#i am beating him up i am tripping him in the hall and tying his shoelaces together

[willowser]

okay but. easily nerd bakugou could be so angsty. because he really doesn't think you see him like that !! why would you !!

okay, yes. he's had you in his room and shown you all his hand-painted warhammer miniatures and you kissed him stupid after that and you both may have gotten a little handsy in the historical non-fiction section of the library and that's why the arm of his glasses is bent, just a little out of whack.

but.

"it ain't like that." is what he tells mina, begrudgingly, when she won't stop asking.

"well," she drawls, eyebrows raised as she leans in too close, as if she could squish the answer she wants out of him. "what is it like then?"

and bakugou just shrugs, digging his fingers into his eyes under his lenses. it's hard to know what you even want out of this, why you're doing any of it with him. doesn't make much sense, 'cause you could have anyone on campus you wanted and for some reason you're toying with him, of all people.

"it's—" he shrugs again, pressing his thumbs into the ends of his pencil until the tension threatens to snap it. "nothin', i guess."

and that is so not the right thing to say.

you find him on the second floor of the library, looking through different lectures on physics for his thermodynamics presentation that's coming up, and he does see you first. between the shelves, standing at the end of the aisle with your arms crossed—but the conversation with mina has been heavy on his mind lately; where is this going, anyway?

it's surprising, and bothersome, to think nowhere is the answer. so he pretends he doesn't see you, because he's not ready to face this.

but you are.

"bakugou."

he peeks around a shelf, just enough to show off his eyes, and—you're fucking pissed. and it doesn't help that you look so cute in your summery shirt and the way you've done your hair today and—

"nothing?" you're not being quiet, at all. whole library is watching already. "this is nothing to you?"

and bakugou doesn't really like having his shit aired out, so he fully comes out to face you, walking forward so you'll maybe lower your voice, but you're only stepping back, further and further from him.

"you're such an ass."

"what?" now his face goes red, temper flaring at the challenge in your tone—though as much as he wants to let you have it, too, it's you. and he doesn't want that. not really.

you, who has snuck into his classes just to watch his presentations and has sat idly by until he was done studying, patient as ever. you, who asked to learn how to build a model x-wing and wants to borrow his worn out copy of the last wish, simply because it's his. who wants to be invited to his next dnd game at the apartment and doesn't seem to mind—just watching, even—when he schools denki's ass in battlefield 3, match after match after match.

you, who is obviously hurt and frustrated and fucking pissed. you, with your bitten lips and watery eyes and clenched fists.

"you think you're so much better than everyone else," your words bite, even if they're weak. "but you're just like every guy ever. you and shindo can trade fucking stories, i'm sure."

ouch. "hey, how the fuck was i s'pposed to know this meant—fucking anything?"

"oh, i don't know, maybe when i was topless in your room! maybe that should have been some indication that this was serious!"

and he really, really hates having his shit aired out like this; the flush on his cheeks spreads to his chest, has him shifting uncomfortably under his sweater—both at the memory and your broadcast of it all.

there's really—nothing he wants to say, because he doesn't want to do this here. so he doesn't. just shrugs, pushing his frames back up his nose when they start to slip.

all you give him is one bitter laugh, a cold nod before you're tossing something onto a nearby table: a figure from his room, a piece from his set of battle sisters that you thought was cute. "kiss my ass, bakugou."

and then you're gone. and then it really is nothing.

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Tylo oneshot- No surprises? That’s the dream.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tyler and Logan are running down the halls of the science lab, Tyler lagging behind, still in tremendous pain as phantoms following after them. He really should be in his wheelchair. What was he thinking?!

“Tyler, cmon!” Logan yells at him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along. 

“The floor we need to get back to is still a long ways!” Tyler says quickly, nearly tripping over his own legs as he struggled to keep up with Logan’s pulling. 

“Then we’ll just have to keep running!”

Tyler nodded and tried to stay determined and ignore the pain. But his lungs were becoming constricted, each breath burning his throat like he was being stung by bees, and his vision was going blurry. 

He finds himself about to fall, which pulls Logan back, who’s still holding Tyler’s wrist. 

“Shit! Ty, are you ok?!”

A phantom manages to grab Tyler by the leg, which sets Logan off, who pulls out his gun before Tyler could even blink and shoots the phantom right in the head. 

“Is your leg ok?” Logan asks, hoisting Tyler up. 

“I.. y-ya,” Tyler says as he struggles to stand, leaning against Logan’s shoulder. 

“And your stomach?”

“Um..”

Logan’s eyes narrowed and he turned to look around quickly. “Let’s find somewhere safe to hide out while you catch your breath.”

“Wait, what?! No, we’re not gonna waste time because of me- Hey, wait!”

Logan pulls Tyler along, his arm wrapped around the slouched boy’s shoulders. They find a secluded lab. Must be unused, as it was rather small. Logan closes the door and makes sure that they stay away from the window in the door. 

He crouches down as he helps Tyler sit on the floor. 

“Shit.. I’m such dead weight.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth, Lo,” he says coldly. “Useless, that’s what I am. Why did I think I was well enough to go with you?”

Logan chuckles weakly. “Good question,” he says, running his hand along Tyler’s torso to examine where he was stabbed. “You were so adamant to go with me..”

“Because I haven’t gotten to see much of you,” he responds with softly. 

Logan’s eyes soften, his glasses sliding down his face from the sweat of all this running. Tyler reaches up to push them back up from him. Logan reaches up for Tyler’s hand while it was near his face, their team bracelets gently tapping against each other. 

“I’m excited for this all to be over. To be normal again.”

Tyler rolls his eyes a little, replying with playful sarcasm, “Ya, because the ex-mafia kid is definitely the most normal person ever.”

Logan tightly closes his eyes and covers his face. “Stooooop.”

“Seriously, though. Were you ever going to tell us? …Me?”

Logan thinks about what to say. “Eventually.. but it’s not easy to think about, for me. I just kind of…” A mildly terrified smile spreads across his face as he seems to be recounting something. “Repress it all…”

Tyler’s brow furrows a bit and he leans further back against the wall. 

“Was it scary?”

Logan awkwardly rubs his hands together. This was a little fidget he does that Tyler noticed a while back. He does it when he’s thinking. 

“Not as… scary as the Phantom World. Aha..”

“Ya, hard to beat that out.”

Logan smiles at him and he goes back to examining Tyler’s stomach. “You sure you’re ok?”

“Ya.. just.. I shouldn’t be running..”

Logan rests his forehead against Tyler’s, and Tyler leans in. The two stay like that for a couple of seconds before Tyler chuckled. “Your glasses are digging into my skin, Lo.”

“Oh. Sorry,” he says, leaning back. 

Tyler glances out the window and he sees phantoms walking by. He almost, almost forgot about them because he just loved talking with Logan that much. Luckily they’ve been keeping their voices down. 

“Yesterday.. apparently there was some incident with a phantom in the lab,” Logan says. “Did you hear that super loud alarm go off?”

Tyler perks up. “Oh ya. That’s what that was about? Geez. These scientists are dumb, huh? The phantoms are just attracted to loud noise.”

Logan smiles. “The alarm really scared me.. it scared me bad.”

Tyler frowns and grasps Logan’s hand. 

“I just,” Logan continues, “wish we were living, like.. the peaceful life. One where there’s.. no crazy loud alarms going off and nothing crazy happening out of nowhere that’ll turn my whole world upside down.”

Tyler considers his words for a moment. “A nice quiet life with no surprises? That’s definitely the dream.” His grip on Logan’s hand tightens. “When this is all over, I’ll give you that life.”

Logan’s eyes widened at this but then his face softens as a smile as sweet as honey broke out on his face. “What would it be like?”

“A nice, pretty house, I think. Maybe it would be painted blue?”

Logan nods. “I like blue.”

“And.. a nice garden for you to enjoy. A-and a balcony for your telescope!”

Logan rests his head on Tyler’s shoulder and sighs. “And everything would be just.. quiet..”

“I’ll be the Howl to your Sophie.”

Logan snorts and then buries his face into Tyler’s shoulder to muffle the sound. “Sure..” he says, smiling at Tyler as if he was the only thing in this entire world that mattered. And, in some ways, he may as well be. 

“But what would be there for you?” Logan asks.

“Hm.. you would be there.”

Logan sighs, caressing his arm. “Cheesy.. but I can’t really talk, huh?”

“Not really. I think you’re just rubbing off on me, Lo.”

“Hm.. maybe.”

“But I can’t complain too much. I kind of like being lovestruck.”

“Ya?” Logan asks, tilting his head. 

“Mhm. Not as bad of a feeling as I thought it would be.”

“Huh.. I’m glad, then.” 

