firm grip on your hips, securing your body above his as he starts thrusting his hips up into you on a brutal pace, making your eyes roll back into your skull as intense pleasure suffuses you. Your weak legs start to tremble ferociously and you barely manage to grip on the carved headboard of his bed so as to not crash clumsily on top of black-haired boy

You can’t suppress all the lecherous moans and whimpers tearing through your lungs; you barely manage to let out any kind of coherence, babbling out a strings of please’s and don’t stop’s

- Fucking hell, baby, I’m almost there, - he rasps hoarsely, you nod frantically in response, gripping harder on the wooden headboard

Regulus’ hips snap up into yours with a loud smacking sounds that echo off the walls of his room, probably alerting the whole Grimmauld place, but none of you could care less

His pace becomes sloppy and erratic, forcing his cock in and out of your drenched pussy, chasing his own release in a claws of your velvety walls. It takes just a few more harsh thrusts from Regulus to push you over the edge; it feels like white-hot pleasure surges up every nerve in your body, setting your whole being ablaze, mind-numbing pleasure so intense it almost knocks you out

You feel Regulus stilling beneath you and the very next moment his hot cum paints the insides of your pussy white, claiming you once again as his and his only. He makes a few more weak thrusts before pulling out, watching his own semen spilling out of your wrecked hole, dribbling down onto his pubic and lower stomach

Your legs finally give away and you crash on top of Regulus, sore muscles tremble from both exhaustion and aftermaths of your recent orgasm. You bury your face in the crook between Black’s neck and shoulder, feeling his chest raising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath too

You feel his warm hand resting on the small of your back, calloused from endless quidditch trainings fingers rub soothing circles on the soft skin. You only have strength to nuzzle deeper into Regulus’ neck, whole body feeling extremely weak and wobbly, mind filled with white noise

- You alright, bub? - he asks quietly, voice low and lingering with worry. You only manage to let out small “Uh-huh”, feeling his chest shaking under yours as he chuckles

Regulus wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace, turning his head to the side and leaving chaste kiss on your temple. You can hear Sirius’ distant shouting, barely distinguishing things like “perverts” and “fucking rabbits”. Regulus shouts something bitter in reply but you’re feeling way too drowsy to get in the meaning of his words, falling in a deep slumber not so long after, soothed by the comforting warmth of your boyfriend’s body and his strong hands tenderly caressing and massaging your back

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[harrypotter-imaginess]

James

- Buys you gifts

- At first it was something flashy he thought you might like, like an expensive watch or a relic like a time turner

- “Where did you even find this?”

- James shrugs

- “Knicked it from my dad.”

- But as time went on, he gets a little more intuitive

- He gives you things still, but they’re things you actually need

- Salve for your hands when you’ve written too much and there’s burning calluses ebbing on them

- An advanced copy of a book you were waiting for

- One of his cardigans when he notices yours is looking a little thin

- He just loves that smile you get when you see them

- It’s like you’re glowing

Sirius

- He’ll shift into a dog and let you cuddle with him when you’re having a bad day

- Your dorm mates have more than once found you and a very large black dog asleep next to you

- “Where did you find that thing?”

- Cue the internal screaming

- “I saw the poor thing shivering outside and I just couldn’t help myself, I mean - look at his eyes.”

- You put your arm around Sirius’ mane and you both give your dorm mates your most convincing puppy dog eyes

- They finally relent

- “What’s its name?”

- Cue more internal sweating

- “Uhhh Pongo?”

- Sirius doesn’t let you live it down

Remus

- Takes pictures of you

- And some of them are on polaroids and you pose for them

- But Remus also takes pictures of you when you’re not looking.

- And those are his favorite

- He keeps each and every one

- His favorites he keeps carefully in an album aside flowers he pressed himself

- “Moony, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever known”

- You press kisses all over his face until he starts laughing

Regulus

- He writes you love letters and signs them all ‘your secret admirer’

- You roll your eyes you know it’s him, you’ve been dating for a while you don’t know why he’s acting so shy

- Still you won’t lie, his letters give you a rush of joy

- And the scent that lingers on them- his scent- makes you feel so dizzy with happiness you almost feel drunk

- Eventually you start writing letters back to your “secret admirer”

- Making sure the smell of your perfume lingers on each one

- “What’s the matter Reg you look a little red, you’re not sick are you?” You ask grinning

- “No I-“ he clears his throat

- “I’m fine”

A/N: if you want a REAL love letter from Regulus order one from my Etsy store here ;)

or directly from my blog as well :)

[chronomally]

[sunjaesol]

and all i've seen is green eyes and freckles and your smile

juke | childhood friends to lovers | title: everything has changed // taylor swift

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"Hey! Can I make pies with you?" A voice chirps.

Luke looks up from his serious work, sweat building on his forehead, and meets the eyes of a girl from his classroom. She's Julie, he thinks, though it could also be Flynn or Thea or Penny. They all sit together.

"It's chocolate," he explains, digging his fingers in the mud. "Do you like chocolate?"

"I love chocolate!" she yells, collapsing in the sandbox beside him and tucking her cloud of curls behind her ears.

Their jeans are stained and their elbows are scratched, but by the end of recess, they've baked about a dozen different cakes and have 'tried' a few as well.

"My mom makes the best cakes," she babbles as the bell rings, the two sauntering to the spot Miss Bloom would be waiting. "Like, real cakes, and I help her."

"That's cool." He stuffs his tiny hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I like cake too. My mom doesn't make it though."

"Then how do you know you like cake?"

"We buy it from the store, duh!" he laughs. "My favourite's confetti cake."

She hums in agreement. "I like peanut butter cherry a lot."

He gawks. "Whoa! That sounds crazy!"

"Do you wanna try a slice sometime?"

They go to stand in line with the other kids of their class, Miss Bloom counting their heads.

