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iggyywrites · 8 months ago

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Pairings: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Summary: Logan knew moving in with Wade was going to be a bad idea….his next door neighbor doesn’t help with that either

Warnings: 18+ fic, fem!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s), mentions of alcohol, male masturbation, Logan listens to reader getting fucked, daddy kink, Logan fingers reader, p in v penetration, creampie, making out, nipple play.

An: No one make fun of me for not being able to do Wade’s witty remarks justice, I am just a girl.

Logan knew this wasn’t a good idea.

There was virtually no timeline that existed currently where living with Wade fucking Wilson was a good idea for Logan. He could barely handle speaking to him for thirty minutes, let alone sharing a living space with him.

However, behind the man’s rapid fire tongue that had a copious amount of shit talking to go with it, he was genuine, and as much as Logan hated to admit it…

He didn’t really have anyone in this timeline but Wade.

So, after quite a bit of groaning and grumbling under his own breath, he finally agreed to moving in with Wade, which didn’t take long at all, seeing as he came to this timeline against his will with nothing but his bright yellow hero suit on his body.

To Logan’s surprise, things weren’t terrible his first week there. Wade was annoying, that much was true and inevitable, however he had his own shit to do, which had him out of Logan’s hair most of the time, leaving him all on his own in the tiny two bedroom apartment.

Logan was starting to realize that maybe all of this wasn’t as bad as he cut it out to be. Things started to feel particularly good on the Friday night following the end of his first week there. Wade was nowhere to be found, he had the living room to himself and a nice bottle of whiskey to grant him the sweetest dreams (or lack there of) meaning he could simply enjoy his own company in the comfort of silence that was rare living with Wade. He sighed softly as he sat back, legs spread wide as he took a sip of his drink, sinking down into the couch in a pool of pure bliss-

A knock at the door ripped him away from all of that almost immediately.

He groaned softly, lifting his head as he turned to look at the door, brows furrowed for a moment as he silently threatened whoever it was behind it to knock it again. When they did, he turned his head in the opposite direction to face the clock on the wall, noticing that it was already going into the later hours of the night.

No one should be knocking their door this late.

By the third round of knocks to the door, Logan was fixing his posture, annoyance coursing through his veins at the disruption of his night. Whoever it was that was choosing to knock this many times on their door was in for it at this point.

However, Wade was beating him to it. The man swiftly slipped past Logan, pushing the older man back down into the couch, forcing Logan to fall back with a low groan, the gesture not helping with his growing annoyance.

“She’s here! She’s here!” Wade squealed out like an excited child, skipping and clapping his hands together as he made his way to the door.

“Who the fuck is that-“ Logan’s words were cut off but Wade practically hissing at the man as he whipped his head around to face him.

“Keep your fucking voice down! This is one of the only things I look forward to and I will not let Arthur Morgan ruin this for me. So shut your mouth, and drink your go-go juice, alright angel?” Wade seethed out as he gestured towards Logan’s bottle of whiskey before he turned around, tucking a strand of invisible hair behind his ear before he sighed softly, reaching forward and opening the door.

That’s when you walk in.

Behind the door is you. You’re pretty, young, bright smile plastered on your face, cheeks beaming with happiness as you bounce on your heels, snacks and drinks practically spilling from your arms as you struggle to hold them. Logan doesn’t stop himself from craning his neck forward to get a look at you, watching as you stare up at Wade like he’s your favorite person in the entire world.

Both you and Wade squeal in a way that sounds way too similar, and if Logan wasn’t so fucking confused right now he’d most definitely comment on it.

“There she is! Come to Daddy my little buttercup!” Wade groans as he lifts you up into his arms. A noise that’s a cross between a groan and a giggle leaves your lips as he squishes you to his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him squeeze you tight.

“Wade! You’re…crushing me..” you wheeze out, all while having a bright smile on your face.

“Crushing ensues when you don’t visit me for two weeks. I was planning on shimmying my tight little ass down the air ducts to land straight into your bedroom so we can finish these last two episodes” Wade hummed our matter of factly, casually keeping you pressed against his chest as he kicked the door shut and carried you into the house before setting you down.

Logan’s watching the entire thing play out from the couch, eyebrows raised as he watches someone finally match the man’s hyperactive energy levels.

“I had a cold! I didn’t want to get you sick” you giggle out softly as you turn to face him as you walk into the apartment, still completely oblivious to the other man sitting on the couch.

“Princess have you taken a look at this mug? Influenza sees me and it runs” he grins at you whilst pointing at his face, which only earns a gentle nudge to his side with your elbow.

You finally turn towards the man on the couch, a look of surprise on your face as you take in his face, his form. It doesn’t take very long for you to come to the realization that whoever it is that’s been sitting here this entire time, is one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen.

You never thought in your entire life that you’d see the Wolverine in person.

“Oh! How rude of me…I didn’t know you were busy Wade” Your voice is soft as you apologize, eyes wide and worried that you’d interrupted something you had no business stepping into. Logan can already see the way your sneaker clad feet are turning to leave, giving both him and Wade an apologetic smile.

“Oh no you don’t. You aren’t using that sweet little understanding bit with me. If Wolvie wants to join in on our weekly Vanderpump Rules watch party, then he can. If he doesn’t, then the honey badger can kick rocks” Wade bends down a bit, giving you an assuring nod as he places his hand on the small of your back.

Logan rolls his eyes as he throws back the rest of his whiskey. “I’m way ahead of you asshole” Logan grumbles out, annoyed with many things already.

“Hold on there beautiful, don’t be rude. Everything that is good and pure in the world is standing in the middle of our apartment and you aren’t going to introduce yourself?” Wade scoffs out in disbelief, his words making you roll your eyes as you give him another nudge.

“Wade it’s fine, he doesn’t have to-“ you try, seeing just how little patience the man had from the few words he’d given you since you walked in.

“My name is Logan, I live here now” he nodded, his words short and brief.

You hate yourself because him acting this way is only making you want him more.

You inhale deeply before you give him a soft smile, the snacks you’d brought still clutched close to your chest, fingers pressing against the crinkly material of the various packages as you nod.

“It’s nice to meet you Logan. My names (y/n). I hope to see you around the building more often” you beam, your response a bit too bubbly and excited for someone who’d been hit with the driest, most bland introduction from a man probably ever.

Logan watches you closely for a bit, eyes taking in your bright expression, your excited eyes that are practically shining with stars in them. You’re young, and eager and Logan knows exactly what kind of girl you are just by the way you’re smiling at him. He’d run into a million different versions of you at bars and clubs, out on the streets when he was on missions, anywhere that he was able to be perceived, he ran into someone like you.

That in and of itself lets Logan know that he needs to stay far away from you.

He gives you a nod before pushes himself off of the couch, lazily grabbing the bottle of whiskey as he begins walking out of the living room towards his bedroom.

He can already hear your feet stepping forward on the wooden floor, so he braces himself for what he knows what’s coming next.

“You’re more than welcome to stay! I know it’s corny but the show is actually very entertaining” you giggle out softly as you offer yours and Wade’s tradition to Logan as well.

“I’m good sweetheart” he mumbles out without even turning around, raising his hand up as he gives you a back handed wave, rounding the corner to his bedroom. “Was nice meeting you” he makes out before slamming his door shut, the noise making you flinch.

You frown softly as you turn to face Wade. “Was it something I said?” You whisper out, worried you might have offended the man

Wade rolls his eyes at his roommates reaction, turning towards you as he extends his hand out, his palm going nearly rigid as he gives you a stiff pat to the head. “We can’t all be as excited about life as you are, angel. Life sucked the fun out of that one before you probably learned how to drive” he sighed out before he pulled you over to the couch.

“Now! If I don’t have Lisa Vanderpump meddling in the love lives of her alcoholic lounge employees in the next five seconds I am going to blow this entire complex up. Let’s get to it sugar plum” he nodded to himself as he forces you down into the couch, grabbing his remote and getting right down to the festivities of that fine Friday night.

You however, had a particularly harder time than usual paying attention to the shitty reality tv show that you and Wade bonded over, and there was only one person to blame.

Logan.

Logan is shocked to be the only one awake the next morning.

His head is pounding from all the whiskey he drank, and he knew he’d be nursing quite the hangover from it all. What he didn’t know however, was that Wade would be slumped in his bed much longer from a night with you than he was.

He’s alone in the kitchen for maybe two hours when Wade finally emerges from his bedroom, a long drawn out groan following as he massages his temples, eyes screwed tight due to the bright sun spilling in.

“Jesus fucking Christ….can’t anyone afford some fucking curtains here? I feel like I’m staring into Satan’s asshole” He groans out, eyes finally opening to watch the mountain of a man standing over a bowl of cereal in the kitchen.

“Why hello there sunshine, did the whiskey bottle tug you out of bed early this morning? You’re almost never conscious while the sun is still up” Logan rolls his eyes at his roommates words, bringing the bowl to his lips and slurping up the rest of the milk before he put the empty bowl into the sink behind him, large hand going down to wrap around his coffee mug.

“Look who’s talkin’….you and your friend seemed to have just as much fun as I did” he sighs out, voice gravely and rough.

Wade smiles brightly as he nods, making his way into the kitchen as he lets out a happy sigh. “A (y/n) hangover would bring you to your knees grandpa….although I have the feeling you might not be too opposed to that with how your filthy eyes were eating her up….shes cute isn’t she? Single too. If Vanessa hadn’t swept me off my feet and stolen my heart I would have been ten toes deep into her by now” Wade rambles out as he searches the pantry for something to fill his stomach with.

Logan isn’t shocked to hear that you’re single, and in the best way possible of course. You were very very attractive, however the way that you looked at him let him know everything he needed to know about you.

“I don’t think I asked. She’s not my type” Logan sighs out softly before taking a sip of his coffee.

That wasn’t true at all, not entirely at least. Logan found you attractive from the moment he laid eyes on you. Only an idiot could look at you and try to convince themselves that you weren’t a beautiful girl. However, Logan knew what kind of girl you were. You were a young girl who probably had some sort of fantasy to fuck a ‘dilf’ (as Wade called them) and you’d bat your pretty lashes and pout your lips to get Logan to melt for you, but that was only the half of it. You only wanted to fuck him, to have someone experienced work on your body just to leave and venture out on your own once you were done with him.

Logan was old and miserable and hard to deal with, all things that he was very aware of. Being with him was not a fucking cake walk, and he knew that those twinkles in your eyes when you saw him were all driven by raging hormones that would dissipate once you realized how much of a piece of shit he was.

Logan was too old for this, and he was too old for you.

“Not your type? Of course she’s your type! She’s everyone’s type. That’s like saying Beyoncé isn’t your type and I will not allow you to disrespect the queen…the bee hive is fucking scaring” Wade practically whimpered out before he let out a groan.

“Is it the age gap? Because if it is, they sell pills for that sweetie. It’s a normal part of life that we all go through! There’s nothing to be ashamed of and I’m sure she would understand-“ Wade’s words are cut off by Logan lifting up his hand, the sharp sound of his claws shooting through his knuckles filling the air, making Wade yelp and flinch.

“Keep talking and I swear to god I will cut your dick off every single day so that you don’t even get the chance to use those pills” Logan practically growls out.

“Relax! Jesus Christ you are violent. I’m starting to rethink giving you my spare room asshole” Wade breaths out before he sighs, lifting his hands up in defense before he speaks again.

“Look…all I’m saying, is that a bit of a crush is starting to brew, and she’s a sweet girl! I know for a fact that baby making factory is filled with dust and fucking cobwebs, don’t you think it’s time to get those gears runnin’ again?” Wade rolls his arm like a train as he puts on his best southern accent, which only further annoys Logan.

“She doesn’t even know me. She’ll get over it” Logan nods confidently, ignoring every word that leaves Wade’s mouth as he finishes his coffee, putting it in the sink where he put his cereal bowl earlier.

Wade groans in annoyance. “I am being such a good wing man right now, hooking you up with her? Most people’s friends hook them up with Freddy fucking Krueger and they still end up getting married. I’m giving you a real life fairy from a fucking Barbie movie and you’re turning her down??” Wade practically pleads with the man as he watches him starting to leave the kitchen.

“Hook her up with someone else. I’ll be back later” Logan groans out, not at all wanting to continue this conversation with his roommate any longer.

“Yeah fuck you too grandpa. I hope you get hit by a fucking bus on your way out” Wade groans out as he shovels a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, the man clearly taking offense to Logan not wanting to get to know you better.

“We’ll see if she lets you off this easy…” Wade mumbled under his breath, a soft smirk on his face.

Wade knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you were a whole different ball field of sweetness that Logan was most definitely not ready to handle.

And sweet you were.

By the end of the week, Logan was honestly starting to forget about you and the small cyclone you’d set off in his head ever since he’d seen you that night. He was busy with things around the neighborhood and trying his best to get used to the new world that he was living in. His plate was full and he had no time to think about the silly girl that lived next door to him.

However you didn’t let him forget for much longer.

Because come Friday night, your knuckle is rapping against the door like clock work, interrupting Logan’s alone time in the same way you had the week prior. It’s a silent gesture that it is his cue to leave and give you and Wade the living room for the night.

Logan just about catches a glimpse of you when Wade opens the door, and he notices very quickly how different you look from last time.

Last time, you’d opted for a pretty casual look. Wade had mentioned that you worked at a bar in the city, so he could only assume you came straight from there. Your denim shorts were cute, fit your ass well and he was sure you got many tips from those alone, and your purple halter top went well with your skin tone, but it was nothing fancy or out of the ordinary, just simply a girl in some clothes.

Now? Now you were putting in some effort.

The linen white dress you wore fit you snug at your middle, pushing out your tits a bit, hugging you in all the right places before falling down and flowing out right above your knees. You even went as far as to wear a bit of makeup, your eyelids sparkling a bit, lips glossy.

You’d put in all that effort, just for him.

“Jesus Christ…” Logan mumbled under his breath in disbelief, hating that you’d gone this far for him.

“Are you kidding me! I get your sweaty work clothes and he gets this?? You know he takes the animal thing seriously right? Pees to mark his territory and everything. I am much more pleasant, I promise” Wade complains as he leads you into the apartment, eyes falling down to the small container of cookies in your arms.

“Are these….fuck off. I have been begging you for weeks, and suddenly Jacob from twilight moves in and you’re making them??” Wade gasps out, face slowly turning up to look over at Logan as you giggle softly.

“I made them when you first moved in so I wanted to do the same for Logan…I hope you have a sweet tooth?” You questioned carefully, giving Logan a shy smile as you outstretch your arms to hand the cookies to him.

Wade is watching Logan like he’s your fucking guard dog, ready to pounce on the man the second he even tries to say something mean to an angelic soul like you.

It makes Logan sigh softly, eyes drifting down to the cookies before looking back up at you. “My doctor said I’m not allowed” he lies before bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips, acting as the biggest contradiction as he finishes the remnants of it before he picks up the bottle and turns around to leave.

“Don’t make any noise. I’m going to bed” he mumbles out once more before he slams his bedroom door much like he did the first time you arrived.

Wade groaned as he brought his hands up to pinch the bridge of his nose, quickly reaching out and placing a hand on your soft, exposed shoulder.

“Thank god. I was getting worried I wouldn’t have all of these to myself. Come on, Tom Sandoval doesn’t wait for anybody” he nods his head towards the tv, urging you to sit with him and distract you from how utterly stupid that lie was that Logan spit at you without a second thought.

Wade sighs as he notices the soft pout on your face, your fingers nervously toying with the ends of your dress as you struggle to relax, your head probably overflowing with every reason why Logan would hate you. He reaches out, tugging you closer to rest your head against his shoulder.

“Hey, he’s just a tough one to crack. He’ll come around soon peanut, I promise” he assured you before he shoved his hand into the bowl of cookies, pressing one to your lips.

“Now, say ahh. You deserve to eat one after all the hard work you did, little Betty Crocker” he teases you, making you giggle softly as you shoo his hand away before taking the cookie to eat yourself, finally relaxing into the couch as you let out a gentle sigh.

Logan really hoped that it would stop there, but it doesn’t.

He knows you aren’t stupid, everyone on the entire planet knows that the Wolverine doesn’t go to the fucking doctor. He could drink battery acid if he wanted to and he’d be fine, so him using the excuse of his doctor telling him he couldn’t eat sugar to not eat your food was a crock of shit, but he did it for two reasons.

One, because he didn’t want to have to accept anything from you, it would only had fuel to a fire that Logan knew he couldn’t put out once burnt too brightly. Two, was to kill any glamorizations you had for being with someone of his age. He was an old man, despite being a fucking killing machine, he was an old man. All he wanted to do was drink, smoke, fight a bit when the time called for it, and sleep, and he really could not fit a little girlfriend into that schedule, nor could he rob you of what you wanted and deserved with someone your own age instead of him.

Logan was starting to come to the conclusion that you probably weren’t as smart as he thought you were.

Because unfortunately, you don’t stop there.

For about an entire month, the weeks are filled with you constantly knocking on the door. It slowly goes from you bringing treats on your Friday nights with Logan, to you popping up on various days thought out the week instead.

Logan quickly learns that your love language is food, and you show that by constantly trying to feed him.

First it was the cookies, then you were knocking on his door way too early in the morning, beaming with a bright smile as you shoved a container of breakfast sandwiches into his naked chest.

“These are for you! I made enough for both you and Wade” you smile brightly, plump bottom lip tugged beneath your teeth as you give him a wave before he can deny the food or give it back.

After that, you were dropping off lunch for him. He wasn’t entirely sure how you were doing it, but you managed to always knock whenever Wade wasn’t around, most likely because the two of you were so close you had Wade’s schedule practically memorized, which meant that you were forcing Logan to interact with you whether he liked it or not.

“I’m off to work and I made too much! I hope you like spaghetti” you giggle softly before giving him another one of your signature waves, skipping off down the hallway to leave for work, once again leaving Logan dumbfounded as he stares down at the Tupperware of warm food in his hands.

It was getting to the point where you were practically keeping both him and Wade fed almost completely, rarely failing to share the food you’d made for yourself with them, and always sprinkling in some of your freshly baked pastries and desserts throughout all of that.

The worst part about it? Logan isn’t sure he’s ever had anything so tasty in his entire life.

You seriously knew what the hell you were doing behind a stove or at the oven, and it almost pissed Logan off to admit how much he appreciated the literal meal plan you’d set up for him.

As much as he likes it though, Logan could see exactly what accepting all of this was doing.

He saw it in the way that you’d linger longer and longer every time you dropped something off. What was once a shy little smile and a quick goodbye had now turned into you going into lengthy rants about work or the latest recipe you were stuck on, which Logan found himself always sticking around and listening to despite the fact that he rarely spoke.

That alone made your eyes twinkle, and he could hear how quickly it made your heart beat every time he leaned against the opposite side of the door from you, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he prepared himself for the words that would come out of your mouth on that day.

Logan gave an inch, and you took a mile, and that was the problem. Any attention he gave, he knew you’d take to the extreme, looking far too deep into the details of him being slightly less of an asshole that he usually was.

And on a night where Logan was laying in his bed, his mind replaying the countless times you’d stood at his door to give him food, using it all as an excuse to talk to him for a few minutes and get his attention on you, he knew it was time to cut you down from the root, and stop any dreams you had of the two of them ever amounting to anything more than next door neighbors.

He knew you’d be back eventually, it was only a matter of time until you were back with your latest meal for him. He found himself reciting what he’d say to you over and over again, cementing it into his brain as he pressed his palms against the island top one morning, eyes staring off into space as he mindlessly grabbed his coffee and took a sip.

knock knock knock!

The sound is familiar and it practically haunts Logan in his fucking dreams, the soft sound of your fists rapping against the door. He sighs softly because he knows you’re behind it, big bright smile on your face as you hold god knows what in your hands to gift to him.

“Morning Logan!” You beam, bright eyed and bushy tailed as you give him a small wave before you look down at the container before stretching your arms out to hand to him.

“You seemed interested last time I mentioned that breakfast quesadilla recipe I was working on…and I think I got it!” You’re so excited, and Logan lets out a soft sigh as he eyes you carefully before he pushes his hand gently against the container so that it’s back against your chest.

“I…look kid….I don’t…” his words trail off, feeling bad as you simply stare up at him with those big eyes and that happy smile, looking at him as if he’s the only person you want to see right now, waiting for him to say whatever it is he can’t do.

“You’ve gotta stop this” he tries to reason with you, his forearm pressed against the top of the door as he stares down at you.

You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him, shaking your head a bit as your voice goes low. “I….what?” Your voice trembles a bit, because you know what’s happening, you’ve been here before. You’ve gotten yourself into this same fucked up mess of liking someone so much that you couldn’t even see that they didn’t like you back, going on a power trip of showering them with so much affection that you didn’t even realize they’d been trying to stop you from the very beginning.

It was happening again.

Logan knows that he can’t let you down easy. You’re too sweet, too understanding, and he knows that if he isn’t blunt with you, giving you the harsh truth, that you’ll just feed into the nice things that he says rather than looking at the bigger picture.

So he sighs, looking over your head for a moment before he finally looks back down at you.

“You’re just…you’re not my kind of girl, alright? Someone like you, could never be with someone like me and that just is the way it is….so quit it with the food deliveries, alright?” He’s stern, speaking to you like a child who refuses to listen, voice growing louder and rougher as he towers over you.

“There’s nothing you can make for me or do for me that will make me want you” He adds salt to the wound with that one, wanting his words to get through to you loud and clear

Logan knows it’s already coming, those big eyes filling with tears that make your eyes shimmer like swimming pools, mouth opening and closing as you struggle to find the words to respond with before you give a slight nod, quickly looking away once the tears spill out into your cheeks, your hands coming up to wipe them away roughly.

“I…fuck…I’m sorry..” is all you say before you quickly rush away from the door, mortified as you open your own apartment door and slam it behind you, the sound making Logan groan softly before he closes his own door.

Of course you apologized. Here he was, crushing your dreams for his own sake and you fucking apologized. It only further cemented how wrong you and him were if he were to ever give you a chance, you were too good, too nice, and Logan could only hope that you found someone else who could give you what you wanted and what you deserved.

As for him? He wanted to focus on the relief he’d soon feel settle in now that he didn’t have to face you every other day anymore. He could only hope that you little stunts would come to a halt after all of this.

Logan doesn’t really have to hope for you to not come around, because he doesn’t see you for a long time after that.

At first he assumed it would just be a day or two until you were back for Wade, the two of you never going long without at least chatting in the hallway for a quick recap of your day or your week, however it’s the end of the week and neither Logan nor Wade have heard from you at all.

There are no knocks at the door, no more pastries or yummy meals with your name written all over them, it’s almost as if you don’t even live in the same complex anymore.

And when that Friday rolls around and you never show up either? Logan knows he’s fucked up.

Logan is thankful that Wade isn’t too freaked out over you being absent that week, seeing as he’d explain that this wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary for you. Although Logan knew what it was that pushed you away from the apartment, he was more than willing to let Wade believe work had drained you a bit more than usual that week, pulling you away from him.

By the third week though? Wade is pissed.

It’s Friday night, and he’s pacing the living room in front of Logan, his arms crossed as he shakes his head.

“I don’t get it! She’s only ever gone two weeks without coming by and that’s because she had a cold, and she told me! I haven’t heard from her in so long, I feel like I’m a fucking military wife waiting for her husband to write her back!” Wade whined out, desperate for an answer behind your disappearance.

Logan couldn’t even look at Wade, guilt eating away at him as his fingers wrapped around the ice beer bottle in his hand, simply letting the man walk around searching for answers when the reason behind his friends absence was sitting right in front of him.

“Fuck this. If she wants to stop being my friend she’s going to have to man the fuck up and tell me herself. Im going over there myself” he huffs out in annoyance, moving towards the front door.

Logan is on his feet before Wade can make it any further, stepping between him and the door as he shakes his head.

He knew that what happened needed to come from him, not you.

“Slow down…I…I know why she’s not coming around anymore” Logan makes out slowly, his words makes Wade raise his eyebrows.

“Anymore? What the fuck did you do, kill her or something??” Wade’s eyes are wide, and it makes Logan roll his eyes at the dramatics before he shoves him over towards the couch.

“Go sit down” he orders before he follows behind, singing softly as he sits next to Wade, avoiding his eyes as he speaks.

“She was coming around a lot and I…I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea so…I just…I told her she needed to stop” Logan shrugged nonchalantly as he gave a horrible retelling of what happened between the two of you.

Wade on the other hand, knew you very well, and he knew that you were probably the most understanding person on the entire fucking planet, so Logan had to probably say some fucked up shit to make you avoid them like the fucking plague, so bad that he probably made you-

“You fucking idiot. You made her cry, didn’t you” Wade visibly gets angry when he comes to this conclusion, making Logan snap his head in his direction quickly because how the fuck did he come to that conclusion so quickly?

“I…so you did talk to her?” Logan questions carefully, his words making Wade groan loudly as he stands up, pressing his face in his hands.

“You are….oh my god you are probably the dumbest person I have ever fucking met. Charles Xavier would be very ashamed of this behavior Logan!” Wade practically sobbed before he shook his head once again.

“You do realize she’s just a girl, right? She’s not some villainous asshole trying to do experiments on you or something. A simple ‘I’m not interested’ would have sufficed” Wade groans out in annoyance before he walks back towards the door.

“I am going to try and save one of the only friendships I have, and leave you here to think about how you are going to save ours, because after this stunt I am not sure I will ever let you touch me again” he huffs out softly before whipping his head away from him in disgust before he swings the door open, slams it shut and leaves to your apartment, leaving Logan there by himself.

Wade’s words echo in his head, making him realize that you really are just a girl, a girl who had an innocent crush that he brutally stepped on and smashed into a thousand little pieces when he could have easily told you he wasn’t interested in you.

Logan hated it, but he felt guilty.

He’s happy to hear that you and Wade were able to mend things together, the two of you opting to spend weekends in your home rather than his from now on, leaving Logan to the peace and quiet that he’d always wanted.

Although, it isn’t what he wanted, it isn’t what he wanted at all because he finds that he’s missing something. He’s missing the smell of your cookies or cinnamon rolls or whatever the fuck it is that you bring over, he’s missing the sound of yours and Wade’s laugh across the way as he tries to sleep, and he especially misses the little front door chats you and him would share whenever you stopped by for him.

Because over the course of the time that he’d lived there, he’d see you at least once every week, your bright smile filling his days and making him feel warm inside.

But now the last memory he had of you was you crying in front of him before running away.

Logan tries to drown out those annoying thoughts as he usually does, with alcohol. He comes home drunk on a Saturday night, stumbling in through the front door as he tugs off his leather jacket, kicks off his boots and stumbles into his bedroom to fall face first into his bed.

He’s able to forget about you for a bit, annoyed that your pretty face had been plaguing him for days on end. Right now he just wants to sleep and enjoy the warm floaty feeling that comes with a good cup of-

“Oh my god” Logan makes out the faint sound of your voice through the thin walls of the apartment.

He realized the first night he’d moved in that his bedroom was adjacent to yours when he was going to sleep and he could hear you shuffling about your bedroom.

Every night he’d hear little things, sometimes he’d hear the small sound of your music while you got ready, or he’d hear you giggling softly to someone as you spoke to them on the phone, he’d even heard a loud thud followed by an annoyed groan from you, which he could only assume was you stubbing your toe or running into something.

Logan had heard you a lot, and while most times he was too drunk or tired to ignore it, the sounds he was hearing now were….they were foreign for you. He’d never heard your voice pitched that way, high and whiny…he wondered if you were okay, were you crying?

“Fuck…fuck!”

There it was again.

It had Logan frowning as he turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he squinted a bit, straining to hear more of what was going on.

“That’s it baby…so good for me…” another voice groaned out, muffled and lower, too deep to have been your own. That, paired with a slow rhythmic thumping, and Logan wasn’t confused anymore.

You were getting fucked.

Logan tried very hard not to think about you this way, splayed out on a bed in front of him, eyes red and glossy as you beg for him to give you more, needy for any sort of attention that he'd give you. He knew that you were something he couldn't feed into...

Because he knew he'd like it too much.

Yet here you were, moaning so pretty for another fucking man with a bit of dry wall separating the two of you, and it was making Logan's head spin.

His chest swelled with different emotions, anger, annoyance, jealousy, envy.....

Lust

You sounded so fucking pretty, and as much as he hated that it was someone else making you feel that way, subjecting him to a fucking audio porno, he couldn't deny the tent that was growing in his jeans.

Logan groaned softly as he propped himself up, eyes low as he stared down at his throbbing cock through his jeans, begging to be touched, begging to take the place of the idiot that was in your bed making you moan like that.

Another loud moan rumbled through the walls, making Logan's eyes flutter shut and roll to the back of his head as he took in your noises.

He wondered how you'd sound for him, what you would say, if you would beg for him. God, you probably sounded so fucking good when you begged, so pretty, so fucking sweet for him. You were so eager for him, so eager to please, there was no doubt in Logan's mind that you would be the perfect girl for him.

You were practically begging him for it the weeks prior.

His hand made its way to his jeans, undoing his belt and popping them open before tugging his cock out, hissing softly as he laid back, head resting against the pillow as his fist wrapped around his length, slowly working on his sensitive skin as he let his mind travel to more thoughts of you as your moans sang him the symphony that matched perfectly with it.

His fist moved up and down over his length, spreading his precum as he thought about what you'd taste like, how you'd feel pressed against his tongue while he did just this. He imagined you'd taste perfect, the best pussy he's ever had if you'd ever let him.

Another string of moans makes its way into his bedroom, and it has him bucking his hands up into his fists, growing closer as he chases his orgasm to the sound of your voice.

Logan felt like a fucking pervert, stroking his cock while you were getting fucked by someone else right next door. That could have easily been him had he not fucked things up with you royally, he thought.