Tyler plants a very soft kiss on Logan’s forehead. He doesn’t do this too often, mostly getting too flustered to do something like that. But when he does, Logan feels like he’s ascending to Heaven. 

“Are you feeling better, Ty?”

Tyler pauses for a moment before grabbing Logan and holding him for a moment. “Ya, I am.. but let’s just stay here for a bit longer.. it’s quiet here..”

Logan feels his heart skip a beat before resting against the crook in between Tyler’s shoulder and neck. “And if we stay quiet..”

“Then there’ll be no phantoms surprising us.” Logan sighs and nuzzles against him a bit more and allows himself to relax. 

“Do my glasses hurt?” He asks. 

“Hmmm.. a little. But I kind of like it.”

“Why?”

“Because it reminds me that it’s you I’m holding, with your big, dorky glasses.”

Logan smiles and closes his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too..”

[countrymusiclover]

7 - Mind Games

Part 8

Yoda's New Padawan

@tyrionsprincess30 @mrskenobi19

It's been a few weeks since the clones were first used in a battle. Every Jedi that wasn't a youngling has been named a general over all the units of clones.

Tying my hair off in a braid I decided to roam the halls since Master Yoda had left the temple to train his team of clones. He said I didn't need to accompany him since I was still healing from the late battle. My sister and Anakin took a trip back to our home planet. I just can't put my finger on why R2 and C3PO accompanied them. Stopping in my tracks I rest my back against the wall staring out thr window. Closing my eyes I haven't slept that well, too consumed with my thoughts of a certain jedi.

Opening my eyes I see Obi-wan spin his saber killing it before holding a hand out to me. "I've got you, darling." Putting my hand in his he pulled me up as I grabbed a lightsaber from a dead Jedi off the ground swinging it another Roger droid. "You jumped in front of that thing. It could've killed you." I hollered out to Obi-wan as I swing my saber killing a guard. He spun his into the head of one responding. "Well I couldn't let you die.."

"You seem lost in your thoughts. Be weary of them, Y/n." Opening my eyes I see Obi-wan walking up to me with a slight smile on his face. He comes to lean on the other side of one of the collums of the wall. "I'm sorry. It's hard not to...because of the war." I changed the words that would have come out of my mouth. Because I can't stop thinking about you. My eyes drift up to stay trained on him. He tilts his head out towards the city lights with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was going to go grab a drink. Would you want to accompany me?" I nod my head lifting my brown robe so I don't trip letting him lead the way. We ended up in the bar of his friend Dex who slides us two drinks before we take a seat across from each other in one of the booths.

He lifts his glass to his lips staring into my eyes. "So how are you feeling since the Droid blasted you?" I sit my glass down running my fingers over the rim to distract myself from over-thinking his question. "I got cleared by medical. But Master Yoda requested that I skip the mission with his Droid team this time." I avoid his gaze or try to but fail feeling him staring deeply at me. Obi-Wan couldn't hardly stand to believe that his padawan may have been right. Recently his eyes would drift to you every time you entered a room. And if he was worried about the Republic basically over stressing himself. All of it went away with your smile. The Jedi Master didn't like how his mind said one thing but his heart said something completely different. "Obi, Obi-Wan. Are you there?" I waved my freehand in front of his eyes snapping him out of his thoughts to see a light blush appear on his cheeks.

"Sorry Y/n, I was just thinking about something Anakin said the day we returned to the Temple." Resting my chin in the palms of my hands I didn't do a very good job at hiding my curiosity. "What'd he say?" He sipped his drink finishing it off, avoiding my gaze when he mumbled his words. "He said that I might be....developing feelings for you, romantic ones." I sucked in a breath feeling my cheeks starting to turn red again. Quickly I grab his hand dragging him back to the Temple once we payed for the drinks. Glancing down the hallways we finally got to my room for him to ask raising his brows when I locked the door. "Y/n, did I say something wrong?" Spinning on my feet I fiddle with my shirt standing a little way from him. Staring at the ground rather than at him. "No you didn't Obi. It's just - I - the code -" I cut myself off babbling out an unfinished sentence.

Obi-wan slowly steps closer to me with his robe moving behind him. I have to tilt my head up since he is slightly taller than I am. But I feel my heart beating faster in my chest and I can't take his eyes pouring into mine anymore. "I can't keep this hidden anymore. For awhile I've been trying to push whatever I'm feeling away. But I can't....I can't push you away Obi-wan!" He tilts his head to the side eyeing me with confusion. "What are you talking about Y/n?" Striding up to him I rest my hands on his face, leaning up on my toes pressing my lips to his feeling him stiffen at first. "We're going against the code. But I have feelings for you too, Obi-wan." I mumbled breaking the kiss locking onto deep blue eyes. I started to pull away but he snakes his arms around my waist pulling me back in so he can deliver a kiss of his own. I smiled against his lips when he breaks it whispering. "Now I know the thrill Anakin gets with not always lisening to me." I chuckled mirroring his bright smile.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[kerie-prince]

clumsy

Hermione Granger x fem Slytherin!reader (fluff)

requested: (@chokemepansy) im terrible at requesting because i blank on ideas BUT anything for hermione please <3 take your time ily 💓

warnings: a single curse word, but mainly just soft hours

summary: Hermione has her very first date with you at Hogsmeade (song inspo from Fergie's Clumsy) (pardon my lame ass summary)

a/n: ty for requesting, luv 🥺 hope you like it! i made the reader slytherin just bc of you <3 and yes, i put in an outfit inspo but it's not like the cringy ones from wattpad

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

You came to love the smell of parchment and books. The sound of pages being turned, the feeling of a new book in your hands. You loved them because it made you think of Hermione.

Merlin, you were infatuated with everything about her. The excitement in her voice when she talked about her favorite books, the small paper cuts on her fingers from turning the pages – she didn't mind them as it was normal for her – and the look on her face when she received praise from professors.

She was all you thought about and you wanted to go to the top of the Astronomy Tower and yell out "I LOVE HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER" for the whole school to hear. And you were positive she felt the same. Hermione would refuse to let go of your hands when you walked together from class and on some occasions, you'd catch her staring at you during study sessions. Just like she was doing now.

"Miss Granger, for the last time, I am asking you what are the contents of polyjuice potion?" Snape was hovered over her desk. Hermione jumped in her seat and turned to face the brooding professor. Your Slytherin housemates who sat at the back of class laughed at her startled state as she named the contents. You looked back and glared at them all. When Snape left your table and continued his lecture, you leaned closer to Hermione and whispered as low as you could, “Are you okay? You seem kind of distracted,” you noticed.

“Y-yes, I'm fine,” Hermione stuttered. Snape excused the class and Hermione waited for you to be done packing your things just so she could hold your hand to the Great Hall. “Are we still going to Hogsmeade on Saturday?” you asked.

“Harry’s got detention with McGonagall for ‘ accidentally’ turning Crabbe into a water goblet in class,” Hermione used her free hand to make air quotations, “and Ron’s busy with Lavender that day.” She had a sad look on her face, thinking that they wouldn't be able to go to Hogsmeade after all. You picked up on it and had an idea. “So, just the two of us then?”

Hermione’s chest became warm, “Okay. It's a date.” Your eyes slightly bulged out and to Hermione, you had an indistinguishable smile, “I mean, not like a date date, but a girls date.” You weren't sure if she meant it like that, but you laughed at her stumbling her words. The always composed girl becoming a cute, blubbering mess for you. Not that you knew for sure it was because for you but you’d given it a lot of thought.

She never held Harry’s hand like she did yours unless he was upset about something and she was comforting him. And she certainly never held Ron’s hand. Nor does she ever hug him knowing Lavender would go ballistic. Not that she’d ever want to. He was her best friend, yeah but she had never gotten used to it. They both had an unspoken thing to not hug.

“Sounds fun,” you chirped, “can’t wait for it.” You gave her a lingering hug before going to your table. You sat in between your best friends Pansy and Daphne. Pansy had a smirk on her lips once you were in her line of sight, “Did you finally tell Granger?” You knew what she was talking about and nudged her arm with your elbow, “Shut it.” The two girls chuckled and gave each other knowing looks. “I might tell her on Saturday,” you disclosed.

They had matching shocked faces; for nearly a year, they’ve watched you pace around their shared dorm debate with yourself whether or not to tell her about how you feel. You’d have a sparkle in your eyes every time you talked about her and nearly spent every day with her. They weren't upset about it. In fact, they couldn't wait to see you two together. But you were unexpectedly insecure by thinking of the worst case scenario in which she’d reject you.