"Sure!"

—

The class goes to the zoo the next week, and Luke and Julie stick together as newly formed best friends. She holds his hand when he's scared of the zebras, and he helps her stand a little higher on the gate to get a better look at the llamas.

She, Flynn and Luke make the biggest collage of pictures and drawings the class had ever seen.

She feigns reading his hand and tells him his future is bright, a word that sticks with him and starts using for the rest of year.

She also tells him they'll be best friends forever and it gains her the biggest hug in the world.

Second grade ends and all of her friends go to her house to eat peanut butter cherry pie and listen to music in the garden as they play games.

She links pinkies with Luke at the end of night. "Friends forever?"

He grins, missing a front tooth. "Forever and more!"

—

"Reggie's parents are fighting," Luke quips, both of them upside down on the monkey bars.

Julie looks at him. His face is turning red. She wonders if she looks the same right now. "Fighting? Like, yelling ?"

"I don't know." He tries to shrug but his arms just flop around. "He just says they're fighting. Maybe they'll get a DJ."

Her nose curls up. "A DJ?"

"A DJ... like when moms and dads aren't together anymore."

She giggles. "A divorce, silly!"

Alex and Reggie trudge to their spot on the playground and mount themselves on the monkey bars.

"What are we taking about?" Reggie asks.

Alex pouts. "I don't wanna go upside down. What if I fall?"

"I've fallen and I'm still alive," Luke counters.

Alex shrugs and sits on the bars, but doesn't drop upside down. He can still listen like this.

"About your parents," Julie says, "about fighting."

Reggie makes a face. "I just don't like it. Like, I'm loud, but they're loud!"

Luke makes a noise of excitement, not unlike a strangled animal. He puffs, hoisting himself up. The rest follows and suddenly Alex isn't alone.

"Let's do a sleepover!" he exclaims. "My house!"

Everyone hollers and agrees. Julie raises her hand. "Can Flynn come too?"

"Why?"

"Because Flynn is fun and my best friend too!"

Alex smiles. "I like her too."

Reggie wiggles his brows. "Like like?"

"Ew, no!"

"So?" Julie stresses, looking at Luke.

He shrugs. "Sure. She can come too."

—

They're ten when Luke yells, "Ew, no, I don't like Julie!"

The girl in question who had been making their way to the group of boys, ready to ask Luke, Alex and Reg to play, balks at his exclaim. He doesn't like her? But they're best friends!

Hurt and offended, she stomps the last few meters and yells his name.

"Luke!"

He turns around in surprise. "Jules!"

"What do you mean you don't like me?!"

All the boys start laughing and snickering, muffling their mouths or blatantly pointing at her. She crosses her arms. Boys are so stupid!

"I don't!" he rushes.

"WHAT?!"

"I don't like like you," he clarifies, annoyed by the boys.

She stops for a moment. "Well, duh."

"Ya see," Luke grins, "Julie and I are just tight, okay?"

Bobby shrugs. "Whatever. You're still a sissy for being best friends with a girl!"

Anger floods her senses once more and she makes a consecutive decision right then and there. Pounding forward, she takes a resolute turn to Bobby and then slams her foot on his.

He yelps in agony, grabbing his foot and falling on the ground.

"That's what you get!" she yells.

"Yeah!" Luke and Reggie exclaim.

"Uh, guys—" Alex stutters.

They turn around to an angry mister Trent. Great, she thinks, now she's getting the blame for what Bobby started!

At least Luke doesn't like like her. That would've been a disaster.

(She gets detention, but it's worth it. Bobby stops bothering her.)

—

(But then Luke steals her first kiss that summer when they're by the pool playing truth or dare because Kayla wants to be adventurous. She's been obsessed with the idea of kissing and pushes Luke and Julie to do it.

It's brief, light as a feather and kind of weird, but she doesn't hate it.

His face turns bright as a cherry and she's kind of embarrassed for a day, but then they're cool and just don't talk about it.)

—

Reggie's parents divorce when they're in the sixth grade and they hold many more sleepovers. 

—

"Don't move," Julie orders, carefully putting toothpaste on his pimple, "it's gonna work, I promise."

Luke groans. "You promise? It's HUGE!"

"It really isn't," she lies, because it's probably as big as the Kilimanjaro.

"I wanted to be cool on the first day of middle school and now I have a pimple," he whines, falling back on her bed when she's done.

Capping her toothpaste, she shrugs. "You're cool... just with a pimple. We're still biking together, right?"

"Of course!"

—

She feels the first prick of jealousy when Luke is dubbed 'the cutest boy of seventh grade' and all the girls start swarming him or asking her what he likes.

Well, he likes rock music and poking snails and her mom's pies. Does that help them make Luke their boyfriend? She doesn't think so!

"They're stealing my friend!" Julie grumbles to Flynn as they're both watching Thea make a move, or whatever that means.

"Luke isn't gonna stop being your friend," Flynn reassures. "But boys are dumb. So, I don't know."

Luke feels his first hit of jealousy at the eighth grade spring fling dance when he sees Nick asking Julie to dance during some sappy Ed Sheeran song. He thinks she'll say no, but to his baffled surprise, she says yes! To Nick! Why would anyone want to dance with Nick?! Luke swears the kid eats his own boogers.

"Why is she dancing with Nick and not with me?" he nags, standing beside Alex and Reggie as they're hoarding food.

Reggie grins. "Jealous?"

"Uh, no!"

"Sure."

—

It kind of gets awkward after that.

In the summer between eighth and ninth — aka, the start of freaking high school! — they both undergo major bouts of puberty.

Luke gets a growth spurt and constantly has aching knees, Julie graduates from a training bra to an actual bra because she suddenly has boobs and she's scared it'll change things.

Now, she also looks different from the guys. They'll still like her, right?

