#but now im wondering if i just like the familiarity of it

[eddiemunchem]

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✏️ *excited drumroll* aaaaaand arie’s first ever req! god i had so, so much fun writing this 😩 this idea was pure perfection, i hope i was able to do it justice for you bby! thank you so much for giving me this wonderful opportunity <333

⚠️ 1.7k words (oops), fem!reader, jason’s!sister!reader, cunnilingus/pussy eating, hints of dom!eddie (im sorry he’s a dom to me okay), unprotected p in v, creampies, subtle breeding kink (like if you squint), big dick!eddie, language, dirty talk, outdoor sex, fucking on the drug dealer’s picnic table 🤭, smitten!eddie, strangers to lovers (fuckers), i think i got everything lmk if you catch something tho!

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you were certain you’d never let out such lewd noises in your entire life.

they fell from your lips unbidden, practically ripped from your throat by the hot mouth devouring your pussy.

he suckled and licked your clit like he’d done it his whole life, tongue firm and insistent on your pleasure alone; it felt absolutely magical, unlike any head you’d ever received in your life.

fuck, who knew eddie munson was such a fucking munch?

“fuck, keep going,” you whined, fingers tangling in the curly locks atop his head. that familiar heat was already forming in your gut, muscles like wires being pulled tight. “‘m getting close.”

eddie groaned against your slit and dipped his tongue between your folds, neglecting your clit momentarily to shove the wet muscle into your channel — it felt strange, but somehow good, and when he started thrusting it in and out, you lost it.

curses fell from your lips as you bucked your hips into eddie’s face, sliding your clit against his nose to get some much needed friction against the swollen nub. you were dripping wet, acutely aware that you were making a mess of his face and the table below you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

and from the way eddie’s hands gripped your hips to help guide you, you had a great suspicion he didn’t care either.

“fuck, so good— ‘m gonna cum!” you praised, chest heaving and stomach twitching; you were right there, wires stretched thin and so close to snapping, about to cum from head for the first time ever—

all too suddenly, eddie freed himself from your grasp and that wet heat left your pussy. a whimper fell from your lips, your eyes snapped open (when had you even closed them?) and glared up at eddie, who now towered over you.

he slotted himself between your open legs and grinned down at you devilishly. god, he was too goddamn handsome. your heart skipped a beat at the clinking of a belt buckle, fiery heat ramping up about ten thousand degrees in your gut.

“sorry, dove. i’ll let you bust in my mouth some other time — but i wanna feel you mess up my cock first.” eddie murmured, voice rough honeyed gravel, words so filthy and promising that they pulled a whine from your throat.

he wasted no time pressing his thick cockhead against your slit, sliding it up to gather the slick there. eddie hissed through his teeth.

“fuck, you’re so wet— can’t believe i’ve made you this wet.” he sounded almost reverent, as if he’d earned some massive, sacred achievement. maybe he had, considering who your brother was.

“just fuck me, eddie.” you begged, cunt twitching around nothing, aching for eddie to stretch it out with his thick cock. he’d been teasing you for nearly half an hour, you needed it.

“god, hearin’ you say that is enough to make me fuckin’ cum now.” eddie growled, eyes black pools as they swallowed yours. “maybe i should make you beg a lil’ more.”

eddie licked his teeth and teased you by pulling his cock out until only the tip stayed nestled within your walls.

your fingers wrapped around his arms and squeezed, nails digging into the skin as you hissed, “don’t you fucking dare, munson. i swear, if you don’t fuck me right now, i’m walking aw— oh my god!”

you cut yourself off as eddie pressed his cock inside slowly, burying a few inches within your tight, slick walls. he was so thick you could feel everything — feel the burning stretch of him opening you up despite the aid of your wetness.

“shit, you’re tight,” eddie hissed, arms tensing beneath your fingers. “so, so tight.”

“fuck — why are you s-so big?” you gasped out, fingers digging into flesh as you squeezed, cunt fluttered as it was stretched almost impossibly wide. wider than you’d ever been before.

“i thought i was average.” eddie pushed out with a dry laugh, and if your brain could actually concentrate on anything else, you may have had the coordination to kick him with your heel for the sarcasm.

“nothing about that is average.” you whimpered out, eyes rolling back when eddie had finally, finally seated himself fully inside your pussy. your hips ached from the pressure in between them, tingles erupting through your stomach and thighs as your cervix was pushed against.

it felt so fucking good, a satisfying sort of pain that promised a most tender ache later.

“f-fast or slow?”

eddie groaned out when he bucked his hips in shallow, paced-out thrusts. part of your brain screamed at you to say slow, to give your pussy the adequate time needed to adjust to his size, but what fell from your mouth was, “fuckin’ fast, eddie. fuck me hard and fast.”

“fuckin’ shit,” eddie panted, eyes blown wide in fascination as he stared down at you. “d’you want me to break you in half?”

why that made your heart skip a beat, you weren’t sure.

maybe it was his cologne blocking up your nose, maybe it was his warmth seeping into your body, maybe it was his monster cock buried inside you and stealing your breath away — whatever it was, it made your chest swell with something similar to affection that nestled deeper inside with each second that you looked into his eyes.

“m-maybe,” you stuttered out, eyes fluttering when eddie cursed under his breath and thrusted, large cock bruising your insides and pulling a breathless moan from your throat.

“fuck, faster—” you tried to plead, only to be cut off by eddie wrapping his fingers firmly around your throat.

“yeah, yeah, i hear you angel.” eddie growled lowly, other hand falling to grip your hip. “just shut up and let me take care of you already.”

eddie made good on his words; he bullied his cock into you at a ruthless pace, slick squelches and slaps reverberating around the copse of trees sheltering the table you were being absolutely railed on. wails fell from your lips, loud and wanton, pussy fluttering and clenching with every drag and slide of his thick cock.

“so beautiful, angel,” eddie murmured, fingers warm around your throat. the grasp he held it in felt almost affectionate, not too firm to cut off any air but just enough to assert a sort of dominance over you. it was absolutely dizzying.

“you sound so beautiful, fuck. losing it on my cock, shit, it’s so good—”

eddie’s praise fell into a cacophony of moans, groans and whines as his hips slapped against your ass. you could barely hold your eyes open, but the sight of his fucked-out expression was simply too pretty to miss.

you’d always thought eddie munson was beautiful, but in this moment, he looked absolutely ethereal — eyes cinched shut and brows furrowed, sultry lips popped open and skin slick with sweat as he fucked his cock into you. an image of erotic perfection.

your clit throbbed from neglect, begging for some attention — something to rival the painful pleasure eddie was forcing into your cunt. you swallowed hard and squeezed his arm once, then twice, breath almost stolen when his eyes opened to look down at you.

“e-eddie, wan’ cum. please.” you slurred out, unable (or unwilling) to remove your hands from his arms to rub your clit yourself. part of you willed eddie to understand the underlying implication in your plea, and to your immense relief, he did.

eddie’s eyes lidded and his voice, full of thick gravel, was soft, “of course, sweet girl. you’re doing so good, after all.”

without ever pausing his brutal thrusts, eddie removed his hand from your throat. you whined at the loss, but it was quickly shoved aside by a moan when his hand fell between your thighs. like a honing missile, his thumb pressed against your clit and rubbed, applying just enough pressure to help that build up in your gut.

“ah, oh god, oh, yes.” you babbled, eyes rolling back and back arching subtly. it was absolutely otherworldly, the way his cock rubbed every single spot within your walls, spreading you so thin from the pleasure.

there was one thing you knew for certain now: eddie munson sure could fuck.

“fuck, you’re — you’re suckin’ me in so deep. gon’ cum, pretty girl?” eddie growled, hips pistoning savagely, bullying your breath from you. all you could do was nod fervently, as there was no way you could push and words past the moans and wails dropping from your lips.

“yeah, you are. gon’ make a mess all over this cock. fuck, you’re beautiful. come on now, cum f’me, dove.”

it was all you needed — the rabid thrusting, the firm circles around your clit, eddie’s voice —

you released an almost animalistic scream as that coil finally snapped — fluid gushed from your cunt, easing the sloppy slide of eddie’s cock inside your walls, your clit throbbed in time with your walls, and waves of pleasure crashed through your body like a hurricane.

“oh, yeah — mmm — that’s my girl. that’s my fuckin’ girl. cum on it, sweetheart.” eddie groaned, hips stuttering as he fucked you through your orgasm. your moans were quickly receding to whimpers as the pleasure ebbed, overstimulation creeping up in its place.

“fuck, baby, can i bust in you? please?” eddie nearly whimpered, cock twitching and kicking up against the roof of your pussy. he was close, probably only hanging on by a thread, and you did something you never thought you would — you nodded.

eddie’s lips crashed into yours and his tongue licked into your mouth as his thrusts became more desperate, fluid and fast, now determined to chase his own release. his groans were deep and reverberating, filled with such lust that you found your gut heating once more.

“shit, ‘m— hah — ‘m comin’, baby.” eddie whined into your mouth as he slammed his hips into yours in one large, savage thrust; his cock twitched and jumped inside you as thick ropes shot into your channel, painting your walls with warmth.

eddie ground his hips into yours slowly as he rode out his orgasm, fingers bruising the skin of your hip, voice absolutely wrecked, “god, ‘m fillin’ you up. pumpin’ you full.”

he sounded so pleased with it, as if the fact that he was essentially breeding you, (y/n) carver, was the hottest, most incredible achievement one could earn.

maybe it was — not like you’d know. what really mattered is what you did know: this most certainly would not be your last rendezvous with eddie munson.

even if your brother absolutely hated his guts, you loved the way he rearranged yours. and nothing your brother said about eddie could possibly change that.

