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the-really-lonely-mountain · 5 months ago

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To Erebor - Part 5

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Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. This is the second installment, so we are following the second movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling deeper in love with Kili on the way! This is the second part for the second movie.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too graphic but i certianly wouldn't want to be caught reading it, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it, tags tbd tbh lol

Word Count: 4,758

A/N: OMG!! I graduated! I got a job! I finally edited this part! I'm so tired y'all, I'm writing this author note at like midnight lol. ~AnywhoOOo~ I hope you enjoy! let me know if you'd like to join the tag list to be directly notified of chapter updates! <3

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You woke to the usual clanging of pots and pans as breakfast was being cooked. Kili’s hand was still on your waist and his arm was still your pillow, though you were sure it’d gone numb in the night. You gently placed your hand on his cheek and tenderly ran your thumb over his delicate cheek bone. He looked so handsome sleeping beside you, it made you smile like a giddy little schoolgirl. You regretted having to remove yourself from his warm embrace, but you had to start packing your things and getting ready for the day. A much easier task now that you didn’t have to worry about your hair. When you were finished and your bag was neatly packed, you woke Kili.

He stretched his arms above his head then his eyes popped open, “Good morning!”, he sat up energized and ready to conquer the day.

“Good morning!” You replied with a kind smile, ever impressed by his liveliness in the mornings, “Start packing, Bombur’s almost finished breakfast.”

He shuffled about beside you while you worked on the last half of your bracelet, waiting for breakfast.

The porridge was the usual white sludge meant for nutrients, not flavor. You rinsed the dishes in the river with Kili’s animated storytelling as you usually did after meals. Thorin had the company moving out when you returned.

The day’s walk was very scenic, mostly idyllic forests with little rivers, where the lighting truly brought it all together. You walked between Kili and Fili so they could give you the basic run-down of sword handling and bowmanship.

By the end of midday, the company was on the border of the forest and a field. Thorin decided to make camp there and told Gloin to make the fire while Nori, Bifur, and Oin set traps in the forest to restock the reserves or something, you weren’t listening, too focused on Kili’s hand in yours as he led you somewhere.

The extra sparkle in his gorgeous brown eyes told you he was very excited to teach you about archery. As the resident Archer, no one (his brother) could compete for your attention by correcting him. He was also excited to watch you use his bow and his arrows; an honor bestowed upon an extremely select group.

Kili was very protective of his bows, not just because of the time it takes to make such an incredibly valuable weapon, but because one time in his youth he worked for weeks carving a brand-new bow from solid wood, making the string by hand, and engraving runic talismans into the handle. He worked very hard on that bow; Only to have one of his snot-nosed neighbors snatch it from him while they were playing and accidentally snap it in half after a misstep. Kili was furious, absolutely inconsolable. Fili had to drag him from the scene of the crime to the forest just behind their family house, so he didn’t hunt the kid down and destroy him. He didn’t say anything to Fili, just cursed and milled about the clearing in frustration. At first, his brother didn’t know what he was doing, concerned he was setting a malicious trap for the offending child (such a spiteful trap was almost sprung after another incident of the same nature); but as Fili silently watched, out of arm’s punching reach of course, he realized his brother was just looking for a piece of wood to make a new bow. Fili built a fire to keep the chill of the setting sun at bay, not wanting to abandon his brother to the coming night. He watched the younger mumble curses in dwarfish as he whittled the wood seemingly in his own little world. Kili hadn’t really taken notice of the fire his brother built despite using its light and occasionally throwing more wood on out of habit while he stayed up all night to make the string and engrave the handle. Their mother, Dis, saw them through the window in the back door in the middle of the night. Fili was sitting on the ground, relaxed, leaning against a tree while he watched his brother on the other side of the blazing fire, Kili was sitting on a rock hunched over his bow as it came together. Dis knew from that moment Fili would always look after his little brother, or at the very least try his best. The craftsmanship of the bow he made that night was nowhere near his previous bow, but it could still shoot the straightest arrow in the village. It would do till he grew again and needed a bigger one.

Kili brought you a few yards away from the camp, out of ear shot but not out of sight. After the crash course in archery during the day’s walk, you were as prepared as you could be. And excited as ever. Kili carved a target into the trunk of a tree with his dagger, not worried about losing misfired arrows in the underbrush because the fletching on the end of all his arrows were bright yellow.

He situated you both at a reasonable distance from the target and demonstrated again how to place your fingers on the string and what position to be in when you pull the string back. When he handed you the bow you were not expecting it to be as heavy as it was. Without an arrow, you tried to pull the string back like he showed but you couldn’t move it. You looked at Kili.

“Just pull it back Y/N.” He encouraged, with a proud little smile.

“I am, Kee,” you said still straining to pull it. It wouldn’t budge. He thought for a moment, trying to figure out what could be wrong—Ah! He got it!

“Here, let me help.” He came up and stood behind you. “The draw weight for my bow must be too high for you,” he said into your ear, his low hushed tone not going unnoticed as he got into position. He shuffled his legs behind yours and placed his hand below yours on the handle and his fingers above and below your slimmer, softer ones on the string. They were much stronger and much thicker than yours. Two of your fingers were the same width as one of his, a thought that quickly had you blushing. The irresistible mental image of moaning out for him while being deliciously stretched around his capable digits as he cooed praises, was nearly too much. You thanked god he was behind you and couldn’t see your bright red face.

He let you do most of the work pulling the bowstring to allow you to get a feel for the mechanics and amount of potential energy the movement created.

“And…” he made sure you were ready, “Release.”

You both let go of the string at the same time.

“Perfect! Now let’s try it with an arrow” He got one from the quiver on his back and handed it to you.

You nocked the arrow like he taught you then got into position. He helped you pull the string back like before, allowing you to control the aim.

“Ready…” You said to him this time, “Release!”

The arrow flew across the field and landed smack in the middle of the bullseye.

“No way,” Kili said in complete disbelief. You both went over to inspect the target. Sure enough, the arrow was deep in the carved center circle of the tree.

“That’s amazing Y/N!” He turned to you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen. You were as happy as him, jumping up and down excitedly.

“I want to try again!” You walked over to your previous spot and lined yourself up, waiting for him to join you. He chuckled at your enthusiasm and grabbed another arrow on the way over. You repeated the process like a practiced dance, enjoying more than anything that he was your partner. He allowed you to aim again, but this time the arrow didn’t hit its mark or the tree at all; It planted itself firmly into the leaf-covered underbrush.

“Awe,” you pouted, “I rushed, next time I’ll take my time.” You went to grab another arrow from his quiver, accidentally getting your face in his. For a moment, you could feel the heat of his lips and his breath tumbling over onto your own in a near ragged pant.

When you backed away you both politely laughed it off, though you could have sworn he leaned closer to you in that brief moment.

You shot all the arrows he had in his quiver. A handful hit the target, and a few even got close to the bullseye, but none hit the center like the first. Being a good coach, he encouraged and teased when the time was right.

Once again in your own little world, it was like nothing mattered except him. His radiant smile, his contagious laughter, his excitability; it was all consuming. As the day wore on, your arms got tired, and you were ready for a break. You helped him collect the arrows in and around the tree, so he could show off for a bit like boys do for pretty girls. He did trick shots and action shots and even pinned the pinecone you threw for him to the tree. His skills were very impressive. Your return to the camp was met with impressed exclamations.

“Was that a bullseye on the first shot?!” Bofur asked, having seen the miracle even from the other side of the camp.

“Aye!” You said excitedly, proud of your accomplishment. You didn’t even realize that you were beginning to use their dialect.

“Good job lass!” Oin said, along with the others happily celebrating with you.

After all that training, you were hungry for a snack. You rummaged through your bag in search of the grapes you had foraged with Bilbo the day before. They weren’t in your bag where you left them, carefully wrapped in your old T-shirt.

‘They couldn’t have fallen out’ you thought as you scanned the camp for the thief, already having an idea of the culprit. You stopped when your eyes fell on Kili across the camp, leaning against a tree with a shit-eating grin as he popped a grape into his mouth.

You were livid. It was a total invasion of your only private property: your bag, and you felt extremely violated.

You couldn’t say anything to the offending dwarf or even look at him in fear of your rage exploding onto him. Your anger evident from your expression, the camp fell silent as you walked to Kili.

That feeling in Kili’s chest sunk to his boots when he saw how angry you were; he knew he’d gone too far. You snatched the grapes from his hand and walked (stomped) into the field beyond the camp.

“Y/N wait—” he tried to follow you into the field.

“NOT NOW KILI” you snapped at him over your shoulder in a tone he didn’t quite think you were capable of. He stopped in his tracks at your tone, the same one his mother used when she was very cross with him. The other members of the company who heard the commotion snickered at Kili’s self-inflicted misfortune.

You sat in the field, soaking up the sunshine and eating your grapes while you calmed down. Kili moped around camp like an abandoned puppy; it was quite a pitiful sight.

When you finished your snack, you took a few deep breaths to get the anger from your system and allow your thoughts to come together to properly explain to Kili why you were so mad. The youngest Durin hesitantly joined you in the field when he saw you were done with your grapes, his footfalls crunching the grass beneath him alerting you to his presence. He sat next to you clearly a little nervous by how he picked at the grass.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at the ground. “It was just supposed to be a joke, honest,”

“Joke or not, Kili Durin, you shouldn’t have gone through my stuff!” You wanted to make sure he understood how unhappy his actions made you. He cringed at his full name. “You violated the only sliver of privacy I have out here!”

“Sorry, Y/N,” he said in a regretful voice you’d never heard from him before. “I shouldn’t have gone through your bag.”

You sighed and looked over at him. “I forgive you Kee,” You took another deep breath, satisfied he’d learned his lesson, “Just don’t do it again, ok?”

He smiled, happy to be back on good terms with you, “I won’t, I promise”. You smiled too, his infectious charm melting what little remained of your anger. You gave him a hug, knowing you both needed physical reassurance.

He sat with you in the field for a while, content to stay in comfortable silence. You’d been eyeing a beautiful patch of flowers a few feet away since you’d sat down. You shifted so you were laying on your stomach to get a closer look at their vibrant hues and decided you wanted to use them, but how? Kili moved next to you, mirroring our position, to see what you were looking at. Then inspiration struck.

“I’ll braid them into your hair!” You said excitedly. He gave you a look of surprised confusion.

“What?! No!” he was immediately against the idea and even backed away from you as if you’d jump on him any second like his brother might. “Why don’t I put them in your hair instead? They’d look much better on you.” He desperately tried to come up with a reason to avoid the inevitable onslaught of mocking he’d have to endure if he agreed to your plan.

You brought yourself to a kneel so you could look him dead in the eyes with a blank expression, “Pussy,” you said.

He scoffed and got all huffy and puffy, “I am not a pussy!” He said defensively, his cute accent got thicker when he was flustered, it made it so hard to take him seriously, “I just think the flowers would make you even more beautiful than you already are.”

You blushed deeply at his words and looked away from his charming little smile to keep your thoughts from a more baser mindset and to think over his offer. He started twirling the end of one of the braids he’d done the night before between his fingers. It was a sweet and absentminded motion, to which you relented with a sigh, “Alright, but you have to teach me how to use a sword after.”

“Deal!” He gave a hearty nod. You got your hair stuff from your bag and your bracelet to work on and hopefully finish while Kili did your hair. You picked the prettiest flowers and put them in the extra fabric of your shirt like a delicate basket. He dragged over a stone to sit on and got to work undoing the braids and brushing your hair out.

You didn’t realize how tight he’d made the braids till the tension was released from your scalp. You sighed in pleasured relief as he moved your hair around with the brush. That sound immediately pricked his ears.

“Does that feel good, princess?” He looked down at you and smiled as he massaged the sore parts of your head. You were too lost in the feeling his skilled hands were creating to react to the pet name.

Once he massaged the soreness away, he parted your hair and began braiding. Kili had a vision of what he wanted to do to your hair. He wanted a thick band like a crown around the top of your head and four small thin braids scattered across the rest of your loose unbraided hair.

You were on an entirely different plane of existence. You felt so calm and relaxed and taken care of with his undivided attention, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. His tranquil voice when he asked for a flower every now and then was the only thing you could hear. It felt like you were floating, your body sun warmed and peaceful.

When Kili was putting on the finishing touches, Fili came and joined you in the field to see what you both were doing, sadly pulling you from your lovely state of mind.

“Kili wouldn’t let me put flowers in his hair.” You pouted after the older brother inquired about your change in hairstyle.

“Even after he rummaged through your bag!” Fili feigned offense on your behalf with a smirk as he laid on his side in front of you both propped up on his elbow.

“Shut up, Fili” Kili huffed, ashamed of his previous actions, as he carded his fingers through your loose hair to make sure it was laying properly.

“Awe, Kiwi’s embawwassed,” you said in a baby-talk voice, making you and Fili laugh a little.

Kili stopped combing his fingers through your hair and tangled them in the loose hair at the back of your head. He pulled your head down to make you look up at him looming over you. He was about to say something, but the inadvertent dominating gesture caused an involuntary moan to slip past your lips, stalling any thoughts he tried to voice.

You were both stuck in that trance for just a moment, yet it took an eternity to pass. He was unable to look away from your pleasure pinched eyebrows and slightly parted panting lips. You were captivated by his handsome blushing features and the fire in his eyes. You wanted so desperately to kiss him, to meet his lips in heated passion.

“Good gods you two,” Fili rolled his eyes. His sudden interruption snapped Kili back to reality so he could release your hair. “Get a room,” Fili finished his statement.

“Shut up, Fili,” you both said in unison with faces equally ablaze and eyes cast anywhere but at each other. The elder just looked at you two and laughed to himself, he knew at that moment you were both madly in love.

“Here’s your brush, Y/N.” Kili handed it to you, wanting to change the subject.

“Yes, thank you” You took it from him and hastily returned your bag to camp. You met Kili back in the field for sword training. His brother was still there passively observing (waiting till he had to step in to correct the younger as this was not Kili’s area of expertise).

Bilbo allowed you to borrow his sword so you could get an idea of what a properly fitted one felt like without your wrists being torn to shreds by the other much heavier swords of the company. Kili walked you through basic moves and positions to teach you how to make your weapon like an extension of your own body. When he tried to speed up the movements and have you come at him in mock battle, you faltered and messed up the arrangement of poses.

When this happened, Fili of course would step in with a simplified version to help you. Before long, you had an audience, and the watchful eyes and extensive fighting prowess of Thorin and Dwalin. Kili was no longer the teacher but the sentient-sparing mannequin. The sequence of positions and movements became longer the more you worked at it. It felt amazing to be capable of so much. You knew it was just choreography, but it made you better now than you were before.

You were beginning to sweat under your thick tunic. The physical exertion was getting to Kili as well. When you took a water break you removed your shirt, the coffee brown padded camisole you wore underneath being far more breathable, but much tighter than your usual outerwear. It left hardly anything to the imagination.

Your less-dressed return to the now-stamped-down grass of the makeshift training area was met with impressed exclamations, wolf whistles, and light applause. You blushed and pretended to be a fashion model at the end of a runway. They found it very amusing.

Kili came back wondering what the commotion was about.

He saw you waiting for him. You hadn’t noticed him approaching yet, too busy putting on a silly little show. He loved seeing you like this, confident and carefree, not worrying about how you looked and focusing on something that was far more rewarding: having fun. He used the few seconds you were distracted to admire you. Your half up half down hair he’d just braided and styled, was blowing softly in the wind, and your short unruly baby hairs were matted to your sweaty forehead framing your face. Your camisole highlighted the alluring curve from your ribs to your hips. The hem of the fabric was ridding up on your waist, revealing just a sliver of your lower tummy. Your pants kept where they were, hugging tight to your thighs and bottom.

‘Two can play that game’ Kili thought, not even trying to hide his mischievous smile. He took his shirt off and threw it in his bag.

You looked up and saw him coming to meet you. The long bangs that framed his face were clinging to it now from his perspiration. He was smirking, knowing he caught you slightly off guard. His prominent pectoral muscles bled into his strong thick arms. His waist tapered at his hips where his pants were beginning to ride low, revealing his defined adonis belt in its retreat. He exuded power as he walked towards you with his arms out a bit from his side, and his palms facing you, as if he were challenging you.

“Ohho, it’s serious now, is it?” you said over a light chuckle, feigning being taken aback by his friendly challenge.

“Oh, it sure is.” He returned your light laugh and with a smug expression he tapped his sword against yours where it hung at your side. He knew he was flustering you. He could see it in the deepened flush that colored your cheeks and how your thumb picked at the leather-covered hilt of your sword.

You had to bite the inside of your lip rather hard to keep your eyes above his exposed shoulders. It had been so long since you’d felt so physically and mentally attracted to someone. The way he was looking at you made your panties dampen at the scandalous thoughts that his honeyed chocolate eyes made race through your head.

If Thorin hadn’t said, “Ready positions”, in that barking tone of his, you’d have jumped Kili’s bones and rode him off into the sunset.

You both got into the starting positions you preferred. Thorin shouted ‘Commence’ in Dwarfish. Kili came at you with harsh blows, which you perfectly countered like you’d been taught. You were able to quickly move yourself, so you were standing at his side. You took the opening and swung for his exposed ribs, but he easily blocked your attack. You pressed your blade against his to force him back and give up some ground. He stood steadfast in his heavy boots, however, and pushed back against you, getting his face close to yours to tease you.

“Good job, you remembered how to keep your grip on the sword.” He said with mock celebration. You gritted your teeth, determined to keep your footing. He glanced at your lips where your teeth were worrying your lower lip; A habit he noticed when you were focused or nervous.

“I’ve been taught well, Archer.” You shot back, as suave as you could manage under the conditions. He threw you back so he could reset his stance.

“We’ll see about that, Ibinê,” he said, flustering you again with that mischievous grin as his native language easily rolled off his tongue.

You charged at him, and your blades collided with a loud metallic clang. Your sudden advance surprised him, he backed up a few steps. Cheers came from your audience.

“Ibinê?” You strained while your blades met again in a brute force pressing match. “What does that mean?”

Kili shoved you back and swiftly turned around, a trick he hadn’t yet revealed in your spar. He abandoned his blade somewhere off to the side and spun around again but crouched in his movement so he could swipe your legs from beneath you. You fell to the ground with a muted thud, your weapon knocked from your grasp. Kili scrambled to straddle your hips, pinning down your legs with his and your wrists above your head. You tried to fight against him, but his strength and weight are much greater than yours.

He panted above you, smiling like a cat who got the canary, “If only it were you straddling me,” he whispered under his breath and winked at you discreetly. Your chest was heaving, making your breasts ebb and flow with the rhythm. The erotic tension was palpable between you.

“We have a victor!” someone said from the sidelines to break your daze. Kili blushed and stood and helped you from the ground. Your audience clapped a little then dispersed to the camp a few feet away.

You leisurely walked away from the encampment along the edge of the forest to catch your breath. The extra sway in your hips and a casual glance over your shoulder enticed Kili to follow you. He walked beside you. You looked up at him delighted he got the hint and followed you. He leaned over to say in a voice that was deeper than normal, “Ibinê means my gem.” His words took a moment to register, a delayed blush colored your chest and neck.

He bit his lip as a thought played behind his eyes. Growing bold from the adrenaline still in his veins, he wrapped his hand around yours. He picked up speed till he was running with you trailing behind. He took you far from the others. The sun was setting, painting the sky in those vivid colors that only dusk and dawn brought.

Kili slowed to a stop and used his grip on your hand to bring you in front of him. He took a step into your personal space.

“Labathmizi means I adore you.” He gingerly placed his hand on your cheek like he was handling the thinnest, most precious glass in the world. You were blushing profusely, your gaze danced from his eyes to his lips. “Abnâmulzi means you are beautiful.” He pecked his lips against yours for a moment then backed you against a tree and pinned you against it with his strong hand on your hip. The prolonged eye contact was making you pant. His voice was low and rough with arousal, “Azralizi du-nâmrul, Ibinê…” His head ducked down so his lips brushed against yours. “…means I want to fuck you, my gem.” He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that surpassed any expectation you had. You lifted your leg over his hip, his hand went from your hip to your thigh, an encouraging movement, and it felt like it was searing into your cloth covered skin. It slid up to your ass cheek and urged you to grind against him. Your hand was on his bare shoulder and the other tangled in his hair, scratching and pulling lightly on the soft brown tresses at the nap of his neck. You whimpered as his hardening member pressed against your soaking core. Kili met your movements, making himself hiss at the delicious friction you were both craving.

When you broke the kiss for air as lust flooded your mind and loins, “That’s really hot” was all you could manage.

You were becoming addicted to his kiss. The way his thumb would glide against your cheek and the soft, barely there little whimpers he was making as you deepened the kiss were driving you mad with need. His tongue won its fight against yours when he gyrated his hips perfectly to grind into you, causing a moan to bubble from you. When he broke away, he looked at you, panting.

He suddenly went silent and perfectly still. His eyebrows pinched in a sudden focused confusion as he looked past the tree you were pinned to. This immediately concerned you.

You opened your mouth to ask if he was ok, but he put his finger to his lips to silence you. He closed his eyes and turned his head to focus on something; dwarfs and their connection to the environment around them still confused you.

His eyes shot open in a panic, and he tore himself away from you so he could pick you up bridal style.