“That’s great, Y/N/N. I’m so happy for you. I know everything will turn out well,” Daphne supported. Pansy nodded and pointed to Daphne as to say ‘Me too’. You grabbed the hands of both girls and held them tightly, “Thanks, girls. I love you guys.” You wrapped an arm around both of them and brought them in for a hug. Daphne returned it while Pansy made a fake coughing sound. “I can’t b-breathe,” she exaggerates. You held on for a couple seconds more before letting go and started eating. “Okay, so how is this happening?” Pansy asked.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade together on Saturday,” you inquired. “So the whole lot is going as well?” Pansy was talking about Harry and Ron of course.

“No, just the two of us alone,” you replied, taking a bite of the chicken on your plate.

“You mean, this is a date?” Daphne exclaimed. “We’re going to help pick an outfit, no questions asked.” She had a stern look that dared you to talk back. As sweet as Daphne is, once her mind is set to something, she doesn't budge. You accepted it and was met with her usual warm smile. Inside, you were ecstatic and couldn't wait for Saturday. Your crush has gone on for too long, and you were tired of waiting.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Your dorm mates got you up at the crack of dawn. And by crack of dawn, it was actually 10 am at most. They made you change into every outfit they picked out which totaled in 8. You appreciated everything they were doing, but some of the outfits were too much for a day in Hogsmeade. Daphne picked out tennis skirts with cropped argyle sweaters. Pansy picked short dresses that stopped at your mid-thigh and black wool turtlenecks to go over them. They had completely different aesthetics which is what probably made them perfect friends.

You settled on something casual; a thick striped long sleeve polo with light blue jeans and white trainers. It was going to be a nice spring day and you didn't want to wear something that would be too short and you get cold later. Daphne did your hair in two French plaits and Pansy did your makeup modestly. Once you were done, it was noon and you rushed to meet Hermione for your ‘girl date’.

She took the air straight from your lungs. She looked more breathtaking than the night of the Yule Ball. You distinctly remember being incredibly jealous of Viktor Krum and beat yourself up for not asking her before he did. But now, if he was here, you were sure that the famous Quidditch athlete would be jealous of you.

Hermione’s usually wild hair was tamed into smooth wavy curls that framed her delicate face. She wore a floral print button up that was definitely new as you’ve never seen it before. Or did she save it just for you? Her navy jeans hugged her ankles and she donned light pink flats. And probably for the first time since the Yule Ball, she had mascara and lipgloss on. Casual, but perfect.

Your face was flushed, and you weren't sure if she was also blushing or if maybe she was just wearing blush. “Shall we?” You reached out to grab her hands – her soft hands – and waited for her response. She didn't say anything when she laced her fingers with yours and started walking on the path to Hogsmeade. Hermione was about to say that you looked pretty when she tripped over a small rock on the pathway. “Are you okay?” you expressed concern. She was still holding onto your hand as she steadied herself up, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

You snorted and had to hold the butterbeer in your mouth, “Ron did what?” Hermione laughed as she told you how Lavender exploded on Ron for forgetting their anniversary and when he tried to make it up by giving her chocolates that he got from his older brothers, Lavender instantly grew a huge chin that drooped over her neck. Ron had gotten so mad at them and in unison, they told him ‘Why’d you think we’d ever give you real ones?’

“So that’s why no one has seen her for a couple days!” you noted. She was nodding as she laughed. You could only imagine what it was like to see it in person. Poor Lav. You went back and forth talking about whatever went on since the last time you were together.

Hermione went on talking about a new book she read about over the winter holiday. The way she expressed her emotions and passion for it made you fall for the Gryffindor girl more. When you hadn't said anything, she stopped and lowered her head, “I’m boring you, aren't I?”

You sat straight in your chair and fumbled your words before reaching out to grab her hand from across the table, “No, no, no, of course not. I could never be bored of you, I love you.” Your eyes widened. You didn't exactly expect to let it slip out like that, but you studied her reaction to see if you could leave it at that or otherwise. She sat still with a poker face. “Y-you’re my best friend, Mione–”

“I love you, too,” she confessed. “Huh?” Please, please, please tell me I heard her right. You didn't get to fully process what she said because after a few seconds, she gathered all her courage and reached over the table to give you a quick peck on your lips. It would've been a sweet moment hadn't she accidentally knocked her glass over in the process. Everyone in the Three Broomsticks had their eyes on you, Hermione’s face beet red and lowered out of embarrassment. You tried cleaning the mess and out of nowhere, Hermione ran out. Fuck this you thought as you ran after her.

“Mione, wait!” She hadn't gone far and luckily for you, she listened. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes averted from yours. “Where are you going? Aren’t we on a date?” Confidence had finally kicked in when you asked her. Hermione’s breath hitched. She couldn't see anything in your face that showed you were joking. Because you weren't. “Yes,” she grabbed your hands and started walking towards the other shops in the small village. Until once again, she nearly fell back when she nearly slipped over another rock on the ground. You supported her back up and giggled, “You’re so clumsy.”

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requests open!

[divinerulerluvr]

Let Me Violate You

Summary - in 1985 after taking some funny coke at a recording studio, she finds herself at the Cortez and meets Mr. James Patrick March only to meet her fate, as well

Warnings - smut (duh), bondage, coercion, murder, bondage, drugs, power kink, james is a dom per ush, idk its very dark dare i say

Words - 2.7k

Inspired by the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails ;)

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The world was blurry as i stumbled into a random hotel in Downtown LA. I had been recording a new song at the studio just a few minutes away and the idiots i work with gave me some fucked up coke and now here i am, barely lucid and tripping out of my mind.

Leaning against the receptionist counter for support, i look up to the woman who reads a book. She peers at me over it, a certain look of disappointment in her eyes as she sets it down. “I-I would like a room,” i ask, blinking quickly.

“Fifteen dollars for the night,” she says flatly. I give her a twenty, too high to care about change. She smiles at me before standing up and grabbing a key from the wall and handing it to me. The key had a ‘64’ chain on it.

“Room sixty-four. Sixth floor,”

I nod before stumbling to the elevator, getting to the sixth floor, and walking through the halls until i got to room 64. Unlocking the door, i push it open and walk into the large suite. Going straight to the bed, i lay back on it with an exasperated sigh.

I am too high for this.

Staring at the ceiling that looks like it was twirling and twisting, i feel eyes on me. Sitting up, my eyes glance around the room. My eyes land on a man who stands at the end of the bed, a cigarette in his hand.

I jump, trying to confirm whether he was real or not with the state i was in. “W-Who are you?” i stutter nervously, my eyes wide with fear. The man smiles, drawing at his cigarette to build some sort of anticipation.

“I should be asking who are you? This is my suite,” he says in return, his voice coated with a thick 20’s accent. He was an attractive man. His dark hair was styled perfectly and in the dark of the room i could make out his sharp jawline and piercing eyes.

“I paid for this room,” i argue, confused to who this strange man is.

He grins a predatory and evil grin that made my stomach twist. “Would you like a drink?” he offers, ignoring the previous conflict. “I’d like you to get out of my room,” i bite back. He turns his back to me, pouring something into a glass.

Turning back to face me, he extends a glass of the drink to me. “No need to be so rude, darling,” he advises, his head tilted patronizingly. He takes a slow step towards me, his eyes dead on mine. Swallowing thickly, i accept the drink.

Suspiciously, i drink from the glass. The alcohol burned down my throat and the drugs already in me didn’t help. Finding it wasn’t poisoned, i chugged the rest of it down.

He sips from his own glass, his eyes never leaving mine. “Who are you?” i ask yet again. “James March,” he replies simply. I just nod, finding that i had this strange fuzzy feeling in my mouth.

I had already finished the drink he’d offered and it was too late to go back. I had jinxed the fact that it was drugged. Because i know what being drugged feels like.

Before i could do anything, i was out like a fucking light.

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I woke up after god knows how long. I felt rope rubbing my wrists raw and rope that kept my feet tied to the bed. Panic fills me as i look around the room frantically. It was that James guy who fucking drugged me and fuck knows what he’s going to do to me.

I breathe out quietly, trying to calm myself as i pull at the ropes that keep my arms tied apart to either post of the bedframe. I was in a starfish position, rendering me completely helpless.

“You really should never take a drink from a stranger, my sweet Y/n,” i hear James’ voice say from beside me, startling me at his sudden appearance. “Fuck off. Let me go,” i complain, glaring up at him.

He chuckles, reaching his hand down and petting my hair. I recoil from his touch, my heart beating quicker than if i was on acid. He notices my reaction to his touch, a look of anger crossing his face right before he slaps me.

Not a playful smack, either. A real smack. It stung my cheek, a groan leaving my lips. He exhales sharply, his ominously black eyes glaring at me with disgust. “I think you forget who’s the one tied up and the one who did the tying,” he says, walking away from me.

I still fight against the ropes, my wrists burning like hell. I was lucky i was still clothed. But with this man, i wasn’t sure what he wanted from me.