"Im gonna cum..." you mewl out, Logan can practically hear the pathetic little pout on your lips as you announce it, and he can't stop himself from groaning out softly as he bites back a moan in fears that you'll hear him too.

"Me too baby..." He growls out between gritted teeth.

He's fucking his hand at this point, the sounds of your moans and visions of you under him driving him closer to where he needed to go, he finally cums when he hears you moan loudly, knowing that was it. Thick ribbons of his pearly cum fly out of him, making the man sigh softly as he slowly rides out his orgasm with a few strong strokes from his hand.

Logan is old and gross and truly can't be bothered with the clean up, so he opts to grab a nearby t shirt and clean himself off before he tugs his jeans off, tosses them into the corner with the rest of his clothes and turns onto his side, pulling his pillow over his ears in fears of you and that jackass going another round while he sleeps.

He wants to sleep before embarrassment can take over, because he knows what he's done is beneath pathetic. He would much rather deal with it all in the morning.

Because despite how embarrassed he feels, he needs to orchestrate some sort of plan to speak to you.

Logan knew that getting you to talk to him was not going to be an easy feat. You ran from him any time you two ended up in the hallway together, and you made it a point to never be in the same place with him for two long.

So he had to be smart with this, and he needed a full proof way to get you to speak for him for more than a few seconds.

He figured trying to convince you as himself was a lost cause, there was no way you would even give him the time of day to ask for a bottle of water let alone talk to you about his feelings.

However, you would most definitely listen to him if he were Wade.

Now, Wade most definitely would not do this for Logan. There was no way in hell Wade would risk your feelings for that, he was way too protective over you for that. He was weary of Logan when it came to you now, and rarely brought you up unless Logan asked....

Which he did quite a bit now.

He was able to snag Wade's phone while he was taking a shower, getting ready for one of his little dates with Vanessa (they were going to meet up at a bar and then fuck the entire weekend).

Logan had limited time, because Wade was already on Rewrite the Stars off The Greatest Showman soundtrack, so he had to work fast.

He stood outside of the bathroom with the door cracked to swiftly put the phone back when he was done, the man groaning in annoyance as he clicked through Wade's endless screens of stupid games with clickbait-y ads that are designed to lure children in to find his messages.

When he finally finds them, he's quick to click the icon with a picture of you and Wade and the contact name angel baby.

Logan knew he had to put on his best Wade impression for this, so he inhales deeply before his fingers slowly tap across the screen.

me: Hey baby cakes! Wolvie's gone for the night, vanderpump at mine? Like old times?

angel baby: Hi! You sure? I don't mind doing it here!

me: I have wayyyy better drinks here. See you soon!

angel baby: fineee I'll be there after work

Logan lets out a breath he was holding for what felt like forever before he quickly slips Wade's phone back into the bathroom on the sink counter, closing the door slowly before rushing out of there to make himself seem as casual as possible.

Wade is out about twenty minutes later, a clear pep in his step. It makes Logan chuckle softly, bringing his beer to his lips as he nods towards his roommate. "Hot date tonight huh?" Logan hums out.

Wade hums softly as he nods, biting his bottom lip as he gives Logan an excited smile. "You bet I do. I am getting laid tonight buddy, I refuse to be the roommates that everyone thinks fuck...unless" his words trail off as he gives Logan a look, wiggling his eyebrows (or lack there of) as he opens his hands and gives him a little spin, shaking his ass at the end.

Logan chuckles as he puts a hand up. "Im good" He refuses before taking another sip of his beer, watching as Wade reaches down to grab a shot glass and a bottle of tequila, pouring some out for himself as he throws it back. "Liquid courage how I love you...its your loss man. I'll go give myself to a woman who actually knows how to fuck" He nods to himself before pouring out another shot, throwing it back and giving Logan a wave as he makes his way to the front door.

"See ya Monday Wolvie!" He chirps out as he leaves with a peace sign, his antics making Logan chuckle softly as his eyes drift over to the bottle off tequila.

He could use some of that with having to face you.

Logan sighs as he gets up, pouring himself a shot and throwing it back before he pours one more and throws that back before he tosses the bottle back into its reserved cupboard, moving to the couch to wait for your inevitable arrival.

knock knock knock!

It comes almost an hour later, the sound making Logans heart seize up, recognizing the familiar knock as if it were his own fucking heartbeat. He inhales deeply, stopping by a nearby mirror and checking himself out before he exhales deeply, moving to open the door.

"I'm a little late! I had to stop at the store to get the proper necessities-" Your words are cut off when you finally look up to see Logan instead of Wade, your face dropping as your mouth hangs open for a moment.

Logan want's to die just from that look in your eyes because you look fucking terrified, you even go as far as taking a step back as you give a nervous laugh.

"Oh...sorry Logan..is umm...is Wade around? He told me to come over..." You quickly explain, quickly fearing that the man will have more mean words for you for knocking on his door again.

It breaks Logan's heart because you don't have that twinkle in your eye anymore, nor do you have that excited smile on your pretty face when you see him and it makes him feel sick to his stomach.

"No he actually just left, you just missed him" He explains with a shrug and a soft apologetic smile.

You clear your throat awkwardly as you nod slowly. "Uhh...No worries! He probably had something to do....could you maybe tell him I was here when you see him? Sorry for bothering you" You mumble out before giving him a tightlipped smile and an awkward wave before you sigh, turning to leave at that.

Bothering him? God, he had really fucked up, hadn't he?

"Wait!" Logan calls out, stepping out into the hallway to catch you before you've made it into your own apartment.

You turn to face him, raising your eyebrows at the man. He groans softly as he stares at you for a moment before he looks back into the apartment, inhaling deeply as he remembered Wade's words

She's just a girl.

"I don't uh...know much about that Vanderpump thing but...I'm not busy, if you wanted someone to watch with tonight?" He sighs out sheepishly, giving you a small smile.

You stare at him for a moment, a soft frown on your lips as you clutch your snacks closer to your chest, using them as somewhat of a shield for your poor heart. You couldn't trust Logan, and you weren't sure if your heart could take anymore of the mean things that he said to you.

"You don't have to pity me or anything....I'm not a child, Logan" You explain to him, voice small and quiet as your frown deepens, your hand coming down to grip your door knob as you let out another sigh.

"Have a goodnight..." You try your best to end it, and it makes Logan groan softly as he quickly rushes towards you, putting his large hand over yours on the doorknob, stopping you from opening it further.

The sudden closeness makes your eyes widen, staring up at the man as his large hand squeezes over yours, the feeling making your heart flutter with excitement.

“I….please….let me makeup for being such a dick the last time we spoke…you deserve it” he nodded, eyes staring deeply into yours as he gives your hand one more squeeze.

You swallow nervously as you stare up at him, hating how warm you feel with him being so close, especially after he was so fucking mean to you all those weeks ago.

You sigh softly before your hand slowly falls from your doorknob, giving Logan a small nod.

“Yeah….okay” you agree with him before you look over to the opened door of his apartment, giving the man a small smile.

“Lead the way Wolvie” you tease him gently, the sound of your playful voice making Logan chuckle softly with you as he sighs in relief, leading you back to his apartment.

Logan can kiss his lucky stars over the fact that you actually agreed to coming back to the apartment with him. Wade was right when he said you’re the must understanding person on the planet.

He finds it hard to focus on the show when you’re this close to him, head resting against the back of the couch as you babysit a bag of sour patch, giggling softly whenever one of the insufferable Los Angeles characters complain about their boyfriend of their girlfriend cheating on them with someone else in their friend group.

It’s hard to focus when you’re this close to him, because he’s never been with you this way before.

You had been on Logan’s mind almost 24/7 since he first met you, and now that he had you with him alone, he didn’t know how to talk to you or how to interact with you. He felt nervous that he would open his mouth and say something stupid.

To sum it up, he was almost 200 years old yet a 20 something year old girl knew how to communicate her feelings better than he did.

You hum softly as you finally look up at him, pouting softly at how stiff the man looked in your presence. "You alright Logan? We can watch something else if you want" You hum out softly as you move to sit criss crossed on the couch, turning your body to face his.

Logan shakes his head as he reaches for the remote, knowing that he would not be able to focus with the sound of three Californian girls fighting over a man named Todd. "Let's talk for a bit....I wanna get to know you more" Logan sighed out softly as he turned to face you a bit more as well, watching as your face beams with excitement over his interest in you.

"Im an open book....what do you wanna know?" You open up as you take a sip of your beer, giving Logan a soft smile.

That was all it really took for you and Logan to actually hit it off, the mans anxiety melting away at the thought of talking to you once he realized how easy going you were. He was able to learn so much about you within the hours that you and him spoke, and before he knew it, it was almost 2 in the morning and you two had been talking since around 9.

"College sucks...Im literally either there or at the bar....its why I find nights with Wade so important" You sighed softly as you explained, your face falling as you pouted a bit.

Logan smiled fondly at you, the many easily seeing how you wore your feelings on your face, you were so expressive, so clear with how you were feeling and open with your emotions.

You truly were an open book.

Logan licked his lips as he brought his beer to his lips, taking a sip as he watched you carefully. Something burned inside of him. something that desperately wanted to grill you about what it was he heard that night through the wall, who it was you were with, if you were still seeing him or not.

"Yeah? Any time for dating then?" He hums out, pink tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips as he settles back into the couch. One of his legs were trapped along the couch, caging you in as the other rested on the floor, knee bent as his hand rested on it, legs spread right in front of you.

His question catches you off guard, eyes widening a bit as you try to register if he's asked the question that you think he asked, and if he is, does he mean it in a friendly way?

He has to, right? A man doesn't tell you that he doesn't want you just to grill you about your love life.

You inhale deeply as you try to find the right words to say, wondering how deep you should get into the current state of your love life.

You give Logan a shrug as you take a sip of your beer. "I try....my love life is in shambles though....I truly can't remember the last time I had a decent date" You frown, your words honest as you scrunch your nose in disgust as you think back to the horrible men you've dated.

Logan raises his eyebrows in disbelief at your words before he nods slowly, taking a sip of his drink before he sighs. "Mm...the things I heard through the walls would beg to differ Princess" Logan shoots back without a second thought.

Your eyes widen as you think back to a few nights ago, throwing your head back as you find yourself cringing in embarrassment over the fact that Logan had fucking heard you.

"You heard that? Logan oh my god that is....that is so disgusting on my end I am so sorry, I promise it won't happen again" You ramble, making a mental note to never fuck in your bedroom again as long as Logan was living across from you.

You were going to be having shower sex only.

Logan chuckles softly as he shakes his head, holding his hands up in defense before he speaks. "Oh no need, you sounded like you were having quite the time....don't stop on my account" He smirks at you.

Knowing that you had not the slightest inkling that he was stroking his cock to the very sound of you getting fucked.

You groan softly as you take a healthy swig of your drink, Logan watching closely before he hums out once more.

"New boyfriend?" he questions again, eyes growing darker as he uses the conversation as a gateway into more important things.

You scoff softly as you shake your head. "God no....he's just a guy from my psych class....we met at a party and he took me home and...im sure I can spare you the gory details" You giggle softly before you sigh, moving to rest your head against the back of the couch as you watch the man across from you.

Logan nods slowly, bottom lip tugged beneath his teeth as he listens to you before he speaks.

"Just a guy hum....interesting" Logan nods slowly as he tosses back the rest of his beer before he sets the empty bottle down on the coffee table in front of the both of you, strong hands resting along his denim clad thighs, eyes never leaving yours.

"Forgot about me already baby?" he drawls out, voice low and gruff, dripping with lust as he watches you closely for your reaction.

His tone and words make you perk up, breath hitching in your throat as you face the man completely. His words shoot straight down to your core, making you swallow back a whine as you stare at him with a dumfounded expression.

"I....Logan..." You sigh out softly, your hands resting on your knees and balling into fists as you physically try to stop yourself from doing something you knew you couldn't do.

Logan chuckles softly as he shrugs. "It's true....you forgot all about me princess....it's okay though, I deserve it don't I?" he questions, watching as you silently watch him from across the couch.

When you don't answer, he's quick to pull it out of you. "Answer me baby" His demand makes you flinch softly and you quickly nod before you respond.

"Yeah...you did deserve it..." You agree with him.

Logan nods with you, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches you. "I did...was so mean to you and you were just being the sweetest thing to me..." He hums softly, watching as you slowly grow softer for him with every word he spoke.

"It's alright baby....did he at least make you cum? I heard you, you know....when you said you were there? sounded so pretty...." He groans softly, a prominent tent forming in his jeans at the mere thought of your moans.

He's shocked when he hears a tiny one leave your lips, your eyes shooting down to his growing cock. It makes him smirk softly, pride filling his chest as he moves his hand down to palm himself before he nods at you.

"Eyes up here baby...thats it..." He nods slowly when he finally has his eyes back on yours.

"Now...answer my question" He urges you once more, his voice deliciously low and gravely, the sound making you squirm in your spot on the couch.

You inhale deeply before you shake your head. "I faked it..." You mumble under your breath, fighting the embarrassment that threatened to creep up your spine.

Logan felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

Because not only were you here with him, but that idiot that got the chance to be with you couldn't even make you cum properly...which only left more room for him to come in and do the job properly.

"You poor thing....I was afraid of that..." He groaned softly before he pat his hand along his lap, calling you over to him.

"C'mere peach...let daddy show you how a real man is supposed to make you feel..." He hummed out softly.

It was all you needed to come crawling over to him like a bitch in heat.

You moaned softly once you were settled down in his lap, either one of your plush thighs straddling his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as you stared down at him with needy eyes, bottom lip tugged between your teeth.

Logan groaned softly, strong hands coming down to grip your waist, tugging you closer as he leaned in, pressing his nose against your collar bone and growling at how fucking good you smelled.

"Atta girl....go on then baby, give daddy a kiss..." He ordered once more.

You wasted no time in pressing your lips to his, moaning softly into his mouth as you tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck.

You're so...fucking sweet, and sugary, and the dulcet sounds of your moans drives Logan absolutely insane, the older man gripping your waist tightly as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, tainting you for anyone who ever dares to kiss you after he has.

Logan groans into the kiss when he feels you rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your pussy against his bulge.

"Needy huh? Want daddy to help you baby? Yeah?" He groans out, your forehead resting against his as you nod, breathing heavily as you continue grinding down onto his bulge.

Logan chuckles softly as he nods, his hand going around your middle before he flips you around, tugging you down so that your back is pressed against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as he hums softly.

His hands trail down your body slowly, the little top you have on has a tie at the front, one that if Logan so much as flicks, will come undone. It makes him smirk softly as he takes one of the strings between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging at it slowly until your boobs bounce free, making him hiss softly.

"Fuck, look at that....such a pretty girl...." His hands look so rough along your soft skin, calloused fingers running along either one of your tits, cupping and massaging them delicately before he brings your nipples into his finger, twisting them slightly before he goes back to cupping them all over again.

You're so sensitive, so responsive to his touch. Your hand goes up to cup your hand over his thats working on your boobs, your hips bucking up into nothing as your other hand goes up and around Logan to hold onto his head.

"Logan...please..." You moan softly, your words making Logan smirk softly as he nods, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"Im here baby....just enjoying all of you first" He explains before his hands go down your body.

Soon enough, he's unbuttoning your denim jeans, one of his hands coming up to raise your hips as he tugs them off your legs with your panties in one swift move before tossing them somewhere else in the living room.

Logan lets out a low gasp when his neck cranes down against your shoulder to look down at the mess between your legs, his strong hands creeping down to where you need him the most, your own hands pressing against his thigh.

"Fuck princess....so wet already....all this for me?" He hums out softly.

Either of his hands go down between your legs, pressing right against either one of your lips as he massages you softly, the feeling making your eyes roll back as your head falls against Logan's shoulder.

He smirks softly, his head coming down to attach his lips to your neck as one of his hands comes up to hold your hips down, pressing you flush against his body whilst the other starts rubbing your clit slowly.

"Such a good girl...letting daddy apologize for being so mean...thats it baby...fuck...thats it...." He urges you on further as his skilled fingers slowly works on your clit, your moans like music to his ears as he gives you exactly what you needed.

"Daddy...im....fuck....don't stop" You whine softly, gripping his wrist as he continues playing with your pussy, the feeling making your eyes roll. You're damn near drooling and all the man is doing is rubbing your clit for you.

It makes Logan chuckle softly, his fingers speeding up as his lips unlatch from your neck so he's able to look down at you, not wanting to miss the fucked out state of bliss written all over your face that's coming to you all because of him.

"Come on baby....cum all over your daddy's fingers, give it to me princess" He growls, picking up the pace as he begins grinding his hard on into your ass from behind, matching the way your hips roll to chase the rhythm of his fingers.

You're squirming so much at this point, a moaning mess as Logan holds you down by your hip, forcing you to take what he gives you, not giving you the chance to run away from the pleasure he so desperately wants to give to you.

"Oh my god! Im gonna fu-ahhh!" You moan loudly, back arching off of Logans chest as you cum hard all over his fingers.

Logan moans with you, watching in awe as you become a puddle of nothing but moans and gasps as you come down from your high, his fingers working slowly on your swollen pussy as your arousal drools out onto his fingers, forcing them to slip around and lose their place as he works on you.

"That's a good girl...thats daddy's good fucking girl....thats it....im right here baby...daddys gotchu" He praises you, soft whines and moans leaving your lips as his rough hands move from your pussy to instead run along your body, holding you, massaging you, making it known that he was indeed there with you.

It takes a few minutes for you to catch your breath properly, when you do, you finally feel Logans very large bulge pressing into your ass.

He's too busy pressing kisses along your throat and jaw, working his way up to your cheek and the corner of your lips to make sure you were there with him and comfortable.

"Logan..." You mumble softly before you roll your hips down against his cock, your eyes locking with his as you stare up at him with a needy glint in yours.

Logan raises his eyebrows at your actions, holding onto your hips as he guides you to grind down onto his lap.

"You want daddy's cock baby? Is that it?" He questions, his words alone making you moan softly as you nod, your hand coming up and tugging his head down to press against your lips.

"Please fuck me daddy..." You moan against him, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you swallow his groans.

He nods against you, silently reaching between the two of you to undo the button to his jeans and pulling his cock out, tongue playing with yours as he sits you both up a bit before he grabs both of your thighs, lifting you up and making you gasp softly.

"Don't worry princess...Daddy's got you..." he assures you before he slowly sinks you down onto his cock.

Both of you moan softly in unison, his length filling you up completely, making your eye roll back as as he settles you down onto his lap.

"Logan...L-Lo...you're so big...fuck" You gasp out, struggling to even form words properly as Logan's arms wraps around your waist, holding you close against his chest as he slowly starts to fuck up into you.

"You can take it baby...fuck...such a tight little pussy...so fuckin' good for me...takin' me so well angel" Logan growled against you, lips pressed against your back as he found a steady rhythm in fucking you.

You're a moaning mess. Logan is so big, and he fills you up so well, better than anyone ever has, and it makes you feel like you'll fucking cry because of how good it feels.

Logan growls every time your pussy tightens around him, wrapping him up and keeping him so warm. He’s forgotten how fucking good it feels to be this close to someone, hearing such pretty moans….

Logan thinks he could get used to this….

Logan thinks he could get used to you.

“Come on baby….give it to me…cum all over my fuckin cock” He urges you, wanting nothing more than to feel your pretty pussy spasm on his length.

You gasp softly, struggling to hold your head up as he defiles you from down below, making a mess of your pussy as he pounds into you like a wild fucking animal, the feeling foreign to anything you’ve ever experienced for. He’s like a machine, and his skilled cock as your head spinning.

“Daddy…daddy I…I can’t…you’re gonna make me cum-“ your words are cut off by just that, a loud shriek ripping through your lungs as you cum hard all over Logan’s cock just like he asked of you.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl, fuck yeah…you want Daddy to cum inside you baby? Yeah? Want Daddy to fill up this pretty pussy?” He growls out, his own eyes fluttering shut at the mere thought of cumming inside your pussy, filling you up and making him as your own.

You’re nodding like an idiot, all dumb and cock drunk as the pleasure fades and the overstimulation takes place, making your mind fuzzy and the world around you dull, the only thing you’re able to focus on being Logan.

“Please…want you to cum inside Daddy….wanna be yours” you moan out softly, your eyes rolling back as you allow Logan to continue fucking up into you mercilessly, turning your brain into mush with every thrust.

“All mine baby…all Daddy’s…fuck…that’s it baby…let daddy fill up this little pussy….fuckfuckfuck” Logan growls out, his moans strangled as he pulls you down roughly onto his lap, his cock twitching with every spurt of cum, painting your insides with his seed as his large hands press your sweaty body flush against his.

You both sit there like that for quite a while, his hands massaging your skin, thumbs rubbing small circles into your abdomen as you both try to catch your breath, the come down sucking all of the energy out of both of you while you enjoy the warmth of being connected to one another.

After a moment passes, you’re finally the one to break the silence, a gentle smirk on your face as you turn around a bit to face Logan.

“So….I guess it’s safe to say I am your type of girl after all?” You tease the man as you recall the words he’d said to you all those weeks ago.

It makes Logan groan softly as he cringes at himself, finally giving in and resting his chin against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he nods.

“Yeah….I guess you are princess…”

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I Love You, It's Ruining My Life

Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Female MC)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (profanity, smut, adult themes), all characters are adults Words: 16,004 Themes: ex-lovers, rekindled romance, failed marriages, unhappy marriages, post-Hogwarts, adulthood, cheating, infidelity, jealousy, pregnancy, mild violence, language, smut, happy ending

Summary: You were supposed to be happily married to your handsome and successful husband. You most certainly were not supposed to think about your ex-boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow. After all, it's been five years since you broke up amid your graduation from Hogwarts. But when your husband surprises you with the announcement you're moving to Feldcroft, you despair over your new neighbors.

Notes: This was obviously inspired by Taylor Swift's "Fortnight." I debated with myself about including any smut with this, so I wrote it in such a way that you, the reader, can choose. Part I is the story. Part II is a smutty epilogue, which you can skip if you'd like. Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Part I: Turned Into Good Neighbors

“Darling? Are you home?”

You looked up from your novel at the sound of your husband’s voice calling from the kitchen. It was a quarter past 6 p.m. and you made a mental note that he was an hour late.

“In here,” you called, ensuring your tone didn’t expose your annoyance. He was a good man, you told yourself, and he worked long, hard hours to provide you with a nice life.

“Ah, there you are,” Oliver said as he appeared in the doorway. You smiled up at him as he approached to plant a kiss on your forehead, his usual greeting. The next step in this routine was for you to ask him how his day went, and then he’d sit down and tell you everything he did at work for the next 20 minutes.

But today was different, and while you usually welcomed change, this was a bigger surprise than you had bargained for.

“I have news,” Oliver declared. You decided his gaze looked more excited than concerned, so the tense manner in which your posture had straightened relaxed, but just slightly.

“News?” you repeated. “What is it?”

“I bought us a new cottage,” Oliver revealed excitedly. You couldn’t help but blink at him.

“A new cottage?”

“Yes, in a quaint little hamlet in the Highlands,” Oliver said. “Far away from the bustle of the city.”

“And we’re going to live there?” you asked.

“Aye, we are,” Oliver said. “I can simply floo to the Ministry for work every day. And we can apparate or floo back here to London any time we want.”

He spoke as if it were the most simple, obvious decision in the world, but your stomach twisted into knots.

“We’re moving to the Highlands,” you repeated. The faint twitch in Oliver’s jaw indicated he was growing annoyed with the way you were repeating his words, but you were having a difficult time processing such a significant revelation.

London had been your home for the past five years, two of which you spent living with Oliver in your home together. Though city living wasn’t your dream, you’d established your roots there with friends and a life that kept you occupied. The Scottish Highlands would be vastly different from this life, especially since you hadn’t been there since your Hogwarts days.

“Look, I know this is sudden and that I’ve surprised you,” Oliver said, his tone steady and gentle. “But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’ve always said London doesn’t suit you and that you miss the Highlands. Now’s our chance to take advantage of that. It’s a perfect opportunity.”

It was true, you missed the Highlands. They were nostalgic to you, a reminder of your years as a student. Your life had been defined and shaped by the adventures you had across the Highlands’ hamlets, the good and the bad. You missed the people, the peace, the picturesque landscape and the slower pace of it all.

But you hadn’t asked to move there. You didn’t tell your husband you were intent on leaving your perfectly content life to buy a new home and make new friends.

“The cottage is lovely,” Oliver continued boastfully. “Or at least it will be. I got a fantastic deal on it because it requires some minor repairs and renovations. We’ll be able to put our own personal touch on it.”

You didn’t want to fight with Oliver. Your marriage had been rocky, to put it lightly, and the two of you were presently in a good place. You hadn’t had a fight in weeks, and it made you hopeful that your turbulent days were behind you.

So in order to keep the peace, you flashed a smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes. After all, Oliver was the one working to create a life for you both, together.

“It sounds lovely,” you said. “Which hamlet is it?”

“A brilliant little place to the south of Hogwarts,” Oliver said proudly. “Feldcroft.”

One month later

The spring air felt clean and refreshing against your skin the moment you emerged from the floo flames. It was a stark contrast to the heavy, dirty London air that clouded your lungs and made your eyes occasionally burn.

It was new, yet so familiar, you instantly felt the memories beginning to stir. You gazed around the hamlet, which looked largely unchanged since the last time you visited years back. Some of the cottages looked older, worn by time and the harsh, salty sea air that carried in from the coast. Other buildings were new, including a row of three small shops that hadn’t been there before.

The wood lookout tower was still there, looking weathered and rickety now. The recollection of the first time you visited Feldcroft surged immediately.

You flew there from Hogwarts when you were fifteen on a quiet Saturday morning to visit your friend, Sebastian, and his sister, Anne. The events of that first day remained vivid, but not as sharp or as provoking as the events that occurred the last day you were there.

You could still remember the smell of the Feldcroft catacombs, damp and deadly. You could hear the raucous echoes of spells ricocheting off the walls, the hiss of the inferi that circled you, and the cries of despair when Anne Sallow found her uncle’s body. You could still see the blinding green light that erupted from Sebastian’s wand the moment he changed everything.

“Darling?”

Oliver’s voice yanked you from your memories. The thoughts had left you winded, your palms sweaty and your mouth dry.

“Sorry, what?” you asked, turning to meet Oliver’s concerned gaze.

“I said, are you ready? Our cottage is just this way.”

“Oh, right. Of course. Sorry, I was just… feeling nostalgic,” you laughed, flashing a smile for good measure.

“Ah, I’ll bet,” Oliver said as he offered you his arm to guide you through the hamlet. He began rattling off every fact he could find about Feldcroft and its history, as if you weren’t well versed in the events that had happened there during your teenage years, as if you didn’t have your own history with the town.

But as he rambled, you could feel your heart beginning to pound in your chest as that particular cottage came into view. You swallowed as it drew nearer, your eyes scanning it carefully for signs of life.

It was mostly unchanged from the last time you saw it. Flower boxes hung from the windows now and you noticed a row of pink rose bushes in the front. There were new wood shutters flanking the windows and the door was painted a deep shade of green.

It looked lovely as ever, but the memories tied to it clouded your head with dread.

“Are- are we nearly there?” you asked, interrupting Oliver’s explanation of the hamlet’s first inhabitants.

“Just about,” he replied. “It’s just ahead, over there.”

Panic surged through your body, rising in your chest and blooming through your limbs as you realized how close you were coming to that cottage. Your feet suddenly felt as if they were carrying lead, the thud of each step reverberating in your brain.

“That one, right there,” Oliver said, gesturing toward your cottage as you passed the well at the center of town.

No. No way. Surely, not.

But Oliver steered you closer and closer until that cottage was in front of you. You passed it, your heart slamming in your chest as you snuck a glance toward the front window, before Oliver stopped outside the cottage next door.

“Here we are!” he said happily. “Home sweet home!”

You recognized this cottage, too. It belonged to a nice vendor named Bernard Ndiyae back when you were fifteen. It appeared worn down now, clearly having been vacant for years, but it looked cozy.

“Well?” Oliver’s voice said in your ear as you realized he had been watching you closely for a reaction. “What do you think?”

You made a careful point not to glance at the home next door, its rose bushes threatening you with thorns in spite of their beauty. Instead, you smiled up at Oliver and squeezed his hand.

“It’s perfect.”

---

The cottage certainly did need work, but thanks to some useful conjuration and transfiguration spells you learned from Professor Weasley, you had the house looking like a home in no time.

The fireplace now crackled with warmth thanks to repairs to the cracked chimney, the dusty wood floors were restored to a fresh gleam, and the kitchen was clean and functional.

You spent your first three days decidedly confined inside the cottage, working to put your own touches on the interior. It was necessary work, not just for the sake of your home, but for the preservation of your sanity.

You didn’t dare go outside. You didn’t even cast a peek out the window toward the next door neighbor’s house. Not until one morning, four days after you moved in, to begin your work on fixing the cottage’s exterior.

Oliver had taken a few days off from work to help with the house, which you appreciated. He had been putting in 10-hour work days, so you enjoyed his company while you had it.

That morning, he badgered you to join him outside so the two of you could decide what to do with the landscaping and garden, and what color to paint the front door. You begrudgingly agreed, blaming your allergies when Oliver called you out on your reluctance.

When you stepped outside, you couldn’t help but appreciate the warmth of the sunlight that seemed to breathe new life into you after spending days inside that dusty house.

But your euphoria was quickly quashed by the sound of splashing water.

“Oh! Hello!” a cheery voice said from the direction you had been desperate to avoid.

You held your breath as you turned to the source, your gaze falling on a pretty blonde woman who was watering the rose bushes in front of thatcottage. She appeared to be about your same age, though she was noticeably shorter and very pregnant.

“Hello,” Oliver said, making long, quick strides toward the short fence separating your homes as he kept one hand gently placed at the small of your back.