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[enhas-pov]

ghostface

summary: at the beginning of reader beomgyu’s relationship, there was a masked killer on the loose known as “ghostface”. reader started noticing how her boyfriend was never with her when the killings occurred, leaving her to wonder why beomgyu was acting so odd.

warnings: yandere, cursing, knives, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading, kissing, toxic(?), abusive(ish..?), dom!gyu, sub!reader, etc..

word count: 2.7k

note: i was supposed to post this in october for halloween.. sorry :3

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"g-gyu.. too fast!" i yelped, feeling beomgyu’s hand at the back of my head before he buried my face deeper into the pillows as he was pounding into me from the back. he ignored me, using his other hand to grab me by my waist before thrusting into me deeper, harder and faster. the sound of skin slapping filled the room and i could feel him splitting me open with his big cock. i squirmed around uncomfortably which only earned me a harsh slap on my ass cheek from him, "stay fucking still.." he groaned as he threw his head back in pleasure. i shrieked at the stinging pain his slap left on my cheek which was now completely red.

"i-i can’t.." i was barley able to get any words out from being too fucked out on his dick. "f-fuck.. yeah you can. come on baby, t-take it" i could only whimper in response when his fingers dug even deeper into my skin, definitely leaving bruises. he leaned down, pressing his chest against my back which only lead to his member sliding into me even deeper as his tip kissed my cervix. i whined, his lips brushing agsinst my ear before he bit down on my earlobe. "you gonna milk my cock, hm?" he whispered into my ear. "mhm!" i mumbled, repeatedly nodding my head. he kissed my cheek before leaning back, creating a space between us again.

"g-go on then" he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart so he could watch himself sliding in and out of me. i let out a cry once i felt the wave of pleasure crashing over me, my legs starting to shake at the feeling of beomgyu still going and never stopping, "shit.. just like that". my vision started getting blurry at the overstimulation, "b-beomie?-" i suddenly let out a silent scream when he brought his hand to my clit and started circling it. i was so sensitive after my recent orgasm, i couldn’t stop myself from trying to get off his dick. "w’ere you going baby?" he pulled me back with a harsh thrust causing me to let out a mix of moans and cries.

his thrusts only got faster as he got closer to his high, "shit shit shit-" beomgyu groaned just for a second before shooting his sticky load deep into my pussy. "fuck.." his thrusts got sloppier while he painted my walls white with his fluids. i suddenly got this weird feeling that i wasn’t familiar with, "beomgyu.." i mumbled. "hm?" he hummed, still thrusting into me but at a slow pace. "f-feels like im gonna pee.." he cursed under his breath at my words, "let go for me" he said, biting down on his lower lip. i let out a soft moan when clear liquid spurted out of my pussy, beomgyu groaning at the sight. "that’s it baby.. squirt all over my dick"

i was quick to fall asleep after beomgyu and i had sex, and it was during the middle of the night when i woke up to strange noises. "gyu..?" i mumbled tiredly while i rubbed my eyes. "sorry, did i wake you?" when i opened my eyes to look up at him, i saw him fully dressed in all black. "mhm.. are you going somewhere?" something else about beomgyu was that he would leave a lot during the night which i found extremely odd. "yeah but dont worry ‘bout it, ill be back" he approached me, gently grabbing my chin before pressing his lips against mine. after that he simply just walked out, maybe im thinking too much about it. its probably nothing..

i decided not to worry about it and tried going back to sleep, but i was unsuccessful. i sleep better when beomgyu is next to me so i thought that was the problem. i decided to scroll through my phone while waiting for him, and everything was going fine until i came across a news article that had just been released minutes ago. "the infamous serial killer known as ghostface has struck again, claiming a new victim just moments ago. the local authorities reported that the victim, a man in their 20s was found on the side of the street, and the police confirmed the victim had suffered from multiple stab wounds. "we are doing everything we can to keep our community safe" said the detective. we encourage everyone to stay indoors and report any suspicious activity"

wait.. the victim cant be beomgyu right? a man in their 20s got killed just right after he left the house? i felt my heart begin to race as i started panicking, please dont let it be him.. just as i was about to call him i heard the front door opening. i felt relieved knowing beomgyu was alive and had gotten back home safely. i got out from bed and started making my way out of the bedroom, “beomgyu? i was so worried, they said that a man in their 20s got killed by ghostface and-“ i suddenly froze in my tracks at the sight in front of me—the front door wide open with no sign of beomgyu anywhere.

my heart started racing again, i was sure i had locked the door.. unless beomgyu had left it open when he left? shit. my breath sharpened as i pressed my back against the wall, my heart was pounding so loudly i was sure i could hear it. the house was completely silent until i started hearing the sound of the floor creaking, hoping that it was beomgyus footsteps i was listening to. suddenly out of the darkness, a tall figure dressed in all black and wearing a white mask stepped inside through the front door. it was ghostface. his head turned slowly towards me, and i covered my mouth to stop a scream from escaping my throat.

i slowly started moving my body towards the kitchen before i quickly made a run for it. the second i slipped into the kitchen i started looking for a weapon, something to defend myself with. my fingers trembled as i reached for a kitchen knife, clutching onto it as i braced myself. the cold metal pressed tightly against my grip but just as i turned around he was stood right there. ghostface was standing in the doorway, blocking the exit for me. his mask tilted to the side as if he was amused of me trying to defend myself from him. he then stepped forward, the knife in his hand shining under the kitchen light.

"p-please leave me alone!" i pleaded, begging for my life as my voice shook. he didnt respond, only taking slow steps towards me before he finally cornered me against the counter. i brought the knife i was holding out, the tip of it against his chest as i shut my eyes closed and looked away. suddenly, i felt a cold hand run over my thigh and i shivered at his touch. i looked up at ghostface with my teary eyes, still pressing my knife against his chest. he brought the knife he was holding between his fingers before twirling it around, and it only made me even more nervous and scared than i already was. why wasnt he killing me? he slowly brought the knife up to my face, tears starting to fall from my eyes out of fear.

why wasnt i making a move? i had the knife pressed against his chest, i could easily stab him if i wanted to. i just couldnt bring myself to take someones life.. he took the dull end of the knife, dragging it down along the side of my face. i shivered at the cold metal feeling against my skin as he kept on dragging the knife further down until it reached my thigh. i wasnt wearing anything but a pair of panties and beomgyus t-shirt that was thankfully covering my underwear. the knife grazed my skin as he moved it towards my inner thigh, and i felt nothing but scared and disgusted. "s-stop.." i whispered uncomfortably.

ghostface suddenly let out a chuckle—a chuckle that sounded oddly familiar. i froze as my heart skipped a beat. i furrowed my eyebrows at him, it couldnt be.. slowly, he reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing beomgyus face underneath. his messy hair fell over his once-soft eyes that were now darkened, a twisted smile tugging at his lips. "b-beomgyu..?" i lowered the knife i had held against his chest, but he only pressed his deeper into my thigh. i let out a whimper at the feeling of it, "you had no idea it was me, did you? my dumb baby.." he brought his other hand up to my face in an attempt to stroke my cheek, but i flinched and tried moving away from his touch.

he only gripped my chin tightly as he forced me to look him in the eyes. "whats the matter, hm?" he asked, leaning in close until the tip of his nose was touching mine. "y-you’re.. you’re a murderer!" i spat in his face before i attempted to get away from him by moving my body around like an animal, only he grabbed my body with his hands--trying his best to stop me from attempting to get away from him. "you better fucking stop doing that.. i wouldnt want to hurt you" he growled at me, his hands digging into my skin as he tightened his grip on my body. i knew i wasnt gonna be able to get away from him, he was too strong. i stopped fighting, "please.. i dont want to die.." i sobbed as tears began falling down my face again.

i could tell he was fighting back a smile, hes sick.. he brought his hand up to my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb, "what a crybaby.. i wont kill you" he leaned in with his lips close to my ear, "unless you give me a reason to" he chuckled. with his hand still on my cheek, i grabbed a hold of his wrist and dug my teeth into his skin. it definitely caught him off guard, he yelled out in pain as blood started to run down his wrist. i took the opportunity to push him to the side and make a run for it. i ran all the way to the bedroom before locking the door behind me, and just seconds after he started banging on the door. "open the fucking door ___!" he shouted, and i jumped at the sound of his voice.

i started sobbing uncontrollably as i tried to get the window to open, but my hands were shaking too much. there wasnt any other way out and i knew i was fucked when beomgyu started breaking the door down. "b-beomgyu im sorry! im sorry.. please dont h-hurt me, im sorry!" i choked on my own tears as i kept on apologizing, hoping he would have a change of heart. suddenly, he stopped trying to get through the door, "you’re sorry? hm, baby?" he asked me, his voice trembling with rage. "y-yes! im really sorry beomie.. please.." i was begging for my life at this point, praying that my own boyfriend wouldnt kill me.

"its alright.. just open the door for me, yeah?" his voice shifted, turning the sound of his voice from fear into safety. i sniffled, hesitating for a second before i made my way towards the door slowly. i placed my hand on the door knob, "just- dont hurt me please.." i murmured. "i would never hurt you, okay? i love you so much ___, im sorry if i scared you. just open the door and let me make it up to you" he sounded pretty convincing.. maybe he wasnt going to hurt me. maybe he really does love me. "okay.." i mumbled. i turned the door knob, opening the door just a little before taking a peek. beomgyu was stood there without his ghost face mask and no knife in his hand.

he looked at me with pleading eyes, "please let me in" he begged softly. i opened the door fully and decided to let him in. he walked past me after i closed the door behind him, "i didnt mean to hurt you gyu.. i was just scared.." i lowered my head in shame, feeling bad for hurting my boyfriend. "scared of me?" there it was again. the chilling sound of his voice that sent shivers down my spine. i looked up at him, and there he was, smiling creepily down at me. "b-beomgyu.." i backed away slowly until my back hit the bedroom door. i quickly tried reaching for the door knob, but beomgyu grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. i let out a whimper at the way he slammed my hands against the door.