“Why are you doing this?” i ask him, watching as he takes off his belt. My heart jumps, my thighs instinctually trying to push together but failing due to my position. He glances up at me as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“You were just so beautiful, dear. I had to have you for myself,” he says with a charismatic smile. His white button-down sits loosely on his shoulders, exposing his toned chest and abs to me. “That’s fucking creepy,” i scoff, watching his every move with precision.

He shrugs. “I think it’s romantic. When i’m done, you’ll never leave the confines of this hotel again,” he counters.

“Yeah right,” i mumble to myself, moving around on the bed still trying to free myself from the bonds keeping me at his mercy. He glares at me. “You have a horrible habit of talking back,” he points out, running his hand up my bare leg and playing with the hem of my skirt.

I swallow thickly, a dull heartbeat growing between my legs as his soft touch trails further up my leg and under my skirt. His hand cold but his touch was warm. Bunching up my skirt, his eyes fall onto my black panties.

“Maybe i should do something about it, hm?”

Keeping quiet, my cheeks burn in embarrassment as his eyes rake over my bare legs. He walks away from me, retrieving something from a drawer and coming back to me with it in hand. He presents a ball gag and i feel my breathing pick up.

Placing the pink plastic ball of the gag in my mouth, James buckles the strap around my head and i could feel myself lose every last ounce of power i had.

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a hand knife and placing it to the waistband of my skirt. In one fluid motion, he cuts it into two pieces and tears it off of me. He does the same to the top i wore, shredding it and discarding it carelessly.

His eyes fall on my now bare chest. I never wore bras. Softly, he runs his fingers over my breasts, enjoying how my skin breaks out into goosebumps at his feather-light touch. He runs his hand down my stomach, feeling how i pant with anticipation.

Cutting off my panties, i was completely exposed to him. He sees how wet i am, a proud smirk spreading on his lips. “I’ve barely even touched your pretty body yet, doll. And yet look at this,” he taunts, running his finger through my slick folds.

I whimper, my hips bucking back at the sensation of his touching me. He uses his free hand to hold down my hips, keeping me flat on the bed. “I thought you didn’t want this,” he teases, his eyes admiring my naked body.

Unable to speak, i just furrow my brows pathetically. He smiles, enjoying how mindless i look. He rubs slow and teasing circles over my clit, his touch gentle as he stimulates me.

Weak moans leave my lips but are ultimately silenced by the gag in my mouth. My legs tremble slightly as i occasionally jolt with pleasure. He was giving me the bare minimum but it felt so fucking good.

Spit falls from the corner of my mouth, my eyes watering with the pain of him only touching me lightly. I could see the bulge in his pants and i knew i was in for quite the night. Men like him didn’t like vanilla sex. I would know. I’m in a goddamn rock band and it’s the eighties.

His hand leaves between my legs and instead uses his already wet fingers to wipe the spit that had left my mouth. His dark eyes meet mine as he returns his hand to my pussy, this time pushing his middle finger into me.

I arch my back, my head pressed into the pillow i lay on as i feel his finger curl inside of me. Not caring, he pushes a second finger into me and starts an even rhythm of finger fucking me

My whimpers sound pathetic and tears fill my eyes. I beg internally for more pleasure. But i was unable to actually ask for it which i knew was his entire point. I was wetter than i’ve ever been before. His fingers were like heaven inside of me.

His palm every once in a while grazes my clit, making my body shudder from the brief stimulation. “Look at you. How pitiful you are,” he degrades, his eyes taking in the way my eyes water and how a squirm on the bed.

“Little girls like you need to be taught a lesson,” he clicks his tongue, his fingers slowing down from their rhythm before he pulls them out. I groan at the loss, my eyes locked on his. “They need to be put to good use, for once,”

I watch with doe eyes as he throws off his shirt and takes off his pants. He gets on top of me, staring at me like i was prey and he was a starving predator. “You look positively beautiful tied to my bed," he compliments, caressing my hot cheek.

“To be fair, it is also very beautiful to watch you squirm with pleasure, my pet,” he says with a grin, repositioning so he was kneeling between my legs. He runs his hand up my stomach, reaching my breasts and massaging them. Giving special attention to my sensitive nipples.

His clothed boner rubs against my sensitive pussy, making me want him even more. My hands pull against their restraints, causing the red marks on my wrist to hurt more. He sees this, noticing how raw my skin was. “You know better than that,” he tsks, trailing his hand down my body and running it along my leg.

I didn’t know how to convey to him that i wanted him to absolutely destroy me, so instead, i just push myself against him, grinding my hips against his clothed dick.

He smirks, pushing my hips flat against the bed to stop me. “Patience, my pet,” he warns, feeling every inch of my naked body with a tender and almost caring touch. My eyes fall shut in irritation, trying to just enjoy his teasing touches that continue to lead me on.

His hand runs up my thigh, following the curve of my body and stopping at my neck where he lightly wraps his hand around it. I whimper, knowing full well he could feel my pulse against his hand.

“Do you think you’ve earned the privilege of pleasure?” he questions, his eyes dark with lust. I nod rapidly, my pussy practically hurting due to the lack of stimulation. He smiles, tightening his grip on my neck so he’s squeezing the sides.

His hand leaves my neck and i watch as he pulls off his boxers. Getting excited, i let him pull me down to meet him, the ropes pulled tautly and rubbing on my ligature marks even more. The sting was damn near unbearable but the pain would soon be forgiven.

Without mercy, he pushes himself into me. I cry out, my pitiful cries muted by the gag. It hurt. Of course it did. I may have been wet, but his dick was too big to just pull that shit. My nails dig into my palms as he bottoms out in me, his tip pressed into my g-spot deliciously.

The tears in my eyes fall down my cheeks, causing black streaks to trace down my face in the trail of the tears. I pull my hips back a little, his dick hitting unmarked territory inside me. He places his hands on my hips, pulling them down even closer to him as a way to punish me.

The ropes were now extremely painful. He pulls his hips back and starts fucking me rough without warning and especially without care. The pain quickly blossomed into pleasure. His hands dig into the flesh of my hips as he holds me steady so he can use and abuse me.

His hair had fallen out of its pristine style. A curl falling in front of his face as his eyes took in my body as he destroyed it. Soft grunts and groans would leave his lips, his thrusting pace harsh and deep.

If there wasn’t a gag in my mouth, i’d be so fucking loud right now.

He uses one of his hands and slithers it up my body, dragging some of the spit on my face down my chin and neck. His eyes lock on mine, a sort of animalistic starvation in them. He felt so good that i thought i would cum right now.

I wanted to touch him. To run my hands down his back and pull his hair. But then again, i couldn’t. Because i was tied up. Powerless. I knew his game and i knew it well. But i also fucking love the game.

My walls contract around him and i can already predict his reaction. He clicks his tongue, slowing his hips just a bit as to pull me back from the edge of an orgasm. I groan, my eyes falling shut and my head laying back.

He reaches and grabs my neck, startling my eyes open. “I want you to watch me use you, darling,” he instructs. I have no choice but to obey. My eyes trail down his toned torso to where he fucks me roughly.

It was so hot. Watching him go in and out of me. My wetness coating my pussy and even his dick. How you could see how deep he was hitting inside me due to the way my stomach pushes out in sync with each snap of his hips.

My eyes water even more, making it hard to keep them open to watch the scene before me. “Be a good girl for me and listen to my instructions,” he comments, noticing how my blinks got longer with each close of my eyes.

I try my best, my eyes flicking up to meet his. His hand that was around my neck moves to my pussy, rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb. I shudder, my entire body writhing at the new sensation.

The pleasure got to the point where i couldn’t take it anymore.

I attempt to pull my hips back, my body overwhelmed with pleasure to the point where it is borderline painful. “Uh uh,” he hums, reaching his hand up and smacking my cheek hard enough to make the previous mark sting even more.

With a dull cry, i stop trying to resist and give up every last ounce of power i had left to him, letting my body go limp so he could have his way with me.

He uses this to his advantage, fucking me harder than before. My breasts bounce with each merciless thrust, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as the mix between his touch on my clit and how he fucks me brings me to an orgasm.

Surprisingly, he lets me have my orgasm. My ears ring and i can feel every single drop of blood that runs through my veins. All my senses were heightened as he fucks me through my orgasm. With my eyes closed, i feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I open my eyes to see he had stabbed me, a proud look on his face. I begin to bleed as he removes the knife from my chest. “Now you’ll be with me forever. Like i said,” he comments as i feel his cum fill me up.

He collapses on top of me, my blood coating his pale skin as i take my last breath.

And i was dead.

[ikeromantic]

Middle Ground

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfic - approx. 2200 words. This scene occurs well after the events of the romantic epilogue. Fluff.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Bonding

“So . . . separate beds?” Mitsuhide’s wry smile was only a little bitter.