You clung to him as he broke out in a sprint back to camp, “A pack of orc’s are coming.”

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sebflix · 3 months ago

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mile high club ; sebastian sallow (m)

pairing: auror!sebastian x auror!reader(f)

genre: one-shot smut, modern au, colleagues that basically get together after a one night stand

warnings: all characters are 18+! fingering, kissing, begging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mirror sex, spanking, creampie, car sex mentioned, they have sex in a plane bathroom

word count: 6.5k

chapter synopsis: as an Auror assigned to attend a conference, you find yourself on the plane, only to bump into the one person you've been avoiding. a confrontation leads to an unexpected encounter in a cramped aeroplane restroom.

other notes: heavily inspired by meredith and riggs from greys anatomy, specifically the plane scene

links: ao3, masterlist

[read on ao3]

“Ladies and gentlemen, as we prepare for take off, please ensure that your seat belts are fastened, your seat back and tray tables are in their full upright position. Thank you.”

You close your eyes, trying to block out the shuffle of people around you as the final preparations for take off unfold. The rustling of bags, the click of overhead bins being opened and closed, and the low murmur of conversation as people find their seats and settle in.

Its not that you hate flying. But the turbulence, the unnatural way the plane shudders through the sky, always leaves your stomach in knots. The whole ordeal is laughable really. You’re a great flyer on a broom, travelling to all sorts of places. Yet here, in this uncomfortable seat, you feel queasy.

You inhale deeply, trying to steady your nerves. As an Auror, you've faced dark wizards, magical creatures, and more dangerous situations than most can imagine. But somehow, the mundane act of flying in a metal tube at high speeds unsettles you in a way few other things can.

Your boss has entrusted you to represent your department at a conference in Los Angeles. You attempted to get yourself reassigned, but both you and your boss knew you were the best person for the job. You exhale slowly, steeling yourself — not just for the flight, but for the challenges that await on the ground.

A wailing child abruptly pulls you from your thoughts, and you open your eyes to the sight of a young mother struggling to buckle her crying toddler into his seat beside you. The boy’s face is flushed with frustration, his small fists pounding the air as tears stream down his cheeks. His cries cut through the ambient noise of the cabin, drawing sympathetic glances from other passengers.

The mother, frazzled but determined, murmurs soothing words as she fumbles with the seatbelt, her hands trembling slightly. She finally manages to secure him and glances at you with weary eyes, offering an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, he's not usually like this. He just didn’t get a nap today," she mumbles, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she gently rocks her son in an effort to calm him down.

"That’s fine, I know how that goes," you reply with a reassuring smile. Memories flicker through your mind —countless times you’ve had to soothe nervous witnesses or comfort frightened children after an encounter with dark magic. The intensity of those moments is worlds apart from this one, yet there’s a familiar thread in the act of comforting someone in distress.

“It’s our first family trip together,” she continues with a weary sigh, trying to keep her son in the seat. “My husband planned it last minute.” She rolls her eyes, a mix of affection and exasperation in her expression. “He said it would be blissful and relaxing, but it seems like that’s not going as planned.”

You chuckle softly. “Sounds like he had the best of intentions,” you offer, your smile widening. “But I’ve learned that when it comes to travel, especially with little ones, ‘relaxing’ rarely goes as planned.” You catch the child’s eye, and with a slight wave of your hand, he quiets down a bit, curiosity momentarily replacing his fussiness.

She laughs lightly. “You’re telling me. I had this vision of us lounging on the beach, but right now I’d settle for just five minutes of peace.”

Just then, a bearded man approaches, interrupting your conversation. “Excuse me, sorry. Marianne, are you okay?” he crouches down beside your seat, concern in his voice as he looks at the woman next to you. “I can hear him all the way from my seat. Do you want me to take him?” He extends his arms toward his son, his expression a mix of sympathy and helplessness.

Marianne shakes her head with a tired smile. “It’s okay, Robert. Go sit back down. I’ve got it.”

“You both weren’t able to sit next to each other?” you ask, noting the strain in their exchange.

“Like I said, last minute,” she shrugs.

You glance at the man, Robert, and then back at Marianne, sensing how much easier the flight might be for them if they were together. “Well, do you want to swap seats? I’d be happy to trade mine with yours.”

Marianne’s eyes widen in surprise, and then her face brightens with relief. “Are you sure? That would be great!” she exclaims, her tone filled with gratitude.

“Absolutely,” you reply with a reassuring nod. “It’s no trouble at all.”

Here you are now, quickly squeezing through the narrow aisle with your bag in tow, weaving past other passengers and the occasional outstretched leg. You glance at the seat numbers as you move forward.

“38A, 38A…” You murmur to yourself as you navigate past a row of travellers adjusting their belongings. You finally spot your seat in the middle section: a row with three seats, two of which are already occupied. A young girl sits in the middle seat with her headphones on, lost in her own world, while a man occupies one of the aisle seat.

With a small sigh of relief, you begin to put your bags down, but your movement stalls as you catch sight of the man in your row. The brown, shaggy hair is unmistakable. He’s hunched forward, a book resting on his lap, his head bent down in concentration as he reads. His grey jumper fits snugly, highlighting the outline of his shoulders. You could just about see his light coloured freckles scattered across his cheeks, barely visible because of his hair, but familiar enough to make your heart race.

“Oh God.” you whisper, barely audible, as you recognise him. The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end. The sudden realisation that you’re in the same plane as him fills you with dread. You consider retreating to your old seat and asking Robert to swap back, but before you can make a decision, a flight attendant approaches with a firm expression.

“Miss, please take your seat now. We’re preparing for take off,” she instructs.

Caught between panic and resignation, you take a deep breath and force yourself to settle into your seat.

As you hastily fasten your seatbelt, the man tilts his head from his book and up at your presence and does a double take. His eyes widen in shock, clearly stunned to see you here. For a brief, suspended moment, he gapes at you, his expression a mix of surprise and disbelief.

You lock eyes, a heavy silence settling between you as the plane’s engines roar to life. The vibration of the aircraft and the hum fills the space around you, but your focus remains fixed on him.

This is not what you needed today, of all days. Sebastian Sallow, your colleague, in the same plane as you. What are the chances. He works as an Auror in the same department and the history between you is anything but ordinary. Initially, you clashed with him at every turn when you first started working for the Ministry. You noticed how prone he was to make rash decisions on the field, in stark contrast to your cautious approach, and you found yourselves butting heads more often than not.

Despite the friction, you both made an effort to set aside personal differences for the sake of the job. Over time, what began as professional conflict gradually turned into a hesitant friendship. He became the one to crack jokes and lighten the mood, his relentless humour serving as a welcome distraction from the more sombre aspects of your work. Even the office became aware of it, your colleagues often teasing you about the dynamic. It doesn’t help that Sebastian shamelessly flirts with you openly, even though you brush off every word he says.

But not everything was smooth sailing. One night, during an especially tense argument, you stormed out of the office, stung by something Sebastian had said. His stubbornness kicked in, and he didn’t let you leave without a word. He followed you all the way to the car park, where the confrontation escalated into a heated exchange. What you didn’t expect is to end up in the back seat of your car with you laying against the seats as Sebastian pleasured you between your legs and sang praises about you being a good girl for him.

Since that night, you decided it was a one-time thing — just friends who happened to have sex once. Even Sebastian agreed with you. Despite the mutual understanding, you've been meticulously avoiding him at work. You’ve started taking different routes through the office, slipping out of meetings early, and making excuses to stay out of his way. It feels like he’s everywhere, a constant reminder of what happened that night.

Even though you manage to remain civil, the tension is undeniable. The occasional lingering looks he gives you around the office only amplifies the energy. Still, you’re determined to keep things strictly professional, no matter how challenging it is to dodge the pull he has on you.

Now, here you are, seated mere inches from him on a flight, the weight of unresolved issues looming large as the plane slowly begins to move along the runway. The irony of this unexpected reunion gnaws at you, adding yet another layer of discomfort to an already turbulent day. The heavens were clearly against your luck today, but you were grateful for the passenger seated between you both.

“Hello,” he says, still gaping at you in disbelief.

“Hi,” you reply curtly, the awkwardness hanging heavily between you.

“Where’d you come from?”

“4C,” you raise your brows with a hint of exasperation. “I was playing the good Samaritan, reuniting a family. Serves me right,” you mutter, shaking your head at how you got yourself in this situation.

You turn to him, still puzzled about his presence. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m going to a conference. What about you?”

“I’m going to a conference,” you say, and then burst into absurd laughter as the sheer coincidence hits you. “The National Conference on…”

“Dark Magic Defence.” he finishes for you, a look of disbelief on his face.

You both stare at each other, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. The realisation that your boss has placed you both on the same assignment at this event seems almost too deliberate. You had a nagging suspicion that she did this on purpose, perhaps having observed how the friction between you was affecting work.

“You didn’t mention you were going.” you say, attempting to sound casual but unable to hide your surprise.

He gives you a deadpan look. “Well, neither did you,” he replies, his tone flat, clearly alluding to the fact that the two of you haven’t exactly been on speaking terms lately.

A silence hangs in the air until you finally break it with a raised eyebrow. “You sure you’re not following me?” you ask, half-joking, half-serious.

He lets out an incredulous laugh. “What? You’re the one who just moved into my row! If anything, I should be asking if you’re following me.” The corner of his lips quirks into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you retort, turning to face the front, determined to ignore him.

But you can feel his gaze lingering on you, practically burning into the side of your face. “It is a little suspicious, though,” he continues, his voice playful. “One minute there was some bearded guy sitting next to me, and the next thing I know, you’re here. Almost like magic.”

You shoot him a withering glare, ready to snap back, but the plane’s announcement interrupts you.

”Flight crew, please start readying the cabin.”

You bite back your retort, choosing instead to face forward and snuggle into your seat, trying to relax. But clearly, luck isn’t on your side today because his voice breaks your peace once again.

“Well, this might not be the worst thing in the world.”

“What’s not?” you ask, your patience wearing thin.

“Three whole days… far from home… no one around to bother us…” His voice drops slightly, just enough to make the innuendo unmistakable.

You can sense where this is going. “I told you, we’re done. No more messing around,” you say firmly.

“Not even a little messing around?” His tone is half-teasing, half-hopeful, as if he’s testing the waters.

“We agreed,” You give him a pointed look.

Just as he’s about to push the issue further, the girl in the middle seat pulls off her headphones and glances between the two of you. “You guys wanna switch seats so you’re sitting next to each other, or…?”

“No,”

”Yes,”

You both simultaneously answer. You lock eyes again, the tension now so thick you could cut it with a knife, as the announcement chimes. “Cabin crew, please be seated for take off.”

You give him one last glance before turning away, settling into your seat, gripping the armrests to calm your nerves as the plane’s speed quickens. As the plane takes off, you make a silent vow to avoid any more conversation for the rest of the flight.

If only it was that easy.

Sebastian, however, has other plans. Despite your best efforts to shut him out, he keeps yapping away, oblivious to your obvious attempt at ignoring him. He’s going on and on about the situation between the two of you.

"Look, I know things got complicated, but you can't just—"

You tighten your grip on the armrest, desperately trying to maintain your composure. Maybe if you focus on the hum of the plane in the background and pretend you’re somewhere far, far away, you can drown out his voice. You keep your eyes squeezed shut, your face turned slightly away from him, hoping he’ll take the hint. But he’s persistent, his voice lowering to a whisper that you wish you could unhear.

”You know what they say. Sometimes the universe gives you signs and this could be one of the signs.” he continues, as if you’re not sitting there pretending to be asleep. You can almost feel his eyes boring into you, searching for any sign that you’re awake and listening.

He leans forward, squinting at your face, as if trying to read your very thoughts. “I know you’re not asleep,” he hisses softly.

The girl in the middle seat, momentarily distracted from her music, pipes up, mistaking his words for hers. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Oh, sorry. No, Millie. You’re fine. I wasn’t talking to you,” Sebastian responds, his voice dripping with awkward charm.

You keep your eyes tightly shut, resisting the urge to roll them in annoyance. Finally, you break your silence, your voice muffled but clear. “I’d be asleep if you’d leave me alone.”

Millie, clearly intrigued, glances between the two of you. “Why isn’t she talking to you?”

Sebastian looks at you, a pensive expression crossing his face. “Well, we got together. In her car.”

Millie’s interest piques, and she hums an enthusiastic “yes” as she listens, her curiosity evident. You open your eyes in bewilderment and glance at him in disbelief. You cannot believe Sebastian is spilling personal details about your night together to a complete stranger.

”And then we decided that it was a one time thing and stayed as colleagues, even though there’s clearly still sexual tension here and…”

”And nothing,” You interrupt him, shaking your head at the audacity of him. “For very good reasons.”

Sebastian, undeterred, presses on. “She thinks our relationship might impact our work.”

You interject firmly. “No, there is no ‘our’ relationship, because there is no ‘us’.”

A faint frown flashes across his face, gone in an instant, but not before you catch it. The sting of your words is evident, and a pang of guilt tugs at you, making you wonder if you’ve been too harsh.

Millie, now thoroughly entertained by this unexpected drama, looks between the two of you with wide eyes. You can almost see the popcorn in her imagination as she takes in the spectacle.

You groan inwardly, trying to maintain your composure. “This isn’t a debate, Sebastian. We’re simply not going to discuss this in front of a complete stranger.”

Sebastian smirks, clearly enjoying the confrontation. “Oh, come on. It’s not like we’re hiding anything. Millie here has already heard half of it.”

Millie nods enthusiastically, as if she’s about to offer an unsolicited opinion on your personal lives. “Well, it’s certainly an interesting story.”

Thankfully, the seatbelt sign dings off, and the cabin lights dim slightly as the flight attendants begin their rounds. You take this as your cue. Slipping your seatbelt off, you announce to Sebastian, “I’m going to stretch my legs.” You offer him a curt nod and stand up.

You make your way to the back of the plane, navigating the narrow aisle. As you approach the cramped restroom, you mentally brace yourself for a moment of solitude, hoping to clear your head and avoid further confrontation with Sebastian.

Just as you reach the restroom and begin to open the door, you hear a sudden shuffle behind you. Before you can step inside and lock the door, someone pushes in right behind you, pressing you further into the tiny space. You let out a surprised “Whelp!” as you turn around briskly at the intruder, only to be met with the unmistakable face of Sebastian.

He steps in quickly, reaching for the handle and shutting the door with a definitive click. The small restroom instantly feels even more claustrophobic with the two of you squeezed inside. You try and lean away from him, looking up at his face in puzzlement.

“What—what are you doing here?!” you stammer in shock.

Sebastian, looking unperturbed, simply shrugs. “Well, you said to come in here.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “No I didn’t!”

“Yeah you did. You did that thing, with your eyes.”

“My eyes?” You’re completely lost.

“Yeah, you know, that look.” He mimics you with exaggerated movements, pretending to be seductive as he eyes you up and down. “And then you came in here, so I figured you wanted me to join you.”

You honestly can’t believe what you’re hearing. “I didn’t do anything with my eyes!”

He gives you a knowing look and leans his arm against the bathroom wall, his muscles tensing under his jumper. The cuffs are rolled up to his forearm, showcasing the prominent veins visible across his arm. You gulp, trying to ignore the sudden heat rising in your cheeks.

“Well, it looked like—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Sebastian, there’s no room in here.” You dramatically gesture around the tiny space. He follows your gaze and seems to realise just how cramped it is. He shakes his head and lands his gaze back on you.

“Well, I still need to talk to you,” he insists.

“That’s literally all you’ve been doing!” you retort, vexed. You lean your head forward in defeat, eyes on the floor. “Talking!”

“Without someone sitting between us and you closing your eyes,” he adds with an exhale. You meet his gaze, your frustration bubbling inside you. You roll your shoulders back, preparing for the next round of whatever is going to spew out of his mouth.

“Well, make it quick. I have to pee.”

“Alright, so you’ve made it clear you don’t want us to be together or continue this.”

“Yes, I’ve been very clear,” you confirm, crossing your arms.

“Well, I need to be clear too. You and I…” He pauses, struggling to find the right words. “This thing between us, it’s something. And I can’t just keep pretending it doesn’t exist.”

”Well you have to.”

”I can’t.”

”Not my problem.” You shrug your shoulders at him.

”Can you?”

”What?”

”Ignore it.”

”Yes!” You groan and nod.

”Well I don’t believe you.” He smirks, a hint of playful challenge in his eyes.

“Well, believe whatever you need to believe to get out of here,” you snap.

At that moment, the plane hits a turbulent patch, jolting you both. You lurch forward and slam right into Sebastian’s firm chest. He instinctively wraps his arms around you, turning you both so you’re now pressed against the bathroom door. You look up at him, eyes wide with surprise and something else you can’t quite place.

“Why?” he begins, his voice low and intense.

You don’t respond to his question, so he continues, “Why do we have to ignore this? Back at home, fine, but there’s no one here to see us!”

You remain silent, trying to find your words. Your mind races, conflicted between desire and reason. Your heart pounds in your chest as the proximity between you both becomes almost unbearable. Finally, you say, “That doesn’t matter.” You’re trying to convince yourself as much as him, though the words feel hollow even as they leave your lips.

“Why not?”

You groan, tilting your head back against the door. “You know why.”

For once, he falls silent, his gaze locked on yours, as if he's trying to decide what his next step is. His eyes search yours intently, vulnerability flickering in them.

“Okay,” he finally states, his tone softening. “Then I’ll go.”

The tension between you is so tangible. You stay rooted in place, arms crossed, your eyes locked on his.

“But you might want to move so I can actually get out the door,” he adds, pointing to the closed door behind you.

You exhale slowly, your inner thoughts struggling. You want to move, to give him space and end this cramped, intense encounter. But a deeper part of you resists, drawn to the heat of his presence, the undeniable pull of the closeness.

“I know,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. You lick your lips unconsicously, and his gaze instantly fixates on them. His focus makes your pulse quicken, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you become acutely aware of every breath and movement.

“So what aren’t you moving?” Your voices are low, almost hesitant, as if treading carefully around the charged atmosphere between you.

The plane jolts again, and now Sebastian is just inches away from you, his eyes hooded with lust. The closeness, the charged energy between you, is undeniable. Your heart pounds so loudly you can hear it in your ears. The way he’s eyeing your every movement sends a shiver down your spine. You keep your gaze locked with his as you finally make a decision.

“Whatever happens, this never happened. Okay?” You manage to say, your voice trembling slightly as you give him a pointed look.

He simply nods, a slow smile spreading across his face as his captivating eyes remain fixed on yours.

You lean in, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. Your lips meet his in a soft, tentative kiss. The contact is electric, sparking a heat that sweeps through you both. For a brief, suspended moment, the rest of the world ceases to exist as you give into him completely.

The initial softness melts away as the kiss deepens, igniting a passionate intensity that feels like fire engulfing you both. You drape your arms around him, pulling him closer, your bodies pressed tightly together. His hands grip your waist, drawing you flush against him, the heat of his touch magnifying the urgency of the moment.

His lips move with a fervour that matches the rapid thrum of your heart, as if he’s trying to capture every unspoken emotion between you. As your kiss, memories of the first time you shared together in the back of your car come flooding back. The familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the leather seats, and you can almost feel the cool night air from the slightly open gap of the window. Your fingers tremble as they did then, ghosting over his jawline, retracing the path they took so many months ago. He pulls you closer, one hand tangled in your hair, the other pressed firmly against the small of your back.

You respond with equal fervour, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The small space feels even tighter now, the only sounds being the muffled hum of the plane and your shared, ragged breaths.

“Sebastian… I need you.” You say in between kisses, trying to catch you breath. He lets out a deep sigh in response to your words, then suddenly spins you around and lifts you up onto the small vanity counter. The cool surface of the vanity contrasts with the heat of his touch, sending shivers down your spine. You arch into him, desperate for more contact. He doesn’t detach for your lips, your tongues tangling together as his fingers swiftly unbutton your blouse.

Once he gets it off, Sebastian smoothes his palms over the surface of your skin, leaning forward to press kisses along the column of your neck. “God, you look so hot when you’re mad at me.” He groans, moving down to suck on the skin just above your breast. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

You moan at the feeling of his lips on your skin. His hands roam your body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and contour.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you gasp, even as you arch into his touch.

"Do you want me to stop?" Sebastian murmurs against your collarbone, his breath hot on your skin.

Without thinking, you shake your head, unable to form words as his hands deftly unhook your bra. "No, don't stop," you manage to whisper. He captures your lips again in a searing kiss as his hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You moan into his mouth, your core instinctively grinding against him as you wrap your legs tightly around him.

He groans and peppers kisses down your breastbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Once he gets to your breasts, he sucks on your peaked nipple, eliciting a moan from your lips. Sebastian's free hand slides down to your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. He grows impatient, pushing your skirt higher. He glides his hand up and down your soft thighs, teasing you with feather-light touches. You shiver with anticipation as his fingers creep ever higher. Sebastian's mouth moves to your other breast, lavishing it with attention. You arch your back, pressing closer to him. His hand finally reaches its destination, stroking you through the thin fabric of your underwear. You gasp at the contact, heat pooling low in your belly.

"Tell me you want this," His lips part from your nipple, and his eyes meet yours with dilated pupils. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he waits for your reply.