“Welcome!” the woman said, the high pitch of her voice already grating on your nerves. She smiled warmly at you, but something about her gaze unsettled you. “We were wondering when we’d get to meet our new neighbors. I’m Wendy.”

You and Oliver introduced yourselves as Wendy finished watering her roses. “I’m afraid my husband’s at work,” Wendy continued. “But you’ll meet him soon enough.”

Soon enough. You couldn’t be certain, but somehow you just knew you wouldn’t need an introduction.

“Have you lived here long?” you asked carefully.

“Oh, I’ve only lived here for a couple of years, since we got married,” Wendy explained. “But my husband has lived here since he was a boy. He inherited the cottage from his late uncle.”

The air immediately left your lungs and you began racking your brain for any excuse to retreat inside your cottage and never leave again. Better yet, an excuse to leave Feldcroft and never return again.

Instead, Oliver took control of the conversation to sing Feldcroft’s places and to dote his historical knowledge on Wendy, who appeared too polite to not listen.

How could this possibly happen? How did you end up back here, in this hamlet where your history was tainted by some of your worst memories? How did you end up living next door to the boy who had dragged you to Hell and back, only to clip your wings when you thought you’d reached Heaven? Most important, how were you ever going to possibly face him again?

It would be inevitable and anything but easy. It never was with him.

“You two will have to come over for dinner soon,” Wendy continued. “Sebastian would love to meet you.”

There it was. That name. His name. It wasn’t easy to hear it five years ago and it wasn’t easy now. Sure, you’d moved on and were perfectly content with the life you’d built with the husband you loved, but the past, those memories, still twisted your stomach into knots that left you winded.

There was something about the notion that he had moved on too that produced a pang in your chest that left you stricken by guilt and shame. Of course he moved on. He was the one who ended things with you, citing your different paths in life as you prepared for your futures outside of Hogwarts. That reason hadn’t been good enough for you, but you knew holding a grudge against your teenage boyfriend was senseless and unbecoming.

Now, you’d be living next door to him and his beautiful wife who seemed to radiate in ways you never could. Of course he found someone who was the epitome of human sunshine, a staggering contradiction to you. You were intense, prone to moody bouts of cynicism and warring convictions. You weren’t the type to light up a room or charm your way into the hearts of all who crossed your path. You were a lot, yet it seemed Sebastian had found someone who managed to be much more, but in all the right ways.

But propriety was important and you had a husband who was trying to make you happy. He bought you this cottage with the hope of returning you to a world you once loved, though you knew it was also his ploy to silence all of your recent arguments.

So instead of hexing Wendy Sallow into the next century, you forced a kind smile.

“That’d be lovely,” you said, your voice taking on a sickly sweet pitch of too much enthusiasm. “Please let me know if I can bring anything.”

“Wonderful,” Wendy cooed. “Well, I should get inside. Time to start working on dinner.”

She bid you farewell and you watched as she retreated inside that cottage that had once welcomed you. Even several months pregnant, she moved with a level of dainty grace that made your lip curl. You wanted to drown her in a lake.

“Well, she seems nice,” Oliver commented once she was gone. You nodded silently. “It’s nice to know our neighbors are friendly people. Perhaps we’ll be able to get to know them more.”

“Perhaps,” you said, praying your steady tone would drown out the silent screams ringing inside your skull.

---

Despite the tension you felt every time you stepped outside your cottage, you couldn’t help but ease into a comforting routine in Feldcroft. It was peaceful there, and the inhabitants lived at a much more pleasant pace than bustling London. You liked it there, but you also hadn’t run into the reason you’d avoided the hamlet in the first place.

One morning, you visited the store to pick up some items for dinner while Oliver was at work. It was warm outside and you enjoyed a slow stroll home with your groceries, the scent of spring easing your posture.

As you reached your front door, you fumbled in your pockets for your keys when a familiar voice greeted you.

“Hello.”

You froze. Did he realize it was you? Was there time to scurry inside your cottage before he figured it out? Perhaps you could apparate on the spot and never return.

It was all so deranged. You were a hero at one point in your life. You saved Hogwarts during a goblin rebellion, not to mention the countless creatures you freed from poachers and the dark wizards you defeated. You were anything but a coward, but one stupid man made you that way.

Slowly, you lifted your head to turn and meet his gaze. He froze, too, as you watched the recognition settle in his eyes.

“Hello, Sebastian,” you said quietly. There was no edge to your tone, nor was there any fondness. You were simply greeting him as cordial neighbors do.

If you hadn’t been wondering if you were going to be sick on your own front steps, you might have actually taken glee in Sebastian’s reaction. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, the color drained from his freckled cheeks as he struggled for words.

“I… you… It’s you,” he finally managed. You pressed your tongue into the roof of your mouth to stifle a snort. How very unromantic it all felt after all these years – you, fumbling your house keys and Sebastian, void of any coherent sentences. The two of you seemed as awkward and unrefined as your 15-year-old selves.

“It’s me,” you replied, and you couldn’t help but offer him a smile.

You knew this moment was coming, so you had spent the past week mentally preparing for it. You vowed to endure it with dignity. No hard feelings, no familiar longing or spite. You were going to handle it with class and poise, the way you always took care of business. That’s all this was anyway, right? It wasn’t personal. You and Sebastian hadn’t been personal in years. You were neighbors now, and neighborly relations could be handled as strictly business.

You tried not to stare too long. He was still youthful, but his boyish features had sharpened into handsome angles. You could see traces of stubble casting a faint shadow along his jawline, which was more defined. His skin remained freckled and his hair was still disheveled, an indication that the same Sebastian still lingered inside him.

“You’re my new neighbor?” he asked, still looking alarmed.

“I’m afraid so.”

An anguishing silence fell between you, but you were determined to force him to speak first. Maybe it was immature and petty, but you had decided to let Sebastian determine how far your new relationship as neighbors would go.

“My wife… my wife told me she met the new neighbors but she didn’t mention names,” Sebastian continued. “She didn’t mention it was anyone I knew.”

“I figured I’d let you decide if she needed to know that information,” you said simply. It was true. It wasn’t your place to reveal your past with Sebastian. He should be the one to tell Wendy, if he even wanted to. “If you’d rather pretend we’ve only just met, I’ll fully understand,” you added.

Sebastian couldn’t begin to compute how to relay your connection to Wendy – he was still stuck on the fact you were even there in the first place.

“How… why…” he started. Even after all these years, you could read him.

“My husband,” you answered without waiting on him to ask questions. “He bought this cottage without telling me. Wanted to get out of London. I had no idea until he brought me here.”

Sebastian didn’t respond as he mulled over your words, clearly unsure of what to say. His eyes were determinedly avoiding you, as if looking at you would expose all your shared secrets to everyone in Feldcroft.

“Your wife is lovely,” you offered in an attempt to facilitate the conversation.

“Oh. Yes, she is,” Sebastian mumbled stupidly.

“When is your baby due?”

“Two months.”

“Is it your first child?”

“Yes.”

Another silence emerged and you couldn’t help but eye Sebastian with the faintest air of amusement. The Sebastian you had known could rarely keep his mouth shut. This Sebastian seemed unable to speak in complete sentences.

“Look,” you said, your tone shifting to something much more pointed and serious. “I know this is bizarre. Believe me, I would never have agreed to move here had I known. But maybe we can both just pretend like the past doesn’t exist and get a fresh start.” Sebastian frowned but said nothing in protest, so you continued. “My husband doesn’t know anything about us - our past. He only knows that I used to spend time in Feldcroft during my Hogwarts days. We don’t have to tell them. We can be strangers turned neighbors.”

Still no response from Sebastian. His abnormal silence was making you nervous, yet annoyed. After all this time and all he had put you through, surely the least he could do was acknowledge your words with civility.

Finally, his eyes met yours, though they were difficult to read.

“It’s good to see you,” he said, sending you deeper into your unsettled state. “I-I’ve always wondered how you were doing, how you ended up.”

You weren’t prepared for that. Though he was likely just being polite, you hadn’t expected him to admit to thinking about you.

“I’m doing just fine,” you said, unsure who you were trying to convince. “Looks like you are as well.”

Sebastian nodded carefully. “You said you came from London. Are you… did you end up becoming an auror?”

The question was innocent enough, but it made your stomach twist and your eyes drop to the ground in shame. “No,” you said, taking care to keep your tone neutral. “I didn’t.”

“Oh.”

“What about you? I remember you wanting to be a curse breaker.”

Sebastian nodded. “I was in Egypt for a year, now I travel for work, mostly curse breaking cases within a hundred-mile radius.”

Despite your past differences and old wounds, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for him. He had been so remorseful for the mistakes he made during your fifth year, you were happy to see his success in spite of it all.

“And Anne?”

“She’s still with us,” Sebastian said with a faint smile. “She lives at a care facility owned and operated by St. Mungo’s. They keep her comfortable there and she’s made good friends.”

“And Ominis?”

“Still the same old Ominis.” You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of your mutual friend. “He works at the Ministry. Part of the Wizengamot.”

“Ominis, a purveyor of justice? How original,” you quipped.

Sebastian barked a laugh, the sound beckoning you with nostalgia. “I reckon Ominis felt the need to make up for… well, you know,” he said.

Of course you knew. You and Ominis covered for Sebastian when he killed his uncle. It was you who had convinced Ominis not to turn Sebastian in, and Ominis in turn convinced Anne to protect her brother.

“Good for him,” you said, still smiling at the thought of Ominis Gaunt sitting in court. It certainly suited him. It also made you miss him.

You had tried to maintain your friendship with Ominis beyond your seventh year, but it became collateral damage as your turbulent relationship with Sebastian splintered.

“Your husband,” Sebastian finally said. “Is… is he home?”

“Oliver. His name is Oliver. He’s at work,” you answered. “He works for the Ministry as well. In the Department of International Magical Cooperation.”

Sebastian tilted his head. “I’m surprised Wendy didn’t recognize him,” he said. “She works at the Ministry as a receptionist, though she mainly just sees Ministry visitors, not employees.”

“Oliver comes and goes a lot,” you said with a shrug. “They have him traveling quite a bit.”

“Makes sense.”

You could feel the conversation reaching a conclusion, or at least you hoped that was the case. Sebastian’s eyes continued to linger on you and you prayed he blamed your red cheeks on the sun.

When several moments ticked by with no spoken words, you cleared your throat.

“Well, I’d better get this food inside,” you said, hoping your tone sounded more pleasant than nauseous.

“Right.” Sebastian shifted from one foot to the other, his hands shoved inside his pockets. “Er, I’ll see you around then.”

“Sure, see you around, Sebastian. It was, um, nice to meet you.”

“Right. Nice to meet you, too.”

Once you were inside your cottage, you slammed the door shut, your back pressed against it to catch your breath, your satchel of groceries forgotten on the floor.

Seeing him shouldn’t affect you like this. You were married. He was married. You shouldn’t feel a thing toward him, not after five years and the pain he inflicted on you during your breakup.

You should hate him.

By the time Oliver arrived home, you were in a sour mood, annoyed he was late again and mentally drained from your reunion with Sebastian. The dinner you made had grown cold from waiting for Oliver, leaving you to pick at your plate void of any appetite.

Oliver could sense the tension but tactfully chose to keep to himself. After dinner, he retired to his office to read, leaving you to clear the table.

What you really needed was to clear your mind.

Still fuming over Oliver’s tardiness, you flicked your wand to send the dinner dishes sailing toward the sink where they clattered audibly. Without acknowledging your husband, you pulled a sweater on and slipped outside, the door shutting behind you with a quiet creak.

You knew exactly where you were headed. It was the same place you and Sebastian frequented as teenagers to watch the stars when you were bored at night. You climbed the lookout tower, only slightly wary of the way it creaked and groaned beneath your footsteps to the top. When you reached it, you froze.

“Sebastian?”

“Heard you coming,” he replied. “Thought it might be you.”

“Oh. Sorry. I’ll go-”

“Stay,” he said quietly. “I assume you need to clear your mind about something. That’s the only reason anyone comes up here anymore.”

“I… yeah,” was all you could manage.

Sebastian gestured to a wood crate that sat opposite him. Years earlier, the two of you would sit on the floor of the tower, your legs dangling over the ledge as you gazed across the Feldcroft region’s landscape.

Your eyes scanned the view for the first time in years. Dusk was darkening the sky, but the scene appeared mostly unchanged. It comforted you, despite the unsettling company sitting across from you.

Neither of you said anything at first. What could you possibly say? You squirmed in your seat, silently willing Sebastian to be the first to break the silence. It was torture, because you wanted to be angry at him; instead, you were merely desperate to talk to him.

“What are you really doing here?” he finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Did your husband really just surprise you with a cottage in Feldcroft and force you to pack up and move here?”

You frowned at him, anxious that he might believe that you moved there for him. But you were also afraid to tell him the truth, to spill your personal troubles so quickly after your reunion.

“He really did,” you sighed. “But I suspect he has ulterior motives than simply trying to make me happy.”

It was Sebastian’s turn to frown. “Isn’t that what a husband is supposed to do – make his wife happy?”

“Is that what you do?”

“Of course.”

How lucky for Wendy.

“Well, I suppose he just wanted an escape from London,” you finally said with a shrug, prompting another lengthy silence.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” Sebastian suddenly said. When you looked up, you noticed he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, his eyes had fallen on something distant, likely nothing in particular at all.

“Trust me, neither can I,” you breathed with a faint chuckle.

“I can’t believe it’s already been five years since we graduated and since we... broke up.”

“Feels like yesterday in many ways, yet also feels like a lifetime ago,” you said simply.

Sebastian finally turned his gaze to you, studying you with a curiosity that made you straighten your posture and hold your breath.

“So what have you been up to then?” he asked. “You mentioned you’re not an auror, so what are you?”

Your face fell. How could you possibly answer that with any dignity? The truth was shameful and, knowing Sebastian, he’d be disappointed in you. But you married Oliver, not Sebastian, and your husband’s opinion mattered more.

“I’m… not much of anything,” you finally admitted. There was no use lying to Sebastian. “I don’t work. Oliver takes care of me.” Sebastian hummed a response that ignited your defenses. “What?” you demanded rather sharply.

“Nothing,” Sebastian replied simply. “I’m just surprised, is all. You never struck me as the housewife type.”

“And why not?”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Sebastian chuckled. “Wendy’s probably going to quit her reception job and stay home once the baby arrives. The hours can be erratic and she doesn't like the work. It’s just… you always struck me as being different.”

“Different how?”

Sebastian shrugged. “You were the only person I’d ever met who was more stubborn and daring than me,” he answered. “You were always off on some adventure, saving or helping someone in need. You could never sit still and relax. You were always keen to use your magic for good. Just surprises me to hear you prefer to stay home.”

You bit your tongue. It wasn’t that you preferred to be a housewife. You wanted to become an auror, to do exactly what Sebastian had said - to use your ancient magic for good and to prevent more dark wizards from hurting anyone else. You had been well on your way, too. The Ministry had accepted your application to its auror division, but then you met Oliver.

Oliver preferred you to stay home and allow him to take care of you. He promised you invitations to elite social events and that you’d never have to worry about finances, not that you cared about those things. When you told him you wanted to work, he gave you an ultimatum, and you were in no place to turn down such a favorable marriage prospect.

You’d be more willing to stay home if you had children to take care of, but it wasn’t until after your wedding that Oliver made it clear he wasn’t interested in starting a family. You were crushed by the revelation, but clung to hope that someday he’d change his mind.

“Staying home just works better for Oliver and me,” you said quietly. You were afraid to meet Sebastian’s gaze, because you knew he’d see through that excuse. That was the terrifying, yet thrilling part of being near Sebastian – he read you like the hundreds of books in his collection.

“But you’d rather be working,” Sebastian said carefully.

“Of course. You can take the woman from the duel, but you can’t take the duel out of the woman.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk. Merlin, that smirk was still there and it still made your insides melt.

“Why don’t you tell him you want to work?” he asked.

“Why don’t you mind your business?” you retorted. Your eyes widened the moment the words left your lips. Horrified at your lapse in decorum, you hastily apologized.

But this was Sebastian, and he knew your true wit and grit better than anyone. He barked a laugh. “I knew that scrappy spirit was still in there somewhere,” he said, his tone carrying an old fondness that made your heart ache.

But you couldn’t allow Sebastian to reel you back in, even if he wasn’t trying to do so. He had hurt you and you’d likely never forget it.

Sure, you recovered from the heartbreak, but you still remembered the way it made you feel. That memory dictated every relationship you had since Sebastian, including your decision to marry Oliver. You chose the safe bet, the one that wouldn’t make you feel that level of heartache ever again.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you snapped. “At least not anymore.”

Sebastian flinched at your tone. “I suppose that’s true,” he said with a frown. “And I suppose I deserve your hostility.”

“I’m not hostile-”

“It’s okay,” Sebastian cut you off with the wave of a hand. “I know I didn’t treat you all that great back then. I messed up bad and I’ve never forgiven myself for it.”

You paused, taken aback by his vulnerable admission. You hadn’t expected that from him, not when you’d only reconnected hours ago. You had assumed he had spent the past five years without giving you another thought.

“It’s not something worth fretting over,” you finally said, hoping your tone was gentler. “I mean, it all worked out in the end for the both of us, right?”

“Right,” Sebastian agreed, his eyes returning to the distant landscape. “But still, you didn’t deserve the way I treated you, or the way I broke things off.”

“Sebastian, we were eighteen,” you said, your lighthearted tone betraying the hurt you’d carried inside your chest for five years. “We were both young and dumb. A relationship like that was always going to be fleeting.”

“Still, I’ve never felt good about how we left things and I’m sorry for it. I've missed you terribly.”

It felt like something in the atmosphere had shifted, like that apology had been the missing piece to the puzzle of your past five years. But the weight that should have lifted off your shoulders pressed down harder when Sebastian’s gaze met yours again. His apology should have set you free with closure and loosened the ties that bound you to your past. Instead, it made you long for it.

“You don’t need to apologize, but I appreciate it,” you said, offering him a reassuring smile. “And I must say, this is the strangest second chance fate has ever handed me.”

“Too true,” Sebastian laughed. “It’d be a shame to waste it.”

You swallowed, willing yourself to have the strength to forgive Sebastian and the resolve to allow him back into your life, even just as your next door neighbor.

“Then we won’t,” you said confidently. “It would be nice to have a friend in Feldcroft… again.”

Sebastian’s signature smirk returned as he appeared relieved by the olive branch you’d extended. “Hopefully this time around we’ll have a little less death and destruction.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?” you teased. “What’s a few more ruined lives?”

---

In the weeks that followed, you and Oliver settled nicely into life in Feldcroft. You found ways to keep yourself busy while he was at work and the other villagers eventually grew to recognize and greet you as one of their own.

You also became friendly with Sebastian and Wendy, though the sight of them together made your eyes darken and your stomach lurch.

You came to understand their routine, too. Sebastian would disappear for work, sometimes for several days at a time, leaving Wendy to tend to the cottage and water her stupid rose bushes when she returned home from work in the evenings. Sometimes she'd stop you for a chat, asking you about your day. You couldn't help but feel judged for the way you'd tell her about your trips to the store or the long walks you'd take. You wondered if she judged you for being a housewife, though she never made any disparaging remarks. Still, it made you want to poison her stupid rose bushes.

It wasn’t fair, the way you longed for her demise, and you knew it. Wendy seemed like a perfectly nice woman who had simply been lucky enough to win Sebastian over. The important thing was that she made Sebastian happy, or so you assumed. You couldn’t imagine they’d be expecting a child together if they were unhappy.

But one evening, your curiosity piqued as you left your cottage for the produce stand on the edge of town. As you locked the door, the sounds of shouts echoed from Sebastian’s home. You froze, your ears focused on the voices. One was clearly Wendy’s, the other’s presumably Sebastian’s. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but you also wanted to ensure no one was in danger.

Quietly, you lingered beside Wendy’s stupid rose bush, your ears still straining to listen. Wendy’s anger was evident in the shrill pitch of her voice, but you couldn’t make out all the words – just something along the lines of, “What kind of father…”

No. You shook your head and forced yourself to continue your route to the shop. Sebastian and Wendy’s disagreements were none of your business.

But as you reached the path that connected your cottage to the remainder of the town, the sharp bang of a slamming door made you jump. You spun and spotted Sebastian storming out of his cottage, his expression contorted in frustration. He froze when he spotted you, his posture becoming less rigid.

You cursed under your breath as Sebastian approached. Should you admit you’d overheard anything? Should you play dumb? Would he think you were eavesdropping on purpose?

“Need some company?” he asked.

“Oh. I- er… sure. I was just walking to the produce stand. Need some carrots,” you replied. Sebastian merely nodded, his jawline looking taut as he gestured for you to continue walking.

“So I suppose you couldn’t help but overhear all that,” he said as he fell into step next to you.

“Sebastian, it’s none of my business-”

“It’s okay,” Sebastian continued. “We just argue like that sometimes. I say something stupid that Wendy doesn’t like and it escalates into a shouting match.”

“You, say something stupid? Never.” You cast a nervous glance at Sebastian, hoping your jest didn’t upset him more. His lips curved into a small smile.

“I guess you’ve been in Wendy’s shoes a few times, haven’t you? And I was the one who put you there,” he said quietly.

“Sebastian, that’s not what I meant.”

“I know. I just…” he sighed, his eyes shifting upward as if the answers to his problems were spelled in the sky. “I just wish Wendy understood my past.”

“Does she know… about Solomon?” you asked carefully. Sebastian shook his head.

“No. She only knows he died when I was fifteen.”

“Oh.”

“She doesn’t understand why…” Sebastian squeezed his eyes closed for a fleeting moment, willing the words to surface. “She doesn’t understand why I’m afraid to be a father.”

You let his statement settle before you gazed at him with empathy. “Does she know about your parents?” you asked.

“Yes. She knows. Honestly, my frustration with her isn’t even her lack of understanding, considering she doesn’t know how or why Solomon died. It’s more about the hostility she shows when I try to discuss it with her. She becomes so angry and says hurtful things. It’s like she cares more about becoming a mother than she does having a happy family.”

You didn’t want to take sides in an argument that had nothing to do with you, especially when you knew one party much better than the other. But you couldn’t help but sympathize with Sebastian's situation.

Of course he was fearful about being a parent. His own died, leaving him and Anne behind at an age too young to fend for themselves. They’d left him with Solomon, a man too angry and bitter about his own life to properly care for two children. Then Anne was cursed, leaving Sebastian as the only person willing to fight for her.

Then there was Sebastian’s dark past. Though he’d worked hard to right his wrongdoings, you knew he was still bothered by them, still fearful of the sinister acts he was capable of.

Sebastian’s hesitations were fair and you understand why he had them.

“Sebastian, you’re going to be an amazing dad,” you said assuredly. “I know your past has you scared, but you aren’t that person anymore. You can’t punish yourself forever. You deserve a good life, and so do your children.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course.” You turned your head to look him in the eye to emphasize your sincerity. “Sebastian, despite your past – and ours – you’ve always been one of the best men I know. You might be stubborn as hell, but you’re also fiercely loyal. You’re smart when you aren’t impulsive, and your intentions are always noble. You'll be a tremendous father.”

Sebastian nodded quietly as he considered your words. He wasn’t surprised you understood his concerns. You always understood.

“I just don’t want to let anymore people down,” he said quietly.

“You won’t,” you said confidently. “You’ve learned from your mistakes, which is going to make you a great father.”

“Thank you,” he said as the two of you reached the produce cart. “For being understanding about everything. You’re the last person who should have anything nice to say about me.”

“Sebastian, we were teenagers,” you said as you tossed a bundle of carrots into your basket.

“But I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought I was doing you a favor.”

“A favor?” You couldn’t help but snort as you paid the shopkeeper. “How was breaking up with me a favor?”

“I guess I was still punishing myself,” Sebastian replied. “I knew you were destined to do great things in a society full of lofty expectations. I thought being tied to me would bring you down.”

“A lot of good that did me,” you said, forcing an ironic laugh.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Sebastian said quietly.

You offered him a sad smile and a gentle touch to the forearm. “It’s okay,” you said with certainty. “All water under the bridge.”

Sebastian nodded in appreciation as the two of you headed back toward your homes.

“So what about you and Oliver?” he asked. “Do the two of you plan on having children?”

You pursed your lips, unsure of how to answer. But given how Sebastian had just opened up to you about his marriage, you decided you could do the same.

“It’s complicated,” you started. You could feel Sebastian’s eyes drift toward you with curiosity. “Oliver doesn’t want children. I didn’t know that when we got married and I haven’t been successful in changing his mind.”

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian said, his voice tinged with sadness. “You’d be a wonderful mother.”

“It’s okay. I’m starting to accept it,” you said with a shrug. You didn't dare allow Sebastian to see the tears that welled in your eyes.

As you neared your cottages, Sebastian heaved a sigh. “Well, I suppose I’d better go accept my punishment,” he said, his voice laced with bitterness. He rested a gentle hand on your shoulder that lingered for a fleeting second. “Thank you for… you know.”

You nodded in quiet, mutual understanding and offered him an encouraging smile. “Anytime.”

In the weeks that followed, Oliver’s absence became more prominent. The previous hour or so he’d turn up late after work had stretched into several hours. Once or twice, he failed to come at all and claimed he was called away on last-minute business, or was simply too exhausted and had slept in his office at the Ministry.

You had no proof, but you knew better. Your instincts told you he was with someone else, but you had no means of confirmation. Yet despite your nagging concerns over your husband’s whereabouts, your mind was more occupied with the man living next door.

Your evening rendezvous on the lookout tower with Sebastian became a frequent occurrence. When he was home and Wendy had fallen asleep, the two of you would sit on the tower together. Sometimes you’d chat the entire time, reminiscing about your Hogwarts days. Other times, you’d sit in silence for stretches and merely appreciate each other’s presence. It was nice to have a friend, even if that friend had a wife you wished would fall into a sinkhole.

One evening, you sat alone on the tower, wondering where your husband was this time. He should have been home three hours ago and you hadn’t received a word from him.

The familiar sound of Sebastian’s tread carried up the tower’s steps and you straightened in your seat as he emerged at the top, his hands stuff casually in his pockets.

“There you are,” you greeted.

“There you are.”

Typically, your mutual greeting made you smile, but Oliver’s antics weighed heavy in your chest as you wondered what to do about him. Though you had come to accept his infidelities, you weren’t sure how to confront him without proof, and you didn’t know what that would mean for your future.

You weren’t scared of the shame that would accompany a failed marriage – your reputation had been dragged around your entire life and you knew you’d recover. But Oliver and his rules had made it so you weren’t financially independent. Without him, you’d have no home, and you had no job to earn your own income. He had made it so that you needed him.

Sebastian recognized your tense demeanor immediately. “Something wrong?” he asked, peering downward at you in concern.

You swallowed, unsure how to reply. Sure, Sebastian was your friend again. He’d been your only friend since you moved to Feldcroft. But you weren’t sure you should reveal the latest details of your troubled marriage with him. Was it appropriate? Did he even care? Were you crossing a line?

“I’m fine,” you answered with a shrug. “Just tired is all.”

“Liar.”

You looked up in surprise. He looked concerned, yet you could see the faintest trace of smugness. He could still see through you and it was clear he enjoyed it.

That was the toughest and easiest part of your relationship with Sebastian, even after all these years. You couldn’t keep secrets because the two of you could read each other in ways no one else could.

You heaved a sigh as you tried to decide which detail to reveal first. Sebastian seemed to understand you were struggling, so he took a seat on the crate across from you and waited patiently.

“It’s Oliver,” you started. You paused, waiting for Sebastian to interject with some kind of snarky remark, but he remained quiet, nodding at you to continue. “He’s been… pretty absent lately. He gets home from work hours late, or sometimes he doesn’t come home at all.”

“You think he has someone else,” Sebastian said blankly.

“I don’t have proof.”

“You’re sure he isn’t simply putting extra hours in at work? Wendy does that for the extra pay. Says we could use it when the baby arrives.”

“I don’t know. Like I said, I can’t prove anything. All I have is my gut instinct.”

“And what is your instinct telling you?”

“That something isn’t right.”

Sebastian sat back, his hands resting on his knees as he considered his words carefully. “Is there a specific person in mind?” he asked. “Do you know who the other woman might be?”

“No idea. Outside of his family and me, Oliver doesn’t really spend time with anyone else. Most of his friends are through work and I don’t really know most of them.”

Sebastian exhaled slowly through his nose. You were surprised by the way his jaw seemed to twitch, a familiar tell that signaled he was trying to suppress his rage.

“You don’t deserve that,” Sebastian said quietly, his eyes wandering toward the sky that was shifting to nighttime.

“I don’t know, maybe I do,” you admitted. “It’s not like I married Oliver because he’s the love of my life. Maybe this is payback for that.”

“Why did you marry him then?” Sebastian asked sharply.

“Because he was safe,” you answered. “And because I lost my way. I lost myself when I met him. I had grown so used to taking care of myself that I thought I wanted someone to take care of me for a change. Oliver takes care of me, even if I’m not the only woman in his life. He’ll always come back to me.”

“You deserve to be the only woman in his life. And you deserve to be with someone you genuinely love,” Sebastian said quietly.

“I guess I just didn’t get that lucky."

The revelation was a sad truth you had never admitted out loud. You were grateful for the things you had, but many people mistook your life for something glamorous. They deemed you lucky – you were born with a rare, powerful ancient magic. You were declared a hero by your school, your name famous to all who passed through Hogwarts. You married a respected man with money so that you didn’t have to work.

Nevermind the omnipresent burden you had carried since the day you learned of Isidora Morganach and the repository. Nevermind the way people stared and whispered when they recognized you. Nevermind your loveless marriage that isolated you from the friends and career you wanted. Nevermind the fact your neighbor was the only person you ever loved.