“Yes. I know it’s silly. I’d . . . I’d rather be in there with you.” The chatelaine, soon to be Lady Akechi, looked down, her expression a mixture of shame and defiance.

“It’s fine. I will have you all to myself soon enough. What is a night or two apart?”

She looked up without raising her head, trying to gauge his emotions.

Mitsuhide wasn’t having any of that. He took her chin between his finger and thumb and gently lifted until her gaze met his. “It is fine.” Then he leaned forward to brush a kiss across her cheek. With his lips almost close enough to touch her skin, he added. “Are you so eager to be in my arms again? Do you want to . . . test out the guest room? Or your childhood bed?”

He had the intended effect. She shivered and licked her lips. “You are so bad!”

“You are the one protesting our brief separation.” Mitsuhide pressed another kiss to her cheek and leaned back.

She crossed her arms. “You’re right. It’s just a few nights. But when we get back to the city -” a wicked smile turned her lips up at the corners, promising all sorts of fun.

“So forward, my little mouse. So eager. You make me wish we were home already.”

“That’s the idea.” She turned and threw him a saucy look. “Something to dream about.”

Mitsuhide chuckled. “Good night, little one.” Something to dream about indeed. He watched her hips as she walked down the hall, until she turned into her room and shut the door. She really had no idea what impact she had on him. He wondered if it was his practiced art of hiding his true emotion, or simply that she couldn’t see how beautiful she was. How desirable.

He went into the room and shut the door. It was so strange. The electronic hum of household devices. The cold fluorescent light from the street lamps in his window. Distant traffic sounds blending with barking dogs and strains of music. Mitsuhide felt suddenly very alone and very out of place.

Despite his refusal, the thought of spending one night, much less three, without his little one, felt impossible. A burden too heavy for him to bear. He needed to feel her in his arms, to fall asleep to the sound of her breathing, the beat of her heart. Her warmth grounded him in this strange place.

Mitsuhide gave a dry, soundless laugh. Who was the little mouse now?

Slowly, meditatively, he dressed for bed and lay down. He would embrace this world, different as it was from his own. He had to, because it was the one that gave birth to his beloved. And so, listening to the heartbeat of this small town, the viscous thrum of modern life, he drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Miyake and Sasuke arrived the following day at lunch. They met up at a local restaurant. Youko was friends with the owner and able to borrow a few tables in the back for privacy.

Minoru, the chatelaine’s often grumpy father, seemed to be on his best behavior. Not smiling, but distantly polite to the two newcomers. He thawed a little when his daughter threw her arms around each of the men in greeting.

No one said much as they ate. Youko and Minoru sat beside their daughter on one side of the table, glancing up at her strange friends. Sasuke, Mitsuhide and Miyake sat across from them, looking nervous.

It was Sasuke who finally broke the silence. He cleared his throat. “I understand your daughter told you about our time in the Sengoku. Understandably, you want proof. You have questions. We are here to give you what evidence we can.”

Minoru snorted. “What do you get out of this charade?” He gestured to Mitsuhide. “Is he paying you?”

Miyake looked as if he wanted to speak up, but Sasuke beat him to it. “No. I am here because your daughter is my friend.” He reached into his bag. “I know it isn’t much, but I brought my ninja kit as proof. These - these are smoke pellets. And that is a kunai. This is a sleeping poison, and this -” he went through the items, explaining what they were and how he made them. Detailed descriptions of the tools and materials he had available.

When Sasuke finished, Minoru looked thoughtful.

Youko smiled across as Sasuke. “You seem a very resourceful young man. And you are also the one that discovered these wormholes?”

“Yes ma’am.” Sasuke dipped his head, embarrassed by the compliment.

“It could just be you have a - a fascination with this stuff. Read a lot. Saw some movies,” Minoru said. His gruff voice held more than a hint of doubt. Even he didn’t buy his own explanation.

Sasuke nodded. “I could have. But even that would not yield the encyclopedic knowledge I’ve developed. I would go into greater detail, but I imagine you don’t have the underlying historical education to make use of most of the information I could provide. Unless . . . Are you a history buff?” His voice sounded different at the end, as if this question was important. Light glinted off his glasses, hiding his eyes. The air around him was charged, almost crackling with a sudden and unexpected energy.

“No. I can’t say I am,” Minoru replied.

“Hm, too bad.” The strange tension in the ninja disappeared as suddenly as it came.

Mitsuhide nudged Miyake. The warrior muttered something under his breath and then rolled his shoulders. “Alright, old man. I don’t blame you for doubting us. I’d think I was crazy too, or lying. But what Lady Akechi told you is true. She’s been living with my lord for the last few months. And it’s a good thing too. He smiles a lot more now. Eats too, and sleeps almost like a human.”

“Miyake,” Mitsuhide growled. “That’s not the kind of evidence they need to hear.”

“Sorry, but it’s the truth. And if you don’t mind me saying, well, even if you do, your daughter makes for one hell of a princess. She makes the servants happy to do a good job because she notices the little things. And the guards . . . they’d all die for her, and not just because Lord Akechi demands it. She’s kind and good to all of us. I don’t get to spend time at the castle, but I hear how she remembers birthdays and congratulates newlyweds and -”

Youko laughed, a sound Mitsuhide recognized. Much like his own little one, but matured. More elegance with just the same amount of joy. “It sounds like you have a following,” she smiled at her daughter.

The chatelaine blushed. “I really don’t. He’s exaggerating, mom. Really.”

“He is not,” Mitsuhide chided. “Though I don’t think that’s the kind of proof her father -”

Minoru interrupted, his gruff voice quieting the table. “It’s clear you’ve gotten to know her. My little girl.” He gave her a brief smile. “I am still . . . it’s a lot to take in. This wild story. But she stands by it and there is clearly - something true in it.”

His daughter hugged him. “I knew you’d come around, papa.”

He dislodged himself from her unexpected embrace. “I didn’t say I’m buying the whole story. Just,” he waved his hand, “some of it rings true.”

The tension at their table eased, and conversation began to flow more naturally. Youko and Minoru had a lot of questions, and were finally ready to hear the answers.

***

Kyubei followed Ranmaru through the thick forest undergrowth, barely able to make out the dirt path he led them down. This was supposed to lead to a safe house, one that Kennyo agreed to meet him in. He wished the demon-abbot had a taste for teahouses instead of abandoned forest shacks, but it could be worse.

He could be with Hideyoshi, hunting Motonari across the ports. Kyubei wasn’t afraid of pirates, but being on a boat . . . the constant roll of the ocean waves made him sick as a dog. No matter how many trips he made, he never gained any kind of tolerance for the motion. So this, the dirt and the bugs and the thick air under the trees, was a better deal all around.

“This is it.” Ranmaru stopped just before the path opened on a small clearing. There was a half-rotted shack ahead, once a shrine to some local deity, now fallen into disrepair.

Kyubei was surprised to see he wasn't’ the only one here to speak to the monk. Another familiar figure sat on the wooden steps outside the shrine. “Shingen?”

Takeda grinned up at him, pushing a lock of sweaty hair out of his face. “If it isn’t Mitsuhide’s maid!” He laughed. “Kidding, kidding! I just expected to see the kitsune out here himself.”

“He is otherwise engaged.”

“Is he?” Shingen’s smile was dangerous now. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with our missing ninja, would it?”

“If it does, I’ll send him your head,” Yukimura spoke up from somewhere to Kyubei’s left.

Ranmaru put his hands up, laughing as if this were all so silly. “It’s too early for threats. Come on! Let’s make some tea and relax. The abbot will be here shortly.”

Kyubei turned his head a fraction, just enough to see Yukimura lower his spear. “Tea would be good.” He ignored the younger warrior’s scowl as he followed Ranmaru to the shrine.

He didn’t sit, but stood near Takeda, resting his back against a tree.

Shingen, for his part, pretended to be fully relaxed. It wasn’t quite effective though. His brow held a waxy sheen, his eyes looked sunken and fevered. Worse, his breathing was labored. A rasp, harsh as a winter cough.

Kyubei watched him carefully. This was a bad situation. A dying man had fewer qualms than one that had to live with his decisions. He hadn’t realized Takeda was so bad off though, despite the reports he’d received. The Tiger of the Kai was legend. Not a man to be taken down by sickness. And yet.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Yukimura snapped, coming to stand beside his lord.

Shingen chuckled. “So protective, Yuki.” His laugh turned into a thick, unproductive cough. When he finally got control of himself, he directed his attention to Kyubei. “So. Where did your lord and my ninja go off to? And don’t tell me you don’t know. There’s too much tying their disappearance together. I’d rather not have to kill you today for lying to me.”