"y-you said you wouldnt hurt me..!" my voice trembled with fear. "i wasnt planning on it.." he said, tilting his head down at me. "but you gave me no choice" he suddenly grabbed my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks together. "you look so pretty when you cry-" he shut his eyes when i spat in his face. he let out a chuckle, letting go of my face to wipe my spit off of his. he looked me dead in the eye as my whole body shook, "fucking bitch" he spat, grabbing a hold of my waist before throwing me onto the bed. i sat up quickly after my back hit the mattress, i backed away until i was sat against the headboard, "get away from me!" i yelled at him, using my legs to kick him away when he attempted to get on top of me.

"why would i ever want to get away from my own girlfriend, hm?" he said, his voice low and possesive as he stood by the edge of the bed, watching my scared figure. "i-im not your girlfriend anymore.." i mumbled. beomgyu’s face dropped instantly, his head tilted just slightly—his eyes turning dark and disturbing. "what’d you say?" he asked, his voice chilling. i didnt feel like repeating myself, only because i didnt want him to get really mad at me.. i shook my head, "nothing.." my voice barley sounded like a whisper. he tried getting on top of me again, and this time when i tried kicking my legs, he only grabbed them and pulled my whole body down towards him.

"s-stop!" i yelled at him, all though he only clamped his hand over my mouth with a force that made me whimper against his hand. "you belong to me. you hear that?!" he shouted in my face, loud enough for me to flinch. when i did nothing but start crying again, he rolled his eyes at me. "i said.." he removed his hand from my mouth and tapped my cheek repeatedly with light slaps. "you hear that?" he repeated, looking me dead in the eye. i nodded slightly, "y-yes.." i hiccuped. he hummed, leaning in and placing small kisses all over my cheek before moving towards my ear, "you’re all mine.." he whispered in my ear before burying his nose in my hair, "you can never leave me.." he mumbled against me.

he leaned away from my hair and leaned against my face instead, the tip of his nose touching mine. "say it." he growled at me. i sniffled, my whole body trembling when he tried pulling me even closer to him. "i-im yours.." i mumbled, my voice shaky. "and?" he raised his eyebrows. "a-and im.. im never gonna leave you, gyu.." my voice sounded tearful as i spoke, and beomgyu noticed. "still scared baby?" he asked, brushing his lips against mine. i shook my head, but the tears falling from my eyes threw it away. "shhh.." he stroked my hair, "let me show you how much i love you.. you were loving it last night"

[rosenclaws]

Come back (erased part ii) || Logan Howlett x Reader

summary: Logan doesn't remember you but he can sense you. He can tell you were someone important so when the team hatches a plan to find you he's the one leading the charge.

warnings: she/her pronouns, violence, killing, blood, reader gets hit/threatened, mental torture, injuries, logan goes feral, illusions.

wc: 3.5k

link to part 1

a/n: Part two is here!! Finally omfg im sorry this took so long. I hope this is a good part two i had a fun time writing the angst and stuff. It maybe ended a little darker than I meant but oh welll. We love some angst. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

The sound of the grandfather clock echoes in Logan's ears. The faint sound of students walking around the halls, playing outside. All drowned out by the clock. The heart necklace sits in his palm, his rough fingers tracing the shape over and over again.

When Logan had gotten back to the mansion he was bombarded with questions. All about a person he had never heard of. He grew angry and confused, wondering who they were talking about. It wasn't until he saw the look on all their faces that he realized something was wrong.

Memory wiped. He was fucking memory wiped again. Charles tried to explain it all but his brain went fuzzy. He tried to restore them but whatever you had done was too powerful. Only faint distant feelings. They tried to jog his memories with pictures but nothing worked. Whoever you were you were, you and him were close.

He's got a look on his face that he doesn't even recognize. One of pure adoration. The stories they tell, it was like hearing stories of someone else. He went through his room. He could smell this faint vanilla scent. The same one from the motel room. It was you. He was with you. But just who are you?

He turns the heart around in his hands. It’s faintly familiar. He closes his eyes and tries to wrack his brain for anything. Just something. There's a gaping hole in his chest, a sense of dread and something lost. A surge of anger takes over him as he shoves the necklace back in his pocket. He feels helpless and confused and he fucking hates it.

They're planning something in Chuck's office and they kicked him out. Why he doesn't know. They're planning a rescue for you and apparently he was the most important person to you so why wouldn't he be in there. Even if he doesn't remember. He should be in there. He stands up and barges through the doors, not caring anymore.

"Tell me what the hell is going on. Now." He stands with his arms crossed, a scowl on his face.

"Logan..." Jean starts but he brushes her off.

"I don't fucking care if I don't remember her just fucking tell me the mission." They team exchange looks and Logan resists the urge to roll his eyes. He's not a child. Whether he remembers you or not you were important to him and to the team. He needs to get you back.

"The mutant group, apparently she knew of them. She used to work with them years ago before any of us knew her." Charles explains and Logan listens. His hands tightening into a fist.

"We believe that she went after them for reasons we do not know. But what we do know is that they're dangerous. More dangerous than what she remembers." He can feel somethings off. The way the team shifts in their seats. The way Ororo won't even look him in the eyes.

"Logan, we think they have her." Scott says slowly.

"So we go find her."

"It's not that simple-"

"No it really fucking is that simple." Logan growls.

"You all talk about her like she's the heart of the fucking mansion so why am I the one who seems to care the most right now! I can't even remember her!" Logan slams his fist hard onto the table it almost breaks.

Why aren't they as worried as he is? Why don't they seem to care? Silence casts over the room but slowly everyone nods, agreeing with him.

"We leave in 15." He says with such severity that no one argues. Logan turns and leaves. Ready to come and find you.

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The jet engine hum is the only sound inside. Everyone is quiet. Waiting. Normally Logan hates flying but right now he's too focused on getting you back. His eyes are closed as he tries to pull anything from his head. The faint sound of laughter, the feeling of warmth, the smell of vanilla. All of it was right there. Locked behind a door he couldn't get through. He feels someone sit in the seat next to him.

"What." He growls as he turns the necklace in his hand around and around.

"Are you okay?" It's storms voice. He sighs and opens his eyes.

"Just fine." She's quiet for a moment before she decides to talk.

"We're going to find her Logan." She says with a confidence he just doesn't have.

"You and her, I've never seen two people more meant for each other. She made you happy and you made her feel less alone." He wishes he remembered you.

He really does.

He can't think of all the moments he's been told about or the pictures that have been taken. He doesn't know what it was like to love you or to be loved by you anymore. It kills him. If he was happy, if you made him happy, then he's lost it all. Why would you take that away? From him and from you. Why couldn't you trust him with this?

Even though his memories are gone he can feel this sense of worry building in his chest. He needs you to be okay. He needs to protect you. Fuck he doesn't even remember you but that deep primal urge is still there.

"Five minutes out. Everyone brace for landing." Logan tucks the necklace into his suit, keeping it close to his heart as he unsheathes his claws and waits for landing. He will find you. There's no other option for him.

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Your whole body ached. After leaving Logan you tracked down Mack and his gang but they had the one up on you. New, powerful mutants. They already knew you were coming the second you had the thought. They ambushed you. Attacked you and rendered you useless. They should have just killed you but Mack wanted to keep you. To lure your team out as a trap.

"They aren't coming." You hiss as he stands in front of you. He's crouching down and grinning.

"I don't know sweetheart, my sources tell me there's someone on the team who is quite fond of you." He brushes your cheek and you recoil in disgust.

"Get your fucking hands off me." He chuckles and one of his followers hit you hard in your leg.

"Feisty. Tell me, is that because of Logan? Did he rub off on you?" Your blood runs cold. If they do anything to him.

"Don't touch him." You lunge at Mack but you're restrained. to the ground. Mack presses his foot onto your throat and his smirk turns into something dark.

"You're funny. Tell you what." He puts more pressure on your neck and you start to see dots in your vision.

"When the Wolverine gets here we'll make him watch you die...and then kill him." Mack laughs and another hard blow to your head sends you into darkness.

You can only hope that Logan stays far, far away from this.

-

He can hear them. Fucking idiots not even trying to hide. They're bragging, laughing. Well they won’t be laughing for long. Logan’s claws gleam under the moonlight as he stalks like an animal.

The plan was to create a diversion while a rescue team goes in to get you. He wasn’t exactly know for his subtlety but no one wanted to argue him being the one to find you. It was a one man rescue team.

The sky rumbles and a loud explosion from far away leads the mutant group away. Logan springs into action. He takes out the few bodyguards around camp with ease.

He finds you alone and unguarded. A sense of relief washing over him as he bends down and scoops you up in his arms. Though he can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. That this was too easy.

“Logan?” Your voice is quiet, broken.

“Hey, we’re gonna get you out of here.” He gently holds you as he looks for a way out.

“No.” You say. Your voice stronger than before. Confusion washes over him as you push him away. The injuries on your body seemed to disappear as the world fades around him.

“You think I want you to save me? I ran away from you Logan. Couldn’t you get the fucking hint?” Your words spit like venom. You were not the person he thought you were.

“It was all a lie, a cover.” His claws come out, teeth baring as his anger grows. But then he catches a whiff of someone unfamiliar. He hears the faint calling of his name.

“Yeah?” He walks closer to you. A taunting look on your face. Without warning he swings his claws right next to your face.

“Tell him that it will take more than a weak illusion to fool me.” Logan whispers in your ear.

Slowly the world he thought was reality melts away. Your tied up, held by force by one of Mack’s followers. Had he given in and swung at you he would have killed you. That must have been their plan. He looks to the side to see a body with three claw marks on the ground.

“Well, you’re smarter than I thought. Well done Wolvie.” He hears a slow clap behind him.

”Fuck off bub,” Logan growls as he holds up his claws. Ready to pounce. He hears the rustling around him. He’s not alone, they’re hiding, waiting.

“It’s a shame really, we would have gotten along great.” Mack smirks as Logan grows angrier.

“Fat fucking chance.” Logan lunges at Mack but he’s tackled to the ground. Held down by some sort of force he can’t fight.

“You may be physically strong but let’s see how you do when someone fucks with your mind. Just like she did.” Logan struggles baring his teeth as he tries to fight out of whatever hold they have him under.