You lean your head back and look at him. There’s a part of you that knows if this continues further, the chance of keeping things professional will be impossible. You should definitely push him away, and tell him that this will affect your boundaries at work. But the way one hand is slowly stroking the wetness seeping on your panties and the other is idly playing with your nipple, you lose all reasonable thought.

"I want this," you breathe out, your voice husky with desire. "I want you, Sebastian.”

His eyes darken at your words and he crashes his lips to yours once more. His hands push your skirt higher until it bunches around your waist. You gasp as his fingers brush against the hem of your panties.

"Already so wet for me," he groans, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he strokes you, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure. "I've missed touching you like this."

You whimper, clinging to his shoulders as he works you closer to the edge. The small space is filled with the sounds of your ragged breathing and muffled moans.

"Sebastian, please," you beg, desperate for more.

He obliges, sliding two fingers inside you as his thumb continues to tease your clit. You throw your head back onto the mirror, a wanton moan spilling out as his fingers pump in and out, building a delicious pressure. You try to keep quiet but the pleasure is too much.

“Try to stay quiet, baby. You don’t want someone to walk in, do you?” He teases against your ear, and you moan at his dirty words. He chuckles and reaches behind his pocket to grab his wand, pointing it at the door and muttering an incantation under his breath. He quickly puts his wand back, and focuses back on you.

“Now you can be as loud as you want.” He smirks and curls his fingers inside you as he reaches a spot that makes you close your eyes in pleasure. You're so close, teetering on the edge of release. You start to rock your hips against his hand as he groans at you tightening around his digits.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against your neck. "Let go for me."

His words push you over the edge. Your body tenses as waves of ecstasy wash over you, Sebastian's fingers guiding you through your release. As you come down from your high, he pulls your fingers out of your core and brings them up in between you both.

Without a second though, he brings them to his lips and tastes your release. “Hmm, tastes so fucking sweet, just like I remember,” he teases. He hums lowly as his eyes locks with yours, licking his slender digits clean.

You stay fixed on the obscene image in front of you, mouth parted slightly as you feel a gush of wetness coming out. You grab the collar of his jumper and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss.

"I need you," you breathe against his lips. "Now."

Sebastian doesn't need to be told twice. He yanks you off the vanity and turns you around, bending you against the counter. You let out a mewl at the new position, pushing your hips outwards desperately.

He pushes your skirt upwards and yanks your panties down impatiently. You hear him fumble with his belt behind you, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to bring his throbbing cock out. He positions himself at your dripping core, barely pushing the tip in. You cry out impatiently.

”I can’t believe you pushed me away for so long, when we could have been doing this.” He mutters, watching his tip glide between your wet folds.

”Please,” you begged hoarsely, “please,”

Sebastian leans forward to nip at your shoulder, chills travelling across your back. “Please what, baby?” He mocks as he pushes an inch further into you.

You moan at the feeling of being stretched, juices dripping between your legs. “Please fuck me already, Sebastian!” you gasp in fustration.

He pushes his full length into you without warning. You cry out in pain at the sudden fullness. Sebastian grabs your hips and starts to piston into you relentlessly, his thrusts deep and measured. You grip the edge of the vanity, your knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure wash over you.

"God, you feel amazing," he groans, his pace quickening. "So tight and wet for me." You feel a sharp slap as his hand connects with your cheek, followed by the warmth of his palm as he gently soothes the area.

You moan his name in response, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. The small bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your loud cries of pleasure.

“Yes, moan my name baby, let everyone on this plane hear how good I’m making you feel,” he growls, watching how he’s fucking you in the mirror, you chin against your chest as your breasts bounce with every thrust.

The way he’s rolling his hips into you makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. As one of your hands snakes its way to your clit, he grabs it, pinning it behind you on your lower back. “Only I am allowed to make you come. Don’t touch yourself.” Your legs shudder in response as he whispers into your ear. You can only gasp as he pushes into you faster and faster.

“Three whole days…,” He chuckles and presses into the small of your back, forcing you to arch for him even more. “Three whole days of us in a hotel room, with you screaming my name and cumming on my cock like a good girl.”

“Oh god, Sebastian.” You moan loudly, the though of you and Sebastian spending more passionate nights together makes your cheeks heat up. You don’t doubt his words. He is a man that keeps his promises. You found that out about him the hard way.

Sebastian's grip on your hips tightens as he pounds into you relentlessly. "Yes, say my name, just like that," he growls, his voice husky with desire.

You brace yourself against the counter, your legs shaking as the pressure builds inside you, nearly tipping over the edge. He can feel you clench around him, desperately trying to milk his orgasm.

Sebastian fists a hand into your hair and yanks you back, forcing you to look at your reflection. You hardly recognise yourself, eyes rolled back in pleasure as drool trails down the corner of your mouth. He catches your gaze in the mirror as he keeps fucking you without slowing down one bit.

“Watch me fuck you.” He snarls, his thrusts going faster than ever. His face is next to yours, his muscular chest flushed against your back. He never breaks eye contact with you, kissing the skin behind your ear as he pounds into you again and again.

You can feel your orgasm building rapidly, the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in your core. "I'm close Sebastian," you gasp, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface of the vanity.

Sebastian's free hand snakes around to rub tight circles on your clit, and you gasp at the added stimulation. You cry out and reach back to grab his exposed forearm, digging your nails into the skin in pleasure.

"Come for me, baby," Sebastian commands, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Let me feel you come on my cock."

His words push you over the edge and you cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your inner walls clench around him, as your orgasm rockets throughout your entire body. Hot white clouds your vision as you delve into the euphoric feeling. Your nails dig into his arm so deeply, you’re sure you drew blood.

Sebastian stills behind you as he releases inside of you, grabbing your hips further into him as he comes. He fills you up completely as he thrusts shallowly to ride out his high. He deeply calls out your name, as if he’s claiming you as his.

You both try to catch your breath, still leaning against the cold vanity for a few seconds before you regain your senses. You try to stand up, but your legs feel unsteady, nearly giving way beneath you. Thankfully, Sebastian notices and keeps his arm snaked around you.

He pulls out slowly and steps away to grab a few paper towels to clean the mess between your legs. You blush at the intimate gesture as he leans down to soak up the cum dripping down your thighs.

“Thank you.” you whisper and push yourself up from the counter to grab your blouse. You both redress in a comfortable silence.

As Sebastian buckles his belt back on, you catch him staring at you, a teasing smile on his face as he watches you put your blouse back on.

“What?” You search his eyes, confusion written on your face.

“I just realised that we’re both now part of the mile high club.” He throws his head back in laughter. “I feel like we should high five or something.”

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. The laughter subsides after a while, leaving you both gazing at each other. A small smile rests on his lips as he takes in your features.

Your hair is slightly disheveled, likely from him pulling on it. Your lipstick is completely gone, and your makeup is slightly smudged. There's an aura around you, almost a soft glow that Sebastian can't seem to look away from.

“God you’re so pretty.” he breathes out, arms crossed together as he leans against the bathroom wall.

Your eyes widen at the abrupt compliment as you drift your eyes away from him in embarrassment. You think you look like a complete mess, yet he’s staring at you like you’re the most beautiful sight on Earth.

The tight space of the restroom seems to shrink around you, the reality of your situation settling in. You search his eyes, a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability evident in your own.

”Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Sebastian automatically reads your face, and moves closer to stand in front of you, his hand moving up to rest on your cheek. His thumb gently grazes the soft skin, watching you with concern.

"I... I don’t know about this," you murmur, struggling to articulate the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind. "We work together, Sebastian. This could make everything even more complicated."

His shakes his head, expression serious but reassuring. He reaches out to gently grab your face with his hands. “I get it. It’s complicated. But I do know that whatever this is between us, it’s real. We can figure out how to handle it, together.”

You nod slowly, feeling a mixture of relief and acceptance wash over you. “Okay. I guess...I guess we can try.”

A small, relieved smile tugs at the corners of Sebastian’s lips. “We’ll take it one step at a time. We’ve got this.”

As you both share a quiet, understanding smile, you feel a sense of calm settling over you. “Yeah, one step at a time.”

After a few kisses, you and Sebastian exit the cramped bathroom, carefully stepping out one at a time to avoid drawing attention. You walk back to your seats, each of you subtly smoothing out your clothes and trying to look as casual as possible.

As you approach your respective seats, Millie, who has just woken up from her sleep, takes off her headphones and glances between you both.

“You guys left for a while. Did you clear the air?” She asks with a raised eyebrow.

You and Sebastian lock eyes, a blush mirroring both of your faces as you mumble under your breath. “Yeah, something like that.”

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Project G.H.O.S.T. Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: Bucky finds out he isn't the only Super Soldier left... that Hydra had created something worse. Based loosely on some phases of the mcu.

Warnings: This story contains a lot of dark subjects, gore, betrayal, and drama. So, readers be warned! Every chapter will have brief warnings, so be sure to read those if you're sensitive to certain subjects. Read at your own risk!

Author's Note: You have started a dark path, my friend, and you may hate me by the end of it but you're too far in to give up now >:)

Unknown

Cargo

Holding Cell

Interrogation

Experiments

Pancakes

Shopping Trip

Poetry

Perfect Soldier

Amends

Game Night

Warning

Memory

Wild Card

Mission

Killer

Demands

Pulling Teeth

Sweater Weather

Breakfast

Dress Up

Carnival

Dinner Date

Trigger

Consequences

Nightmare

Ballroom

Massacre

Monster

Fights

Changes

Lightsabers

Trap

Innocent

Unsaid Goodbyes

Torture

Loop

Present

Status: Active

Lead

Copycat

Escape

Revenge

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runraerun · 19 days ago

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AO3 • Harringrove & HellCheer • Rating: T • Beta: @dame-zoom-a-lot • Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Homophobic language, Implied Child Abuse, Neil Hargrove.• Tags: The Fruity Four but it’s Steve, Billy, Chrissy and Eddie. Fuck gender norms. Chrissy and Billy blonde bombshell solidarity, Billy Hargrove Centric, Platonic Steddie, Platonic CaliCheer, but Eddie is so bisexual in this it’s crazy. Lots of fluff but lots of angst. Feminization. SFW.

*Written for @harringrovekinktober 2024!🎃 I spun: Feminization at Steve’s house!✨ (even though this turned into Flufftober. I’m so sorry.)

Summary:

“Do my eyes?” Billy mutters around his cigarette, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“With make-up.” Chrissy clarifies easily.

And with that, Billy nearly sucks back the cigarette dangling between his lips. He coughs, and coughs, and then coughs some more. Has to fucking lean forward to catch his breath, feeling a lot like he did when he first tried that stolen cigarette from his dad at the tender age of twelve. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away the stray tears that had eked their way out during his fit. “No. Absolutely not. No fucking way.”

Eddie perks up, “Ooh. The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks.”

“What the fuck’d you just call me?” Billy croaks, his voice still a little ragged from his coughing.

Or, Chrissy convinces Billy to let her put makeup on him. 💋

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really pretty eyes, Billy?” Chrissy asks from across the fire pit. She’s tucked up under Eddie’s arm, their fingers threaded together over her shoulder.

Billy snorts, “not recently, no.”

He and Steve aren’t nearly as tangled up as the pair across from them are, even though technically they’ve been together longer than Chrissy and Eddie have—which automatically makes them the superior couple, obviously. But… he and Steve don’t really do the whole PDA thing, even when they’re in ‘safe’ company. A lifetime of having to hide will do that. It’s a tough habit to break.

But he and Steve are sitting side by side, their knees pressed against the other’s, and Billy’s got an arm slung behind Steve, resting along the back of the wicker loveseat they’re squashed onto. Steve’s even got a hand high up on Billy’s thigh, fingers clamping down every so often. Under the security of their shared blanket, of course. And that’s enough for Billy. More than he ever thought he’d get to have, if he’s being honest.

Eddie shoots Steve with a look of disbelief, like he’d caught him red handed at something truly reprehensible. “For shame, Stevie. For shame! You’re a bad boyfriend!”

“What? I—well, listen, I think Billy’s eyes great! I just—” Steve flounders before he turns to look at Billy, red in the cheeks. “I’m sure I’ve said something about your eyes before. Haven’t I?”

“Maybe. I don’t remember.” Billy shrugs, a little embarrassed. In truth, Billy remembers every compliment that Steve’s ever paid him. His chest, his ass, his arms—but never his eyes. Not that it’s a sore point for him or anything, it was just one of the things Steve hasn’t remarked on.

“Shit, does that make me a bad boyfriend?” Steve lets his head fall back against the meat of Billy’s arm and groans. “I’m sorry. Your eyes are great. Really! They work great too. Remember that time you spotted a quarter across the parking lot? Incredible.”

Billy feels his ears heat up. With a roll of his eyes, he growls at Steve, “don’t hurt yourself, Harrington.”

“I’m being serious!” Steve laughs, voice going high with guilt, and it gets everyone else chuckling too.

“Well, I think they’re a really beautiful shade of blue. And your lashes are so dark. Do you tint them?” Chrissy asks, eye’s focused solely on him.

Billy ducks his head, sort of hating this sort of scrutiny. He’s fine with being the center of attention if he’s playing basketball or balancing on top of a keg, but sitting here like this? It’s… weird. Too intimate. Billy clears his throat, “look, I’m flattered, Chrissy, really, but your boy is literally right fucking next to you.”

“It’s okay, she’s right; you do have really pretty eyes.” Munson winks as he takes another drag from his joint.

“Jesus…” Billy shakes his head and follows suit, though he’s just smoking a cigarette. Such is the fate of being the designated-sober-guy for the night.

“So you don’t tint your lashes?” Chrissy asks again.

“I don’t even fucking know what that means.” He mutters around his cigarette.

But Chrissy seems immune to the very clear ‘fuck off’ signals he’s putting out. She continues, “Well, do you dye your hair?”

“No.” He answers quickly, a reflex.

“Billy.” Steve says in a drawn out type of way and a tilt of his head. He levels Billy with a look. The little shit…

“I don’t!” Billy huffs, defensive as he readjusts himself in his seat.

But Munson smells blood in the water, clearly. “Ooh. Tell us what you know, Stevie boy.”

Only then does Steve have the decency to look apologetic, wincing, “I really shouldn’t.”

“Yeah because there’s nothing to tell.” Billy widens his eyes with each passing word in an attempt at conveying his unspoken threat. Steve’s getting dangerously close to being on the receiving end of a purple-nurple.

Eddie begins to chant, “Tell us! Tell us! Tell u—” before Chrissy reached a hand over and pinches his lips shut.

“Shush.” She tuts.

“Go on, ba–Billy. Who cares?” Steve raises his shoulders, trying to appear innocent. He pulls his knee back only to knock it back against Billy’s, urging him on.

Billy growls out a frustrated sigh. But at this point it was inevitable. And it was true–who the fuck cares? It’s just the four of them. And they have a symbiotic, assured mutual destruction sort of relationship going on between them. Steve trusted them enough to tell them about Billy, so Billy supposes he can tell them about something as stupid as his hair care secrets. “Fine! Jesus... I put a little bit of lemon juice in my hair when it’s sunny. It bleaches it a bit over time. Happy, you pack of vultures?”

“Ecstatic.” Eddie mumbles out from behind Chrissy’s hold on his lips.

“Sorry.” Steve mutters, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. He’s smiling and on the verge of another fit of giggles for Christ's sake.

“Well it looks great. It makes your eyes pop.” Chrissy leans forward, hands on her knees, as if to get a better look at him in the firelight. Billy feels like a damn bug under a magnifying glass.

“And popping eyes are… good?” Billy cocks a brow. Doesn’t sound good. Sounds weird—like something you’d say about Munson, not him.

“Totally!” She says in that high, sweet voice of hers. Then she gasps, like she’s just remembered something important, “you should let me do your eyes!”

His brows pinch as he takes another pull from his cigarette. “Do my eyes?” Billy exhales a thick cloud of white smoke, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Do them up, like with make-up.” She clarifies easily.

Eddie perks up, “Ooh. The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks.”

“What the hell’d you just call me?” Billy croaks, his voice still a little ragged from his coughing.

Chrissy continues, ignoring her boyfriend, “You’d look great! I do Eddie’s make up all the time! I’m going to beauty school, y’know. It’s good practice for me.”

In a way Billy isn’t surprised. Eddie is a freak, after all, and the more time he spends with Chrissy the more he’s starting to realize she’s more or less the same.

“Thanks, but hell no. I’m not… like that.” Billy shakes his head, hoping someone would just change the goddamn conversation already.

“It’s just make-up, dude. It’s not a big deal.” Eddie says casually as he stretches his legs out in front of him, a boot propped up on the edge of the firepit. Apparently not caring if the bottom of it melts.

“You really let her paint your face up, Munson?” Billy asks, still trying to wrap his head around what he’s hearing. Because guys didn’t… do that. Queer or not, you didn’t—unless you were… and Billy wasn’t like that! The wires in his head are crossed, he knows that much, but they’re not totally fried, unless Munson’s apparently were.

“Like the London whore!” Eddie bellows out in a truly terrible British accent. “It’s all very Rocky Horror Picture Show when she’s done with me.”

“Jesus Christ… here I thought me and Steve were the queers.” Billy chuckles dryly.

“Hey!” Steve protests, though Billy’s not sure what about. They are queers. Card carrying, cock-sucking pillow-biters, the pair of ‘em. As fucking insane as that still sounds to admit to himself openly…

“It’s fun!” Chrissy exclaims, voice high, defensive.

“Harmless fun!” Eddie reiterates, voice similarly high.

But there’s no fucking way–

“I don’t like shit getting in my eyes.” Billy grunts out stubbornly.

“Now, that is true. He had to use eye-drops for a few days after he scratched his cornea,” Steve tries to tell his story, but he’s already giggling so damn much that he’s barely fucking intelligible. “I had to sit on his chest and hold his eye open while I put the drops in every single time. I felt like I was wrestling a crocodile.”

“Or maybe he just liked you sitting on him.” Eddie eyebrows jump up and down suggestively which only gets Steve laughing harder, nodding along like he was in on the joke. Christ these two are unbearable when they get together…

“Your lips then.” Chrissy cuts the two knuckleheads off, speaking directly to Billy.

Chrissy’s sweet, but there’s no fucking way Billy’s letting her do that to him. Just the idea of it is… well, not only is it totally bonkers, but it wouldn’t even look good. He’s not… feminine. No part of Billy Hargrove could ever even pass a dainty or whatever. He’s bulky, all hard edges and calluses and scars. He knows he’s hot, sure, but Billy’s not beautiful, even if Steve occasionally whispers it when they’re fucking. But Billy’s not stupid. He knows it’s just something you say. It’s not real. Steve doesn’t actually mean it. “I don’t…”

“You should do it.” Steve says, all smiles. His pupils are blown, eyes gone a little glassy with the high. “Why not?”

Billy narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. “You just want me to look stupid.”

Steve frowns, mouth hanging open in his apparent bewilderment, “Wha-? Why the hell would I want that?”

With a jerky, defensive shrug, Billy answers, “because you get weird when you’re high.”

“Sure, maybe—but I don’t get mean. That’s your thing.” Steve pokes a finger to Billy’s chest.

“I’m just gonna go get my makeup bag!” Chrissy chirps, already up on her feet.

“No–Chrissy, I’m not…” Billy tries to call her back, but she ignores him, disappearing into the bright Harrington house behind them.

“Don’t bother trying to stop her, Hargrove. She’s tiny but she always seems to get her way. It’s like her super power.” Eddie passes on his advice, but Billy just rolls his eyes and grumbles something about not rolling over like a bitch.

When Chrissy comes back, it’s with a fucking suitcase, not a bag. She heaves it up onto one of the glass side tables that creaks and groans under the weight. The boys all watch in fascination as she snaps open the clasp and it unfolds its sides, then unfolds again. It was like a fucking magic trick; the case just keeps getting bigger and bigger.

“There.” She says, hands on her hips, seemingly satisfied. “Okay, Steve, move your tush.”

“Chrissy, I’m not–wait, what are you doing?” Billy’s attention goes from Chrissy to his retreating boyfriend, who’s sliding out from under their shared blanket to stand.

“Moving my tush,” answers Steve, “duh.”

“I was thinking of red at first, but now that I’m looking at you up close, it would overwhelm you. Especially since you won’t let me do your eyes,” Chrissy explains as she plops down where Steve had been, sitting on top of their blanket, effectively sealing Billy in, “so maybe pink.” She holds up several tubes of lipstick to his mouth, humming as she goes.

The corners of his mouth pull down as his brows come together, “Pink?”

Eddie shifts to stand, slapping his thighs as he rises. “Okay, I’m stealing your man, Hargrove.” He threads an arm through Steve’s, “Stevie and I are gonna go see which one of us can hold our breath the longest under the water.”

“For the record, I’m just going to make sure he doesn’t drown.” Steve clarifies as Eddie pulls him towards the pool.

“Come find us when you’re done!” Eddie says in a sing-song voice.

Chrissy just waves a hand over her shoulder in response, more a motion to ‘go away’ as opposed to a farewell wave.

“Those two idiots are going to get themselves killed.” Billy murmurs, stone still as Chrissy holds up yet another tube of lipstick, checking the little color sticker stuck on the bottom.

She giggles, “nah, not when we have Hawkins finest lifeguard here to keep us safe.”

