#he went ✌🏼

[onyourstageleft]

one of my irl best friends that I met from working at the shitty retail job that I quit a year ago got fired today for bs reasons (it's fine he expected this and was prepared for it so it's more of a celebration that he doesn't have to deal with their shit anymore) he's coming over to drink with me & my partners on Friday night

and we're gonna order a cake

he has no idea. it's gonna be great

[cutyrteeth]

my friends get me outside n to malibu for the first time in forever and in the two hours i’m there we see cody ko

[honeyyglaze]

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[sinsofsummers]

sensational; part ii

6.8k | joel miller x f!innocent!reader follow-up to sensational

summary: you've tasked joel with teaching you about all of the things you missed. he's back for more...teaching moments. warnings: smut (duh), 18+, mdni. softdom!joel vibes in this one, joel gives reader an anatomy lesson, pet names (lots of dollface) fingering, praise kink to the gods, masturbation (f and brief m), reader gives joel a hand(y), grinding, bit of a corruption kink toward the end, jesus there might need to be a part 3 note: well. look at what you guys did. you went and loved on sensational so much and asked for a part 2 so often that i just had to grant your wishes. i hope you’re fckn happy✌🏼🥹 (this is all jokes i’m so excited to write more of this dynamic teehee)

You'd never counted yourself as a dreamer of any sort; when sleep clouded your brain at night, every thought faded along with it. Aside from the occasional nightmare, reminding you of your parents' absence, you hadn't had an actual dream since you were a kid.

Of course, that night in Joel's house had changed everything, in every possible way. In just an hour or so he had taken your world into his hands, shaped it, flipped it, and returned it to you, unrecognizable. His name was carved into everything you saw and touched, and this included your dreams.

He was everywhere in your head when you slept. So much so that you'd begun to forget which was reality and which was a figment of your imagination, which made your patrols with him all the more humiliating.

Your hands were cold. It was all you could focus on as you followed Joel along your normal patrol route. Just twelve hours had passed since that night in his house, when he'd touched you with rough hands and what taught you what it meant to feel desired. His words still rang clear in your head days later:

Trust me, doll. I've got so much more to teach you.

It sent your head reeling just to think about it now. The memory of his fingertips grazing the side of your face as he'd said it, those brown eyes sparkling with desire for you—a vision of contentment.

You had leaned into his touch subconsciously, reaching a hand up to trace the line of his wrist. His eyes had darted to where your fingers pressed to his skin, a soft grin replacing his satisfied smirk. "I'd better get you home, then," he'd whispered.

It had taken everything in you to ignore the small pang of disappointment that had bloomed in your gut, but it was an easier task when he'd dropped his lips to your forehead.

"No one'll miss me at home," you'd protested quietly, trying not to relish too much in the feeling of his beard scratching at the space between your eyebrows.

This sentiment was true. You still didn't know how things had worked out so well, but after arriving in Jackson, Tommy (the fact that it was Joel's younger brother made this seem all the less coincidental) and Maria had been more than accommodating. They'd offered you your own space, a house to yourself. Granted, it was much smaller than Joel's, but it was your own. It had become home in the four short years you'd lived in Jackson.

No one was waiting for you at home. It was a fact that used to make your throat close up, memories taunting you every moment they could. Now it was a welcomed thought, if it meant that you could remain in the heady presence of Joel Miller.

But he'd only shaken his head, his brown eyes flitting down to your lips before returning to your gaze. "I'm sure they'll notice when you don't come strolling out of your own place in the mornin'," he'd insisted gently. His thumb traced your bottom lip when your shoulders slumped. You hoped you didn't look as pitiful as you felt, your lip threatening to push outward in a pout.

"Might not be able to keep my hands to myself tonight if I let you stay," he'd breathed. You didn't care if he said it as an apology, or if it was actually true.

Because who were you to disagree with him? It was Joel.

So without more than a lingering hand on your wrist, he'd walked you to your door. When you'd teased him for such a chivalrous act, he'd cocked an eyebrow, glancing sideways at you. "Can't just let you walk home alone after that," he'd scoffed, his voice rough again in the outdoors. A few people were still milling about despite it being darker than pitch after nightfall. "M'not a complete scoundrel," he said with a wry grin.

Your front door always looked so inviting, a place for you to take a breath and relax after a long day. In that moment, it was taking everything in you to put one foot in front of the other and return to your own place.

"Scoundrel," you'd mused, hoping the amusement in your voice covered the way you leaned back with every step, as if you could claim one more touch of his body—arm, chest, shoulder—to send you to bed with nothing but him on your mind. "Kind of a big word, wouldn't you say?" you'd teased him, just as he'd done to you. "Sure you know what it means?"

The twitch of his jaw was enough of a reward for your attempt at humor, but your satisfied smirk had been wiped clean off your face when he'd darted a glance around before leaning in, hovering just centimeters from your face.

It occurred to you in that moment that you'd truly only kissed him once. A shame, a voice in your head sighed. His lips were devastatingly plump, even in the darkness.

Joel had stayed there, his eyes tearing down to your mouth before warning you in that deliciously low baritone, "I know what it is. Best get inside," his jaw twitched once more and you caught him clenching and unclenching his fists, "'fore I show you what it means to be a scoundrel."

You'd gone inside with a shaky breath and the return of that familiar pulse that, it seemed, only he knew how to ignite.

—

Joel chose not to look in the mirror when he'd gone home that night. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand the way his hair was undoubtedly wild, his eyes hard with desire, and his hands still aching with the memory of her squirming body in his lap.

After four years of near silence, this girl had unraveled him. After all those days on patrol with her, nothing to do except look at her when she wouldn't notice, Joel Miller had been undone.

The next day, waking up early with the stiffness in his boxers begging to be dealt with, Joel spit on his palm and wrapped it around his cock, releasing a sigh. Fuck's sake, he thought with a groan. Can't hardly get a full night's sleep anymore.

It should have annoyed him; it was certainly an inconvenience. But if it meant that he'd get to spend more time thinking about her body and her lips and her eyes when she asked those incessant questions, then so be it. He'd never sleep another wink and be glad for it.

It didn't take long for his release to come, not when the memories of her whines were so fresh in his mind. To think that he'd had her on his lap, hips squirming in that way that only she knew...it was enough to make him—"A grown fuckin' man," he reminded himself—spill into his hands and draw ragged breaths into his lungs to recover.

With an arm thrown across his face, he latched onto the image of her in the heat of ecstasy, her eyelids fluttering shut and her lips wet from constantly biting them.

For a moment, he tried to rein himself in. Can't be doin' this, he'd thought while getting ready for patrol that morning. Don't wanna take advantage of her, or fuck her up cause of my inability to control my own desires.

In reality, he'd considered, did she really know what she was getting herself into? With little more knowledge than the mechanics of reproduction, it had been evident with the events of the previous night that she knew nothing of what pleasure could be. Did he really want to be responsible for her discovery of such things?

But when he went to the stables an hour later and saw her standing in the snow with an extra twinge in her grin and her eyes sparkling despite the echoes of fatigue in her irises, every doubt dissipated immediately. He pretended not to notice the way her eyes lingered on his back when they saddled up, heading out of Jackson for the day.

Joel Miller was never one to deny a woman in need. Why should he have stopped now?

—

"How'd you sleep?"

When you looked over at him, almost shocked that he'd broken the silence, your eyebrow quirked up. "Fine," you answered.

It wasn't that this patrol had been disappointing, it was just...ever since you'd left Jackson that morning, you'd been waiting for him to look at you like he had the night before, or to even acknowledge you in the way that you could still remember him doing.

Maybe it was because Tommy was nearby at the time, or maybe he'd changed his mind after all. Maybe you'd overstepped, asking a man so much older than you to teach you all of this. Maybe it hadn't happened at all—your dreams were rather convincing these days.

If it hadn't been for those girls, hell-bent on making you feel ostracized, perhaps you wouldn't have landed yourself in this position. You probably wouldn't have had any reason to be curious about what it all meant, and you could have gone on in comfortable silence with him on your patrols.

With a heavy mind, you blew out a breath. If it hadn't been for those girls, though—you never would have known the creases that sank into the corners of his eyes when he grinned at you.

Beside you, having held back to come up shoulder-to-shoulder, Joel huffed. "Bullshit, darlin'," he scoffed, casting a sideways glance in your direction.

You tightened your hands on the reins. "Excuse me?" you said sharply.

His chuckle was a soft rumble in his chest, and you ached to feel it against your back. "I saw those sleepy eyes at the stables," he crooned, the corners of his eyes crinkling just like you remembered. "Looks like someone didn't get a good night's sleep."

"Oh, and I'm just supposed to believe you slept like a damn baby, then?" You couldn't help the incredulity in your tone, but you blushed when you noticed him smirking, his lips twitching as he fought a smile away.

"'Course not," he shook his head almost dismissively. "Couldn't tell my brain to stop conjurin' pictures of you shakin' in my lap." He adjusted the way he was seated on his horse, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was getting hard at the reminder of the memory.

You, in a similar vein, were trying to ignore the unmistakable feel of heat puddling between your legs. Keeping your eyes forward, you asked, "Is that a good thing?"

Joel nodded. "A very good thing, dollface. You were so good for me last night."

Any air that had been in your lungs left in a rush, and you put a hand to your cheek, warm despite the winter's wind. You thought you heard yourself whine at the sound of the pet name.

Thankfully, he didn't say or do anything to show that he'd noticed. Instead, he tugged his horse to a stop. "Let's get down here," he said. "Walk and talk, yeah?"

The thought of walking beside him after all that had happened the night before was enough to make you freeze in your saddle, suddenly unsure of how to get down. "Yeah," you mumbled, if only to fill the silence.

You could hear the crunch of snow under his boots as he came up beside you, thick gloved hands reaching for your waist. "C'mon, darlin'," he'd insisted, "I won't bite."

There was a note of irony in his tone, and you let him pull you from your saddle, landing in the snow in front of him. Your jacket snagged against his, and you stood there for a moment, letting your frosty wisps of breath coil and furl with his. "What do you mean?" you asked, cursing your ever-present confidence when it came to asking him questions. It seemed that you'd never learn to hold your tongue.

"Hmm?" he hummed in response. "What's what mean?" He stepped away from you to grab the reins in his hand and began to walk forward in the snow.

You shook your head and pushed on, stumbling after him. When did the snow get so deep? "You sounded rather..." you trailed off, searching for the word.

"Oh, here it comes," he mused in that serious tone, hardly covering the teasing lilt that rang clear in his eyes. "Bet you're coming up with a big word right about now, huh?"

You couldn't help it when you rolled your eyes and swatted a hand at the back of his arm. "I was going to say you sounded smug," you finished. "About how you won't bite?"

There it was again. That look of slight surprise at your questions. You waited for a few moments, the two of you trudging along in the snow, before he answered quietly. "We're jumpin' ahead of ourselves, but I s'pose it won't hurt." He shrugged. "Some people like it. Biting."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Like it?" You looked down at your hands, covered in thick gloves. "Doesn't it hurt?"

Joel smirked. "It can," he considered, "if the person gettin' bitten wants it like that." He brushed your arm with his. "But some people don't like it at all. Just depends."

You braved a look up at his face and swallowed roughly, feeling your core pulse at the sight of his rosy cheeks. "Does it have to hurt?" You didn't mean to sound so desperate; you were just curious. "I mean, is it like...like a real bite?"

It happened so quickly that you hardly had a moment to process. Joel stopped in his tracks, pulled you near, and dipped his head down to your ear. "Don't have to," he murmured, and you were just starting to quiver at the feel of his voice next to your ear when he was brushing your hair from your neck and grazing his teeth against your skin. "Can feel good, if the person doin' the biting knows how."

You couldn't help the hand that shot out to grab his arm, as if it were the only thing that might hold you up. "I'm assuming you know how," you said thickly, eyes wandering on his weathered face. Funny, you thought at the sight of his grin, he looks quite young like this.

Joel shifted his arm so he could squeeze your hand once with his before letting it go. "Don't boost my ego too high, sweetcheeks," he warned, but you could hear the humor in his voice. "Might never let go if you do."

You knew he was kidding, but the prospect that he was being serious made your stomach flutter and forced you to clench your thighs together, bringing the forefront of your attention back to the frustration that was pooling between your legs. "Joel," you muttered in a whine, not quite realizing you'd said it until he was looking at you with a twinge of concern.

"What's up, doll?" he asked, slowing to a stop. "Somethin' wrong?"

A curly tendril of his graying hair was blown into his face with the winter wind, and you wished you could brush it away with your fingers like he'd done just moments ago. "I..." you inhaled deeply, and shifted your weight. "I'm..."

It took him a moment to understand, and when he did, his eyes sparkled. "Oh, doll," he cooed, reaching forward to tug you closer to him. "Need something', huh?"

You leaned your head forward until your forehead rested against him, breathing in the scene of pine and old leather and that heady musk that was utterly Joel. Nodding into his strong chest, you brought your hand up to his wrist and tugged it down, down, down...there.

Joel's large hand cupped the mound between your legs and you swallowed harshly as it pulsed again, begging for the sweet release he'd given you the night before. "Fuck," he breathed, the vibrations of his voice rolling against your skin. "Shoulda told me you were this bothered, baby," he hummed.

You lifted your head. "I've been trying," you said in a pitiful whine, although this wasn't entirely true, and he knew it. "Why does it...why do I ache so bad?"

His smirk quivered, and his pupils were suddenly huge as he withdrew his hand from where it covered your heat, exposing it to the frigid winter air once more. "I think we've gone far enough, don't you?" he winked. "Think we may as well head back."

The implications of what would happen when you got back to Jackson made your head spin. Nodding feverishly, you let go of the twinge of embarrassment at your eagerness. "Yes, please," you hiccuped.

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. "Good," he murmured.

—

This was the worst possible outcome.

Just when you'd worked up to exactly where you wanted to be with Joel, with his hands on you and his intentions leading you back to his house (and hopefully his couch), Tommy stopped you at the stables.

Well, not you. Not you at all, actually. He stalked up to his older brother and said, Meeting at my place, Joel."

He'd just gotten down from his saddle to help you do the same and was letting his hands linger on your waist when the interruption happened. With his hungry eyes locked on yours, he'd been leaning into your touch and hovering his hands just inches from your heat.

You could have sworn he jumped out of his skin at the sound of Tommy's voice; you just hoped it was because of his infamous hearing loss on his ride side and decidedly not because he'd been caught standing so close to you.

"We just had a meeting last week," he said gruffly, his eyes still searching yours. For what, you weren't sure—but you were quickly growing addicted to finding those rare flecks of gold buried in the espresso brown seas reflected back at you. His hands clenched involuntarily, and given the fact that they were resting around your hips, you got a delicious lick of pleasure that shot through your pelvis at the sensation.

Tommy didn't seem to be in the mood for dawdling. "And now we're having one this week," he insisted. "My place. Maria and the others are waiting."

You lifted your chin to see him close his eyes in annoyance. His mouth opened once; he closed it. When he opened it again, his eyes flashed along with the movement. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute," he said tersely, and you pretended not to notice the way his gloved thumb rubbed a slow circle on your hip. An apology, perhaps.

When he didn't move, you blushed with smug satisfaction. It had never been more clear that he didn't want to move.

"Joel, it's important." Usually, you'd never had an issue with Tommy. Now, of course, the sound of his voice clawed at your every hope for tonight.

With a soft look at your lips, Joel jerked his head to look at his brother. "I said give me a fuckin' minute," he said, his words clipped. "Fuck's sake," he muttered as he turned around. "Just answerin' a goddamn question," he finished, soft enough that you were sure his brother couldn't hear.

Tommy grumbled his fair share of disapproving words, but you couldn't help the grateful bubble that bloomed in your gut when you heard the shuffle of his boots as he left you alone in the stables with Joel.

He waited a moment or two before letting out a soft sigh. You couldn't have known how disappointed he was, but the way he lifted a hand to your cheek was clue enough. "New lesson, dollface," he said.

A pang of regret hit your stomach and you found yourself shaking your head. "Please?" you asked in a quiet voice. "I don't want a new lesson."

Joel grinned and sucked in a sharp breath. "I know, baby, I know." The familiar phrase threw you back to the night before, when he'd had his hands all over you, reassuring you with those exact words. But now, it wasn't a comfort. "But if I'm not around and you need to feel good..." His hand trailed down your cheek, brushed against your chest and returned to its previous spot between your legs. "I want you to practice touchin' yourself, yeah?"

His voice had become a near-painful whisper, just loud enough for you to feel rather than hear his words caress your skin. "This of me all you want, darlin'. God knows I'll be thinkin' of you at this damn...meeting," he practically spat the last word, but it didn't take away from the pressure that was building and causing you to blink rapidly. "Think about me," he repeated, "but I want you to explore this pretty body for me so you can tell me all about it when I get back."

The sound of his voice enveloped you, that heady sensation nearly making your knees give out. With a slow nod, you couldn't see yourself ever disobeying him. Not when he asked such sinful things of you.

"Okay," you whispered. "I'll try."

His mouth was in a hard line, his irritation at Tommy's interruption still prevalent. But it softened for a moment when he slid a gloved thumb over your bottom lip, letting it get pulled from its place before bouncing back. You darted your tongue out, wetting your lip in a desperate attempt to taste his leather on your skin; to taste him.

"Good," he said softly. Something new pulsed at the sound of his praise, but you fought it down. "I'll see you soon, doll."

—

Despite everything you tried when you got home—despite squeezing your eyes shut and picturing that dimple in Joel's cheek when he smirked, or the way his arms felt when wrapped around you—nothing helped. The pressure remained, the ache between your legs was ever-present, and yet...

You couldn't give yourself the release you craved. Not like Joel could.

There was no telling how long you tried, hand shoved down your pants in a sour attempt to replicate the feeling he'd given you. Your fingers were clumsy, untrained, and entirely new to the task, leaving you desperate and unsatisfied. A strangled whine left your throat when your mind flashed with the memory of his face near yours, his lips on your own, and his rough hands rubbing that small bud at your center. It was maddening.

He'd asked you to do this one thing, and you couldn't deliver. Of course, you'd never even realized this was a possibility; you'd only ever heard of men bringing themselves to the plummeting precipice of pleasure. You never considered that you could do the same.

But you didn't want to make yourself feel good. You wanted Joel to do it.

After what felt like hours, stuck in your house alone, Joel nowhere to be found, and with your hopes slipping into despair, you gave up. Your fingers would never be as rough or as thick as his. You didn't know how to explore your body when you couldn't tip yourself over the edge to ecstasy; it was impossible.

Weary and defeated, you went to bed with a groan. Joel still hadn't shown up. Either it was a long meeting, or...you didn't want to entertain the thought that he'd possibly forgotten about you. About your task to be completed.

You actually did drop off into a dreamless sleep, but when you woke to the sound of a knock at your door, you were almost positive the dreams had begun again. Swinging your legs out of bed, you trudged to the door with sleep oozing in every movement. The door opened with a click, and you blinked.

"Sorry I'm late, sweetcheeks," Joel breathed. A distant streetlamp, the only one in Jackson, was the sole source of light that illuminated the edges of his broad body on your porch. He looked near-angelic.

You didn't say anything for a moment, only crossed your arms to keep yourself warm in the face of the wintry outdoors. The relief and anticipation at seeing him here paired with the disappointment and fatigue that it had taken so long warred with each other, creating a dangerous mix as you managed to say, "Are you...hungry? Or something?"

He swallowed, and your head swam with the desire to lay your tongue flat on his neck where his Adam's apple bobbed. "Starving," he groaned, and in one step he was not only in your house but he was all over you, and you were wearing nothing but your thin pajamas.

He'd apparently already taken off his gloves, and when his hand came up to cup your cheek your body registered the chill of his fingers with a shock, despite leaning into his touch all the same. He took a moment to look at you before touching his forehead to yours, pressing his lips to yours gently. You could practically taste the restraint on his mouth, and you wanted nothing more than to beg him for everything.

Something about your face must have given it away when he pulled back because he tapped a finger against your cheek. "You look like you need somethin'." He darted a look down to your legs. "Did you do what I asked?"

You weren't sure what made you lie, but you nodded nonetheless. "Uh-huh."

Even in the dark, he was so close to you that you could see his eyebrow lift in question. You didn't know how he knew, but why wouldn't he? This was Joel. "You didn't come," he concluded, and you ducked your head. "Why not, dollface? I thought I told you to."

The implication that his request was, in fact, a command, didn't slip your mind. Your cheeks burned when you forced yourself to look at him. "I couldn't. I don't know how."

"Sure you do," he whispered. "You did real good last night for me, remember?" His lips ghosted your jaw.

You shook your head. "I don't know how. I've never...made myself come."

When Joel looked at you, you could have sworn his lips twitched, betraying the desire in his movements. "I'm sorry, babydoll," he cooed, bringing his other hand to your cheek. He slotted his lips over yours once more, and it was all you could do not to sink to the floor right there. "We'll have to fix that, won't we?"

You nodded. "Show me? Please?"

Without another word he bent to brush his lips across your hairline—you could have sworn you felt him inhale with his nose in your hair—and murmured, "In the morning, yeah?"

You pulled away to complain but he only gave you a soft smile. It was then that you could see the exhaustion in his face, eyes downturned despite those creases winking at you in the darkness. "But—"

"Told Tommy you need a day off," he clarified. "'Cause you're...sore..." he splayed his hand on your back and tugged you near, voice low. "Ya know, from all that horseback ridin'."

An anticipatory chuckle bubbled from your chest. "No way he bought that," you said breathlessly as he nipped your jawline with his teeth (you were almost sure it was supposed to be a kiss). "I've been patrolling on horseback for years."

Joel shrugged and looked down at you with a smirk. "Who knows? Maybe I should have told him you were waiting for me to come home and make you fall apart on my fingers," he said dismissively, but his tone did nothing to stop your stomach from flipping.

"Oh," you said dumbly, cursing yourself inwardly for how easily you were rendered speechless in his presence. "He'll...he'll really let us take the day off?" Your mind swam with the possibilities of what you could do with an entire day.

He shook his head. "Not us, darlin'. Just you." Tracing the line of your jaw, his lips twisted into a dry smirk. "I'll have to go tomorrow. But," he whispered, squeezing a hand on your hip and cocking an eyebrow at the way your legs wobbled," I'd gladly go every morning all by myself if it meant you were in your bed all day, daydreamin' about me."

It was a heavier confession that you'd expected out of him, and you let out a breathy sigh. "In the morning then," you asked. You swallowed roughly in an attempt to push down the lump of pure need that had risen in your chest, but to no avail.

Joel nodded firmly. "Trust me," he hummed, "in the morning."

So you'd led him to your bed with no more discussion. It hadn't occurred to you that he might not stay the night; he'd come to your place after the meeting like he'd said, and it was the middle of the night. Why wouldn't he have stayed the night?

Despite everything in you fighting to stay awake, the second you returned to your mattress and pulled the covers up, your eyelids drooped. Joel stood at the end of the bed and shed his jacket slowly. "Sleep, doll," he said, his voice echoing in the otherwise silent room as he bent to kick off his boots. "I'll be here when you wake up."

—

Was he getting too close? Was he pushing the boundaries too far, too soon? Probably.

Selfishly, Joel didn't much care.

—

Sure enough—when morning came, when the dull winter sunlight crept into your house and draped the floor in soft yellow, you felt the dip of your mattress beside you and betrayed Joel's presence. He'd stayed. Like he said.

Quite the dedicated teacher, you thought to yourself with a satisfied warmth. You'd felt him climb into bed last night, but despite your every wish for him to press himself to your back and hold you tightly the whole night, he'd kept at least a foot of space between your bodies. Always close enough to touch, but never giving in.