“Stop!” You cry out. Your voice is strained and tears are falling down your cheeks.

“Mack please, just leave him alone.” You fight out of the grip on you with all your strength. Falling to the ground roughly. Your hands are still tied behind your back as you struggle to get up.

“Please don’t hurt him.” Your desperate.

Mack stands up crouches over you. He grabs your face roughly, digging his nails into your face tightly. Logan growls when he sees you wince in pain.

“Aww so cute.” He taunts and throws you to the ground.

“The question is which one of you has the biggest hero complex hm? You left us because you thought we were wrong, evil. You wanted to play hero.”

“What we did was wrong Mack. We hurt innocent people for our own good.” Logan stares at you and you can’t find it in yourself to look him in the eyes.

You can’t bare to see that look of nothing. He doesn’t know who you are and its your fault. But this is for the best. You can get him out of here and he can walk away from you without the pain.

You feel a sharp pain as Mack slaps you hard. “We were surviving!” He yells.

“Why should we care about the world when they don’t care about us!” He takes out a pocket knife and you tense up.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Logan roars and Mack just grins.

With a snap of his fingers one of the other mutants starts to crush Logan. It was a subtle pressure at first but he could feel the discomfort. They were sinking him into the ground. They were going to bury him alive. You can see a flash of panic. He hates that suffocating feeling. So reminiscent of his nightmares.

“Mack please, we were family once.” You beg as you watch Logan struggle. You can’t let them do this to him.

“Stop please!” Mack grabs your face and makes you watch.

“We were but you picked a new family. Now you can watch him suffocate.” Your eyes meet with Logan’s and you start to cry. He’s afraid. Its your fault. This is all your fault.

“I’ll stay! I’ll stay and help you again just let him go!” You cry out. The weight is lifted off Logan and he scrambles to breathe.

“I promise. I won’t fight and I won’t run. Just please, leave him alone.” Mack thinks for a moment, its a tempting offer. Your powers are strong and he was never able to find anyone quite like you.

“No! Logan shouts, he can’t let you do this. Not for him.

“You got yourself a deal. But if you ever try anything. We’ll hunt him down and kill him. Then the rest of your little family.” Your eyes flash with fear and you nod.

Logan’s heart twists as he sees the broken look on your face. You’re condemning yourself to a torturous life for him. When you look at him he feels a horrible feeling. He longs for you. Your eyes are full of a love he’s missing from his life. You love him and he can’t even remember what it was like. Did you calm his nightmares? Keep his deepest secrets? Did you know all his faults and choose to love him anyways? He needs to know. They pick him up and force him onto his knees.

"Tell your team to stay away." Mack wraps his hand around your neck, his knife pressing against your skin, taunting Logan.

"Logan...I love you and I'm sorry." Your voice is raspy as you choke out the words. He needs to know. You smile painfully as Logan just looks at you.

"Go on, run away Wolvie." Mack snarls.

Even in pain your eyes are full of love just looking at him. He was your everything. You love him so much you're willing to sacrifice yourself, your happiness, all of it for him. How? This kind of love...he's never felt this before. He may not remember it all with you but fuck he wants to know what its like. He wants to learn what it was like to be loved by you. He can't let you go. Not when his future happiness is in your hands. The rage builds. He will not leave you. Doesn't matter how much blood will be shed tonight. He will save you.

With a loud roar Logan unsheathes his claws and with all his willpower throws off the weighted feeling. He's like an animal, snarling and growling as he drives his claws into your captors. There's no mercy in the way he takes each and everyone of them out. They try to stop him but when they realize their efforts are futile they start to run.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is cold, void of any emotion as he digs his claws deep into someone chest. Mack's confidence fades as he watches Logan's rampage. He grabs you and tries to run. Dragging you along the forest floor.

"Logan!" You shout and he instantly turns around.

On all fours he uses his claws to launch himself towards you. Chasing Mack down like prey. It's really a pity how fast he catches him. At another time he would have enjoyed playing with him, toying with his fear. All the pain he's caused, not just your pain but the innocent people he's ruined. He deserves to pay.

"Not so tough now huh?" Logan stabs him right through the heart.

When he's sure he's dead he stands up, blood soaking his claws. His head turns to you and you freeze. You know he won't hurt you but apart of you worries this is a trick. Another one of Mack's illusions just to fuck with you. Logan gently bends down and cuts you free.

"He's gone sweetheart." Tears start to fall down your cheeks as he scoops you up in his arms.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry." You babble over and over as Logan holds you tight. You fit just like a puzzle piece into his arms. This feels right. This feels like home. The sound of footsteps sets him on edge but he calms down when he sees the familiar faces of his team.

"Where the hell were you guys?"

-

No one dared bother Logan. They let him take you back to the jet. He held you the whole time. Even when you fell asleep from utter exhaustion he kept you close. He was with you every step of the way. Bringing you to the lab, watching as they run tests and stick needles into your arm. On your recovery bed with the ugly white lights he sat until you woke up. Sometimes you stirred, whining and you sounded afraid.

He wonders what fucked up things Mack made you see. The bruises and scars on your body told only half the story. With each fearful sound he wishes he would have taken longer to kill that bastard. But he's gone now and you seem to calm down when he's with you. Sensing him through your sleep.

The necklace sits in his hand. After he got back he had to make sure it was still with him. It was bloodied now, and had some wear and tear from the past. So he busied himself fixing it up, cleaning it until it shined like new. He doesn't know when or why he bought it for you but clearly it was special. The two stones meant something. He knew they did.

When you finally came to he jumped into action. Calling hank to come check on you while he slipped away to get you water. There was a big fuss, people scolding you for leaving and crying from happiness that you were back. Apologizes poured out of your mouth as you faced your family. Logan hung back and watched you be embraced, be loved. Your powers seemed to settle after this. The fear of touching other people was gone as you hugged people without a second thought. He waited and waited until it was just the two of you.

"Hey there," You can barely look at him as he sits in the plastic chair next to your bed.

"Logan I..." You can't get the words out. How do you even begin to apologize.

You bury your face in your hands but Logan isn't having it. He had a lot of questions but they could wait. He takes your hands away from your face, cupping your chin to make you look at him. Your heart breaks a little when you look into those eyes. He still doesn't know you. Of course, his memories are still gone.

"Why did you come? You don't remember me." You ask him. He risked his life for you, he killed for you. The Logan you knew at the start wouldn't have done that for you. Maybe with the team but to risk all of it alone. Why?

"I don't have to remember you to see you were important to me sweetheart, though I would really like those memories back." Of course.

You never took them from him. If anything you locked them away. You couldn't bring yourself to truly erase yourself from his mind. With a gentle touch you release his memories like a tidal wave. They pour into his brain, flooding his senses as memory after memory flash into his mind. Ending with your final moments together in that motel room.

Your first kiss, you told him you loved him. You took that from him. He should be angry with you. You stole his memories just like they did before but when he opens his eyes there's no anger.

Only love.

He smashes his lips onto yours. Capturing you into a heated kiss. This is what he dreamed of. Getting to touch you like this, to show his love. He's rough with his motions. He should be gentler but he can't help himself. Years of desperation building up into this. He can finally hold you, finally claim you as his.

"Logan I'm so sorry." You cry. He shushes you with another kiss.

He doesn't care about that right now. You were afraid and though he wishes you came to him he's just glad to have you back. You scared the fuck out of him.

"I love you too sweetheart, you didn't give me the chance to say it but fuck I love you." You claw at his shirt to get him closer.

You need him to be as close as he can. He ignores the wires and climbs into the bed with you. Situating himself so that you're as close as you can get. Legs intertwined with each other. He takes the necklace and places it around your neck. Clasping it and smiling as it rests above your heart.

"I'll always fight for us sweetheart. I'll fight for you." Even if he doesn't remember you he knew deep down that there was something there. That you were important to him. No one could take that away from him.

You curl into his arms, finally feeling at peace for the first time. Not worried about your powers or about your past. You felt protected and loved. Logan lulls you back to rest promising to keep watch. He knows that what you suffered won't go away easily but he'll be there every step of the way.

Nothing will take you from him again. Not ever. He'll make sure of that.

[ivyasproperty]

Knife to the heart

wandanat x fem!reader

summary — It was just a small stab... Okay maybe it wasn't, considering how they accurately aimed for your heart, and the amount of blood pouring out of the wound. But it's perfectly fine, since your two girlfriends will always be there to take care of you.

warning(s) : some mentions blood, i think that's it

word count : 600

A/N : it's so short im gonna cry

men / minors dni!

The rain drummed against the window of the quinjet, a steady rhythm that mirrored the chaos in your mind. You leaned against the wall of the quinjet, clutching your chest, trying to stem the flow of crimson that soaked through your shirt. It was just a small stab—at least, that’s what you told yourself in those frantic moments before it happened. But as the world around you began to fade, you couldn’t ignore the reality of the blade that had sliced through you, aiming for your heart with terrifying precision.

“Hang on, malyshka!” a familiar voice broke through the haze. It was Natasha, her voice both urgent and soothing. She appeared like a vision, her vibrant red hair plastered against her forehead from the rain, her eyes wide with concern.

“Why did you have to go after them alone?” Wanda, her scarlet curls bouncing as she rushed to your side, chided you gently, panic lacing her words. “We told you it was too dangerous!”

You winced, feeling the pain radiate through your body, but also feeling a warmth, a sense of safety. “I didn’t think they'd actually—”

“Shh.” Natasha knelt beside you, pressing her hands against the wound, her touch grounding you. “Focus on us. You’re going to be okay.”

“Why did you have to be so brave?” Wanda added, her voice trembling as she tore off a piece of her shirt to make a makeshift bandage. “You could have just walked away. We could have found another way.”

“But I couldn’t let them hurt you,” you whispered, forcing a smile despite the agony. The truth was, you’d always been a protector, a role that felt as natural to you as breathing. But now, lying on the cold pavement, youe wondered if you’d made a mistake.

“Malyshka, please,” Natasha pleaded, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this to us. Just stay with us, okay?”