To everyone else, you had it good. For all you cared, your life peaked years ago.

Sebastian was looking at you with a deep frown, an expression you chalked up to pity.

“So what are you going to do?” he finally asked.

“I don’t know,” was the best you could offer. “He’s made me too dependent on him to leave him. I don’t have a job. I’d have nothing, nowhere to go. I’d have to start all over.”

“Would a fresh start be all that bad?”

It was a simple question, but the answer felt heavy. It was true, you only stayed with Oliver for the convenience. The two of you were compatible enough for a pleasant relationship, but you certainly didn’t feel any overwhelming love and adoration for him.

Leaving Oliver could lead you to someone you did love properly, and vice versa. Perhaps you could start a career and build a life you felt proud of. But leaving Oliver could also mean something much worse, and being with him wasn’t the most miserable life you could dream up.

“I don’t have any proof that he’s having an affair,” you repeated. “And I can’t just leave him without reason.”

“You aren’t happy,” Sebastian pointed out. “Isn’t that reason enough?”

You wanted to agree with him. You wanted to put yourself first and give yourself the opportunity for the life you wanted – even if the one you’d always envisioned included the man sitting across from you. But you knew simply wanting a better life wasn’t enough. There were rules and expectations in your society. Leaving your husband simply due to unhappiness would blacklist you immediately. Though you didn’t care about the parties and decorum, a tarnished reputation could make life miserable. A proper divorce would require a legitimate reason.

“I’d need to catch him cheating,” you said. “I’d need a valid excuse for divorce.”

“So then let’s catch him.”

“What? How?”

“We follow him,” Sebastian said simply.

“Sebastian,” you said, your tone laced with warning and hesitation. It felt eerily reminiscent of your Hogwarts days, particularly your fifth year when the two of you were prone to risky adventures and questionable decisions. “We can’t just stalk my husband in hopes of catching him in the act.”

“Why not? We’ve done it before.”

“That was when we were children.” You couldn’t help but huff a laugh. “It was unwise tracking poachers and Ranrok’s loyalists then, and it’d be unwise tracking my cheating husband now."

“So you’re just going to sit back and do nothing, let him get away with it while you pine for the life you deserve?” Sebastian asked, his tone reflecting his obvious irritation. “You really have changed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re backing down from a challenge,” Sebastian said. He leaned back on the crate with his arms crossed. “And worse, you’re backing down from standing for what’s right.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it? Because the version of you I used to know never would have sat in silence when faced with injustice. Even when I killed Solomon, you only decided to protect me because of Anne.”

“I protected you because I loved you.” The words left your lips before you could think better of it, and you bit the inside of your cheek in instant regret. Sebastian failed to maintain a stoic expression, frowning as the statement stirred more guilt inside him.

The comfortable bond the two of you had built over the past few weeks was compromised as the silence that fell between you felt somber.

After several moments of internal struggle, Sebastian sighed and leaned forward on the crate, his elbows resting on his knees.

“All I’m saying,” he finally started, “Is that I’ve seen you fight some of the most dangerous people and creatures on Earth. I’ve seen you keep your composure and resolve under unfathomable circumstances, and you never took the easy way out by compromising your morals. You’ve done immeasurable things for other people out of love, but that should include yourself, too.”

“Even if I wanted to end things with Oliver and catch him cheating, I can’t exactly just cast disillusionment charm and expect to trail him around the Ministry all day,” you said.

“You’re right, you can’t,” Sebastian agreed. “Good thing I have a better idea.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” you muttered. It was the following morning and you were standing in Sebastian’s cottage as he rummaged through a trunk in his bedroom. As he searched, your eyes drifted around the room.

It was different from the last time you were there. There was much more decor, surely Wendy’s doing. A coat rack in the corner held a pink sweater that you decided was ugly before Sebastian's voice pulled you from your judgmental musings.

“Ah, here it is,” he said, pulling a shimmering cloak from the trunk. “Haven’t needed it in quite some time.”

“And where did you get an invisibility cloak anyway?” you demanded.

“Found it on one of my work assignments,” Sebastian said proudly. He pulled the trunk around his body so that only his head remained in view. “See? Much better than any disillusionment spell.”

“And you expect to just trail Oliver around the Ministry all day while we huddle beneath that cloak?”

“Of course not. We’ll hide in his office and wait until the end of the work day, see where he goes.”

“And how do you expect to get inside his office? We can’t just waltz into the Department of International Magical Cooperation.”

“Good thing we know someone else who works at the Ministry,” Sebastian said smugly.

“Oh Sebastian, we can’t drag Wendy into this-”

“Not Wendy,” Sebastian cut in. “I’ve not said a word to her. She’s been too stressed to think straight lately, with the baby coming.”

“Who then?”

Sebastian smiled at you. “You’ll see.”

You and Sebastian waited until noon to apparate to the Ministry to ensure you’d arrived while Wendy was on her lunch break. Once you were past the reception desk, you stepped into the lift and Sebastian led you to Basement Level II.

“Department of Magical Law Enforcement?” you hissed as you stepped off the lift. “Sebastian, what are we doing here? What are you going to do, have Oliver arrested?”

“Believe me, if infidelity were a crime, I would.” He glanced at his pocketwatch before leading you toward an inconspicuous door at the end of the corridor, guiding you inside.

“Sebastian, this is a broom closet. What the hell-”

“You’ll see.”

“It’s dark and it smells in here. I-” The door swung open and you froze as you took in the newcomer’s appearance. “Ominis?”

Your former friend looked amused. “The two of you hiding away inside a broom closet. It really is like old times,” he said. Sebastian ushered him inside and shut the door with a quiet snap as you blushed. “I should have known it would be some precarious, covert mission that would reunite the two of you.”

You threw your arms around him in a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

Ominis hugged you back, pulling away to smile at you. “While I’m also thrilled for this reunion, I must say, the circumstances are concerning – again, not that I’m surprised given that it concerns you two,” he said.

“Sebastian didn’t give you the details?”

“Sebastian, provide details before doing something potentially stupid and risky? Have you forgotten the past?”

You laughed, relieved that Ominis hadn’t changed, before you launched into an explanation of why you were currently hiding in a broom closet inside the Ministry of Magic with your two former closest friends. When your explanation was complete, Ominis’ expression was ambiguous.

He heaved a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You don’t deserve that,” Ominis said with an air of sadness. “I’ve run into Oliver a few times for work purposes and I never found him as charismatic or astute as he seems to think he is. You deserve better than him." You opened your mouth to respond, but Ominis continued, his expression shifting to something more serious. “You two do realize this is utterly insane,” he said. You and Sebastian swapped a glance but said nothing. “I could jeopardize my standing with the Wizengamot if anyone finds out I helped you two sneak into Oliver’s office.”

“Which is why no one’s going to find out,” Sebastian said simply.

Ominis sighed and you couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of it all. You and Sebastian, tasking a reluctant Ominis to help you carry out a daring task that could get all three of you into trouble...

“Just like old times,” Sebastian quipped, as if he could read your mind.

“All right,” Ominis said. “You have the cloak?”

“I do.”

“Well put it on then. I’ll show you where to go and get you into Oliver’s office, but consider my involvement complete after that,” Ominis said.

“Yes, sir.” Sebastian draped the cloak around himself and then motioned for you to step closer. You froze. You hadn’t been that close to Sebastian in years. Ominis quirked an eyebrow as if he could sense your discomfort but said nothing.

You moved closer to Sebastian and he draped the cloak around you. The proximity made you tense, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as the scent of Sebastian’s cologne found you.

Fearful Sebastian would hear your heavy breaths, you kept your jaw clenched as Ominis swung the closet door open.

Once certain no one else was in sight, Ominis strolled toward the lift, where you and Sebastian squeezed into a corner to avoid detection by its other occupants. As more wizards and witches filed in, Sebastian pressed up against you, the two of you so close you could feel his chest heaving. His frame felt much sturdier than his teenage self and it made you want to snake your arms around him, to feel how much he had changed with the palms of your hands.

Once the lift reached Basement Level 5, Ominis strode to the corridor that led to the Department of International Cooperation’s International Magical Trading Standards Body offices, where Oliver worked.

Ominis offered polite greetings to passerby until he reached a row of doors. He glanced around to see if anyone was nearby, but the department was largely vacant due to the lunch hour. He knocked gently on the second door and waited until he was sure no one was inside to answer it. He cracked open the door just wide enough for you and Sebastian to file inside.

“Oliver, you in here?” Ominis called out as he stuck his head inside the office for good measure. He paused to give you and Sebastian time to slip inside before he muttered, “Must be at lunch. I’ll come back later.”

The door snapped shut and you and Sebastian exhaled a simultaneous breath. “We did it,” Sebastian said.

“Yes, but now we have to wait,” you said. “Perhaps we should sit in that corner, there. I doubt anyone would venture over there. We can sit comfortably and stay hidden beneath the cloak.”

Sebastian nodded in agreement and the two of you retreated to the corner of the room where you sat on the floor, your backs against the walls.

You took a moment to gaze around Oliver’s office. You’d never been there before, but it appeared to be an accurate reflection of him. A stately chesterfield sofa sat against the wall, a stack of books neatly placed on the table next to it. Various quidditch team pennants hung neatly on the walls and Oliver’s school quidditch trophies gleamed on the top shelf of a bookcase.

Sitting on the corner of Oliver’s desk was a single frame that contained a portrait of you.

You studied the photo of yourself, watching the woman in the frame wave and flash a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

The adrenaline rush of sneaking through the halls of the Ministry of Magic was suddenly replaced by a surge of sadness as you remembered why you were there to begin with.

Oliver wasn’t the love of your life. After two years of marriage, you merely tolerated him most days, maybe liked him on your best days. Losing him wouldn’t destroy you – not in the way losing Sebastian did. But still, Oliver was your husband, and you’d be a liar to deny the hurt his infidelity would cause.

Sebastian stirred next to you. You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered how the teenage version of him couldn’t sit still for too long without fidgeting.

“So tell me,” you said quietly, keeping your eyes on the door for any sign of movement. “What name do you have picked out for the baby?”

“Well, if it’s a boy, he’s got to be Sebastian Jr.”

“Then let’s hope it’s not a boy,” you quipped, drawing a grin from Sebastian.

“And if it’s a girl… I’m not sure. Wendy and I are sort of at odds over the name.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, she likes the name Doris,” Sebastian said. “Which is a fine name and all, but I’d like to name her some iteration of Anne. Maybe Anne-Marie.”

“Of course,” you smiled. “Anne’s perfect.”

“The truth is, I’m not sure how much longer Anne has left,” Sebastian said, his expression becoming serious. “The curse has really worn her down in the last five years. She’s so frail now, and she just doesn’t have the same fiery spirit. She’s tired of fighting.”

“Oh, Sebastian,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“She’ll keep fighting as long as she can, because that’s who she is, but I can tell it’s wearing on her.”

“She’s one of the toughest people I’ve ever met. And probably the only person more stubborn than you,” you said with a sad smile. “I’m sure she’d love to have a little niece with her namesake. And I’m sure any kid of yours will be just as gutsy as Anne is.”

“You’re damn right,” Sebastian said proudly.

The two of you fell quiet for a moment, the hum of the Ministry's offices echoing to fill the space. You thought about how bizarre your current scenario was. A few months ago, you’d have thought you’d gone mad if you had told yourself you were going to reunite with Sebastian Sallow and sneak through the Ministry of Magic to stalk your potentially cheating husband.

“Thank you for coming with me,” you said softly. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that. Just because we broke up doesn’t mean we stopped being kindred spirits.”

His words made your chest contort. Even when he belonged to someone else, even when he was set to start a family with her, he still cared about you. It would have been beautiful if it wasn’t quite so heartbreaking.

“I’m glad such a bizarre twist of fate made us neighbors,” you managed with a soft laugh.

“Indeed. Life wasn’t the same without you.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” you laughed again. “Though it was much more stable and my stress levels dropped considerably.”

“That’s an interesting way of saying life was boring without me,” Sebastian mused. “Though I could say the same.” He cast a sideways glance at you, studying your expression from the corner of his eye for a moment. “My biggest regret in life is walking away from you, you know.”

Your chest caved at his statement and you swallowed, praying he couldn’t hear the way your heart threatened to hammer itself out of your chest. Part of you wanted Sebastian to continue spilling his innermost thoughts, to learn more about how he felt about you; the other part wanted him to shut the fuck up before he broke your heart all over again.

You dared to tilt your head to look at him and were surprised to find he was looking directly at you, too. You wondered if the sadness in his gaze mirrored your own, but you said nothing. Instead, you could feel him breathing as your treasonous mind made you wonder how it would feel to kiss him again.

You determinedly averted your eyes from his lips, refusing to reveal what was on your mind. You held Sebastian’s gaze as long as you could, as if his thoughts might permeate your own if you looked hard enough. You could see the familiar traces of affection in his eyes that once overwhelmed you with love.

But before any more thoughts could be expressed, the doorknob twisted. You and Sebastian both straightened, your eyes darting to the door as you held your breath. It was still 20 minutes until 1 p.m., meaning Oliver was returning from lunch early.

He strolled in with an aggravated expression that made you frown in confusion. But the answer revealed itself sooner than you ever could have imagined.

The clack of heels on the stone floor echoed their way toward the office, indicating a woman was close behind him. Your gaze darkened as you prepared yourself for the woman who was likely your rival.

You weren’t prepared to see Wendy Sallow.

Sebastian tensed immediately next to you, so you did the only thing that calmed him back when you were teenagers. You placed a gentle hand on top of his knee and gave it a gentle squeeze, silently begging him not to act. His breath hitched and you clenched your jaw.

“Oliver, we’re running out of time,” Wendy said with a frustrated tone. Oliver shot her a sharp glare and waved his wand, the door swinging shut with a firm snap.

“I’m aware of that,” Oliver replied curtly, gesturing toward Wendy’s pregnant stomach. “But I don’t know what you expect me to do about it.”

“You said you were going to leave her.”

“I said I’d consider it, and in due time,” Oliver responded irritably. “I didn’t say I’d do it so soon. And I certainly didn’t expect you to end up pregnant.”

“Well, this baby should be all the reason you need,” Wendy said. “You promised you’d take care of me – and our child.”

The room seemed to tilt, Oliver and Wendy’s bickering becoming a low background whir that your brain threatened to tune out as the reality of the situation unraveled itself at the expense of your nervous system. Your chest felt so tight, you wondered if you were suffering from cardiac arrest, and you suddenly felt so hot, you were certain the building was on fire.

Meanwhile, Sebastian was rigid next to you. Your heart dropped as the reality sank in. Sebastian would walk away from this moment with more scars than you. You had entered that office prepared to learn of your spouse’s infidelities, but Sebastian hadn’t. He was supposed to be the innocent, third party in all of this.

You realized you had to keep your composure in order for Sebastian to keep his. You had to silently convince him to control his emotions before he gave you both away.

The hand that rested atop his knee found his hand instead. You gripped it tightly, squeezing hard to send the message. You didn’t dare glance at Sebastian, fearful that doing so might evoke his rage, or your tears.

“And I will take care of you, darling,” Oliver said, crossing the office to place his hands on both sides of Wendy’s waist. “And our child.” He placed a gentle hand on Wendy’s stomach and you started to feel nauseous.

For two years, Oliver refused to father a child with you, and you were his wife . He had given you a barrage of excuses, claiming he wanted your attention all to himself, or that children were a tremendous financial burden.

This was an act of betrayal beyond any pain you’d ever felt. Worst of all, Sebastian had to share in it. Even now, all these years later when the two of you had built separate lives, your pain was mutual. It was beginning to feel like you and Sebastian were linked for life.

Suddenly, you let out a quiet gasp as you felt it. All of the fury and pain inside of you had clashed and boiled. It was currently coursing through your veins in the form of your ancient magic.

You could feel the familiar tingle rush through your fingertips and you dug your nails into the back of Sebastian’s hand to send him a warning. He cast a sideways glance at you and understood what was happening. He'd seen it before. He shifted, reaching in his pocket for his wand to ready himself. Though you could control your ancient magic, you couldn’t hide it, and anyone in your vicinity would be able to feel it.

The room’s atmosphere began to shift, the air becoming heavy as your ancient magic rolled through it. The background sounds of conversation, footsteps and rustling parchment fizzled as the hum of your magic swelled. Oliver and Wendy both froze as they felt it, the hairs on their arms standing upright.

Your magic caused the invisibility cloak to flutter, its fabric dancing in the sunlight that drifted through the window curtains. It was enough to catch Oliver’s eye and you watched as his hand disappeared into his robes. He sent a basic cast toward your corner that narrowly missed your head.

You and Sebastian dove in separate directions, the cloak falling to a pile on the floor. The room grew quiet as Oliver and Wendy watched in shock while you and Sebastian climbed to your feet.

“What in Merlin’s name-” Oliver started.

“Sebastian?” Wendy gasped.

Sebastian didn’t speak, a rare change in his usual demeanor, but the severity of his gaze was perilous. His chest heaved and his fingers gripped his wand so tight, his knuckles were white.

“How long?” you finally asked, shifting your gaze to Oliver who still looked stunned. “How long have the two of you…”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Oliver demanded.

“Sebastian, love, it’s not what it looks like,” Wendy interjected. She moved toward Sebastian, her hands outstretched and her doe eyes wide as they silently pleaded with him.

“Don’t,” was all Sebastian said, his voice steady but quiet.

Wendy whimpered. If you hadn’t been so furious, you might have laughed at her.

“How did you get in here?” Oliver continued. “How long have you been here? Were you following me?”

“I said, how long have the two of you been doing this?” you repeated.

Oliver appeared to be searching his mind for explanations, but he knew you were too smart to entertain any of them.

“Darling,” he started. “It’s not what you think. It’s much more complicated-”

“I think you’ve been having an affair for quite some time,” you said. “But I didn’t expect it to be with our neighbor.” Your ancient magic surrounded you with a blue haze as you glared at Oliver. “Is that why you moved us to Feldcroft? So you could be closer to her? So that you could see your child?”

“How do you know it’s his?” Sebastian suddenly asked, his gaze on Wendy. “How can you be sure it’s not mine?”

“Sebastian-” Wendy started, her eyes sparkling with tears.

“Answer me.”

Wendy recoiled, her heels clicking on the stone floors as she lingered next to Oliver. “I’m sure,” she squeaked. “It happened when you were away… in Portugal. I know it’s his because you and I hadn’t-” She let out a sob that made you flinch.

“So this has been going on for months,” you said blankly. “And what were you two going to do when the baby arrived?” You turned on Wendy, your glare brimming with disgust. “Were you just going to allow Sebastian to believe it’s his?”

“I…” Wendy’s sniffled. “Oliver said he was going to be with me. I was going to tell Sebastian then.” Her eyes pleaded with Sebastian. “I didn’t mean to cause any harm. I just… Oliver said he would take care of me. I just wanted to be taken care of.”

It was a jarring realization for you. The life you had grown to detest was the life Wendy wanted. You dreamed of a career, a husband who understood you and a family to call your own. Wendy wanted to stay home and be doted over. It was as if the two of you had ended up in the other’s fairytale.

The hurt in Sebastian’s eyes broke your heart. You hated how unfair life had been to him. Dead parents, a cursed sister, a cruel uncle who never wanted him. Sebastian had worked hard to make up for his past, but now life had betrayed him with an unfaithful wife and a child that wasn’t his.

“I don’t understand,” you finally said, frowning as you tried to make sense of the entire situation. “There were nights… times when you’d come home late, Oliver. But Wendy… I’d see you at home with Sebastian.”

Oliver and Wendy swapped a glance and your braced yourself for more bad news.

“Our townhome in London…” Oliver said. “I… I didn’t actually sell it. It’s still mine. Sometimes I’d stay there after we… I just couldn’t face you, darling.”

“Couldn’t face me,” you repeated blankly. “So you could have an affair with another woman – our neighbor – but couldn’t come home and look me in the eye when you were done fucking her?”

“Oh, don’t act so innocent,” Wendy spat. You flinched at her sudden outburst, her tone reaching a new shrill. “I’ve seen you and Sebastian sneaking away to have private little conversations about your past. Don’t think I didn’t know about the two of you. Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you looked at each other, like two lovesick puppies.”

“Nothing has happened between us since we were eighteen,” you said, glaring at Wendy. “Sebastian has always been faithful to you.”

Wendy forced a laugh. “Sebastian hasn’t touched me since you moved next door,” she said. “At first I thought it was because of my pregnancy, but then I saw the way he’d look at you, the way he’d rather spend time with you. It was never about me. It was always you.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to speak but Oliver cut him off.

“I know all about you, Sallow,” Oliver said. “Your dead parents and shamed uncle who was ousted by the Ministry. Your cursed sister stuck in St. Mungo’s. You can’t give your wife a life worth anything.”

The entire time, you had been worried for the way Sebastian might act. You didn’t consider your own reaction. But your ancient magic surged again, ignited by Oliver’s harsh words toward Sebastian, sparking a sudden crackle over the room you couldn’t control.

Oliver recoiled at the sound, mistaking it for an attack from Sebastian. He hit Sebastian with a basic cast, which sent him backward.

“Oliver!” you hissed, moving to check on Sebastian, who scrambled to his feet. Before you could beg him to refrain, Sebastian retaliated with Diffindo. Oliver spun from the red flash that sliced toward him, but it nicked him across the torso while Wendy let out a scream.

The conversation was over. It was now going to end in a duel and a peculiar twist of fate, with you and Sebastian against your husband.

Sebastian cast a barrage of spells at Oliver that sent parchment and paperwork flying. Oliver managed a Protego charm, its rebound causing the spells to ricochet throughout the office. One skimmed the top of Oliver’s desk, sending its content scattering, while another careened into the bookcase, smashing his trophies. Your eyes shifted to Wendy, who continued to scream. You refused to attack a pregnant woman, but pointed your wand at her in case she dared to attack Sebastian.

“Go,” you ordered. “Get the fuck out of here and stay away from Sebastian. I don’t want to ever see you again.”

She blinked in disbelief, but scurried for the door, the clack of her heels echoing until the sound faded down the corridor. Oliver had moved toward the door to follow her, but Sebastian remained on him, his force of spells driving him backward into the hall.

“Sebastian!” you shouted, following after them. “Sebastian, stop! We’re in the Ministry. The aurors will be on you in a heartbeat.”

He didn’t listen. You watched as he sent a Confringo spell at Oliver, which deflected into a row of desks, setting them ablaze. A handful of workers who had returned from lunch were backed up against the dark stone walls, their eyes wide as they took in the scene.

“Sebastian, you can’t!” you begged. “Think of Anne. Think of Ominis… think of me.”

You don’t know what made you say it. After all, you and Sebastian had only reconnected recently. He had been the one who left you five years ago, so you didn’t know why you thought he’d care about you now.

But he was here with you. He’d been the one to plan this entire day and help you get answers about Oliver long before he had any idea his own wife was involved.

Sebastian paused for a fleeting moment, his eyes drifting to you with understanding. Time seemed to slow when your gazes locked and you begged Sebastian with your eyes to come to his senses.

His pause gave Oliver just enough time to react.

“Incarcerous!” Ropes shot from Oliver’s wand, whipping through the air until they coiled tightly around Sebastian. He fell over, writhing on the floor as he struggled against them.

And before you could stop to reflect, your ancient magic acted on your behalf. You didn’t need your wand as the blue static enveloped you, illuminating your frame. One dismissive flick of your hand blasted Oliver backward until his body skidded across the floor against the far wall in a heap.

Your eyes scanned the room for any more potential threats, but you noticed it had cleared out. You turned to Sebastian and waved your hand again, the ropes disintegrating as you knelt next to him.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You stared at one another, unsure what to say or what to do next. “We should go,” you finally said.

“Right.” You helped Sebastian to his feet and he cleared his throat. The awkward tension wasn’t lost on either of you, but Sebastian took your hand and apparated, leaving the Ministry behind with a sharp crack.

Eighteen months later

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You froze in your tracks, a tiny smile forming across your lips before you turned to face your husband.

“I was just going out front,” you said innocently. “The daylilies need watering.”

“You’re supposed to be on bed rest,” Sebastian said, his arms folded across his chest as if he were stern with you.

“I’m fine,” you groaned. “The doctor told me to take it easy. I’m simply tending to my garden, not dueling any poachers.”

“You’re nine months pregnant. You need to stay off your feet.”

“I’m going to hex you off your feet if you don’t back off.”

Sebastian smirked and took a step toward you. “That’s exactly the kind of attitude that got you pregnant in the first place.” He reached for your arm and gently tugged you closer, his arms wrapping around you despite your large belly keeping you separate.

“Just let me water the daylilies first.”

Sebastian relented and followed you outside, where you used Aguamenti to water the bright flowers you had planted to replace the rose bushes. You smiled to yourself as you let the peaceful scene settle around you. You’d picked daylilies for their resilience – beautiful, yet tough as nails and difficult to kill. They were a symbolic reflection of both you and Sebastian, as well as your relationship.

You moved into Sebastian’s cottage shortly after your divorce with Oliver was finalized. Your relationship didn’t rekindle immediately after that day you discovered Oliver and Wendy’s affair at the Ministry of Magic. You hadn’t expected it to.

Instead, you and Sebastian both needed time to heal from your broken marriages. You recovered quicker, given that your marriage had been built on convenience, but Sebastian needed more time to grieve. Not only had he been betrayed by his wife, he had to accept her child was never his.

You were patient with Sebastian, careful to give him all the time he needed to mend. Though you were hopeful time would heal the wounds and bring you two together again, you made sure to keep your proper distance.

Eventually, you and Sebastian fell into a comfortable routine. Ominis introduced you to the head of the Ministry’s Auror Division, which eventually led to a spot with the Muggle Prime Minister’s security detail. Sebastian helped you regain your strength and skills as the two of you sparred in friendly duels in a fields west of Feldcroft. You finally had started the career you wanted with hopes you’d someday advance from protecting the prime minister to hunting down and catching dark wizards.

You and Sebastian spent your evenings talking quietly, cozied up next to the fire. You’d lounge on the sofa and he’d sit opposite of you in an armchair, both of your noses in books. But eventually, Sebastian began to join you on the sofa, sitting next to you every night until you felt comfortable resting your head on his shoulder. Other times, he’d stretch out with his head in your lap.

Finally, the traces of pain left his eyes and he returned to his normal self. He had also filed for divorce and Wendy agreed without another word. The last you heard, she and Oliver moved into your old townhouse together and she gave birth to a baby girl she named Doris.

Your closeness with Sebastian returned with a blend of nostalgia and unfamiliarity. You joked and teased just like you did as teenagers, but your romance carried a new level of trust that surprised you. Sebastian broke your heart once, but the pain and anger you carried was long gone. Now, it was replaced with the mutual understanding that you and Sebastian had been given a second chance you both refused to ruin.

You fell in love again slowly, then all at once. You and Sebastian had gotten married a year ago.

Now, Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, smiling gently as he watched you quietly. You pretended not to notice at first, until you flicked your wand toward him to spray him with water.

“You little-”

You laughed as he lunged for you, pinning your arms behind your back so that you’d drop your wand. It clattered on the stone pathway and rolled toward the cottage next door. You and Sebastian watched in silence until it came to a stop a few feet from the house. Lights were on inside and you could hear laughter from the family who had moved in a few months back. They were an older couple with a pair of twins who attended Hogwarts.

“Not thinking about leaving me for the neighbor, are you?” Sebastian murmured in your ear. He stood behind you, pressed against your back so that he could place his hands on your pregnant belly.

“Hmm, not sure he’s my type,” you mused.

“Good. Because I’ve killed before and I’d do it again. Wendy didn’t deserve it, but you – I’d kill for you.”

“Sebastian!” You whirled around to scold him and he laughed, gently pulling you close again so that he could press a kiss to your forehead. You continued to glower at him until he bent down to retrieve your wand from the ground.

“You know,” he said as he steered you past the daylilies and back toward your cottage. “I never liked those roses anyway.”

Part II: There We Were Forever

(Smut warning - minors DNI)

One year later

“Is she asleep?”

You nodded quietly as you joined Sebastian in the kitchen to help him finish clearing the dinner dishes.

“She’s out,” you said, waving your wand to send a stack of dishes toward the cupboard. You slowed your motion, moving your wand with precision until the plates settled with a quiet clink. “She was exhausted.”

“Good.” Sebastian tossed a dish rag on the counter and moved toward you, his hands resting on the small of your back as he kissed your temple. “I bet you’re exhausted too.”

You nodded. Motherhood was the toughest task you had ever faced, but you couldn’t be happier. Your 1-year-old daughter, Anne Marie, was your proudest accomplishment.

“I’ll finish cleaning up,” Sebastian said. “You go relax.”

You smiled in gratitude and retreated to the sofa by the fireplace. It crackled quietly as you sank into the cozy cushions and closed your eyes. A gentle smile rested across your lips as you silently appreciated the moment. Just three years ago, you were still married to Oliver, trapped in a life you didn’t want. Now, you were happy and full of appreciation for all the moments – the good and bad – that had led you to this point.

Your eyes remained closed but you could sense motion nearby as Sebastian settled in beside you, his arm draping gently around your shoulders.

“You look like you’re about to fall asleep,” he mumbled in your ear before he nuzzled your neck. He left a trail of kisses from your collarbone, up your neck, to the soft patch of skin behind your ear.

Sleep sounded positively blissful, but not nearly as blissful as whatever it was Sebastian had in mind.

You tilted your head to the side to allow Sebastian more access to your neck. You could feel him smirk against your skin as he shifted his body to face you better, one hand resting atop your thigh.

He kissed you as if his lips were searching for something rare, though he’d kissed you like that just hours earlier before he left for work. Those same lips had spent the early hours of the morning between your thighs, ensuring you’d relax a little before your daughter awoke for the day.