You rolled over and swiped a hand over your face, a few stray strands falling into your eyes. The breath left your chest when you saw him there, eyes open and waiting for you. "Hi," you said, your voice rough with sleep. Again with the monosyllabic responses, you scolded yourself.

Joel hummed, the deep rumble of his voice reverberating through the mattress and into your body. "Looked so sweet like that, darlin'," he mused, his rough hands tucked under his head. He reached one of them toward you and tapped your bottom lip, plump with sheep, with two of his fingertips. "Didn't wanna wake you up."

"You didn't." You weren't sure what made you do it, but you moved closer, shifting your entire body until your nose almost brushed his. Your eyes flitted up to look at the way his graying hair laid messily around the crown of his head, haircuts neglected for who knew how long. "Can we...I want to start now," you mumbled.

His jaw ticked, and he looked like he was swallowing down a grin. "Look at you," he cooed, "so eager. Aren't you hungry, doll?"

You bit your lip and you could have sworn you saw his eyes widen. "Starving," you fumbled over the word, imitating his response to you the night before on your porch.

Joel let go of a chuckle and his eyes danced with mirth. "Always turnin' my words back on me, aren't ya?" When you nodded sheepishly, he slid his hand around to cup the back of your head and he pulled you in, connecting his lips with yours. "Okay, pretty girl," he said. "We'll start. Since you asked so nicely."

His lips were chapped from the cold weather but they were still soft as he pressed them to yours, moving lazily as the two of you blinked away the last clutches of sleep. "Always so soft, these lips," he murmured, and then his hand was moving from your neck to your chest. "Everyone's different, yeah? There's these spots on everyone's body," he said, absentmindedly drawing swirls along the expanse of your chest, making you shiver. "Let's call them...pleasure points."

"Pleasure points," you repeated breathlessly, your stomach fluttering as he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Is that—"

He grinned with a nod. "Think I just found one of 'em, doll." He rolled you onto your back and bent his head down, his breath fanning over your chest and warming you through your thin pajama shirt. "This is how we get you all ready for me, when the time comes."

You nodded quietly and let out a shaky sigh as his hands wandered. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you practically preened at the feeling of his lips against your skin while his hands squeezed and caressed your breasts, moving over your stomach. "Joel—"

He paused, hand hovering over the hem of your shirt. "What, babygirl?"

You couldn't help the whine that fought its way out of your throat. "Please," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut at the pressure that writhed in your core.

Joel's fingers lifted the hem of your shirt, his mouth widening in a grin at the way that your stomach rose and fell in spattered pants. "Come on, darlin'," he crooned, "open those pretty eyes for me. Gotta see you, doll."

It was all you could do not to take his hand in your own and shove it to your core where you needed him desperately, but you did as he asked.

"That's it, baby," he breathed, good girl."

You'd become familiar with the way your stomach clenched at his use of pet names, but this was new. You had done well for him. You wanted to stay that way. "Will you touch me please? I need—"

"So eager," he murmured, leaning in with his lips to your earlobe. "Lemme take my time with you, dollface." And then his lips were wrapping to the soft part of your ear, his teeth grazing at your skin. Paired with this sensation and the heady feeling of his hand on your waistband, fumbling to push his hand beneath it, you arched your back and released a series of high-pitched whines.

"JoelJoelJoelpleasepleaseplease," you were overcome with the pure, unbridled need that was speeding through your body like a tidal wave on a summer day.

"Alright, darlin', alright," he acquiesced, pushing his hand into your waistband and pulling it down over your hips. You didn't even have the mind to be shy about being laid bare to him this way; you just needed him to touch you.

Before you could beg him again, he had his fingertip on your core, sliding it gently through your slick heat. "Oh, baby," he groaned, rutting his hips against your side. His bulge pressed into your hip and you flexed your fingers to reach for it. "M'never gettin' used to how wet you are for me," his voice shook.

One finger became two, and then his fingertips were rubbing sweet circles to your sensitive bud, drawing near pornographic moans to tumble past your lips. "Can I touch you, please?" you begged, your hand fisting your bedsheets. "Wanna touch you, Joel, please."

He hummed against your ear as he swiped another finger against your bud and lifted your hand to his lips. "Sure thing, doll," he said, and placed it in his hair. Your fingers instinctually carded through the coarse strands, and you blushed when his eyes fluttered closed. "Hold on tight if you need to, pretty girl," he grinned, and lemme know if it's too much."

You were going to ask if what was too much, but then he dipped his finger further down your core, notching it at the small opening. You hadn't even thought this far ahead, that things would eventually lead here. Something pulsed and you whined, tugging his hair in your hand.

"Look at you, so ready for me," he murmured against your neck. His tongue swept out to lick a small stripe along the sensitive skin there and when you let out a stuttering breath he chuckled. "You are ready for me, aren't ya, pretty girl?"

You couldn't nod fast enough. "Please," you choked out, and then he was pressing his finger inside you.

It was a small intrusion, but overwhelming all the same. In all your years, you'd never had the thought that it could feel this good to have him close to you like this. He was only as far as the first knuckle, but with the way that his bulge was nudging your hips, he wanted much more. "Good girl," he breathed, "such a good girl, openin' your legs like this."

"Wanna touch you," you whimpered again, vision blurring with the desperation that coursed through your veins. "Please, Joel, let me touch you."

He kissed you, but you could hardly focus enough to move your lips against his. "Already touchin' me," he said. "You want more?"

"Yes," you nodded feverishly, releasing your hand from his hair. "I wanna..." you looked down at his bulge and licked your lips.

Joel's eyes were wide as he whispered, "For fuck's sake, darlin', when you're cryin' about it..." he swiped a thumb across your cheeks, collecting a teardrop you hadn't even known was there. "How could I say no?"

Thankyouthankyouthankyou were the only words in your mind, a jumbled mess as you reached for him. Your finger traced his length and before you knew it, you were reaching inside his boxers to release it from its constraints. "Holy fuck," you whined, bucking your hips into his hand as you saw just how big he was, long and thick and heavy in your hand. "Need it," you found yourself whispering. "Need you."

It was all you could do before he pushed his finger further, then out, and then in, just enough to throw you closer to that addicting edge of ecstasy. Once again, you found yourself enveloped in the thick pressure of pure desire in his arms.

He pressed the pad of his thumb to your bud and swirled circles in your heat, his lips connecting to your ear once more. "Alright, baby. Alright, baby," he practically chanted in a low tone, nibbling on your lobe just hard enough to pinch the skin. "C'mon now, squeeze my finger like that, that's it," he groaned, drawing out the final two syllables, "good girl."

With his hand in the crux of your legs and his mouth connected to your ear, whispering the filthiest things you'd ever heard in your sheltered life, you threw your head back into the pillow and curled your legs toward him, your hand squeezing his cock tightly as you continued your strokes.

The sounds that erupted from your throat as you burst in a state of pure pleasure were the most pitiful (and yet electrifying) noises you'd ever heard yourself make, and you couldn't help but continue rolling your hips into his hands, chasing the feeling until it became more intense and your legs began to twitch again. "Joel," you mewled, voice breaking, "I need you."

A teasing chuckle sounded, and your cheeks warmed as he removed his hand from your slick. "So much you don't know, dollface," he crooned, tracing his index down the line of your nose. He pushed another, shining with your release, into your mouth. The sweetness nearly made you fall apart again. "Don't know if you're ready for that."

Your body was on fire, nearly throbbing with the insatiable need to be wrapped in his arms, with his hands everywhere, his lips anywhere. Your hand had been moving on his shaft, but his hips stuttered with your next words. "I am," you insisted, "I need you, please. I wanna feel you everywhere."

Joel's pupils went wide and he shuddered out a breath, mumbling a string of curses with his eyes shut. He thrusted his hips into your hand and then your skin was sticky and warm with his own release, some of it landing on your stomach where you lay beside him.

"Shit," he groaned with a rueful smirk. "Maybe I'm not ready for that yet." His breath fanned deliciously over your skin as he continued. "Can't hardly last long enough with the thought of stretching you out like that, baby."

You grinned, and you didn't mind the fact that he could definitely see the flush in your cheeks. "No?"

He shook his head. "Fuck no. I don't wanna think about how quickly I'll come if I were to be inside that pretty pussy yet," he said with a short and gentle tap to your mound. When your hips arched off the mattress and you whined at the sensitivity, he cooed apologetically.

"Isn't that a good thing?" you frowned slightly. "I thought I was making you feel good."

"Makin' me feel too good," he mused, bringing his hand up to hold your face toward him once more. He winked. "Can't have me comin' before you do, sweet girl. Not very gentlemanly of me."

You couldn't help the pang of doubt that clouded your face, and it must have been obvious, because then he was cupping the back of your head and pulling you to his chest. Humming into your neck, he smirked. "Besides, I want to be able to take my sweet time with you. To see you squirmin' beneath me like you do, baby? S'enough to make the pope leave the goddamn church."

tysm for reading, i can't believe you guys convinced me to write MORE filth for these two. u made it to the end, lemme know what you thought!

[two-red-butterflies]

the bravest soldier | m33

Description: Max Verstappen and his girlfriend go inside a taxi (not knowing that it's a prank set up for him) in which, their relationship is made public.

Pairing: max verstappen/model!leclerc!reader

yournameleclerc1 he loves himself ladies and gentlemen 💙

tagged: max verstappen

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user19: UMM??? Y/N??? baramram3: i smell y/n x max 😳 maxverstappen1: 😆

"It's more of a red and orange day," he explained, moving his arms around and placing the cap on his head. He fancied himself a fashion connoisseur at home, even helping you pick out outfits for work - but when he was out with friends and the media? The same cap was on his head - the same polo, and it was frustrating.

"I actually feel proud 'cuz I forced you to wear white," you chuckled as he opened the taxi door. "Don't be too cocky, liefde." he rolled his eyes - helping you carry the luggage inside the car.

"Maybe I'll get you to wear red soon," you add - and he gently nudges you inside. "The day that pigs fly - maybe." he laughed, settling his hand on your thigh. The taxi driver in front of you looked familiar - but you couldn't remember where you saw him.

"Oi! Are you Max Verstappen?" the man rudely asks and your boyfriend nods his head. His grip on your thigh tightens - praying to the gods that he wouldn't recognize you. "Yes," he answered politely, playing with the straps of your seatbelt. He was a professional driver but seldom wore it in the passenger seat.

"Very nice eh? Must be the dream." the man complimented, moving his car away from a section of the airport. "We'll be going to ******," your boyfriend informs while fastening the seatbelt around your waist. "If you don't mind - I don't use those digital map thingies. I think that if you wanna be a taxi driver, you gotta know the roads." the man rambled, and your boyfriend continued smiling.

"Yeah, I guess that's the best way to get around things." he replied while playing with his phone. He couldn't believe that the both of you were unlucky enough to score a chatty driver. "How about the girl beside you? Is she your sister?" the man asks intrusively, and a nervous chuckle escapes both of your lips.

"No, she's uhh - my girlfriend." Max confirmed proudly, wrapping his free hand around you. "That very nice," the man nodded his head - trying to get out of a conversation that he started.

leclercuniverse16: ya'll...check channel 4 💀

arthurleclercsupporter1192: YA'LL CHANNEL 4 IS LIVE??? HOW DID REDBULL APPROVE THIS?? HOW DID MAX VERSTAPPEN'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS??? HOW DID Y/N LECLERC'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS?? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

charles16ismydaddy: what is going on? i don't have ch 4 - arthurleclercsupporter1192: they were doing one of those gags where they prank celebrities and MAX VERSTAPPEN went inside the taxi with Y/N LECLERC AND HE SAID "No she's my gf" LIKE

LandoNorris

"Y/n what was that?"

Y/N:

landaurrnorris12: lando wtf is this 😭 - LandoNorris: had to jump on it before charles finds out

bellawherehaveubeenloca: TELL CARLOS TO TELL CHARLES - LandoNorris: I think Checo would appreciate having a teammate that's alive ✌🏼

"I'm sorry, I think I took the wrong turn." the taxi driver apologizes, quickly pulling up a paper map from his pocket. "It's totally fine," you smiled at him, playing Helix Jump on your cellphone. He begins driving towards an empty field - to the right place.

"I'm sorry but I got to take a wee," the man apologizes again and your boyfriend agrees; mumbling something along the lines that he understands. Once the taxi driver was out of the car, Max began to panic. "Where are you going?" you ask and he opens the door.

"I think we should get out," he informed you, taking your seatbelt off. "Why?" you inquire - caught in headlights in the sight of danger. "There might be a bomb here," he explained and your eyebrows merged into each other. "Like assassins sent by Ferrari or something," you attempt to lighten the situation but ultimately - the both of you exit the vehicle.

Wildunchartedwatteers

Charles getting out of his car to find Max and Y/N

Y/NL/NWORLDGOSSIP

"Assasins sent by ferrari" Nooooo the enemy (Max Emillian Verstappen) has brainwashed you!!

After a long ride - you finally reached your destination. Max made sure that you were the first person to exit the car. "What's with the cameras?" the man asked while helping your boyfriend take a few of the remaining luggage inside the car. "Umm I don't know - probably something about a documentary," he shrugged, telling the cameras to leave you out of the frame.

"Wait really? Really?" the man repeated the question while taking his disguise off. An amused chuckle exits your lips - he was one of the interviewers for the sports channel. "Fucking hell mate," Max laughed, realizing that it was a setup. "I thought that you were some creep," he grinned while scratching the back of his head.

"He was prepared to run away," you say from behind the camera. "I hope it's fine that I exposed your relationship," the man apologized - quickly telling Max that it wasn't part of the plan. "Nah, you're fine mate - we've been meaning to tell the public anyways." he comforted - freezing once he sees the faint figure of your brother running towards the both of you.

[james-is-here]

(late) Halloween post bitches 😎✌🏼

Had to remake this but luckily I was just making the header and adding tags so I didn't lose too much 😁 and I'm proud that I posted a holiday fic 😌 I believe this fic shows how creative I am.

Spider divider by @adornedwithlight

Is there a pairing in this? I don't know, read and find out 😏

Special tag for @succubus-hansol 😁 I've had this in my docs for a few months now. 9k+ words 😲 Long but worth the read.

Blogs: @forever-atiny @lemon--shark @victorbutnotreally @leezanetheofficial @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @yongbokkk @dontwannaexsist @tomorrowxtogather 

Tags: Vampires, Blood, fighting, abuse, fluff then angst then fluff, Vampire Mirror logic what's that?, should be implied that the boys are all together

Lmk if I forgot a tag or you want to be added to taglist :)

The sky was sparkling and the night was cool as the fluttering of wings flapped above an 18th century, two-floor house, a black roof and grey exterior walls, and a patio that wraps around to the left side. A courtyard with a fountain in the middle has a cobblestone path circling it, leading to the patio stairs in front of the front door. A fence with a gate around the whole lot.

The house resides on the outskirts of the town of humans. It's on a shallow hill, often used for dares. ‘Fifty bucks for the first one to reach the gate without backing out.’ 'I dare you to stand at the Shadowborne gate for five minutes without one of them noticing you.'

Shadowborne, that's the species that lived in the house, but it wasn't the entire species obviously. One clan resided in the house, the Stravian Kin Clan, and the human folk knew what they were, a couple of humans once tried to venture further than the gate one night which resulted in the law within the town that prohibited any residents from going into the forest after the clan leader left the trespassers worse for wear.

That never stopped the occasional rebellious teens from slipping through the fence to fulfill their bet or dare.

One night though, no humans trespassed or disturbed the land as a few bats flew and played around above the house, sometimes landing on the roof to settle down. Still, the playfulness continued with sneaky crawling before nipping at the victim and chirping happily at the reaction.

Two small bats were flying around while a slightly larger one sat on the roof when a fourth bat showed up, seemingly out of the clouds and the two smaller ones stopped flipping in the air to watch the new arrival above them before its wings stilled and it began to fall to the ground.

They watched as it fell to the ground before turning to the one on the roof. He chirped, flapping his wings to head for the balcony at the back right of the house on the second floor that leads to a large round room with bookshelves and pillows strewn about on a large cushion-like rug, covering the floor of the whole room.

The bats fly over to the balcony before three clouds of two deep red swirls twist around and up as full bodies are revealed before it dissipates and the now human-like forms take off in a run out of the room. They push through the doors and run to the right before coming to the wide opening of the stairs, dashing down the first staircase, turning on a flat section before coming to the last staircase and taking two at a time.

The taller one became impatient and grabbed the railing at the flat part before jumping over and landing on the first floor as the other two followed the stairs and continued the rest of the way, a few steps behind the taller one.

“Hyung!!” The one who jumped the stairs called out before he went to the front window and looked into the courtyard. “Hyung!!” One of the others, a blonde, ran to the right through the living room to the study as the other, a brunette, ran left towards the kitchen.

The “Hyung” in question appeared a second later, opening the study doors and the blonde collided with his chest with a ‘oof’. “Sorry! There's a bat! Th-They flew from the clouds before going limp and falling. Th-Their flight pattern was slow and staggered slightly, I think they're hurt.” “Did you recognize them?” “Uh…” If the blonde could blush, he would cause then he says with a chuckle, “Um, no. The…The moon was behind him…”

The older one huffed a smile before both were turning to the male at the window. “I can see him!” He yelled. “Him?” “Yeah! He's next to the fountain, he just reformed in a cloud of rust.” “Rust?” “Yeah, it was like a rust color.”

“Hyunjin, away from the window.” The tall vampire, Hyunjin, slouched away from the window and sat back on his shins with a small pout as he watched the older vampire open the door and walk out to the edge of the front deck.

He listened closely, watching the figure before he spun around when he heard another boot hit the wood porch. “No, back inside.” He scolds the blonde like a dog and he backs up before going over to Hyunjin and peaking through the curtain with him.

Chan slowly steps off the patio into the gravel. He slowly stalks forward, straining his enhanced hearing to the edges to listen to the figure as he circled the fountain. His inner protector senses the figure as a threat as he stalks forward and one more step has the figure turning his head before he's upright, trying to drag himself away from the taller, intimidating, clear leader of the territory he crashed into.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry! P-Please have mercy…m-mercy, please. I-I w-won't bother y-you, sir, I-I’ll leave j-just please, I-I need-” He yelps and stops scooting back away from the other vampire when a twig from a dying bush from the garden surrounding the path stab into the wound on his side. He cries out painfully, falling onto his back with his eyes squeezed shut to not cry, to not be weak as he pushes the twig away from him and gripping his side.

“Why are you here, Emberborne?” Is all the leader says.

Emberborne. Like Shadowborne’s, their bat forms are a reddish-orange, living West of where Shadowborne’s inhabit. So why and how is one all the way East and by itself?

“I-I don't…I d-don't mean…harm...” The boy is panting heavily, eyes trained on the night sky and almost hyperventilating before he huffs out heavily a couple of times, his eyes fluttering shut while his hand lets go of his side and his head slowly falls to the side, unconscious.

The Shadowborne, Chan, steps closer until he crouches down next to the boys left side and gently moves his hand to look at the wounds on his side and stomach. The loose-fit shirt, frilly with large sleeve cuffs, typically what older generation vampires wore, was torn and bloody. On the boy's side were two large open wounds, but not as deep as a gash, almost like something grazed him and took the top layer on skin but when Chan grazed lightly over the middle wound on the side of the boys stomach to move the shirt, he hissed as his fingers suddenly stung slightly.

Moving the shirt out of the way, he sees a silver bullet. He moves to the right side of the Emberborne quickly, picking him up with an arm under his knees and his upper back then turning back to the house.

Hyunjin and the blonde were at the front door the moment Chan had stood up with the boy. “Go get Minho.” “Chan Hyung, he’s with Changbin to get the supplies from the forest border.” Hyunjin reminds him as Chan gently puts the boy on the couch so his wounded side is facing him.

Groaning, he sighs while removing the boy's top. “Okay. Hyunjin, in the study behind the desk, is an old black bag. Can you get it? Felix, go get one of Innie’s shirts and prepare a room. Where’s Jisung?” “He went to the kitchen to, I assume, look for you.” “Get him along with some blood packs.”

Hyunjin returned with the black bag as Felix went off. Opening it and digging around, Chan pulls out a small pair of medical tongs and a small glass jar. “Hyung, who is this?” “Don’t know. He’s an Emberborne and…” He drags out as he carefully uses the tongs to grab the silver bullet and carefully extract it, placing it in the small jar and then putting the lid back on. “...He must've been attacked. Eh, Don't touch that.” Though it was in a glass jar, it was still a silver bullet, so he quickly slapped Hyunjin’s hand away when he reached out to look at what Chan had just removed.

He pulls out gauze along with a bandage. “Come here, Jin.” He guides the young vampire to sit on the back of the couch while holding the unknown boy up so he can place the gauze and cotton along the wounds before wrapping the bandage around his torso. “His healing is gonna be slow until he wakes up and he can feed,” Chan explains when he sees the confusion on Hyunjin’s face as he sits on the couch with the boys head on his lap.

“What could an Emberborne even be doing here?” Hyunjin asked. “Ran away? Outcasted? Lost his clan? Who knows. We’ll just have to wait until he wakes up.” Chan mutters as he puts everything back in the back except the tongs and the jar.

Felix returns with Jisung and two other seemingly younger vampires behind him. “Okay, gotta get some of this into his system,” Chan mutters as he takes the pack of blood from Jisung and the shirt from Felix. From the front door, two vampires walk in as their reforming smoke dissipates behind them and they're carrying large bags on their shoulders. “Hey, We’re- Woah.” The last two clan members stop at the sight of the others surrounding what they think is a human on the couch.

At the sign of Minho about to hiss as he glared at the boy, Chan handed the bag that was dripping blood into the boy's mouth to Hyunjin, who continued the steady dripping, before standing up. “It's not a human, it's a vampire.” “How do you know?” “Well, his fangs, the slight burn marks on his wounds from a silver bullet-” “The fact that he was a bat and almost crashed into us.” Jisung cuts him off as he points between him and Felix then Hyunjin speaks up without looking away from feeding the unconscious vampire. “He reformed in a cloud of rust.”

“Okay, I got it.” Minho relaxed as Chan took the bag from him. “Oh, I tidied up the room next to the library for him.” “Thank you, Felix. Wanna take him up?” Felix nods before taking the half dripped pouch from Hyunjin and picking the boy up in a princess carry and taking him through the large foyer and up the stairs to the room he made up.

It's the size of a master bedroom, all of them are, and in the center against the right wall is a queen bed covered with a dark green quilt and matching canopy hanging from wooden posts.

Felix gently places the boy on the bed where he folded the blanket and sheet out of the way. As he tucks the boy in, he goes to walk away but stops and gently moving his hair away from his eyes. “You look so young.” He mutters to himself before taking his hand from under the blanket, looking at where an existing pulse point would've been.

Felix’s brows furrow before placing it back next to him and took his other wrist. “No mark?” “Emberborne’s aren’t like us, Lixie.” Felix jumps, turning to see Chan walk in and walk over to him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Right. I wasn't really taught about Emberborne’s…Before I found you, my old clan literally obliterated everything about Emberborne's.”

“Shadowborne's have been marking their offspring with their clan sigils for eternity, even in today’s evolved age. It's for protection and safety and forms when we grow into our vampire side. Unfortunately, with Emberborne's, they still have old ideations like us but believe they need to grow up and survive on their own, that they don't need protection of their family. They don't get any marks until they make their own family. An emberborne once lived to be three hundred and six before they got a sigil, finding their partner. They were the last of their birth family to get their own family sigil.” “Wow.”