Another situation he wished he had his lord’s guidance. What information was safe to pass along, and what plans would the ripples of this conversation affect? Kyubei swallowed. “I suspect they have gone to visit the chatelaine’s home. 500 years in the future.”

Shingen nodded as if this was the answer he expected. “Sasuke asked me if I’d like to visit his hometown. He said - he said they could cure me.”

“And then he left without you.” Yukimura punched the shrine wall, causing the whole building to tremble.

Ranmaru poked his head out. “Hey! Careful or you’ll bring the whole thing down on my head!”

“Sorry,” Yukimura growled.

“If it is any consolation, I don’t believe Lord Akechi or Sarutobi left when they did intentionally. The information my lord left indicates the trip was meant to take place later. He was still . . . putting things in place for his extended absence.”

“That’s bull,” Yukimura grumbled, but he relaxed his grip on the spear.

They had no more time to talk it over as Kennyo’s shadow fell across the clearing. He came out of the trees like a spirit, the rings on his staff clinking. “It appears you found me. Again.”

Shingen grinned. “Well, old friend, I did have to hunt through every abandoned shrine in the province to get to this one.”

Kennyo snorted in disbelief.

“Ranmaru brought me,” Kyubei bowed. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”

“I have little time or patience for guests. Tell me what you want.” Kennyo crossed his arms.

“Your help with the false emperor.” Kyubei didn’t look up from his bow. “We both know Ashikaga is dead. The scribe we set up in his place, or the men around him, have gone astray.”

“I could care less. Let the exiled shogun harass the devil-king. Nobunaga and his pawns can go to hell.” Kennyo’s eyes were dark and full of anger. It radiated from him like heat from a fire.

Shingen shrugged. “Yeah, sure. I hate him too. But it’s not just him getting hit. These idiot daimyos in his retinue are conscripting farmers. Villagers. Innocent folk that should be left out of a power grab.”

The demon abbot’s eyes fell on his old friend. “And you believe this is a worse fate than what the Oda have in store for them?”

“I do.” Shingen’s gaze didn’t waver.

Kennyo’s shoulders shook and it took Kyubei a moment to realize the abbot was laughing. He shook his head. “You always were a fool, Shingen. But fine. I will tell you what I know. I don’t think you can stop what has been set in motion.”

Next: Double Dating

[15-dogs]

38 FROM PROMPT LIST #2 WITH REMUS AND A FEMALE READER PLS N TY <333

changes |r.l.|

pairing: (young) remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: remus has been your best friend since you were kids but you begin to worry once you hear that everyone in school thinks that you’re more than friends

prompt: everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait

warnings: none

guide: (Y/N) = your name

word count: 2986

a/n: omg!! the way I was so excited when I saw this!! remus is my favorite character and I’m currently writing a much longer fic for him :) thank you thank you anon hope you like it!!

“You’ll be able to choose your partners for this,” McGonagall shouted over the commotion of your first Transfiguration project of the year. 

You stood at the back of the classroom alongside the rest of your classmates, mouthing a seductive “hi” at that Hufflepuff Lenny you were quite taken to. Lenny ducked his head with a blush and a smile, wiggling his fingers back at you.

“So,” McGonagall began, “partner up!”

“Hey, Len-”

You took no more than two steps towards the boy before Remus grabbed your hand from the air, interlocking your fingers. Your head whipped around and you glared at him. He sent you a wide smile back which made you groan; stupid Remus ruining your stupidly perfect plan to spend time with Lenny.

“I kind of already had someone in mind to work with, you know,” you complained as he guided you to your shared desk.

“Well, so did I, and it was you. Funny how those things work out.”

“Hilarious, even,” you grumbled.

You worked together in near silence save for Remus’s occasional comment about how you two should conduct your project. You weren’t mad at him for long even though you pretended you were― how could you be? Remus was your best friend, everybody knew that. You two were neighbors before his accident happened when he was young. After that, he moved every place he could to avoid suspicion, but you still sent him letters about missing him and care packages once a month and he still sent you his favorite book recommendations and sent you pictures of scenery that reminded him of you. Hogwarts was like a blessing because you could see one another again and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He mattered a whole lot to you but you’d never tell him that directly, his head was big enough.

When class had ended, you lingered by Remus’s side for him to pack up his things. You desperately wanted to talk to Lenny before he left but Remus seemed to be moving a thousand times slower than normal. You bounced your leg anxiously with a grimace and a smirk appeared on his face.

“Waiting for something?” he asked. Although you feigned anger, his smile was too contagious.

“Not anymore,” you hurriedly added before darting away. 

However, as you were nearly a foot away from Lenny, your textbook disappeared from your grasp. You turned on your heel to see Remus with your textbook in one hand and his wand in the other, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You laughed wryly and drew your wand but Remus quickly disarmed you, your wand flipping backwards into the wall from your hand.

“You’re dead!” you threatened as you ran full force at him. He began to chuckle but laughed even harder when you attempted to jump for your book. All he had to do was raise it over his head.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)?” he teased as you clawed at his sweater.

“I’m not afraid to climb you like a tree, Remus!”

Remus looked down at you and you swore you saw his blue-green eyes flicker down towards your lips. Your jumping attempts faltered as he licked his lips.

“I’d like to see that happen,” he muttered, his breath fanning against your face, smelling of fresh mint with a little bit of chocolate mixed in.

“Yeah, but we wouldn’t!” Sirius retorted from the doorway. Your head snapped over towards the group of irritated Gryffindors with a squeak. “Hurry up, mate! We have places to be!”

Remus slowly deposited your textbook into your hands, his lips twitching upwards into a smirk at your embarrassed blush. “For you, princess,” he joked before stalking off to join the rest of his friends. He spared one more glance over his shoulder at you as he walked off, causing you to blush even further.

Why did you get butterflies when he did that?

“Okay, okay, I’m gonna do it,” you said to Marlene with determination. Marlene simply responded with an excited squeal.

It was the morning of a Hogsmeade trip and you were set on asking Lenny if he’d like to go out with you during it. You saw him across the hall, fiddling with his house scarf every few minutes. You shook your hands to release the wave of nerves you felt before taking a few steps towards the boy. But, of course, fortune has a way of stopping those sorts of things― and by fortune, you mean Remus.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he appeared in your pathway towards Lenny, consequently having you rebound against his chest. He gripped your arms to keep you from falling back and you attempted to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You motioned towards Lenny with a nod of your head but Remus refused to turn around.

“It doesn’t seem that you’re looking at all, love. You walked right into me.” He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest, the lean muscle of his bicep flexing from underneath his sweater. Your eyes lingered a moment too long on the sight so you scolded yourself, wondering why you would even look in the first place.

“You walked into me! Being your friend is incredibly difficult,” you whined. Remus tutted and shook his head.

“That was rude. Cruel, even. I’m going to have to use my prefect powers and dock points from you for that little comment there.” Remus looked straight ahead, sparing a tiny glance down at you to gauge your reaction.

You scoffed. “That’s entirely unreasonable! Besides, we’re in the same house, you’re docking points from your own house.”

“I know. I’m incredibly unbiased, aren’t I?”

You groaned, stamping your foot while the rest of the Marauders joined the fray. They didn’t bother to ask what was going on because they knew from experience it was a long winded response to another “they started it!” and they weren’t in the mood to hear that again.

“Are you serious about the whole docking points thing?” As soon as you finished speaking, Sirius opened his mouth to make a pun but you cut him off. “Not you,” you shot, receiving a snicker from Peter, Sirius, and James.

“I absolutely am. And for doubting my power I’m going to dock more points off. Learn to respect your superiors, (Y/N).”

“You irk me,” you mumbled at Remus’s giddy grin. “Fine. What do I have to do to make it up to you so you don’t dock points?”

“I am so glad you asked because I had something perfect in mind.”

You shifted uneasily. Remus definitely had found something perfect― for him, not for you.

“And what would that be?”

“Go to Hogsmeade with me?” A wide grin spread across his face that made your heart flutter, strangely. You gathered yourself and shook your head.

“I was going to ask Lenny!” Your hands moved erratically through the air. For a moment, you thought you saw Remus’s smile fall.

“Why would you do that?” Sirius asked. Everyone’s eyes were on him, glaring at the boy. He shrugged. “What? Honest question.”

“Because,” you hissed, “I fancy him.”

“No you don’t,” said Sirius nonchalantly. You leaned in towards him, eyes narrowing on his confused face.

“Pardon?” you sneered. Before Sirius could respond, James whacked the back of his head while Remus shot him an evil glare. You hummed in content, dismissing the awkwardness of the interaction.

Remus studied you sympathetically and you managed to beat down the feeling that blossomed up from your stomach when he looked at you. Finally, you grabbed his hand and dragged him off.

“Fine. But it’s not a date.”

Remus smiled dumbly. “Never said it was.”