The world swirled around you, and for a moment, you thought you might slip away. But the warmth of their presence anchored you. The memories of laughter and late-night talks flooded your mind—times when their love had made the darkness seem less daunting.

As Wanda finished tying the bandage, the quinjet had finally landed, and paramedics were on the way over. “Help is on the way,” she assured you, though you could see the worry etched on her face.

“Just… just promise you won’t be mad at me,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha leaned closer, her forehead resting against yours. “Mad? No. Just scared. Scared of losing you.”

“Me too,” you admitted, feeling tears sting your eyes. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

They both laughed, a shaky sound that broke the tension. “You always worry us,” Wanda said, her smile mingling with her tears. “That’s part of the deal.”

As the paramedics finally arrived on the quinjet, a wave of relief washed over you. You could see the worry etched in their faces, but also a fierce determination. They would get through this together. They always had.

“I love you both,” you whispered, the weight of your admission lifting a little of the burden off your chest.

Natasha smiled through her tears. “We love you too. Just hold on.”

In that moment, as the rain continued to pour and the lights of the ambulance flickered closer, you realized that even with the darkness looming, you was never truly alone. Love had a way of binding wounds deeper than any blade could cut, and with Natasha and Wanda by your side, you felt the strength to fight back against the shadows.

A/N : hope you enjoyed this one! it's still very short since i'm not exactly sure what to write ( oops )

[badger-tales]

An Initial Spark//S.B x Reader

A/n: so like i know electronics dont work at hogwarts but i feel like its on brand for sirius to ask for her number despite this!!

Request: @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader

hiiiii👅 its kinda a long story but a few weeks ago this boy asked for my number and we started talking a lot and i started to like him and mind you he had feelings for me forst and then he started walking me to my classes and he asked me out on a date, but then i confessed to him that i liked him and he told me he loved me but he wanted to focus on school and he said it wasnt a good idea to go on a date and that he should stop walking me to class so that im also focused on school and not him. But then a few days later he started ignoring me and now he’s basically ghosting me😨 anyways that was long but i was wondering if you could write a sirius x femreader fic like that but with a happy ending instead😭🙏 thanksss sorry for ranting

word count: 7.9k

The corridor buzzed with energy as students bustled from one class to the next, filling the air with laughter and bits of conversation that bounced off the stone walls. Sunlight filtered through high, arched windows, casting a warm glow on the weathered floors and illuminating small motes of dust that danced in the golden beams. You knelt by your bag, hurriedly gathering your scattered belongings, tucking a stray parchment inside before the crowd of rushing feet could crumple it beyond recognition.

Lost in thought, your mind drifted over the day’s lessons, half-aware of the chatter and footsteps echoing around you. It wasn’t until a shadow fell over your things that you sensed someone beside you. Straightening, you looked up, and your heart stuttered as you found yourself face-to-face with Sirius Black, his familiar smirk and glinting eyes standing out even among the lively crowd around you.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for… ah, maybe you can help me,” he drawled, voice smooth and laced with a hint of playful mischief. His dark hair fell perfectly into his eyes, which sparkled with an unspoken joke. His posture was relaxed, leaning against the wall as if he had all the time in the world, and for a moment, you were aware of how intensely his presence seemed to fill the space around him.

A flush rose to your cheeks as you scrambled to maintain your composure, feeling the warmth spread over your skin. “Um, hi, Sirius,” you managed, though your voice wavered slightly, betraying the flutter of nerves that his sudden appearance had stirred up.

“Hi yourself,” he replied, tilting his head in that effortless, casual way that made him look both charming and completely at ease. “I seem to have… misplaced my Charms textbook. Thought maybe I could borrow yours?”

You raised an eyebrow, catching the playful glint in his eyes. “Funny, I could’ve sworn I saw you walk out of Charms with it just a few minutes ago,” you replied, a hint of challenge slipping into your voice.

Sirius let out a soft chuckle, momentarily caught but unfazed, and shrugged as though conceding defeat. “Alright, you got me,” he admitted, his grin widening. “But in my defense, it made for a decent excuse to ask for your notes. And, well, maybe your number?”

The words hung in the air, and your heart skipped, stumbling over itself as you processed his request. “My number?” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady, though you couldn’t ignore the tingling thrill that his attention sent through you.

“Purely for academic purposes, of course,” he added smoothly, his smile widening into something almost roguish. “Think of it as a charitable contribution to the Sirius Black cause.”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, rolling your eyes at his theatrics but feeling a spark of excitement nonetheless. “Well, I suppose I could help out… just this once,” you replied, suppressing a smile as you scribbled your number onto a scrap of parchment.

As you handed it over, his fingers brushed against yours, the contact lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary. The warmth of his touch seemed to echo through you, and his eyes locked onto yours, intense and full of unspoken promises.

“Thanks, love,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine, an unsteady fluttering settling in your stomach. “I owe you one. Maybe I’ll pay you back with a walk to your next class tomorrow?”

Before you could find your voice to answer, he winked, his grin as sharp as ever, and turned on his heel, disappearing into the crowd with a confidence that left you breathless. You stared down at the parchment still clutched in your hand, your heart racing, a distinct thrill running through you as you realized that this was likely only the beginning.

---

The next morning, true to his word, Sirius was waiting for you outside your classroom, leaning against the stone wall with that casual confidence that seemed so uniquely his. The moment you stepped into the hallway, he straightened, a wide grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of you.

“Thought you’d skip out on me,” he teased, easily falling into step beside you as though you’d been walking together for years. His presence was warm, and you couldn’t help but smile at the effortless way he seemed to make the start of your day feel lighter.

“Oh? And miss the chance to help a fellow student in dire need?” you replied, playing along with his theatrics even as your pulse quickened. There was something undeniably thrilling about how he’d made this little ritual feel like a part of your routine, a part of you.

Over the next few days, Sirius’s presence became a constant, steadying part of your mornings. He’d appear outside your classes with a teasing grin, always ready with a remark that had you laughing or a story so exaggerated you could barely keep up with the twists. Sometimes, he’d surprise you with small, ridiculous gifts—a chocolate frog he’d “found” with a dramatic flair or a silly trinket he claimed to have charmed for luck, though the charm’s effect was often debatable.

One afternoon, as the two of you walked through the sun-dappled hallways, he sidled up closer, hands tucked into his pockets, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“So, don’t laugh, but I have a present for you,” he announced, his voice laced with anticipation. He fished something from his pocket and held it out: a small, hand-painted rock with a wonky little star etched into it.

You blinked, trying to suppress a laugh. “A rock?”

“It’s not just any rock,” he replied, feigning a look of wounded pride. “It’s a luck charm. I painted it myself. Guaranteed to bring good fortune—though, full disclosure, the only other person I tested it on was James, and he slipped in the corridor not five minutes later. But I’m confident it’ll work wonders for you.”

Unable to stop yourself, you laughed, the sound bright and genuine. “Good to know I’m your second choice for luck charms.”

“Not second,” he corrected, his voice softening, a genuine look flashing in his eyes. “Just the one who matters more.”

For a moment, the air felt charged, the playful back-and-forth quieting into something deeper. And though you could have laughed it off or changed the subject, you found yourself smiling, pocketing the rock as if it were a treasure.

“Well, here’s to good luck,” you said, feeling the warmth of his gaze linger as you continued down the corridor together, a sense of possibility stretching out in front of you.

---

As the days drifted by, Hogwarts took on a new vibrancy, each class and corridor illuminated with a brightness you hadn’t noticed before. What had once been routine now felt touched with a bit of magic, a change you couldn’t quite name but knew came from Sirius’s presence by your side. No matter where you walked together, he had this way of making even the most mundane corners feel alive, as though he’d charmed the very stones of the castle with his laughter. His voice echoed off the walls, turning heads and drawing smiles from students passing by, like his happiness was a spell that wrapped itself around everyone nearby.

You noticed the subtle ways he looked out for you—how he’d steer you away from crowded stretches of hallway, his hand hovering protectively near your back to shield you from the jostling rush of other students. He would linger in conversation even when his friends called for him, as if each moment he spent with you mattered more than the pull of his familiar group. With every passing day, his small gestures made your heart flutter and grounded you all at once, a warm reminder of his steady presence beside you.

And though neither of you had acknowledged the deepening bond between you, there was an unspoken understanding, a quiet certainty that your connection was growing into something more than casual friendship. It was as if the shared silences and glances between you held all the words you hadn’t yet dared to say.

One morning, as you reached the door to your next class, Sirius slowed, his fingers brushing lightly over your shoulder. He hesitated, as though measuring his words.

“Are you free this weekend?” he asked, attempting a casual tone, though you noticed the hint of anticipation flickering in his eyes. “I was thinking we could… I don’t know, go to Hogsmeade or something. Just the two of us.”

Your heart did a small flip, your pulse quickening at the invitation. “That sounds… nice,” you managed, voice softer than you’d intended, barely able to keep the thrill out of your words.

A grin spread across his face, that lopsided smile that made the whole world feel a little brighter. “Great. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

With a playful salute, he spun on his heel and strode off down the hall, leaving you leaning against the wall, heart racing, as you tried to process what had just happened. His words echoed in your mind, lingering like the promise of something wonderful waiting just around the corner.

---

The excitement from Sirius’s invitation had carried you through the rest of the day and well into the night. By the next morning, you found yourself glancing at the clock through every class, the anticipation bubbling beneath your calm facade. At meals, you drifted into daydreams of the trip, and even in the library, your mind wandered from the open Charms textbook in front of you.

A chair scraping against the wooden floor jolted you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see Sirius sliding into the seat across from you, an impish smile lighting up his face as he dropped his bag with a casual thud.

“So,” he began, leaning back with a grin, “still up for tomorrow?”

You smiled, nodding as you tried to steady the flutter in your chest. “As long as you don’t get us kicked out of Hogsmeade for any pranks,” you teased, recalling the legendary stories of the Marauders’ escapades.