Felix began to absentmindedly rub his thumb back and forth on the boy's knuckles, looking away from Chan to look down at his peaceful face. “What got him?” “I assume Hunters. Pulled a silver bullet out of one of the wounds.” “What? That's not cool.” “No, it's not. Oh…” Chan pulled something out of his pocket and moved to sit on the other side of the boy. “I noticed sun burn welts as you were bringing him up here.”

He gently moved the blanket away and moved the top part of his shirt. “Oh no.” Felix sat on the bed, watching Chan rub an ointment over red patches on the boy's chest. “Attacked during the day? He must've been chased out of wherever he was hiding.” Felix says as he hovers a finger over one of the burns. “There's no signs that show how old he is. Do they age slowly like us?” “They do. He may look the human age of nineteen but he may be one of our ages.” “Well, Hyunjin looks nineteen but he's like two hundred.” Chan snickers as he caps the ointment.

“You're really invested in this boy.” “I’m just worried about him and he looks interesting. You know me, I cried when we found Seungmin and he said a wolf got him.” “You do know that when he's awake and healed, we’ll have to send him off…right?” “Wha- But Hyung-” “We can't keep an Emberborne. Ember and Shadow don't mix.” “But…But you brought him in. You bandaged him up, you care about him.” “Felix!” Chan bared his fangs and his eyes flashed before closing his eyes the moment he saw Felix flinch and took a deep breath while looking away.

“I did what I did because I couldn't leave him with the bullet. Plus he begged for mercy, I couldn't-” He's silent for a moment. “Couldn't just leave him...” “Hyung…” Felix says softly as he watches Chan get off the bed and walk towards the door. “Come on. Let him rest.” Chan mutters as he stares at the floor, hand on the door.

Felix walked over to him, glancing back to the boy then to Chan. “Go.” Chan says firmly, tilting his head out the door to get Felix to walk out. Felix sighs, looking down at his hands and walking to the left to the library, probably to curl up in his corner Chan predicts.

Chan sighs, looking back at the boy on the bed before walking out.

Chan and his clan had long been asleep before the sun began to rise. He's buried under his dark red bedding with one of his younger vampires tucked in his arms who snuck in shortly after he fell asleep so he’s not sure who it is.

It had only been two hours, behind the thick curtains the sunrise peaked behind the clouds and lit the outside of the house with the new daylight but Chan suddenly jerks awake, looking around the dark room to figure out what was wrong.

Looking down, he notices the body in his arms was Felix. He's glad he didn't completely put off Felix from earlier.

Unwrapping his arms from the blonde, he slips out of bed, going to check the house just in case. Maybe his senses were detecting one of his vampires out of bed, possibly Changbin trying to sneak one of his pouches. Changbin was banned from the fridge during the day, their night time, after the last time he took one a day early and ended up having to wait an entire day before they could get their next month's supply. His feeding schedule was shit after that and they had to bribe their supplier for an extra pouch.

Their supplier being at the human towns hospital, an older doctor that they made a deal with after the human trespassing law was made. No humans in their forest for a month's worth of blood packs. The town didn't want anymore deaths so some of the residents donate blood simply for the vampires.

When Chan left his room, he was on the other side of the house from the library, he walked to the left towards the stairs, pausing at the other doors he passed by to hear the breathing of one or two of his clan, only passing the rooms who's doors were open.

Changbin’s door was closed with two sets of breathing, so that rules out Changbin sneaking blood and explains Hyunjin’s door being open as Hyunjin usually slept with Changbin. Seungmin’s door was closed but Jeongin’s was open and with Minho’s being closed and Jisung’s being open, and Felix with him, the two baby vamps were together and Ji was with Min or one baby was with Ji and the other with Min.

So what woke him up?

That's when a thought entered his head and he walked to the library. When he gets there, he freezes, lowering his body as he slowly stalks to the open bedroom. Peaking in, the blankets on the bed are thrown away and there's no longer a body, the blood pack Felix left behind now on the floor, empty. His thoughts are on overdrive as he dashes over to the rope hanging at the end of the hall and pulls, it was an old design feature that came with the house that triggers small bells that are in each room.

He hears a yelp near the stairs and runs over to it, finding the boy from before. “Wait, Don't move!” The boy looks up to the second floor balcony and Chan can see and hear his rapid breaths along with noticing the blooming red staining the shirt which means his bandages were soaked as well before the boy takes off in the direction of the living room. “Wait!” By that time, the others are out of bed, alert but mostly grumpy at being woken up so early into their sleep.

The sun just rose for crying out loud.

“Corner him, I think he's trying to leave.” He calls out when he can feel the others growing closer as he jumps over the railing and follows the boy.

He follows him through the living room and into the study. He runs behind the desk, cowering against the decommissioned fireplace behind it before glancing at the side door that leads to a passageway to the kitchen.

Chan lowers his height, hands outstretched to stop him. “Hold on, wait, it's okay, you're okay.” “I-I’m sorry, I don't-” “It's okay, calm down, we won't hurt you. What’s your name, fledgling?” The boy pants, glancing at the door then back to the person in front of him. “Don't, please. It's okay.” Chan slowly steps forward, crouching down lower to look less intimidating which shocks him himself but he chalks it up to just not wanting the boy to aggravate his wounds and dressings.

He barely gets another step when the boy takes off, pushing open the cracked door and running to the kitchen with Chan following.

In the kitchen, Changbin and Felix are waiting, listening, until Changbin is turning when he hears the running in the study’s hallway.

The boy was looking behind him, watching out over his shoulder for Chan before turning and stopping with a squeak when he noticed Changbin. He swerves, diverting the other way but is stopped by Felix and he runs back the other way, dropping to his knee and sliding past Changbin before standing back up, staggering and holding a hand to his side as he looks back at the other three before running again and Chan follows, Changbin and Felix joining as well shortly after.

The boy runs back to the foyer, through the empty room that used to be a dining room and to the stairs. Running up the stairs, he runs in the direction of the room he first left but Minho and Seungmin block him. He skids to a stop, going to run the other way but Jisung, Hyunjin, and Jeongin block him.

Breathing heavily, fear and panic washed over his face as he looked at each of the split groups, from the two on his left then the three on his right, then the three below him.

A window catches his eye, poised above the flat level of the stairs that conjoin the first level and second level staircase. A slight billow of the curtain pinned to the wall to still keep light out giving away that the window was open. “Wait! Wait! Don't do it!” Chan exclaims, noticing the boy glance at the window.

He shrinks back to the wall, looking to his left and right again to see the other strangers have gotten closer. “Stop him!” Chan yells at the two groups but the boy is already running the moment Minho dashes forward to grab him.

His transformation is quick, rust smoke envelopes his body and dissipates as a bat emerges and he’s trying to fly up to the window but with a weak chirp and pained squeak, his flying falters and he falls. “No!” Chan runs forward and catches the weakened Vampire in his hands.

The bat squeaks and chirps, flapping in Chan’s hands as the groups on the second floor have converged and looked over the railing the moment the bat began to fall.

“Shh, Shh, it's okay little fledgling, we won't hurt you. Settle down, it's okay.” Chan says in a hushed tone, a hand moving from underneath the bat to rest over his back and using his thumb to pet his head. “It's okay. You have to calm down little one. You almost got yourself burned.” Still panting and breathing heavily, the flapping has stopped, wings draped over Chan’s hand as he looks up at the male holding him. “It's daytime. You would've made your condition worse.”

Chan continued to pet his head as Felix and Changbin walked up next to him while the others still watched from above. “Are you calm enough? Wanna reform?” He watches the bat heave a few more breaths before his head falls flat on Chan’s palm like a dog draped over the arm of a chair, looking up at him and making Chan huff a small laugh. “Want me to set you down or do you need a toss?” He flicks his wings and Chan steps back towards the stairs, the other two walking back from him to give him space.

Chan tosses the bat gently in front of him before rust smoke is swirling around and the boy reforms then promptly falls to the floor, legs folded underneath as his hands hold him up on the floor. “I-I’m sorry..” He breathes out with an exhale, voice soft and gentle as he tries to catch his breath. “I-I didn't mean to…I’m sorry.” He whimpers and Chan carefully steps forward.

“It's okay. What’s your name?” “M-Mn…a-and I’m not a fledgling…I’m two hundred and fifteen.” “Sorry, I did that out of habit. You look young like Hyunjin.” You look up and back, eyes jumping from one vampire to the other before dropping your head back down. “I didn't mean to invade your territory…I-I was f-fleeing from hunters and they found me…I-I was so scared, I started running without reforming or thinking. Th-They chased me till dusk, one got me with his bullets. The trees barely covered me.”

Your right hand moved from the floor to absentmindedly touch your burns before a hand takes yours and you flinch. “Sorry, didn't want you to touch the ointment or the burn itself.” You gasp suddenly and your hand leaves his to go to your side. “The bullet. Where-” “I extracted it. Put it in a jar, might take it to the human town authorities so they could do something with it.”

You fall back, slowly scooting away. “H-Humans? Do you interact with humans?” Chan’s hand gently rests on your ankle. “No, we just have an alliance with them. The most interaction we do is with our blood supplier at the hospital. That's it.” “How…How do they trust you so easily?” “They made a law awhile back after I mauled two humans when they trespassed. Humans stay away from our property and we stay away from their town. Even our supplier stays away, just drops the bags at the edge of the forest.”

Your eyes water, glassy as you look up at Chan. “N-No humans?” “Yeah. Hey, don't cry. Are you hurt? Do you need anything?” “Wh-Why are you being so nice to me?” Chan hesitates, glancing at Felix next to him then back to the boy. “You begged for mercy…and I couldn't leave you with a silver bullet slowly killing you.” It's quiet for a moment other than the others moving to the second floor of the stairs and sitting along the banister. “The…Uh, the bullet is also blessed…M-Might want to take it to a priest as well…if the town has one.” You stare down at your fingers where the older vampire notices your burnt fingertips. “You tried to remove them.” “Yeah…the first two were painful and easy but the third one was too far.”

Shaking his head, he awkwardly looked around then back to the floor. “I, um, I’m sorry. I-I’ll be out tonight, I promise.” “You can stay until the silver effects wear out and you're replenished.” Looking at the grandfather clock next to the front door, it's eight in the morning and Chan giggles softly as he glances back at the others.

“Late night snack anyone?” “Me!” Changbin says first and gets up, already halfway to the kitchen and the others laugh and stand as well. “Come on. Let’s get some blood in you, might help get you closer to restoring your quick healing.” Chan helps you stand, supporting you as you stumble slightly then look over at Felix. “Hi…” “Hi.” Felix smiles. “Sorry I almost crashed into you and your friend.” “It's okay. Come on, let's go feed.” Felix gently holds your shoulder and helps guide you to the kitchen.

The others have already started to walk away before you and Felix except Minho who stands next to Chan, watching the two of you walk away. “What happened to Shadows not liking Embers?” “He's injured.” Chan shrugs, looking down at his hands. “Wouldn't be right, especially since...well y’know.” “Yeah, Yeah, begged for mercy.” “Silver doesn't take long to leave us so he should actually be good to leave tonight. Then he’ll be on his way.”

Minho scans Chan’s stance and listens to his tone of voice. “Why does it sound like you don't want him to leave?” “It's just the leader in me or something, feels wrong for him to be alone with no protection.” His thumb finds the mark on his left wrist, grazing over his Clan sigil, on his right wrist is his birth clan sigil. Minho takes his hand, replacing his thumb with his own. “He’ll get protection one day. That's how his species live. Now come on, Changbin might eat the whole stock.” That brings a small smile to Chan’s face, his fangs peaking through and Minho pokes his cheek while moving to take Chan's hand, lacing their fingers together. “Cute.” Chan swats him away, letting go of Minho’s hand then heads to the kitchen. “Chan! I’m just teasing!”

Chan was right when he said Mn would be okay by night. The remaining effects of the silver gone and plenty of blood had his quick healing restored as he slept. After everyone who wanted a pouch had one, everyone promptly went back to bed for the rest of the day.

Mn woke up first the moment he could hear the grandfather clock strike. Walking over to the window, Mn opened the curtain and watch the sky, the sun out of the way and leaving behind a beautiful night sky.

Mn sighs when he knows he’ll have to leave and go off flying again. He might as well leave now, Mn told them he'll be gone at night so he’ll be gone.

Wearing the youngest vampire’s shirt he was given, his boots in hand so as to not cause noise, he tiptoed his way next door, carefully opening the door then closing it and padding his way over to the balcony. He ties the curtain out of the way before carefully opening the window doors and walking out onto the patio.

Mn slipped on his boots and tie them before standing up, looking back into the house that he's felt the safest in ever before walking over to the stone railing and climbing up, jumping off before reforming and flying up. He hovers, taking one last look at the house before taking off into the clouds and away from the Shadowborne’s.

When Felix went to check on Mn when he woke, his whole body deflated at the open door before going to the library, deflating even more at the open terrace then going back to his room.

“Good evening, Felix.” Hyunjin greets with a yawn while rubbing his eyes, walking into his room and flopping on the bed next to him. “Mn’s gone.” Hyunjin drops his hand next to him and looks up at the male who's balled up on himself, arms wrapped around his knees as he stares at his blanket. “Well, of course he is. His quick healing must've kicked in while he was sleeping so he left like he said he would.” “Yeah, well…Kinda wanted him to stay around.” Felix mutters, turning away to bury half his face into his elbow. “He's an emberborne, Felix. The only reason he was here was to recover.” “I know…”

It was quiet for a while, Hyunjin rubbing his back before he shifts. “Um, I kinda want to be alone for a while. If you need me I’ll be on the living room ceiling.” “Oh…Okay Lixie.” The blonde reforms, swirl of deep red covering him before dissipating and Hyunjin watches the bat fly away towards the living room. “Oh Lix…” He says sadly as he gets up and leaves the boys room.

Walking downstairs, he looks up to find the boy curled up and huddled in the darkest corner of the ceiling, away from lights and candles. “Hyun?” He stood at the end of the living room in front of the study to look at Felix properly. “Whatcha looking at?” Chan asks, legs moving off the top of the desk as he puts his book down and joins the other. “A Felix.” Looking up as well, Chan spots him.

“Aw, why’s he in his corner?” “Mn’s gone.” Hyunjin answers simply and Chan sighs. “Sorry Lix.” The only reply he got was a small chirp before he looked down. “Good to know he's all better now.” He tells Hyunjin as he moves to the couch. “Yeah.” Hyunjin joins him, leaning into him.

“Hyung, I get that he begged for mercy and he was injured…but you seemed extra caring towards him. Even more than usual, as if he was a part of the clan like us.” “It was just the clan leader in me. He doesn't have his own family so he doesn't have a protective sigil.” “He doesn't? I knew they had to fend for themselves but they don't even have family sigils?” “Nope.” Chan took Hyunjin’s right hand to graze his thumb over his family mark. “They only get one, while we get a family…” he then reaches for Hyunjin’s other hand. “and clan marks, they only get family marks and only when they've found their partner.” “Like the three hundred year old Ember?” “Yeah.” “So…it could be even longer than that until an Ember finds it’s family? They go unprotected for that long?” Hyunjin’s voice was filled with concern, not exactly enjoying Emberborne traditions. “They do.”

They look up at the fluttering of wings to see Felix gently flutter his way down before landing on Chan who scoops him up and pets his head with his thumb, comforting his little bat. “We never asked why he was all the way over here. He's from the other side of the world.” “Yeah…but he’ll be fine on whatever journey he's on.” Chan replies and lifts Felix up as he tucks his wings to his sides. The older male gently kisses the top of Felix’s head and he chirps, relaxing in Chan’s hold.

The rest of the night, the others carried Felix around. When he's down he prefers to be small, to be coddled, and to be held. When he's small, they can hold him and he won't be in the way unlike his full form.

He was resting with his eyes closed on Chan’s shoulder, the older vampire walking around trying to find something to do when there was a knock on the front door.

“Jeez, what stupid humans decided to trespass this time. Gotta give it to them though, they've never gotten to the front door.” Chan mutters, mostly to himself but also for Felix to hear if he's awake.

Chan went into the empty dining room, which Jisung has been trying to convince everyone to make into a second living room, to peek out the window. When he sees an old style of suit, lace cuffs showing from under an old, seemingly Victorian suit coat, he shuts the curtain and walks over to the door to open it and finds an old face to fit the old fashion.

“Are you the leader of the Stravian Kin clan?” “Yes? What's this about? We don't normally get other vampiric guests.” He can feel Felix shift on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck. “As a fairly recently formed clan, you and your brethren or consorts must attend the gathering of clans to form or reestablish alliances with other clans along with checking in with your family and friends.” The male hands Chan a rolled up scroll. “It’d also be best if you wear…less human clothes lest you stand out or draw attention.” Chan glances down at his boots, jeans, and t-shirt before looking up and nodding. “Yes, of course sir.” “and if you are a clan that has integrated into the more modern world, the shiny devices are prohibited.” “We aren't, that won't be a problem.”

The gentleman glances at Felix on Chan’s shoulder and smiles softly. “Do you mind?” He lifts his hand a little and Chan looks down at Felix who has been awake, now just flopped on the older male’s shoulder. Felix chirps and the man reaches up to gently pet his head. “My kin use to do this with me whenever I’m in my natural form. Not as much anymore due to them finding their own clans.” He pulls his hand away and Felix trills happily before snuggling back into Chan’s neck. “The gathering is…” He trails off before sighing. “Do you per chance have a clock?” “Yeah.” Chan steps back and looks towards the grandfather clock.

“It's eleven thirty five, sir.” “Thank you. The gathering is at two, in your scroll is a sigil. Simply run your fingers over it and your clan will be transported, saving you the long flight to Vesper Sanctum.” “Thank you, sir.” “Of course. Have a nice rest of your evening.”

Chan bows as the man turns around and leaves, shutting the door and sighing. “Great.”

“Do we really have to wear this?” Changbin complains. “Unfortunately.” “But I thought we wanted to be different and stick out?” Seungmin asks on the back of the couch, pulling at his collar.

Chan had to fly around the attic to find the old dress wear they used to wear before changing to more modern clothes. “Well, any other time, yes, but since we're a new clan and this is our first time doing something like this, I kinda don't want to make any bad impressions to future allying clans.” “About that, I think it's dumb. Why ask for alliance with some unknown clan of Shadowborne's when we're perfectly fine on our own. We have a deal with the human town, we're comfortable living here, why do all this?”

Chan sighs, moving from fixing Seungmin’s collar to standing in front of a frowning Minho to fix his shirt. “Protection, resources, friends? We're not the only new clan going, I’m sure. Plus every clan will be there, it's also a family reunion.”

“Will emberborne's be there?” Felix, having been coaxed out of his bat form by Jisung, asks quietly, voice soft and quiet as he fiddles with his frilly sleeves. “You didn't ask that man and he didn't mention it either.” Chan is silent for a moment then moves again to Felix who stands behind the couch. “I’m not sure.” He gently takes Felix’s hand to tuck the shirt sleeve into the coat sleeve. “But if they are…you can't run off.” Chan could feel it, feel Felix’s hope while also being able to see it in his eyes. Felix goes to protest, to explain why he's asking but he knows Chan knows why he's asking.

“Okay. I won't run off, but if…if he is there, and he comes over to us…what do we do?” Chan finishes tucking his sleeves, holding his hands gently yet tight. “Don't greet him like a friend. Greet him like any other clan associate.” Felix nods and Chan lets go of his hands, pulling him into a hug. “I’m sure he's okay, Felix.” “He just left though…he's probably not going to be there.” “We may be different but we're equally fast. And if you're right then I’ll hold your mopey little bat butt for as long as you need.” Chan says, hoping to make the younger laugh and it works, Felix pulling away with a light laugh and smile. “Thank you, Hyung.” “Always. Now let's get going, Bin looks like he's about to rip the lace.” “It's itchy.” The aforementioned male whines as the others laugh.

They gather around Chan as he opens the scroll to see his own sigil. Tracing the lines, it glows red and deep red smoke swirls around them from the ground and when it reaches their head and dissipates, they're stood in front of a castle, multiple clans walking through the front door and inside.

The scroll disappears in Chan's hand at the same time they hear hissing, looking up to see two women baring their fangs at each other. “Hyung, look.” Jeongin holds on to Chan’s arm and points to the ground.

Leading into the castle were two carpets, black on the left and red on the right. The two women stand in the middle where the carpets meet before two men split them apart and pull them inside. “I guess it's literally every clan.” Hyunjin mutters from behind Chan.

Taking a deep breath, he nods his head slightly then glances at the boys. “Come on.” He walks over to the black carpet with the others in tow, Jeongin still holding on to his arm as his gaze lingers along the red carpet they're walking away from.

When inside the large ballroom, Felix and Jeongin are immediately bombarded by their siblings from their family clan, hugs so tight both of the boys look like they're gonna suffocate if they weren’t already dead and didn't breath like normal humans.

Changbin’s sister soon appeared and eventually it was just him and the boys that didn't have siblings. He couldn't spot his family yet but when he did, he didn't leave Minho and Hyunjin behind.

Eventually they all returned back to Chan and he looked around to notice all the clans gathering together. He moves his to the wall out of the way of the others and as to not be in the center, too much attention for them.

A moment later, clans start walking around to other clans to begin mingling. “I think this is the alliance making part.” Minho whispers and Chan sighs. “Yeah…” “You okay?” “I honestly wanted to go home the moment after I saw my family.” Chan mutters, looking at the clans around him. “Now I’m tired.”

Minho takes his hand in one of his, patting it gently with the other before clasping it over their conjoined hands. “It's okay. Just focus on us for now.” He looks around to see his own clan talking to one another and smiles as he leans against the wall behind them. “Okay.”

They stood there for who knows how long, just in their own world in the back of the castle before Felix notices the edge of a dress in the corner of his eye and looks up. Emberborne's have begun mingling with some of the Shadowborne’s and the dress of one catches his eye. “You idiot, you trying to make the whole of this species hate us?” The woman screeched quietly as she drags another vampire by the ear next to them, a couple steps away.

“I meant what I said. Your idea of an arranged marriage to the opposite species of a clan I don't even care about is wrong.” The woman slaps him, an angry scowl on her face as the male clutches his cheek. “Mom-” “No. This is why you’ll never get a protection mark. You should be grateful we're even helping you get protection, you weakling. Couldn't even escape some hunters during your punishment. Should've just left the bullet in, save us the hassle.”

Suddenly a man is stomping over, moving the woman out of the way just to slap the male again. “You just lost us an eternity's worth of alliance with the oldest Shadowborne clan here. You're gonna go back over to them and agree to marry their daughter, you're gonna fix all of this.” “I don't even like their daughter.” Another slap, at this point, Felix is watching instead of listening, his silence drawing Seungmin’s attention as well as Jisung’s to the same sight.

“You're marrying her no matter what. You’ll be getting protection while also fixing the alliance you broke.” “No! I’m not gonna do it!” Chan and the others are now watching when they finally hear the fight not so far away from them.

“Don't make us force you to fly another world wide trip to learn your lesson. Maybe this time the sun will get you.” Chan’s hand tightens in Minho’s. He doesn't know who the kin is but just the sound of parents forcing their kin to fly across the world just to learn a lesson made him extremely angry.

“Do you want me to fix an alliance or do you want me dead, make up your fucking minds!” Another slap and now more clan’s have gathered to watch and listen, the Shadowborne’s looking worried while the Emberborne’s watch like the kin deserves whatever he's getting. Emberborne’s are so cruel to their unprotected kin, Chan thinks.