Now, Sebastian’s hand inched higher beneath the hem of your dress, his thumb tracing lazy patterns across your skin as he continued to kiss you.

Your own hands gripped the front of Sebastian’s shirt, balling and tightening the white fabric in your fists to emphasize the sinful thoughts escalating inside your mind.

A whimper escaped your throat as Sebastian’s fingertips brushed against your panties covering your core. He shifted again until you were on your back, your head on the armrest on the couch as he loomed over you.

He had you in a similar position in bed this morning, and the memory of it made you shift your hips as the familiar ache of lust swelled between your legs.

Sebastian’s fingers dragged against your panties again until you felt them inch to your hips, curling around the waistband on your side. He guided them downward, tossing them lazily on the floor as he returned his eyes to you.

Your own gaze fell to the bulge in his pants, which had the fabric so taut, it looked painful. You bit your lip as you eyed it, picturing Sebastian’s full, unclothed length in your mind despite having seen it countless times.

You suddenly felt guilty as you remembered that Sebastian had only serviced you that morning. He had helped you achieve your own release – twice – but Anne Marie’s wails from across the hall interrupted you before you could return the favor.

Despite the positively anguishing ache that was coursing between your thighs, you started to sit up to take control. But Sebastian was in no mood for a fight.

“Bad idea, love,” he purred as he gently pushed your shoulder back down. You narrowed your eyes in protest, provoking a wolfish grin from him.

His hand snapped back to your entrance, and before you could protest, a finger was edging its way inside you. The best you could manage was a moan.

“That’s better,” Sebastian cooed as he slipped another finger inside. He pumped his hand, the friction of his calloused skin stimulating pure bliss against your slick interior in sweeping motions. “Just relax, my love. You deserve some rest.”

Sebastian used his thumb to drag circles over your clit as his index and middle fingers glided in and out of your entrance. You pushed back with your hips, guiding your most sensitive spot over his fingertips. He curled his fingers and you gasped at the welcome, warming sensation building there.

A few twists of his fingers and just the right amount of pressure from Sebastian’s thumb nudged you over the edge. A loud moan echoed through the living room as your walls clenched around Sebastian’s fingers, which continued their beckoning motion inside of you as they worked through your orgasm. They sank back inside of you, pressing into your soft core until your body relaxed around them.

His fingers were slick as he removed them to suck on them, his eyes dark with satisfaction at your submissive state.

“Now it’s my turn,” Sebastian said, sitting back as he unbuttoned his shirt. You used the time it took him to undress to catch your breath. Your eyes roamed his bare chest until he began kicking off his trousers, the sudden sight of his erection reenergizing your tired body.

It was an erotic vision that prompted your filthiest thoughts as all you could picture was the way you would stretch around him until he fucked you so hard, your knees collapsed.

You couldn’t believe you ever allowed yourself to tolerate another man.

“Come here,” Sebastian growled as he settled upright at the center of the sofa. You straddled his lap, using the scant remnants of self-control that remained to slowly ease yourself around his cock. Sebastian’s head fell backward to rest against the back of the sofa, his eyes falling shut at the sensation of your cunt surrounding him. “Going to reward me for my generosity this morning?” he asked.

You hummed a reply as you lifted your hips slowly, delighted by the sensation of your folds dragging along Sebastian’s length as you worked up and down with deliberation.

You leaned back slightly and Sebastian’s eyes fell open to gaze at you. He frowned as he realized you were still in your dress.

“This needs to go,” he said as his hands searched for the hem. Once he found it, he helped you yank the dress over your head until it heaped on the floor in one fluid swish of fabric. “Much better,” Sebastian mewed as his eyes fell to your breasts. He groaned in pleasure as they bounced when you sank downward again, his cock filling you entirely.

As you continued to lean backward, your fingers gripping the back of the sofa for leverage, the angle made your eyes roll back as you concentrated on the feeling of Sebastian’s tip plunging inside of you, pressing against that same spot that would make your toes curl.

"You're too fucking good at this," Sebastian hissed.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed as you could feel the familiar uprise of another orgasm. Its threat surfaced quickly and you had a momentary, fleeting thought of using a silencing charm the next time you decided to let Sebastian ruin you in the living room. That thought was interrupted by the eruption of pleasure that made your cunt contract.

"I'm coming," you whined as you sank down once more, Sebastian's cock slamming into your sweet spot.

Your hips drove downward, settling in place as your walls quivered around Sebastian’s cock. He held still to allow you to ride it out, your wetness trickling to the base of his shaft.

“So fucking good,” he groaned as he felt your orgasm subside. “You always feel fucking incredible.”

By now, you were reaching the point that lay beyond exhaustion. Your legs felt weak from riding Sebastian so hard and your head felt hazy, but you’d be damned if you walked away again without feeling Sebastian’s sweet release.

“Let me up,” Sebastian said, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to gently pull you backward. You obliged, praying your knees wouldn’t give out as you stood.

“On your knees,” Sebastian ordered as he gently nudged you toward the sofa. You obeyed, your knees sinking into the cushions as you leaned forward against the sofa back, your hands clutching it in anticipation. You felt Sebastian kneel behind you, his own knees settling between your spread legs.

He rested one hand on your waist as the other wrapped around his cock to ease it back inside of you. Your cunt accommodated him with less resistance this time, but Sebastian grunted at the tight heat that swallowed his cock.

“Like it when I take you from behind?” he murmured against the back of your neck.

“Yes,” you breathed as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Want me to make you come again?”

“Yes.” You whimpered to emphasize your greedy desperation. Sebastian made you come twice that morning and twice now this evening, but the feeling of your cunt stretched around his hard length made it difficult for you to think rationally. “Sebastian,” you whined at his lack of movement. You bucked your hips backward, drawing a resounding moan from him.

“Just like that love,” he breathed.

You ground yourself backward, Sebastian’s cock burying itself inside you repeatedly, the sounds of slapping skin clapping across the room. Sebastian’s grip on your hips tightened until his primal instincts overpowered him.

He thrust himself hard against you, his fingers sinking into your flesh to leave inevitable bruises.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as he drove himself harder inside you. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sofa, your cunt gripping at Sebastian in an attempt to stir up one more orgasm.

Sebastian’s cock pounded against your sensitive spot and you cried out in encouragement, pleading with him to grant you the privilege of one more moment of euphoria.

“Come for me,” he commanded. You moaned in response to indicate how close you were, rocking your hips backward to meet Sebastian’s rhythm. His thrusts became more erratic, an obvious sign he was nearing his peak.

“Right there,” you managed as you squeezed your eyes shut, every ounce of your focus on the building sensation. Almost there. A few more strokes should do it…

The pleasure made your thighs shake as you released a breathy cry that was followed by the sounds of Sebastian’s thrusts fucking you to completion. The orgasm erupted in forceful waves that fluttered through your walls until you collapsed over the back of the sofa.

The sight of your satisfied, fucked out frame was Sebastian’s ultimate climax. He grunted as he thrusted hard and held you flush against himself while he spilled inside you. You couldn’t help but release one final moan at the sensation of his heat pooling within your cunt until he pulled away. It dripped from you, cascading down your thighs as you feebly straightened to your feet.

Sebastian’s arms were around you instantly, pulling you close as he held you quietly, both of your panting the only sound in the cottage. You slumped against him, sleepy and sweaty, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I can’t believe we didn’t wake the baby,” Sebastian mused softly.

Your eyes opened and drifted over the scene of your sins. “I can’t believe we ruined the sofa,” you frowned.

Sebastian barked a laugh and pulled you in close again, your head resting against his chest. “Wendy picked that out years ago. I never liked it anyway.”

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sinsinsininning · 1 year ago

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A little bit softer

Chapter 2.

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!reader

TW: depictions of DV, descriptions of medical terms and procedures, not as smutty

A/N: I don’t know why but l always have to make my reader inserts or OCs a medic in some way……It’s probably bc I’m a vet tech.

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Kid felt… guilty, which wasn’t a normal thing for him. Suspecting you were scared of him was one thing. But knowing you were scared of him was another entirely.

He wanted to shake himself some days, you were just a rookie. Not his lover. Not his partner. He didn’t owe you anything. But then he’d ruin his own pep talk by thinking of you and your face.

After your conversation with Heat, Kid walked on eggshells around you. The entire crew was still trying their damnedest to meddle with him, so encounters with you had ramped up a lot. You both still did your best to avoid eye contact or speak to him. But it was clearly starting to wear on the crew’s patience.

“You need to handle your shit.” Killer said to him one day in his workshop. Kid couldn’t even pretend not to know what he was on about.

“You need to fuck off!” He shouted, feeling his shoulders shake.

“Just talk with her, you never know, maybe she likes you as well.”

Kid burst out in hysterical laughter, needing a few moments to catch his breath.

“She’s terrified of me Killer,” He coughed. “She thinks I’m gonna hit her or something. I heard her telling Heat.” Killer cocked his head, thinking.

“All the more reason to clear the air. What’s more is I can’t have the crew keep trying to pair the two of you up, it’s getting in the way of their tasks.” Kid fixed him with a glare.

“Newsflash, asshole! You were the one who started that shit!” He turned back to his table. “Besides the fuck am I gonna say to make her feel better? Huh?”

“That’s true, you’re not good with words.” Killer nodded and began approaching him. “You’ll just have to use your actions.” Kid laughed.

“Oh yeah? How am I gonna do that?” He asked sarcastically before a sharp pain flared in his right arm. “Ow what the fuck?!”

Killer had cut his arm, a deep laceration at least 5 inches long. The masked man shrugged at his shouting.

“She’s in the med bay, go up there, tell her you got cut while working. Ask her to patch you up.”

“Fuck you this stings!” Kid pressed a used rag to his arm. “I’ll fucking stab you.”

“She won’t be there much longer. Tell her you can’t find me and you can’t stitch yourself with one hand.” Killer took that moment leave, Kid stood there fuming for a moment. Part of him wanted to just stay down here and fix it later, just to piss Killer off.

But a stronger part of him wanted to see you, hopefully you wouldn’t run or hide. He made his way slowly to the med bay, almost hoping you’d be gone. As he entered he saw how unlucky he was.

You had your back to him, wiping down the machines that sterilized the suturing materials and other rudimentary instruments. He coughed to get your attention, keeping his injured arm hidden behind the doorframe.

“Hip are you don- oh!” He hated how tense you became, you soft stomach clenching in worry. “Sorry captain, I thought Hip was done with the mop. What can I do for you?” He showed you his arm and felt a small bit better as you gasped with worry.

The rag he’s used to staunch the bleeding made it look worse than it was, but it had dried a little and was now stuck to his skin. You motioned for him to sit on the chair by the table.

“How’d that happen?” You asked, trying to gently peel the rag off.

“Was working and it just kinda happened.” He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to lie to you. “Don’t know where Killer is and I can’t sew with only one hand.” Still not lies technically.

“Gotcha.” You’re all business and he feels a little flush at the sight of you zipping around the room gathering materials. “Well it’s not too bad, really deep though. I’ll numb it, suture it really quick and you should be on your way.” Any trace of fear or anxiety was gone, your posture alert but relaxed, you soft face was focused.

“Take your time.” Kid drawled, enjoying the view, didn’t hurt that your ass looked good as you bent over to grab something under the desk. Your ass always looked good he decided. “Got nowhere to be.”

“Not true,” You return with a small syringe, some type of numbing drug he assumed. “You’re the captain, you probably got plenty of stuff to be doing.”

He didn’t respond, the injection you gave him stung so he had to bite back his swears about it. Neither of you spoke as you worked. You had to stand pretty close to place the sutures, your hands cold but soft as you touched him.

You shivered at one point and Kid realized, horrifically, that he’d leaned to far forward to watch your hands. You glanced up at him, caught his gaze and shuffled a bit further back. He wanted to growl as he saw how tense you’d gotten, your soft apology only making him more frustrated.

You were halfway done and he couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“So.” You tensed again, he could see it in your neck especially. “I never did ask… who was your old captain?” You jabbed the needle a bit harder at the question, obviously not on purpose as you profusely apologized. He ignored and continued to stare until you answered.

“His- um. His name is um… It’s Badger. Captain Badger.” You try to focus once more.

“How long did you sail with him?”

“2 years.”

“How big was the crew?”

“About 15.”

“Where’d you sail?”

“West Blue.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Um.” You were almost shaking, he almost hesitated.

“Why’d you leave his crew?”

“What does it matter?” Oh that was a response, he grinned, anger was better than fear. At least in his book.

“Answer the question. It’s important for me to know.”

“You never needed to know before. Why now?”

“Because I’ve been watching you.” He leans forward more, meeting your heated glare as you tied the final knot. “You’ve got some peculiar habits, I’d like to know more about that.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

He nodded.

“Like on deck or like…. In my room?”

“Not like that you pervert!” He can’t help but shout, you don’t flinch though. A small grin on your face as you successfully get him off the topic.

“So not my room or the showers? Just to clarify.” He knows he’s blushing but he still growls and stands to his full height. You step back but he follows you, a look of fear in your eyes takes over the glee. But he can’t stop himself from continuing.

“You’re clever, but I still need an answer.” He crowds your space, placing both hands on the counter behind you, caging your body with his. He leans forward, letting his breath fan over your ear. “Why did you leave?”

You stay silent, face red and a little sweaty, he pulls back just enough to admire the sight. He can’t make a reassuring face to save his life, but he tries as tears fill up your eyes. Still, he can’t stop, he needs this. You need this.

“If you are unhappy with my performance or skills, tell me and I will fix them. I haven’t brought any bad habits on board. I assure you.” You finally answer, your words felt warm against his face, he grinned some more.

“Uh-uh you see, one of those habits, the only one really,” His grin drops from his face. “Is that you’re scared of your captain.” You pale at his words and start to shake a little. He continues, drawing back slightly.

“That’s something he taught you, right?” He tilted his head a little. “To be scared of your captain. Because you never know when he’ll just up hit you, right?” He parroted your words from the bar back to you. Your eyes are wide with recognition.

“I’m sor-“

“Save it,” He cuts you off. “I know I’m scary, it’s my whole deal. I’m a scary pirate who murders and pillage. But my crew is mine. Understood. I don’t let anyone harm them, especially not myself.” You lean back into the counter more.

“You hurt Wire. You made him need staples and you didn’t even seem sorry. You didn’t help patch him up.” Kid knew this was coming, he still didn’t know what to say.

“It was a mistake,” He said. “I didn’t mean to hit him, but you’re right. I should’ve check on him and made sure he wasn’t hurt.” It was hard to admit he was wrong, but in the small medical room, to you, it was a little easier.

Both of you stayed quiet for a while. He made no move to let you go. And you made no move to try. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve actually stopped you if you did. Finally, the tension in you jaw and shoulders eased, just a little.

“Badger… was bad. He didn’t just hit us. He stole from us and wouldn’t let us leave, even if some managed to escape they’d have no Beris. It’d be like starting from scratch, but worse because if he caught you he’d kill you.” You paused, taking a big breath, turning to stare at the wall. “I was secretly saving Beris, to hopefully run off and be able to hide from him. I didn’t have much, barely anything. One day he came and told me he wanted me to be his… wife.” Kid stood up straight, leaning back like he’d been struck, you continued barely noticing him.

“I told him no, I should’ve said yes and bided my time. Maybe I could’ve taken more people with me, but I was an idiot.”

“No that’s not-“ You cut him off.

“He threw a fit, tried to kill me. His devil fruit power nullifies weapons, so I couldn’t fight back. I tried to stage a mutiny, but everyone was too afraid, he’d never lost a fight. Eventually I jumped over board and swam to shore. I hid on a marine ship, I never had a bounty so I just pretended to be some girl who wanted to travel. I flirted with some of them and got a ride to a port a few islands over.” You sighed, a long exhale that seemed to deflate you. “I had no Beris or even clothes. But I overheard some rookies talking about joining your crew. I figured it was the safest option. So I spoke with Killer and here I am.” You trailed off quietly, tears still hadn’t fallen yet, it was almost impressive.

Kid didn’t speak for several long minutes, just watching you hold your breath. Finally he pushed off the counter, giving you both some breathing room. He began to exit when you called out.

“Captain what are you doing?”

He turned with a scowl.

“I’m setting a course to go murder that asshole.”

“What? Why that’s so far off our course.”

“I told you, you’re my crew. We’re gonna go murder him, then if any of your old friends wanna join the crew they can.” He laughed at your shocked face. When he’d caught his breath he turned again to leave.

#one piece #one piece smut #eustass kid #eustass x reader #kid x reader

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nekohime19 · 9 months ago

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Mini Mac # 31 : Monk's teachings

Wukong get to learn about meditation

Wukong was fidgeting with his tail, not knowing how to sit still. At his side, Wujing was sitting perfectly still, his posture more than perfect, and Bajie was snoring, head tilted to one side. The golden-furred monkey envied Bajie, he wanted to sleep too! It was better than this useless exercise the monk was forcing him to do. What was good in meditation anyway? Sitting still wasn't going to solve their problems. It was a waste of time.

“Wukong. Stop fidgeting.” Came the ever calm voice of Sanzang. The young human was sitting perfectly, back straight, shoulders aligned and hands open like blooming buds on his knees. He looked like the epitome of peacefulness.

“But meditation doesn't do anything! It's useless.” Mumbled Wukong as he crossed his arms.

“It helps you control your emotions. Something you need.” Soothingly replied the monk.

“Pfff, what? No, I control my emotions just good.” Brushed off Wukong as he averted his eyes, he knew he had some tantrum problems at times, but it couldn't be that bad.

“How about all the demons and bandits you kill, mm?” Replied Sanzang as he opened one eye, he was more comfortable with Wukong as of late, he knew the other wouldn't hurt him, no matter how terrifying he could be on the battlefield.

“Oh come on, Master! They're bad guys.” Whined Wukong with a groan.

“And I know you have very keen eyes to discern between good and bad but you often fail to see the humans behind all this.” Sighed Sanzang.

“What does that even mean?”

“Judging between good or bad is fine, but you don't need to kill. The punishment you unleash is too violent. You need to listen to your heart.”

“Well I think you listen too much to your heart, Master.” Groaned Wukong as he lifted his chin, not willing to listen. Sanzang sighed, something tired but yet a bit fond.

“That's true. Guess we have much to learn from each other then.” Replied Sanzang, Wukong was a bit surprised that the monk readily agreed to his own shortcomings. The sage scratched his neck before mumbling :

“I guess.” Wukong sighed and closed his eyes, he tried to empty his head and focus on present sensations. The wind ruffling his fresh braids weaved with petals, done by Macaque. The chirping birds settling on a branch a few meters above him. The grass swaying kindly under him. The river running across the forest. He felt oddly relaxed. Mayhaps the monk's teaching weren't as useless as he thought they were.

He couldn't stay still for long though.

They decided to stop the meditating exercice once Ao Lie and Macaque came back with food. Wukong woke up Bajie with a loud yell and snickered when the pig yelped and jumped on his feet, alerted. Meanwhile Wujing got out of his own meditative state and helped prepare the food.

“I've learned meditation.” Proudly declared Wukong as he served his thumb-sized bowl to Macaque. The black-furred monkey raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“That's good.” Nodded Macaque as he sipped on his lil bowl. Wukong was about to say more (happy to be praised by Macaque) but he was interrupted by a demon barging out of nowhere. The demons tried to steal the pilgrims luggages and was swiftly stopped by Wukong.

The golden-furred was quite angry, he was just about to be praised by Macaque and this guy ruined it all. But as the sage lifted his staff and looked in the demon's eyes he remembered Sanzang's teaching. Wukong bit his lips, hesitating, and ultimately sighed.

“Just go.” He hissed, the demon ran away in a hurry, frightened by the great sage.

“That was good Wukong!” Proudly exclaimed Sanzang as he patted Wukong's shoulders.

“Wathever, the guy wasn't worth it. It's not like I care about your teachings.” Mumbled Wukong with a pouting face. He didn't want to admit that the young monk was rubbing off on him.

Macaque climbed Wukong and settled on his shoulder, he patted the golden-furred monkey's cheek in congratulation.

“You did very good.” Nodded Macaque. Wukong averted his eyes, biting his lips to stop himself from smiling like a fool, but he couldn't hide the way his tail was wagging.

+ cut scenes

Sanzang : Wukong can you wake up Bajie, please? ☺️

Wukong : of course, Master 😌

Wukong *proceed to yell loudly in Bajie ears* : 😈

Sanzang : today we're gonna learn meditation 😌

Bajie : Eugh, guess it's time to sleep 😒

Wukong : sounds boring 🙄

Wujing : Yay! Meditation ☺️

Macaque *perched on top of Ao Lie head* : Takes right I see a tree with fruits!

Ao Lie : Aye, aye captain! 😆

Macaque : Ao Lie that was left 😅

Ch1 / Previous /Next

#shadowpeach #lmk #mini mac au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach fanfic #sun wukong #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #Wukong is learning #Progressively #He'll get there

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thesparklingwriter · 2 years ago

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taking fate into one's own hands

03—resignation

Word count: 1.4k

please note, there are two polls this chapter! one is the usual poll and the other is hidden in the text somewhere.

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You look at Morax carefully. “A marriage built on lies…” The words fall from your mouth before you can stop them, and you glance at him, gauging his reaction. He returns your gaze with leashed curiosity, and you sigh, busying yourself with your dress. “I suppose I shall forgive you. Just this once.”

“How gracious,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

You shrug and turn to face the window. You watch as the bright green meadows slowly get overtaken by glistening rocks, and the carriage suddenly begins to jostle you more and more. It settles once you’re fully into Liyuean territory, and the ride suddenly becomes much smoother. There's truly no going back now, but you realise that there’s nothing that truly holds you back to your home. Your closest friend is with you and as you grew older, your parents seemed to hold you at a distance. If there are ties to be cut, years of indifference have already weakened them.

“So, what am I to call you?” You ask finally, once the reminders of your old home have finally dissipated and you begin to resign yourself to your new future.

“What would you like to call me?” Morax sits back in his seat, a slightly amused glint twinkling in his eyes betraying his stoic face.

“What am I expected to call you?” You amend, maintaining your level stare.

“Once again, I struggle to truly believe that this is the path you intend to take. I would much rather you were honest and true to yourself than acting in a manner that you believe would please me most.”

You blink, taken aback by his deduction of your character. “That is not my intention.”

“Then why do you ask such questions?”

“I simply do not wish to offend.” You reply coldly, focusing your glance out of the window. “If you regard that as submission, that is your prerogative. I daren’t tell you what to think.”

In your peripheral vision, you catch Morax’s eyes narrow slightly, but you do not address it or draw attention to it. You asked the question, but you already had made a decision. You would avoid any situation that required you to address him by name, which would be all, if not most.

The journey is mainly silent from that point on. You find it hard to reconcile your emotions with reason—you have no reason to hate the man who has saved your kingdom and your family from ruin, and you have no reason to purposefully smite him. But even yet, you still feel that he is undeserving of the gratitude he must expect from you. If he truly wanted to help your kingdom out of the kindness of his heart, he didn't need to uproot you to do it.

After a while, the driver announces that you are nearing the castle, and you do your utmost to not show that you’re nervous. It’s bad enough that he’s taking you from your family—the last thing you want is for him to see it’s affecting you.

“I presume you would like some time to familiarise yourself with the castle and its surroundings and I shall leave you to do that.” Morax says to you as the carriage slows to a stop. He watches as you climb out of the carriage and courteously bow to the driver and the maid who escorts you and Alanna to your chambers. Your posture is better than hundreds of Liyueans he's had the pleasure of meeting.

“Am I to assume that things didn’t go well?”

Morax sighs as he exits the carriage, regarding the prince carefully.

“It didn’t go horrendously.” He says.

"I think if you were to show her around, rather than a maid, it might make her less critical of you.”

“Thank you, Xiao, but I’ll have to decline. There were some absurdities on the journey here that I plan to assess.”

“Surely you aren’t prioritising work over the woman you are to marry,” Xiao says quietly. It was rare that he ever questioned the king. He had been very young when Morax had taken him under his wing, and even despite the absurdity of their whole arrangement, Xiao had begun to view him as a brother.

“I have no intention of marrying her as it stands. My concern is keeping her away from those affiliated with the abyss, or else her kingdom loses their future queen, and we lose our most valuable trade partner.”

“I have never understood you,” Xiao says, as they walk toward Morax’s office. "Why claim to, then?" There’s no response, so Xiao assumes that Morax didn't hear him, or he simply doesn’t care.

Your room is pretty—nicer than the one you had at home. Perhaps if you sat quietly and did what you were told you’d find yourself in enough favour with the king to help them out. Or maybe they didn’t even deserve that. You’re not sure whether you should help the parents who sold you to the highest bidder.

The dark wooden frames of the expansive bed and the furniture contrast nicely with the red and golden fabric and decorations, and the seat of your desk is so soft that the minute you sit on it, you’re convinced you could sleep on it.

“Is there a room ready for you, Alanna?” You ask.

Alanna sweeps her pale golden hair out of her face. She’s been uncharacteristically quiet and you wonder whether it’s due to the fact she’d never left your home kingdom before.

“No, not yet.” She says quietly. “But that’s alright. Do not worry about me.” You stare at her in disbelief but do not protest yet. It’s too early in the day to convince her otherwise.

You begin to regret not bringing any clothing with you. At the time, it had seemed logical, at least so Alanna could carry more, but now you find yourself without comfortable clothes to sleep in and shoes that don't announce your presence to the whole palace.

“Your Highness, I do hope you won’t take this as a betrayal, but your parents asked me to take this letter for you.” Alanna hands you a simple envelope. There’s no seal—of course, your parents needed to save the seals for more extravagant occasions—and the paper is yellow and weathered. “I understand that your emotions towards them are complex, but—”

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You don't want to bother Alanna with how you feel about the letter or whether you intend to read it or not. “I appreciate it. Thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Alanna smiles. “Just doing my duty.”

You sit down at your desk, looking through the endless sheets of paper and stationery in the drawers beside it. Perhaps now is a good time to take up calligraphy to pass the time.

If you were at home, you could have gone for a walk in the gardens, or maybe gone to speak to some of the kitchen staff and help them with some of the food prep. If you hadn't donated your books to the children in the city who needed them more than you did, you could have read them.

But the years of struggle had meant that you’d slowly forgotten how to have hobbies. And now, with no freedom to explore anything new yet, you’re at a serious loss as to what to do. Alanna has begun to busy herself with evaluating the bathroom, and you scribble halfheartedly at a sheet of thick writing paper.

A knock at the door drags you out of your dazed contemplation. There’s a considerable ink blot on the paper you were practising on, and Alanna has found herself face down on your bed, snoring softly.

You hear another knock, and you swipe invisible dirt off your dress before opening the door.

“Good evening,” You say, surprised to see none other than the king at your door. You had expected him to send someone to collect you if he had the intention to speak to you.

“Good evening, yn. I trust your afternoon has been pleasant?” Morax seems slightly more relaxed than when you left him earlier, his long hair is released from its braid, and his attire is somewhat less extravagant. It’s not simple enough to let you forget that he is the king of one of the wealthiest nations in Teyvat, but enough to let you know that he’s probably had enough of being king for the day.

“You could say that,” You reply.

“I must apologise for abandoning you today. There were a few work matters that required my attention. If you’re interested, I would be more than happy to show you around the palace tomorrow, but for now, would you accompany me to dinner?”

how will you proceed?

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author's note: hello....its me...i was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet ... okay I'm done with the adele, hello everybody how are you, i hope you're all well, sorry for dying but blame tumblr :(( i actually hate change so much and that's all tumblr has been doing recently lol

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mimikyu-oli · 9 months ago

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Memories of the Neighbor's House.

Chapter1: New town, new people, new start.

Hurricane. The town with a weird name. Surrounded by desert. The south? Desert. The north? Desert. East and West? You got it! Desert! The town was hiden by the desert. But somehow. Rain was still possible there. But somehow. Forests was still present. A true mystery. Fortunately, one familly would be able to solve it! Their adventure start when they moved in-

"Can you stop narrating, please. The trip was very long and I'm incredibly tired."

"You're no fun Lu-Lu." "Yeah! No fun."

“It’s not really my fault that we left at 7 in the morning and the drive took 10 hours.”

"You could have just took a nap like us."

"Oh wow, thanks. I didn't think about it. It's not like I tried to do it three times during the whole trip and that each of them had been impossible to do due to either too much light or too much noise or a bad posture or all of the above."

"Well, it's not really our fault if you're too picky to sleep in a car."

"I'm just asking, for both of you, to be quiet for a bit. At least, until we all are in our own new rooms."

"How would we be able to record our discoveries and get views if we're too quiet?" "Yeah, it's very lame and boring when the guy is all silent during the whole video." "How can I narrate without narrating!?"

"Guys! Just… Please. Shut up. I can feel a headacke coming."

"Well that's just too bad, cause your head is not important in this video." "There's unresolved mysteries that is waiting to be discovered."

"And then, the mystery stop being one when the researchers discover that it was all just a lame smudge in a corner."

"We don't need your skepticism to ruin our show!" "And fun!"

"I'm not skeptic-"

"You clearly don't believe in ghosts."

"It's not that I don't belive in ghost. It's just, most of the time, there's a reason for any little things that you may consider as 'surnatural'."

"That's just an excuse for the fact you actually give up easily when you can't explain anything."

"I don't give up. I put the questions aside until I get new informations and tools to use."

"You're giving up."

"Urgh. Mom. Help me there."

"Well, I don't know what to say, sweety. They do have a point." "MOM!?" A clap can be heard from the back of the car when the twins high five each other.

"Well, they have to find a way to entertain themself. And there's not much to do in a car. We also have to encourage their passions. And we're almost there. Just a few more minutes and you can use the rest of the day to sleep, sweety."

Lucius sigh. Why wasn't he with their dad and uncle Jason again? Right. They have to go first so they could settled earlier and he had to sleep for longer.