Julie swaps her glasses for contact lenses since it's easier and Luke buys his first guitar from mowing lawns all summer long.

Because of that, he lost a lot of his baby fat.

Suddenly, her best friend is kind of… attractive.

—

Luke gets his first girlfriend in freshman year and it isn't Julie and she hates how it comes as a surprise to her that… well… it isn't her. It's Thea, of all people. Guess that one move she made in seventh grade paid off.

According to Luke, they go on dates to the movies sometimes, or hang out at the skatepark, and kiss when no one's looking.

"I've kissed plenty of girls," Reggie boasts, noting his Bible summer camp experience. "Catch up, Luke."

"Me and Thea kiss a ton!" he exclaims, but it doesn't sound convincing. "Like, a lot!"

Alex and Julie share a disgusted look from across the cafeteria table. He came out as gay this year to them and Julie doesn't like girls, so these conversations are useless to them.

"Can we talk about something else?" she whines. "This is boring!"

Luke shrugs. "Pearl Jam brought out a new album."

The one statement diverts the conversation completely, much to her enjoyment, until Thea walks to their table and steals Luke from them.

Julie sees red.

Alex asks her if she likes Luke during a quiet moment.

"No," she mutters. "Not like that."

"Okay."

"You don't believe me?"

"No... not really."

—

They break up after three months and right then, Julie and Nick get together. He's sweet and kind and smart and cute and when he kisses her, he's soft and careful. She likes it. She feels safe around Nick.

He teaches her a bit of lacrosse, she teaches him how to make empanadas.

It's clear Luke doesn't like him though.

"He's so boring, Julie," he says. "I don't know what you see in him."

"What did you see in Thea?" she challenges him.

"She was cute," he shrugs, "and nice. And she's a good kisser."

She smiles, victorious, and crosses her arms. "There you go. Your explanation."

His face sours. "I don't believe he's a good kisser."

"Want to try for yourself?"

He rolls his eyes. "No. Whatever. Have fun on that date of yours," he mutters the last, grabbing his shoes and walking out her bedroom.

She's angry and distracted during the entire date and she hates herself for realising weeks later that Luke was right. Nick is boring.

Sweet, but boring.

She breaks up with him after three months — as long as Luke and Thea were together — and suddenly she understands why Luke behaved the way he did.

Why she behaved the way she did.

They're playing truth or dare in someone's basement at a birthday party, all carefully drinking from a can of cheap beer, when Carrie dares Luke to kiss Julie.

He kisses her… and then they keep kissing.

The group hollers when they don't separate after three seconds and go insane when his hand slips up her cheek and it prolongs to ten.

Their faces are red and awed when they pull back and the others in the circle look like they've won the Olympics.

"Talk?" Luke rasps.

"Yes."

He grabs her hand and pulls her out the circle, everyone ooh-ing and ah-ing, thinking they're gonna do something scandalous. They find themselves in an empty hallway. Luke lets go of her hand and starts nervously scratching at his neck.

"So, uh, that kiss, uh—"

"I liked it," she blurts. It's the biggest risk of her life, but she takes it anyway. "What, uh, did you think?"

"Yeah!" He rushes forward, sudden surge of excitement. "Yeah, I liked— I really liked it. I- I wanna kiss you again."

She smiles. "You do?"

He blushes. "Yeah."

"Okay," she giggles.

And then he's right there, cradling her cheeks while she's holding onto the hem of his t-shirt and it's sweet and warm and way different than when she kissed Nick. It's more.

She really likes him. She really really really likes Luke to an insane degree.

They talk and share little kisses on the couch for the entire night, giddy and dopey. Her heart is bursting! It may be one of the best moments of her young life.

—

"Hey," he grins, kissing her square on the lips as he meets her by her locker. 

It's the start of senior year. Only a few more months until freedom and the beginning and end of milestones, but Luke's a constant. 

To her, he'll be a constant forever. 

"Hey," she smiles, grabbing his hand. "Ready to go?" 

"Ready when you are."

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@blush-and-books​ @bluefirewrites​ @unsaid-emily​ @willexx​ @pink-flame​ @constantly-singing​ @ourstarscollided​

[drowsy-writer]

Snadgers and Casts — regulus black x reader 

Summary: After a mishap during Quidditch practice, Regulus is sent to the hospital wing. Good thing Reader's there to cheer him up.

Warning: nothing except for tooth rotting fluff

Notes: reader is a Hufflepuff and goes by she/her pronouns. Also for those who haven’t seen gravity falls, there’s a picture of a snadger at the end :) thanks for reading!

Everyone knows how violent Quidditch can get. Some people fell and broke a few bones, others got their jaws shattered by a Bludger, and an unlucky few met their untimely ends whilst chasing the Snitch; all in all, Quidditch was not a sport for the faint hearted. And Regulus Black was far from faint hearted. But invincible? He was not.

Laying in one of the beds within the Hospital Wing, Regulus fiddled with the bandages littering his fingers as he waited for Madam Pomfrey to come back from her daily rounds. Quidditch practice that day had gone on like usual until one of the newer players, whose name Regulus ought to know but forgot, miscalculated a hit on a Bludger and sent it barreling towards Regulus. The hit itself wasn’t too painful but the impact was powerful enough to knock Regulus off his broom and hit the ground with a gut-wrenching crunch.

Now, sitting with an obnoxiously large cast on his right leg and bandages lining both his fingers and face, Regulus sat in his bed with a deep frown.

“Any higher,” Madam Pomfrey had said whilst putting on the cast,” and you’d have much more to worry about than a broken bone.”

Regulus huffed as he tried to move his foot around, only succeeding in wiggling the toes that were peeking out from underneath the cast. He supposed it could’ve been worse, like diving head first into the stands or slamming into a wall, and had half heartedly agreed to Madam Pomfrey to ‘take it easy’ the next couple of days. Regulus chuckled to himself. As if he was one to take anything easy.