You and Remus spent the day together, effectively abandoning his friends because their taunting was just too much. You two had landed together in a little secluded bookstore that wasn’t known to many but well known to both of you as you went there together on your first Hogsmeade trip.

“This place hasn’t changed a bit,” you noted, running your fingers down the spines of the books. “Three years and nothing has changed.”

“I’d say things have changed a little.” You gasped at Remus’s closeness. His hand ghosted over yours and for some reason you couldn’t move. He leaned down to whisper into your ear, making you shiver involuntarily. “But change can be good, can’t it?”

“Depends,” you said back, ignoring the strange sensation that Remus’s slightly raspy voice gave you.

“Depends? On what?”

“What’s changing.”

Remus finally gave you some space, moving to the shelf opposite you. He shrugged with a sort of understanding but there was a little sorrow behind his eyes. You walked up to him and took his hands in yours with a kind smile.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. Remus looked at you lovingly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Things won’t ever change between us, right?”

You frowned, taken aback. “What would make you think we would?” Remus strayed his gaze from you so you leaned over to meet his eyes. “Is this about Lenny?”

“It’s definitely not not about him.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Things aren’t going to change because I fancy someone, Remus. I’m sure you fancy someone too but is that going to make us drift apart?”

Remus’ eyes went wide. He gulped and shook his head. “No, that absolutely won’t bring us apart.”

“See?” you sighed. “We’ll be no different no matter who we love.” The sandy haired boy whipped his head towards you in horror.

“Are you in love with him?”

“What?” you chuckled. “No, that was hypothetical love.” Remus let out a breath of relief, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Why? Does that make you upset? Because if it does then yes, I’m in love with him.”

Remus pushed your shoulder playfully while he teased, “Aren’t you clever?”

Okay, today was the day you were going to do it. Time to ask Lenny out. You had been jumpy all during Transfiguration and Remus knew it, scaring you when he could or joking with you to ease the tension. Needless to say, you were not happy with the boy.

But you couldn’t think about that. You had to focus, otherwise the words would barely form in your mouth. James had pulled Remus from class the second that it ended, claiming he needed to strategize for the upcoming moon. Remus complained the whole way out, quietly reprimanding James not to be so loud.

Once Remus and his friends had left, you approached Lenny. He waved his friends off and greeted you with a gentle grin.

“Hi,” you began.

“Er, hello.”

“I was...well, I was wondering if...I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to but, uh…” You felt like an idiot; why wouldn’t the words come out.

“Yes?” he prompted.

“Right.” You took a deep breath before you said, “Would you like to go on a date to Hogsmeade soon?”

To your horror, Lenny furrowed his brows in confusion. He blinked in shock a time or two more, glancing around the emptied classroom. “I’m sorry, did you break up with your boyfriend?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. You laughed at his question before realizing he was serious. “Oh, you’re not joking,” you muttered dismally. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“But you did, didn’t you?”

“...no? What are you talking about, Lenny?”

“You and that Lupin fellow are going together, aren’t you?”

Your world came crashing down around you. Did Remus tell him that you were? Oh man, you were going to have his head on a platter by the end of the night.

“Who told you that?” you asked through grit teeth. Lenny shrugged.

“Nobody told me, but everyone knows you two are together.”

You thought you might faint. “Everyone?” Your voice was weak with nerves.

“Yes, everyone. You two are dating, correct?”

You shook your head and stormed to the classroom door. “If we were before, we definitely aren’t now.”

Your anger carried you straight to the Gryffindor common room, prepared to have a row with Remus. However, as you entered the setting, your fury faltered. Why were you even mad at him? He didn’t do anything wrong, it was all just rumors that neither of you had started.

So, to keep yourself busy from reigniting your irritation, you went to your room to create the little care package you made for Remus every month. 

As the next two days went by, you could barely speak to Remus. In all your other courses with him besides Transfiguration, you sat with your other friends. By the time the full moon came around, you hadn’t spoken to him once so you decided it might be best for a visit.

You knocked on the door of Remus’s dorm, package in hand. James cracked the door open slightly and slid out.

“Moony’s sleeping. You know how he gets,” he explained. You shrugged, pretending like those words weren’t devastating to hear.

“Would you give this to him when he wakes up?” You handed him the small brown package which was tied up with twine. James nodded appreciatively and made his way back into the room.

“You know, he’s mad about these things. He’s kept every card you’ve written him in them. Says it’s the only thing helping him through the night.”

Your heart panged with something familiar, yet undetectable. Before James could shut the door, you wedged your foot in it. He looked up at you in bewilderment and then joined you back outside the room.

“Do you think I act like his girlfriend?” you asked in one breath. James let out a low whistle.

“I feel like this is a conversation for Remus, not me-”

“Answer the question, James. Please.”

James teetered on the balls of his feet as he tried to come up with a proper response. “Would it be a bad thing if I said yes?”

You wanted to argue, but you couldn’t. The words weren’t there. You blushed heavily and shook your head slightly. “That’s kind of what I’m worried about.”

“What’s there to be worried about?”

“I’m worried about falling for him and him not falling back,” you confessed. You were shocked at the ease of which the words tumbled from your mouth but it was too late to take them back.

“That must be the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“(Y/N), you’re already mad for Moony. None of us are blind, and even if we were we could still see it. And you don’t need to worry about Remus not fancying you back.” Your heart swelled at his words.

“What are you saying?”

James took a few steps back into the room, his face peeking out from the crack. “You know what I’m saying.”

The full moon came and went. Even though it was no longer than any other month, it felt like you were destined to stir in your emotions. You knew that the guys got back in around sunrise and you were worried that you wouldn’t be awake to see them but it turned out not to be an issue seeing as how your anxiety kept you up all night.

When your dorm flooded with light, you rushed down to the hospital wing. You surveyed the curtained beds, picking to sit next to the one Remus normally was in. Slowly, you pulled back the curtains to see Remus, bandaged and sleeping, his chest rising and falling with his peaceful breaths.

Looking at him, your heart filled with love. But, the longer you looked, the more nervous you began to feel. You were about to confess your feelings to your childhood best friend! So you shook out the nerves and fell into the chair beside his bed and began to speak.

“Okay,” you started, “here we go. This is more for myself, this is a practice round so I don’t have to see his-...your face when I tell you this. Merlin, I feel so stupid for never noticing before. It was always how I felt around you and then felt around guys that I fancied and I could distinctly tell those two feelings apart because they were different. But...Godric, I can’t believe I’m saying this...they were different because I,” you swallowed thickly before continuing, “I like you. A lot. Insanely so. It drives me mad that I never noticed it but I was scared of things being different so I pushed it down but...I’m not so scared anymore. I fancy you, Remus.”

You exhaled with confidence as you had gotten the words off your chest to a sleeping Remus. Well, you thought he was sleeping. Remus opened one eye and asked, “Are you finished yet?”

You nearly jumped out of your seat at the sound of his voice. Your nostrils flared with anger and you snatched a pillow off the bed beside you to smack him with it. He cackled in between whacks while you reprimanded him.

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)…love, please! I’m only teasing you! I fancy you too! I fancy you too!”

Remus’ words caused your beating to slow to a halt. Hope blossomed in your chest and a dumb grin grew on your lips. “You fancy me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” Remus reached up to you, tugging you down onto the bed. You locked eyes with him and subconsciously leaned down towards him.

“It was!” Sirius groaned from the bed across from them. You rolled your eyes and sat back up.

“We were busy having a moment, here!” you cried, yanking the curtain shut. You turned back to face Remus who was busy fighting a snicker. “Where were we?”

Before Remus pulled you down against his lips, he whispered, “Allow me to remind you.”

[flymyhp]

Dirty dancing with Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

A/N: it's been a minute! That's because I've been working on this wonderful 80's themed collab with @quadrupledeckertaco @probably-peeves and @melody-studyblr. Thank you to these lovely people for letting me join in. Hope you enjoy!! And absolutely check out their work because they're all very talented. Much love!

Green. Everything seemed that way except for the sky, a bright blue with a glowing sun beaming down through the windows of our car. My father was driving, talking to my mother who was sitting petitely in the passenger seat, mumbling small compliments to my sister Hermione who was beside me in the backseat singing.

“I am improving, aren’t I? You’re right mom, this summer is going to be the best I’ve had.”

That was the summer of 1963—when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.

Kellerman’s was a resort in Virginia, with a big lake and entertainment every night. My father was friends with the man who owned it, and this summer I would have the gross pleasure of meeting his son Blaise, who I’d heard so much about on the way.

“We’ll get settled and unpacked first, this way to our cabin. Then to lunch!” My father said with his and mothers suitcase in hand and sunglasses propped up on top of his head.