“You don't get to speak out like that.” The man finally moves, the woman and her dress originally blocking the vampire but now they could get a look at the abused vampire.

“MN!” Felix calls out before he can catch himself and he's shrinking in on himself as everyone turns to him and Chan steps forward, standing next to the blonde protectively. “How does he know your name?” The man, presumably Mn’s father, asks darkly, glaring at the boy. “They helped me after the hunters got me. They didn't leave me for dead with a blessed silver bullet stuck inside me. Cause I begged for mercy.” “They should've ignored it and let you die.” “Hey!”

They turn to Chan who stands in front of the others. “Just because you have different traditions doesn't mean you wish for your kin to be dead. And he has a point, you're making these comments about wanting him dead but you also want to force him to fix an alliance?” “Chan, don't-” His dad slapped him again, causing him to fall to the floor.

Chan doesn't know what came over him but in that moment all he wanted to do was protect. He dangerously bared his fangs to the Emberborne who turned towards him at the sound of Chan's low hiss. “N-No, Chan, please- Ah!” Mn’s mother kicked his side when he tried to get up, kicking him back to the floor as his father chuckled darkly. “You dare challenge me?” The older vampire smirks darkly, showing one of his fangs.

“Ch-Chan…don't do it…” Mn pleads softly from his spot on the floor, leaning on an elbow and looking up at the male and the others behind him.

“You want to challenge me, fine. Let's go outside.” Mn’s dad walks away and Mn tries to get up to follow them out but his mother steps on his back. “Dear, let him go. Since he’s the problem, he’ll be the prize.”

Mn’s mother lifts him up by the back of his coat, shoving him over to his father who grabs his jacket like the woman did and brings him outside. He throws Mn to the side as Chan stands on one side and he stands closer to the castle. They're a few feet apart, snarling at each other as they circle around.

“You win, you get Mn. I win, I get him and you’ll never see him again.” Mn’s dad declares before disappearing with speed to end up behind Chan and kick his back, knocking him down but he gets up and uses his speed as well, to try and knock his ankles out from under him but the other dodges and transforms in a rust cloud before flying away from Chan and reforming. No rules were established, Chan notes before transforming and darting out from his red cloud so fast that no one notices his small black form disappearing and curving to the right, reappearing at the other vampires left and reforming to kick him, destabilizing him and giving him the chance to swipe his foot and knock the other over before stepping back.

“Impressive.” The man complimented as he got up, gaze not leaving Chan. “But not enough.” He reforms again, flying to his left to circle Chan who watches, focusing on the bat circling him, spinning to his other side to continue following but there was no bat on his other side. He had tricked him but he couldn't turn fast enough before he was kicked to the ground again.

“Dad, please…” Chan hears Mn’s voice, looking up to see Mn’s mother holding him down, preventing him from intervening.

Suddenly, wave of energy crashed over Chan as his briefly red eyes meet Mn’s gold. Gasps and whispers start around them and it appears that Mn’s parents didn't notice what just happened.

Chan hasn't felt this since he first started his clan, since he first found his brethren before they became his consorts and their eyes quickly flash red.

Chan just bonded with an Emberborne.

He's got to win this, He's gotta beat Mn’s dad, He has to get to him. Who knows what title he’ll be given when he will claim Mn but he has to, has to take him from his wretched abusing family.

He pushes up, standing on his feet and turning to Mn’s dad who stands confidently in front of him with a cocky smirk. He reforms again, darting out of his smoke before it dissipates completely and he flies along the edge of the crowd before flying out and knocking his wing into Mn’s mother and disappears again.

“That little twerp.” The woman shouts as she looks around and Chan flies by her again and she yells in annoyance, trying to swat at him but Chan is already making another round and finally she does what he wanted her to do.

She stumbles back from stepping on Mn who’s quick to reform and fly away, blinding his mother with his smoke before it disappears and she's looking around for her son. “MN!”

Mn’s father looks around for Chan and his son, listening as best as he could for flapping wings before he's turning to the front of the castle. In front of the stone railing to the entrance stairs was Chan and Mn. “Can I bite you?” “What?” “Can I bite you? I can take you from your family, you can be with us.” “But I’m-” “Which Shadowborne would you prefer? Me or some random woman.” Mn gasps softly and Chan can see his eyes shine in the moonlight and the few flame lamps surrounding the yard. “Yes. Yes, you can, please, my family fucking sucks, please.”

“Stop this nonsense! No one has won, Mn move out of the way!” He turns to his father who's beginning to storm over to him. Chan stands behind him, his left hand grabbing and ripping the fabric of Mn’s suit out of the way as his right holds Mn’s waist and he leans down. “What are you doing!” “Winning my fight.” He smirks before leaning down and sinking his teeth into Mn’s exposed skin. Mn yelps out at the initial pain and intrusion before he groans, hand reaching up to Chan’s that rests on his shoulder.

The crowd gasps at Chan's actions, astonished that he matched and claimed an Ember so quickly and easily. Behind them, they could hear the rest of the clan cheer excitedly, especially Felix.

Chan was immensely comfortable where he was but still forced himself to pull back, pulling out his fangs as Mn moved his hand so they could both watch the Stravian Kin sigil almost burn into his skin but it really shows up as if someone was invisible and tattooing his wrist. It shined gold once it finished and Mn smiled.

They look away from the mark to Mn’s father who stares at them, practically gobsmacked. Chan smirks, leaning down and licking the blood off Mn’s shoulder without looking away from the older Vampire. “I win.”

Mn’s father huffs angrily, fisting his lapels and tugging them down, straightening his coat before transforming and flying away with Mn’s mother following shortly after.

Chan stands straight, watching them fly off and when he looks down, Mn is already looking at him. “You really want me in your clan?” “Well I can't take it back.” He lifts a hand and wipes a trail of blood off with his finger before licking it off. “And Felix probably won't let you leave again. Since you left, he was in his bat form until we had to get ready for this.” Before Mn could ask where he was, he saw someone jump over the railing next to them and turned in order to catch a blonde vampire.

“Mn! Are you okay? How are you? How’d you get here so fast? Did you miss us? I might've missed you. You paired with Hyung! How do you-” “Felix! Hey, calm down, I’m not going anywhere. Not anymore.” Felix removes himself from Mn and looks up at him before gasping. “Gold is really pretty on you.” Mn laughs and pulls Felix back into a hug before flinching and giggling as he pushes Felix away. “Okay, warn me before you lick me, please.” “Warning.” Chan cheekily mutters before cleaning the rest of his bite, Mn yelping at his voice suddenly being next to his ear. “Th-That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Chan Hyung! Can we go home? I’m tired.” Changbin asks as he pulls at his collar. Chan looks around before spotting the man that invited him to this place. “Do we have to fly back?” “No, where's your sigil?” “It disappeared when we got here.” “Oh, that's not meant to happen. Here.” He walks back into the castle before emerging with another scroll and handing it to Chan. “Here's a new one.” “Thank you.” “Of course.”

Chan turns back to his clan and watches Mn look at the other boys with flashes of gold. Smiling, he walks over to them. “Let’s go home.” Felix holds Mn’s hand as smoke envelops all of them and they're all back in the living room.

“Finally!” Changbin cheers before quickly running off to his room to change. “Come on, Mn.” Felix gently tugs Mn’s arm and pulls him towards the stairs.

Mn goes to walk to the room he was put in before but Felix stops him, pulling him towards his room. “The others had to deal with my bat butt for most of the night before the gathering, it's only fair for you to do your part.” Mn laughs, letting him lead him the other way to his room.

Felix had dark blue blankets and a match canopy. On the wall across from the bed was a vanity with a mirror. “Oh shoot.” Felix quickly went over to the large window and pulled his curtains closed, tying and tucking them to block out any light. Mn goes to walk over to Felix as he goes into the closet but the mirror catches his eye.

Tilting his head more to bare his neck, he reaches up to the still visible teeth marks from Chan, his fingers gently touching the area around it as he smiles, straightening his neck as he looks down at the vanity surface, shy of his own reflection.

“My mom always said I’d never mark or be marked…” He speaks aloud, knowing Felix will hear him. “I feel so…happy to see this after constantly being told I don't deserve a mark, that I deserve to be alone and unprotected.”

Felix had slowed down on the knot he was tying on his curtains, looking over to Mn. He stares at the male for a moment, thinking something over before walking over to him. “Can…Can I show you something?” Mn looks up at Felix and nods. “Um, your- Our…sigil is on you but there's another part to it.” “What do you mean?” Felix hesitates. Should he really be first? Chan was the first for all of them but since he connected to Mn at the castle he's been wanting to kiss Mn. “I-I assume it was gold when it appeared?” “Yeah.” “Do…Do you trust me?” Felix whispered, stepping closer to Mn, so close that Mn gasps softly as his breath hitched. “Y-Yeah. I-I do.”

Felix admires Mn’s rusty eye color for a moment before speaking again. “Close your eyes.” He whispers and Mn listens. Felix hesitates again before gently pressing his lips to Mn’s. Mn gasped but didn't pull away. They were both hesitant and cautious but eventually they moved in sync. Felix carefully cradled Mn’s face, parting his lips to drag his fangs over Mn’s bottom lip. Mn automatically parted his own lips and did the same before Felix dragged his tongue over Mn’s fangs.

Felix’s arms moved around Mn’s neck when his hands finally found Felix’s waist. Felix’s fangs pierced Mn’s lip slightly and he proceeds to lick up the blood and Mn hisses before pulling back and looking down at his wrist, the sigil glowing a bright red and it stung slightly. “What…” Mn whispered in awe and confusion. Felix was about to tell him what he just did before an echo of a voice sounded from the first floor by the stairs.

“Felix, I know you didn't just do what I think you did!!” Mn looks out the open door then over to Felix, brows furrowing in deeper confusion and they walk out the room and down the hall to look over the banister to see Chan looking up with his hands on his hip. “What do you mean?” Felix played innocent and Mn looked between the two.

“You binded with him.” “Binded with me?” Mn asked, still confused but Chan spoke over him. “Felix, I can smell your arousal from the study, I’m not dumb.” “Sorry, Chan. Technically speaking you were the first to Bloodbind and bite him so all I’m really doing is going next before the others.” Watching Felix defend himself was adorable to Mn. He leans in, kissing Felix’s cheek and he stops mid sentence. “Can someone explain what Bloodbinding is?” “Y-You-” Felix blinked and shook his head. “Uh, Your parents didn't tell you? That's one of the things all vampires have in common.” “Felix, my parents didn't believe I’d ever find my own clan.” “Right, uh…”

He looks back down to Chan, the older vampire crossing his arms as he watches them, then back to Mn. “I’m gonna go see, Hyunjin, for a moment then I can-” “Felix, it's coming from him too.” Chan interrupted Felix, who's become flustered. “Well, I wasn't sure if- It's his first time doing this I didn't think-” Mn eventually understood what was going on and turned Felix towards him with a finger under his chin and pecked his lips. “I-I don't mind helping…” Mn muttered shyly and Felix stared at him with wide eyes before shakily nodding. “Y-Yeah, Yeah, okay.”

Chan shakes his head, a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips, as they step away from the banister and make their way back to Felix's room. He finds it both amusing and heartening that Felix is already captivated by Mn, almost as if the two were destined to connect. The ease with which Mn has also woven himself into the dynamics of their clan fills Chan with a sense of relief, knowing that this new bond has formed so effortlessly in their unique clan.

[paddockbunny]

Don’t Blame Me - Part 3

Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on a plate? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (Max Verstappen’s GF) Word Count : Multi-part imagine - part 3 is 2800 words Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, fantasising having sex with someone who isn’t your boyfriend, sexual themes, or female receiving Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : this chapter features Max Verstappen in a sexual situation so please note as I know some people do not like to engage with Max content. But it will be worth it in the end ✌🏼*** denotes a flashback x

Brazil ’23

You made it back to the hotel in one piece. Max’s hands had been all over you in the back of the car. His lips were on every inch of visible skin he could find. You wondered if the driver thought it was inappropriate behaviour or was annoyed by the giggling that left you every time he pressed his lips against various body parts and hands found another part of you to caress. But you were enjoying it too much to even care. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him. He had had a strange day – after being at the lower half of the grid in practice then doing a recovery drive and putting it on pole for the actual race on Sunday. It was a mixed bag but he seemed fuelled by something. Not that you were in anyway complaining.

When you finally pulled up to the hotel, still slightly breathless with your lip-gloss anywhere but your lips, you saw the crowds of fans instantly. You knew this meant that he was going to have to spend a while signing caps and posing for pictures with fans. It momentarily halted the earlier make-out session from progressing but you appreciated this was just simply part of Max’s job. You smiled as you parted from him and went to wait inside the hotel – where you could indulge in the air conditioning to cool your body temperature down from the aftermath of Max’s seduction. Watching him through the floor to ceiling windows you felt the rush of adoration. Max always seemed to get a bit of a bum deal with people thinking he wasn’t good to his fans. You could attest that he was amazing with them and always took time out of his own day to speak to them and make them feel special – even if he was trying to conceal his semi while doing so as he currently was.

 

Twenty minutes later Max came waltzing through the door and came straight over to you. “Are you hungry?” He asked as you arose to your feet. “Not really.” You shrugged and an amused and delighted smile spread broadly across his face. “Good.” He boldly and bluntly stated. His hand slipped into yours as he pulled you in the direction of the elevator. He pressed the button. He leaned into you as you waited and you could feel his hot breath against your ear. In a low purr he spoke quietly against your hair; “I’m hungry” He breathed “but not for food.”

 

Falling into hotel rooms had become your favourite pastime. Especially when your boyfriend’s incredible lips were attached to your own like they were right in that moment. The pair of you had picked up exactly where you had left off. Max’s hands were firmly positioned around your waist (where they belonged) holding you into him like he never wanted to let you go. He held you upright as you stumbled back, trying to keep your balance while he lead you straight over toward the bed. Your stomach twisted and tightened from the anticipation for what you knew was coming. Your brain flooded with all of the possible ways he could make love to you and as his hands travelled further down to grab handfuls of your round peachy ass, you tried to decipher which way it was going to be tonight. He usually liked it slow, steady, and sensual. Making sure that you felt taken care of and adored through every single stroke. He liked it because it always gave him plenty of time to hear all of the moans he pulled from you and feel how your body responded to each and every move he made. But you weren’t sure tonight was one of those nights. Nights after a race win or a recovery drive were usually lust driven. They were passionate and sometimes rough. On these nights he wouldn’t hesitate to close his hand around your throat and playfully squeeze or spank your butt a few times just so you remembered that you were his.

Max wasted no time peeling your top from your body. His eyes went large as he took in the sight of your chest in your new white lace bra. It was one of his little quirks. He preferred white lingerie to black like most guys did. You had found it out quite quickly into your relationship when he bought you a whole bunch of little scraps of white fabric that would barely cover a damn thing. Asking him about it he said it was because it made your skin look like it shimmered and he liked the fact he could see when you got excited by him as the wet patch on your panties always became more visible. It was reason enough for you to continue to wear white to please him and you happened to find this particular little kink rather sweet. His mouth wasted no time following the way his hands had gone. It kept travelling down and down. From your neck, down to your collarbone and finally to your stomach. He always started like this. He always made sure you were all ready for him when he finally decided to give you what the dull ache inside of you wanted most. His fingers unbuttoned your jeans and slowly pulled them down your thighs. A breath caught in your throat as he placed his lips to the elastic band of the matching white thong and moaned against you flesh. God you needed him. You needed him so badly. You needed him right fucking now. You opened your eyes and looked down, preparing to beg him to get what you needed when your mouth fell open in shock. Instead of a mop of dirty blonde hair meeting your eyes it was curls of deep dark brown. Instead of the steely eyes you loved, a pair of full round dark ones met your gaze. Instead of Max down on his knees before you ready to pay attention to the slick wet folds with his all too willing tongue, it was Daniel.

 

***

May ‘23

Monaco

This was the first sponsor party you had ever attended with Max – with anyone really – and you had no idea why he hated them so much. Ok, perhaps talking shop all night and having to answer the same question of “so, do you think you’ll win this weekend” gets a little boring but there was a rather intoxicating buzz around the room. The music was loud but not obnoxiously so and the drinks were strong (and free). It was a totally different world to the one you were used to and truthfully you were still trying to get accustomed to it. You were attempting to blend in and make it look like you belonged here and you were one of the girls that would be attending these fancy parties all the time. There were models and influencers galore here in Monaco and you were just another one of the “normal” girls – so much so that you wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had gotten you mixed up for a competition winner or a fan. Yet somehow, people seemed to know who you were. Even if it they only knew you as “Max Verstappen’s Girlfriend”.

 

Max was off schmoozing with one of the most important shareholders with Christian and Checo in a corner. They were laughing and all of their faces looked relaxed and happy so at least it seemed like they weren’t talking about Sunday’s race and piling the pressure on. You knew Max found all the glitz and showiness of Monaco a bore. He hated having to watch what he said and pretend to like some of the pretentious fuckwits that always seemed to show up here. He liked living in Monaco for the ease of travel and the nice weather – plus the tax break was always handy when you earned as much as he did - but he didn’t like most of the rich and famous that also lived here. You headed toward the bar so you could get another one of the orangey cocktails ladened with enough vodka to take down an elephant.

Finding a space to fit into wasn’t easy. There was hardly any room and you would have to try wedge yourself in to order. Why was it men always like to congregate at the bar instead of sitting at a table or moving a few feet away from it instead of staking their claim to the spot all night? You stood for a few seconds hoping someone would notice that you were there but it failed miserably. Instead you had to dive into the next available spot when one man took off presumably to go to the restroom. You slid in. Pleased of your observance. The next trouble would be trying to get the already busy bartenders to notice you long enough for you to order. Max Verstappen’s girlfriend doesn’t get you very far when rich, glamorous women were hanging off the arms of rich powerful men were all over the place. You waited till it was your turn. Biting your lip in the hopes you wouldn’t turn away empty handed. When you felt a hand on the small of your back. Max. You relaxed into it thankful you had been saved. You would absolutely get served now that the current Formula One World Champion was standing behind you making it obvious that you were with him. Only, when you turned around to thank him it wasn’t Max at all. Glaring at you with a slight smile was Daniel Ricciardo instead.

Ever since meeting him back in Azerbaijan a month ago you had barely spoken to him past a few words. He didn’t seem interested in getting to know you. Which was fine, it was cool, whatever. After all not everyone that worked with Max or had such a close friendship with had to know the girlfriend. But resigned to the fact that he wasn’t interested was the fact that you very much were. Straight from the word go you were interested in him. Partly because Max always painted him as this fun, vivacious, life loving guy who never failed to make him laugh but also because he was so fucking gorgeous. You stupidly delved into his social media and watched a couple of the old Red Bull videos online. He was funny and charming and harboured bundles of natural charisma. It had only been a few days after you met him for the first time – Well, technically it was the second but the first time you were introduced by name. The first time was when you body checked him on the way to hospitality when he clearly thought you were single and was checking you out (you assumed because he might have only been squinting and not at all checking you out and you fabricated it because now you fancied him a little) – and suddenly you felt like a fangirl and had to hide your mini crush on him from Max.

 

“What are you drinking?” He asked but your mind was still on the fact his hand hadn’t left your waist. You wanted to appear confident but the name of the drink you wanted went straight out of your head as he stared at you. “Uh…” You wanted the ground to swallow you up. Words. Use your fucking words or he’s going to think you’re a fucking simpleton. You scolded yourself. “That orange thing they were bringing round.” He smiled and his eyes creased a little. God, he was really handsome. He motioned behind you to catch the attention of a bartender. It was an easy task for him. Everyone knew who he was after all. He ordered what you guessed was wine for himself and then a vodka sunrise, which was yours. Vodka Sunrise, you should have known that. It tasted familiar but you were used to the usual tequila versions. You bit your lip again trying to pretend like it didn’t annoy you that you seemed stupid.

“Are you having a nice evening?” You asked him when he looked at you again and before you could stop yourself. It was work for him just like Max. It was a commitment due to the sponsor not because either of them wanted to actually be there. “Its not bad.” He shrugged “Better than some other years” He at least attempted to answer your question, which was kind of him. You knew he probably wanted to shout at you he never wanted to be asked if he was having a nice evening ever again. You glanced down and nervously twirled the bracelet upon your wrist as a ploy so you could take in his chest in the shirt he was wearing. In direct contrast to Max’s white shirt Daniel was wearing a black one and it made his golden tanned skin look even darker. Fuck! Why does he have to look like this?!

Another loud laugh left you. It bubbled up and erupted from you lips as Daniel told you another funny story about Max from their time as teammates. There was something about the way he was able to tell the stories. He built suspense and intrigue before landing a hilarious line that made your ribcage hurt from laughing. You were almost too busy giggling at Max’s historic misfortune that you nearly missed Daniel’s arm grazing yours. But you felt it and the simultaneous shivers that went up and down your spine as his muscly limb bumped into your own. You swallowed. Not because you were nervous but because you liked it. As you mulled over the action and if he intended to do it or not you glimpsed at him just at the same time as he happened to do the same to you. His eyes are stunning. But it was his lips and in particular the one that was drawn under his upper teeth as he bit it that drew your attention. Is he doing this on purpose? It was so hot and you couldn’t avoid from thinking it.

Daniel turned his head away from you and let out an audible frustrated huff. “I can’t believe you have a boyfriend.” He said it with borderline gritted teeth before stretching his neck out in that familiar way that guys did when they seemed frustrated. You had heard him right. You know you did. He might have thought it was sly but you had caught it. You knew what guys usually meant when they said things like Daniel had just done but you couldn’t refrain from asking what he meant so you got a clearer idea. “Well, if it was just a boyfriend I wouldn’t care but your boyfriend happens to be Max” It only clarified it a little but it certainly made your pulse jumpstart and go haywire of what you thought his words meant. You found yourself asking why again. Daniel sighed and leaned in further toward you. So close you could smell his expensive fragrance and feel his body heat radiating from him. His breath tickled the side of your exposed neck as he whispered; “Because of all the things I would do to you if you weren’t his”

And then he walked away leaving you standing there with your heart racing and mouth hanging opened in pure shock.

***

Your eyes clamped close as Max pushed you gently backward on to the bed. He remained on his knees as he peeled your sodden wet panties down your thighs before he groaned carnally at the sight of you. The inhale of air that you took was so loud it filled the room but it was necessary one because Max pressed his dreamy lips to your intimate folds. The image of Daniel that had sprung on you moments ago was forgotten as soon as Max started calm, delicates swipes of his tongue. Loud breaths fell away to gasps and sharp sucks of air as he began paying attention to the bundle of nerves he was practically best friends with. His name teetered on the edge your parted lips. The short, quick name was about to flow out of you on a sigh but you opened your eyes to look at him again and FUCK!

Your mind was cruel to you. This was torturous. As your boyfriend made all of the nerve endings in your body stand to attention and put every pleasure point on high alert, you were picturing Daniel. You could imagine the way his tongue would feel as it moved like Max’s was. You could feel the burning sting of his beard on your sensitive inner thigh and the nudge of his nose as he delved in to taste you. You were close already just imagining how expertly he would be able to do this so continued indulging. His name threatened to escape from you as you reached down and ran your hands through soft straight hair expecting for your fingers to be tangled in a generous mop of fine chocolate curls. Momentarily it disappointed you because it took you out of the fantasy but you were there just thinking about him. Max was doing all the work but it was Daniel and the simple thought of him that made you orgasm.