“You look like shit,” a voice said. Regulus looked up and despite his best efforts to maintain his signature scowl, the corners of his lips jutted upwards as his friend since 2nd year walked towards him,“must’ve been quite the fall, eh? How’d it feel?”

“What kind of question is that?” Regulus furrowed his brows in amusement as he saw [Y/N] drop her bag into the chair next to her and plop herself down on the edge of the bed,” you know you can use the chair to sit, right? It’s not a coat hanger.”

“Oh, I know,” the Hufflepuff smiled as she leaned back and ran a hand over the cast,” just that I want’ta get a closer look, is all. Heard McLaughlin was the one that made ya fall. Cute kid but an utter clutz I hear.”

“Has terrible aim, too.”

“You’re telling me,” [Y/N] giggled. She looked back at Regulus and the smile that danced on her lips grew wider. Regulus straightened his back and subconsciously swallowed an invisible gulp of air.

“[L/N]?,” Regulus’s voice wavered,” what are you planning?”

“Nothing. Why’d you ask? Something on my face?” [Y/N] smiled again and, jumping up from the edge of the bed, rummaged through her bag until she pulled out a thick, black sharpie. Regulus’s eyes shot up and his back, despite the frigid air of the hospital wing, began to sweat.

“Don’t you write anything stupid on me, [Y/N].”

“I’m not writing on you, Reg. I’m writing on your cast.”

“It’s still on me, though.”

“Potato, tomato. There’s a difference.”

‘That’s not how it—,” Regulus sighed as he slumped further into the mattress, watching as [Y/N] shuffled over to his foot with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes,”—just don’t write anything stupid, please.”

“You already said that,” [Y/N] said as she began to doodle. The sound of marker on fiberglass stung Regulus’s ears and he recoiled slightly, jerking his leg away from [Y/N],” hey! Stop moving! You’re gonna mess it up.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” Regulus mumbled. As the room fell silent, Regulus watched as [Y/N] continued to draw on his leg. A soft smile played on his features as he watched [Y/N]’s face contort in concentration, tongue stuck out in deep thought. He felt a familiar warmth blossom in his chest and slowly creep up to his cheeks. As his face reddened, Regulus quickly looked away and found that the small scratches on the bedside table were far more interesting than whatever his friend was doing.

Sparing a glance towards [Y/N], Regulus saw her smile once again and stand up triumphantly.

“Take a looksie, Reg.”

Shifting his foot around so he can see, Regulus couldn’t help but hold back a quiet laugh.

“Is that supposed to be a snake? What’s wrong with its head?”

“No. It’s a Snadger,” [Y/N] pointed at the crude drawing and circled her finger around what appeared to be a head of a badger placed on the body of a snake,” y’know? Like a snake and a badger?”

“Sure. But why’s it look angry?”

“It’s not angry! It’s smiling. Can’t you see the teeth?” Regulus’s smile grew wider as he watched [Y/N]’s cheeks turn red in frustration. Combing a hand through his ebony locks, Regulus looked back down at the drawing and laughed once again. [Y/N]’s face turned a shade darker as the Slytherin continued to laugh,” what’s so funny? At least I can draw.”

“No, it’s just that—,” Regulus took a deep breath to compose himself before looking back at [Y/N], watching as she nervously shifted her weight from one side to the other,”—thank you, [Y/N]. I needed a laugh.”

“Course you do. You’re always so uptight about everything,” [Y/N] said. She threw the marker on to the chair and plopped herself down on the bed next to Regulus, ”bet if I shoved a coal up your ass, there’d be a diamond in a week.”

“Very funny, [Y/N],” Regulus sighed as he glanced down at his bandaged fingers and picked at one of the loose Band-Aids. A [S/C] hand stopped Regulus from picking it any further and caused his gaze to flutter upwards. With a lopsided grin, [Y/N] laughed as she intertwined her fingers with Regulus’s. He raised a brow,” what are you planning now?”

“Nothing,” [Y/N] leaned closer to Regulus and the Slytherin swore he felt his heart stop for a second. Eyes drifting from [Y/N]’s gaze to her mouth, Regulus felt his own mouth get dry as the Hufflepuff whispered in his ear,” just can’t wait till you read what’s on the other side.”

“What?” Regulus’s face paled.

[Y/N] let go of Regulus’s hand as she jumped off the bed and threw her bag over her shoulder. 

“See you tomorrow in class, Reggie,” [Y/N] smiled as she spun around and began to walk towards the Hospital Wing’s doors. Regulus quickly sat up and leaned over, a mix of panic and confusion drenching his features.

“What did you do, [Y/N]?! What did you write? I told you if you wrote anything stupid—!”

“Oh, calm down, Black!” [Y/N] called from the door,” it’s nothing too ludicrous! Well I mean—all that matters is that it’s funny! Don’t worry about it! Everyone’ll get a kick out of it!”

“Merlin, what did she—?” Regulus tried and failed to raise his leg,” [Y/N]? [Y/N]! Hey! Get back here! Tell me what you wrote! [Y/N]!”

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here’s a Snadger :) and yes, reader wrote the snadger and drew hearts around it as well

[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 12:

Jesus, Take the Wheel

It was 11 o’clock in the afternoon when Remus and Sirius got home, Reg was sitting on the couch under a blanket like the vampire he was on his laptop.

“Reg! We’re home! I’m glad the house is still standing!” Sirius goes over to the blanket before Reg can pull it off and hugs him super tight so the blanket makes him look like a little child dressed as a ghost. Remus smiles at them, walking past to set his bag by the basement stairs where they like to keep off their hockey stuff.