Billy scoffs, gets ready to argue about distractions and inebriated states when pop! Chrissy uncaps a tube of lipstick and the words die in his throat.

“Okay, hold still.” She says, and everything in Billy runs cold. He feels like his heart stops beating in his chest. His lungs solidify. He shuts his eyes so he doesn’t see it coming.

But the expected waxy touch doesn’t reach his lips.

“Billy?” Chrissy asks, in her distinct high, soft voice. It’s strangely soothing. Sort of reminds him of–... Well, another pretty blonde lady who helped him put lipstick on. But that feels like a lifetime ago, back before Billy knew to be ashamed of this sort of thing. Back when he was just playing dress up while the house was empty besides just the two of them. “Billy, if you really don’t want to, I won’t make you. You know that, right?”

And there it is; his out.

The thing he wanted and would have taken a few seconds ago, without hesitation. But… if he’s being honest, he sort of hates that she’s gone ahead and offered it up to him like this. Because now Billy has to make the active choice in this whole humiliating ordeal. How much easier would it have been if she would have just forced him? If it remained out of his hands?

But Chrissy isn’t like that. She isn’t actually pushy. No, she’s… Helpful. Like she could see something in Billy, maybe. The same thing his mom saw. Something Neil had spotted at some point too. Maybe that’s why his dad hates him so much.

Chrissy doesn’t hate him though. Even though he was an asshole in high school, and pretty much everyone hated or was afraid of him back then. But now that they’re out of high school, and Billy’s out out, at least to the handful of people here tonight, he’s surrounded by people that don’t hate him, even though they have every right to. It’s still sort of surreal.

And now Chrissy’s sitting here in front of him on her folded legs, with seemingly endless patience—like she’s got all the time in the world for Billy to work through his impossibly complicated shit. Like how actual friends treat each other, maybe. Billy doesn’t really know. The only real friend he’s ever had turned into his boyfriend, so his frame of reference for this sort of shit is probably fucked up beyond recognition.

But maybe they are friends. And you could trust friends, in theory. He could trust Chrissy, in theory.

“No, it’s okay.” Billy swallows, feels his adam's apple bob in his throat, “I don’t care.” He lies as he flicks what little remained of his cigarette into the crackling fire pit beside them.

She beams, looking like pure sunshine even in this dim, flickering firelight. And fuck, she really is too good for Munson; way out of his fucking league. Just like how Steve is way out of Billy’s. But hey, some people just had shitty taste in men, what’re you gonna do?

“Okay. Well, then pull your lips tight over your teeth–oh, not that tight. Just enough that they’re not–yeah, that’s perfect.” Chrissy instructs him gently, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t make him feel the sharp, hot feeling of shame at any point. Then Billy feels the distantly familiar smooth feeling of lipstick over his mouth. He’s already itching for another smoke, but that may just be his nerves acting out.

“Oh yeah, pink is definitely your color. Eddie looks completely washed out in this shade, but you have those nice warm undertones.” She says, pulling the lipstick along his bottom lip now, taking her time around the edges. It feels like she’s going over his lip line, but he doesn’t comment. Doesn’t risk moving his mouth and throwing Chrissy off. She seems to be completely in her zone. “Dollface looks perfect on you.”

“Doll face?” He frowns. Coming out of his mouth it almost sounds like a slur.

“The shade. It’s called Dollface.” She explains as she pulls back a little, and Billy tries very hard not to immediately wipe all of her hard work off on the sleeve of his shirt. “Can I put blush on you too? I have the perfect shade that would match it.”

“I don’t–... I don’t want to look like a clown or anything.” He mutters, hyper conscious of how different his lips feel when he speaks now.

“It’ll be subtle, I promise. Like mine.” She motions towards her own face and Billy has to squint to see what the fuck she’s talking about. But there is a slight peachy tone to the apples of her cheeks, now that he’s looking for it. “I wouldn’t want to cover any of your freckles up, after all. They’re so cute.”

Jesus… He’s never had this many compliments paid to him so fucking quickly, and all on things that no one ever fucking mentioned. Sure, he gets lots of remarks on his ass and his chest, but those were things he worked tirelessly on, spent hours doing squats and pumping iron. But his eyelashes? His freckles? The blue of his eyes? Those weren’t things he earned. They were just… him. Base model, nothing special, piece of shit with anger issues, Billy Hargrove.

But he nods nonetheless. “Okay.”

“Okay.” She repeats with a smile. She leans back towards her magic make-up bag and fishes out a plastic compact that opens up like a clamshell, along with a big fluffy brush. She swishes it around the pigment for a second before tapping off the excess in a colorful cloud. Billy watches her with an enraptured sort of fascination. She grabs a napkin, and a few other sticks of something before she settles back around in front of him again.

“The trick is to suck in your cheeks, like a little fishy.” She says before she demonstrates it.

And even though it feels stupid and embarrassing, he does the ‘little fishy face’ right along with her.

She hums her approval as she swipes the soft bristles against his cheeks. They catch a little on his stubble. He hopes it doesn’t wreck her brush.

“Perfect,” she coos, soft as a dove. Chrissy snaps the clamshell of pink blush shut and puts it aside before she picks up some of her dark pencils. “Now, I know you said you didn’t want anything in your eyes, but I thought maybe we could try just a water line? You don’t need to, but I promise it won’t go anywhere near your actual eyeball, just your lower lash line. It would really pull the whole look together.”

Billy frowns. Hasn’t he given enough?

Sensing his hesitation, Chrissy continues to plead her case, “it might just tickle, a teeny tiny bit. And if you don’t like it, I’ll stop right away. Deal?”

He hesitates, running his tongue along his teeth as he mulls it over. “It won’t touch my eye at all?”

“Nope. I’ll hug the outside of your lid, I promise. You just gotta stay super still for me, okay? And it washes right off. One lap around the pool and it’ll probably be all gone once you get out.”

Oh, right. Billy had forgotten about how he was going to get this gunk off. He had work tomorrow, and he couldn’t exactly show up at the pool looking like… well. Whatever he looked like now. Billy wasn’t exactly sure. It made his insides squirm.

“Fine. As long as it’s quick.” Billy huffs, readjusting his legs so that they didn’t fall asleep on him.

“Quick as a bunny!” She uncaps the pencil and leans forward.

Her hands are back on his face–only this time she’s pulling down at the skin where his eye bags usually form if he doesn't get enough sleep. Billy expects it to hurt, or maybe to burn a little, but she’s right; it just tickles. He flinches when the cool tip of the pencil initially hits the sensitive skin of his lower lid, but Chrissy remains as patient as a saint, and just waits for him to stop blinking before she tries again. And this time Billy knows what to expect, so Chrissy’s able to do a full swipe, left to right, focusing a little on the outer edge, before she moves onto the next eye and does the same.

“Now,” She murmurs as she retrieves the napkin, “kiss this.”

He screws his face up, “what?”

“To get the excess off. And it makes the lipstick last longer.” She waves the bit of tissue in his face. “Trust me, I’m almost an expert.”

Billy sincerely has his doubts, but he kisses the tissue, blotting his lipstick. It still feels like a lot is left on his mouth, but it doesn’t feel as… heavy. Sort of feels nice, actually. And when he pulls the napkin away it’s marked the perfect imprint of his pink kiss. If he didn’t just finish making it himself he wouldn’t have thought his lips were even capable…

“Do you want gloss?” Chrissy asks, pulling him from his fog.

“Won’t that ruin the—“ Billy points towards his mouth, “this layer?”

She shakes her head, sending her blonde ponytail into motion behind her, “No, it sort of just seals it. And bonus, it tastes like bubblegum.”

Steve likes bubblegum.

“Alright.” He says quickly, with a jerky sort of shrug. He’s already made it this far, he might as well see it through all the way. And it’s not like he’s going to do this again or anything… may as well go full hog.

So she pulls out a wand coated in the clear looking gel and does a final swipe over the top of his lips with it. It feels sort of sticky. And now that it’s sitting under his nose, he really can smell the bubblegum.

“Done!” Chrissy exclaims as she pulls her hands away. She holds them up and away from Billy, as if to reassure him that she’s finished with her torture. “Smile for me so I know I didn’t get anything on your teeth.”

And there’s no way he can give Chrissy anything remotely genuine at the moment, so Billy simply bares his teeth for her to inspect.

“No lipstick on your teeth. And I think I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.” Chrissy says, admiring her handiwork.

“Yeah?” Billy clears his throat, not knowing where to look. Eddie and Steve are still busy splashing and shoving each other in the pool, so at least he doesn’t need to worry about them. “I don’t look too stupid?”

She smacks his arm with the back of her hand, “You don’t look stupid at all, silly. You look great!” She then starts tidying up her makeup, putting everything back in its proper place. Billy watches her with the same fascination as he did while she was taking it out.

“Your mom teach you this shit?” Billy asks.

She frowns, just a little. “Some of it.”

He nods. His leg bounces. Resists the urge to rub at his eyes. The hard shells of Chrissy’s makeup containers clack together as she rearranges them.

“My mom used to—“ Billy mumbles, quiet enough that he very much doubts Chrissy had even heard him, but when he looks up, she’s stopped putting her things away, and her eyes are on him. Waiting for him to go on.

He clears his throat, doesn’t even know why he’s confessing this to her, but a strange compulsion seems to have taken over him. He feels the words right at the tip of his tongue before he can think to bury them back down, back to somewhere deep within himself. “My mom used to do this for me sometimes. When I was really little.”

It’s something that should be embarrassing. Something to laugh at, like the punchline of a joke. But Chrissy doesn’t laugh. She smiles gently. “Those sound like happy memories.”

Billy frowns—he’d never thought of them as happy, per se. More embarrassing than anything else. Something he can’t look in the eye. Billy ducks his head, feels his eyes sting. He should stop, he knows. Just shut the hell up. Because why the hell is he getting himself worked up over a dumb childhood memory in front of some chick he barely knows? It’s stupid.

And yet, the idea of not saying more seems even more unbearable than eating his words.

“I’d ask her to, when she was in the mirror getting ready or whatever.” Billy explains, daring to meet her eye before retreating to somewhere off in the distance. “This was before I knew it was, y’know… not something boys did. My dad made sure I knew it though, after he caught us. I didn’t ask after that.”

The truth of it is, maybe those memories could have been happy if they didn’t exist exclusively under the shadow of Neil. He can’t picture his mom’s smiling face without also picturing Neil’s disgusted one. Can’t remember how it felt having the make up on his face when the bruises lasted so much longer. He can’t hear the soft words his mom had whispered to him over the roar of the awful names Neil called him afterwards—the ones he never stopped calling him. It’s no wonder Billy’s so goddamn fucked in the head.

Then, there’s a hand slipping overtop of his, small and soft, squeezing against his rough, calloused ones. “I’m sorry.”

Billy feels a rush of emotions, but he’s not entirely sure which direction they’re flowing. Hot or cold.

Part of him wants to stand up and scream at Chrissy that he doesn’t need her fucking pity—that Billy Hargrove doesn’t want anyone feeling sorry for him, that sympathy is for the weak—and Billy isn’t weak.

Some shit Neil would do.

But in the moment, Billy can’t find the strength to do any of it. He just sits there and squeezes her hand back. So maybe he is weak after all.

“My parents were tough on me too,” Chrissy explains, keeping her voice low. “I sort of always felt like a disappointment to them.”

”You?” Billy scoffs, his voice frustratingly shakey, “you’re like, perfect.”

“Yeah, well, some parents are dummies. They get all upset when their kid turns out differently than how they expected.” Chrissy says with a tilt of her head. And Billy knows she isn’t just talking about her own mom and dad. “Dumb, right?”

Billy nods as he sniffs back any congestion that dared try and accumulate in his nose, along with the tears he doesn’t let fall. He blinks a few times, letting the air take them. “Yeah, real fuckin’ dumb.”

Chrissy smiles, and it’s like she’s beaming. Too fucking good for Munson, Billy thinks again as she stands, bringing him along with her by way of their clasped hands. “You ready to show the boys?”

A new wave of uncertainty hits Billy straight in the gut, but he keeps pace with her. ”You sure I don’t look stupid?”

“I’m positive. You should trust me, Billy. I’m like, really smart.” Chrissy insists, a playful giggle on the edge of her words.

Billy scoffs in response, but he doesn’t bother arguing. She is smart. Smarter than the rest of them combined, most likely.

When they approach the pool, Steve and Eddie are so preoccupied with staying underwater they don’t even notice Chrissy and him. Which suits Billy just fine; he doesn’t want to draw any more attention to his painted face than it was already inevitably going to get. They just slip into the shallow end and wait for the other two to come up for air. Or drown.

It’s Eddie that breaks the surface first in a flurry of splashing and gasping breaths. He’d probably catch his breath faster if he stopped cursing for a second, but Eddie’s got one of those mouths that never fucking stops.

Steve is the second to rise out of the water. While Eddie looks like a drowned fucking rat, Steve looks like he’s materialized out of a copy of Sports Illustrated as usual. His hair’s slicked back, but he gives it a good shake and briefly runs his fingers through the strands, somehow making it look just as good as always. God’s fucking favourite, that one.

Billy’s gotta look away because sometimes it’s even too much for him to take in.

“You cheated.” Eddie accuses Steve.

“Yeah, I cheated by not smoking a pack a day for the past four years like you have.” Steve snorts as he backstrokes to the shallow end, followed by Eddie’s doggy paddle.

“So he admits to cheating. I want that on record.” Eddie calls over to Chrissy and Billy, who’ve propped themselves up on the stone steps leading into the pool, patiently (or, impatiently if Billy’s being honest) waiting.

Steve flips around when his feet can touch, and immediately locks eyes on Billy. And then he just. Stares.

God, Billy really wishes he weren’t sober for this. That was sort of an oversight on his part. Hell, he hadn’t even grabbed a cigarette on his way over so he’s got nothing to do with his hands besides letting them hang by his side, his elbows propping him up behind him.

“Holy shit…” Steve mutters, coming towards him like he’s locked in some kind of weird tractor beam.

“Looking good, Hargrove.” Munson says as he crowds Chrissy, who doesn’t seem put off by the attention. In fact, she sort of lights up under it. So weird. “I almost couldn’t tell you two sexy blondes apart.” He winks.

Billy rolls his eyes, grimacing at the remark. He makes a mental note to give Munson a Charlie horse the next time he’s within arms reach. But when his eyes return to Steve’s, he’s… like, struck stupid or something.

“You kill off one too many of your brain cells under the water, pretty boy?” Billy quirks a brow, trying to give what he hopes is a sharp grin, even from behind his pink lips. “You and I both know you can’t afford to lose anym—“

Then Steve’s kissing him.

Actually kissing him.

In front of people.

…They’ve never done that before. Not ever. Not that they’d ever talked about it, but they didn’t need to. Because Steve and Billy didn’t do PDA. It just isn’t in the cards for them. And yet—

Steve seems to hear Billy’s internal struggle and pulls away, taking some of Billy’s bubblegum lip gloss with him, looking a little sheepish as he licks his lips. “Sorry. I couldn’t really control myself there for a second.”

“You’re hanging around with Eddie too much.” Chrissy laughs, and is rewarded by a playful bite to the cheek from Munson, as if to prove her point of his impulsivity.

“You just look so… good.” Steve admits, and Billy’s stomach doesn’t do an entire flip inside of him. It doesn’t. He’s fine. “You look beau—”

“Don’t.” Billy cuts in. He’s already exposed enough, he doesn’t need Steve to wax poetically about his fucking beauty in front of an audience. Even if it is just Chrissy and Eddie.

“But you do!” Steve insists, smiling, going all syrupy on him. Must still be feeling the effect of that joint from earlier.

”I swear to god, Harrington, I will drown you.” Billy gets his hands on Steve’s biceps and keeps him at bay. Steve pouts and whines.

Yep, definitely still high.

“Good luck, he can stay under for like four whole minutes.” Eddie mutters, still sulking about his defeat. Steve throws him a long suffering roll of his eyes.

“C’mon, let’s see if you can win back your dignity with a game of chicken.” Chrissy all but shoves Eddie off. He’s like a fucking leech. Though Steve isn’t too far off at the moment.

“You know I’ll never say no to having your legs wrapped around my head, sweetheart.” Eddie swoons and even Steve has the decency to balk at the audacity.

“Alright, you take shoulders.” Billy sighs as he pushes off the hard steps. He’s a way sturdier bottom than Steve could ever hope to be.

When Steve doesn’t answer, Billy claps his hands on either side of the column of Steve’s neck, hoping the hit’ll knock a little sense into Steve’s oxygen deprived brain. “Hey, you with me, amigo?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Steve finally sputters out, still unable to break eye contact, “Always, baby.”

Billy ignores the way it makes every inch of him feel warm, and fucking. Cherished. God damn. Harrington really is going to be the death of him.

By the time their game of water chicken has wrapped, Billy’s been thoroughly soaked so there’s not much makeup left on his face, save for a slight pink residue on the lines of his lips. It’s for the best, he thinks. It didn’t look right on him anyway…

But when Chrissy’s hugging him goodbye, she not-so-subtly slips Dollface into his pocket and pulls away with a cheeky, knowing sort of grin. He almost cracks a smile before Eddie is glomming onto him, insisting he also is in dire need of a goodbye hug.

Billy shoves him off before he gets too comfortable, and Eddie folds with a manic, downright deranged laugh that somehow, against all odds, seems to be growing on Billy. Will wonders never fucking cease?

Later that night, before going to sleep next to Steve, he puts the tube of lipstick into the top drawer in Steve’s bathroom. Knows it’ll be safe there, like every other god forsaken thing Billy’s given him—including his busted up, worn down, hardened heart—Steve always keeps whatever Billy gives him safe.

#SO self indulgent #kinktober turned into Flufftober I’m so sorry #I am working on a follow up with smut I SWEAR #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #Eddie Munson #platonic calicheer #the unexpected friendship between Chrissy and Billy 💕💕💕💕#platonic Steddie #but Eddie is so painfully bisexual here #he wants to kiss everyone on the mouth so bad he’s vibrating #stranger things #Harringrove fic #Harringrove Kinktober 2024 #hk2024 #my writing #write Rae write #background hellcheer #I don’t even think this qualifies as background hellcheer because the ship is as featured as Harringrove tbh #so #hellcheer #Billy Hargrove centric #gay Billy Hargrove #Bisexual Eddie Munson #so much necromancy required for this fic to be possible #suspend your disbelief okay everyone lives and everyone’s queer #hgkinktober2024

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ilovebuckers5 · 9 months ago

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✧.*Not Friends pt 4*.✧

paige bueckers x reader

summary : y/n thinks she's moved on but she's just going further

word count : 2.8k

themes:

angst

friendship fluff (if that exists)

warnings :

slight sexual content

cursing

A/N : i finally wrote a chapter that isn't 2.2k words guys r u proud of me. i was half asleep when writing like half of this and i tried to spell check as much as possible so PLEASE (cough cough my friends) don't bully if my grammar is shit again

"can i continue now?" nika was just slowly opening her eyes from the 1 hour nap she took on my shoulder. of course she had fallen asleep while i was ranting about abby. "mm what?" nika rubbed her eyes gently as she lifted herself up to lean against the headboard. i stood up slowly to grab my phone that was across nikas slightly messy room. the first thing i see when i open my phone is paige's contact (that i hadn't texted in four days) actively spamming me. my first reflex was to block her and that i did. i quickly set me phone back down before going back to nikas bed and searching for my hair tie.

i finished ranting to nika while she was still on the verge of falling asleep again and after we went out to get food before she went to the gym. "so you said you got her number?" nika said as we walked to her car. i nodded eagerly.

me and nika have been friends for what seemed like years but was only almost one year. between that time we clicked everytime we hung out. the more we got to know about eachother the closer we got. we would hold hands when we went out, we shared all the food we got. i go with her most of the times that she works out. i always play with her when she practices basketball on the public court and she always passes me a volleyball so that i don't have to practice alone in my own time. we may have not known eachother for very long but she's like a sister to me.

during the car ride to the mall, she started ranting about this guys she bumped into while walking to class. "he asked me if i could hook him up with YOU" nika said exasperatedly while pointed her finger at my face but still facing the road. i bursted out laughing, tapping my head against the leather glove box. "i swear every guy i see asks me to put y'all together i don't understand!" throughout me and nika's car ride i felt my phone buzzing and buzzing repeatedly in my lap. at this point i wanted to throw it out the window. everytime it buzzed or rang nika would ask if i was going to get it and everytime i chose to ignore it. i mean it couldn't be anyone that serious. the mall was only 15 minutes away from nikas apartment so it want long until we were inside and window shopping at american eagle. our arms were locked with eachothers while we walked around the large building.

both our eyes lit up when we noticed a weztel pretzel up ahead. "oh my god can we?" i hopped up and down like a toddler asking for candy. nika nodded and grabbed my hand tighter before running ahead to the weztel preztels, dragging me along. we laughed as i tried to catch up with her speed. after our food was ordered, we sat down at a marble bench that was infront of some fake plants. before starting any more conversation i pulled out my phone and took a couple photos for my instagram story. i quickly chose a filter and posted then turned back to nika. "nika do you think paige really wants something with me?" nika looked up from her own phone to regather what i just asked her. "what?" my facial expression faded to an annoyed look knowing that i had to repeat that now embarassing question. "do you think. that paige wants something serious with me?" i said again. nika's eyes widened and continued to stare at me blankly. it looked like the brunette just heard that her mom got killed. "uh....yes." my stomach dropped to my feet. not literally but i felt it. right then and there something in the air switched and it felt like everything was paused and silenced. was i really that dumb that i missed it?

nikas attention shifted to the floor, clearly avoiding my obvious signs of shock. i've met paige but i don't actually know her. i want to know her but something tells me that she's not ready. from what i've heard, she only gets with girls to fuck and then goes ghost and personally i would like to save myself that pain. paige is a good person, that's the only thing her teammates say about her is that she's a good person and if she rights the right girl to be with, that girl is lucky. it's hard for me to think that that girl is me. until i heard it from paige's own mouth i wouldn't believe it. i couldn't pull my eyes away from nikas temple that was faced towards me. "nika. what do you mean?" i said with concern laced through my words. i waited until nika looked back up at me to give her a questioning look. "she talks about you. every time we text. god, it gets annoying sometimes." nika flailed her hands in the air before placing them on her face. "she really likes you y/n. like a lot." my brain couldn't even comprehend the words that were leaving nikas mouth. it all felt unreal as if i was in a dream. nikas hand hovered mine before placing itself down against my fingers. she gave me a shove as she stood up to grab our preztels. "give her a chance." i held out my hand as nika gave me my pretzel and started taking bites out of hers.

after hanging out for a little while longer i started hearing more and more information about paige. first of all, she actually meant it when she said she loves me. second of all, nika has been in on getting us together since i came to UConn. And third of all, the first thing paige wanted when she saw me was to get in my pants but apparently after hearing how much nika talks about me, she sees me as someone she seriously wants to be with. my heart skipped a beat when nika filled me in on that last part. since tomorrow was game day we decided to head home before it got too dark so that we had time to do homework. while we were in the car i couldn't stop myself from asking more about paige. i mean it's not like nika has anything to hide anymore. "ok on a daily basis, how much does she talk about me?" every question i asked was followed by an annoyed groan from nika.

once we got back to the girls' house everyone was already there and relaxed. when we walked through the door the first thing i saw was paiges sweater shirt lying on the back of a chair. the more my eyes wandered around the quicker i found paige's eyes locking with mine. she was sitting on the couch with her leg on top of azzi's and her face was glued to her phone until she looked up at me. a short rush fell down my back as her eyes flashed to my lips and back to her phone. please let that be the only time we look at eachother tonight. "me and ice stopped by the store before we came home and picked up some snacks. i put your guys' favorites in the pantry" aaliyah said with a gentle smile before walking to her room. as i went to turn around and get nikas attention i saw that she was already engaging in a conversation with caroline. i looked down at the floor and walked to aubrey's room, who i noticed wasnt in the kitchen or the living room. i gently knocked on her door. "come in!" i opened the door and shut it gently behind me. "heyyyy" aubrey turned around from her computer to look at me. i gave her a soft wave in response. without saying anything i threw myself on her bed, shoving my face in a pillow.