Part 4 Here

[run2gyuz]

Hard thought!!!✨✨

You’ve gone out to get groceries while Yeonjun (or tyun) was sleeping and he woke up and you obviously weren’t there and he couldn’t find his phone and he started crying and prayed you came home and you walked in and saw him crying and asked him what’s wrong and he said that you left him (he has separation anxiety and he never told you cuz he’s scared you would leave him) and Yeonjun told you about it and then you calmed him down and apologised to him then you peppered him in kisses and it turned into you bouncing on his cock softly and whispering things in his ear like “ ‘m sorry Junnie” “you should’ve told me sooner baby” and yappa yappa but like yeah you left Yeonjun to go buy food and it turned into soft makeup sex😭👀✨✨✨✨✨

you can add if you want or remove stuff✌🏼❤️

OML YES YES I love your mind

Switch leaning sub!Yeonjun x fem!reader

𝘼/𝙉: Soft sex with Jun isn’t a want atp it’s a need :(

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: talk of anxiety, depictions of anxiety, cumming inside (grrrrr), riding, established relationship, lottts of praise

𝙬𝙘: 696

MINORS DNI

When Yeonjun woke up and his hands weren’t wrapped around your body he went into full panic. He was sure there was some logical explanation as to why you weren’t next to him but he couldn’t possibly think straight without you beside him, he should have told you about his anxiety, but he didn’t want you to just think he was clingy and leave him! The more he thought of you being away from him the more he felt the panic rise within him. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall.

The boy scrambled around looking for his phone, tears now silently streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t find it anywhere! God knows how long you were going to be, or even if you were going to come back at all, such thoughts clouded the boys head, crying into his hands. He was attempting to dry his eyes and calm himself, what if you walked in and saw him in such a state? You’d probably leave him, and then what? What would the boy do without you? Yeonjun let out another sob at the thought of you forever leaving him, as the front door of your apartment opened.

The boy hadn’t heard you come in due to his cries, so he had no time to attempt to dry his eyes before you find your way to his side, pulling him into you at an attempt to console him. “Yeonjun? What’s wrong my love? Are you okay?”. The boy clung to your side, sobbing into your neck mumbling, “why did you leave me?”. You pulled away from him slightly, telling him you only went to get groceries, that you would’ve told him if he wasn’t asleep.

The boy sat up slightly, drying his eyes and holding your hand in his, “There’s something I need to tell you,”. You look at the boy worriedly, questioning if he was ok. The boy began to explain his separation anxiety, which was why you walked in on him in tears, “I just didn’t want you to leave me, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,”. You squeeze his hands, muttering that he didn’t need to be sorry and that, “I’m never going to leave you baby, I promise I’ll tell you next time okay?”. The boy nodded, eyes still slightly watering, he looked so pretty like this. “How about I make it up to you hm?”

“Fuck Yeonjun, you’re so pretty,” you whispered, bouncing on the boys cock, as he fell back against the bed with a whine. You grabbed his hands, pulling him up to meet you again, “wanna be close to you Junnie,”. You felt the boys hands reach around your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him while leaving kisses along your neck, occasionally leaving faint love bites.

As you could feel your movements get slower due to loosing strength, you resorted to grinding down on Yeonjuns dick instead, leading to him tipping his head back letting out a breathy, “fuck _____,”. You squeezed on his dick occasionally, leading to him fucking into you as you muttered sweet nothings into his ears.

“You’re so god for me Jjunie,”

“I’m sorry baby,”

“You should have told me jjun,”

You felt Yeonjuns thrusts into you get staggered and sloppy as he neared his edge. The boy leaned forward to lean his head on your shoulder, grabbing your hips firmly as he began to push you up and brown on his cock, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your gummy walls against his sensitive dick. “F- Fuck, g- gonna cum okay? Can I cum inside, just this once promise?” You nodded, not even registering what the boy was asking. As Yeonjun pressed you down onto his cock on final time you felt him release inside of you, quickly followed by your own release as Yeonjun let out an almost pornographic moan.

“You’re so good Jjunie,” you whisper, pulling his hair behind his ear and kissing his cheek. The boy smiles into your touch, letting his hands fall to your hips, muttering a, “let’s just stay like this for a while,” before he began kissing your neck once again.

𝘼/𝙉: pls like + reblog <3

STOP BECAUSE WITH THIS JUN???

[accio-victuuri]

it’s been a while since i’ve shared my recent reads! so here’s what i have picked up in the past months. felt inspired cause i’m really enjoying the story i’m reading now, w/c i initially picked up as a manhwa but i’m impatient so i switched to the novel. it’s called the hunter is gonna lay low or the hunter wants to live quietly. it’s such a gem! cause it starts of pretty simple and funny then the author manages to put in the plot and well, it’s plotting. lol.

if you like systems/dungeons, cast of characters, time travel, mystery and the most delicious slow burn then this is for you. i hope this gets animated at some point cause it’s so good! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 this is the only novel on the list so it’s pretty special that the story led me to WANT to read the source.

i’m literally listing what i’ve read so yeah. and pretty much a v short reaction to it cause there is a lot (53). it’s a mix of ongoing and completed works at the time of writing and when i read it so i’ll mark that too.

1. Sweetie, Sweetie, Sweetie - this title is so misleading cause you would think it’s a modern story full of sweetness when it’s not. this deals with kingdoms/royalty, superpowers — and isekai.

2. How my Daddies Became mates (completed) - first foray into mangas because i most prefer manhwa/manhuas — i know, sacrilege. but yeah, it’s a cute story of two dad telling their kid how they met and fell in love. It’s so wholesome! a short read when you feel tired of all the toxic bl stories. 😂😂😂

3. Unintentional Love Story (completed) - pick this up! it’s so good! slice of life kind of vibe and falling in love in a small town.

4. Someone like You (completed) - this was something i started before and went back in now that it’s completed.

5. Isekai no Sata Wa shachiku shidai - i don’t really go for Mangas but this one pulled me in! I love myself some isekai plot. it’s just sad that no one has updated the translation for so long so that may put some people off in picking this up.

6. Bend over Backwards (completed) - corporate slave x international model. if you like this kind of dynamic then go ahead. Only 40 chapters plus a bunch of side stories so this kind of thing is a good choice.

7. Dinner with a Vampire - pretty obvs with the title.

8. Mister Wonderful teases me

9. Romance but not Romantic - omegaverse! the kind where the omega needs the alpha but initially hated him.

10. Be, Be. - omegaverse with modern royalty!

11. Smoky Nectar 1 - a short read that continues to a part 2 and it’s good ✌🏼

12. Smoky Nectar 2

13. Reincarnated to Devil King Evelogia’s World - this is so uniquely unhinged that it became. endearing. No. I swear. I haven’t read anything like it. I love it tho. Maybe some people will find it over the top but it’s now one of my personal faves.

there’s an animated version of it if you wanna start with that just to see how cute they are lol.

14. Bullying the Dog - an MC who didn’t get much love then he meets the ML who shows him what it’s like. it’s so somft.

15. Bittersweet Martini (completed) - i’m gonna cheat here and copy/paste the first comment on this story cause i think it perfectly describes the story: “If you're looking for a casual pleasure read with a green flag story with heavy flirting, which leads to a lot of blushing but also deals with a more serious topic towards the middle, without leaning too much into the drama, then look no further.”

16. Over the Paradise - guideverse with zombies!

17. Hero vs Villain - what happens when the supposed hero and villain become friends and fall in love? this was so nice!

18. Night of London - vampire and werewolf pairing! come on! Let’s gooooo! 🙌🏼

19. Kill my love - omegaverse and assassins!

20. Turning - Another work that i would most likely pick up the novel version cause it’s that good! Regression theme! ❣️plus the setting is they are in a kingdom where people have powers.

21. The Moon is coming to me - I have already talked bout this before and it’s one of my absolute faves! I didn’t know the Manhua was released! So i was so happy to enjoy it in that form. The translation for this is very close to the end so pick it up!

22. Cozy Obsession - transmigration where the MC knows how the story goes so he is trying his best to change the ending.

23. Summertime (completed) - one of my favorites! love it when friends become lovers and some may say the ML here is manipulative but i wanna say in a good way. lol. anyway, it’s classic, atleast from the MC’s side that you’ve known this person some time and that summertime everything has changed.

24. My way with you (completed) - gonna cheat again with this one by pasting here what someone commented: “LISTEN UP GUYS this one has everything: healthy happy relationship, supportive friends, trauma and healing, mysterious past connections, beautiful men, hot af smut, 100% consent, cutest lovey dovey couple, NO drama, NO “misunderstandings”, NO second ml, NO annoying interfering side characters. You will cry, but because it’s just so good.” 💯

25. Netkama Punch - i haven’t finished and progressed much as i would like tho i know a lot of people have this as their favorite! I will get back to it! The premise of hidden identity and online gaming is one of my fave so i will surely pick this up again.

26. Through the Years - i haven’t finished this yet but it’s a lot of people’s fave

27. Fools (completed) - disillusioned guy meets excitable puppy 🤍

28. Moonquake (completed) - a very unique concept. people on earth have powers and then some of them decided to rebel and live in the Moon. Our MC is one of the best ones on earth and is supposed to bring down the leader of the rebellion. but you all know what happens, they fall in love! AHHHHH! and i have to say the art in this too is exceptional.

29. Men’s wear store and the Royal Princess (completed) - this may be weird for some or slow / not enough action lol. i enjoyed it tho! the MC cross dresses and finds someone who loves and accepts him!

30. Ex Hot Neighbor (completed) - a story that centers around a misunderstanding! MC thinks he can’t date the neighbor cause he’s his friend’s ex. but nope!

31. Forest Sea (completed) - A good and solid fantasy story. Please give it a try! The whole birds vs snakes thing was kinda weird at first but the author made it work.

32. When you were asleep - this hasn’t been updated in a while and it’s so sad because the art is topnotch! the plot is good too, especially the dreamscapes but there’s still a lot to discover cause we wanna know what happened in the past. Why is MC even having these dreams and all that.

33. Beum & Go’s Unholy…. - still ongoing and read few chapters

34. Spring, the color of love (completed) - what a wonderful story. Oftentimes, as a reader, you have that sense of boundary with the narrator. But this one — you can feel and understand what the MC is thinking and going through. even tho i haven’t experienced what he did, i can totally get it. this is one of those tropes where they fall in love during their school years and some misunderstanding happens, they meet again years later and try again. something i would love to re-read even if there are parts of it that hurt. and it’s just proof that if something is meant to be, it will come back to you.

35. Keep Holding On (completed) - a short and sweet read with friends to lovers trope!

36. Wolf in the House (completed) - i am so late with this cause i feel like every list has this story as one of the best. I have to agree! it’s so good! tho i have to say i’m more attached to the second pairing. this one is a perfect mix of fantasy, action, comedy and romance. A solid recommendation!

37. Touch within the Abyss (completed) - AAAAAHHHHHH! a hitman x blind cinnamon roll! read it now! please! it’s so sweet! their love and care for each other is so pure 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

38. 99% in love season 1 (completed) - from bestfriends to lovers in the cutest way! they start fake dating and it leads to more obvs.

39. 99% in love season 2 - their college life and this one has smut scenes!

40. Alpha Trauma ( novel ongoing ) - if you know Omega Complex then you might be aware that this is a sequel of sorts but follows the second lead’s love story if you may. Everyone loves Dohyun so i’m one of those happy readers who is happy that he gets his own story, tho the POV in this is not his but his Omega. If you like ABO and campus setting then this may be for you.

41. Soul Sealer’s school life - The MC is the soul sealer who has to do good deeds to prolong his life, then he meets the ML who has a strong spirit in him. It’s a perfect blend of fantasy, comedy and not so much romance as of the moment. The art is 💯 and i really like to see where this goes!

42. Guidance with Benefits - still ongoing and read few chapters

43. Chiguha Kuna Kisu (completed) - if you like a short read that will make you have overall good vibes then this is it. school setting, two cute boys, a fortunate miscommunication and starting a relationship. it’s so good and made me want to look for more mangas! 🤍

44. Spicy Milk Candy - yandere but in a good way. that’s all i’m gonna say.

45. Ruby Red wo Kamikudaku (completed) - i’m just gonna add the summary below but it’s truly a unique read!

Akane is an Omega who can see people's pheromones as multicolored "crystals”. During his school days, when he was lonely because of his peculiar constitution, he meets Makise, a school nurse teacher. 5 years later, they are miraculously reunited, but Makise has a secret

46. Yume Nara Doko Made Yurusaremasuka (completed) - corporate slave x young policeman. 6 chapters of sweetness!

47. Sparkling Baby (completed) - this is supposedly a sequel for the second lead, but i haven’t read the first story. I just love how the MC/ML first met and then made a mark on each other as strangers — but it wasn’t there time yet. and so they meet again later and navigate their lives together. What attracted me to this story is how the MC changed because of love. For years, he had this sense of what he think is love and looking back, maybe it didn’t work out because love isn’t supposed to be like that. What he found with the ML is real and why it feels different.

48. Ashita kimi no mono ni shite (completed) - this so wholesome! school setting and friends to lovers. quiet boy x cool guy

49. Koibitu Keiyaku chu ni suki (completed) - friends to lovers! fake dating. and well, look at them. so precious together:

50. Camboy Bunny (completed) - i think the title says it all. A delicious read!

51. Beyond the Memories - AAAAAHHHHHHH! the story in itself should be sweet and fluffy but the author manages to squeeze in the undercurrent of there is something wrong. as a reader, there is something big that we don’t know and once it comes out — all of it will be shattered. it looks like there is some sort of regression and MC doesn’t know this but the ML does. The question here is when his memories will come back and will he forgive the ML. We are not in that part yet with what’s available right now so i’m excited!

52. Private Call (completed) - another omegaverse.

53. Senza Replica - guide/esper. very few chapters out and something i will go back to.

I read everything except the novel at BATO. 🫶🏼 covering my may-october 2024 reads.

[t0xicn30n]

SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO ARCANE!!!

episode 1: the Lebanese are fighting 😞 atleast Caitlyn looks badass 💃🏼 I will say tho the roles are reversing 😍✌🏼 vi seems more pathetic which is nice

episode 2: NOOO VIKTOR HAS JESUS IMAGERY 😭😭 AND JUST LIKE JESUS HE'S GONNA DIEEE WE JUST GOT HIM BACKKKK WHYYYY also I'm calling it isha is gonna be to jinx what jinx was to silco and jinx is gonna be to isha what silco was to her ... hopefully that makes sense. wait if Viktor is Jesus, does that make Sky the holy spirit lmao 😭 the funny thing is I was looking at Viktor and thinking "huh he looks like Paul Atreides" well, well, well, another pale twink is Jesus once again. wait a minute who was that person...also ew icky heart beating

episode 3: HELPPPPP OPENING CREDITS ATEEE DOWNNNN MY WORDDDD. I live for feral Caitlyn. MOMMY AMBESSAAAAA 😍😍😍 "promise me you won't change." LEBANESE KISS YAYYY now get naked. wait where's that brunette guy that was like...a concubine for mommy ambessa?? where'd he go 💀. Lest is so pretty 😍 the cat alien hybrids in here are GORGEOUS. I never said it before but harbinger or whatever the fuck his name is with ekko is so cute, father and son fr. OHH MY GOSHHHH CAITLYN SHOT VI, that scene went wilddd. oh no vi sweetheart no don't cry 😭😭😭 there's too much happening everything everywhere all at once I'm getting an aneurysm in the best way. I'm sorry but I love what's happening with Caitlyn 😔

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ONNNN

[milawritesstuff]

Hiii Mila, can you do a pedri enemies to lovers trope in which him & the reader went to school together & hated each other for dumb reasons (you can make up why). They go years without seeing each other since he moved to Barcelona but they bump into each other at the Springfield clothing photo shoot. They don’t recognize each other so they flirt during the shoot until they begin to talk about their childhood & it finally hits him who she is. Eventually he invites her to a game & she falls for sweaty pedri & at the end he takes her out to dinner as their first date…sorry this was super long but uh yeah ✌🏼

Ok this was SUPER long but I couldn’t take anything out. Hope you like it :)

Warnings: it’s long lol

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You heard your alarm in your sleep, you shot open your eyes and realized you almost slept in. Lately the days had become so mundane. You had been in Barcelona for about six months and you finally were beginning to miss your home in Canarias. You began to get ready and remembered that today was a photoshoot day. “Great.” You thought. You worked for the creative department of a clothing company and you were given the task to take care of the “talent.” Most of the time the talent turned out to be people who thought they were better than you and treated you as their servant. Today’s talent was supposed to be a footballer from Barça.

An hour later you walked into the building where the photoshoot was. After lunch the session would be moving to to the beach. “Y/N!” Said your boss as you walked in. “Pedri is running late, please make sure he has everything he needs to be comfortable. And begin setting out his outfits.” She said. You proceeded to do as she said. 

Eventually you began to hear commotion. You looked over your shoulder and saw a dark haired guy greeting people. You continued to separate the outfits when your boss came behind you. “Pedri, this is Y/N. She will be helping you out today. Please ask her for anything you may need.” You turned around and put on a fake smile. 

“Hello, nice to meet you.” You said. He smiled and extended his hand out to shake yours which caught you by surprise. “Nice to meet you.” He responded. “Okay, Y/N please get him settled in.” Your boss said as she began to walk away with Pedri’s manager.

Pedri stood there looking at you in silence. “You can go ahead and take a seat.” You said motioning for the couch in the room. “Do you want me to show you the different outfits? If you don’t like something we can always switch it.” You explained. Pedri sat down on the couch. “Whatever you tell me looks good I’ll be fine with.” He said with a smile. You turned around and returned to separate his outfits. “I’m really nervous.” He said.

You weren’t sure how much to engage, this was definitely more than many of the talent had said to you. “It will be like just any other photoshoot.” You responded. He giggled, “Well, this will be my first photoshoot so…” You turned over to look at him and realized you hadn’t truly taken him in.

He was young. His brown eyes looked pure. His jawline was chiseled but in between his manly features glimpses of his youth creeped through. His dark eyebrows perfectly framed his eyes. He looked familiar but you couldn’t recall from where. You had probably seen his face at the Barça store down Passeig de Gràcia you assumed. “You will do fine.” You said. 

You began to give Pedri the different outfits so that he could try them on and make any adjustments that were needed. “How long have you been doing this?” He asked. “I’ve been here only for about six months. Listen, don’t be nervous. Just pretend you’re out on the pitch. It’s just you and the ball.”

“Do you follow futbol?”

“Not really.” You admitted nervously knowing that was his passion. 

“So what do you like to do outside of work?”

“Usually not much. I like to walk around the city by myself and just look around. Other than that I really just like being home.”

He just stood there without a response when his eyes drifted towards the door where my boss and his manger were walking in. They were ready to start.

A few minutes later Pedri came out of the dressing room in the first outfit. A jean button up with a white shirt underneath and blue pants. You couldn’t help but stare at him because he wore the clothes with such confidence despite you knowing he was nervous inside. You neared him and smiled. “Do you like music?” He nodded. “I’ll play some Quevedo for you during the shoot. Just let the music guide you.”

Throughout the shoot he would turn over and mouth “thank you” as they continued to take his pictures. Your music idea had worked and he had loosened up after a few photos. By the time lunch break came around he was a natural.

You rode with him in the car on the way to the beach. “I’m super hungry.” He commented. “They will have all sorts of food ready for you once we get to the beach.” You explained. “Will you sit and eat with me?” He turned around to ask a she stared at you. You giggled. “It’s kind of my job, I have to be around you all day.” He raised his right eyebrow “So you’re being paid to be my friend?” He asked jokingly.

“No. Well I’m being paid to be with you all day. But trust me you make it easy.”

The two of you talked while having lunch and the rest of the crew was setting up the photoshoot area. Eventually you two realized you were both from Canarias. “I can’t believe it, you said. What part exactly?”

“Tegueste.” He said which left you shocked.

“No way, that’s where I lived my whole life.” You responded. Before you could say anything further the photographer had called Pedri up to continue the shoot.

“Pedri if you can do as good as you did in the studio we can finish the session earlier than expected.” He said as Pedri walked over to the setup.

You stood there looking at Pedri as you turned on the music for him once again. The end of the session went by quick and when Pedri went to take the pictures with his last outfit it finally hit you. You knew why he had looked so familiar. You hadn’t seen him at the Barça store. You took out your phone and quickly looked up his name. Pedro Gonzalez Lopez. The same boy who had made fun of you for years throughout grade school. The same boy who told everyone your pants had ripped in class.

*flashback*

“Come on, Y/N we have to get to class.” Said your best friend Alejandra.

“Ale, I can’t go to class. I can’t believe my pants ripped. Everyone will know.”

Alejandra looked around the locker room in search of something for you to wear. Eventually she took off her sweater and handed it over to you. “What’s this for? It’s not long enough to cover my butt.”

“It’s not for you to wear, well at least not like that. Put it around your waist and it will cover the back of your pants.” Alejandra was going to go cold the rest of the day to help you and you appreciated it.

A few minutes la the two of you were running towards class because the bell was about to ring. “Look at them.” You heard Clara yelling behind you. You turned and saw Clara, her boyfriend Pedro, and the rest of their group walking behind you and Ale.

Clara was the most popular girl in your grade. You had known her since preschool and most days you wish you hadn’t ever met her. You rolled your eyes and continues to run with Ale. “What are you running for?” Clara continued to yell. “Some of us want to do well in school.” Yelled back Alejandra.

“And what are you wearing Y/N?” Asked Clara once they got closer to you and she saw the sweater wrapped around your waist. “None of your business.” You spat back. “Are you trying to be fashionable?” Clara laughed mocking you. “Look Pedro.” She turned over to her boyfriend. “She thinks she can get a boyfriend if she gets some style.” Pedro looked at Clara and over at you without saying a word. “Isn’t that funny Pedro?” Asked Clara pressuring him to answer. Finally he laughed. “Who would want to be with her?” He muttered and his words hurt you more than whatever Clara had ever told you. You stood at the door of your classroom as Clara and her friends shoved you over to go in. Clara being the last managed to pull the sweater arm causing it to become undone and expose you to the only person now behind you, Pedro. You turned around in horror hoping he had suddenly gone blind. Hoping he had turned around and not seen what you were trying to hide. But instead you were met with Pedro’s eyes on your ass. “Pedro, please.” You pleaded silently to him. He stood there just looking at you. Then suddenly Clara yelled, “Pedro are you coming in or not? Or do you want to hang out with Y/N so much?”

I continued to plead with my eyes until Pedro finally yelled over at Clara. “Y/N’s pants are ripped Clara. I just saw her whole ass and I don’t ever want to see it again.”

*end of flashback*

You stood there looking at Pedri. A knot in your throat because despite so many years passing since those incidents it still hurt you. School was torture for you after that day. Clara would not let it go. Pedro always followed her lead. You counted the days until school would be over and you never had to see Clara or Pedro again. Finally Pedro moved away but Clara continued to bother you until graduation.

Pedri approached you and brought you out of your thoughts. “It’s over, thank you so much.” He said. You turned around to look at him. You wanted to yell at him but remembered you were at work. “I’m glad. Goodnight.” You said as you began to walk away leaving Pedri standing there.

“Excuse me Y/N, is everything okay?” The young man asked clearly sensing how your attitude has taken a 180 turn. “I’m great. The photo shoot is over, we will send your manager all of the outfits you wore today and you can decide what to keep or what to donate. Good night.” You proceeded to walk towards a trailer where you would pack up the outfits. A few seconds after you went in and closed the door you heard footsteps and a low knock. “Come in.” You said begrudgingly knowing you couldn’t deny anyone entry into the trailer. It was Pedri.

“What do you need?” You asked.