The praparations for the move had stressed him out for quite a time. And it got worse and worse as the D-day approached.

So he didn't really had the opportunity of a 'good night sleep' since then.

Was it really a bad thing he wasn't with the two men though? His father is smart. But when he's with his brother, they both suddenly become the half of a brain cell.

And their dads joke become more insufferable too.

So, it was either:

1) Annoying siblings.

2) Annoying dump older man.

Yeah, the choice wasn't difficult.

Still annoying, though.

They arrived at their destination precisely 7 minutes later. They could see the patriarch stepping out of the front door of their new house and walking their way.

"Hey-hey! You made it!"

"Yeah! We survived the complain of a jerk." "And a narrating stopper!"

"And I survived the pestering of two energetic mosquitoes with only three hours worth of sleep in my body."

"Told you you should have got to sleep earlier." His dad retorted.

"And I told you the stress had infected the nights too."

"Oh boy." …

….

"So! Ed. Did you two were able to setle all our furnitures?"

"Uuuuhh…-" "EDMUND!" A large man errupt from the front door. "You'll NEVER guess where I found the remote!"

"WHERE!?"

"Here we go again." Evelyn sighed, dejectedly knowing perfectly well what was coming.

"Hehehehe. It-it was in- Pffff. It was in…hehe." "Say IT!" "Hihihi." "Come on! SAY IT!"

(He's way too enthusiastic about it.)

"It was-it was in…eheh. It was in the frame of your family painting. HA!" "REALLY!?" "Yeah! Right behind it! HA!" They both start laughing. Like this was one of the greatest jokes said of the day. "Oh lala." Which was the height of his mother.

Edmund, the father in the Mortimer familly, was a….. He's honestly isn't sure what kind of job he was working. Something about computers….. Maybe?

Anyway, he got a proposition to work in some business that could lead him into a promotion in later days.

Work that was literally at the opposite side of the country. In a city named Hurricane. (Which was pronounced "Her-ah-kun". For some reasons!)

Fun.

"Please, tell me there's no other… "fish" incident?"

"Oh. Come on, Ev. How could we have known that there was fish in the percolator." (In the percolator.) Lucius think at the same time as his uncle. "Yeah. And you used it in one of your books. So, you can't complain."

"Mmm."

Evelyn Mortimer. Obviously the mother. (And obviously the one with the head.) She's a writer. So, moving out to another state doesn't really bother her. She can use the new scenery for inspiration.

It was a win-win!

And obviously. When the parents are all ready to move, the kids as to follow. He wasn't against it. He was pretty much already a loner in their old place.

But this is a Big change.

A new place.

New rules.

New people.

New streets.

New stores.

New school.

New time.

New EVERYTHING!

Everyone was WAY too enthusiastic for this.

It was REALLY overwhelming.

"Ok. Fine." "Yes!"

"But how much of stuff did you do?"

"Oh! We're almost finished."

"And how much do we have to move it again because you didn't placed it correctly?"

"Uuuh…"

"Alright. Kids!"

The siblings trio looked at their mother.

"Go look where your stuff are and place them in your rooms."

"How do we know which rooms is ours?" "Yeah! Which one!?"

"Obviously the one with two beds."

"Lucius."

"What!? Am I wrong?"

Evelyn sighed "The twins room is on the second floor while Lucius' is in the basement."

"WOOHOO! Cool air and darkness!"

"NOT FAIR! Why does he have the whole basement and us just a tiny room?" "We demand fairness!"

"Your room have two doors, a sliding wall you can close anytime so you can keep your privacy to each other and it's as big as the master bedroom. Which make your brother's bedroom the smallest of all of us."

"Yeah. If there's someone who should demand fairness, it's me. But I won't complaint. It's exactly what I wan- and they're gone."

The twins rush inside retrieving their misplaced belonging.

Jason whistled. "They're really into it."

"They've been really trilled about the idea of new "ghost story" to investigate. They even kept talking about the famous incidents during the whole ride."

"Incidents? You mean that pizzeria? What was its name again?"

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

"Oh yeah. The bear one." Jason stated. (He wanted to feel included.)

"Kind of weird for one restaurant to have so much 'issues'." Edmund inquired.

"It wasn't one restaurant." He stated.

"Uh?"

"It was at least four or five. Some of them were probably even in the same location, but that's just a theory."

"You sound quite invested for someone who doesn't like 'ghost stories'?" Edmund asked his son.

He sighed "It has nothing to do about ghost. It's a bunch of kidnapings, murders, cover ups, arsons, 'malfonctioning' animatronics and much more. They even had the culprit for a time, but he suddenly vanished after his release."

"Why did they released him if he clearly was 'the man behind the slaughter'?"

"Lack of evidence."

"Really!?"

"No body. No weapon. No murder."

"This city has serious problems with illegality."

"And that's one downgrade of this place." His mother replied.

"That's another thing good for inspiration. I remember you saying that often for excuses to your friends."

"It is good for inspiration."

"Well, I guess there's no need for me to stay." Uncle Jason interrupted.

"Really? Don't you want to stay a little? We're about to have take outs." Edmund replied to his brother.

"Very nice of you. But the move was exausthing and I have to go back. It's a long route, you know."

"Right. Well, don't hesitate to call us, okay?"

"I sure won't."

"Bye. Thank you again for everything. Be safe on the road." His mother told her brother-in-law.

"Of course Ev."

"HEY THE JS! COME SAY GOODBYE! YOUR UNCLE IS GOING!"

"BYE UNCLE JAY!" They can hear two distinct voices deep inside the house.

"BYE KIDS! You too, Luce."

"You're not italian."

"It was more latin, but alright."

(CRAP! Right. It pretty much means the same thing as his name. Urgh. He's so tired.) "A-anyway. Goodbye uncle J."

"Don't get in too much trouble."

"I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything. Especialy with these two inside."

"Hehe. Fair. And don't course for a girlfriend too hard, ok?"

Sure. A 'Girlfriend'. "That's you who think that."

"Eheh. Anyway. Bye Ev. Bye lil' bro."

"Bye Big J."

"Don't molest him too much, Ev."

"I'll try my best!"

Jason got in his truck and drives away of the house.

"You're not actually going to molest me, right?"

"Depends on how much we need to replaced."

"Ehe.. uuuh."

The parents entered their new home while he retrieved his stuff in the car. As he walked towards his place, he noticed movements out of the corner of his eye.

The only thing he was able to see was a single house a few meters from him. It was pretty old. And clearly abandoned judging by its lack of maintenance.

Did he saw it right? He was sure something or someone were observing him.

(He didn't dreamed it, right? There was a shade looking at him a second ago.)

Lucius stared at the house for a moment. Time seemed to instantly freeze.

Everything was quiet. Everything stayed still. Like there was only him and the house.

"LUCIUS! YOU'RE COMING!?"

He jumped at the call. "YEAH YEAH! I'M COMING!"

He looked back at the house for a minute.

(Strange.)

He walked back to his house.

He really needed to sleep.

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Completed.

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ceruleanmusings · 11 months ago

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Big Time Reality - Big Time Rush & Mason

this is a rewrite in the true sense that i'd re-write the ending of the episode to fit a different plot since the masons are included. it involves the palm woods potentially getting bad press for a "murder" that takes place on reality cameras that forces the reality show to shut down. anyway, here's the scene that leads to that plan!

@partiallypearl @raging-violets @witchofinterest

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The door swung open with so much force it slammed against the trashcan on the other side. The clamor elicited a loud shriek from Carlos, catapulting him off the floor and into James’ arms. James caught him in midair, holding onto his friend with little effort as if he weighed the same as a sack of feathers. All their heads swiveled to Mickey’s still form. The door eased shut behind her, contrasting the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the red tinge to her cheeks, the malice in her eyes, and the sparks dripping from her nose.

“Where…is he?” she demanded, her question coming out as a guttural growl. Everyone’s eyes widened, her question hanging in the following silence. It broke at the low pop sound coming from Jazz’s mouth as she pulled out the lollipop she’d been sucking on. A smirk of approval sat on her lips as she surveyed her sister.

“…I think this is the most I’ve ever heard her talk,” Kendall said, words tinged in awe. Jazz laughed at him taking a step back when a growl sounded in Mickey’s chest. He couldn’t go far, not with Logan near him and the paper towel dispenser hanging on the wall.

“I…have no idea if I should be terrified or intrigued right now,” Logan commented, inching his way behind Kendall.

“I’m both,” James and Carlos said in unison. They both flinched when Mickey’s arm shot up, her finger jabbing in their direction, eyes wide and wild.

“Don’t! You two are the reason we’re in this mess!” Her finger alternated between pointing at James’ face and Carlos’s face so fast she could have created a draft. “You and your stupid fighting!”

“Calm down, Mick,” Jazz said, crossing her arms. “They’re just as innocent as you are.”

“Calm down? Calm down? Do you know what Snake did? Besides mess up my reputation?”

“What?”

“He ruined my vanilla beans!”

Jazz closed her eyes in a slow blink. “…Come again?”

“My vanilla beans!” Mickey’s voice bounced around the tight quarters of the women’s bathroom. “I was going to make a dessert after recording today and, lo and behold, what do I find? An empty jar and my beans burnt to a crisp in the kitchen.”

“Relax,” Sammi said. She sat atop the counter, leaning back against the mirror, one glossy leg crossed over the other. The buffing scrape of her nailfile against her mint green acrylics sawed into the space between their words. “They’re just vanilla beans.”

“No, they’re not! They’re Tahitian vanilla beans!”

Sammi’s eyes flicked upwards, nose wrinkling. “…Does that make them warmer or something?”

Mickey’s heaving breath could’ve knocked down one of the Three Little Pigs’ houses. “No. They’re the most expensive vanilla beans in the world and I was saving them to use for a special dessert.”

“How expensive are these beans?” Mel asked. She twirled a drumstick around her fingers as she spoke, elbows resting on the counter behind her. Her relaxed posture made her appear as if she were having a normal conversation by the watercooler rather than them all being stuffed in the women’s bathroom at Rocque Records.

Mickey’s eyes turned to the ceiling as she began to rock back and forth on her feet. “Like, $400.”

Kendall, Logan, and Carlos appeared indifferent compared to Sammi, Mel, and Jazz who all spluttered, “You spent four hundered dollars on beans!?” James, on the other hand, looked offended, as if they’d pushed their incredulous outburst in his direction.

“…They’re Tahitian!” Mickey repeated, as if more emphasis would help them understand.

“That’s still stupid!” Jazz said back, wiggling her lollipop in Mickey’s direction.

“Oh that’s not that bad,” Kendall cut in. “James once called emergency services because he ran out of hairspray.”

“Hey!” James’ exclamation was almost drowned out by Carlo’s yelp at falling to the floor when James let him go. James didn’t bother looking at him as he continued, “That was my good hairspray.”

“It was $50 for a 5oz bottle,” Logan supplied.

Mel wheeled around to look at James, her braids whipping around her head like the ribbons on a maypole. “Seriously?” she asked, deadpan, eyelids drooping.

“The price means it’s worth it!” Mickey and James all but shouted in unison, simultaneously throwing their arms in the air and rolling their eyes.

“How’d you know it was Snake?” Logan asked Mickey.

“It had to be him! Earlier, Snake and his camera crew popped out of nowhere giving me a note from ‘Carlos’ suggesting that he was ‘jealous’ that I played foosball with James and was ‘making eyes at him’.” Her finger quotes could’ve clawed holes in reality with the ferocity behind the gesture.

“You kind of were,” James said.

“No I wasn’t,” Mickey replied. James lifted his hand, holding his finger and thumb a few inches apart while mouthing “little bit”. She closed her eyes in a slow blink, pushing a few fingers against the side of her head. “Look, it’s one thing to mess with me. I can take that, but you don’t mess with my friends, you don’t mess with my family, and you don’t mess with my food!”

“Regardless of that insanity”—Sammi used her nailfile to motion in Mickey’s and James’ direction—“they have a point. This Snake guy is barkin’ up the wrong tree. He tried to mess with my relationship and I don’t play that.”

“Yeah, that’s why we’re here. For your help,” Kendall said.

“Wait. Kendall Knight doesn’t have a plan?” Mel asked.

Kendall shoveled a hand through his hair. “I’m all out of ideas. And if we don’t do something soon, the whole world is going to get a shot of my butt!”

“Ooh, that’s gotta suck.”

“Thank you!”

“I mean I’d be embarrassed too if that was shown.” Mel gestured at him with her drumstrick. “It’s flat as a pancake.”

“What?” Kendall recoiled, face swiftly switching between bewilderment to offense. Exchanging quick looks, Sammi, Mickey, and Jazz all leaned over, head tilting to look past Kendall. Holding his arms behind him, he backed up against the wall, cheeks blazing. “Not the point! Katie hasn’t come up with anything either so you’re our last hope.”

“Hmm. I’m almost insulted,” Jazz said. She slowly pulled the bright red lollipop out of her mouth and spun it between her fingers. Her lips pursed, red and shiny, as her wrist fell limp, tilting her lollipop backwards. “They’re just going to keep filming everything right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, why don’t you just give them something to film?”

“Look, I’m getting really tired of fighting with James all the time,” Carlos whined. They whipped around to see Carlos lounging on the couch by the door, hands clasped beneath his helmet. “My bruises are getting bruises.”

“Yeah, and my lips are getting really chapped,” Logan added, rubbing his fingers against his mouth. Sammi dug into the pocket on her romper and handed over a stick of lipbalm.

“I don’t mean that.” Jazz waved away their concerns. “If they want to film something good, make sure they film something good. But I mean something bigger.” A spark caught in her eye and she briefly bit down on her tongue out the side of her mouth. “Something that will put their name in the headlines, but maybe not for the most ethical reasons.”

“I’m not showing them the front,” Kendall insisted, eyebrows furrowing.

“We want them to change their minds, not be scarred for life,” Mel said. Kendall shot her a look and she wiggled her eyebrows.

“No one has to drop trou…any more than you already have, anyway,” Jazz said to him. “But we will need to get a little sneaky. Sam.” Sammi lifted her head, the large hoops in her ears swinging beneath her nestle of curls. “Do you have any makeup on you?”

Sammi placed a hand to her chest, affronted. “Of course! You can’t leave home without your makeup!”

“Great. I need you to get in touch with Camille. Tell her we need some of her prosthetics.” Sammi nodded. “Mel. How about you? Still got those frequency jammers?”

“I think so. Should be with my other surveillance stuff.”

“Great. Call Katie, we’re gonna need her to wiggle into some tight spaces. Mick, what about that fake blood recipe?”

Mickey shrugged. “I can whip up as much as you need.”

“Can you do enough to make it look like a crime scene?” Jazz asked, grin getting bigger if possible.

“You got it. But I will need some help carrying the pots.”

“Well, you got two boyfriends now, just put them to work,” Sammi said with a teasing grin,

Mickey glared. “Still not funny.”

“As for you,” Jazz said, addressing the boys, “for now just keep doing what you’re doing. We don’t want Snake thinking anything’s up. We’ll let you know when we’re moving onto part two of the plan.”

“We don’t get to know anything else?” James asked.

Sucking air in through her teeth, Jazz reached out and slapped her hand down on James’ shoulder, giving it a little shake. “You just stay pretty and leave the rest to us. The less you know, the better.”

“And yet he doesn’t know much and things aren’t that much better,” Logan commented.

“Don’t make me punch you!” James threatened.

“Save that energy for the cameras, Diamond. We still need to put on a good show.” Jazz tossed her lollipop into the trashcan and let out a long sigh. “All this goes to show, never let a man do a woman’s job.”

#kendall knight #james diamond #carlos garcia #logan mitchell #big time rush fanfic #jazz mason #mickey mason #mel mason #sammi mason #big time reality #btr rewrite #my writings #mason quads

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californiannostalgia · 2 months ago

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"After seven years on your television screen, Shawn Hunter moved to New York City, where he became an alcoholic. No, I'm kidding. He married the love of his life, Angela Moore. That's not true, either, but he did become a world-famous poet. Actually, last I heard he was the East Coast representative of The Center, a fundamentalist cult.

You may have picked up on the fact that I'm making all of this up. The dark truth is... Shawn has been locked in my basement for 12 years. It's really best for both of us. I'm able to move on (well, except when people confuse me for him), and, as a fictional character, he's much safer down there.

Let's be honest, more Boy Meets World would only further ruin his life. Being The Dramatic Storyline in a 22-minute comedy series takes its toll. It was never easy for him to live a sitcom existence, where poverty can be a punch line, where alcoholic parents can be funny, where no matter how much you learn — no matter how much Mr. Feeny sets you straight — you come back the next week, making the same old mistakes. And the laugh track roars.

Shawn was never meant for that world. He was too dark, too self-indulgent, too whiny. He was a downer! How many times can one character experience loss? Give a heart-wrenching monologue? Go on a soul-searching road trip? Conversely, he'd never survive another genre. Despite his bad-boy posturing, perhaps summed up best by his faux-retro, pseudo-biker look, Shawn wouldn't have lasted minutes in a drama. He may have acted out with some hijinks, but deep down, Shawn's pretty vanilla.

He never swears. He's never done drugs. The furthest he's been from home is Disney World. I think he's still a virgin. None of this would fly on Breaking Bad, Six Feet Under, or House. For all of his flaws, Shawn's, well, safe.

He could potentially leave my basement for a cop show. I could see him heading back to Philadelphia to join the cold case squad. Or to become a hard-bitten-but-ultimately-good detective, solving grisly crimes armed with only his street sense and a leather jacket. Or maybe he could find a hot female with whom to partner-just like on Castle or Bones- and their witty banter could lighten the dark underbelly of the city they protect. The problem there? Shawn ain't that smart. Or perceptive.

He's a C-minus student at best, which seems prohibitive to good detective work. So I think I'll keep him downstairs for now.

I treat him well. He gets plenty of food and water. He even has a window, a small square that lets him see passing feet — and dogs, if they're short enough. He tells me he loves that window. For him, it's like a television, looking out at real people, with real-people problems.

He's fascinated by how unstructured our lives are, how we drift from one moment to the next, free from the constraints of narrative, the pain of lurching endlessly from crisis to resolution. He covets your formless mood. Your un-episodic joys. The way you catch yourself off-guard. The way you wander, slowly, in and out of love. How you can go back, and revise the story of who you are, because there's no DVD box set. The way no one wants to know your ending.

Sometimes, I stay down there with him, and we share memories of the good old days. The time he blew up the mailbox with a cherry bomb. The time he peed on the cop car.

But even our best times together are bittersweet: We both know it can't last. Only one of us can return to the surface and live a semblance of a normal life. I make sure it's me."

forever thinking about rider strong’s answer to “what happened to shawn hunter”

#boy meets world #shawn hunter #incredible meta #writing #tv shows

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joekeeryswife · 3 years ago

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Just a best friend - E.M

i’m having a bad day so enjoy some angst 😍. idk if i’m gonna do a part two but i probably will because this was one of the most awful imagines i’ve ever made and it has a lot of mistakes but enjoy i guess <3

Eddie Munson was your best friend. he’d been your best friend since you were 7 years old, he was 9 and nothing had ever separated the two of you. not when he became the freak, not when you got into high school and people called him a devil worshipper, none of it bothered you because you knew the real Eddie. now, you were quite popular in the school and you’d always wondered why, maybe it was because you were a cheerleader who was actually nice to people but you hung out with Eddie sometimes but people still treated you nicely.

you had developed a crush on Eddie when you were 14 and the feelings had only progressed from the moment you realised. the only people who knew were Chrissy, your cheerleading friend and Robin. Robin had also been your friend for a while (since you were both 13) and she had kept the secret from Eddie the minute she found out, you also worked with Robin at family video which was always a bonus. both Robin and Chrissy encouraged you to tell Eddie your feelings but you never did. you didn’t want to ruin what you already had with him and you knew telling him your feelings would ruin that.

it was a Friday afternoon and you were at your locker collecting your English book, which was thankfully the last lesson of the day, with Robin by your side pestering you about Eddie. “c’mon y/n, you have to tell him some day, it’ll just make you feel worse keeping them in for any longer” she said in a pleading tone. she begged you practically every day to tell Eddie your feelings for him because she would say she was ‘99.9% sure he also felt the same way’. “Rob come on now, you know i can’t do that” you replied, closing your locker after getting the book.

“look i’ll make you a deal. i’ll tell Vickie how i feel once you’ve told Eddie how you feel. i know you want me to get it out as well so i’m willing to risk everything for you to tell him and you definitely shouldn’t be scared because i know he likes you back dingus” she said, as you both walked to English. it was true, Vickie and Robin were so cute together and you wanted them to be together so badly. you sighed loudly and stopped walking to look at her. “god- fine i will. i’m going to his tonight so i’ll tell him then but you better do it Robin. i’m not joking” you said nervously as you heard a loud squeal come from her.

she wrapped her arms around you and jumped around in excitement. “thank you thank you. now dingus i know you’re scared but please don’t be. i’m 99.9% sure he feels the same way” she said those words again. “yeah yeah whatever” you said jokingly as you both walked down the hallway which was still filled with students. you both spoke about how you were working tomorrow and how she was definitely going to find out about how it went tomorrow.

after English was done and school was finished for the weekend. you walked to the car park and saw Eddie waiting at his van, cigarette in his mouth as he waited for you to come out. every Friday without fail you and Eddie would either go to your house or his trailer for a movie night and tonight was definitely the perfect time to tell him your feelings. Eddie’s posture changed once he saw you walking towards him. “hi love, how was English?” he said, pulling you into a tight hug. “hi Eds, it was okay, Mrs Lane just has such a monotone voice i always almost fall asleep. she needs to liven up a bit” you joked making Eddie laugh out loud.

“she does have a boring voice. but come on, i have the exorcist at home” he said, pulling away from the hug and opening the door for you to get in. you said a small ‘thank you’ before he closed the van door carefully. you and Eddie talked about school as he drove to the trailer park, your nerves building up as you got closer and closer to his trailer until finally you stopped outside. “ahh home sweet home” he said as you both got out the van and walked towards the trailer. it was October time and it was starting to get darker earlier. it was already getting dark when you were leaving school, now it was practically pitch black, making you even more nervous to watch this terrifying horror film.

Eddie walked in first and headed straight for the kitchen to grab any snacks he had and you walked to the living room. you were thinking of the perfect time to spill your secret but no time came up. “make yourself at home princess. you want a blanket?” he asked as he watched you sit down on the sofa. “sure, i can get it-” you said before Eddie interrupted you. “nope, i’ll get it just put the tape in please?” he said, walking to his bedroom to get a blanket. you nodded your head and put the tape in the VHS player and waited for Eddie to come back.

he came and sat next to you, blanket and snacks in hand which he chucked all over you. “god Eds be careful” you joked as he pulled you into his arms making you tense slightly. you prayed Eddie wouldn’t notice and you assumed he didn’t because he didn’t say anything, he just kept his arm around your shoulders as he watched the tv screen.

you eyes were on the screen but your mind wasn’t watching the movie, it was focusing on the arm around your shoulders and how you were gonna tell Eddie how you felt. Eddie must have realised you were in your thoughts because he pulled you out of them by speaking to you.

“you okay princess? you’re acting strange” he said, his hand stroking your arm gently sending shivers through your body. you coughed before turning to him. this was it. this was finally the time you were going to tell the boy you’ve loved for so many years your feelings. “i just- i have to tell you something Eds” you said, sitting up from the sofa and grabbing his hands, your palms were sweaty and your nerves were building up more and more.

“what’s up? you’re scaring me” Eddie said as he paused the tape, turning his full attention to you. you took a deep breath before looking directly into his eyes. “im

in love with you Eddie.” you said, relief filling your body as you finally let your feelings be out in the open. “i- what?” Eddie said, eyes wide in shock as he heard you say this. “i love you. this isn’t a joke and i’ve been feeling like this for a while. i’ve been wanting to tell you for ages but i just didn’t know how” you replied, eyes still looking into his. although there was relief in your body, there was still the lingering nerves as you awaited his response.

“y/n sweetheart, you know i love you” he said, his hand squeezing yours tightly. excitement filled your body as he finished that sentence but you didn’t let it be known to him you were excited. “but i’m not in love with you like that. you’re my best friend and i’m so sorry that you feel that way bur i don’t feel the same way you do sweetheart” he carried on, the excitement from your body leaving immediately. embarrassment and shame now filled you. how could you be so stupid? of course he didn’t love you like that. “oh” you whispered as you let your head fall to look at your lap, tears filling your eyes, blurring your vision.

you let go of his hand and stood up, hoping he couldn’t see the tears now spilling from your eyes. “i- i need to go, my mums probably worried” you said, voice cracking slightly as you gathered your things quickly, wanting to leave the trailer right then and there. Eddie followed you around as you slipped on your shoes and walked out the trailer door as fast as you could. “no wait. y/n, sweetheart you have to understand-” “no i get it, i’ll see you around Eddie” you said, slipping your bag over your shoulder as you walked up the pathway.

“at least let me drive you home y/n. you can’t walk home in the dark, i’d hate myself if something happened to you” he shouted after you, guilt filling his body. “i’m good thanks” you shouted back, he knew you were crying, he could hear the tears in your voice as your figure got smaller and smaller as you walked further away from him. you kept your sobs quiet as you walked home but you didn’t stop the tears falling. you had never been so embarrassed in all your life and he was the last person you’d thought you’d be embarrassed in front of. it was safe to say you definitely not going back to his for movie night any time soon.

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years ago

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Trust and Intuition Chapter 2- The Children

Din Djarin x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 4.5k

Warnings- more action this chapter, soft!Mando, mutual pining, so much pining, protectiveness, Din briefly lifts reader while using his jetpack

Notes- Scenes in this chapter were actually the whole inspiration for this whole story so I’m really excited to share this one! And when going back and editing this, I actually added even more pining than the first go at this too so we have pining galore here!! Let me know what you think!

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Out of the peripherals of his vision, Mando noticed movement; someone was watching him. Careful not to startle, he kept still, and watched as the figure slowly crept out of the shadows. It caught the bounty hunter off guard when he realized it was a child, no older than 11 he guessed.

“A kid…?” he breathed.

What had the Mandalorian stumbled upon this time?

The Mandalorian carefully approached the little boy, “It’s alright,” he raised his hands, “I won’t hurt you,” he spoke softly to the child.

The boy inched closer cautiously, and Mando noticed how unkempt and thin he looked. He kept his arms wrapped around his little body, and he looked like a scared animal. “That bag,” he finally said in a meek voice.

“You know who this belongs to?” Mando asked the kid.

He nodded in response, “Can we have it please?” He had a similar pleading look in his eyes as you had.

Mando kept his guard up, but decided to hand the bag over to the boy, who eagerly grabbed and opened it. Inside, there was food, blankets and supplies. As he ruffled through the bag, more children appeared from the shadows. They all looked as though they made these ruins their home, and ranged in age from about 4 to about 11 or 12.

“What is going on here?” he asked the boy, and visibly relaxed his posture so that he did not look like a danger to the children.

The boy glanced at Mando shyly, “We’re hiding here for now,” he said as he handed the food out to the other children, “She keeps us safe. Brings us food,” he finally met the Mandalorian’s vizor, “But since you’re here… What happened?”

A pang of guilt hit Mando as he tried to get more information from the kid who appeared to be the unofficial head of the pack, “Why? What’s going on here?”

“I don’t know exactly,” the kid looked sad, “Kids in this city started disappearing. Then that woman in the mask showed up and brought whoever she could out here to hide until we can go somewhere safer, she says,” he looked back at the other children, who all wore a similar expression: hopelessness. “What happened to her?”

Mando sighed, “The king had a bounty out,” he told the crowd of children, “He said this person was a thief, a kidnapper and started riots.”

“That’s not true!” one of the other kids spoke up as a wave of gasps and muffled cries ran through the kids. The older ones tried to comfort the babies.

“She never stole!” shouted another. Overlapping chatter made it hard for Mando to hear exactly what they said, but he was sure one of them said something about how the woman brought the bag from the palace.

The boy looked up at Mando, “Please, can you get her out? She’s not a bad person! She told us she bought everything she got for us,” he pleaded, “You’re a Mandalorian, right? You can do it, no problem,” tears threatened to fall from his eyes, “You have a baby, wouldn’t you do anything for him?” The boy motioned to the child strapped to his chest as he begged for help.

The child looked up at Mando, who looked down to meet his gaze. He placed a gentle hand on the top of the child’s head, and he cooed in response. All of the children had stopped what they were doing to watch for the bounty hunter’s response. When he met the sad eyes of the group of children, he spoke with conviction.

“I’ll help you.”

The cell was small and dark, and you sat up against a cold wall, your arms still shackled behind your back. The mask and hood still covered you to hide your identity. You weren’t sure how long you sat there alone, but you were sure it was at least a day. The king had tried to interrogate you, but you did not speak a word, knowing your voice would give you away. Although you had a bad feeling that the king already guessed who you were…

Silence in the cell was maddening, but it wouldn’t last much longer. Just outside the walls of your confines, you heard baster shots and muffled screams. You furrowed your brows as you turned towards the bolted door. The blasts got closer, and as you wondered what was happening outside, the door busted open. Two stormtroopers fell into the room dead, and the Mandalorian stood in the doorway. You looked up in surprise as he swiftly made his way into your cell to unclasp your binds without saying a word.

“You went out there, didn’t you?” Your question was more of a statement as you rubbed your now free wrists.

“Come on,” was all he said as he led the way out of the cell. You stopped at the doorway to pick up a blaster from one of the fallen stormtroopers to arm yourself.

“Vero is getting bold,” you commented as you poked one of the bodies.

Mando grabbed your wrist, “Escape now, talk later,” he said as he led the way down the dark corridor.

“Right,” you agreed.