"why are you so upset?" aubrey said, now completely focused on me. i brought my face up from the pillow to reveal my reddened features. i sat myself up on the edge of aubrey's bed and started kicking my feet back and forth. "ok this may sound shitty of me but i can't decide between these two girls an-" i almost started rambling before aubrey gave me a menacing look and interrupted me. "paige and what was her name....abby right?" my entire face went into immediate shock. no way this had gotten around that quickly. i quite literally felt like i was in highschool at this very moment. getting multiple crushes at a time. drama getting around. my god was it annoying. my head fell into the palms of my hands and i rubbed my eyes trying not to cry. at this point my feet had stopped kicking and there i was again wanting to scream into that pillow. instead of exhausting myself i decided to get out as fast as possible.

i rushed through the room and back out to the living area. i gently pushed by a couple of the girls who tried to grab my attention. the only thing i was able to do once i got outside was just let everything out. tears streamed down my face making my cheeks redder than they already were. the sun had started to set by now and i figured some people might be going out tonight. before anymore of my breakdown could happen, i pulled out my phone and texted abby's number asking if she could pick me up. i knew that she would probably leave me on read or something but in the back of my mind i really really needed her to respond. the second my phone buzzed and it was abby's name with a blank contact asking for my address i couldn't help but squeal. i quickly sent her the address and rushed back inside to change into a black tank top and shorts with a loose jacket over it. i slipped on my socks and a pair of old black converse before brushing my hair through and throwing on mascara. finally after only spending five minutes getting ready, i grabbed my lipgloss and bag as i rushed back out the door. "i'm going out i'll be back!" i yell out to the girls without giving them a chance to respond. the moment i get outside i see a black chevrolet malibu parked on the street infront of me. my eyes peer through the window which was slightly tinted to see abby's auburn hair. i didn't waste anytime getting in her car. the front seat was empty so i assumed that i was able to get sit there. once i had actually gotten in abby immediately waved to me with that same smile on her lips like when we first saw eachother.

"why on earth did you text me to pick you up? someone break up with you or something?" abby said laughing while driving down the road. i didn't even know where we were going but i was just praying that it was a club. "uh just. having a moment you know. i needed a way out, kind of" abby kept a soft grin on her face the entire ride. i'm pretty sure she caught onto the fact that i wanted to get wasted so when she started pulling up to a parking lot in the middle of know where i felt pretty excited. abby parked her car and practically dragged me out and into an alleyway. the both of us were laughing the entire time we made our way to the entry of whatever this place was called. i had my ID in my hand ready to show to the bouncer. the second we stepped into the club there were lights flashing in my eyes and people bumping up against my back while dancing. abby had a strong grip on my hand and led me through the crowd to a booth where im guessing her friends were sitting at. "y/n this is arron, layla, kyrie, and obviously jess" i gave a small wave to everyone and a large smile to jessica. "i'll leave you guys here so you can get to know each other while i get drinks." before i got the chance to tell abby what drink i would want she rushed off to the bar, leaving me with three complete strangers and one half stranger.

abby got back pretty quickly and came with her hands full of drinks. she handed me what looked like a dirty sherley and for the first time, i didn't think of paige. i took a couple sips of my drink as i laid back into the leather of the seat. my eyes wandered around the room and then up to the ceilings. i watched as the lights changed colors against the plain wallpaper. i immediately fell out of whatever i was thinking of when i felt a hand rubbing on my thigh. i looked over to see arron smirking at himself without looking at me. the second his hand tried moving higher up my shorts i gripped onto his hand and tossed it off of me. i cleared my throat before standing up and looking towards abby. "hey abby? dance with me?" i held my hand out for her to hold onto. she took my hand and stood up leaving her drink behind. "drinks on me!" abby yelled out as we made our way to the main dance floor.

i began to sway my hips to the music which happened to be the intro to swim by chase atlantic. my fingers were interlocked with abby's while we both began dancing. the more i began to move my hips the closer i felt abbys hands lurk to my ass. i found a rhythm to dance to and started to grind against abbys waist. her hands were wrapping around my torso getting dangerously close to my tits. the music started to speed up, forcing me to speed up my own pace. this was the moment where i only wanted to kiss someone. abby's began grinding her hips against mine at the same rhythm and before i took things further, i went over to the counter to grab a quick round of shots. no words were exchanged but i saw in abby's eyes that she wanted to go further. i handed her own shot to her and we took ours at the same time. the redhead handed her empty glass to me and i set both of ours on the counter before reaching out for her hips. we were facing eachother now when her hands began to move up my sides, reaching around my boobs. the music only led us down a deeper road. soon enough i found my hand around the back of her neck tugging her into my lips. she maneuvered her tongue in between my lips and started to twist and turn my own tongue around hers. our bodies were pressed together as we proceeded to make out in the middle of probably the biggest crowd i've seen since the last UConn basketball game.

i never imagined this happening when i first met abby but joe that it was happening i couldn't seem to stop. slow moans escaped my mouth that abby began to swallow. finally after dancing for another 20 minutes, abby held me close and whispered in my ear "can you come back to my place tonight?" i nodded without hesitation and wrapped my hands around her hips as we made our way off the dance floor. we passed the booth to say goodbye to everyone then abby payed for the drinks. as soon as we were in her car it was hard to not get in the back seat and continue what we started in the building. abby's hand was resting on my thigh the entire drive to her apartment. the moment we got through the front door i found myself pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around her waist, lips melting together. she slowly moved her hands down to my shorts to unbutton them. i unwrapped my legs enough to kick my shorts off along with my panties. her hands roamed around my stomach before she took my thighs into her hands again to carry me into her bedroom. she shut the door behind her before placing me down on the bed. she sat me down on the edge of the bed and began to spread my thighs apart, placing kisses on my inner thigh. "abby please...." i pleaded as she kept on teasing at my entrance. just as she was about to touch my cunt with her lips she stopped and looked up. that's when i realized that in these past 10 minutes i hadn't looked at abby the entire time since we left the club.

"who?"

#paige bueckers #basketball #lesbian #girlblogger #nika muhl #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #wbb #wcbb #wlw post #wlw #smut #friendship #not friends

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yiling-laozu-is-loml · 21 hours ago

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Smut brings people together, helps us forge friendships and this has been the case for ages. Ancient China variant of smut brought Huaisang and Wei Wuxian together and made them thick as thieves after all!

Does that make Huaisang MDZS world's AO3??

#mdzs #wei wuxian #nie huaisang #ao3 breeds friendships #modern ao3 and ancient ao3 both #or maybe its just smut

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the-really-lonely-mountain · 7 months ago

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To Erebor - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too detailed, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), this chapter is domestic as hell, sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it

Word Count: 4,977

A/N: Hey y'all!! It's been a crazy couple of months let me tell ya! good god! I've decided to finally post the next part of the story to tumblr despite it not having been beta read. I'll use you guys as my guinea pigs lol so if you see anything that doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, I'm begging you to please tell me. I can't wait to hear what you think about my pride and joy! <3

Image credit: @iamjaynaemarie

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

The company climbed down the tall rock into the forest below. Having rested on the long flight over, everyone was prepared for a day of walking. Nothing notable happened except innocent conversation to pass the time and the forging of grapes with Bilbo for a snack.

The sun dipped closer to the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees. Thorin found a small river to make camp nearby. Gloin made the fire then Bombur started cooking the food. While the stew was being made, Fili and Kili practiced their swordsmanship under the watchful eyes of Thorin and Dwalin to provide guidance. The dwarves had found a log and brought it over beside the fire. You knelt in the grass on the fire’s side parallel to the log. The others were leaning against it on the opposite side, smoking pipes and making jokes and commentary about the training. You pulled out your thread spools and measured out the first color. You realized you didn’t have scissors and asked the merry gathering in front of you if they did.

“Nah lass,” Dori said, “Our weapons aren’t sharp enough to cut thread, they’ll only fray it” He kicked Nori to quiet him when he started to protest the quality of his weapons, “You’ll want to ask Thorin to borrow his sword.”

You swallowed thickly and looked over at the man in question where he stood with his arms crossed next to Dwalin. He always intimated you but approaching him alone to ask a favor made anxiety spike straight through you.

They were several feet away, but the clanging of metal was still quite loud. The brothers had removed their shirts, as men often did, to escape the insulated heat it provided. Not that you were complaining, eye candy is always welcome in a world of forests and furs.

You timidly approached the taller man as he instructed the brothers. You waited till they started fighting again to say in a shy voice: “Um Thorin?”

He glanced at you to acknowledge your inquisition, “Yes, what is it?” He sounded impatient.

“May I please borrow your sword?” You pointed to the weapon strapped to his side, “I need it to cut some thread” You tried not to sound as scared and skittish as you felt. He looked at you blankly for a moment, surprised by your question.

Kili threw his brother back several feet, allowing him a few seconds to turn to you with a confident smile.

“Hey Y/N,” Kili said, making you and Thorin look at him. You couldn’t help but smile and sheepishly blush as you tried not to ogle his ripped upper body dripping in sweat.

“Hi Kili” you swayed back and forth a little without realizing it. Thorin took note of your fond reaction to his nephew.

Fili let out a mighty roar as he jumped on the back of his brother, taking advantage of his distraction. The dwarves on the log laughed and you giggled at them as they goaded each other on.

“I’ve got you now brother!” Fili triumphantly exclaimed.

“I think not!” Kili replied with a strong thrusting attack.

Thorin sighed, “Very well” He untied his sheathed sword from his belt and handed it to you. You thanked him and began walking back to your previous spot. He looked at the line of dwarves who were still chuckling lightly against the log, “Make sure she doesn’t kill herself” he said to them. They all nodded, including Balin who found this ironic remembering their conversation about leaving you in Rivendell. It would seem the dwarf king was taking a liking to you.

You kneeled, unsheathed the great Goblin Cleaver a few inches, and positioned the hilt between your knees, so it stayed standing on its spine. You measured 7 lengths of thread at about three feet and rubbed them against the fine elfin blade which cut them in one pass to make makeshift embroidery thread. You repeated that 5 times to end up with two groups of pink, two groups of blue, and one group of black thread. You did your best to keep them separated as you bunched them together to fold them in half and tie a loop at the end that you could hook onto a button of your coat. You sheathed the sword and returned it to Thorin knowing he wouldn’t like being without his weapon. You sat on the side of the log with everyone else and secured your coat in your lap so you could pull taught against the threads. You separated the threads and began knotting them over and across each other like how you learned to make friendship bracelets at summer camp. It gave your hands something to do as you sat idly watching the boys trash talk then turn serious and start fighting again.

“What are ya makin’ Y/N?” Ori asked as he watched you.

“I’m making a bracelet” You replied, pleased to see the others taking an interest in your crafting.

“Why’s that lass?” Bifur leaned over to see what you were doing exactly.

“So I can eventually make one for everyone else” You explained how it’s a tradition of sorts in your world to make bracelets for those you care about as a show of kinship and the enduring strength of your friendship and bond. “Since I can’t fight beside you all on the battlefield yet, I thought this could be another way I show my commitment to the company” You smiled at the group. You’d grown very fond of them during your travels and hoped they enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs.

“That’s a very sweet tradition, Y/N,” Balin said, “We look forward to receiving your gifts” The rest of the dwarves confirmed it with ‘Aye’s and a strong nod of the head.

“Supper!” Bombur called while stirring the pot. Everyone got in line except the training group who was going one last round. You all sat down in your previous spots along the log to see the finale of the night’s training.

You finished your dinner quickly so you could take advantage of the distracted troublemakers as well as the river on the other side of the hill. You grabbed your bag and told Gandalf you were going to the river to wash up. You knew he’d keep an eye on the dwarf who often followed you like a puppy and missed you when you weren’t by his side.

You see, Kili had to share most of his things with his brother; toys, motherly attention, food, and this included the women he was interested in. They usually fell for Fili because he was more mature, older, and looked more dwarfish than Kili who had very fine features for a dwarf and was five years younger than his brother. He initially assumed it would happen again with you, so when you didn’t show any interest in his brother, only in him, he couldn’t put into words how happy it made him.

At the river’s edge, you placed your bag and makeshift towel (your shirt from your old world) on a rock and took off your clothes. The water was chilly but nothing a sit by the fire couldn’t fix. You washed your hair and body with the elfish soap you got in Rivendell. As you rinsed in the steady current of the water your thoughts began to wander to what Gandalf said about your predicament.

You felt pulled to Kili, he brought comfort and calmness to a feeling you didn’t even know was in need. His smile and his laugh, every memory and moment you made and shared with the handsome prince of Erebor begged you to stay in Middle Earth.

It was decided then.

When you stood to squeeze the water from your hair you noticed the sun was beginning to set. The others would want to bathe too, or at the very least wash their hands. You dried off and dressed and took a deep breath to enjoy the welcomed privacy one last time.

You reappeared beside the wizard, “Thank you, Gandalf, that was very much needed” You sat next to him on the ground in front of the fire to warm up. “I may be traveling with brutes, but I needn’t smell like one” You joked. He chuckled over his pipe at this.

“I’ve decided to stay here Gandalf.” You informed him. “Something about this place is calling me to stay.” You needn’t tell him about the intense pull to Kili, right?

“Splendid my dear,” He smiled fondly at your decision. “I’m sure you’ll find Middle earth rather agreeable.”

You smiled up at him, happy to have his support.

The boys were still going at it. Kili was making a great effort, but Fili got the upper hand, making Kili’s sword fly out of his hand and sail through the air to stick in the ground. Kili kept fighting though, trying to get Fili’s sword from him. Fili had to force him to the ground with his arms pinned before Kili surrendered.

“Good job lads, good work,” Thorin said as he helped them up. Coins were exchanged against the log from the bets the company members made. The boys started walking towards their bags, but Kili swerved at the last moment to approach you. Your hair was still slightly damp from the river, so it was obvious you’d just bathed. Being the mischievous sweaty dirt-covered mess he was, Kili held his arms out to you for a hug. You watched him in horror as he continued to walk towards you.

“Ew, no Kili stop!” You held your hand up to stop him but to no avail.

“Awe Y/N, just one hug?” Kili pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

You quickly stood and laugh a little at his persistence, “Don’t you fucking dare!” you said and dashed away.

“Come on Y/N, no need to play hard to get!” Kili strained as he chased you around the log and back toward your bags.

“Aaahh!” You made a sharp turn to narrowly avoid a grimy Fili, who stepped in your path, the little shit. This closed the gap so Kili could grab your arm and pull you toward him.

“Nonononononono!” you pleaded as he wrapped his beefy arms around your shoulders, making sure to rub his sweaty dirty face against your hair and pet the side of your face with his equally dirty hand. “Kili!” you drew out the last syllable in complaint.

“You smell so good” He had the nerve to say.

“You smell like Ori’s unwashed socks!” You pushed at his chest still trying to get away. Everyone chuckled at this. “Get off me, ya big olaf” you managed to wriggle out of his grasp, “I’m not coming anywhere near you till you bathe,” you said dead serious, and pointed to the river.

“As you wish” Kili bowed with a smirk, he grabbed his bag on his way to the river to join his brother. You sat in your by the fire with a small smile that seemed permanent whenever you were around him.

You were working on your bracelet when the brothers returned. The sun had dipped below the horizon making darkness seep into the crevasses of the world. Kili sat behind you on the same long stone Gandalf was perched on and touched the ends of your miraculously dry hair (the elvish soap is magic idk). You stiffened at the unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome contact.

“Can I braid your hair Y/N?” he asked innocently as pink dusted his cheeks. You whipped around aggressively, pulling your hair out of his hand in the process.

“No cause you’re just going to get it all tangled and I’m going to have to spend all night brushing it out!” You weren’t looking forward to that, you thought he was just trying to prank you. Kili’s pout was as cute as ever.

“My dear,” Gandalf budded in before Kili could sulk away, “Braiding hair in dwarfish culture is similar to your tradition of making bracelets for friends, but they take it much more seriously.”

“How much more seriously?” You asked, intrigued about the nature of Kili proposition.

“It’s like…” The wizard took a draw from his pipe while he thought of the words to properly explain it to you, “asking someone to dance, it’s special and a more intimate way of getting to know someone.”

“So, like a date?” You tilted your head in question. You understood his analogy; braiding allows both people to show their level of craftsmanship and commitment, with the added benefit of practicality and looking very nice in the end when done with love and care.

“A bit” Gandalf smiled at your naiveite, “Just know our dear Kili is not trying to prank you when he asks to braid your hair, quite the opposite” He took another draw from his pipe and looked back at the fire.

“In that case, you may braid my hair Kee” You flipped your hair back over your shoulder. You couldn’t see the beaming smile that grew on his handsome face. You dug through your bag to find the hairbrush and other trinkets from Rivendell which you handed to Kili. He kept them in his lap while he brushed your hair. If he came across a knot, he was sure to be incredibly gentle. You enjoyed the physical contact and attention very much.

“Any requests?” He asked sounding confident in his abilities.

“Whatever you think would look best” You couldn’t help but smile a little.

He used your brush to part your hair down the middle. He started braiding at your nape closest to the part. After that you didn’t pay very much attention to what he was doing, instead just relished the experience.

He finished one side and secured it with a bead from your stash, “How’s that feel, too tight?”, he asked and adjusted pieces here and there to make it lay perfectly.

“It feels great!” You chirped happily. You reached a hand to feel what he’d done so far but he shooed it away.

“Not yet, you’ll ruin the surprise!” He started working on the other side.

By the time he was done, you were so relaxed you’d almost fallen asleep on his leg.

“Done!” he said, you could tell he was very pleased with his work, “How do you like it?” He sounded a bit nervous.

You ran your fingers over the braids, feeling how they turned and curved at certain points and went straight in others.

“Kili this is amazing!” You said, very happy with the state of your hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thank you!” You looked back at him with a smile that was as big as his.

“I’m afraid I can't properly reciprocate though, I don’t know how to braid hair like this, I can only do normal braids.” You regretted never having learned how to French braid now more than ever. “If that’s how this works” You quickly corrected in a slight panic.

He was elated you wanted to return his deed at all, “That’s fine!” He tried not to sound too excited and be cool about it, “I can teach you if you want” he offered.

“I’d appreciate that!” You smiled.

You switched places, so he was sitting between your legs facing the fire. The position was innocent, but his thoughts were anything but. Images of your face beautifully contorted in pleasure from his tongue exploring your most private and intimate parts were most welcomed.