“This may be weird but I thought we were having a good time and you caught me off guard just now with -“ you decided to interrupt him.

“I was paid all day to spend time with you. My job is over now.” You said as you packed up the last box you had to take with you.

Pedri didn’t say anything he just stood there. “I get it, you were just doing your job.” He said as he turned around and began to walk towards the door. And despite how he had made you feel when you two were younger, the way he looked when you muttered those last words really tugged at your heart. “Stop. Do you want to n ow the truth?” You asked.

He turned around “I would like to.”

“Clara Morata.” You said.

He looked surprised. “I haven’t heard that name in years. She’s a girl I dated back in Tegueste.”

You nodded. “Do you remember the girl she tormented?” Pedri stared at you dumbfounded.

“Y/N” he said.

“Have a good night Pedro.” You said as you walked past him and out of the trailer.

A few days later as you were sitting in your desk looking over some of the assignments your boss had sent you were startled by your boss walking in with. A bouquet of flowers.

“Y/N” she said.

“How can I help you Miss Calderon?” You stood up from your chair.

“I would usually get mad about any of my employees getting involved with the talent.” She said. “But you and Pedri are so close in age and both from Canarias, I’m going to pretend I didn’t know anything about this.” She said as she handed the bouquet over to you. You looked surprised.

You quickly opened the card attached to the flowers.

“I’m sorry for not standing up to Clara. You deserved better. Please come to my game tonight. - Pedro.”

You stared at the card. “I gave his manager your number, I hope you don’t mind.” Said your boss as she began to walk out of the office. “And you have my permission to leave early tonight. Make sure you freshen up at home before heading to Camp Nou.”

You sat there for a few minutes contemplating the proposal. Your phone chimed. “I don’t have any excuses for being how I was. But please give me a chance. Let’s start with a clean slate. - Pedro”

You didn’t know how to feel. He was nothing like the boy who has tormented you anymore. But you were still weary.

After much thought you decided to go to the game. If anything you would at least get a game out of all of this. You sat on the bleachers watching the team play and you couldn’t believe how good Pedri was. He ended up scoring that day. As the game ended and the players began to walk back into the lockers you stood there waiting to see him. He made his way to where you were sitting. “You came.” He said. He was sweaty and his cheeks were flushed red. Something about seeing him like this attracted you even more to him. Which was weird because he had never been someone you had been into, until now.

“Clean slate.” You said as he smiled.

[wordbunch]

The Hobbit re-read: favorites, thoughts and honorable mentions

thank u to my tumblr besties for encouraging me to rant abt this book for a little while, and brace yourselves for a LOOONG post; aka We're Going On An Adventure!

this quote abt Gandalf: "tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion" like. THIS exactly is Gandalf to me ✨✨✨

the whole good-morninged sequence (as if he was selling buttons at the door! can you imagine! By belladonna tooks SON of all people!!!) 😱

"a cake or 2 would do him good after this fright" me too bilbo

"he had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short" me too bilbo 🍰

Gandalf constantly selling Bilbo's skills to the company and just hyping him up and believing in him all the time!!!! most excellent and audacious hobbit!!! 😎

"this was thorin's style... if he had been allowed he would probably have gone like this until he was out of breath" aka he is Dramatic and Important

"bilbo was getting excited and interested again so that he forgot to keep his mouth shut" how many times will i write ME TOO BILBO in this post

"THE EXPLANATION DID NOT SEEM TO EXPLAIN" 💯💯💯

gandalf: i found him in the dungeons of the necromancer; thorin: girl what were YOU doing at the necromancer's??? 🧐🧐🧐 gandalf: finding things out as usual O M G like what else would he be doing there 😚

bilbo constantly wishing he was back home as soon as he left

"off bilbo had to go before he could explain that he could not hoot even once like any kind of owl" yall this book has so many funny moments but like in a very chill humor way

the fact that one of the TROLLS is called WILLIAM 😂😂😂

"i am a good cook myself, and cook better than i cook" okay bilbo rizz 😏🔥

"they had not at all enjoyed lying there listening to the trolls making plans for roasting them" you don't say. i love this deadpan humor SO MUCH jrrt snapped

that whole beautiful iconic description of kind as summer elrond

"their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers, and their hopes" WHEN will i go to rivendell 😩

"there is nothing like looking if you want to find something" thorin life coach realness 👏🏼👏🏼

thoring gesturing at a miserable desolate land: these tRuLy hOspiTabLe moUnTaiNs 😍

then gandalf lit up his wand. oF coUrSe it wAs gaNdaLf, but they were too busy to ask how he got there. 4ever mood

he thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen ME TOO BIL- 🍳

"Gollum brought up memories of ages and ages and ages before, when he lived with his grandmother in a hole by a bank by a river" this kind of made me cry. it brings unexpected humanity to such an appalling character; kinda makes you want bilbo to spare him eventually

and the fact itself that bilbo felt so bad for him he decided to just leave him be

"you would have laughed (from a safe distance)" LOVE how JRRT puts random little comments addressed to the reader

gandalf just being like ok i gotta go do other things now. good luck besties. ✌🏼😚

beorn: what are you, a traveling circus? and he is actually right 🤪

"you have got to look after all these dwarves for me, gandalf laughed" and i cried

bilbo being like hmm how will i get down from this tree (except by falling)

bilbo's song while killing gigantic spiders "not very good...but you must remember he had to make it up himself in a very awkward moment"

the dwarves starting to respect him and bowing down until they FALL OVER is such a comical image to me

the whole alluring magic of the elvish feast in the forest which disappears when they get closer!! a whole fairytale mr tolkien!!! 😍

thranduil is a greedy b <3 and especially VERY fond of wine 🍷🍷🍷

"i will lock you all in again and you can sit there comfortably and think of a better plan" bilbo badass mode and we love to see it 💋

tolkien being like WELL u can laugh but you wouldn't have done any better if u were him. real.

when they're in dale i love the numerous references to "songs and stories of old" and all of them basically being a living legend and turning their stay in dale into a public holiday and spectacle

thorin is cocky af

/freeze frame/ "you are familiar with thorin's style on important occasions so i will not give you any more of it" its ok jrrt, let him be a drama queen 👑

bilbo when he takes some gold from smaug being like "this will show them!!!1!1" 😠😠

sassy bilbo strikes again with "did you expect me to trot back with the whole hoard of thror on my back? if there's any grumbling to be done i think i might have a say" GO OFF KING 👏🏼

i just rly love him okay, he stole my heart in this book like a real legitimate professional burglar that he is

"i am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly" etc. basically this whole exchange btw bilbo and smaug is pure gold (pun not intended) 🤫

talking birds that eavesdrop. enough said.

the descriptions of the arkenstone which make you actually want to have it too. genius. there could be no two such gems, even in so marvellous a hoard, even in all the world." 💎💎💎

the harps (untouched by the dragon who had a small interest in music).. WHY is this so funny to me

bilbo putting on some elvish DRIP and being like ✨✨ i feel magnificent ✨✨ (but probably look dumb 😩)

"this is the great chamber of thror" ok thorin the tour guide king

BARD MY KING i love one (1) man 🎯

bilbo being absolutely against any wars or battles and just wanting to go home BUT also being a sneaky lil shit who takes the arkenstone to bard and thranduil BUT also still not wanting to leave his dwarf buddies

when he gives them the gem "not without a shudder, not without a glance of longing" AHHH i want it!

ambiguous gandalf returning. always love to see it

"if you don't like my burglar, please don't damage him" 🙄 ffs thorin chill

"you are not making a very splendid figure as king" yes gandalf call him out

defeat seems "very uncomfortable, not to say distressing" to bilbo. we love.

the fact that he was just knocked out cold during the battle so thur we know very little abt what really happened?? jrrt genius writing hack. might use this one 🤔

fili and kili deserved a better sendoff than just mentioning that they died. come on.

thorin's last words and reconciliation w bilbo... PLEASE I WILL CRY until i throw up. "it has been more than any baggins deserves." "no! there is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly west. some courage and some wisdom blended in measure. if more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."

i might still be crying

"tea is at 4 but any of you are welcome at any time" my heart... ❤️😭 Guess he's no longer scared of running out of cake

bilbo gifting thrandy a necklace as an apology for eating and drinking his stuff secretly, king shit 😉

bilbo having the absolute NERVE to say to ELVES "your lullaby would wake a drunken goblin". wig wig

he deadass borrowed a handkercheif from freaking ELROND 😳

bilbo arriving home to being presumed dead and his stuff literally being auctioned off

"it was a long time before he was in fact admitted to being alive again…" and sackville-bagginses having sm beef with that HAHAHA

he lost his reputation but he lived his best life so who's the winner here 😌😌😌

the closing lines "you are a very fine person, mr baggins, and i am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all" "thank goodness! said bilbo laughing."

like. THIS. literally embodies everything. he is just a little guy. just some smol person. BUT STILL had a say in how BIG things happened. BUT he remains happy to be just a smol simple person.

overall an incredibly fun read and it was way more genuinely FUNNY than i anticipated. bilbo is a whole mood. thorin is a diva. gandalf is there to start shit and hype up bilbo. jrrt with random author's notes throughout the book gives me life.

[phiclets]

Make It Work

challenging myself to write phiclets based on a single randomly generated word: pt 1 / ?

word: arrange

tags: wad era, hurt/comfort

lil disclaimer - I write for vibes, not facts. if anything within this fic is factually inaccurate, please treat it as "canon" divergence and simply enjoy the ride ✌🏼🫶🏼

also on ao3 for your reading pleasure

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After two joint tours with Phil, Dan knows how to troubleshoot on the road. Venue cancellation? He's spending the night adjusting his stage blocking to the new venue dimensions based on grainy Google Images. Stomach issues on the bus? No problem, there's a little pharmacy in the back pocket of his duffel waiting to be abused. Problems with ticketing agencies? If there's one thing two tours has taught him, it's that being a Karen is both a learned skill and sometimes absolutely necessary to avoid a total event collapse two hours before a show.

All this to say, he's become adaptable through his significant experience over the years. He can adjust.

But there's one thing he simply would not have been able to suffer going wrong on the We're All Doomed tour.

Missing Phil's birthday.

To be completely honest, he's not ashamed of the not insignificant amount of grief he put his team through trying to make the route from New Zealand to the UK work in time for the 30th. In his defence, he had tried to arrange it all himself, but after a few choice words from a team member who had far superior knowledge about logistics and planning than him, he'd shut up and just allowed a squadron of ten people crank their brains over how to get their solo performer across the world, mid-tour, to spend a few days with his friend before the show went on. ("Friend" never went down well with any of them if discussed at length, which is why they just kind of didn't.)

But they pulled it off, the madlads. They got him the dates, they got him the flight, and Dan was so, so, so ready by the time he performed in New Zealand to be out of there immediately and back in Phil's arms - if only for a few precious days. Not that he didn't love and appreciate the chance to see his fans from everywhere around the world, but you have to understand, by this point he'd spent months away from a man he'd previously only been separated from for 2 and a half weeks, since the day they met. In two thousand and nine.

Dan missed Phil. He missed him with a fierceness. The day before his flight, sitting in a hotel room listening to a news report about the unexpected floods ravaging the area with one ear, and Phil speaking to him in calm tones through the sweat-slick phone pressed to the other, trying to assure him that it would all clear up by the time Dan was due to fly, Dan felt like he could have vibrated out of his own skin. He wanted to be formless (not the first time he's thought that), without a body, just so he could forego the fucking roads and airplane and just materialise next to Phil in his green bedroom in London, right then. After hanging up — following a promise from Phil that he would call back as soon as he'd had his shower — Dan was left to the urgent, roiling feelings in his stomach and chest, and he started thinking about his show. We're All Doomed. The 2-hour-long essay on a stage, essentially, that lamented about and made fun of the world that was seemingly crumbling around them every day. (It was the epitome of If I don't laugh, I'll cry — so let's just laugh.) He thought about pop culture, and consumerism, and politics and war, and the thing he kept coming back to at the ends of each of these tangents was:

If everyone loved, and craved, and missed another person or thing as purposefully — as fundamentally — as I miss Phil right now, there wouldn't be any fucking confusion about the real priorities in the world.

A thought that made him laugh to himself a little, really. So was the solution to the world's problems, in the end, actually, cheesily, ridiculously: love?

Yeah. It really did feel like it.

-

In the end, his plane took off. He sat with all 6'3" of himself folded into a (thankfully) business class seat for nearly 20 hours. He watched a bunch of random shit. He missed Phil, but the relief of knowing he was at least making physical progress towards him now was a good counterbalance to the pain, lowering the pressure in his chest with each passing minute.

By the time he landed in Heathrow, he felt like the most disgusting person on the planet, but he powered through immigration, baggage claim, and security like they didn't exist. He had an Uber booked the moment he had a clear path to the exits, and he fucking power-walked to that bitch. (Phil wasn't picking him up at the airport because - well, it was Phil. He'd said something about them both ending up back in the house anyway, so why bother making the trip to and from the airport. He could just "get the house ready for Dan to crash in" instead. Whatever that meant.) (Probably hiding all the houseplants he'd murdered in Dan's absence.)

And by the time Dan made it to their front door, he could hardly even believe it. Was he standing here? Was he shuffling through the keys on his keyring for the one he hadn't touched in months, the one that would let him into their home? It felt familiar in his muscles, and like a totally new experience in his brain.

He unlocked the door and pushed, just as at that same moment it was pulled in, and he nearly fell over from the unexpected lack of resistance as the door gave out from beneath his fingers - though even if he'd fallen he wouldn't have fallen to the floor. Just into a painfully real, painfully sweet and familiar body standing just across the threshold. Dan looked up and spontaneously laughed, just a small laugh, quiet and airy from lack of breath. Opposite him - so close to him, so there - Phil smiled in similarly elated, disbelieving fashion. And Dan let himself fall where he'd caught himself before. His forehead found Phil's bony shoulder, his hands interlocked simply - was it all so ridiculously simple? - over the small of Phil's back. Phil's arms took him and brought him closer still.

Dan let himself disappear into it. Formless, body-less. Just the feeling of being in love.

[sarahmadpeople]

Family Dinner

Summary: Halstead’s sister thought that this time, family dinner would be peaceful but boy was she wrong.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton, Will Halstead x Halstead!Reader, Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader

Characters: Halstead!Sister Reader (OFC), Dad Halstead, Will Halstead, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton, Jay’s daughter (OFC)

Tags: light angst, fluff, brother love, family dynamics

Warnings: none

Word count: 1101

Disclaimer: i don’t own any of the characters and this is purely fiction but based on true event ✌🏼

a/n: first chicago med fic although i’ve been watching the series since forever,, jay and hailey have a daughter in here (they deserve so much),, sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy this short fic ~~

Masterlist

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There’s no Halstead family dinner that’s uneventful and that includes tonight. Everyone’s here at dad’s home for our weekly dinner. Will was the one who insisted on having dinners like this to spend time together after dad’s narrow escape from death in the apartment fire (and to watch dad’s diet once in a while, not that Will would admit that).

Dad’s seated at one end of the table and Will at the other end while Jay and Hailey sat at one side of the table and Alina and I sat at the other side of the table. Alina is my niece, Jay’s and Hailey’s daughter, who’s turning 8 years old in a few months.

Our plates were all loaded up with food that Will and I cooked since we’re in-charge of dinner tonight.

“The mashed potatoes are so good! I’m guessing Evie cooked it?” Jay said, in between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes. I laughed, “That’s right, big brother, and it’s mom’s recipe so can’t go wrong.”

There’s a pause of silence after I mentioned mom but that’s normal, we all miss her. Trying to cheer the moment, Hailey complimented the pasta that everybody knew Will made because it was his go-to dish to cook (and his most famous in the family). Dinner resumed and everyone made small talks with each other.

“I want to eat bread with nutella,” whined Alina and I glanced over to see that her dinner was already half-eaten. “Go and take the bread and nutella from the kitchen,” I instructed and Alina smiled cheerfully, skipping to the kitchen and back to the dining table with said items.

I helped Alina to spread the nutella on the bread and continued eating my dinner. Not even 5 minutes later, Alina called out to me, “I want more,” so I said, “You can do it yourself, Alina”. I pushed the bread and nutella to her. I was about to continue eating when dad voiced out, “Why can’t you just do it for her? She wants to eat it.”

Before I could even answer, he continued, “Sometimes, I think that you don’t like Alina. The way you treat her at times is just uncalled for.” I looked at dad, was he being serious? Was he really going to talk about this during dinner? Granted I’m not the kind of aunt who’s lovey dovey with their niece but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. I’m rough with her because she’s like my younger sister who can tolerate and even return that treatment to me. It was like your typical sister siblings behaviour. Regardless, it was a mutual agreement that we don’t upset each other while eating and dad being dad, went straight to break it.

“Dad, Evie’s in the middle of eating, she hasn’t eaten since lunch and was busy the whole evening, besides, Alina’s old enough to spread the nutella on her own.” I heard Will saying. I felt myself shut down, which usually happens when I’m upset.

“Yeah dad, Alina can do it herself, don’t be mad,” Hailey started before turning to me and apologised, “Sorry Evie”. I shook my head and smiled (more like grimaced) at her, whispering a short “it’s okay”. Then, before Alina could reach the bread, I took it and made one for her. My eyes got teary and I knew if I talked I’d cry so I whispered to her, asking if she wanted more. Alina nodded so I made another piece for her.

I went silent the entire dinner. Having lost appetite after what happened, I ate slowly and ended up picking half of what’s left on my plate. I felt Will nudging my leg from under the table and I looked up to see the concern in his eyes. I smiled and continued picking at my food.

One by one, everybody finished their dinner and I carried my own plate together with what’s left on the dining table to the kitchen. Tonight, it was also mine and Will’s turn to clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. So while the two of us were in the kitchen, the rest were in the living room watching tv.

“I’m sorry about dad. He shouldn’t have said that, especially when we’re eating.” Will said, starting what he hoped to be a conversation that I honestly was not in the mood for. I shrugged and replied, “Whatever, not the first time and i’m sure it’s not gonna be the last. Let’s just clear all these so we can go home.” My tone giving Will no room to retort or continue the conversation. So we cleaned in silence and soon dad’s kitchen was back to its original state, clean and tidy.

‘Hey dad, I’m gonna go home first. See ya around,” I didn’t bother to wait for any replies before heading out the front door.

“Evie!” I heard Jay called out and stopped. I felt Jay approaching before he entered my line of sight. “I want to apologise for dinner, about Alina and Dad. I know you love my daughter, no doubt about that. It’s not fair for dad to say that to you, after what you’ve done for Alina ever since she was a baby. I’m not excusing him but it’s not like you don’t know him, right. Please don’t let this be our last family dinner.” Jay said.

I scoffed because yeah, I know what dad is like, but I thought he could’ve at least spared my dignity over dinner. “Don’t worry big brother, I’m not gonna disappear just because of tonight. I’ve faced worst than this, and I’m sorry too about Alina, I could’ve just prepared more than one piece of bread and no drama would occur. It's my fault too.”

Jay laughed and shook his head, “Don’t blame yourself, we’re Halstead, what’s life without drama,” he paused, then continued, “Okay, not gonna keep you here any longer than you’d want, so see ya around kiddo, and wait for Will, you live with him,” Jay ruffled my hair and went back in. Seconds after, Will was rushing out of the house.

“You’re so impatient, lil sis, left me high and dry in there to explain to dad why we’re rushing back home,” I heard Will and rolled my eyes. As Will turned the car engine on, he looked at me and said, “Dad said he’s sorry for what he said just now,”

I nodded. I looked at the house dad stayed and thought about the people inside and knew that I wouldn’t change this family for anything, even with the baggage it comes with.

“Okay.”

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This is the end

Summary: you, Sebastian and Ominis all come to the conclusion that it’s time to move on

Warnings: angst, unresolved feelings in literally every direction. Duncan is a dick, Garreth is v protective. (I love Garreth sue me)

Word count: 11k😬

Guys when I tell you I genuinely did not mean to let this get as long as it did but oh well. I fully could do a part two or like multiple parts for each of the guys? Just let me know.

This was also just to allow me some time to continue writing my Benny x reader fic✌🏼😋

This is the place where I wish all of you all the best.

Ominis could hear it. He could hear the moment everything shifted. The exact moment that the sounds started to ring in his sensitive ears as if an annoying bug buzzing constantly near him.

He could hear it the moment he decided to follow you and Sebastian into the catacombs the first time when you went looking for the relic. He could hear the pounding in his ear now as he listened to the both of you talk.

He could hear it laced into Sebastian’s words as they turned venomous against him for ever thinking he’d let Ominis take his one chance at saving his sister away. And he could hear it in your voice.

The desperation to keep the peace between the two always seemed to be a huge concern for you. Why it irritated Ominis so much he couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was your lack of understanding or more so the lack of concern for yourself.

He hated the way you tried not to side with anyone. He hated the way you were so convincing with what you had to say. Maybe it was because he was always rather weak for your words.

He clung to them the moment you buried yourself in his heart. He knew he’d do anything you’d asked of him he just hoped you wouldn’t ask for so much.

He could hear the change when you finally calmed Sebastian down enough for you to confront Ominis.

“Please Ominis.” You whispered so softly he could’ve lost his composure if it wasn’t the only thing he had left. “I don’t want this to end the way Sebastian will make it end.”

“And how exactly is that?” He snapped, taking a step back when his wand sensed you were too close to him. He needed you further away. He couldn’t think straight with you so close.

Taking a deep breath he paced in front of you, trying to gather his thoughts. Until finally, “please. He won’t listen to me. I need your help to convince him to leave the relic.”

Silence was the only thing that followed his request and how he hated the silence. “Ominis I promised him I’d help find a cure.”

“And what of the promises you made to me?!” He demanded, taking you by surprise by his sudden outburst.

He could hear Sebastian’s impatient footsteps further down and he knew he was close to losing both of you. “Let us leave ominis. I promise I will look after him.”

“I-I cannot.” He knew if he allowed this this would be the monumental moment he could never go back and change. But no matter how it happened the outcome didn’t end well.

“Please don’t make me use Imperio Ominis, I beg of you.” Your voice cracked and along with it his will to fight you. He stopped his pacing and turned in the direction of your voice, his face morphing into nothingness as his resolve broke down.

He couldn’t follow you down this path any longer. He helped you with the scriptorium for you not for Sebastian but this..this he could no longer do. “Fine. Leave.”

He heard your voice call for Sebastian as both of your footsteps faded into nothing. In the silence he knew even now he would always go back to you if you needed him and that alone crushed him.

When hopelessness turns from emotionless into depressed.

There were many times in the past when Ominis would find you hiding out in the undercroft by yourself. When he first met you he couldn’t stand it and he’d turn right back around and leave without so much as a hello.

But one evening when, for whatever reason, he decided to give you a piece of his mind for invading the space. His space. A space you had no right being in. He worked himself up enough from the entrance to where he found you by your voice that he was about to start shouting when he heard the sniffles and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Y/n..?” His soft tone startled even himself and from the sounds of you frantically shuffling around he could tell it startled you as well. “Are you alright?”

“Ominis!” You put on a cheery voice and he frowned. He wasn’t ever pleasant to you in the past so why now, even when he found you at your most vulnerable you decided to try and be nice he would never know. “I’m sorry! Don’t mind me. I just needed a moment and I thought you had class.”

He listened as you got to your feet, “I do. I decided I didn’t want to go today.” You hummed curiously in response. “So now I have all the time in the world for you to tell me what’s wrong.”

He moved to the spot next to you and slid down to sit. You stood for a few moments more before you reluctantly slid down next to him.