“Would I do that to you?” he replied, feigning a look of innocence, though the mischievous glint in his eyes told a different story. “But just in case, I’ll behave. Mostly.” Leaning forward, he dropped his voice to a whisper, as though letting you in on a secret. “Besides, I was thinking we could try something a bit different. You know, like an adventure.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “An adventure? In Hogsmeade?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his grin widening. “Maybe sneak into the Shrieking Shack, or—hear me out—sample every flavor at Honeydukes, no matter how questionable they sound.”

A laugh escaped you, the tension you’d felt about tomorrow melting away under his infectious enthusiasm. “And here I thought you’d suggest something simple, like a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.”

He scoffed playfully, shaking his head. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” He leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Besides, I want our first… outing to be memorable.” He hesitated, glancing down as though searching for the right words, and when he looked back up, his expression had softened. “It’s not every day I get to spend time with someone I actually want to get to know.”

His words took you by surprise, catching you off guard and stirring an unfamiliar warmth that bloomed across your cheeks. For a moment, gone was the playful Sirius who hid behind jokes and careless grins. In his place was someone else entirely, someone who looked at you with a genuine, unguarded interest, as if he were truly seeing you for the first time. His usual smirk softened, his gaze steady and intent, reaching across the space between you in a way that made your heart skip.

Trying to break the unexpected intensity that hung in the air, you summoned a teasing smile, hoping to lighten the moment. “Just don’t blame me if you regret it after trying the earwax-flavored sweets.”

The corners of his mouth quirked into a grin, and he laughed, the sound low and warm. Reaching across the table, he nudged your hand with his fingers—a fleeting touch, light as a whisper, but enough to send an undeniable thrill up your spine. The casual brush of his hand lingered, sparking a warmth that left you acutely aware of how close he was. “Challenge accepted,” he murmured, his voice carrying a promise, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary before retreating.

A comfortable silence settled between you, as if both of you were savoring the unspoken exchange that had passed. His gaze shifted toward the stack of books you’d brought, a playful smile returning as he broke the quiet. “Though it seems like you’re quite the diligent student. Should I be taking notes on my competition?”

Feigning an air of superiority, you raised an eyebrow, allowing a grin to tug at your lips. “Competition? You might want to worry about your own grades before trying to take me on, Black.”

He let out a dramatic gasp, clutching a hand to his chest in a mock display of offense. “Ouch. A hit straight to my academic ego.” Shaking his head in mock disappointment, he continued, “Fine, Miss Overachiever, I’ll leave you to your studying tonight. But tomorrow,” he said, his voice dropping to a playful murmur, “it’s all about the adventure.”

Slowly, he rose from his chair, the lingering anticipation evident in his eyes as he met your gaze. He hesitated just a moment, giving you a look that held a spark of something deeper, something that sent your heart fluttering in your chest. “I’ll meet you at the gates around noon?”

All you could do was nod, watching him as he walked away, his stride confident and easy, leaving you to sit there, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions he’d left in his wake. The anticipation of tomorrow filled your mind with possibilities, your heart racing with the thought of what awaited in Hogsmeade. Whatever lay ahead, you knew it would be unforgettable, thanks to Sirius Black and that irrepressible, infectious spirit of his.

The Hogsmeade adventure with Sirius had been everything you’d dreamed it could be, and then some. From the very first step, he’d taken you into a world that felt crafted just for the two of you, as if every street, every shop, every sound in the village was meant to echo with your laughter. He led you into Honeydukes, his eyes glinting with mischief as he dared you to try the most bizarre, borderline terrifying flavors of sweets, his delighted laughter filling the shop each time you made a face. Then there was the thrilling escapade to the Shrieking Shack, where he’d coaxed you into joining him in a half-frightened, half-excited exploration, his hand clasped around yours as he weaved exaggerated tales about the ghosts that might still linger there. By the time he managed to charm his way into getting an extra Butterbeer “on the house” at the Three Broomsticks, you were both completely swept away, lost in a day where reality seemed to bend around the magic of being together.

The hours had flown by in a blur of laughter, warmth, and fleeting touches, each one sparking something deeper between you. It felt as if the world had shrunk, leaving only the two of you in a shared bubble of adventure and quiet wonder, as if Hogwarts, responsibilities, and worries had melted away, leaving only this single, perfect day.

Now, as you walked along the edge of the Black Lake, the golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the water, painting everything in shades of amber and gold. The air was still, filled only with the gentle sound of the lake’s ripples and the occasional chirp of a bird settling in for the evening. Silence stretched between you, comfortable yet charged, as if both of you were holding your breath, waiting for something unspoken to fill the space.

Sirius stopped, gazing out over the water, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable, his usual grin replaced by a contemplative look. “Today was… amazing,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of something deeper, softer, that sent a thrill through you.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, warmth flooding over you as you nodded. “Yeah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was perfect.”

He turned to you then, and for a moment, you saw the playful, roguish Sirius fade, replaced by someone with a gaze that held something raw, something genuine. His eyes searched yours, his brow furrowing slightly as though grappling with something he wasn’t used to sharing. “There’s… something I wanted to ask you,” he said, running a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that felt strangely out of place on him. “I mean, I know we joke around, but… this, all of this… it’s been real for me.”

You held your breath, feeling your heart pound with a mix of hope and fear. The words you’d been keeping to yourself for so long hovered on the edge of your tongue, and for a moment, it felt as though the world had stilled, waiting for you to speak. Gathering your courage, you let the truth spill out, voice soft but steady.

“Sirius, I… I really like you,” you admitted, barely above a whisper, feeling as though saying it out loud might shatter the fragile beauty of the moment. “And I don’t mean just as a friend. I’ve felt this way for a while now, and… I thought maybe you felt the same?”

For a single heartbeat, his face lit up with something that looked like relief, his eyes brightening as though he’d been waiting for this. But just as quickly, a shadow fell over his expression, his gaze lowering as he took a small step back. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes fixed on a distant point over the lake, as though he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“I… Merlin, I didn’t expect you to say that,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a weight that made your chest ache. “And it’s not that I don’t feel the same. I do, more than you know.” He glanced at you, a hint of sadness softening his gaze. “But I don’t know if now’s the right time for this.”

A pang of confusion and disappointment washed over you, and you struggled to make sense of his words. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, his hands dropping to his sides, his expression torn. “I’m under so much pressure—OWLs, my family’s expectations… everything feels like it’s pressing down on me. I’m barely keeping up with all of it, and the last thing I want is to drag you into that mess.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “And I don’t want to be a distraction for you either.”

His words cut deep, and a subtle ache settled in your chest as you tried to make sense of it. “So… you think I’m a distraction?” you asked quietly, feeling the sting of the implication.

“No,” he said quickly, reaching out, his hand finding yours, his grip warm and grounding as his thumb brushed lightly over your fingers. “That’s not what I mean. You mean… everything to me. And that’s why I can’t mess this up. I don’t want to hurt you if things get too overwhelming.”

Silence fell between you, heavy and bittersweet, only broken by the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore. You held onto his hand, feeling the tension in his fingers, the weight of the struggles he was trying to shield you from. He was pulling away, but you could see the depth of his care in every hesitant word, every anxious glance.

“So what does this mean?” you asked, your voice trembling as you looked up at him. “Are you saying we should just… stop?”

His face softened, and he looked down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing soothing circles over the back of yours. “I think we need to take a step back,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “At least until things settle down a bit. It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. I just don’t want to do this wrong and ruin everything.”

The words stung, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes, the weight of the battle he was fighting within himself. He was trying to protect you, even if it hurt. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to nod, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sadness that threatened to spill over. “I understand, Sirius. I really do.”

He looked at you with a gratitude so intense it left you breathless. He pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you as if he could somehow make up for the words he couldn’t say. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to melt into the embrace, memorizing the warmth of him, the way he held you like he didn’t want to let go. The sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the lake as you stood there, wrapped in the bittersweet ache of a love shared but postponed.

After a moment, he pulled back, his hand lingering on your cheek as he looked at you, his gaze soft and full of something unspoken. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For understanding.”

With a final, gentle squeeze of your hand, he turned and walked away, leaving you by the lake’s edge, watching his figure grow smaller in the fading light. The ache in your heart was bittersweet, a mix of hope and sadness as you wondered if, someday, when the timing was right, you’d find your way back to each other.

After that bittersweet moment by the Black Lake, you braced yourself, hoping that the distance Sirius had asked for would be something manageable, something you could bear. But nothing could have prepared you for the starkness of the separation, the hollow ache that would fill the spaces he once occupied. The very next morning, as you waited outside Charms, scanning the corridor for that familiar glint of black hair or easy grin, he was nowhere to be found. Instead, you caught a fleeting glimpse of him further down the hall, walking quickly, his head turned resolutely away, as if he couldn’t bear to look back.

At first, you tried to brush it off, convincing yourself that he was just giving you the space he’d promised. Maybe he was keeping his distance for both of your sakes, keeping to the terms of that painful but necessary boundary. But as the days wore on, his absence became harder to ignore, the ache of it settling deeper into your chest with every empty moment. Sirius was no longer waiting by your classes; his presence, once a constant, had faded into something elusive, intangible. And every time you saw him in the Great Hall or the common room, he was engrossed in conversation with James or laughing with Remus and Peter, his expression animated and carefree. It was as though you had become an outsider, watching him from a distance as if those shared moments had been erased, rewritten.

Each encounter—or lack thereof—left a hollowness in your chest, a weight pressing down on you with each passing day. The worst part was his complete avoidance of eye contact; his gaze would skim over you without pause, his expression perfectly blank, as if you were just another face in the crowded halls. It was as if he’d built an invisible wall between you, one that only he seemed capable of seeing, yet it stood there, solid and impenetrable.

One afternoon, you spotted him in the library, hunched over a pile of parchment, his brow furrowed with intense focus. The familiar sight stirred something inside you, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he missed you too. Heart pounding, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you moved toward him, hoping to bridge the gap with even a simple conversation. But just as you approached, he looked up, his expression unreadable, and without a word, he gathered his things and walked away, not sparing you a single glance. The sting of rejection cut through you, sharp and undeniable, and you found yourself rooted to the spot, staring after him, the ache in your chest tightening into something raw.