“May I take this out?” you lightly touched the silver clip that held his hair out of his face.

“Sure” He happily shrugged. You dug through his brown hair where the clasp was supposed to be, but your trembling hands couldn’t find it in all his hair.

After he heard you huffing and puffing and hadn’t felt his hair fall from the clip he asked in a soft voice, “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you sighed, embarrassed you couldn’t even get a damn clip undone. He reached back, and struggled for a few seconds but undid the clasp, and handed it to you.

While you brushed his hair you thought of what you should do to it, or more what you could do with his hair given your limited abilities. You brushed through a few knots if any.

“I think I know what I want to try to do,” You touched the sides of his head just above his temple, “I want to do two small braids on the sides of your head, but I want the topmost part of your hair not to be braided.”

“Let’s try it!” He explained how you needed to part the hair and how to get started. You had his head lying against your thigh in an admittedly awkward and uncomfortable position, but he was quite the trooper. You had to restart the first braid three times but, in the end, he talked you through it and you tied it off with a bead.

“How did you learn to braid so well” you asked, struggling to grip all the pieces of the second braid properly and not pull the strands out of his head.

“My mother was insistent I learned. She knew my brother would have no trouble learning this facet of courting, but she feared I would spend all my time shooting arrows and never learn how to properly court girls.” He talked fondly of the memories, “So one summer when I was about to come of age, I came home from running amuck every day and she’d sit me down at her tapestry’s and make me braid the tassels that ran around the border.”

“Were you any good?” You asked curiously.

“Oh yes, I was very good! For a while, I was even better than Fili!” He was very proud of that.

“Why did he get better than you? Lean forward please,” you politely asked.

“He’s quite the lady’s man, so he had plenty of girls to practice on,” Kili sounded like that brought up memories that weren’t very pleasant. You finished the second braid with a bead like the first.

“Lay your head down for me again” You softly asked, gingerly guiding his head to lay against your other thigh, “Awe, baby Kili didn’t get any coochie did he” You fake pouted to tease him, gently scratching his scalp absentmindedly while you rested your neck for a moment. He liked it, more than he’d care to admit. “I’m in the same boat I’m afraid” You parted the other side of his hair.

“Oh? How so?” He was very surprised by this, “I’d have thought men were practically throwing themselves at you.” This made you laugh and blush.

“I’m awfully flattered you think that highly of me…” You took a moment to focus on a particularly difficult part, “But men from my world didn’t talk to me.”

“I find that completely unbelievable.” He was floored by this.

“I’m serious! I was never asked out on a date and the few times I asked for someone’s number they turned out to be self-centered losers with a ton of issues” You hated how much time you’d wasted on them. He couldn’t wrap his head around that and had to hold his tongue from proclaiming his thoughts of your perfection.

He turned to look at you despite your protests, “Then they are truly blind,” He couldn’t have been more sincere. His eyes blazed in the firelight with a mix of ferocity and sadness on your behalf.

“Thank you, Kee,” You smiled at him. He assumed his previous position so you could end the braid with a bead like the two before and then started on the last one, “And those silly girls are truly blind as well.” You wanted to kiss his slightly flushed cheek.

You were both in your own little world, where the troubles of the outside couldn’t get to you…or the onlookers and peanut gallery for that matter. Gandalf had moved to sit with the company who had been watching from across the fire on the other side of the log since Kili finished your first braid. They couldn’t quite hear your conversation, but they knew their beloved Kili was having the time of his life.

Fili was very proud of his brother. He talked about you all the time, was looking at you all the time; the man was whipped. Fili had to hear about you the entire time he was bathing, poor thing, and he finally got fed up with his brother not making a move.

“Kili, just ask to braid her hair for god’s sake” Fili huffed while he waited for his brother to finish in the river. Kili’s eyes lit up like a forge with the breath from bellows, and his face flushed like he did when he hammered out a new blade.

“I think I will,” Kili nodded, distracted by thoughts of engaging in such an informal and somewhat intimate act.

Thorin was very pleased you were trying to repay his nephew’s advances in equal measure. He’d seen the poor boy flounder with crushes in the past as he tended to be immature, and girls mistook that for uncaring and unable to provide. Something about you brought out the best in his nephew though, he’d never seen him act so mature, for this Thorin was willing to stay some of his distrust and pessimistic opinions about outsiders, at the very least about you.

By the time you finished the last braid, Kili had made himself very comfortable against your leg, with his arm wrapped around your calf, fidgeting with the laces of your boot. He looked so tranquil you hesitated to tell him you’d finished, not ready to leave the sanctuary you were in. You leaned back against your hand while you stared into the fire and gently scratched the nape of his neck.

He hummed half asleep, “Mmm that feels good,” His words were a little slurred, but it made him all the cuter.

You stayed like that till your bottom began to protest the hard rock beneath you. He was right on the cusp of sleep when you shook your leg beneath him, gentle with guilt.

“Kili, I gotta get up,” You softly tried to rouse him. He hummed in protest. “Besides, don’t you want to know how the braids turned out?” You admired your work with pride.

He sat up and stretched to wake his muscles then ran a hand over his new braids, “Wow Y/N! These are so good!” He looked back at you impressed, “You picked up on that fast!”

“Thanks, Kee!” You blushed as you ran a hand over the intricate lines in your hair, “They aren’t half as good as yours, but I think I did great for my first time” You smiled, pleased with yourself.

“Come show us!” someone from the log called, followed by various iterations of the same thing from others. Ever supportive, they were eager to see what you’d both made.

Kili stood and you followed him to the log. You turned so he could show off his creation. The dwarves were very impressed, a few coming up to inspect closer. When Kili turned to show your work, the company was even more impressed given it was your first time.

“Next time you’ll have to make beads for her, Kee” Fili teased making him and Bofur laugh at how Kili blushed.

“Make beads? What does that mean?” You asked the group in confusion.

“You’ll understand when the time comes,” Thorin said in an uncharacteristically happy tone. “For now, we shall rest” With that everyone began prepping their bedding for the night.

You laid your bed roll beside Kili’s like usual, but Bombur reminded you to clean the dishes before they were put away. Gandalf accompanied you so you could see with the light of his staff. Everyone was asleep when you returned to camp, except Thorin who was on watch.

When you sat on your bedroll, which was naturally next to Kili’s, he looked up at you, barely awake with a dopey smile.

“You look so pretty,” he said quietly, drawing out the last syllable of pretty. Red bloomed over your cheeks and down your neck. He loved your hair like that, he loved it even more that he was the one who did it.

“Go to sleep, Kee,” You whispered so you didn’t wake the others, but couldn’t help but smile as you lay on your bedroll next to him.

“But then I can’t look at you” He pouted, quite distraught about this revelation in his sleepy daze.

“Well, no, I suppose you can’t…” You nibbled your bottom lip as you thought of a solution, “Would holding hands appease you, sleepy prince?” you asked and held out the hand that wasn’t cuddling your coat to your chest. He was too out of it to catch your nickname for him. He nodded and held your hand in his, making both your hearts beat just a little faster.

You closed your eyes and rubbed your face against your coat to find a comfortable position. You could feel his eyes on you.

You opened your eyes to see him staring directly at you, “Good night, Kili” you said in a strong nonnegotiable tone.