The hallways were like a maze, and even you had trouble navigating it. As you turned a corner, the two of you were met with a couple more troopers. Without hesitation, you shot them both right in the chest. From behind you, more ran up. TheMandalorian had your back and easily shot them down.

“Nice shot,” he tilted his helmet towards you as he picked up the pace down the hall.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you answered playfully, and you swore you heard him stifle a laugh. You were surprised at how at ease you felt with him and how well you worked together, even in this dangerous situation. It was like you instantly felt safe; maybe your instinct to trust him was right.

Alarms blared throughout the palace to alert the guards of your escape. You tried to think of the layout in your head, and guided Mando along the corridors. Between the two of you, any stormtroopers or guards that tried to stop you were easily dealt with. As you and the bounty hunter ran down the halls, you ended up on an open bridge in the midday sun between two of the palace towers. On one end of the bridge stood a gaggle of men that blocked the way. Their blasters were aimed at you but they didn’t shoot yet.

Mando tried to turn you around to go back the way you came, but that way was now blocked by another group of stormtroopers. You stood with your back to the mandalorian as you both aimed your blasters at your enemies on either side of the bridge. Panic started to rise within you as you dreaded the thought of facing King Vero again and what he would do to you.... And him. You guessed that he wouldn’t be as easy on you this time around.

“Got any ideas?” you asked over your shoulder, hiding the panic in your voice. You hoped he did, because you drew a blank.

“Yeah, I got one. Hang on,” he gave you no warning before he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and lifted you off the ground. He jumped off the bridge and activated his jet pack before you had the chance to react with more than a yelp. The guards tried to shoot at you two, but he maneuvered into the blinding sunlight to avoid their shots. You covered his back and shot at the group as he flew you away from the palace, ignoring the whirlwind of dizziness that came with the sudden flight.

You caused some commotion as the Mandalorian landed you both in the middle of a crowded area. He hoped that the crowd would provide some cover, but someone quickly pointed at the two of you and shouted. Either the palace must have already put a hit out on you both or the spectacle of a Mandalorian was enough to cause a commotion in the streets.

“Shit,” Mando grabbed your hand and ran with you down the street. He weaved around the market stands as he tried to draw the incoming fire away from the civilians, which did not go unnoticed by you.

He threw a small smoke bomb behind you to create a harmless distraction and ducked into a small darkened alleyway. He pulled you in close to his body to shield you from sight and clung close to the wall. You held your breath as you heard stormtrooper voices pass by. For what felt like forever, you and Mando held perfectly still in the shadow of the alleyway as you waited for the sounds and commotion to die down. Although the pounding of your heart felt loud in your head still, even as the dust settled.

Once it felt like the danger passed, Mando looked over his shoulder to check his surroundings. No one seemed to be around, and anyone who had been chasing you two moved on to look elsewhere. He moved his body so you could look up, but he kept his grip on your arms tight to keep you protected. You glanced over his shoulder before you turned to look up at him. It was then that you both realized how close you were and how tightly he held onto you. Mando let go of you and you stepped back awkwardly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you attributed that to what you just went through.

“We have to get back to the ruins,” you said urgently, “They’ll find them…”

“No,” he replied.

“But…” you tried to retaliate but he cut you off.

“Just trust me,” he reached his hand out to you again.

You looked down at his hand then back up at his helmet. He had gotten you this far. “Alright,” you sounded more out of breath as you slid your hand into his, taking it yourself this time. Before he took off running again, you let out a short exhale as you started to crave the comfort of his embrace more and more with each time he took your hand.

The Mandalorian led you to the opposite side of the city from the ruins. In the back of your mind, you worried about why he led you this way, but you already made the decision to trust him. He made sure to avoid any people and remain undedicated as you headed out of the city. Once you left the city’s border, he seemed to relax a bit. It was much more quiet out here and was not guarded at all. Up ahead, you could see a small hill.

As you got closer to the hill and started to climb it, Mando started to slow down. Throughout your escape, he barely said anything, but you could feel his protectiveness in the way he held you so tightly. It made you wonder about him, why he did all this for you. Then, you noticed what you assumed was his ship hidden up in the hill.

Smart, you thought to yourself. It wasn’t the only surprise, though. As you both walked closer to his ship, you could see movement. It took you a moment to see what it was, but you quickly realized that it was all the children you had been looking after in the ruins.

They came running up to you happily, and you almost cried from the relief of seeing them. You dropped to your knees and hugged them all. The children all talked over each other, which made it hard to hear what they each said. You managed to decipher the words “Mandalorian,” “cool,” “help,” “baby,” among a few others before you noticed some of them pointed to a small green baby with large ears. They bounded back over to the baby, who stood on one of the rocks with his arms held up, as if he waited for the kids to come back to him.

You stood up as you watched all the children interact playfully before you took off your mask and hood to reveal your face for the first time. You stretched your stiff neck and then turned to the Mandalorian, who had been watching over you. As you shed your coverings, a medallion emerged from the layers of your clothing and glistened against your chest. Upon studying it, Mando saw it was a crescent moon surrounded by three stars, the same symbol that hung in the palace and all around the city.

“Your highness,” he addressed you formally.

You gave him your name in response, “Please, just call me that.” You weren’t surprised he figured out who you were: the supposedly kidnapped queen. You smiled up at him, and for several moments, you stayed silent as you studied him.

“What?” he finally asked in a soft tone.

“I’m just trying to figure you out,” you answered light-heartedly, “Big rough and tough Mandalorian is actually a big softie.”

Mando tilted his head to the side and sighed heavily. You swore you saw him shake his head subtly, yet you imagined a slight smirk on his face underneath the armor.

“Don’t resent that,” you pat his chest tenderly, sensing his thoughts, “It suits you,” you said with a warm smile before you went over to join the children.

Mando stood there dumbfounded as he watched your face light up around the children. He would never admit that your words caught him off guard. He touched his fingertips to his chest where you pat him and felt his heart skip a beat. There was something about you that he just couldn’t deny, even though you had just met.

The children all stared up at you in awe. You kept your identity a secret to protect them, only allowing them to hear your true voice, and they never would have guessed that it was the queen herself that protected them. Murmurs ran through the group of about a dozen children before they remembered what they wanted to show you.

“Look, look!” one of the little girls said excitedly as she led you to the child, “The Mandalorian has a baby!”

You pat the girl on the head as you kneeled down to meet the child’s eye. He looked at you and as soon as your eyes met, a wide smile brightened his little face. You smiled back at him as you reached your hand out to him.

“Aren’t you an adorable little guy?” you cooed at the little one as you found yourself mesmerized by his big, sweet eyes.

“Do you know what he is?” Mando’s voice rang from behind you.

“I’ve never seen anything like him before,” you replied to him without turning around, “His species must be extremely rare.” Something about this baby had you completely captivated. Not only was he adorable, but his eyes seemed to look directly into your soul. It was as if he could see things you could not.

He reached out to you, and you could tell he wanted you to pick him up. Happily, you complied and lifted him off the perch he stood on and sat him in your lap. The children all got quiet as you and the child looked at each other as if you communicated without using words.

The child stretched his arms up to your face, and you bowed your head down so he could reach. As soon as his little hands touched your forehead, you felt a rush of emotions and you could see images of your past in your mind. Then you saw a flash, like blaster fire as you wrapped your arms around the child to protect him while the Mandlaorian shouted your name…

You broke away from his touch with a gasp in a panic. However, you tried to hide your alarm from everyone as you handed the baby to one of the older kids, “Here,” you told the boy, “Watch over him while Mando and I talk.”

Once you were alone and the child ran off to play closer to the ship, you bit your thumbnail as you walked to the edge of the cliff with a blank expression on your face. The children didn’t notice the change in your demeanor and all went back to fawning over the baby. It was only Mando that watched you, sensing the shift in your emotions.

“You ok?” he asked as he came to stand next to you.

“Where did this kid come from?” you answered with a question of your own.

“It’s a long story,” Mando briefly explained his target-turned-foundling story, leaving out many key details.

You chuckled, “So you have a habit of saving kids?” you gave him a faint smile that didn’t reach your eyes. Clearly something was still on your mind, and Mando could tell you were avoiding it. He knew better than to pry, though.

“Apparently,” he rested his arms in front of him. He stood next to you in silence for a few minutes as you both gazed over the horizon. While your gaze stayed out, watching the sun glisten in the sky, Mando couldn’t help but glance over at you over and over again as the sun highlighted your figure.

You exhaled sharply and broke the silence, “I’ve never seen a power like this in person before.”

The bounty hunter turned to you, “Power?”

“He gave me a vision. And I could feel,” you paused, “All these emotions,” you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“What did you see?” There was genuine concern in his voice.

“My… Ummm…” you drifted off as you struggled to find the words. You could feel his gaze on you, but you kept yours straight ahead. Finally, you let go of your breath as your gaze dropped down.

Mando knew there was something on your mind, but he decided not to push the subject any further. You two stood in a comfortable silence as you watched the sun in the distance. You could hear the children behind you, and this was the most you heard them laugh in a long time. While lost in thought, you realized what had to be done and you brought yourself back to the present.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked.

“We wait for nightfall, then we get these kids out of here,” he answered, “Take them somewhere safe.”

“I know someplace safe,” you replied, your gaze still out in front of you. After several moments, you finally turned to him, and the tension melted away from your face. You opened your mouth to say something more, but a commotion behind you cut off your thoughts. One of the kids ran up to you and called your name.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you put your hands on his shoulders.

The child took a breath before he answered you, “Bad guys, down there.”

You and the Mandalorian turned to each other before you both lept into action, “Looks like we don’t get to wait until night,” you commented with urgency in your voice.

He was quick to get back into battle mode, “Get the kids on the ship. I’ll cover you,” he said as he pulled his blaster out.

Immediately, your focus went to keeping the children safe as you did as the Mandalorian said. You scooped up his young child into your arms to keep him safe as you directed the rest to the ship. From down the hill, you could hear shots fired, and you tried to keep everyone quiet to stay hidden.

As you got the last couple kids onto the ship, you could see Mando run back up the hill. You didn’t see anyone behind him, but you had a bad feeling that this wasn’t over just yet.

“We gotta go,” he said as you all hurried abroad, “Strap the kids in.” He then disappeared up into the cockpit and left you in the hull with all the little ones.

You couldn’t see anything, but you could hear the engine start up. You wasted no time and helped each child buckle into the row of seats that sat along the wall. To be more efficient, you sat some of the smaller ones into the older one’s laps. As the ship shook from take off, you could hear more sounds: other fighter ships.

The sounds of the children’s cries mixed with the sound of Mando firing on the enemy ships filled the space. Truth be told, you were just as afraid as the children, but you kept your face as level as possible and focused on keeping them strapped in and safe. The ship rocked around as the bounty hunter evaded fire, and you held on to a post with one arm with Mando’s little child still tightly tucked in your other arm.

Suddenly, a small explosion rocked the ship. The children all screamed as you stared in horror at the small fire on the far end of the cargo area. You tightened your grip on the child as your body flung back against a wall.

“Mando! We’re hit!” you called up once you were able to take a breath. You hated how helpless you felt in the situation; you knew all you could really do is keep the kids from flying about the space. You could only hope that this bounty hunter was as good as the stories said.

The child stared at the growing fire and you could feel the determination in that tiny body as he tended in your grasp. He lifted his arms up and focused all his energy on the damaged hull. You and the rest of the kids all watched in awe as the metal seemed to move on its own and the ship seemed to repair itself. With wide eyes, you looked down and saw the child concentrating intently in your arms.

With one last shake, the mandalorian’s child managed to completely repair the damage, and it was as if nothing had hit the ship in the first place. Everyone in the room was in such shock, none of you realized that Mando had fished off the rest of the attackers and launched his ship into orbit to escape.

When Mando came into the hull space, he was met with silence, you and the children stared in amazement at the small green baby. He looked around and figured that the child had used his mysterious powers to fix the ship.

“Everyone ok?” he broke the silence.

You jumped at the sound of his voice and scanned the room to make sure they were all safe, “Yeah,” you breathed out, “Mando...what…?” you couldn’t form a complete sentence. You were aware that powers like this existed, and you knew of the force, but it was one thing to read about it and another to actually see it in person.

“It’s a long story,” he said with a sigh, “You all should rest. We’re safe now,” he addressed the children in a soft voice. He helped you get all the kids calmed down and settled. You passed his child back to him and watched as he tenderly lay the baby down on a cot. You felt something stir in you as you watched how gentle he was with all the children.

He looked up once the child was tucked in and you realized you were staring. You cleared your throat and looked away as you tugged at your shirt. You vaguely heard him tell you to rest as well before he disappeared back up into the cockpit. However, you were entirely too restless to sit still.

“Hey Mando,” you called up, “Mind if I join you?”

Your answer came when the door to the cockpit slid open, and you climbed up to join the Mandalorian in the small room. He sat in the pilot's chair, but it appeared he had already put the ship on autopilot.

“What is it, your highness?”

“You don’t need to be so formal with me,” you replied and gave him your name once more, “That’ll do just fine. I’m not much of a queen anyway,” you added with a scoff. Then, you looked up and your face melted. You stared out into the vast space in wonder, and Mando could see your eyes sparkle like the stars.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with genuine concern.

You shook your head to pull yourself out of your thoughts, “Sorry, it’s just that I haven’t been off the planet since I was a kid. I almost forgot how beautiful the stars are,” you stared out the window, wide-eyed.

Mando watched as your face lit up, and he found himself thinking a similar thought. Only, his thought wasn’t about the stars.

Suddenly, you became aware of a strong gaze on you. You cleared your throat as you fidgeted with your hands and looked down. “I, uh, just wanted to say thank you,” you broke the silence, “For helping me, and more importantly for saving the kids.”

You seemed to have finished your thought, but Mando could feel a “but” in the air.

With a deep breath, you continued, “I hate to ask this of you, especially since you’ve done so much already,” you turned to face him, “But I can’t stay with the kids. I have to go back to Dria.”

“Go back?”

You steadied yourself, “I should never have let things get this bad. I have to fix my mistakes,” clearly, you were afraid. But you knew what you had to do, “I have to take the planet back from the Empire, finish what the rebels started before me. Even if...” your voice drifted off and you balled your hands into fists as your newly found determination drove you.

“I’ll help you,” he said plainly. He recognized that fire in your voice, and he knew how much this meant to you, even if it was a very dangerous mission. He also guessed that the vision of your father had something to do with your drive, but it wasn’t a subject he wanted to push.

This took you off guard, “I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve done more than enough as it is.”

“How can you be sure the people have a decent leader if you die trying?” he retorted in an attempt to lighten your spirits.

You cracked a slight smile. He never ceased to surprise you. The same feeling took over you again as you looked at him. Even if you couldn’t see his face, there was something about him that made your heart flutter. “How do you know I’ll be a decent leader?” you finally said in a playful voice.

“I have a good feeling about you,” you could hear the lighthearted tone in his voice and it made you chuckle softly. “Why don’t you get some rest? You’ll need it,” he added for a moment of silence.

You nodded as you were suddenly aware of how exhausted you actually were, “Here,” you pulled up the holo map and pointed to a nearby moon, ”Durane,” you said, “There’s a secret rebel base there. We’ll be safe there for now,” with a nod, you turned to leave. But before you stepped out, you added softly, “Thanks, Mando. For everything.”

He watched you leave the cockpit and instantly wished he asked you to stay.

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Practically Magic Chapter Seven: The Stars That Guide You

Summary: Growing up in the same tiny mountain town, Y/N Owens and Dean Winchester despised each other. The only thing they ever agreed on was their need to escape. Life took them in opposite directions and neither of them ever looked back. So, when their paths cross over a series of gruesome murders in their hometown it was no surprise that old friction heated up again.

Dean never dreamed he’d be teaming up with a psychic, the FBI frowned on that sort of thing, but he was desperate. When that psychic turned out to be Y/N Owens, Dean knew two things for sure. One, Y/N was the real deal and two, he was in real trouble.

Pairing: Agent!Dean x Psychic!Reader, Dean x Reader, AU Dean x You Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: Slow Burn, Serial Killer Elements, Witches, Haters to Lovers, Claustrophobic Elements, Murder Scenes

Author’s Notes: This is an AU taking elements from the film Practical Magic and applying them to a fictional world where Dean Winchester is an FBI Agent. You will find parallels from that movie here, some quotes and other elements that capture the essence of the world of the Owens Witches. Hopefully! Additional Author’s Notes: This is a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Chapter Six: The Stars That Guide You Word Count: 4614

“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.” – Sally Owens

April 19, 2008

Vivienne Owens was a straightforward woman. Tall and slim with an ageless face, she never lacked for companionship. A good laugh and a strong embrace were really all she sought when life got lonely. Never did she seek love. That kind of nonsense could ruin a witch! Especially if that witch was an Owens. She had no desire to spend her life mourning the loss of yet another victim of the family curse. Besides, her life wasn’t lacking in the love. She had you.

Funny, kind, and smart as a whip, you were the apple of your Gran’s eye. After the heartbreaking death of your mother, Viv found herself thrust into the role of guardian. Never would have guessed that out of that heartbreak would come such a gift! Raising you gave her a purpose she hadn’t expected. Life’s blessings were often found in unexpected places.

She was eternally grateful for the friendship you forged with Sam Winchester. That boy had a heart of gold and manners to match. For all the times she worried about the cruelty you might encounter out in the world, she never worried when you were with Sam. Unfailingly loyal and true. Exactly the sort of man Viv hoped would catch your eye when the time came. Alas, it wasn’t meant. She’d consulted every card and crystal on the matter, and they all had the same answer, not the one.

When the doorbell sounded, Viv answered it without hesitation. The gentleman caller waiting on the porch had her narrowing her eyes.

“Well, well. The bad penny.”

“Ms. Owens.” Dean replied with respect in his voice and his posture, hoping the Owens matriarch would give him a pass. For once.

“You’re supremely over-dressed to drive a pair of teenagers to the school dance. Or are you chaperoning?”

To his credit, he stood a bit taller, pride refusing to let him shrink away. “I’m Y/N’s date.”

Viv never liked Dean. A pretty faced bad boy who had neither the ambition nor the work ethic to be a decent match for any woman of quality. Certainly not for her cherished granddaughter.

She took a step towards him, steel in her dark eyes, “Not a chance.”

“Gran, stop teasing. We’re going to be late.”

There are events in life, specific moments that shift the world. Forever changing it and leaving us, the poor players struggling to right ourselves in the wake. By rights, one should be able to see something that epic a mile off. Maybe that was by design. How many of us would stay in the path of chaos when the outcome is so uncertain?

For better or worse, Dean was rooted to the floor as he watched you descend the staircase. If Sammy were there, he would have rattled off some random fact about the symbolic meaning of a staircase. A journey or a passageway uniting two states of being. But Dean didn’t need it spelled out for him, it was plain as day. You’d raced up those stairs a thousand times as a girl, but tonight a young woman came back.

“Uh… Sammy’s sick,” Dean blurted out, surprised that he was able to form a sentence.

“Yeah, he just called, poor guy.” You smiled, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. Visible for the first time without braces, “You look really nice.”

Dean tried to blink himself out of his stupor. He’d watched you grow up, but this was seeing you. Really seeing you for the first time. Your dress was purple, of course it was. Strapless and fitted to the waist where it flared out into a proper princess gown with layers of tulle. There were thousands of tiny crystals sewn into the design that sparkled when you moved.

You had curves. Real curves. Your bust… wow. When did that happen?? Your normally mousy brown hair was a shade darker and pinned back with a silver comb so that it fell prettily over your shoulder. Your eyes looked darker too, lined and luminous. They held expectation, reminding him to speak.

“You’re beautiful.”

You could count on one hand the number of times Dean had spoken without a trace of sarcasm or swagger. This wasn’t the way he spoke to Lisa Braeden or any of the other girls that came around. There was no smirk. No flirt. No charming line. The sincerity in his voice was mirrored in the green eyes that held yours.

“Y/N.”

The way he said your name made butterflies stir in your stomach! No boy had ever said your name like that before, like a prayer and a promise mixed together. Like you were special and meant to be treated that way.

Confidence bloomed. You tilted your head with a teasing grin and spun in a circle, “Do you like my princess dress?”

“Oh, I’m a fan,” Dean chuckled, his cheeks turning pink in the process.

You picked up the skirt and revealed a pair of transparent heels that sparkled like they’d been dipped in fairy dust. “Look,” you laughed. “Cinderella!”

“Alright, you two, picture time.”

You pulled on a pair of long, white opera gloves and Dean tied the corsage of wisteria and starflowers to your wrist. The sight of big, tough Dean Winchester tying a delicate bow made your heart melt. You did your best to be grown up about it and straightened his bowtie in exchange.

Viv posed you by the ornately carved banister at the base of the stairs. Dean stood behind you, his arm wrapped naturally around your waist, and you glanced up at him with a smile. The camera was a family heirloom, several generations old. If the light was right, the lens would reveal the subject’s aura. She didn’t even have to adjust the focus, the haze around the pair was glowing bright pink, edging into crimson. Viv silently cursed.

When love is true, there is a rosy hue.

“Come on, Princess. I got your carriage waiting,” Dean said, holding the door for you.

Gran dropped a kiss to your forehead, “Have fun, darling girl.”

“Love you, Gran,” you smiled back as you fastened the wrap around your shoulders.

Vivienne’s fondness cooled as she regarded the eldest Winchester. The fates may have deemed you a perfect match, but she sure as hell didn’t have to like it.

“I’ll have her home by midnight, Viv… ah, Ms. Owens.”

“Treat her like a princess and we won’t have an issue, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean shook the hand the woman held out to him and tried to shrug off the ill-ease that came with it. He knew Viv didn’t hold him in high esteem, but this was the first time he felt a true, underlying threat. He didn’t want to fixate on what his fate would be if he failed to deliver you at the appointed hour.

“It’s a promise.”

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, then your prom must have been held at the ninth gate.

You never meant for things to go so badly; your motives were entirely pure! Wear the dress, play the part, and behave yourself. A task so simple anyone could do it. Anyone except you, apparently.

You wrung your gloved hands together in your lap as the Impala squealed out of the high school parking lot. Too nervous to steal a glance at Dean, you turned your attention to the houses and street signs whizzing by. He wasn’t saying anything, and you could hardly blame him. In under twenty minutes you managed to turn a normal, if bland, school dance into utter chaos! So much for a night of playing princess.

When the silence in the car finally became more than you could take, you spoke. “Do you think everyone noticed?”

“Which part? When the strobe lights exploded or when that statue of Charlie Baker came to life and ordered a whiskey?”

“We shouldn’t have a statue of him in the first place, he murdered dozens of Ute Indians.”

“Yeah, well tonight he was aiming for the principal.” Dean gave a thoughtful pause, “Is that girl’s hair going to grow back?”

You groaned and let your head fall back against the seat, “Ugh! Gran’s gonna have my ass. I’m supposed to be working on control. I’ll be lucky if they don’t hang me in the town square!”

“Nah, it’s not that bad. Most people won’t even believe it, they’ll probably blame it on a prank gone wrong or bad beer.”

The car went quiet again as you ran through dozens of ways you could explain this to your grandmother. None of them good. Maybe you should go back and try a memory spell? You were still inexperienced with casting and something of this size was not for a novice. Given your track record, there was a good chance it would backfire. As if things could get any worse…

Then you heard Dean snicker.

Looking over, you saw his shoulders start to shake. An ill-concealed grin took over his face, although he clearly tried to fight it.

“Dean! It’s not funny!”

He laughed then, loudly. Cracking up so bad he had to wipe a tear from his eye. “Did you see the look on Mrs. Walcott’s face then Charlie called her a Painted Lady and asked how much?”

You shook your head and pressed your lips together, trying to keep a straight face. It didn’t work. Dean had the best laugh and when he really got going it was contagious.

“A dollar for the night, two if the lights stay on,” you chuckled, repeating Charlie’s offer.

“Holy hell, Y/N… best prom ever!”

It was early yet, so rather than take you home to face a lecture, Dean headed in the opposite direction. Ten miles outside of town and up the side of the mountain, he pulled off to a lookout point. Not well used, the gravel road was overgrown with weeds just starting to green for the spring. He parked Baby facing the valley below. The worn, flannel blanket in the trunk still spread perfectly over the hood for the two of you to lay on.

No stars shone through the overcast sky, making the lights of Silverton especially bright.

Dean pulled a flask from his inside coat pocket and offered it to you, “Sorry your prom blew up.”

You took a sip, surprising him by not choking on the warm whiskey. “It’s not a total loss,” you replied, handing it back to him. “The company’s still top notch.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve missed you.”

You still couldn’t believe that he was here, let alone your date! You hadn’t seen much of Dean after he graduated. He bounced around taking a few trade courses and working in garages off and on. He didn’t seem to have much of a direction except to get out of Silverton. You suspected that the only thing keeping him around at all was Sam.

After what happened with Bobby, Dean closed himself off to you. There were no more Saturday afternoons spent tuning up the Impala. No more hot cocoa after class or karaoke on country drives. You missed his friendship and his company, but fear and pride kept you from seeking him out.

Still, he was here now, and you took it as a good sign.

“I missed you too.”

Sudden shyness had you looking away and changing the subject. “Sam said that you were working in Denver.”

“Ah yeah, for a while, you know.” Dean took another swallow of whiskey and looked out to the city lights, “It’s a little big for a kid from the sticks. I spent most of my time in Greeley.”

An image popped into your mind of blowing blonde hair and sad eyes. “Greeley. That’s where your mom was from.”

A bittersweet smile tugged at his lips, “Your hocus pocus is getting better, Pip.”

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Nah, don’t be. It’s no secret.”

“So, you have family there? Mary’s family?”

“Sure do!” he barked out a laugh, “A whole clan of Campbells. Aunts and uncles, cousins. Both grandparents. They, ah… they have this big ol’ ranch up there. It’s really beautiful.”

“They must have been happy to see you, it’s been a long time.”

“I didn’t tell them who I was. Made up a story about passing through looking for work. Helped them get one of their tractors up and running again, but I moved on after a couple of days.”

You found his hand in the dark and laced your fingers through his. He squeezed back, latching onto it like a lifeline.

“They didn’t recognize me. Dad always said I looked like her, but they didn’t even look at me twice. I told ‘em my name was John Bonham! That should have at least raised an eyebrow.”

“What did Sam say about it?”

Dean sat up, his knees pulled up so he could rest his elbows on them, “He doesn’t know I went.”

The rejection and grief seeped out of the old wound in his heart. The pain so acute that you felt it as your own. You knew what it was to lose a mother, but you were never alone with it. You had Gran. Dean bore his burden on his own. By necessity and by choice.

“Tell him. He’s your brother, he wouldn’t want you to go through this alone.”

“Sweetheart, that’s exactly the point. Sammy’s always saying we’ve got family out there, always wanting to know more about them. Well, now I know about ‘em.”

“You went to Greeley for Sam.”

“I wasn’t gonna let him get hurt.” Dean hopped down from Baby’s hood and kicked a few stones from his path,

“My mom loved this spot. She used to drive us up here all the time, even before Sammy was born. This was where she told me I was going to be a big brother! Hell, she even told me before she told Dad. Taking care of that kid is my job, the only one I ever gave a damn about. The only one I was ever any good at.”

You got down from the car and pulled Dean into a tight hug. Your fingers curled around the nape of his neck as he buried his face in your shoulder. You stayed like that for a long time, absorbing the hurt along with the dampness of old tears.

“You’re doing a good job, Dean,” you whispered into his ear. “She’s very proud of you.”

He crushed you to him and closed his eyes until he could breathe again. After a time, the heavy cloud of grief lifted, and he felt better than he had in a long time. When he released you, he found calm and kindness in your gaze instead of judgement. You were far too young to have eyes so wise.

He shifted gears, deliberately trading melancholy for frivolity. He reached into the Impala through the driver’s side window. “You know Y/N, I’m not doing a very good job of keeping my word to your Gran.”

Your head tilted, not entirely sure what he was up to. “What do you mean?”

“I promised her to treat you like a princess.” His voice was muffled as the radio came to life. The first chords of Dylan’s Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door floated out into the night.

Your eyes grew wide as he held out a hand to you with a dashing smile, “Every princess deserves a dance.”

“Oh! No, Dean. I don’t know.”

“Why not? This is a great song!”

“Well, ah… I just never,” you cleared your throat and whispered, “I don’t know how to dance.”

He paused for a moment. He saw the uncertainty in your gaze, and he banished it with a wink, “Just follow my lead, Sweetheart. I’ll teach you all you need to know.”

Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand tugged you out into the clearing. He quickly spun you in a dizzying circle, making you crash into him with a laugh. One of your hands was guided to his shoulder and he told you to hang on tight. You only stepped on his toes a couple of times before you found the rhythm.

“Look at that,” he beamed down at you, “You’re a natural.”

Warmth spread through you like sunlight as you settled into the dance. You focused on new and fascinating sensations, like the feeling of his hand on your waist. The subtle scent of his cologne. The smoothness of his clean-shaven cheek as it brushed against yours. The way your hands fit, like they were meant to go together.

“Y/N?”

His voice was rough, but softened when he said your name.

“Hmm?”

“Does it always feel like that?”

You didn’t dare look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Magic,” he said at last. “Back at the school, there was this zap.”

Your grip on his shoulder tightened. “You felt that?”

A laugh bubbled up from his throat as he swayed you back and forth, “Hell yeah, I did! It was like a lightning strike! Is it always like that when you twitch your nose?”

Your mind raced, there was no way he should have felt that! No mortal would have, not even someone close to you. Only a witch born to the craft would be able to detect an energy fluctuation like that. And even so, it would have been minimal.

“No, not always. It depends on what I’m feeling.”

“So, back there you were… pissed?”

“Yes. Anger carries heat, makes it snap and sizzle,” you carefully explained. “Magic always comes from within. From your heart. Emotions give it fuel.”