This was the moment that changed how he felt about you. You didn’t talk that day, you both just sat in silence until the next period started but since then he would frequently go to the undercroft around the same time to see you.

Overtime you opened up to him and he to you. Until one day you stopped showing up at all. Though he never gave up hope that you would return for your brief hours alone so he continued to come, he never told you but he never had a class at that hour. He had only gone there to get away from Sebastian.

One day his hopes did come to light. It had only been a few days since the relic incident and if he was being honest he didn’t expect to find you there at all.

But the moment he stepped foot into the space it was filled with your uncontrollable sobs. He was quick to drop everything he was holding, beside his wand, and quickly follow the sound of your voice. “Y/n? Y/n tell me what’s wrong please.”

Though he was still mad at you he knew he was right that he’d always come back to you if you needed him and now you did. He crouched a few steps from you, holding his hand out and hoping you would take it which you did.

You grabbed it and he pulled you to him, his butt falling to the ground in the process of holding you in his arms. You cried into his neck while he held you. “Y/n please tell me what’s happened?”

“You were right Ominis. I can’t stop him.” You cried wrapping your arms tighter around him. “He’s turned cold, reckless and ungrateful for everything I’ve given up to help him.”

He stayed silent and just let you cry. He could tell that mentally you were depleted. His best friend continued to take and take with no regard for your well being and it broke his heart to see you finally hit the realization of it.

Finally after awhile when you calmed down enough to let go of your death grip on Ominis you spoke in a quiet voice close to his ear. “I’m scared of what he will do Ominis. I can’t stop whatever he’s going to do. I’m sorry.” His grip on you tightened.

“Don’t be sorry.” He turned his head slightly to kiss yours. “It’ll be okay.” Soon after you fell asleep in his arms and carefully while also very slowly he took you to the medical wing where you were quickly taken from his arms and put into a bed.

He was pushed away soon after to go to the dining hall for dinner when the very man that had you sobbing only mere hours ago came running over to him.

He asked him to come to the Catacombs to help him. He was almost inclined to say no until he said that Anne would be there. “Have you even noticed that’s y/ns not here?” Immediately Sebastian perked up and looked around. “You haven’t have you? And I suppose you expect her to help you in this endeavor as well?”

“She already agreed to help.” Instantly Ominis shut his mouth. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't deny the fact that you probably already did agree. “Please Ominis. Anne agreed to go if you help!”

He wanted to say no. So badly. He wanted to tell him to forget the relic if this was how he was going to treat those who helped him. But then he thought of you and anne in the catacombs against Sebastian and he didn’t know if worse come to worse if you or anne would be able to fight his best friend.

When finally he nodded his head in agreement Sebastian grabbed him in a hug and thanked him profusely before running out of the great hall and Ominis was left standing there. The buzzing in his ears coming back tenfold.

I’ve made amends with myself and I’m feeling okay.

Ever since Ominis was a child he held onto the guilt of casting Crucio on innocent people. Sebastian and Anne consoled him many times in the beginning, telling him how it wasn’t his fault he never asked to learn.

He knew that. Of course he knew that.

He knew it wasn’t his fault his family enjoyed casting it and it wasn’t his fault when they gave him the option to either cast it or have it used on him. Some days he wondered if he should’ve just let them kill him.

“Don’t say things like that.” You had said to him one day when he opened up to you. “You are a marvelous man Ominis. Don’t ever say something like that.”

And somehow, you got through to him when the others couldn’t. He knew it wasn’t his fault and he let himself be forgiven. He wished he could do the same right now as he stood outside the catacombs talking to Anne.

Just like when he was younger, he knew he had no control over what Sebastian did. He knew his best friend was lost to his own desperation but standing here listening to Anne’s voice break as she told him she couldn’t do it he so badly wished he could get through to him.

He wished he could change his mind just as he wished he could change his parents. He wanted to forgive himself for not watching out for Sebastian more.

“Ominis.” Your voice broke through the buzzing and it was then he realized Anne had fled. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head, “Sebastian’s in there.” He heard your soft sigh before your footsteps came closer to him. This time he didn’t back away from you.

“I can get him. I understand if you don’t want to follow.” He almost scoffed at your suggestion but instead he shook his head softly.

“I’m going with you.”

Only half way in did Ominis realize how wrong he was. He couldn’t do this. He can’t do this. Sounds became muffled to him as he listened to you riddle off spell after spell until deafening silence when you defeated the last inferi.

He heard your voice call to him but he couldn’t move not until your hand gently grabbed his arm. “I can’t go further.” He felt so guilty even saying it. He wanted to go with you, he wanted to protect you from Sebastian’s choices but he couldn’t.

Not only because he couldn’t bring himself to fight his life long best friend but because you had already made your choice alongside Sebastian. He couldn’t protect you from the spells Sebastian had already taught you. The ones you’ve already used in battle.

In the moment of realization he felt like a weight lifted slightly. He wasn’t to blame. He had nothing to feel guilty for. You and Sebastian made your choice and even if Ominis loved both of you dearly, it wasn’t him that edged either of you on to make those decisions.

“I understand Ominis.” Your voice brought him back. You almost had a tone of relief in your words like you could see his realization written across his face and were proud of him for not taking on more guilt that wasn’t his to bare. “I allowed him to get this far, I’ll be the one to finish it.”

“I have to get to professor black.” He said quickly and you squeezed his hand

You tugged in him slightly, pulling him into a hug. “Go.” You whispered and goosebumps ran up his arms. “I will fix this.”

Then you pushed yourself away from him and ran further into the catacombs.

The voice in my head keeps on telling me this is the day.

He knew the moment the three of you stepped foot into the undercroft after everything was said and done that it would most likely be the last time you three would ever be in there together if anyone of you did decide to return.

He could hear the change that suddenly surrounded all three of you. A silence so loud the ringing in his ears almost became unbearable.

Anne had run away as soon as she buried her uncle and Sebastian was breaking apart in the secret room while Ominis tore into him.

You stood silently to the side while you let Ominis get out everything he needed to say and he was grateful for that up until Sebastian stalked away and he was left alone with you. Suddenly he wasn’t so grateful for your silence.

Even less so when your first words were asking him to not turn in his best friend and how would he ever be able to say no to you?

Soon after everything did change just as he thought they would. Sebastian no longer talked to him or you for that matter but you also never seemed to be around for anyone to talk to anymore.

You busied yourself with anything and everything that even Natty and Poppy hardly ever saw you.

Until now when he found himself lounging in one of the many corners of hogwarts where he would usually go to, to take a nap. He was almost asleep until he felt you slide down next to him and his wand buzzed in delight.

“Hello.” Your voice sounded so lovely to him. He didn’t realize how lonely he’d gotten until you spoke to him again. “How have you been?”

He let the question hang in the air for a moment. “As well as one could be I suppose though I think I should be asking you that.” You laughed nervously and brushed off the comment.

“I just wanted to come over and thank you Ominis. I never properly did.” He could feel your fingertips ghosting over his hand before you seemed to think better of it and pulled away. You both sat in silence while he waited for what you thought you had to thank him for until finally you spoke up again, your voice so soft he believed if he didn’t have such a keen sense of hearing he would’ve missed it. “Thank you for not turning him in.”

“I didn’t do it for him.” The response was Almost immediate. You never discussed your feelings and he never knew if they landed closer to him or to Sebastian but somehow in this moment he knew it didn’t matter. It was over.

He could feel you tense next to him but before he could take back what he said or at least add on, you were gathering your things.

“Nevertheless. Thank you Ominis truly.” You leant over and kissed him on the cheek before you were on your feet and walking away.

He sighed, his fingers ghosting over where you kissed him.

This is the end.

This slideshow of all that I’ve seen and all that I’ve done.

Sebastian could see the change. He could see it in every empty seat next to him that you or Ominis used to occupy. He could see it In every corner he used to go to to speak with you if only for a moment.

He could see it in almost every room he frequented at Hogwarts. All of them laced with some sort of memory of you or of all of you together.

He could see it in the pitying looks he received from the staff and students. He didn’t know what lie was spread about his uncle but he wished the looks would stop most of all.

Some people glared at him like they knew what he did to you, those people mainly being Garreth and Natty.

But most of all he could see it in your disappearance

He worried for you. Of course he did, how could he not? He’s seen the many things you were capable of, he knew how powerful you were. He can recall the many many camps you took down and came rushing to tell him about.

He knew you were wearing yourself thin but in his haze he never seemed to give it much thought. Something he felt crushing him now as once again, on a new day, you were in none of the classes.

The teachers seemed to give a worried glance at your seat every so often and that never made him feel better.

He could see the side glances some of your closest friends constantly gave him. He had no doubt you told them of some of things he’d said to you in the past.

The way he formed his words to be as if daggers because even in the short time you knew each other he knew exactly what to say to cut you deep. And cut you he did. Yet you never gave up on him and you stood by his side till the last second.

He took advantage of you. He could admit that to himself. The longer he was with you the more power he saw you had the more he took from you. Every second with you was a second he fell in love with you but it was overshadowed by his own greed.

Ominis also acted as if he didn’t exist at the moment, though Sebastian was also partially to blame for it. Anytime he saw the familiar red glow of his wand he turned and booked it the other direction. The few times he didn’t notice Ominis until it was too late the blonde just walked past him with his lips pressed in a thin line. He knew that Ominis could sense him and he didn’t blame him for the treatment.

“Poppy?” One day he’d finally had enough. It was the second week in a row you didn’t show up to any classes and no one was talking about it. He’d seen your friends gather your assignments for you and the last he witnessed was Poppy just now collecting from the magical beasts class

She turned with a slight frown, holding all of the supplies in her hands. By the looks of it there were some extra treats she snagged to feed your beasts in the room of requirement. Had you not even gone there?

“Yes Sebastian?” The two of them were just barely entering the castle from where the summoners court was.

Sebastian shuffled on his feet slightly, “have you heard from Y/n?” He asked softly which made Poppy’s frown melt. “I haven’t seen her anywhere.”

“No I’m afraid I haven’t. I’m sorry.” Out of anyone he could tell Poppy wasn’t lying. She held the papers up slightly before speaking again “we’ve all been collecting assignments for her. I will say there is quite a pile now.”

“I’m just worried about her.” Poppy didn’t say anything to that. She didn’t know what to say. How could you console someone who you knew broke your best friends heart multiple times?

“I don’t think you should be worrying about Y/n, Sallow.” Poppy stiffened when she heard Garreths voice echo slightly from where he was. “It’s your fault she’s even disappeared in the first place.”

Sebastian turned to look at him slightly. Almsot shocked to see such anger on Garreths face. Never in the years he’d known him had he seen Garreth this angry. “Why is it any of your concern Weasley? I’m just concerned for a friend.”

“A friend?” Garreth scoffed and quickly made his way towards Sebastian. “No a friend wouldn’t hurt another friend as much as you have.”

Poppy looked between the two, her arms getting tired to the point she considered just dropping everything to try and stop this from escalating. “Guys please don’t fight.” But her plea fell on deaf ears as Sebastian took a step closer, his face screwed up in anger.

“What would you even knew Weasley? You’re barely friends.”

Garreth scoffed again, “goes to show how little you knew about Y/N. We spent as much time together as she did with the rest of you.” Sebastian couldn’t help the surprise he felt. “Shocked that she’d spend as much time with me as she did with you?”

When Sebastian was about to lunge the main door slammed open with an out of breathe Natty on the other side. “Natty? What’s going on?!” Poppy asked frantically when she saw the wild look in her friends eyes.

“I need a professor quick!” She said while she ran to poppy, crabbing hold of her arms. “It’s Y/n she’s just collapsed outside!”

Poppy finally dropped everything she was holding and Garreth was quick to start running back up the stairs. “I’ll get my aunt just go back out there and make sure she’s okay!” He shouted.

Sebastian was frozen in place while he watched Poppy and Natty run outside towards you. All he could do was stare at the papers scattered across the ground.

Only moments later, a crowd already started forming by the entrance. Sebastian found himself sat on one of the steps on the left side with your papers in a messy pile next to him.

Finally the doors opened again and in walked Professor Weasley who was walking in front of Garreth who was carrying your limp body in his arms. He felt his heart fall to the pits of his stomach at the sight of you, bloodied and bruised barely clinging to life.

Across the way on the other stair case he saw Ominis with his wand held out and his eyebrows pinched in worry.

Just what had you gotten yourself into?

It plays over my thoughts on repeat, like a terrible song.

It wasn’t until days later the reason for your injuries were spread throughout the school. He got wind of it at dinner when he was playing with the food on his plate and Imelda came to sit in front of him.

“It was the crucio curse.” His entire body froze. Ever since the day he cast it on you he has never been able to forgive himself but right now all he could think about was how what he’d done caused this. Almost as if seeing his panic she spoke again, “she tried to take down another bandit camp. Someone used it on her when she wasn’t looking.”

Even still that didn’t get his heart beating any better. You’d been crucioed for the second time in your life and one of them had been by him.

“I don’t know what she’s been doing but since she’s been gone there’s been reports of many bandit camps being taken down.” Imelda said picking up an apple from the middle of the table. “It’s no wonder this happened eventually.”

“Are you saying she deserves it?” He gritted out and Imelda stopped moving to take a really good look at him. His hair was a mess he had bags under his eyes and he was a lot paler than she last remembered. She didn’t know exactly what happened between the famous trio but she could see the toll it was taking on him.

Softly she set her apple down. “Of course not sallow. It may be hard to believe but she’s my friend as well.” He nodded his head slightly “I wouldn’t wish an unforgivable curse onto even my greatest enemy.”

He couldn’t hear anymore. Of course no one could think to use an unforgivable, no one ever would unless they were like him. “Where are you going?” Imelda called when he stood abruptly from his seat.

“Lost my appetite.” He muttered before making his way out.

He felt sick to his stomach. Everything he’s ever said or done to you seemed to all come crashing down on him at once.

The time he used an unforgivable curse on you didn’t seem to affect him in the moment but now when he looked back on it he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He never even apologized to you for that. He never even tried to fight you in trying to act heroic when it was his own idea to go in there and it was he who mentioned it to you in the first place.

He knew what he was doing the moment you went into the scriptorium. It was the day he changed how he viewed you. That day he started using you for your powers and you let him.

He couldn’t breathe. He shoved open the big doors to the great hall, practically shoving anyone out of his way.

Not once did he ever consider the fact that you could have died. Not only because of him but because of everyone else who used you for your powers.

He clutched his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically. How lonely you must’ve felt. How lonely you must’ve been when everyone used you for their own purposes.

Finally he pushed open the final door and turned to the right to go to the corner where he could gather himself.

Where he could think about every awful thing he’s done. He loved you he truly did. When did he let his own selfishness get in the way of that? When did he think it to be okay to use his words to verbally wound you.

Words that he could see cut deep, almost as if cutting into your soul. Even in those arguments you never called off your attempts to help Anne. You would decide to go it alone and yet he still did what he did and said what he said.

“Did you see the new scar she got?” Suddenly the crushing world lifted slightly when he heard Leander Prewetts annoying voice cut through the silence.

The red head was walking with a few of his friends, only two of them Sebastian could recognize as Poppy and Garreth. “It’s gone down her arm.” Garreth confirmed, none of them seeming to notice Sebastian slumped over in the corner. Everyone except Leander.

“Do you wonder if it has anything to do with sallow?” Leander asked and poppy was quick to stop him.

“That’s not funny Leander. Sebastian wouldn’t do something like that.” Leander glanced towards the corner Sebastian was in, letting poppy follow his gaze. Her jaw tightened and she turned back to him, “Leander don’t start anything.”

Garreth finally seemed to realize what they were looking at but made no move to stop whatever Leander planned to do.

“Have something to say to me Leander?” Sebastian finally snapped after listening to the boy talk about him merely a few feet away.

“Not at all sallow.” The few students that were around went quiet to try and listen in on what was happening.

Sebastian hummed and started dropping his head back to the ground “Good. Because I’d hope you’d at least have the courage to say something to my face.” Leander scoffed.

“I just think it’s funny.” He spoke again, ignoring Poppy’s plea to leave it alone. “How the scar that appeared on Y/ns neck is quite similar to the new scar running down her arm caused by the crucio curse.”

Sebastian snapped his head up and abruptly stood. He took a few paces towards Leander who, to his surprise, didn’t back away. “What are you getting at Prewett?” He seethed.

“Nothing nothing” he held his hands up in mock defense before dropping them again. “Only that Y/n got that scar after spending an afternoon with you.”

“Is Leander trying to say Sebastian used crucio on y/n?” He heard someone whisper amongst the few students and immediately he drew his wand, Leander quick to follow.

“You think I cruciod y/n?!” He couldn’t admit it not in front of everyone. “I ought to crucio you Leander!”

“Sebastian!” As soon as the voice carried across the ever growing crowd everyone dispersed and Ominis stepped forward, his brow furrowed in fury. “That is enough.”

Close behind him was professor Fig. “Mr. Sallow. Mr Prewett. What is the meaning of this?” Leander was quick to put his wand away leaving Sebastian the only one looking like a threat.

“Nothing professor just a small quarrel.” Professor Fig opened his mouth to respond when Natty came around the corner yelling for professor Fig.

“Professor!” She shouted before she reached him and Figs whole attention was now on her. “It’s y/n.”

Professor figs head shot towards the boys and towards the doors leading to the great hall almost conflicted but before he could worry much more professor Weasley came out to see what was going on.

“Professor weasley! Perfect timing. Will you take care of these two? I have to go see Y/n” she instantly nodded her head and allowed Professor Fig to leave who was practically running down the halls following Natty.

Sebastian watched them go his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. Did something happen? Did you wake up?

Did you die?

When he looked towards Ominis he could see he also had the same questions running through his head.

“Now would someone care to explain what happened?”

I keep telling myself I can make it if I just press on.

The next few days he learned that no you didn’t die, you actually woke up and that day Natty was trying to find Fig because you woke up asking for him.

He started seeing you around school again and he became better at avoiding you completely. He couldn’t bare to see the scars or the bandages you had wrapped around you.

He couldn’t bare to see if Leander was right about the scar running up your neck.

You started going back to class and Sebastian was the one who decided to find a different seat before he saw you walk into class and realize you had to see him next to you.

He didn’t want to hurt you. Not anymore. Not after everything he’s done to you. So he tried to make life easier for you even if it felt like he was chipping away at his own heart and soul.

He would watch you interact with Garreth, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that the red head was right. You did spend a lot of time together just never in front of him, he’d always steal you away the moment Garreth would even say a word to you. Something he couldn’t do now.

With the absence of you and Ominis he has never been more lost. His grades never seemed to suffer and he wasn’t sure if it was the professors taking pity on him.

He was so sick of the pity. He was so sick of the loneliness he felt surround him. He missed you desperately.

Sebastian, after many attempts from students that called him ‘friend’ tried to get him to talk, finally found solitude at the top of the astronomy tower.

He always came during the day when no students would be up there. They had no point. He was skipping class again, he wasn’t sure anyone would take notice anymore.

As he looked out at the castle he called home he wondered if anyone would truly take notice if he disappeared all together. If anyone would even care if he decided to just-

“Sebastian.” The boys eyes widened in shock before he shook his head softly, hoping he was hearing the voice only in his head. “Sebastian I know you’re there I can sense you.”

In utter shock Sebastian turned his head slightly, “Ominis.” The blonde nodded in confirmation almost as if he was also reassuring himself that he was speaking to his old best friend. “What-?”

He couldn’t even ask, he didn’t know how. “Y/ns worried about you.” Ominis said matter of factly while he carefully walked closer to him. “Enough so that she’s come to me to check on you out of desperation.”

“Why didn’t she just come herself?” Ominis lolled his head to the side with his eyebrows raised as if to ask ‘seriously?’

“She’s noticed you’ve been missing class. You both seem to be switching off in that area.” He remarked but Sebastian wasn’t listening. His heart was pounding out of his chest. He couldn’t believe it, while he was sitting here wondering if anyone noticed, he never cared to hold your gaze long enough to realize you had been watching him silently the whole time.

“I-“ he paused to gather his thoughts. “Why?”

Ominis frowned, a scowl almost poking through on his face. “I don’t know. Especially after everything.” He said it with such distaste that Sebastian didn’t respond. Ominis sighed, “what are you doing Sebastian.”

“What?”

“Y/n gave you a second chance at life and here you are trying to waste it.” Silence fell between them while he processed the words. “She risked everything to keep you here the least you could do is actually do something with your life.”

Sebastian winced. He knew Ominis was right no matter how much his harsh words hurt. He deserved much worse anyways. “I didn’t know she was the reason why I was still here.” He admitted.

“She practically begged me and I agreed to convince Anne.” At the mention of his twins name, he couldn’t help the pricks of incoming tears. Another moment of silence stretched out before Ominis turned his whole body in the direction he presumed Sebastian to be. “Give me the book.”

The air seemed to get knocked out of his lungs like a quaffle struck him right in the stomach at full speed. “W-what?”

“Don’t play stupid Sebastian. Give me the book.” Ominis held his hand out expectantly and Sebastian quietly dug through his bag that had been lying on the ground next to him. He pulled out a book he snagged from the restricted section the day you were put into the medical wing. “I think you’ve known me long enough to not question how I knew you had this. I could sense the hatred that surrounded it.”

He didn’t have to explain further Sebastian already knew. It was the first book in the restricted section he had read in his search for a cure. He hoped if he was going to be alone for the rest of his life he may as well put some use to finding another cure.

“Anne’s gone.” Ominis said while stuffing the book into his own bag to return later. “I don’t even know where she went. So this search of yours is in vain.”

He shuffled in his bag some more before he pulled out another book. He practically shoved it towards Sebastian who took a step back in surprise. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you. I don’t know how she seems to have never hated you in the first place.” He was talking about you again with the same resentment in his tone like he knew something Sebastian didn’t. As if he was angry at Sebastian for a whole different reason. “She wanted me to gift you this.”

Sebastian took it softly. It was a book on first steps to becoming an auror. Something he always wanted to do before Anne was cursed. “She had that since the day you told her you wanted to be one.” The brown haired boy finally felt the tears falling from his eyes. “Start over Sebastian. If not for yourself for her.” Then he left and Sebastian was left standing there alone, crying.

But these hauntingly beautiful memories tell me I’m wrong.

Sebastian sat at his desk staring down at the book Ominis had handed over to him. The book you had with you since the day he told you his dreams.

He stopped crying awhile ago, his body felt like it could no longer cry. So with his bloodshot eyes he stared down at the book.

He knew Ominis was right. He always was. If he was given this chance he needed to use it. He loved Anne more than anything in the world but he also knew she was gone and he didn’t know if he would ever see or hear from her again. He had to move on.

Sebastian glanced up from the book, his eyes landing on an enchanted photo he got framed months ago. It was a picture of you him and Ominis in the undercroft. Next to it tucked into the corner of the frame was a Polaroid you gave him of just the two of you.

He wondered if he really could become an auror now even after everything. It was true that since you covered for him no one knew what truly happened and Ominis wouldn’t say anything against him nor would Anne. Even if they hated him they would be rooting for him In the end.

Just as you have this entire time.

He wished he wasn’t such a coward and could just talk to you like he used to but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. You were everything to him and he couldn’t bare the thought of himself not being everything to you, no matter how selfish that sounds.

You. You were so beautiful. In so many ways that Sebastian could write a book on, you were beautiful. The way you held yourself, the way you held such a dangerous power with such grace, the way you cared and loved others, the way you never seemed to have a selfish bone in your body not matter what people did or said to you.