“Get off me! I can’t breathe!” Sirius lets go and Reg punches him in the shoulder after he slams his laptop closed and takes the blanket off. “Jerk.”

“Hey, you cut your hair.” Sirius grabs his baby brother's face and makes him turn his head to one side and then the other examining his hair. It looked really good on him, Sirius has always wanted to do something like this with his hair but always chickens out because of what the media will say. “It looks really nice, I’m a little jealous. I have always wanted to have my hair like that.” He ruffles Reg’s hair and gives him a sloppy kiss on the forehead like he knows Reg, acts like he hates, loves. “I am going to shower, I smell like bus, I’ll be back!” He passes Remus on his way upstairs and gives him a peck.

“I take it you won?” Reg stands up and follows Remus into the kitchen, Remus looks in the sink to see all the dirty dishes the trio had left because they didn’t want to do it. Reg was just kinda awkwardly floating around Remus as he worked on the dishes and Re had an idea that something was up.

“Okay, something is bothering you.” Remus turns around and leans on the counter to find Reg just messing with a fork left on the counter, spinning it on a prong. “Spit it out.”

“I just- I don’t know, I have kinda been… looking into some stuff that maybe I’m not just-” Remus has lived with Reg long enough to be able to pick up on his panicking. So he watches as Reg balances from one foot to the other, squeezing his hands into fists and opening them again.

“Hey, hey, Reg it’s okay.” Remus walks over to him and smiles, he doesn’t touch him but he lets him know he is there for him by looking him in the eyes for a moment and smiling. “You can tell me anything, I will be there for you no matter what.”

“I don’t think I’m… Maybe I’m not cis?”

“Here.” Finn dumps his bag onto Logan as he pulls out his keys to open the apartment. “Do you think Leo is waiting for us like a little puppy?”

“No.” Logan rolls his eyes and shifts the bag on his shoulder. “But we should definitely get a dog.” The door opens and all the lights are off, Leo’s boots are by the welcome mat so that means he is home. The tv is still on the NHL station playing highlights from what looks to be the Penguins and the Knights.

Walking over to the couch Finn smiles at what he sees, Leo wrapped up in a blanket with his hood up and his arm over the edge of the couch. His phone is on the ground below his hand, Finn picks it up and places it on the coffee table as Logan turns the tv off. They already dropped his stuff off at Dumo’s and will be staying the night but going back tomorrow morning. Finn reaches out and runs the back of his pointer finger over Leo’s soft face.

Leo might be a manly-man but he still can’t grow facial hair properly.

Finn moved his hand to push the hood down from Leo’s head and kiss his forehead, expecting to feel his soft hair but instead he felt prickles. He jolts his hand back from the shock and puts it over his mouth as he silently freaks out over the short hair. He waves his hand behind him until he grabs Logan's arm from where he was texting his parents that he got home safe and yanks him down so he lands on his ass next to where Finn is squatting.

“He has no hair!” Finn whispers-yells into Logan's ear. Logan spins around on his now sore tailbone and looks at Leo’s uncovered head. “Oh my god why does it look good!” Logan leans forward and notices a tattoo they have never seen before.

“Is that a strawberry? He has a strawberry tattoo.” Logan lighty pets over the inked fruit and smiles. “Aww how soft of him.” They both get up. “ We should let him sleep, nothing we ever do is too loud to wake him up. He SLeeps like a brick.” Logan takes Finn's hand as they grab the bag and start to unpack most of it.

Leo sleeps for a good hour before his body tells him to get up. Slowly sitting up he notices the tv is off and hears chattering in the kitchen. Standing up as quick as he can and slipping on his blanket a little he stumbles over to his boys and engulfs Finn in a hug. Surprising him.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Finn hugs him back.

“Let me in!” Logan scurries over to them and Leo opens his arms to hug both his boys. He picks them up a little and squeezes them, causing Logan to laugh and Finn to suffocate.

“Leo- I can't breathe.” Finn smiles but also can’t breathe. Leo lets them down and gives them both welcome home kisses. “Your hair looks great by the way, so short it shows off your face.” Finn ruffles his hair and accidentally bumps Leo's thigh.

“Ouch, that hurt a little.” Leo backs away a bit and puts a hand on his thigh. The boys looked at each other quizzically, causing Leo to pull up the leg of his shorts to show them his new tattoo.

“Oh my god! What is that!” Logan and Finn both bend down to get a better look at the blob of ink under the clear film. “Okay… for real what is it? Your ink sac is in the way….”

“Ew don’t call it that.” Leo smiles and looks down at the said blob. “It’s a pinup, she is actually based off that picture of Logan in your jersey, she has a mix of y’alls features and is also the only color tattoo I have… because she is so special.” Leo has the sappiest look on his face as he describes her. “You like?”

“I love… we should name her! I vote Matilda!” Logan smiles proud of the name he thought of.

“No, we need a better name! I like Veronica.” FInn and Logan continue to argue over names as Leo feeds his aggressive fish that Clay graciously named ‘Finlo… get it because Finn and Logan. Because it's red like Finn and mean like Logan!’ The name stuck somehow.

“Guys, guys. She can have two different names.” Leo smiles at them and leans against the counter. Watching them narrow their eyes at each other until one of them looks away.

“Fine! But can we have sex now? You know what your tattoos do to me, and now that you have one that has something to do to me.” Finn sighs and walks towards Leo who spins them around with a hand on either side of Finn. “whoa.”

“Sure we can, but we can’t fuck up her face… so I want to watch you and Lo.”

When Thomas walks in the door he is met with the cutest sight. Clay is asleep on Nolles chest on the couch with a back of frozen peas on his ass. Walking in and giving Noelle a kiss, he sits down next to them on the ground, reaching to grab Clay’s hand that is squished under him. He gets Clay’s hand and kisses the back of it.

“How long has he been asleep?”