Days blurred into weeks, and the silence grew heavier, more unbearable, pressing down on you like a weight you couldn’t shake. In the common room, laughter and whispers filled the space as the Marauders joked around, their carefree camaraderie a painful reminder of what you’d lost. You’d catch glimpses of Sirius, his smile radiant as ever, his laughter filling the room with a brightness that felt like a distant memory. And yet, every time, it was as if a wall had been erected between you—an invisible barrier that kept you on the outside, a silent observer to a world that had once felt like your own.

Friends began to notice the change, the quietness that had crept into your demeanor, the way your gaze would drift across the room, searching for him in those stolen, unguarded moments. They asked questions, concern in their eyes, but you brushed them off with forced smiles, unwilling to share the ache that had settled so deeply within you.

The absence of his presence left an emptiness that was almost physical, a void you hadn’t anticipated. The laughter, the teasing, the shared secrets that had once filled your days felt like fragments of a dream slipping through your fingers, a haze of memories that were slowly fading, leaving only shadows in their wake. The Sirius who had looked at you with such warmth and openness by the Black Lake felt like a stranger now, unreachable and distant. And as each day passed, you found yourself questioning everything, wondering if those moments had been real or if they’d only existed in your imagination, a fleeting connection that had never truly belonged to you.

---

One evening, as you sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, the soft glow of the flames dancing in front of you, you felt completely adrift. The firelight cast long shadows, flickering across the room, but its warmth did nothing to ease the chill that had settled in your chest. You stared into the flames, watching them shift and twist, as if somehow they might hold the answers to the questions that had been haunting you. The silence from Sirius had grown unbearable, filling each day with a hollowness that gnawed at you, and now, as the fire crackled softly, you let yourself feel the weight of it.

A gentle voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality. “Hey… are you alright?” Lily’s tone was soft, and when you turned, you found her watching you with a quiet, genuine concern. She sat down beside you, her presence warm and steady, her gaze searching yours as though she could sense the turmoil hidden beneath the surface.

You hesitated, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat, not wanting to reveal the extent of the hurt that Sirius’s silence had caused. “I’m fine,” you murmured, but even to your own ears, the words sounded thin, hollow. Your voice wavered, lacking conviction, and you could see that Lily wasn’t convinced either.

She studied you, her expression softening with understanding. “I’ve noticed the way you look at him,” she said gently. “And the way he’s been avoiding you… it’s not fair to you, you know.”

The words struck something deep within you, and a wave of emotion rose, nearly overwhelming you. Until now, you’d kept these feelings tightly guarded, unwilling to admit just how much his absence had hurt, unwilling to acknowledge the sharp ache that had been building with each passing day. But hearing Lily say it out loud, giving voice to the hurt you’d kept hidden, made it all feel painfully real.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong,” you whispered, struggling to keep your voice steady. “We had something… or at least, I thought we did. And now, it’s like I don’t even exist to him.”

Lily’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, her touch gentle and reassuring. “Maybe he’s just scared,” she offered, her tone thoughtful, almost tentative. “Sirius has always been… complicated when it comes to feelings. But if he’s truly pulling away like this, maybe it’s time you confronted him.”

The thought of confronting Sirius sent a shiver down your spine, fear mingling with the ache in your chest. But as much as the idea intimidated you, you knew she was right. This silence, this unbearable emptiness that had crept into your days, couldn’t go on. If he wanted to walk away, you’d let him, but he owed you an explanation. You deserved to know why he had built this invisible wall between you, why he had chosen silence over honesty.

With a deep breath, you nodded, feeling a flicker of determination rise within you. Enough was enough. Every day that passed had left you feeling more invisible, like a ghost haunting the spaces you once shared with him. Lily’s words had stirred something inside you, a need for clarity, for closure. The answers had been denied to you for too long, and it was time to reclaim them, no matter how painful they might be.

Later that night, as the common room emptied, leaving only the dying embers of the fire behind, you watched the shadows play across the walls, gathering the courage you’d need. When the corridors had quieted, and the castle was draped in silence, you finally saw him. Sirius slipped out of the Gryffindor Tower alone, his form silhouetted against the faint candlelight flickering in the hallway. Heart pounding, you followed him at a distance, each step bringing you closer to the answers you both craved and dreaded.

He turned into an empty classroom, the soft glow of a single candle casting shadows across the stone walls. Taking a steadying breath, you stepped inside, the faint echo of the door clicking shut filling the silence. At the sound, he glanced up, surprise flickering across his face as his eyes met yours.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice hesitant, almost cautious, as though he’d been expecting this moment but dreading it all the same. But before he could say another word, you cut him off, your voice stronger than you felt.

“Sirius,” you said, the steadiness in your voice surprising even yourself. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in a familiar gesture, though in the dim light, the motion looked somehow more vulnerable, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. “I haven’t been… I mean, I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, his voice faltering, but his gaze drifted to the floor, avoiding yours.

As he struggled for words, you waited, the silence heavy with all the things left unsaid. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he wrestled with something just beyond reach, but you stayed quiet, determined to let him speak, to finally hear the truth he’d been keeping from you.

You crossed your arms, steeling yourself, your determination hardening as you looked at him. “Really? Because it’s felt an awful lot like you’ve been avoiding me. Ever since Hogsmeade, ever since I told you how I felt, it’s like I don’t even exist to you.”

Sirius turned away, his jaw clenching, the tension in his posture radiating a silent struggle. For a moment, it seemed like he might not respond at all, that he’d let your words hang unanswered. But finally, he spoke, his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the shadows. “I thought… if I kept my distance, it would be easier for both of us.”

“Easier?” The word slipped from your mouth, tasting sharp and bitter. “How is ignoring me, pretending I’m not here, supposed to make anything easier?”

At that, he looked up, his expression raw and conflicted, torn between vulnerability and fear. “Because I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “I know what I’m like—reckless, distracted, and I’m no good with feelings. I thought that if I just… stepped away, you’d move on. Find someone better, someone who isn’t a mess like me.”

The honesty in his words hit you, cutting through the anger and frustration you’d been holding onto, softening it into something closer to understanding. You sighed, letting the tension drain from your shoulders. “Sirius… I never wanted perfect. I just wanted you,” you said, your voice gentler now. “You don’t have to push me away to protect me. I’m stronger than you think, and I’d rather face whatever comes together than be left in the dark like this.”

He took a shaky breath, visibly battling his own insecurities, and for the first time in weeks, he met your gaze fully—his eyes searching, holding a vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to see. “But what if I mess this up?” he asked, the words laced with fear. “What if I hurt you?”

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you, reaching for him with a quiet resolve. “Then we’ll deal with it. Together. But I’d rather take that risk than feel like this—like I’m not even worth an explanation.”

His shoulders sagged, the weight of his own fears lifting ever so slightly, carried away by your words. With a hesitant gesture, he reached out, his hand finding yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a way that felt grounding, solid, as though he were afraid that letting go would mean losing you again.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with the emotions he’d kept buried. “I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I never stopped thinking about you. Not for a second.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth begin to fill the empty spaces his silence had left. The tension that had been simmering for so long seemed to dissolve in that moment. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” you whispered, the corners of your mouth lifting in a tentative smile. “I don’t care about the what-ifs. I just want you, here and now.”

A faint, grateful smile appeared on his lips as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting gently against yours. “You’re braver than I am,” he admitted softly, his breath warm against your skin. “But if you’re willing to give me another chance… I’ll do my best not to mess it up.”

Your heart swelled with a mixture of relief and joy, a sense of peace settling over you as you nodded. “I’ll give you as many chances as you need.”

With a quiet, almost reverent sigh, Sirius closed the last of the distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours, a promise woven into the gentle contact. In that single moment, the hurt and uncertainty faded away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart beneath your hands. Challenges would come, but for now, you felt ready to face them together.

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After that night in the empty classroom, something shifted between you and Sirius. The tension and silence that had lingered for so long melted away, replaced by a warmth that was steady, reassuring. True to his word, Sirius had been making an effort—not just in seeking you out, but in being open, present, allowing you to see the sides of him he’d once hidden away. It was like the wall he’d built around himself was crumbling, brick by brick, and every day, you were grateful to see more of the person he truly was.

Today, he’d asked you to meet him at the gates to Hogsmeade, promising this time that he had a “proper plan.” Excitement bubbled up inside you as you spotted him waiting, his face lighting up the instant he saw you, a look of genuine happiness softening his usual mischievous grin.

“There she is,” he said, his voice carrying that familiar playfulness, but his eyes held a softness you hadn’t often seen, a warmth that seemed to linger just for you. Reaching for your hand, he entwined his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing gently against your knuckles in a small, grounding gesture that made your heart flutter.

“Are you going to tell me what you have planned, or is this another one of your mysterious ‘adventures’?” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips as you recalled the wild day you’d shared the last time you’d been here together. 

He chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Well, you’ll just have to wait and see. But this time, I’m fairly certain I won’t be dragging you into any haunted houses… unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He winked, his grin widening as he led you down the bustling street of Hogsmeade, the village alive with laughter and the smell of fresh bread and butterbeer.

The two of you wandered together, hand in hand, and as you walked, you felt an overwhelming sense of rightness, a feeling that no matter where the path led, he would be beside you. Whatever he had planned, you were ready for it.

He chuckled, shaking his head with a playful smile. “No sneaking into the Shrieking Shack this time, I promise.” He led you down a quieter, cobbled street, where the sound of your footsteps was muffled by a light dusting of snow. Finally, he stopped in front of a quaint little tea shop, nestled on the edge of the village with a view of the snowy mountains stretching out in the distance. The shop’s windows were fogged over with warmth, and a gentle light spilled onto the street, inviting you inside.