He thought you were gorgeous when he could see the sparkle in you eyes after you took down a camp and rescued an animal or when you’d come back from feeding the rest of the animals in the room of requirement.

He remembered thinking how ethereal you looked the first time you showed him the sanctuary you had for them and the soft smile you had on your face while you nurtured them. He could still see it clearly. He was holding a baby niffler in his arms while you laughed softly at your Puffskeins. God how he wanted to kiss you then.

Quickly, he grabbed the book and shoved it into his bag. There was no point dwelling on any of this. You and he were done just as he and Ominis were. He determined if he couldn’t have you in his life the way he wanted he would work hard to fulfill what you had given him a second chance at. He would become an auror.

He made his way down to the Great hall for dinner, it was pretty full. He looked towards his table before his eyes landed on Ominis who was sat alone at the very end.

In the end more rumors were spread about him, too many for Ominis to even care anymore. He let people believe what they wanted and he continued to keep to himself.

Before he could stop and question himself Sebastian made his way down the table to the empty spot in front of Ominis and sat down. He didn’t say a word in greeting, just put some food on his plate and pulled the book out and began reading in silence.

“I’m glad Sebastian.” Ominis said softly his hand gripped his wand lightly just to understand what was going on in front of him. “She would be too.”

Sebastian didn’t respond. This conversation didn’t mean anything for them in the long run and he knew that. Ominis made it very clear he wasn’t sure he could forgive him but maybe just maybe if they both started out slow they could try and move on.

The doors to the great hall opened again and Sebastian looked up before immediately regretting it. As soon as he glanced up his eyes locked with yours and he couldn’t tell if his heart would beat out of his chest or stop beating all together. Because even now, with the new scars and even the old you looked just as beautiful as when he last saw you weeks ago.

Though some people would probably comment on how tired you looked and he couldn’t doubt it, you did. What hurt more was the look in your eyes. A mixture of hurt and relief.

It wasn’t hard to see you glance at Ominis and then back at him, your frown deepening. He wanted to get up. He wanted to go to you. He stopped when Garreth ushered you away, his own gaze trained on Sebastian too.

Sebastian didn’t even see Garreth walk in with you.

Your gazes broke away and you were careful not to let them meet again after that. “Has she spoken to you much?” Sebastian found himself asking.

Ominis frowned deeply and picked at his food. “The last real conversation we had was her thanking me and that was weeks if not a month ago at this point.”

“But she asked you to give me this book?” Sebastian pointed out, genuinely curious. He didn’t relize just how bad this falling out was.

“It was a fleeting moment.” He revealed. “She practically shoved it in my hands and ran.”

They didn’t say anything more after that but it was evident in both of them how much they missed you. And it seemed evident to everyone else that you three may never speak to each other again.

This is the end.

Push comes to shove but you’ve been pushed far enough for the day.

You could feel the change. The way the earth seemed to shift beneath your feet at such a high speed it threatened to knock you over every breathe you took.

You could feel it in the crushing pressure everyone put onto your shoulders. Never once considering that maybe it was to much.

You were a student you shouldn’t be doing the things you are just for the sake of being kind. Especially when they give you nothing in return or have the audacity to be rude to you.

You could feel it in the way the keepers held you to such high standards and the way professor fig always looked to you to do the right thing.

You never went a day where you didn’t feel like the entirety of the wizarding world laid solely on your shoulders.

You could feel it in their absence. The two people you missed the most as of late. You could feel it in the lingering glance’s Sebastian sent your way or the chill that ran down your spine when you heard Ominis speak from around a corner.

You were tired. You felt numb. Nothing was right anymore. You did everything you could to be the best everything but in the end it would never be enough.

You needed to be the best student, the best friend, the one everyone could rely on and not let any of it affect you. But it did. Everyone around you eventually started to take notice of it little by little.

Your closest friends were with you constantly whenever you were at Hogwarts and there was never a moment for you to be alone. You weren’t sure if you hated that or if you were thankful to them.

Loud screeching ripped you from your thoughts. You didn’t realize how far away you were until a spider attacked you, knocking you back. You gasped in pain when your back collided with the ground where many of your wounds were still trying to heal.

You shouldn’t be here you knew that. You said you would help Duncan, again. Out of everyone Duncan was the one to ask for the most out of you. You were furious.

This time was some ingredient you didn’t even care to remember at this point as you tried to just get out of the cave alive. You knew Duncan was a smart guy, you knew that Duncan kept how dangerous this task was just as he had for the past things he’s asked you to collect.

Before you were more than happy to oblige because you would always ask Sebastian or Ominis to come with. Now though you were becoming more and more aware of just how much these people asked of you.

You had a whole list of things you promised to get done. And again with little to nothing in return.

What felt like hours which was only a mere few minutes you finally cleared out all but one spider. You were in so much pain, clutching your side. You were almost positive you may have a cracked rib while some of your other older wounds re-opened and blood seeped through your clothes.

The spider screeched at you as he raised his front legs and got ready to attack but you were in no mood to play around.

You gritted your teeth and with the last bit of energy you had You used your ancient magic to lift the spider into the air and slam it into the ground over and over even when you knew it was dead, you let out a frustrated yell and slammed it into the ground one more time.

When you went to take a step forward you collapsed onto your knees. You heaved in a few painful breathes while you forced yourself to stand and slowly walked over to the stupid plant Duncan asked you for.

You snatched it along with a wiggenweld potion you found nearby. When you got outside the air pierced your lungs like a painful knife and you let out another painful dejected sigh.

You had taken the potion a few minutes ago but with the amount of injuries you had you knew it wouldn’t do much aside from keeping you breathing a little longer.

Pulling out your broom you made your way back to hogwarts. A new kind of fury burning in your lunges the more the potion worked away. You may just kill Duncan Hobhouse.

By the time you landed in the transfiguration courtyard you were seething. You could hardly feel anything now other than the need to punch the boy in the face.

You could faintly hear someone call your name in concern as you slammed the doors leading to the DADA tower open. “Duncan!” You yelled when you looked to your left and saw him standing in one of the many open areas in hogwarts.

He was standing with a few other students and some others were lounging about too. You stopped when you felt someone grab your arm gently and looked back to see a very concerned Poppy. “Y/n you’re bleeding. What happened?”

“Let’s ask Duncan.” You gritted out while stepping away from her hold to March up to the boy and throw his plant directly at his face. “Do you ever care that all the things you ask me to get you are in incredibly dangerous spots?”

“Whoa,” Duncan rubbed at his cheek where the plant smacked him and it almost just made you that more angry. How could this idiot be so weak and still have the balls to ask you to do such tasks? “Where is this coming from I had no idea where any of this stuff was located.”

“You are a liar!” You raised your voice and the students around quieted down. “I knew you were weak but I never took you for an idiot Duncan. You knew exactly where to find these just as you have in the past, you cannot tell me that you didn’t know that the tomb was dangerous.”

The few people that surrounded Duncan quickly backed away, fearing they may be in the path of your anger when it eventually overflowed. “You’re the hero of hogwarts I thought you could handle it.” he shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but you could see the sweat starting to fall down his neck. “It’s not like it’s anything new I’m not the only one using you for your power.”

“Duncan!” Poppy yelled from right behind you. You stood with your mouth woven tightly shut, trying to keep from saying anything.

“Well it’s true! What good is she otherwise?” Other students started to whisper. They seemed just as shocked to hear Duncan say any of this. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You thought it better to leave him to the wolves rather than deal with this yourself because you knew in the end many of your friends would be on his ass. Especially Garreth who had taken a protective stance around you ever since Sebastian.

You turned around to look at poppy who gently grabbed your arm and tried to look at your face to see if you were okay. “Let’s go poppy. He’s not worth my time.” She nodded and as you both were about to walk away you could hear Duncan start talking to his friends.

“I just don’t understand why I’m the only one getting chewed out.” Duncan muttered with your back still turned to him. “She let Sallow and Gaunt use her too if not more then the rest of us.”

“Duncan!” Poppy shouted, gripping onto your arm tighter. To keep you or herself planted there you weren’t sure.

You turned to him with a murderous look in your eyes. The whispers from nearby students instantly hushed again and Duncan gulped at the tense change of atmosphere.

“How dare you.” You practically growled out while you took a step closer, shaking poppy’s hand off in the process. Duncan took several steps back and you found a certain joy in knowing he was this scared of you when you weren’t even wielding your wand. “How dare you compare your situation with there’s. You know nothing Hobhouse. They may have used me but at least they didn’t cower behind me to do all the dirty work. Have some shame! You may speak when you grow the balls to go get your own damn ingredients instead of sending the so called ‘hero of hogwarts’ to fetch your stupid plants buried in dangerous tombs!”

“Y/n that’s enough.” Poppy tried to whisper but she went ignored.

“You are spineless Duncan.” You spat the words out with the most venom you could. He winced as they reached his ears. “And don’t you dare come to me ever again for your stupid errands. Put your own life on the line.”

You turned towards the crowd of students angrily. “That goes for all of you!” Silence fell across everyone while they stared at you in shock. They’d never seen you this angry before.

You glanced around just in time to see Sebastian and Ominis at the back of the crowd also staring in shock, though they also had a different look on their face. An emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Your stomach dropped to the floor and Poppy tried to reach for your hand again but you yanked yourself away and bolted out the doors to get as far from the dark arts tower as possible.

When all of your efforts were never good enough anyways.

You didn’t know why you did it. You didn’t know why you defended them even in the end to someone who wasn’t even important to you. It felt like you had to defend them to prove to more than just other students that they weren’t bad people.

You felt tears fall from your cheeks as your mind raced through everything you did from him. How you helped him in his darkest moments and how you tried to get him to go to a better path.

How you stuck by him even when he called you names or shouted at you or blamed you for not having answers.

You stood your ground when Ominis first got mad at you and again when he seemed to blame you for the choices his best friend was making until he realized it really wasn’t you.

It wasn’t fair.

After everything you did, everything you sacrificed how can those two keep talking like it never happened.

You knew you were being selfish just asking that. They’ve been best friends longer than you have known them of course they’d forgive each other first.

You just didn’t understand it. Ominis was so angry, it was you who convinced him to keep Sebastian at hogwarts. If you weren’t there he wouldn’t have even hesitated to send him away.

You looked out at the vast field of green that your animals seemed to love. It was quiet and peaceful in here. Only a few Puffskiens and Nifflers were left in this one as you were slowly moving more of the bigger animals into the other sanctuaries.

One of your niffler walked over to you quietly before settling next to your side. You watched him as more memories of Sebastian came to you.

He and this niffler became almost like best friends after meeting. Any time Sebastian was allowed into the room of requirement he would be holding the animal in his arms everywhere. He always had a gold chain on him so he could play with it.

You remembered him laughing softly at the niffler when he struggled to take the chain from Sebastian’s hands. In the moment the sun shone off his hair just right and he looked beautiful. So beautiful it made your heart stutter.

Now looking down at the niffler your tears started coming out faster until your shoulders were shaking from the sobs you were letting out. The niffler didn’t move even while you cried harder, he waited until you scooped him into your arms and cradled him gently. Tears still falling from your eyes.

“You miss him don’t you.” The animal only grabbed onto your hand softly and you took in a shaky breathe. “I do too.”

And you did. You missed both of them immensely. You weren’t sure when you started to feel like they were the only ones who mattered to you. When you realized you didn’t want to live without them.

In the past you didn’t know if you ever could go back to living without them. Without Sebastian’s constant jokes, without his laughter or smile that disappeared long ago. You didn’t know if you could live without the warmth he made you feel.

You didn’t know if you could live without Ominis’ charm, the way he would answer Sebastian in the most monotone sarcastic way. The way he would comfort you at any cost or the way he held you whenever he could sense you were upset. You didn’t know if you would live without that damned red glow from his wand that became a constant sight for you.

You hated this beyond measure. While you were here throwing yourself into dangerous situations, careless of what may become of you those two were on the road to recovery.

It didn’t matter that you didn’t know they were still very much on the outs with each other. All you knew was that you now saw them more and more together and it hurts.

You felt useless while still being very much useful.

The keepers wouldn’t let you forget that part.

It comes crawling back in like a page full of sin in your face.

You couldn’t tell if your heart stopped beating. You wished it had or would. He was dead. Professor Fig was dead.

You were on your knees staring down at him while he seemed to become paler and paler by the minute. He was holding his wife’s wand loosely in his hands.

The weight you felt on your shoulders was suddenly becoming suffocating. You saved the wizarding world but at what cost? You lost everything.

You heard several pairs of feet coming closer and closer while you could only hope they weren’t coming to kill you. Because you weren’t sure you could even fight back anymore.

They got even closer until you heard a soft voice. “Oh. Oh my dear.” It was professor Weasley along with all the other Professors who came to help you.

She walked to you slowly as if you were a scared, wounded animal she was trying to help. You supposed that was the best way you could describe yourself in this moment.

“Y/n.” Professor ronin muttered softly but you still couldn’t look up. You felt like if you did this would become all to real and you will lose Fig forever.

Professor fig was the only one who was on your side till the very end. Though he put immense pressure on you, you knew it was never his intention of doing so. He believed in the good you did, the good that was within you.

He would be so disappointed in you.

He didn’t know you learned the unforgivable curses. Not even at the end could you admit to him that you not only learned them, you used them against people. You didn’t want to admit that to him. You couldn’t see the disappointment in his eyes and you especially couldn’t let that be the last thing he felt as he died.

“Y/n.” Professor weasley layed a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you from your nightmare. It was then you realized you were covered in blood and so was Professor Fig. You couldn’t tell if it was your blood.

“I got blood on him.” You murmured and leaned forward to try and clean it off. Your eyes were blurry from tears and from dissociating. “I have to-I have-“

Professor Weasley was quick to stop your hands and gently bring them to her where she grabbed a cloth she had on her and started wiping at your hands. Albeit in vain and she knew that but you didn’t seem to realize it wasn’t helping so she continued while the other Professors were quick to tend to the body of the Professor who taught you everything.

“You did well my dear Y/n.” Weasley whispered and you started shaking your head, the tears falling.

“No.” You said while you dropped your head down. “No I didn’t do enough. I didn’t do-“ you heaved a breathe in. The pressure was crushing you it was rendering you useless. It felt like it was squeezing at your heart and your lungs. It felt like it was squeezing at anything and everything it could reach.

You couldn’t breathe.

“He would be disappointed in me.” You muttered. “I couldn’t- I couldn’t save him! I couldn’t save anyone! I shouldn’t have been given this power I don’t deserve it. He shouldn’t have died it should have been me! Why did he die?! Why was he here?! Why-?”

Your eyelids suddenly became really heavy and you slumped forward into Professor Weasleys arms. “It’s all going to be alright now. Just rest.” With your blurry vision you could just about make out the others looking at you with pure concern in their eyes then everything went dark.

When you woke next you were in the hospital wing staring up at the ceiling. Your head was pounding and you didn’t know if you could move a single muscle in your body.

“How is she today?” You heard someone ask, it sounded like Poppy.

Someone else sighed, “she hasn’t woken up yet but they suspect any minute now.” That sounded like Garreth. “Ominis came to see her for a few minutes last night. I don’t think he wanted anyone to see but I was already here.”

“And Sebastian?” Poppy asked but silence filled the air. “Garreth?”

“You think I’d let him see her?” He seethed out but Poppy didn’t put up much of a fight. She only sighed in exhaustion. “I wouldn’t if he did. He hasn’t come to see her. Last night was the first I’ve seen Ominis here.”

You felt your already shattered heart break just a little more at the knowledge. They hadn’t made an effort to see you.

The knowledge alone was enough for your world to come to a screeching halt as your heart finally caught up with your brain.

They wouldn’t come see you. They wouldn’t come speak with you. It was over. The era of your trio came to an end and it seemed the other two came to terms with that and started trying to pick up what pieces they could and those pieces didn’t include you.

The grief alone was enough to lull you back to sleep, missing the next conversation.

“They were beside themselves when they heard.” Imelda said from her place next to Poppy. “I think it took everything in them to leave her be and let her recover.”

“I agree.” Natty piped up. “I passed them in the halls and they both stopped me to see if I knew anything of her condition.”

“They’re all being very stupid. It’s obvious they miss each other, they just need to forget whatever happened between them.” Imelda said while she rolled her eyes though everyone could see the concern she held.

Garreth shook his head softly, “I only know very little about what happened but it’s not just something they can forgive and forget. I don’t think they’ll ever be the same.” Imelda turned to him quickly her gaze piercing.

“You know what happened?”

“Not much!” He held his hands up in defense. “Just that she knows some curses that she probably shouldn’t. She admitted it to me a few days after the falling out.”

“Let’s go Sebastian.” Ominis said from his place right outside the door. Sebastian was standing next to him, his gaze cast down to the floor. “She’s safe that’s all we need to know.”

“Right.” He knew Ominis didn’t mean it. He knew that he wanted to March in there the moment word got around about the fight you had. He wanted to do the same but they couldnt. Not now at least.

I swear giving up means so much more when you’ve fallen from grace.

you couldn’t feel anything anymore. Nothing. You couldn’t feel the dark atmosphere that seemed to surround the school after you were finally allowed to leave the hospital wing the day after you woke up.

You couldn’t feel it in the reassuring looks the teachers gave you when they said you could have an extension on your work. You couldn’t feel it in the soft touches your friends gave you when you seemed too far away for them to reach when you were only in the dark corners of your mind.

You couldn’t feel it in Professor Figs classroom that was now left vacant for the time being and then closed off to you when Professor Weasley saw you in there for hours at a time.

You couldn’t even seem to feel anything as you sat in the great hall for figs funeral. You could tell that people were staring at you, to many for you to decipher who.

Everyone was worried about you that much was obvious. But there was nothing you could do to reassure them you were okay, because you weren’t. Not in the slightest.

While everyone was trying their best to move on, something you knew deep down you had to do as well, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave everything in the past behind.

You couldn’t bring yourself to accept that Ominis and Sebastian were gone. You couldn’t accept that your favorite teacher died in your arms only a few days prior.

You felt a soft touch on your hand, gaining your attention. It was Garreth. He was pointing to the front where Professor Weasley was taking over for the headmaster.

Good. You thought. The headmaster has never said a nice thing about anyone in his entire life. Weasley would at least honor him.

Though you tried your best you couldn’t really process the words coming from her mouth or the way she looked to you when she said some of them.

She never out right said how you and he were the ones to save Hogwarts but she said it in her gaze. Everyone already knew too.

When everyone started to stand to raise their glasses in the air to honor Professor Fig you stood as well but you didn’t raise the glass. You stared at it in your hands the noises around you started to sound further away.

You could hear Garreth mutter your name quietly before it felt like all reality hit you like a ton of bricks to the face. Quickly you set the glass down and made your way out of the great hall

The opening and closing of the door was like a bomb going off in the deafening silence that surrounded the room.

Whispers immediately started and Garreth was quick to set his glass down and chase after you, also trying to be quiet.

“What’s happened?” Ominis asked urgently

“Y/ns just walked out. Garreth went after her.” Imelda informed him and Ominis set his own glass down to pick up his wand.

He turned his head slightly to address Sebastian who was next to him. “We have to go after her.” He muttered and Sebastian gave him an incredulous look, one Ominis could practically feel.

“Ominis-“

“Sebastian.” Ominis eyes narrowed sharply. “We can’t just leave her.”

After just a second longer Sebastian finally agreed and set his cup down. They along with Natty and Poppy were leaving the great hall.

“Everyone please stay in your seats!” Professor Weasley called while she too made her way out to find where you all went.

It was raining outside. You hadn’t been aware it was raining. How appropriate.

You had ran until you reached doors leading you outside to where the summoners court was. It was too much. Everything was too much.

You didn’t want this to be the end. It couldn’t be. But it was and you knew it was. You lost three of the most important people in your life. Two of them very much alive but moving on without you, leaving you behind to clean up all the messes. Then the other was dead and you would never see him again. Never be able to go to him for advice.

You were already soaking, your hair was sticking to your face and neck, your clothes started clinging to your body but you didn’t care because when you looked down all you could see was the blood on your hands. Figs blood.

You wiped your hands on your clothes but it wouldn’t come off. You wiped and wiped until your hands were red and it was then you realized you had been crying too. God you wished you would just stop crying.

You felt like you were losing it. Like you were going crazy because how could any sane person be okay when they have their mentor die in their arms.

“Y/n” Garreth finally caught up to you and you looked at him with a far away look in your eyes. “Y/n come inside you’re soaked.”

“Garreth am I a good person?” His eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Of course you are.” You didn’t seem to believe him and kept rubbing your hands. “Please stop. You’re hurting yourself.”

He gently grabbed your hands in his and you had a sudden flashback of Professor Weasley doing the same until she put you to sleep. You flinched away from him and his arms fell back to his side.

When you looked at him there was nothing but understanding in them. Not even an ounce of hurt. It made you feel worse. You stood there standing in the rain, staring at one of the last people who still stood supportively behind you.

“Please come inside.” He asked again, this time getting more desperate. It made you wonder if he saw something in your gaze. Something unpredictable that made him worry he was about to lose you. “We can get you dried off and get you some warm food just come back inside.”

The doors opened again and everyone else started barreling out. “Y/n!” Poppy shouted, shielding her eyes from the harsh rain. “Please let us help you!”

You continued to watch Garreth before you turned your head to look out at Hogwarts. “I’m tired.” You whispered

“I know I know” Garreth desperately grabbed your shoulders. His gaze now filled with heartbreak like he knew what was about to happen. “Please I’m begging you come inside we can get you warm clothes and you can sleep all you want.”

You just seemed to stare through him and in his desperation he turned to the last two people he wanted to see. “Please! Ominis! Sebastian! Do something” your eyes widened and you turned your head to look at them as they stepped through the two girls and closer to you.

“Y/n. Please you’re going to get sick.” It was just like Ominis to say. He was trying to downplay how serious this situation was in hopes to get your mind to downplay whatever it was coming up with. “Just come inside.”

You could hear the pleading in his soft voice and it made you ache. Your eyes fell on Sebastian who still hadn’t said anything. You both seemed to have a staring contest until he finally opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” You didn’t know if you could cry more then you were in that moment. But it didn’t matter.

You looked him dead in the eyes just as Professor Weasley found her way outside. “I’m tired of fighting.” You said while you grabbed your wand. It was so fast and sudden that nobody was prepared to stop you.

The moment your hand wrapped around your wand you apparated away, leaving all of them in stunned silence. They all stared at the spot you once were not a single one of them moving a muscle.

In the end, one way or another you all come to the conclusion that it was over.

This is the end.

[reveluving]

Based on this post I made a while back because I've finally found some sense of hope to write it!

This poll's for fun, a little booster/motivation. But I'd also love to hear which one y'all would not do and why. Reader of mine or not, I just wanna see your reasons. Honestly? I don't see myself in Voughtify. ✌🏼😭

– Bonus HC! ;;

I think you'd be forced to do Voughtify regardless, just because the song used in your fancam is by a non-supe.

So, in order to reach that same level of virality, you will be the one in the next Recapped video, front and centre. With your sweet words and sweeter smile, those views, streams, supe-level daesangs are coming in hot. A-Train couldn't even be mad at you for hosting the video because of the boosts in his music!

And as for John, oh John.

As much as he hates the sheer number of views of your Recapped compared to A-Train's (a whopping two million views higher!), because now there's going to be people thinking of you the way he does, he just can't get over how your voice lowered in a more playful, almost sultry way as you ended the video with a "remember; real heroes listen to Voughtify" before winking at the camera.

Plus, what's he so worried about? At the end of the day, you're the one bestowing him all of your attention. In his bed. In his embrace. In his heart. You're his.