“He was just pacing around the room and running to the window like a dog every time one of the neighbors slammed their car doors. It was really cute, but then I could tell his back and booty were hurting so I made him lay down and ice. He was not happy with me.” Noelle smiles and pets his hair back as Thomas leans in for another kiss, which she happily accepts.

“We need to sit down and talk with him about our sexlife, he definitely wasn’t what I expected in bed. A lot less ‘I want to be in control’ than I thought. He was very submissive and basically let me do what I wanted to him.” They both look down at the sleeping man. “He really really liked being fucked though. He said he has only been fucked once before, I think, but if he loved it that much then why has he never done it again?” Noelle furrows her brows in a way that means she is looking deep into the meaning of something.

“We just need to talk with him, I don’t think he would ever keep a secret from us unless it's really bad. I trust him, he obviously trusts us enough to A) Let you fuck him and B) Let us call while it is happening.” Noelle nods after a moment and sighs.

“We should wake him up, I want to use those peas for dinner tonight.”

“I’ll do it, he will probably jump on me.” Thomas smiles and scoots down until he is face to face with Clay, nudging him with his hand for a bit as he watches as those big puppy dog eyes open. They blink a few times and then finally focus on Thomas. “Hi.” The smile on Clay’s face blooms happiness in Thomas’ chest and before he knows it, Clay is off of Noelle and into his arms.

“Mm missed you.” Clay mumbles into Thomas’ neck and breathes him in. He smells like his cologne and a hint of sweat. Clay loves it. He pulls away a little as Noelle kisses both their foreheads and walks to the kitchen with the bag of peas in hand. Looking back to Thomas, Clay gets comfy by sitting between Thomas’ legs and hooking his ankles behind his back. His arms around his neck, just pressing their foreheads together as Clay’s still sleepy eyelids close.

“You’re so warm.” Thomas pulls away to cup Clay's face and smiles when Clay leans into one of his hands, keeping his eyes closed. His naturally curled lashes rest on his smooth cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” Clay’s eyes open and he turns slightly red.

“No one has ever called me beautiful before…”

“You are, you are so beautiful.” Clay is looking at Thomas with a mix of millions of emotions flashing across his face.

“I don’t know how to respond.”

“You don’t need to. But that means I should keep telling you until you do know how to respond.” Leaning in their lips meet and they both smile.

Everything felt so right.

A week passed, Thomas and Noelle were busy with work and school, leaving Clay alone for most of the day. It was starting to take an effect on Clay as well. Yes He would walk around town with Tina when he was bored and his friends were busy or sleeping. He would hide William in places that he knew would make Thomas scream and run away. He also continued making little origami hats for William.

Tina hasn’t left his side recently and Clay really appreciates him greatly for that.

“Tina! Food time!” Clay puts Tina’s food in his bowl as William continues to tunnel his way through Clay’s hair. He doesn’t know why but William loves crawling in his hair. Thomas hates it because William scares him when he goes to Kiss Clay on the top of his head… and there is a snake there.

Clay goes to put William back in his enclosure, while he is closing the lid to the enclosure he hears the front door open and Noelle and Thomas call out at the same time.

“We’re home!” Noelle takes off her boots and hat and shakes out her hair from the snow flakes in it. Yesterday was the first snow Clay has ever seen, it was adorable. He ran outside in his shorts and sweatshirt. Standing in the middle of their tiny front yard and staring up at the gloomy yet bright sky as the flakes of snow land on his face.

He was looking up in awe while being barefoot on the damp grass since there wasn’t enough snow to stick and stay. He danced around getting his feet and legs all muddy. Thomas took a couple pictures of the flakes landing on Clay’s hair and eyelashes because Clay wants to remember this for the rest of his life.

They picked up the pictures on the way home today, Clay wants to add them to his little knick-knack collection. Clay is like a penguin in the way he loves to bring people he loves, little things from bobble heads to rocks and sticks that look like wands.

Thomas and Noelle both had a box that was almost already full.

“Hi! I missed you.” Clay runs into the room and hugs them both, giving them a bunch of smooches. “How was today?” Clay hovers around them as they unpack the groceries and the pictures, Thomas hugs him from behind and kisses his ear, making Clay laugh by biting it.

“Today was good, but we need to sit down and talk about our sexlife tonight.” Thomas mumbles in his ear and Noelle nods in agreement.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not, we just need to talk about what you like and don’t like.” Pinching his cheek Noelle smiles at him and Clay instantly relaxes, but he’s worried about what they will ask.

“Can we just talk now? I'm pretty open to everything. I’ll do anything you want me to!” His heart starts to pick up because he doesn’t want them to leave him because of things he doesn’t like in bed… he can always suck it up for them. Because he really likes them.

“Clay there has to be somethings you don’t like, I mean I personally don’t want to ever bottom. It scares me and yes I trust you both but it’s not something I’m interested in.”

“I like so be in charge during sex, so being bossed around really isn’t something I’m into. I also don’t really like anything like impact play… just no thanks.” Noelle hands Clay the can of Kiwi Apple Redbull he asked for earlier. He just holds it while he thinks.

“ I guess maybe… I don’t want to be tied up… unless you want me to be! Then I will!” He holds his Red Bull to his chest, really wishing it gave him wings to fly away from this conversation.

“Clay, we aren’t going to ask you to do anything you don’t want too, that’s why we are having this conversation, because communication and boundaries are important.” Thomas let’s go of Clay and walks over to where Noelle is trying to reach a cup on the top shelf that he puts there out of habit. He gets it down for her and they turn back to Clay. “You okay?”

“Umm I- I need to…” he’s trying to think of an excuse to leave because he wants to believe that they won’t leave him if he says no to something they do want but a voice in the back of his head sounding scarily like Ashley is telling him they will do whatever they want to him and he has to like it… or they will leave and find someone else. “I need to go to the barn!” Clay takes his RedBull and the keys to his new pick up and sprints out the door. Leaving the people he… really really likes behind.