As you settled into a cozy corner table near a crackling fireplace, Sirius reached across to take your hand again, his fingers warm against yours. The simple gesture felt more meaningful than any grand adventure he could have planned. This wasn’t about mischief or daring; it was just the two of you, here and now. “I wanted today to be… different,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual, almost shy. “I know I can be a lot—always pulling you into trouble. But I thought maybe it’s time we just… enjoyed this.”

Your heart swelled, touched by the thoughtfulness behind his words, the effort he was making to let you in. “I like the trouble,” you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, your smile softening. “But I like this too. Just us.”

When the tea arrived, it filled the air with a comforting, earthy warmth, mingling with the scent of pastries fresh from the oven. You spent hours wrapped in each other’s words, the world outside slipping away as you shared stories, laughter, and the kind of small details that made everything feel closer, warmer. Sirius told you stories of his childhood, tales of pranks pulled with the Marauders, some you’d heard whispered about and others you could hardly believe. His voice softened as he spoke about dreams he harbored and fears he rarely let show, each revelation peeling back another layer of the boy you thought you knew.

And in return, you let him see parts of you that you kept hidden, sharing insecurities, little hopes for the future, the fears that lingered just beneath the surface. You saw his eyes soften with understanding as you spoke, as though he was gathering up each word and tucking it away, determined to hold onto every piece of you.

At one point, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and glinting, holding it between his fingers with a sheepish grin. You recognized it immediately—a small stone, the same one he’d given you during his “lucky rock” phase, but now, it bore a new charm, a tiny symbol engraved with care, shimmering faintly. 

“I figured this one should work,” he said with a half-smile, placing it carefully in your hand. His voice softened, carrying a hint of nervousness that made him even more endearing. “Not that you need it. But I wanted you to know I’m trying to… you know, be someone you can count on.”

A lump rose in your throat as you curled your fingers around the stone, the weight of his words settling warmly in your chest. “Sirius, you already are,” you murmured, meeting his gaze.

His hand covered yours, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver through you. He looked at you as if he were seeing all of you, as if every vulnerability you’d shared mattered, was worth protecting. “I won’t take that for granted,” he promised, his voice barely a whisper, holding a quiet strength. “Not this time.”

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a gentle amber glow over Hogsmeade, you both wandered back toward the village square. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, keeping the chill at bay, and you leaned into him, savoring the warmth of his presence. The world around you seemed to soften, settling into a peaceful quiet that felt just for the two of you.

Suddenly, he stopped, turning to face you, a rare, vulnerable look in his eyes. “I know I messed up,” he murmured, his voice a little unsteady as he searched your face. “But I want this. I want us. And I’ll keep trying, as long as you’ll let me.”

Without a word, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, your heart brimming with all the unspoken words that had led you to this moment. His hands came to rest on your waist, pulling you close, and for that one heartbeat, everything felt whole, steady, exactly as it should be. When you pulled back, you gave him a soft, reassuring smile, letting him know that you were ready to face whatever came next. “Then let’s keep going.”

A grin broke across his face, lighting up his eyes as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, as though he never wanted to let go. And in that quiet, golden moment under the setting sun, you knew you’d found something worth holding onto—together, in all its imperfect, beautiful messiness.

The weeks after your Hogsmeade date seemed to slip by in a blur of shared glances, quiet laughter, and fleeting touches. Each stolen moment with Sirius was a reminder of how much had shifted between you. He’d kept his promise, showing up not just physically, but in the countless small ways that truly mattered. He was there, his presence steady and comforting, making you feel seen, valued, and cherished. The Sirius you knew now wasn’t just the mischievous, charismatic prankster; he was someone who opened up, who listened, and who let himself be vulnerable in ways you hadn’t seen before.

One warm afternoon, as the last traces of snow had melted and the grounds of Hogwarts were dotted with tiny clusters of wildflowers, Sirius found you by the lake. A grin broke across his face as he spotted you, his energy so infectious that even before he reached you, your heart lifted. He jogged over, his hair catching the breeze, laughter in his eyes.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased, falling into step beside you as the two of you wandered along the water’s edge. The laughter and chatter of other students drifted in the background, but as he leaned in close, it felt as though the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “I feel like you’ve been stalking me lately, Sirius.”

“Not stalking,” he corrected, a hint of playfulness in his tone, though there was a sincerity in his gaze that softened his smile. “Just… appreciating. You’re very hard not to appreciate, you know.”

The warmth that rose to your cheeks only made his grin widen, and he pulled you close, his arm wrapping securely around your shoulders as you walked. Every so often, he’d point out a random cloud shape, inventing an elaborate story for each, or he’d gesture to a bird flying overhead, trying to guess its species with absolutely no accuracy. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his attempts, marveling at how easily he made everything feel natural, comfortable, like home.

Eventually, the two of you found yourselves on a small hill overlooking the lake, sitting together in the soft grass as you watched the sun begin its slow descent toward the horizon. Golden light reflected off the water, casting a warm glow over the two of you, and in that quiet moment, you felt a sense of peace settle around you.

Sirius looked over at you, his expression thoughtful, almost vulnerable. “You know,” he began, tracing an absentminded pattern in the grass with his finger, “I used to think I didn’t really deserve… this. Someone who’d stick around, I mean. With everything I’ve messed up or broken.”

You reached over, placing your hand gently on his, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. “Sirius, we’ve both made mistakes,” you murmured, your voice steady. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve happiness.”

He met your gaze, his eyes raw and unguarded, as though he was letting you see every emotion he’d kept hidden. “I didn’t realize how much I needed you until… well, until I almost pushed you away. But you were right. It’s worth facing the messy parts to have this.”

A smile curved your lips as you leaned closer, resting your forehead against his, feeling his breath warm against your skin. “I’m glad we found our way back to each other.”

For a long, quiet moment, neither of you moved, content to simply exist in the closeness you’d both fought so hard to reach. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Sirius pulled back slightly, digging into his pocket. He drew out a small, silver charm bracelet, a single star charm dangling from it. 

“I think it’s time to give you something a little more reliable than that lucky rock,” he said with a grin, but his voice softened as he held the bracelet out to you. “It’s enchanted to always remind you of home,” he explained, his gaze steady on yours. “Wherever you are, you’ll feel like you’re right here, with me.”

A mixture of joy and gratitude swelled in your chest, your fingers trembling slightly as you took the bracelet from him, fastening it carefully around your wrist. “Sirius, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

His eyes softened as he watched you admire the charm, a quiet contentment settling over his features. Then, leaning in, he kissed you, his lips gentle and warm against yours, the softness of the moment filling every corner of your heart. When you pulled back, he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close as the two of you watched the sun dip lower, the world around you painted in shades of gold and rose.

In that moment, with the light bathing you and Sirius by your side, you felt a sense of belonging—a feeling of home—that you knew would stay with you, no matter where life took you. And as you rested your head against his shoulder, you realized that whatever the future held, you were ready to face it together.

[that-wildwolf]

For what it's worth i really love your writing style and genuinely enjoy your works so much! Youre an excellent writer 🙂

I really don't think i can believe these types of things lately. You're sweet to try and cheer me up and say nice things! But when it comes to my fics, I've been hearing too many bad things lately to accept any positive feedback as anything other than pity or a well-meaning attempt to make me feel good about myself.

And i know this sounds dramatic or fatalistic or whatever, but that's just how it is right now. I feel like I should take a step back and reevaluate my work, my priorities, everything.

I know that people don't enjoy my works and it hurts me, but it also makes me want to try to write something people will like. I just need to... figure out how to do that.

Fuck, I don't know. It's scary. I feel like I've wasted so much of my life on doing this one thing I thought I was good at and it turns out i just... Whatever.

Thanks for the ask, anon. For the kind words. I know you were trying to be nice and make me feel better, and i appreciate that. But an excellent writer? That I am not.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[skrunksthatwunk]

ok soooo im like 5 episodes into dear brother and i need you guys to know how much i love rei so far if only for her staggering around like a rain-soaked stray dog just haggard and unseeing all the time. like we know very little about her thus far except that every scene she's in she steals the show by flopping and wilting all over the frame

[disaster-top]

does enid have a fucking apple watch or am i going crazy

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

they're like weird distant cousins to me.

[starinthegarden]

chat what if i said i was for some reason really fixated on the loki series and i really love the life series and that i was cooking

oh boy will this take me a while

[bunnihearted]

funny that therapists whose job it is to listen to u are the WORST listeners in society lmaooooooo. they dont hear a single word u say. they genuinely dont care abt what u say at all, they're just gnna take what theyve read in some textbook and apply it on to u. whatever u say you're not a person speaking words, your just a box filled with their judgements and pre constructed notions abt whatever diagnosis theyve assigned to u. therapists and psychiatrists are the most useless and incompetent ppl in society lmao. such a fkn joke it's insane how theyre even allowed to get paid for the shit quality job they perform ._.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[sonknuxadow]

I’m honestly surprised that people are saying Keanu reeves is a bad choice despite the popular fan discussions about it. Where I’m at in the internet, he’s considered a good choice and people were excited.

i cant speak for everyone obviously but ive always thought he was a bad choice for shadow ever since the idea started going around 2 years ago. because from what ive heard personally he doesnt really sound like shadow + i hate it when big movie stars are given voice acting roles in movie adaptations just to have a big name attached to the project even if theyre not good for the role. and this definitely feels like that. back in the day people were only saying he should be shadow NOT because his voice actually fits but because hes an edgy action guy or whatever and movie sonic is canonically a fan of him/his movies and they could make jokes out of that. and i feel like thats Still what a lot of peoples reasoning is which annoys me because shadow isnt just an edgy action guy and i dont think his voice should be chosen based on a joke of all things especially if the voice isnt fitting enough to justify it

not gonna say my opinion is the most popular but i know that there are a lot of people who agree with me on this, or at the very least are unsure about it. a lot of people dont want him

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had quite the night drive earlier this evening.

[babieken]

do u ever go down a rabbit hole trying to figure out who this blog u interacted with five years ago is? bc i just did lsijdflsdjf