He hummed and smiled and closed his eyes, “Good night, Y/N.”

~~~

Kili felt your hand grow tighter around his, drawing him from sleep. Then he felt you pulling against it like you were trying to alert him to danger in the camp without making a sound. He opened his eyes ready for war and saw no danger. He looked at you confused but realized you weren’t awake. You were whimpering and mumbling as your head thrashed from side to side.

‘She’s having a nightmare’ he quickly thought. He squeezed your hand and gently shook it.

“Y/N” He tried not to let his worry raise the volume of his voice, “Wake up.”

You didn’t respond, your mumbles turned into clear pleas for help, making him fret even more.

“Y/N!” He shook your shoulder vehemently, “You need to wake up” He had an urgency in his voice. You feebly fought against his hold on your shoulder.

“Please!” you gasped, still breaking from the nightmare when you opened your eyes, “No, please let go!” You begged and continued to push against his hand with tears in your eyes, not knowing who he was while sleep still clouded your vision and mind.

“Y/N, Y/N look at me” he moved his hand from your shoulder to the side of your neck and cheek to call your attention to him, “It was just a dream, you’re safe now.” When you met his eyes, he recognized just how rattled you were.

You were breathing rapidly, and tears were making your eyelashes sparkle in the firelight. He could feel your rapid heartbeat where his hand laid over your pulse point. He could tell you were beginning to wake up because you softly uttered his name and the hand that was fighting his on your neck gently wrapped around his wrist.

“You’re safe, I promise,” His eyebrows were pinched together in worry. You nodded and took a deep breath to try to keep the tears away. It’d been a very long time since you’d had a nightmare that bad.

Kili pulled your bedroll closer to his, “Come here,” He gave you a hug to comfort you, “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked when you pulled back from the hug too look at him. You laid your head on his upper arm and kept your cuddle coat close to your chest.

“I-I was in a forest at night and there were goblins and orcs and Wargs coming to attack me and-” You were talking quickly, the bad dream still too real, “and I was all alone and I couldn’t defend myself…” You trailed off, the waver in your voice making it hard to talk. “I was so scared, Kili,” You tried to curl into yourself.

“Hey hey hey, look at me” He held the side of your face again, “You’re safe,” he said. You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d never let anything happen to you, aye?” He promoted you to get you out of your head. You took another deep breath and nodded.

“I’m ok” you repeated “I’m ok.”

“Yes, there ya go!” He nodded, relieved you were coming around. His thumb swept over your cheek to wipe a tear. You took a few minutes to calm down. Kili was falling asleep, but he needed to know you were going to be ok.

“Thank you, Kee,” you said, your whispered voice no longer shaking with fear, he gave a hearty nod in reply before he yawned. His arm was going numb where your head was lying on it, but it was worth it when you rubbed your face against it to get comfortable as you did in that way, which he found utterly adorable. You appreciated the physical comfort you would have never had in your world.

“I’ll teach you how to fight tomorrow” he whispered over a yawn, his eyelids getting heavy again. He moved his hand from your neck to hang over your waist. He wanted to pull you into him, so you’d feel protected on all sides, not for any other selfish deeply personal reasons of course, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“I’d like that very much,” you smiled and watched as he fell back asleep, not snoring but breathing heavily in that way which you found so adorable. You felt safe with his hand on your waist and fell asleep not long after him with thoughts of training together dancing behind your eyes.

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Arabesque; sebastian sallow | pt3 (m)

pairing: sebastian sallow x ballet!reader(f)

genre: strangers (to friends) to lovers

warnings: all characters are 18+!, angst, lots and lots of longing tension, smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, kissing, begging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, very lovely dovey at the end:)

word count: 12k

chapter synopsis: A misunderstanding between you and Sebastian breaks out. After silence from your end, tensions reach a breaking point as you confront each other, emotions raw and unfiltered. Amidst the turmoil, you both grapple with trust and forgiveness, seeking to mend what has been fractured.

other notes: ahh the last chapter! this is the first time i've written proper smut. i hope you all enjoy reading :) feedback is always appreciated

links: ao3, masterlist

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The soft, ambient glow of the Room of Requirement bathed the space in a gentle light. You slowly blink your eyes open, adjusting to the morning rays of sun shining through the glass ceiling. You feel the comforting weight of an arm draped around you, soft light snores the only noise you can hear. Beside you on the couch, Sebastian is asleep, his hair tousled and eyes closed. The warmth of his body next to yours is a soothing presence, and the quiet hum of the room seems to wrap you in tranquillity.

Last night's memories washes over you, recalling the intense look on Sebastian's face as he brought you to ecstasy. Now, as you watch him sleep, that same face was softened and relaxed. The dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks stands out against his pale skin, adding a boyish charm. His eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and his lips were slightly parted. The contrast between the fierce, almost predatory aura he had exuded last night and his gentle, vulnerable state now struck you deeply, making your heart swell with affection.

You gently move his arm and try to sit up, but he tightens his hold, drawing you back in. He groans softly in your ear, stirring in his sleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes, gazing down at you with a sleepy warmth before closing them again with a smirk.

“Trying to escape?” he murmurs, his voice deep and husky as he pulls you closer. Your heart flutters at the intimate proximity.

“We have class soon, Sebastian. We’re going to be late if we don’t get up,” you whisper, though you couldn't help but savour the warmth of his embrace.

“Fuck class, you need rest.” he groans, nuzzling his face into your neck and tightening his hold. His breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at his reluctance to let the moment end.

“My ankle is fine, really. And I wouldn’t want you to miss class either!”

“Why not? I can stay here and take care of you instead, just like I did last night.” his voice is low and teasing, filled with a playful tenderness. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The memory of last night’s passion mingles with the present warmth, making you feel cherished in his hold.

His kiss is a blend of sleepiness, affection, and longing. His hands, strong and possessive, press against your back, drawing you closer as if he can't get enough of you. The heat between you grows in intensity as his touch sets your skin ablaze. His fingers trail down your body, lingering at your hips before squeezing them firmly. Your bodies seem to meld together, fuelled by an intense desire that ignites with every touch. As his slender fingers slip beneath your shirt, tracing delicate patterns onto your skin, a shiver runs down your spine. You can feel his hardness pressing against you, mirroring the raw need reflected in his touch. With each passing moment, the fire within you burns brighter, consumed by the passionate connection between you both. He let out a soft groan as he feels you press into him. His grip on your hip tightens slightly and his kisses become more needy, more desperate as his desire for you grows. You feel the urge to linger in the moment, his closeness and care tugging at your heartstrings. Yet, a part of you knows that cutting class was not what you both need, especially with Sebastian already racking up a fair share of detentions.

“As much as I’m—mhmm—enjoying this, we should really get to class.”

He pulls away from the kiss, and looks at you, a hint of disappointment in his expression. Tracing his fingers along your jawline, he lets out a dramatic huff and takes a moment to study your face. "I guess you're right. Professor Weasley might actually have my head this time." You laugh as he reluctantly releases you from his embrace. "But don't think for a second that this is over," he adds with a playful smirk, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

As you both sit up on the couch, he gently examines your ankle, making sure that it wasn’t sore or swollen. His touch is gentle yet thorough as he checks.

"How does it feel? Any pain or swelling?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

You smile warmly at his attentiveness. “Sebastian, I’m really okay,” you reassure him, appreciating his overprotectiveness. “It feels much better already, thanks to you.”

He studies your face for a moment, searching for any hint of discomfort. Satisfied, he nods slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Okay, if you're sure. Just... promise me that you’ll let me know if you need anything, alright?"

“I’ll take it easy, I promise,” you reply earnestly, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. He nods in response, his worry easing visibly. Extending a hand, he helps you to stand up.

As you finish dressing your own attire, you notice Sebastian’s tie was slightly askew. Stepping closer, you reach up to straighten it, your fingers deftly smoothing the fabric. His eyes follow your movements, watching you with a mixture of amusement and affection.

“You know,” you remark with a teasing grin, “we really should be more careful. Wouldn’t want Deek to walk in on us.”

“You’re right,” he agrees, a playful glint in his eyes. “We should be more careful. But it's hard to resist when you're so damn tempting.” he tugs you closer by the waist, his face burying in your neck, peppering you with playful kisses that made you giggle.

"Gods, I love hearing you laugh like that. It's my favourite sound in the world. Almost as good as you moaning my nam-,”

“Alrightttt, Mr. Casanova! Let’s go before we're late.” you chuckle, playfully tugging him towards the door.

As you leave the Room of Requirement, a wave of gratitude washes over you. Sebastian is guarding your secrets and offers you his unwavering support. The memories of your shared moments, particularly from yesterday, remains raw and vulnerable in your mind. His touch and words makes you feel cherished, desired, and completely alive — emotions you hadn't felt in quite some time.

The two of you stroll through the corridors side by side, engaged in conversation about the upcoming Charms class test and weekend plans. As you both walk, you notice more eyes on you than usual, lingering stares that made you increasingly uneasy.

“What’s going on?” he asks, his brow furrowing as concern replaces the usual sparkle in his eyes.

“Surely you’ve noticed people talking about us,” you reply softly, feeling the weight of the gossip as you glance around at the hushed conversations and curious glances directed your way.

He rolls his eyes dismissively. “I don’t pay attention to all that crap. What exactly are they saying?” As you approach a quieter section of the hallway, the usual bustling of students seem to quiet around you.

“That...we’ve been quite close...” you say, feeling the heat of embarrassment cover your cheeks.

"Close, huh?” Sebastian raises an eyebrow at your words, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I suppose that's one way to put it. Though, 'close' is really an understatement, don't you think?" He teases, leaning in closer with a cheeky grin.

If you weren’t red before, you were definitely red now. You glance around nervously to make sure no one was eavesdropping before playfully tiptoeing up to him. With a quick peck on Sebastian’s cheek, you grin mischievously.

“Bye Sebastian!” You quickly say as you dash off in the direction of your class.

His eyes widen in surprise at your boldness. He was tempted to grab your arm and pull you back, but you were already gone, disappearing down the corridor like a fleeting dream.

She’s so cute, he thinks to himself, a soft smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief, before turning and making his way to class, the warmth of your kiss lingering on his skin.

Entering the classroom, Sebastian notices the same unusual buzz of whispered conversations that had trailed him through the corridors. He choses to ignore it as he makes his way to his seat, where Ominis greets him with a knowing look.

“Ah, there you are. Where have you been? You weren't in your bed this morning,” Ominis remarks with a raised eyebrow.

Sebastian shrugs, pretending to be nonchalant. “Oh, you know, just had some things to take care of.”

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound shady at all. As long as you’re not getting yourself into more trouble than you’re already in. But anyways,” Ominis leans in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Have you heard the rumours? About her?” Ominis mentions your name. Sebastian raises an eyebrow. Ominis was never one to meddle in the gossip around Hogwarts, so this was out of the ordinary for him. “About me and her? Well, yes, I heard about it this morning, and yes we have been getting closer-,”

“No Sebastian. Not about that. Something about her secretly practising ballet? Apparently, her mother passed away and it has something to do with that. And that she’s muggle-born? Don’t know where these rumours have come from.”

Sebastian’s stomach drops. The whispers this morning weren't about the two of them — they were solely about you. His eyes scan the room, taking in the clusters of students whispering. Anger surges within him. How could this have gotten out? You have been so careful, and the only person you have told was Sebastian himself. His mind is racing, recalling the tender moments you have shared, the trust you have placed in him. The thought of your vulnerability being exposed like this fills him with a mix of rage and helplessness. He wants to find the source of the rumours and put an end to them immediately.

"Where did you hear this?" his voice was edged with frustration as he turns to face Ominis.

Ominis shrugs. "I overheard it from some students this morning. But everyone’s talking about it like it's common knowledge now."

Sebastian clenches his fists, his mind racing with thoughts of how this could have happened. His heart sinks, imagining that you might have already heard people talking and suspected him of being the source. He needs to find you and set things straight, to reassure you that he has not betrayed your trust.

"I need to go find her," he mutters, more to himself than to Ominis. His chair scraps loudly against the floor as he pushes it back and stands up abruptly, striding towards the door with a sense of urgency.

“But Sebastian, class is about to sta-,” Ominis begins, but his words fall on deaf ears. Sebastian is already out the door and walking towards the class you are in. As he approaches the grand hall, he spots Natsai pacing outside the classroom door, her expression wrought with concern. Upon seeing Sebastian hurrying towards the class with a distressed look on his face, she steps into his path.

"Sebastian, whatever you're planning to do, it's not a good idea," she pleads, placing her hand in front of him.

“I need to see her, get out of my way.”

“She’s not in class, she left a few minutes ago.”

“What? Where is she?” His voice is full of anxiety.

“I don’t know. She just stormed out, crying. I have just sent her an letter.”

Sebastian grabs his hair in frustration. She couldn’t have gone far, maybe she’s in the Room of Requirement, he thinks desperately. Panic surges through him, not knowing where you have gone or how you are feeling right now. He can’t understand how this could have gotten out. He has been so careful, guarding your secret with the utmost care. He would never tell a soul. The thought that you might believe he has betrayed you tore at his heart.

Determined to find you, he turns on his heel and sprints towards the Room of Requirement, hoping against hope that you would be there. As he runs through the corridors, his mind races with thoughts of how to reassure you, to prove that he has been keeping your trust. He couldn't bear the thought of you feeling alone and betrayed.

But once he reaches there, all he finds is a depressing blank wall staring back at him. He drops his shoulders in defeat, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him. Leaning against the cold wall, he rakes a hand through his hair, trying to think of where you might have gone.

He needs to talk to you as soon as possible. Finding a quiet corner, he pulls out a piece of parchment and a quill, and begins to write. He attaches it to the leg of his owl, whispering your name to the bird. As it takes off into the sky, he whispers to himself.

“I’ll make this right.”

”Confringo!”

The poacher is thrown backwards from your spell, crashing into a makeshift tent. The sounds of battle echoes around the camp as you move swiftly, dodging curses and returning fire with precision.

You need this. The adrenaline, the focus, the distraction from the whispers and stares back at Hogwarts. The betrayal you feel stings deeply, and throwing yourself into action is the only way you can numb the pain.

Ducking behind a crate, you take a moment to catch your breath. The exhaustion from the past few days weighed heavily on you. You needed to get away from the paranoia, fearing it would consume you entirely, just as it had after your mother died. And fighting Rookwood’s Gang is a really good distraction from it all. You peek around the corner, spotting another group of poachers closing in.

“Expelliarmus!” you cry out, disarming one of the poachers before he could cast a spell at you. Another poacher charges at you, and with a swift movement, you dodge his attack and hit him with a stunning spell.

Your thoughts drift back to Sebastian, the charming Slytherin you had trusted with your secret. The anger and hurt flares up again, fuelling your determination. Why would he do this? I thought I could trust him. You fight back tears as you conjure Protego , deflecting another curse aimed at you.

As the last poacher falls, you stand amidst the chaos, panting heavily. The camp is silent now, save for the crackling of a few lingering fires. You lower your wand, exhaling deeply, trying to steady your racing heart. This was supposed to be a distraction, but the pain still remains.

Pain. The pain you had gotten used to when practising ballet was different to the pain you are feeling now. This pain is draining. This pain is palpable, a crushing weight that threatens to suffocate you. This pain is a deep, hollow ache that echoes through your whole being, leaving you feeling hollow and wanting to disappear.

You glance around the camp, making sure there is no more threats. Satisfied, you slump down on a nearby log, finally allowing yourself a moment of rest. The physical battle is over, but the emotional one rages on inside you.

You trusted him.

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It’s been a week now. You have been trying to avoid walking around Hogwarts, and even persuaded Nurse Blainey that you have a bad case of the flu and got out of class for a week. Instead, you are either outside fighting duellists and poachers at night or dancing ballet. Right now, you have Verdi’s Dies Irae echoing through the room as you dance with relentless vigour, the pulsating rhythm ringing in your ears and driving your movements.

You have received many letters from Natsai and Poppy, both making sure that you are alright. You manage to send them one letter each, explaining that you need space, knowing they deserve to know. However, most of your letters came from Sebastian. You are pretty sure you have seen his owl more than your own this past week. Despite the stack of unopened letters, you can’t bring yourself to read any of them. You fear that the lies he may have conjured to justify his part in this drama, unwilling to confront the painful words they might contain.

The music comes to a stop as you finish on an Ecarté pose. You stand up straight and exhale deeply, the week-long exhaustion taking over your body. Your limbs ache from the exertion of your activities, cuts and bruises mark your skin from the fights. You definitely don’t look your best.

Your eyes drift to the stack of letters from Sebastian, arranged in a sad pile on the table. You reach out and hold one, running your finger along the edge of the envelope. At your angriest, you considered burning them all, desperate to erase him from your life and forget everything about him. But something held you back.

The room feels empty without his presence. Even Deek has inquired when ‘Mister Sebastian’ might return. Whenever he was here with you, his warmth filled the space, whether he was showing you the latest book he stole from the restricted section or him chasing your Puffeskin around with a grin on his face. He brought joy into your sunken life. And now the joy is gone.

Your gaze lands on the velvet couch, the same couch where you shared a passionate moment together. It feels like a lifetime ago since you felt the warmth of his body next to yours, his intoxicating scent lingering in the air, a blend of musk and cloves. The memory of his closeness, the way he whispered your name with such tenderness, now feels both achingly vivid and painfully distant. Each glance at the empty space makes you long for his touch, leaving you with a bittersweet ache in your heart.

You sink onto the couch, curling your knees up to your chest, unable to hold back the flood of tears any longer. The sobs come in waves, echoing through the empty room. In this moment, all you can do is surrender to the sadness that fills your shattered heart.

---

Sitting in potions class, Sebastian’s mind is a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. His arm on the table props up his head as he stares blankly into the air. It has been a week since he last saw or heard from you, though it feels like an eternity. He cannot shake off the emptiness inside him. He has tried everything - passing by the Room of Requirement, lingering outside your common room, even pestering Natsai for any news - but she tells him to give you space. All he wants is to make sure you are okay.

”Sebastian,” Ominis starts, his voice gentle but firm. “I know you’re not in the right headspace, but try to pay attention to class today. I’m worried about you,”

Sebastian's gaze fixes on the table across him, at your empty seat. His mind is far away from Potions class and every word spoken by Ominis seems to drift past him. His heart aches with a longing he couldn't shake, a deep yearning to see you, to know that you are safe and well. The silence from your end after the countless letters he has sent you pressed heavily on his chest.

The classroom buzzes with quiet chatter as students prepare for the lesson. The clinking of glass vials and the rustling of parchment filled the room, but to Sebastian, it’s all just background noise. Then, just as class is about to begin, the door creaks open.

The room falls silent as you walk in. All eyes turn towards you, but Sebastian's heart leaps at the sight of you. He couldn't believe his eyes. There you stand, but you look nothing like the person he remembered.

Your appearance is haunting. Dark circles painted shadows under your eyes, matching the fatigue etched deeply into his own face. Your usually lively complexion is now pale and drawn, making you appear almost fragile. Your gaze, once filled with warmth and determination, now holds a hollow emptiness. He can't bear to see you like this. This isn’t the girl he knows.

You pause at the entrance of the classroom, already aware of the stares directed your way. As you look around, your eyes meet Sebastian's, and for a moment, the room seems to fade away, leaving only the intensity of his gaze on you. His eyes reflect a mix of emotions, mirroring your own inner turmoil. But as quickly as the moment comes, your gaze falters and move to the floor.

”Ah, welcome back. Please find your seat,” Professor Sharp greets you.

You greet him back with a nod as you walk past and sit at your station. Your back is turned towards Sebastian, but your heart still aches intensely, the unresolved feelings gnawing at you. You couldn't bear to get through the lesson with his eyes on you, knowing that his gaze would only make it harder to concentrate.

Throughout the lesson, Sebastian found it impossible to concentrate. His eyes keep drifting back to your figure, noticing how you mechanically followed the instructions without your usual enthusiasm. He wants nothing more than to reach out to you, to comfort you in any way he can.

"Since you've been away, Professor Weasley and I have decided to help you catch up on last week's work," Professor Sharp announced, addressing you directly. "There are ingredients in the storage room in my office for you to create an Erudus potion. Retrieve them and complete the assignment.”

You thank him and rise from your seat, making your way towards his office, aware of Sebastian’s eyes burning the side of your head as you walk past him. Inside Professor Sharp's office, you spot the storage room on the right and open the door. It is dimly lit, shelves lined with an assortment of potions and ingredients. You try to remember which ones you need and start grabbing them.

As you are about to reach for the last ingredient on the top shelf, you hear the door creak open behind you. Instinctively, you spin around and come face to face with the one boy you were dreading to see. Sebastian stands in the doorway of the storage room, his eyes locked on you. His presence fills the small space, his expression a mix of uncertainty and determination.

"Hey," he begins to say softly, voice tinged with worry. "I... I've been so worried about you.”

Your throat tightens, and you struggle to find your voice against the jumble of emotions swirling inside you. You turn away, attempting to compose yourself as your heart races. His hand hovers for a moment, as if he is unsure whether to reach out to you or not before he withdraws it to his side with a sigh.

“Please say something.”

Anger, hurt, and a flicker of longing all surges within you. "Sebastian," you start, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need space.”

“I know. I know. I’ve just missed you. Are you okay? That’s a stupid question to ask, of course you’re not-”

"I'm fine, I just…you should leave.”

"I-I can't just leave," he pleads. "I haven't seen you all week. You haven’t been responding to my letters.”

He moves a step closer to you, body pressed against your back. "I can't bear the thought of losing you.” he continues, his voice cracking with emotion. You close your eyes as he speaks softly near your ear, his warmth stirring the memories of shared moments and affection you had before all of this chaos.

"I miss you so much, sweetheart," he whispers with longing. "I miss your touch, your smile, your voice." His hand traces down your arm with a feather-light touch, sending a shiver through you. The sensation is electric, a reminder of the closeness you once cherished. His fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake, making your heart ache for the intimacy you’ve been missing.

“Sebastian…” you trail off, torn between wanting to push him away and wanting to give in to his affection.

“Look at me,” he begs, the desperation palpable in each word. “Please. I need to see your face.”

His warm breath brushes against the nape of your neck, leaving you feeling like a pile of jelly. You wrestle internally with the desire to push him away and the longing to surrender to the comfort he offers.

“Just hear me out. I never tol—,”

“I need time Sebastian.” you interrupt, your voice trembling as you try to maintain your composure.

“But—” his hand tightens on your arm, his desperation seeping through his grip.

“Please. I need time to think.” you turn slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of the pain in his eyes, but not enough to fully face him.

He hesitates to let go of his touch on your arm, but reluctantly pulls back. The air between you is thick with tension, a silence hanging between you both. You feel him shift behind you, his presence still palpable and overpowering. His arm stretches pass you, grabbing the last ingredient you need from the top shelf.

"Here," he says softly, passing the ingredient to you.

You glance at the glass jar before taking it from him, your fingers accidentally brushing against his. The brief contact sends a jolt through you, reigniting the turmoil of feelings you have been trying to suppress.

He steps back, and the absence of his warmth hits you immediately. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he turns and quietly leaves the office. As the door closes behind him, you lean your head against the shelves, the weight of the past week crashing down on you once more. You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, and wonder how everything had spiralled so quickly out of control.

Hastily, you return to your station and add the ingredients to create a vial of the Erudus potion. You show it to Professor Sharp, who applauds your skills before dismissing the class. Hurriedly, you tidy up your work area and leave the classroom, avoiding all eye contact as you feel his eyes follow your every move.

The gnawing emptiness inside Sebastian grows bigger as he watches you walk out. It’s the kind of emptiness that only your presence can fill. He hates the distance, the silence, the pain in your eyes. Right now, all he can do was give you the space you asked for, even if it tore him apart inside.

---

The sun shines brightly as you sit on the soft grass in the vivarium. Your Puffskein lays comfortably in your lap, its fur soft and comforting under your fingers as you gently stroke it. The little beast snuggles closer, a content purr coming out. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the gentle rhythm of your pet’s purring soothe your troubled mind.

That day in the storage room, the image of Sebastian's piercing stare, the closeness of him haunts your mind. Going to class was going to be a struggle, you knew that, but you can't afford to neglect your studies for longer. Yet, the sight of him standing in front of you left you shaken to your core. You yearn to know what he had to say, but you weren't emotionally ready to hear it just yet.

You sigh softly, your fingers still gently petting the beast in your lap. "I wish things were simpler," you murmur to yourself. Your Puffskein responds with a comforting purr.

Interrupting your thoughts, a familiar voice breaks through. “Miss, Deek apologises for disturbing you, but Deek wishes to discuss something with you.”

You open your eyes and glance up, meeting Deek's concerned look. ”Yes of course. Is everything okay?”

Deek hesitates before speaking. "Deek fears that Deek may have made a grave mistake," he confesses.

Your heart skips a beat, sitting up straighter. "What's wrong?”

“Well, you see, at your suggestion, Deek has been redecorating the paintings in the atrium. Deek moved one into the hallway outside, and it seems that this particular painting has spoken to a passing student about your ballet.”

Your breath is caught in your throat at Deek's words. Realisation hits you like a ton of bricks. The secrecy you have tried so hard to maintain wasn’t spread by Sebastian, it was one of your annoying moving paintings? The whole week you had internally blamed Sebastian for this whole chaos, avoiding him and disregarding him. And now you find out that it was all because of a mere painting? Gods, you just want to slap yourself.

“Who did the painting tell?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising anxiety.

“Deek knows its a Gryffindor student, but did not see the student’s face clearly. Deek is truly sorry Miss, Deek should have told you sooner,” he replies hesitantly.

You nod, trying to process the revelation. "Thank you, Deek. Please keep a close watch on the paintings from now on.”

Deek nods earnestly. "Of course, Miss. Deek will ensure this doesn't happen again."

As Deek leaves, you lean back against the grass, your mind whirling with a mix of relief and regret. You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity settling over you, but the guilt lays heavy on your shoulders. You gently set your beast aside and stand from the grass.

As you make your way back inside the atrium, your gaze drifts towards the unopened letters arranged on the table.

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers hovering over the envelope at the top of the pile. The urge to finally confront the words battled against the lingering fear of what they might contain. Yet, you know you owed it to both yourself and Sebastian to hear his side of the story, to understand his feelings and intentions that have been so heavily clouded by your assumptions.

With a deep exhale, you pick up the first letter, carefully breaking the seal. Unfolding the parchment, your eyes scan the familiar handwriting, each word resonating with sincerity and longing.

Sebastian's letters are filled with heartfelt apologies, expressions of concern, and a desperate plea for forgiveness. Reading the words on the parchment, you feel a pang of guilt for shutting him out without giving him the chance to explain. Tears well up in your eyes as you realise the depth of his feelings, the hurt he had to endure during your week of silence. With each subsequent letter, Sebastian's voice grew stronger, his vulnerability laid bare on the page. He reiterates time and again that he was not the one responsible for spreading the gossip. You had just caused unnecessary pain.

Now sat on the cold floor with ripped envelopes around you, your fingers tremble slightly as you break the seal of the latest letter he has sent, and unfold the parchment.

My little ballerina,

These past few days without you have been agonising. Every moment feels like an eternity, filled with thoughts of you and the ache of not knowing where we stand.

I want you to know that I respect your need for space. I understand the turmoil you must be feeling, and I would give anything to ease your pain. If you need time to sort through everything, please take it. But know this, I will wait for you, patiently and unwaveringly.

It tears me apart to think that you might believe I could betray your trust. The rumours about you were not from me, nor would I ever entertain such thoughts. You are the light of my life, the beating of my heart, and I would protect you with everything I have.

I love you, more deeply than words can convey. The thought of losing you is unbearable. But I will wait, for as long as it takes, because you are worth every second of the wait. You are my soulmate, my everything, and I am here, waiting with open arms and a heart full of love.

Please, sweetheart, remember this: I am thinking of you constantly, and longing for the day when I can hold you close again. Know that my love for you grows stronger with each passing moment.

With all the love in my heart,

Sebastian

You feel all the breath knocked out of you. His words cut through the numbness that has clouded your mind for days. Hot tears run down your cheeks as you realise the depth of his love and commitment. He said he loves you— those three words tie you to him, regardless of the recent mayhem between you. In that moment, the walls you have built around your heart begin to crumble.