He gets into the truck and turns it on and starts driving, with no place to go. Jesus, Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood comes on over the radio and he listens to it for a couple of seconds before shutting the radio off as he pulls into a parking spot. He gets out and starts walking like his body is on autopilot. He doesn’t realise where he is until he is unlocking the door to Finn and Leo’s apartment with the key Finn gave him.

“Hey Clay.” Finn waves from the couch as he reads his book that Clay doesn’t care enough about to actually look and see what it is. “Leo’s in the kitchen.”

Clay walks into the kitchen after kicking off his boots that he doesn't remember putting on. Leo takes one look at him and knows.

Handing him a spoon, Leo points to the recipe he’s making from his mother's cookbook.

Chicken and Dumpling (minus the chicken)

Clay and Leo work silently together making this soup. Eventually Finn tells them he is going to pick up and take Logan home from the tattoo shop where he just got his half black and grey Japanese style sleeve done. He leaves the apartment.

“Should I tell them about Ashley?”

“If you feel comfortable enough too.”

“And if I don’t?” Leo looks at him and wraps a supportive arm around his shoulder as he stirs the simmering soup.

“They will understand.” Clay stays for dinner that night, eating with Leo and Finn. Clay and Finn talk about flesh pedestrians that Leo doesn’t believe in but add his thoughts into. After they finish eating Clay decides to go back home… yeah, home.

He walks in the front door and is suddenly off the ground in a vice grip hug.

“I told him you went to Leo’s but he didn’t believe me!” Noelle shouts from the other room, as she finishes chucking some socks in the dryer because Thomas would somehow manage to burn the house down.

“I was so worried! Are you okay? Did we upset you?” Thomas has set Clay down and is examining every inch of him. “You smell like soup.”

“I ate soup.” Clay smiles and hugs Thomas again, much softer. “I’m okay, I just am not used to people caring about what I like in bed. With my last girlfriend I was just told to take what she gave me and like it… so I’m sorry for just running out like that.”

“Hey it’s okay, but a text would have been nice.” Noelle joins in the hug and smiles at him. “Do you want to tell us anything else about her?” Clay shakes his head and Noelle and Thomas share a worried look but then nod because it’s not their story to know. “How about we go have a cuddle in bed and fall asleep to some terrible ghost hunting show? Yeah?”

“I’d love that.” And I love you. Clay thinks that in his mind for the very first time as he watched them walk to the bedroom. He loves them.

“I’ll have water too, thanks.” Finn was out at lunch with Sirius, Remus, James and Thomas. They all haven’t been able to hang out outside of practice recently so it felt nice.

“So, how are the boyyyyssss?” James puts his elbows on the table and flutters his eyelashes at Finn and Thomas who can’t help but chuckle.

“Leo is doing great, a little cold but great. He recently got a new tattoo that is a pinup girl of me and Logan mixed together and phew… it’s really hot.” Finn smiles and feels his phone go off but decides to ignore it for now. “How about Clay?”

“Clay and Noelle both got new tattoos, clays is vampire bites on his neck and Noelles is a Medusa with tentacles for hair on her Bicep. Pretty sexy.”

“I’ve always wanted a tattoo.” James smiles at the waitress who brings them their waters and straws, he shoots the straw wrapper at Sirius and then gulps down half his water. “I always chicken out though.”

“We should get together sometime.” Sirius flicks some of his water and James while he offers to get a tattoo with him. “What about you? Do you want one?”

“I’d rather have a piercing than a tattoo but I’m not against getting one.” Remus continues looking at the menu as he sips his own water.

As the conversation dies down a little Finn checks his phone, it’s a snap notification from Leo. Finn goes to open it thinking that it’s probably a video of him and logan having another stupid contest. What he is met with makes him choke on his water and start coughing but so he doesn’t miss anything he saves the video to chat.

The video is kinda dim but you can clearly see Logan, beautiful Logan, with his hands tied wrist to elbow behind his back as they stand in front of a mirror. Logan’s face is resting cheek to Leo’s chest so Finn can see his panting and whining. His hair is long enough it’s covering his eyes and most of his nose. All he can see of Leo is part of his chest that Logan is covering, the arm holding up the phone, his smirk that shows off his dimples… and his other hand that is currently fingering Logan.

He can see a bunch of Leo’s tattoos but it’s so dark he can only make out the Egyptian beetle on his neck. He watches as Logan jerks a little from what he knows is Leo hitting his prostate and at the end it looks like Logan whines ‘Finn’ but he has his volume off so he can’t hear it.

Fuck… now he can’t wait to get home.

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Star Light Chapter One

Pairing: Tech x Pantoran!OC

Words: 1498

Warnings: none (future warning: major angst & character death)

Summary: Tech seeks the medical attention of a medic in training due to regularly staffed medic’s of Kamino being over staffed. He meets the curious Pantoran, Star Light who has a secret that he feels he must find out.

Tech looked down at the small abrasion on his forearm from today’s training with his brothers. It wasn’t often that members of the Bad Batch ever got injured, they never got injured on a major scale. But Hunter had miscalculated ever so slightly with his knives and accidentally snagged Tech’s arm in the process. The cut wasn’t bad but it was enough to warrant some medical attention. And so Tech was heading to the wing of the cloning facility on Kamino. He held his forearm in his hand, glancing down at it every so often. The cut was still there with blood smeared around it. On his way to the facility he passed a group of regs who had been stationed on cleaning duty, cleaning up another mural that had mysteriously appeared on the walls of the facility. Tech and every other clone on Kamino was familiar with these murals. They would mysteriously appear over night and have to be scrubbed away the next day by order of the Kaminoans. However they were always beautiful, this particular mural showcased a sunset over green grassy plains that reflected the soft light of the setting sun. Tech seemed to get lost in the artistic nature and skill of the piece that he was a bit shaken when a reg swiped his soapy sponge right over the center of the painting, washing away the very focal point of the painting and taking out the setting sun. Just like that the light of the painting was gone. Tech felt his heart drop for a mere moment. The art that was so stunning was now permanently messed up, but a spark of hope ignited in him when he remembered each mural that was washed away would soon be replaced by another even more lovely then the last. And another thought dawned on him before he continued to walk, the sun must always set. He thought to himself as he moved on to the medical wing. Because if the sun does not set then it is impossible to see the STARLIGHT.