“Can you do it again?” His green eyes curious, “Another spell, a different one.”

When you didn’t answer right away, he thought he’d offended you. But you didn’t push him away. Another song came on the radio, and you pulled him in close. He wasn’t lying earlier; you were incredibly light on your feet. This time you led, spinning him around in pleasant circles to the music. The full skirt of your dress swishing around your feet.

Your lips barely brushed his ear as your whispered, “The star that guides you shines brightest in the dark.”

He didn’t know what the words meant, but goosebumps broke out as soon as you said them. Similar to what he felt back at the prom, but not as sharp. This was warm and seductive, like a good bourbon. Honeyed gold. Rays of the sun that filtered through the Aspens in autumn. Completely relaxed and a bit tipsy. It felt good, and so did he.

The light broke him out of his magic haze. And it took him a minute to realize that it was coming from you. You were glowing.

Actually glowing.

It started with your dress. The tiny sequins shimmered, then got brighter. Twinkling stars against the violet fabric like the night sky. Delicate threads of iridescent silver light wove through your hair and swirled over your skin. The light gathered and grew bright between your joined hands. Not even your satin gloves could keep the heat from radiating at the connection.

When you raised your dark eyes to meet Dean’s, everything stopped. Even the music stopped. He was aware of nothing except you. The way you looked at him, like he hung the moon in the sky. The shape of your lips as you said his name. It was plain as day and he’d been a fool not to see it.

You raised your hand and with a flick of your wrist, the clouds whisked away. Millions of stars danced in the sky and a comet blazed a path over the mountains in the distance. The moon came out and shone down silver beams so bright that you and Dean could see each other clearly. There was no hiding in the shadows. No dancing around the half-whispered rumors that plagued your family.

Dean’s wide eyes scanned the sky in wonder before landing on you. You held your breath, the confidence that flooded you a moment ago ebbed away. This was you naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Rule one, never reveal your magic! Witches were burned for that sort of thing.

He gently brushed his knuckles over your cheek, proving to himself that you were real. “How? How did I not see?”

“I don’t normally perform spells in public.”

His other hand came to rest on your waist, certain that if he didn’t keep contact you would disappear like a dream. “I don’t mean the magic, I mean you. You grew up, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, “So did you.”

“You did a better job of it, Sweetheart.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, running your hands over the lapels of his suit. “You look pretty grown up to me.”

Eyes closed and lips met. Cautious and curious at first, then warm and open. As natural and essential as breathing. Moving in tandem and growing in intensity. It was impossible to tell who initiated it, but it didn’t matter. It was the sweet connection of souls that inspired playwrights and poets.

Dean wasn’t a believer in fate, but he couldn’t deny the feeling of rightness. Every step he’d taken, even when he walked away from you, was leading him here. He knew it, all the way down to his bones. He wasn’t always sure what he wanted his life to look like or what he wanted to do with it. But now he knew one thing for certain, he wanted it to include you.

You blinked up at him with a dazed expression as he gently pulled away. He tucked a strand of hair back behind your ear with a soft chuckle, “Everything okay?”

Ever so delicately, you brought your fingers up to trace the shape of his face. The ridge of his brow, the angle of his cheekbone. No one had ever touched him with such softness or reverence. Your touch ghosted over his lips, and you smiled.

“Everything’s perfect.”

Dean walked you to your door just as the clock struck twelve. He kissed your hand, certain that anything more than that would lead to the backseat of the Impala, and you deserved better than that. He wanted better than that, for both of you.

“Thanks for tonight, I had a really good time.”

“Me too. Sleep well, Princess.”

You shyly ducked your head before closing the door behind you with a quiet click.

He was halfway down the sidewalk, congratulating himself on his restraint when the door opened. He turned just in time to see a cloud of purple sparkles barreling towards him. He caught you with a happy grunt as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him with enough enthusiasm to take his breath away. Electricity zinged over his skin and made his heart jump.

Your grin was triumphant, and you gave his lips one last peck, “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight… Y/N.”

You spun away laughing, and skipped back to the house, “Let’s get coffee tomorrow!”

“Okay,” Dean said, as much to himself as to you. The door closed again and this time the lock latched. Viv’s tall shadow passed by the window, evidently you were in for the night whether you wanted to be or not.

Dean shoved his hands into his pockets and whistled to himself as he walked back to the Impala. Tonight turned out to be the best rollercoaster ride of his life, and he never wanted to get off.

As his hand reached the garden gate, a low growl sounded from the darkness. He stopped dead in his tracks as a massive black dog came out of the shadows. It stood between him and the car. Its eyes glowed an eerie red and the hackles on it’s back made the long fur stand up in warning. The night air, light with new love turned stale and sulfuric. Even the silver moonlight shifted to sallow green.

Dean slowly moved his hands to his jacket, searching for a pocketknife or his keys. Anything to use as a weapon. Coming up empty, he knew speed was his only hope. The evil thing threw its head back in a terrifying howl and Dean ran! Back up the flagstone path to the house, but he only got a few feet before he was tackled to the ground. Sharp teeth gleamed and gnashed as he struggled with the monster. It was impossibly strong and smelled like death and decay.

It went for his throat and Dean was just able to deflect its attack. It missed his jugular but clamped down on his forearm. Blood poured, skin and muscle shredded away from the bone and Dean screamed. Another soul lost to the beast.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

“Dean! Get up, damn it!”

Dean bolted upright in his bed. Soaked in sweat and sticking to the sheets, he frantically looked around the room for the wolf. Met with only frilly fabrics and case files, he rubbed a hand over his thudding heart.

“Come on, you jerk!” Bam. Bam. Bam. “Open up!”

Oblivious to the fact that he was in his boxers, Dean stumbled to the door and slid the dainty gold chain off the lock.

“What?!”

Sam rolled his eyes and shoved past his brother, “What the hell took you so long? Were you sneaking a chick out the bathroom window?”

Dean stepped out on to the tiny porch, his eyes squinting in the sun as he scanned the street. His Baby was still parked right where he left her, along with a few other cars. A woman jogged by pushing a stroller, white puffs of air rose as she exhaled. A typical, crisp morning in Silverton.

“Dean, you alright?” Sam asked from the doorway.

“Did you see a dog a few minutes ago?”

“What?”

“A big, black dog. Maybe a wolf?”

“A wolf?’ Sam’s brow furrowed, “No. What’s going on?”

“I must be losing my damn mind,” Dean muttered, going to the kitchenette and pouring himself a cup of day-old coffee. “What are you doing here, Sammy?”

“I’ve been calling you all morning, when you didn’t call back, I figured you forgot to charge your cell or something.” Sam’s clear gaze faltered, “There’s been another murder. Called it in an hour ago.”

“Damn it.” Dean grabbed his discarded suit and headed for the bathroom. “Give me a minute, I’m right behind you.”

He splashed cold water over his face, not bothering with a shave. The vivid dream turned nightmare was still fresh in his mind. But he couldn’t focus on any of that now. He had a killer to catch, God willing this latest strike would yield more clues than the others did.

Dean’s reflection stared back as he jammed the toothbrush into his mouth. He looked like hell. Weeks of late nights and early mornings left dark circles under his eyes and carved lines in his forehead. His hair was shaggy and the stubble on his chin was turning the corner from scruff to beard. He was starting to look just like his dad!

As he rinsed the brush, he noticed something on his arm. Two crescent shaped marks raised and red on the skin of his forearm. Tender to the touch. The size and shape of a dog bite.

A Hellhound, you’d said. A death omen.

Dean scooped up your Black Obsidian from the counter and fastened the silver chain around his neck before he buttoned up his shirt. He wasn’t a superstitious man, but if nightmares could become reality, then he’d need all the help he could get.

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BnHA Chapter 336: The U.A. Traitor Sends Their Regards

Previously on BnHA: All Might was all “hey kids, so I was thinking it might be a good idea to train a bit before this final battle that’s coming up soon.” Class 1-A was all, “wow All Might, what a fantastic idea, we never would have thought of that on our own, and also PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF OUR SARCASM.” Kacchan was all, “hey, I know I made that longass speech apologizing to Deku and expressing my sincere remorse and vowing to have his back no matter what, but I would appreciate if everyone could just sort of ignore all that and continue to respect my tough guy posturing.” AFO was all “okay guys, no need to panic, we’re just gonna sit tight until I hopefully get some of my quirks back, and in the meantime I’m gonna call in a favor from an old friend. :)” Hagakure was all, “U.A. Traitor Time? U.A. TRAITOR TIME.”

Today on BnHA: omg I don’t even want to put anything in the description here because everything in this chapter caught me COMPLETELY UNAWARES and I don’t want to accidentally ruin it for anyone else. but I mean. IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. lol where did I put that clown wig.

look at me reading this chapter while running on 3 hours of sleep after a long workday!! this is in no way a good idea lol, but the good news is the part of my brain that’s in charge of making smart decisions for my personal health has LONG since fallen asleep at the wheel, so we doin’ this! brace yourself for a shitload of typos and run-on sentences but WE ARE GO

(ETA: SLEEP-DEPRIVED ME WASN’T EVEN REMOTELY PREPARED FOR ANY OF THIS SHIT LMAO.)

also just as a side note, I shored up my spoiler containment field this week after everything that happened last time, so I am pleased to say that I have absolutely no idea what to expect today and haven’t even seen the popularity poll results yet. and speaking of said poll I don’t really have any predictions for that except for “BAKUGOU #1, DUH”

(ETA: AT LEAST SOME THINGS ARE STILL CERTAIN IN THESE CRAZY TIMES.)

oh my gosh it really is so great to see Deku happy

All Might too for that matter. look at them. so wholesome. how can we sustain this for them

(ETA: we really can’t, lol.)

AHHHHHH BROOOOOOOOO

HAHAHA OMG IT’S AMAZING AS ALWAYS

DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT, SHINDOU!! JAPANESE FANDOM REDEMPTION ARC?? NATURE IS HEALING

RODYYYYYY. omg. I know I said I was gonna post my thoughts on movie 3 and I SWEAR I WILL... SOMEDAY, lol. I wrote down my initial impressions all haphazardly but I do have them, they’re not going anywhere. just a matter of me getting the time and spoons. anyways but in the meantime let me just tell you guys with full candidness that I went into the movie with the vague, unfounded concern that he was possibly going to annoy me. like, idk, all of the promo materials and interviews and trailers and such just didn’t really sell me on him at all. so I really wasn’t expecting much from him. but THAT SAID, it is my distinct pleasure to inform you all that I WAS WRONG, and he really is just as awesome as everyone said he was, and he completely won me over. EVERYTHING YOU HAVE HEARD IS TRUE. we respect and stan Rody in these streets

anyway and so IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU BOY, and thank you so much for making the bad man go away. I SEE YOU TRYING TO PEEK AROUND THE CORNER, SHINDOU. YOU DON’T GET TO INVADE THE COLOR SPREAD WITH YOUR SMUG, BORING AURA THIS YEAR. GO ON, GET OUT OF HERE

moving on, SHINSOU!!! A.K.A. SHINDOU WITH TWO S’S -- NO, DAMMIT SHINDOU, I WASN’T CALLING YOU, I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE. anyway but look at Shinsou. here. in this panel. which is the most screentime he’s gotten since the JT arc. fandom is trying their hardest to send Horikoshi a message here lmao

PRESENT MIC IS HERE TO REMIND ME OF WHY I DIDN’T TRY TO PREDICT ANYTHING THIS YEAR LMAO. but you are a very welcome presence. you and your giant pigeon thing here. I know it’s a parrot lol but I mean, look at it

“HOW CAN I MAKE A SHEEP MANLY” Horikoshi sighs, deeply regretting his choice for Deku’s spirit animal. BUT LOOK AT YOU! YOU FOUND A WAY!

BAKUGOU WITH THE WOLF!! STANDING THERE ALL SOLEMN AND COOL LIKE JON FUCKING SNOW. YOU HAD SUCH A GREAT YEAR AND YOUR CONTINUED REIGN WAS NEVER IN DOUBT. ANYWAY BUT I’LL STOP SHOWERING YOU WITH PRAISE NOW BEFORE IT GOES TO YOUR HEAD. LOOK AT YOU POSITIONED SO CLOSE TO DEKU AND SLIGHTLY IN FRONT OF HIM ALL PROTECTIVELY AS BOTH OF YOU STAND VIGILANT OF THE APPROACHING THREAT. I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH OH MY GOODNESS

SHOUTO AS A SNOW LEOPARD OMG. THE ICE CONNECTION WHILE KEEPING IT IN THE CAT FAMILY. I’M SO HERE FOR IT

IIDA’S SPIRIT ANIMAL BEING A FUCKING HORSE IS SENDING ME SO HARD FOR SOME REASON LMAO. I MEAN IT MAKES SENSE, HORSES ARE FAST I GET IT LOL, BUT IT’S JUST THAT EVERYONE ELSE SHOWED UP READY FOR A FIGHT, AND HERE YOU ARE ALL SET FOR THE WORLD EQUESTRIAN GAMES OMG. I’M SO HAPPY YOU MADE THE TOP TEN THIS YEAR AFTER YOUR BIG MOMENT

SOMEONE PLEASE INFORM KIRISHIMA THAT THERE ARE CERTAIN SITUATIONS IN WHICH IT IS ACCEPTABLE AND DARE I SAY EVEN PRUDENT TO ACTUALLY WEAR A SHIRT INTO BATTLE. EVEN THE KID WITH THE FIRE QUIRK IS DRESSED FOR THE SNOWY WEATHER, KIRI. LOVE THE TORTOISE THOUGH

SO GLAD TO SEE HAWKS HERE AFTER HE LOWKEY BECAME THE BEHIND-THE-SCENES NUMBER ONE HERO AND HAD THAT AMAZING FLASHBACK CHAPTER. WE’LL JUST PRETEND THE LAST TEN MONTHS OF HIM DOING NOTHING BUT IGNORING PHONE CALLS WHILE RIDING SHOTGUN WITH JEANIST DIDN’T HAPPEN LOL

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, AIZAWA AND HIS SPIRIT ANIMAL, THE GIANT FUCKING CAT. NO WONDER MIC’S PARROT LOOKS SO NERVOUS

“THANK FUCK I DON’T HAVE TO BOTHER TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WTF SHINDOU’S SPIRIT ANIMAL WOULD HAVE BEEN” I KNOW, RIGHT?? ANYWAY SORRY YOU GUYS, I PROMISE I’VE GOT IT ALL OUT OF MY SYSTEM NOW. NO MORE SHINDOU DISSES SO LONG AS HE PROMISES TO NEVER SHOW HIS STORE BRAND HANDSOME FACE EVER AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE. BUT ANYWAYS OKAY LET’S MOVE ON NOW

OH FUCK YES LOL HAVE AT IT KIDS

lol I have an essay I’ve been working on for like four fucking months about Bakugou and Deku and the current status of their relationship, and each week I tell myself that this is the week I finally finish and post it, and each week I continue to fail to do so. and one of these days Horikoshi is just gonna get to it before I do and then WHAT WILL BE THE POINT OF ALL THAT HARD WORK. anyway so maybe this chapter will be the kick in the pants I so desperately need lol. “BAKUGOU’S DEVELOPMENT!!” lol oh fuck

also he’s fighting without his gauntlets. KACCHAN I TOOK A SCREENCAP AND I’M POSTING IT IN MY RECAP. PROOF POSITIVE THAT YOU DON’T EVEN NEED THOSE STUPID THINGS. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND EVERYONE LOL

(ETA: actually, given that he had a practical reason for wearing the winter costume, it wouldn’t surprise me if he wasn’t wearing the gauntlets on purpose so that he can do some conditioning/strength training, since he has to get used to the more powerful explosions. the gauntlets reduce his quirk’s impact on his arms, so taking them off is kind of like forcing himself to acclimate to the upgrade without any help. so yeah, I'm already bracing myself for him bringing them back later even though he really does look so much better without them sob.)

oh my gosh look at him bragging about how he figured out how to make little globs of sweat that he can detonate all at once together lol. we really didn’t need to know the disgusting insider details of your badass new move my sweet sweaty son

(ETA: this is actually so much exposition from him, though. he just couldn’t wait to tell Deku all about his awesome new move and how it works. “are you listening, nerd?? write that down in your shitty notebooks!!” Kacchan you know he actually will lol.)

omg. does this mean that his winter suit will officially be his go-to moving forward?? IS THIS THE DAY ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE

“that’s nice Kacchan I’m gonna go pay attention to Todoroki now” HEY --

lol okay I scrolled down and actually, I get it

“is it just me or has he gotten way hotter” damn Deku keep it in your pants this is a children’s manga. really trying to make Kacchan jealous there huh

anyway so Shouto says his left side has finally caught up with his right, which, !! lol well okay then! nice of you to give us a heads up on that frankly huge development

wait, what does he mean make both halves into one. does he mean like internally, so he can regulate his temperature and use both quirks freely with no side effects? or is there some new special move he’s come up with that he’s teasing us with right now? except I thought we already had the combo ice+fire move; isn’t that what he used on Soda Sam way back when?

and just like we all expected, the transition into plot exposition is coming from none other than Kaminari fucking Denki lol

“that’s good stuff, Kami. and meanwhile I’ll sit here and play the audience stand-in” thank you Mineta

“AND GIGANTOMACHIA IS STILL SEDATED AND CONFINED” oh hey cool, I had been wondering about that. thank you very much for that update, Kamikoshi

lol and so is this where they’re keeping Machia then?

or is this their makeshift training area? it looks like it’s in the middle of nowhere though, so yeah I’m going with Secret Gigantomachia Prison

omg Kacchan was listening in. better that than watching his boyfriend continue to make googly eyes at his other boyfriend I guess

“listen up Dunce Face why don’t you just sit back and leave the exposition to the pros” damn Kacchan he was doing his best you know

omg now Momo’s chiming in. “couldn’t help but overhear you guys talking about smart things without me, so if you don’t mind...” by all means!!

I literally had to scroll back to the previous panel to see what Jirou was complaining about lol. I’ve officially become desensitized to Kacchan-speak. anyways but yes Momo, to your point of “btw the last time Tomura wasn’t at full power and he still kicked our asses if I recall” ayep

honestly, this is why I’ve been saying that your best bet is to just let him come to you guys though. you don’t know where to find him, but he does know where to find you. which would be bad news except that it means you get to decide the location of the final battle. he chooses the time, but you get to choose the place. so why not on your home turf where you know the terrain and can plan ahead, I say

“LET ME GET IN ON THIS STRATEGY TALK TOO I’M THE FUCKING MAIN CHARACTER YOU GUYS” our bad, Deku

um, but also,

the hell you are lol

HAHA

Iida shamed Deku into a lil black cloud. I have no idea what’s happening but I’m here for it

(ETA: did he smoosh Deku’s hair into his face with that headchop lol.)

man will you kids please stop being adorable so I can stop having to post every single panel of you all

I could have easily just summarized what Deku and Iida just said, but then I wouldn’t get to post this unbearably cute scene of Ochako blushing while Iida bigs her up with Tsuyu being all “yep it’s true you were a badass” and leaning in grinning like two inches away from her face

lmao Kaminari drinking his water and finishing up the speech as if he’s the one who made all of these excellent points

it’s tough being the protagonists, kids. always gotta keep your guard up and be ready for whatever the villains are scheming next. AND ON THAT NOTE...

holy shit. TRAITOR THINGGGGGGGS

-- OH MY GOD I SCROLLED DOWN AN INCH TOO FAR AND CAUGHT THE TOP OF THE FOLLOWING PAGE ALONG WITH THE REST OF THIS PAGE, OH FUCK

IN OTHER WORDS I SAW THE TOP OF THIS NEXT PANEL HERE, AND THE UNMISTAKEABLE FOREHEAD OF THE PERSON SHE’S TALKING TO AHHHHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HOLY SHIT??!

LOL WHAT

BROOOOOO

LOL FOREVER OMFG??! NO FUCKING WAY, I HAD IT BACKWARDS??

HAGAKURE OMFG

OMG. OMG. OMG??

OKAY LOL I NEED TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN HERE LMAO OR I’M JUST GONNA BE SCREAMING FOR THE REST OF THIS CHAPTER, AND POSSIBLY THE ENTIRE FUCKING SERIES LOL. LET’S SEE IF I CAN CHASE DOWN A COUPLE OF THESE THOUGHTS THAT ARE FLYING AROUND AT A THOUSAND MPH

SO I HAD IT BACKWARDS! HAGAKURE HOLY SHIT I STAKED MY ENTIRE REPUTATION ON YOU LOL. I REALLY TRULY THOUGHT AOYAMA WAS THE ONE WHO HAD CAUGHT ON TO YOU! BUT IT WAS THE OTHER WAY AROUND??

I’M SO GLAD I TURNED OFF COMMENT REPLIES AND MESSAGING THIS WEEK LMAO. ALSO THAT I APPARENTLY DIDN’T SPOIL ANYONE BY ACCIDENT AFTER ALL! REDEMPTION BY INCOMPETENCE LMAO

SEVERAL THINGS ABOUT THIS DO NOT MAKE SENSE TO ME YET, BUT THE HELL WITH IT, I’LL KEEP READING UNTIL THEY DO

SO WAS AFO THE ONE WHO GAVE HIM HIS BELT? IS HE DOING THIS SO AFO CAN HELP HIM GET HIS QUIRK UNDER CONTROL? OR HAS AFO BEEN THREATENING HIS FAMILY??

[EYES THE VOL. 2 OMAKE PAGES] SO WHY IS HAGAKURE’S QUIRK STILL SUCH A FUCKING SECRET THEN LMAO

AOYAMA YOU REALLY TURNED KATSUKI OVER TO THEM JUST LIKE THAT?? REAL TALK, YOU ALWAYS SEEMED LIKE A SWEET KID, AND IT’S CLEAR YOU’RE VERY SCARED AND DOING THIS ALL VERY MUCH AGAINST YOUR WILL, BUT I’M STILL GONNA NEED YOU TO HAVE A DAMN GOOD REASON FOR DOING THAT. ALTHOUGH, THANK YOU FOR KICKSTARTING HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ARC THOUGH

SO WAS HE ACTUALLY “HIDING” IN THE BUSHES FROM THE OTHER KIDS, AND IT WAS NEVER FROM DABI AT ALL???????

AND THAT MEANS HE MADE THE DECISION AT THE LAST SECOND TO SAVE TOKOYAMI FROM THEM??

AND HE CHOSE NOT TO TELL AFO THAT THE HEROES WERE PLANNING A RESCUE OP?? OR HE DID TELL THEM, AND EVERYONE WHO SAID THAT AFO KNEW THEY WERE COMING WAS ACTUALLY RIGHT AFTER ALL? BUT THAT STILL DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME THOUGH THAT AFO WOULD WILLINGLY ROLL OVER AND LET THE HEROES COME FUCK UP ALL HIS PLANS LIKE THAT. EH

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, NO WAY IS HAGAKURE JUST FIGURING ALL THIS OUT JUST NOW LMAO GIRL OMFG. WHAT ABOUT CHAPTER 12. AND THE SCHEDULE. AND USJ?? “I REALLY WAS WHERE TODOROKI WAS” GIRL WHAT. CLASSIC DITZY HAGAKURE AMIRITE

GIRL, WHAT

“WE’RE GOOD PARENTS WE SWEAR. WE CAME TO THE PERFECTLY SOUND CONCLUSION THAT WE WOULD RATHER SIGN OUR CHILD’S SOUL OVER TO THE PROVERBIAL DEVIL THAN HAVE HIM BE A QUIRKLESS FREAK” OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. AOYAMA YOUR PARENTS ARE COMING IN HOT!! WATCH OUT ENJI YOUR PERENNIAL CROWN AS FATHER OF THE YEAR IS IN DANGER

“WHO COULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BUYING A BLACK MARKET QUIRK FROM THE KING OF THE UNDERWORLD WOULD HAVE UNFORESEEN REPERCUSSIONS??” OMFG YOU GUYS THAT’S BARELY EVEN AN EXAGGERATION FROM WHAT THEY ACTUALLY SAID SOB

“THE ONLY CRIME WE’RE GUILTY OF IS TRYING TO BE GOOD PARENTS! THAT, AND CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT KIDNAPPING AND ATTEMPTED MASS CHILD MURDER” UM?????????????????

OH BOO HOO LMAO

WELL I SURE FUCKING HOPE YOU GUYS HAD FUN WINNING ALL THE STUPID PRIZES AFTER PLAYING THE STUPIDEST OF GAMES SOB. PLUS, ALL OF THAT, AND HE DOESN’T EVEN GET A DECENT QUIRK?? HE GIVES HIM A FUCKING BELLY BUTTON THAT SHOOTS LASERS THAT HE NEEDS A SUPPORT ITEM TO EVEN CONTROL??

and what kind of message does it send your child that you were so desperate to fix his perceived defect that you struck a Faustian bargain with the WORLD’S MOST OBVIOUSLY EVIL MAN omfg. no wonder Aoyama tries so hard to prove to the world how beautiful and special and unique he is. “oops, we accidentally gave our gentle-hearted son massive self-esteem issues and a bargain bin quirk that doesn’t even fit him right, but at least we also inadvertently put his life in extreme danger and put him in a position where he would be forced to serve as an accessory to attempted pedicide!” fucking speechless

lol omfg. and so does this also mean Hagakure won’t be getting any character development?? so much for those hopes lol

Aoyama. buddy. I know how hard this all must’ve been on you, really. but I’m gonna need you to very carefully considering the following:

your parents are the actual worst

TomurAFO is planning on [checks notes] conquering and/or destroying the entire country/world

I’m just saying. just putting it out there, very gently, that maybe just maybe you should consider not helping the brutal tyrant who desperately wants to murder all your friends. particularly if the only thing you’re getting out of it in return is AFO’s Super Trustworthy Assurance that he’ll spare your hopelessly braindead parents over here

OH MY FUCKING GOD LMAO

I MEAN I WASN’T GONNA SAY ANYTHING, BUT THE THREE OF YOU WERE ACTUALLY BEING SO FUCKING LOUD THOUGH LOL. AOYAMA YUUGA WITH THE WORLD’S WORST-TIMED SOBBING CONFESSION OF ALL HIS PAST SINS LMAO. “ThIs Is A bLiNd SpOt In ThEiR sUrVeIlAnCe” SMDH

WOW OKAY, JUST GET IT ALL OUT IN THE OPEN THEN I GUESS!

JESUS CHRIST GIRL YOU DID THAT IN LIKE TWO SECONDS?? AND YOU EVEN HAD TIME TO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE THING TO HIM??

LMAO

THESE REALLY ARE THE ABSOLUTE DUMBEST CHARACTERS IN THE HISTORY OF THE SERIES HUH. TRULY UNENCUMBERED BY THE THOUGHT PROCESS

MAN I WAS ACTUALLY LIKE TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM FORMULATING A THEORY ABOUT HOW THAT’S NOT ACTUALLY DEKU (BECAUSE LOL), AND HOW HAGAKURE’S ACTUAL QUIRK IS LIGHT MANIPULATION LIKE EVERYONE SAYS, AND SHE CAN MAYBE USE IT TO FORM ILLUSIONS/MIRAGES AS WELL. BUT NOW HE’S HAVING FLASHBACKS TO STUFF SO IDK??

OR WAIT, NO, THESE ARE AOYAMA’S FLASHBACKS ACTUALLY! SO NEVER MIND MY NEW THEORY IS STILL ON. SURE HOPE IT PANS OUT BETTER THAN MY LAST HAGAKURE THEORY LOLLERSKATES

WELL, EITHER HAGAKURE IS REALLY GOOD AT IMITATING DEKU’S VOICE AND EXACT MANNER OF GUILT TRIP SPEECHMAKING, OR IT REALLY IS DEKU LOL

“I JUST SO HAPPENED TO BE IN THE AREA, AND THAT’S WHY!!” YEAH SURE BUDDY WHATEVER YOU SAY

“I’M SO SORRY DEKU BUT THE TRUTH IS I SUCK!!” LKSDJFLKAJDGLKG

WELRSKAJGLKGLMLKFDG

[FALLS TO MY KNEES] IT WAS ALL TRUE. THIS WHOLE TIME. THE CHEESE. THE SECRET MESSAGES. THE CREEPY ART EXHIBIT IMAGES. HE KILLED MUFASA!! WOULD YOU KINDLY!! I KNOW IT WAS YOU FREDO YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!!

AND THEY PLAYED ME LIKE A FOOL. AN ABSOLUTE BUFFOON. I’M NOT EVEN MAD THOUGH LOL. although I am just ever so slightly bummed that this means Hana really is dead (there never was much hope. just a fool’s hope), and Horikoshi’s track record with female character development remains very much intact lol. but, like, a sad lol

anyway but I guess that’s that, and instead of a badass lady traitor doing cool murdery shit we’ve got Aoyama and his fucking clown parents crying loudly in the woods while Hagakure uses her FAMED HAGAKURE SPEED to FETCH DEKU IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE to make things all awkward lol. “DEKU, THERE YOU ARE. SORRY TO INTERRUPT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF DROOLING OVER TODOROKI, BUT COULD YOU COME WITH ME REAL QUICK BECAUSE AOYAMA IS THE FUCKING TRAITOR.” “WHAAAAAAT, NO WAY, I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU LOL. OKAY LET ME JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO FIX MY HAIR... THERE WE GO... OKAY LET’S DO THIS” go gettem Deku

#bnha 336 #hagakure tooru #aoyama yuuga #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #ngl though I do have a couple of misgivings about this #mainly boiling down to short term impact (which is admittedly great) vs. long term impact #I mean it's definitely memorable for sure #but it's looking like this might get resolved waaaaaay quicker than I would have hoped for #and the threat factor dropped to basically zero in the span of only a few pages #BUT we'll see how that goes though #if this chapter has taught me anything it's to never ever jump to conclusions lol

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