You long to reach out to him, to feel his comforting embrace around you. As the letter lays in your hands, you know that you need to see him immediately, to look into his eyes and hear his voice filled with the tenderness he had poured into these words.

You know what you have to do next. You pick up your quill and start writing a quick message.

Sebastian,

Meet me by the floating violins in the DADA tower. We need to talk.

Gathering his letters, you make your way there, determined to find Sebastian, knowing that it will take time and effort from both of you to rebuild what has been broken.

You floo to the tower, striding your way in the direction of the soft strains. As you approach the violins, you notice a few people casually gathered around, mingling with each other. Among them, you spot Natsai sitting on a nearby couch. She does a double-take, her eyes widening in surprise as she realises it's you. Quickly, she stands up and rushes over, wrapping you in a tight, heartfelt hug.

“Thank Merlin! I haven’t seen you in ages. Are you okay?” she asks, concern etched in her voice.

”I’m sorry for being so distant, Natsai. I didn’t mean to...” you feel so guilty. She shakes her head at your words.

”Don’t apologise,” she interrupts gently, pulling back slightly to look at you. “I know you needed time to heal, but I hope you do know I’m here for you.” She holds your hands in hers.

”What brings you here?” she inquires, her gaze searching yours.

”I’m meeting Sebastian,” you admit quietly.

She looks at you with a knowing expression. “Finally! He’s been nonstop asking about you, you know.”

You nod slowly in shame. "I feel so guilty, I just hope he’ll listen" you confess, the weight of the past week's emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

"He will," Natsai assures you with conviction. "Sebastian cares deeply about you. He's been waiting for this moment."

With a hesitant smile, you thank Natsai for her support. "It doesn’t look like he’s here yet. I’ll just wait for him and-,"

“Well, well, if it isn’t our secret ballerina,” A voice behind you drawls out, the tone dripping with mockery.

You turn at the disruption to see Leander Prewett sauntering over, his posture smug and his grin oozing with tease. His equally childish friends follow closely behind him, chuckling under their breath.

“Are you ready to perform your pirouettes for us?” His friends snicker behind him.

“Excuse me?” you reply coolly, attempting to keep your composure. You really didn’t need this to happen right now.

“Oh, don’t play coy,” Leander sneers, leaning in closer. You lean back, irritated at his presence. “Word travels fast in Hogwarts. Especially when the moving paintings gossip. Who knew you had such... quirky hobbies?”

You feel your cheeks burn with anger. So he is the Gryffindor student your stupid painting has indiscreetly revealed your secret to. The surrounding students have begun to take notice, their curiosity piqued by the conversation between you both.

You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure despite the rising anger bubbling inside you. Natsai stands by your side supportively, and you’re thankful someone you trust is with you.

"I don't need to explain myself to you, Leander," you reply evenly. You are exhausted by all the stares and whispers swirling around you this past week. Enough is enough. "My interests are my own."

Leander's grin widens, clearly enjoying that you are bothered. "Oh, but it's so amusing to see the prim and proper fifth year hiding a secret." He pesters. “Especially a Muggle-born like you. Heard your mum kicked the bucket, didn't she? Shame she couldn't magic herself out of that one.”

His friends cackle at the jab, their laughter echoing around you, amplifying the humiliation. The surrounding whispers grows louder at his words, spreading like wildfire through the gathered students. You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms, struggling to maintain your restraint. How dare he bring your mother into this? Frustrated tears fill your eyes, threatening to come out.

As you open your mouth to refute Leander’s insults, he pulls you by your wrist, bringing you closer to him. You freeze in surprise, not expecting him to do that. You can smell his awful cologne and immediately try to get away from his grip.

”Why don’t we go somewhere quieter? Maybe you could put on a cute outfit and dance for me—,”

Before you can lash out at him, a fist connects squarely with Leander’s nose. You gasp out loud, and so did everyone else in that room. The force of the punch sends Leander stumbling backwards, his taunts cut short by a yelp of surprise and a hand to his nose. You could’ve sworn you heard something crunch.

Sebastian appears beside you, his expression stormy and chest heaving. Leander’s friends, frozen and stunned, stare in disbelief at Sebastian, who stood protectively in front of you.

"Don't you EVER speak to or touch her like that again," Sebastian growled, his voice low and dangerous as he jabs a finger in Leander’s direction to emphasise his threat.

“FUCK! You broke my nose, Sallow!” He screams on the floor in pain, holding his bloody nose.

You stand there in shock, gaping at Sebastian, then at Leander, and back to Sebastian again. Your expression was probably like a fish, mouth opening and closing in disbelief. The muscles in his jaw clenched tightly. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, now blaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. It was clear that he is seething with fury, his entire demeanour a stark contrast to the calm and composed boy you knew. His hands balls into fists at his sides, trembling slightly with restrained anger.

Sebastian’s focus is now on you as he turns to face you, his eyes softening briefly before rage fills them once more. He takes your arm in a firm grip and starts leading you away from the gathering crowd of students.

”Sebastian! Let me go!” You strain against his firm grip, but it's futile; he's much stronger than you. He says nothing, his jaw clenched tightly as he leads you down the stairs. You glance back at the scene you had just left behind. Leander was still on the floor, his friends gathered around him, murmuring in concern over his complaints of pain. If you hadn't known that Sebastian was the one behind this, you would've laughed straight in Leander's face.

Sebastian's hold on you loosened slightly as he guides you away from the commotion, his brows furrowed. As you follow him down the last flight of stairs and turn the corner, you recognise where he is taking you.

”The Undercroft? Seriously? You know this place gives me the creeps.” You question with a raised eyebrow as you both approach the entrance.

”Get in.” He commands, his face stoic as he looks down at you.

”Sebastian Sallow, don’t use that tone with me or else I swear I will—Ahh!” Before you could finish your sentence, he swiftly lifts you off your feet and slings you over his shoulder, catching you off guard.

He looks around, making sure no one is around and opens the entrance of the Undercroft, walking through the dark hallway as you hit his back in protest and demand him to put you down. He doesn’t seem phased by your actions, walking straight into the center of the room and placing you down carefully.

”What’s the matter with you! You can’t just do whatever you please. Like picking me up, or punching Leander, its not right!”

Irritation flashes in his eyes at your insolence, and narrows his eyes at you. ”Shut up and be quiet.”

The way he says it doesn’t sound like an insult, and a jolt of arousal shoots straight your core as you do a double take. “Excuse me? You can’t tell me what to do—,”

”You haven’t spoken to me in days. I think you can shut your pretty little mouth a bit longer and let me speak instead.” His words are harsh as he starts pacing around the room.

Frowning, you stay rooted in your spot as you watch him pace back and forth in front of you. You keep silent just like he instructed, and instead take the moment to examine him head to toe. He is dressed in an olive wool jumper that clings lightly to his broad shoulders, the colour complementing his complexion. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearm, showcasing his veiny muscles. His face appears more sunken than usual, likely from the stress of the recent turmoil. His hair is longer than before, occasionally falling across his eyes as he pushes it away.

He looks so good, so hot, and you feel your core getting wetter at the sight of him. His relentless pacing wasn’t helping either, hands clenching at his sides so hard that you can see the veins probing out his arms. The way he tenses his jaw gets you feeling stuffy in your robe. He looks strikingly handsome and you missed him so much.

”One week.” He suddenly stops pacing and turns to stare at you with sleepless dark eyes. “One week you didn't speak to me. No letters, no messages, nothing. I didn't know if you were safe or if something had happened to you. Do you have any idea what I went through, wondering if you were okay? Wondering if I'd ever see you again?”

He pauses for a moment, his jaw clenching again as he tries to contain his vexation. "I have spent days searching for you, desperate for any sign that you were okay," he confesses, his voice edged with frustration and hurt. "I tried everything to catch a glimpse of you, to get some reassurance. But there was nothing. And all the while, I was trying to find out how your secret got out, because if you truly knew me, you'd know I would never betray you like that. I spoke to countless people, searching for answers, while you chose silence. Well, until I received your vague letter today.” A bitter chuckle escapes him, laced with a dark edge.

”And then I saw you in class,” his eyes searches yours. “So close yet so distant. You didn’t even bother letting me explain, like everything we shared meant nothing.” The words spat out his mouth in disbelief.

”That moment in the storage room…I've replayed it in my head many times. Being so close to you, smelling your scent after so long.” he closed his eyes as if he was remembering that day. He exhales in defeat and opens his dark orbs to look at you.

”I don’t think you realise the effect you have on me”, he steps closer to you, his face inches away from yours. “The things you make me feel. I would do anything to have your body close to mine again. To make you scream in pleasure again.”

"Sebastian..." You whisper, your voice barely audible, yet there was a hint of lust unmistakable in your tone. His eyes close briefly at you saying his name after so long, his breath brushing against your cheek. Exhaling deeply, he shakes his head, and then steps back to create distance between you. You nearly whimper at the loss of contact.

He doesn’t say anything for the span of three heartbeats, continuing to glare at you with hollow eyes. ”You are so stubborn. The most stubborn person I have ever met. All you needed to do was read my letters and see that I didn’t cause this mess. But no, you must be adamant to make my life more complicated.” his voice drips with jealously. “Clearly you care more about Leander’s condition-”

”I read your letters.” You quickly breathe out, stopping Sebastian in his tracks.

He freezes, his eyes widening in surprise as your words hung in the air between you. There is almost an electric charge filling the space. He processes your confession, the muscles under his jaw working beneath his skin. His voice, when he finally speaks, is softer yet edged with disbelief, his eyes searching yours for some hint of deceit.

"You... read my letters? All of them?"

You nod slowly, meeting his gaze steadily. Without breaking eye contact, you reach into your bag your fingers trembling slightly as you pull out the stack of his letters. Holding them up between you, you let out a heavy sigh before dropping your hand by your side. "I did. I'm sorry I didn't sooner," you confess, your voice strained and barely above a whisper. "I should have trusted you."

For a moment, neither of you speak. The air is charged with an unspoken intensity, each second feeling heavier than the last. Sebastian's gaze bores into the pile of letters in your hand, and it kills you not knowing what he is thinking. At last, he advances toward you, his presence nearly suffocating as he stands close, his eyes ablaze with intensity.

"Why didn't you read them sooner?" he finally asks, his voice betraying a trace of hurt.

"I wanted to," you admit quietly, your heart wrenched at his voice. "I wanted to read them, but I was just so upset and so hurt. I was so scared of hearing your side of the story, I thought you betrayed me." Sebastian's expression softens at your voice breaking, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he listened intently to your words.

”Deek told me that he moved one of my paintings outside in the hallway, and it ended up telling Leander all of my secrets,” you continue, your voice slightly shaky with emotion. "And then he spread it around the entire school.”

Sebastian's face darkens with anger. "Fucking Leander. I’m going to kill him.”

Before he could react, you stride in front of him and look up at him. "That’s when I knew you didn't do it. And I opened your letters," you said firmly, wanting him to know that you trust him unequivocally now. He looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“I miss you so much,” you let out a sob. “My heart aches every second we are apart. I feel like I have lost a part of myself.” Tears stream down your cheeks as you pour your emotion to the boy in front of you.

"My days felt empty, my nights unbearable," you continue, your words halting between sobs. "I replay every moment we shared, torturing myself with what could have been different if I had just put my anger to the side.”

Your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath between sobs as you struggle to articulate the depth of your feelings. "I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was hurt both of us," you confess. "I'm so sorry, Sebastian. I was scared and confused, but I should have trusted you. I should have reached out sooner.”

Sebastian stands silently before you, still processing what you have just said. The weight of your words hung heavily in the air. You study his face, eyes dancing to the features of his face; his eyes, his cheeks, his lips as you keep pouring out your thoughts.

“I love you.” You breathe out. Finally, a weight is lifted off your shoulders and your heart bloomed. “I love you so much, it hurts. You are my soulmate and I cannot bare to stay away from you for any longer.”

Silence envelopes you both, each moment stretching as you hold each other's gaze. The only sound in the room was soft rhythm of your synchronised breaths. Neither of you dares to break the stillness, both waiting for the other to make a move. Its almost as if time has stopped just for this moment between the two of you.

Sebastian’s shoulders slumps as he closes the gap between you with purpose. His hands reaches up to gently cradle your cheeks, using this thumbs to wipe away your tears. His touch is impatience — a longing to bridge the gap that had kept you apart.

With a rush of emotion, his lips presses against yours eagerly, igniting a fire of vulnerability between you both. Without a second longer, you drop the letters from your hand and to the floor, and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss with hunger. A single tear escapes your eye, mixing with the kiss as the tenderness of his touch and the intensity of the moment overwhelm you both. As your lips part for breath, he whispers urgently, his voice laced with a plea, "Say it again.”

“I love you,” you breathe, your words punctuated by the press of his lips against yours. "With all my heart.”

A smile grazes his lips between your kiss, warm and gentle. With strength and ease, he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the desk at the corner of the room. The smooth surface of the polished wood presses against you as he places you down on the edge, his hands supporting you. Standing between your dangling legs, his touch is firm yet tender, gliding up and down your thighs with a familiarity that brings a rush of longing to your body. He had missed your presence so much, every day feeling incomplete without you by his side. But now, in this moment, everything feels right as his gaze meets yours and desire sparks between you both.

“Gods, I love you so much, its suffocating.” He whispers against your lips. You let out a deep sigh of contentment.

Your heart swelled, making it beat faster and harder until you could barely breathe. His lips were on your skin, leaving a trail of fire as they moved down your neck. You gasp as he presses his hard body against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. As he grinded against your sensitive core, pleasure coursed through you so intensely and all you could do is let out a wanton moan.

”Mhmm I missed hearing you moan. My favourite sound.” Sebastian’s voice is husky as he quicky removes your robe and unbuttoned your shirt and bodice and chucked it somewhere on the floor. A hiss flowed from your lips as the coldness of the room hardened your nipples into peaks. Your fingers pinched the bottom of his jumper, tossing it overheard without regard for where it lands, desperate to feel his skin underneath your hands. He groaned at the sight of your breasts, latching onto your nipple with his mouth. You gasp, head lolling back at the sensation and you lie your back down against the wooden desk as he continues. He impatiently brings a hand up underneath your skirt and between your legs, gliding his fingers against your covered core. You’re soaked, just like he has imagined.

“Please, Sebastian.” You plead, and he complies to you begs, pulling your panties to the side to let two fingers run between your soaked folds, moving back and forth to collect your juices and repeating his actions over and over again. After a few strokes, he sinks two slender finger inside. You moan at the feeling of finally being stretched out, his fingers curling inwards as they massage inside you.

“Feels good sweetheart?” He asks as his teeth nip at your earlobe and his fingers pick up the pace.

”Shit yes, Sebastian! Don’t stop,” you moan loudly into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Instantly, you hear him groan and he abandons your earlobe, kissing down your body and towards your core. He uses his other hand to spread your legs wide and buries his tongue right onto your clit.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, while his tongue begins laving up your clit quickly, His eyes stay stuck on your face, while you struggle to choose between shutting yours and looking down as he devours on your pussy. He eats you out savagely, as if he’s starving. You’re not sure if its your juices, Sebastian’s saliva or both, but the warm liquid runs down your core and onto the desk. Your legs begin to shake at the immense pleasure and you feel yourself getting close.

”Let go sweetheart, let me hear those sounds again.” He feels the way you tighten around his fingers, which has him speeding up, determined to have you barrel over the edge. His other hand moves up your body to pinch at your nipples, his orbs dark and sexy as they stay fixed to your face. His intense gaze turns you on even more and you can’t help but shamelessly grind against his warm muscle.

You feel dizzy, eyes blown out as he continues the slaughter on your cunt. Your back arches from the hard desk, head tipped back completely as your body jolts. Sebastian doesn’t stop, his hold on your breast steady and possessive while his fingers hit your g-spot. Your pussy clenches up before you know it and you feel the pressure inside you release as your orgasm washes over you. Explosions of hot white blurs your vision as you cry out. He continues to pump his fingers into you, riding out your high as he flicks his tongue over your clit over and over again.

You drop back on the desk, heaving to catch your breath. His face comes into frame, the light from the candles around the room casting a dim glow upon his face, and his lips glisten with wetness. “Fuck, that was so hot sweetheart.” he says as he extracts his fingers out, and when he brings them in front of you, they’re coated in a milky fluid. Without hesitance, he sticks them into his mouth. He moans at the taste and closes his eyes as he licks them clean. You prop up on your elbows, watching his actions with hooded eyes. It’s the hottest thing you have ever seen and the image is going to be burned into your mind forever. You suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline surge through you. Before he could do anything else, you jump off the desk and stand in front of him. You spin him around, pushing him so that he is against the edge of the desk. You kiss your way down his torso, lips brushing against the soft skin of his hip bone. You fall to your knees in front of him, eyes locked with his as you begin to undo his slacks. His chest rises and falls as he takes your figure in front of him, realising what you are about to do. You smirk as you pull his trousers down and take his cock out. You moaned at the sight, hand wrapping around his hard cock, slowly sliding it up his length. The swollen head is leaking with pre-cum and you can’t help thinking what it tastes like. So you inch forward to stick out your tongue to gently lick it. Saltiness fills your tastebuds and you hum in response.

“Oh my Gods.” He threw his head back with a delicious groan as you start to lap at the head and stroke him slowly with your hand. His hands fly to your hair, burying them in your locks as he guides your mouth. You sink onto him, lips wrapped around the girth and he sighs at the warmth that envelops him. The circling of you tongue makes his stomach build up with pressure, muscle flexing to keep him from thrusting into your throat.

You look up at him and nearly choke at the sight above you. It was one to behold as sweat starts to roll down his temples, his mouth slightly ajar and his hooded eyes slightly covered by his hair as he watches his cock disappear into your sweet mouth. The small moan you let out is muffled as his cock fills your mouth, and his body rattles at the vibrations. He guides your head down more, hands coaxing you, pushing you down further until he hits the back of your throat. Your hands move up to grab onto his thighs to steady your balance, letting your jaw fall slack as he fucks your mouth deeply. You’re choking, spit coming out from the corner of your lips. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked prettier, eyes brimmed with tears, nose pressed against his stomach as you hum around his cock.

He pulls you off of him a few seconds later, letting out a gasp as you try to catch your breath. He fixes your messy hair, patting it down with care. His thumb finds the bottom of your lip, gliding it across the skin. “Shit, you love sucking my cock don’t you? Such a pretty fucking mouth.” He groans as he leans down to capture your lips, kissing you desperately. He pulls you back up on your feet and leads you on the couch, laying you down on your back. He undresses himself completely, before undressing your skirt and tights. “Want you so bad Sebastian.” You beg as he climbs over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you feel his cock resting against you thigh. He ogles down at your body, admiring your sweaty glistening skin, and noticing some cut and bruises painted over. He brings his thumb to the scar just above your hip, gently tracing its length.

”This looks new. You’ve been out fighting again, haven’t you?” he murmurs, his voice tinged with worry as he glances up at you. You bite your lip in uncertainty, the silence confirming his suspicion. Sebastian’s eyes darken with protectiveness, his jaw clenching as he processes the thought of you in danger. He hates seeing you get hurt, especially when he knows that Rookwood’s lot caused this.

“It was just a distraction,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you stare up at him.

Sebastian’s eyes soften as he listens, his thumb still gently caressing the scar. “Well, from now on, you come to me if you need a distraction.” His words are firm, yet tender, and he punctuates them with a soft kiss on your lips, sealing the promise between you. You watch as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking it a few times before lining it up to your entrance. He slides the tip up and down you slit a few times before he starts pushing the head into you.

“Oh Gods,” you moan as you spread you legs wider, your walls taking him in inch by inch. You hold onto his neck as he fully bottoms out inside you. A gush of breath leaves you at how deliciously full you feel. He takes a moment to allow you to adjust to his girth, until you peck his lips as a signal to move.

”Merlin, you’re so tight, taking my cock so well.” You bury your face in his neck at his dirty words as his cock slides effortlessly into your tightness. You can feel every inch of him brushing against sensitive skin as he begins to move slowly and carefully inside you. He hisses at the feeling of your tight walls around him, setting a quicker pace. His brows are furrowed in concentration, trying to hold himself back from releasing too early. He wants to prolong the pleasure, to see your face contort in ecstasy as you reach climax before him.

The sounds escaping your lips are muffled by his neck as you try to hold them back, and Sebastian doesn’t like that. His intent gaze meets yours as he sits up on his knees, never breaking his rhythmic thrusts inside of you. With a firm grasp, he lifts your leg and drapes it over his shoulder, intensifying the stretch and depth of his penetration. You roll your eyes back in pleasure at the new position, your moans rising to a high-pitched chorus that echoes off the walls of the empty room.

“Oh fuck, oh fuc—,” you whine as he pounds hard, hitting your g-spot as pleasure shoots through you. The sounds coming out of you are a serene melody to Sebastian’s ears, a contrast to how innocent you sometimes pretend to be. He fucks you with vigour, drilling into you as the explicit sound of skin slapping, moans, and names slipping from lips fill the room. He looks down at where you were both connected, mesmerised by the way your pussy engulfs him, as if you were made for him.

“Say my name, baby,” he growls, his voice deep and raw as he grabs your breast with a firm grip. Your skin tingles under his touch and you arch your back from the couch, desperate for more. He pinches your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “Tell me who fucks you this good.” You moan in response, revelling in the sensations coursing through you. “You, Sebastian!” you gasp, your words filled with need and desire. “It’s always been you.” His name rolls off your tongue like an enchanting tune, igniting a fire within him. As he continues to pleasure you, every inch of your being is consumed by him and the sheer ecstasy he brings.

“Good girl. I missed you so much, baby. I’ve been thinking of making you come all fucking week. Mhmm, how does my cock feel buried deep inside you?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he continues his brutal pace into your body. Your toes curl in pleasure and your legs tremble as he continues his relentless pace, starting an inferno of desire inside your body. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire as he takes you over and over again, his words and actions sending you into a state of pure ecstasy.

“Wanted you so bad, and now I have you right where I want you. Now I want you to come for me. Can you do that for me sweetheart? Can you come all over my cock?”

His voice drips with desire and longing, each word a plea for you to fulfil his carnal desires. His thumb finds your throbbing clit, moving in fast, expert circles to bring you closer to the edge. The combination of his words and the intense stimulation drives you wild, your body responding with tremors of pleasure. As you tumble over the edge, your eyes roll back in ecstasy and your jaw fall slack in surrender. Your legs starts shaking uncontrollably as a second orgasm washes over, your core clenching tightly around Sebastian as he continues to thrust inside, chasing his own release.

“Shit. You look so fucking pretty when you come for me.” Sebastian leans in close, his breath hot against your skin as he smashes his mouth on yours. His hips stutter and falter in their rhythm as he nears the edge of release. You peck at his lips, desperate for him to use you to find his release. "I'm on the potion," you moan, "please come inside me." His head rolls onto your shoulder in pleasure at your words as he continues to thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing the room.

"Fill me up," you plead, "please..." Before you can finish, he groans and hisses through gritted teeth, forehead pressed against yours as he reaches his climax. A low husky moan escapes his lips as he stills inside you, filling you with his load and covering your walls with his essence. Your body responds instinctively, clenching around him and grinding against him to prolong his pleasure.

“Fuck,” A deep sigh escapes his lips as he withdraws from within you. Collapsing onto the couch beside you, he pulls you against him, seeking comfort and solace in your embrace. You shift to his side, pressing into him as you entwine your limbs together. The warmth of his skin radiates heat that seeps into yours, creating a comfortable cocoon of intimacy.

“I love you so much,” his gaze is filled with deep adoration as he looks into your eyes. His words carry a weight of love and devotion that radiates from his soul. “My soulmate, my everything.” Every syllable is spoken with tenderness and sincerity, melting your heart in the process.

“I love you too, Sebastian. Will all my heart.” In that moment, it felt like time stood still and nothing else mattered besides the love shared between the two of you.

“Look what I bought from Hogsmeade!”

You and Sebastian are walking from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts, the sunset casting the sky in a mesmerising blend of orange and pink hues. The spring landscape glows warmly, the beauty of the school striking against the colourful sky. You had gone to buy some supplies, and Sebastian had been at the Three Broomsticks with some friends. But as soon as you were done, he ditched his friends without a second thought (not a hard decision for him) and decided to escort you back to school. Now, with his hand enveloping yours, you chatted casually about your purchases.

Fishing the new ballet flats out of your bag, you hold them in front of his face. “Got them from Spintwitches. Aren’t they so pretty? I can’t wait to wear them!” you chime, your excitement palpable.

Sebastian chuckles at your enthusiasm. He loves when you’re this happy, the way your eyes light up and your entire demeanour radiates joy.

“They’re beautiful,” he said, his voice warm with affection. “But not as beautiful as the person wearing them.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, and you playfully nudged him with your shoulder. “Always the charmer, aren’t you?”

He grinned, squeezing your hand gently. “Only for you.” he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a tender, passionate kiss. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect, magical moment. After rekindling in the Undercroft last year, you and he became inseparable. Through every twist and turn, he was by your side, and you by his.

You walked in a comfortable silence for a few moments, until you spotted two students approaching. They seemed nervous, nudging each other as if urging the other to speak first. Their faces were flushed, and they kept glancing at you with wide, eager eyes.

"Hi, sorry to bother you!,” one of the girls said, looking at her friend for help, but she only nudged her shoulder to keep speaking. “But, um, can you tell us more about ballet? It looks so cool!" her voice filled with excitement and curiosity. She looks quite young, as if she was in first or second year.

The other girl beamed at you, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Yeah, we read a book about it and there was all these cool poses you can do! You should start a club at Howgarts."

You felt a mixture of surprise and delight at their interest. After all the gossip and torment that followed you last year, you did not expect this response from anyone. You look at Sebastian, an amused look on his face. You turn back to the girls. "Oh, really?" you said, smiling warmly. "I'm glad you're interested! Ballet is such a beautiful and expressive art form. It's all about grace, discipline, and storytelling through movement." You could see their eyes light up even more as you spoke, hanging on every word.

Sebastian watched you with a proud smile, his eyes shining with admiration. He squeezed your hand a little tighter, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"That sounds amazing!" the first girl said, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. "We would love to learn more and maybe even try it ourselves."

You nodded, feeling a surge of inspiration. "You know what? Starting a ballet club sounds like a fantastic idea. We could meet a few times a week, and I can teach you the basics." Your mind raced with ideas, picturing a group of students practicing pliés and pirouettes in a classroom.

The girls exchanged excited glances, clearly thrilled by the prospect. "That would be awesome! Thank you so much!"

"Of course," you said, your heart swelling with happiness. "I'll talk to Professor Weasley about it and see what we can arrange. In the meantime, feel free to come by and ask me any questions you have. I'd be happy to help."

As the girls thanked you again and hurried off, their excited chatter fading into the distance, Sebastian squeezed your hand gently. "Look at you, inspiring the next generation of dancers," he said with a grin. His eyes were filled with pride, and his smile was so genuine it made your heart flutter.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I never imagined this would happen. It's amazing how things turn out."

Sebastian leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture was tender, filled with affection and pride. "I am so glad I followed you into the room of requirements that day."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, a sly smirk playing on your lips. "That day changed everything, didn’t it?" you replied softly. "I remember being so startled when you just appeared out of nowhere."

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Startled? I think you were ready to hex me on the spot," he teased, remembering how you turned around to face him with your wand pointed at him.

"Maybe I was," you admitted, your smile widening. "But I'm glad you did. I wouldn't have realised how lonely I was before you or... well, how much I love you."

Sebastian's gaze softened, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. "And you wouldn’t have been my girlfriend either," he cheekily said. "This is all thanks to me."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Alright, I’ll give you that one," you said, poking him playfully in the ribs. "But only because you’ve made my life infinitely better since then."

Sebastian grinned, capturing your hand and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "You’ve made mine better too, my little ballerina." he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. “Now, why don’t we hurry back before it gets dark? Maybe you could show me how those flats look on you. Preferably with nothing else on—,”

You bellow with laughter as you swat his back as he jokingly runs away from you. You smile to yourself, thinking about that fateful day in the Room of Requirement. It turns out, Sebastian catching you practicing ballet was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

anddd thats the end of my first series! make sure you follow and like my posts, i've got more ideas coming soon

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