“We can’t help you trooper.” A busy medica said as she worked diligently to disinfect a blaster wound on the shoulder of another trooper. “We are understaffed and overworked. And the 212th just came back from a terrible battle. We don’t have the space for a clone with a small cut, I’m sorry.” She added as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve before taking out the supplies needed to stitch up the same wound that she had just disinfected. “We could send him to that medic in training.” Another medic suggested. “Would Lama Su be okay with that?” The first medic replied and the other one shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I mean she never gets to see any action and it’s not like this is a major wound, it’s just a small abrasion. Just a little disinfectant and maybe a batcha patch and he’ll be fine.” The other medic replied as they turned from one injured clone to the other, taking on two of the injured clones as to show just how short staffed they were. The first medic sighed before turning back to Tech. “Alright, go see Star Light. She’s down the hall to the right. Second door. She can help you.” Tech nodded and thanked the medic before leaving the busy medical wing.

Star flipped the page of the only book in her possession as she laid on her stomach on her bed. Her quarters on Kamino weren’t large or spacious by any means but they were enough for one person. “GONK” Her gonk droid spoke as it waddled up to her, nudging her bed as it did so. “Yes, Gink, I know I have read this book at least a dozen times this week.” She muttered to the droid. “GONK” It replied, the word being the only word in it’s vocabulary. “Well what do you wanna do? It’s not like I have anything else to do and Lama Su won’t let me leave without her permission.” “GONK” “I can’t sneak out now! It’s daytime! Someone will notice!” She replied as she looked down at her droid. “I like it in here and so do you.” “GONK” “Oh come on, Gink it’s not so bad in hear.” Before the droid could even respond the door to her quarters swooshed open and Star sat straight up in her bed, yellow eyes wide and nervous. She was expecting to see Lama Su or another Kaminoan visit her to remind her of the rules in place for her stay on Kamino but instead she was met with a clone. And not just any old run of the mill clone, this one was different. Unlike any of the others she had seen before. “Are you Star Light?” The clone asked, his accent was also different from the others which only peaked Star’s curiosity. “I am.” She replied as she stood from her bed and brushed a loose strand of violet hair away from her face. “Hi.” She added meekly with a small wave. “What are you doing here?” She asked once it clicked that there was someone who probably shouldn’t be in her quarters now standing across from her. “My name is Tech. The medical wing sent me here because they were overwhelmed.” “They sent you to me?” Star asked as she pointed a blue finger at herself and her yellow eyes widened once more in surprise. “But I’m just a medic in training- I don’t know how to-” “It’s just a small cut, miss Star Light.” Tech said as he lifted his arm, showing her the wound and Star sighed in relief. “Oh.” She said softly. “Well let me see what I can do, please sit.” She offered as she gestured to her bed where her singular book stayed open to the page she was just reading. Gink watched the clone sit down on her bed and turned in the direction Star went to get a bachta patch. “GONK” “It’s fine Gink let him sit.” Star replied as she got the supplies and walked over to him. She sat down next to him and gently took his arm in her hands. “Can you either roll up your sleeve or take off your shirt?” She asked politely and Tech nodded. He removed the shirt of his blacks leaving his upper half bare and giving her a clear space on his arm to work. She quickly used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood from the cut and clean the wound. Tech’s eyes wondered as she worked and looked over to the open book on her bed. “You were reading about Naboo?” He asked, making small conversation. And indigo flush covered her cheeks as she worked. “Oh, um, yes. It’s an Atlas it has information on all kinds of planets I’ve never seen and probably won’t ever get to see. It’s also the only book I have so I spend a lot of time reading it over and over again.” Tech’s eyes focused on the picture at the top of one of the pages in the book. A sunset. It was identical to the one he had seen painted outside on his way to the medical facility. Perhaps Starlight was the artist responsible for the murals that always seemed to spontaneously appear.

“What did you mean when you said you will probably never be able to see these planets?” Tech asked as he gestured to the book and Star put the Bacta patch on his arm. “Well, I’m not exactly supposed to leave my quarters on Kamino.” “Why not?” “Well-” “GONK” Star flinched as she heard Gink interrupt their conversation. “You need to go.” She said quickly to Tech. “What why?” He asked as she quickly pushed him up and out of her bed before tossing his shirt to him. “I’m not supposed to have visitors.” Sher replied. “And Lama Su is on her way here now.” Star added in a panic. “But why can’t you have visitors?” He asked, wanting answers. Tech was only doing what he knew best, research and investigating. There was something about this Pantoran that was being kept from him and naturally, Tech wanted to know everything that he possibly could. “There’s no time for me to explain. You need to go now!” Star ushered him one more time before finally her door swooshed open and she got the man to step outside and leave. Once the door swooshed shut she let out a sigh of relief. “GONK” Her droid barked again. Lama Su was closer and therefore, Star was in danger. She quickly moved to “act natural” and threw herself back on to her bed and continue reading her one book. And it was just in time too, the doors swooshed open and there was the Kaminoan who monitored her every move. “Good afternoon, Lama Su.” Star said quickly and politely. “Hello Star.”

Chapter Two >