Hermione skipped behind him and our mother with her bag over her shoulder and long frizzy brown hair bouncing half bunched on top of her head. I watched as she spun around, admiring the view of the resort.

It was pretty, very pretty and natural. Trees overlapped our cabin that was just coming into view up the stairs on the side of a hill and there was a perfect view of the lake from our porch.

“I’m taking this bed, baby. I want the window view.” Hermione chirped as the four of us entered the cabin.

“Fine with me.” I sat my bag down on the bed with a sigh. I was excited to be here, not as excited at the idea that I might see Blaise at lunch. Or any time throughout the vacation for that matter. “Hey Mione, have you met Blaise Zabini?”

She furrowed her brows in thought. “Is he the dancer? I’ve heard he’s really good, he performs the final dance with Pansy Parkinson. I’d love to be in her shoes, I bet I could do better than she does.” She droned on and on about the wrong person.

“The owners son, I mean. I don’t know any of the dancers.” I interrupted her, annoyed.

Hermione’s always been talkative and perky. You’d think she was rude if you didn’t know her, but she just can’t help it.

“Oh! I’ve met him on one of daddy’s golfing trips.” I gagged at the word ‘daddy’. “He’s very nice and a proper gentleman, not my type but he’s heard a lot about you.” She giggled and faced the window, bouncing on her toes impatiently.

I wondered what she meant by that. I’d heard a lot about him too, he’s not my type either from the sound of it. A spoiled rich kid who takes what he wants. I also wondered about the dancers Hermione was talking about.

Everyone was unpacked and settled in nicely, so we headed to lunch in the main hall. We sat down at a four person table and waited on a server. Small talk was on its way, I turned my head to look at the hall in order to avoid it.

A voice raised a few tables down. I turned my head to look.

“Draco Malfoy. The dancer I was telling you about.” Hermione giggled beside me. He had blond, almost white hair and was leant over a server, who was a good size smaller than him.

“You’re the entertainment, Malfoy. You have no right.” The brown haired server whimpered out.

“I could get you out of here in no time.” Draco snapped. “Get the damn orders right.”

I didn’t want to stare, but I couldn’t look away either. Why did he care so much? I hadn’t noticed him look at me until a figure right next to my face snapped me out of my trance.

“Blaise.” Hermione whispered to me. With a glance her way, she was smirking.

Great.

“Mr. Zabini.” My dad nodded his head at Blaise.

“Mr. Granger. This must be baby.” Blaise looked me up and down grossly and held his hand out to me. I hesitantly took it. To no surprise, he kissed it. I worked wonders not to show my uncomfort. My father and Blaise talked for a few minutes about the resort and how much money his family has until he eventually left, shooting a wink at me.

I let out a sigh as he left. My head turned back to where Draco Malfoy had been standing, he wasn’t anymore.

“He’s a nice boy, baby.” My father looked up at me.

I forced a small smile, not looking up. I wanted him to drop it. The last few minutes of lunch I sat with my head down hoping no one would say anything else about the subject.

I walked around the resort with Hermione for most of the day. Eventually I found myself just watching her swim with some people she’d met. Mother and father had gone golfing with some of their friends and left us to find something to do, which you wouldn’t think would be hard here.

Six came up on us pretty quickly, Hermione said goodbye to her friends for the day so we could get back to the cabin and get ready for dinner in the hall. Hermione dressed up more than I did, which is always expected. We met our parents at the entrance of the hall and sat down at a booth with them. We got our food ordered and I did well to hide from anyone I didn’t want to speak to, Blaise.

I held a decent conversation with my family as we ate, nothing too special. We were mainly just waiting for the show like everybody else.

The lights dimmed and most of the room went silent. The music that was playing changed and grew louder as a spotlight landed on two people on the stage in front of us. Draco malfoy with Pansy Parkinson's hand in his.

My eyes widened as I stared. Pansy had a beautiful muted pink ball gown dress on, and Draco was wearing a white dress shirt and black formal pants.

They took the first step as the music stopped getting louder and a steady beat formed. Their feet followed along to it.

Pansy knew how to work the crowd. It wasn't a formal dance, but it wasn't too vulgar. Her hands worked the skirt of her dress flawlessly and Draco worked with her perfectly.

He lifted her into the air effortlessly, her chest slid against his seductively as he set her down. She spinned like a top with her skirt following her as the room cheered them on.

The final step of the dance led them to the stage with pansy's leg posted up on Draco's shoulder, his hands on her hips as she leaned back and the lights shut off.

I couldn't hear it but I knew the room was going crazy. Well, as crazy as a bunch of rich middle aged couples could get.

That was the wrap up of dinner for the first night. I knew my parents would want to stay and talk to some of their friends so I stood up with Hermione and took her arm.

"Let's go back to the cabin before they start tying us into arranged marriages." I giggled at her and she agreed.

I couldn’t sleep that night. Everything called to me except the bed I was in. Careful not to wake a sleeping Hermione up, I pulled the covers up and slipped out of the cabin. The night was the type of quiet it should be, trees rustled with the singing of cicadas. A boy was walking my way when I got to the bridge leading to the main hall. He was carrying three watermelons, and then he wasn’t.

“Shit.” He did his best to pick them both back up. I jogged closer to him and picked one of them up. “Thanks. Kitchens just up this way.”

“Do you know Blaise?” I asked him without thinking. I realized I probably should’ve started off slower, but I guess my head was filled with gross images of what had happened at lunch.

He scoffed. “Yeah. I know him. A real asshole. He has a thing for getting us to seduce the women that come in on vacation.”

I rolled my eyes at the thought of him. "And what about Draco Malfoy?"

"He's put together, strong-headed but he's got a kind heart. What's your name by the way?' he asked.

"Baby. That's what everyone calls me."

"Well baby, I'm Vincent. Everyone calls me Crabbe." He gave me a smile.

We got to the kitchens of the main hall. Through the windows I could see the Zabini's socializing with their guests. I tried to keep my head down.

"This way, baby." Crabbe passed me. I set the watermelon down with the other two. Then I wasn't sure what to do. "You want to see something?" He gave me a smirk.

"Depends."

"It'll be fun. Follow me."

He led me out of the kitchens and down a path behind the building. It was a bit of a walk but through some trees there was another building that looked like a cabin. Muffled music came from it.

"Do you know how to dance?" Crabbe asked, nudging my shoulder and opening the door.

It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. The place was small but so many people were packed into it, dancing under the fluorescent lights. Not ballroom dancing like at the nightly shows, it was hot, and I knew I couldn't dance like this.

"This way." Crabbe took my hand. My feet worked on their own as my eyes wandered from the people in front of me.

"Crabbe!" We stopped. Standing in front of us was Draco Malfoy. "What are we going to do about the final show?"

Oblivious to the conversation, I looked at the girl beside him. She was leaning up against a post in the room. She was tall. Dark brown hair and a look of disgust on her face.

"Who's this." She interrupted the boys conversation, looking directly at me.

I looked away from her and lowered my head.

"This is baby. I told you already, Draco, I haven't found anyone yet. The final show isn't for another week. We've got time." Crabbe argued. Then, he looked to me and smiled. An idea flickered in his eyes. "Actually, maybe I have."

"Her? Does she even dance?" Draco looked me up and down, but not the way Blaise did. The opposite.

"No I don't-" I started.

"She does. She can learn." I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't feel like lying to these people, I didn’t even know them. But I also didn't feel like dancing, or learning.

I remembered what Hermione had told me. Draco performed the final show with Pansy. Was she Pansy?

"Pansy? Why can't you do it?" I asked.

Draco rolled his eyes and gave Crabbe a look of idiocy.

"Something came up. Go back to your playpen, baby." Pansy snapped and turned her back.

"Just give her a shot, Draco." Crabbe seemed too trusting for his own good. I was certain I couldn't do it.

Draco pushed past him, grabbing my hand and stomping his feet to the center of the room. I was awestruck. I couldn't do this.

He grabbed my waist when we stopped. His hips moved to the beat of the music blaring through the room. His finger tapped my waist and he nodded at me.

"To the beat, c'mon." His eyes never left mine.

I did my best to move my hips the same way he was. It was difficult. I'd never done anything like this and I'm sure if my family could see me they'd drop dead.

"Good, good. Now like this." He moved his hips the opposite way and held my chin to keep eye contact.

I could feel Crabbe and Pansy's eyes boring into me as I attempted to keep up with Draco. This whole situation felt so odd. Two minutes prior he would barely look at me.

The song ended and he stopped. "My cabin, top of the hill. Every day at 8." He sauntered back over to Crabbe and Pansy.

"Gave her a shot. If this doesn't work out you're dead." Draco spat at Crabbe.

I stood awkwardly in the center of the floor. My feet no longer worked on their own, or at all.

"Better get to work, baby." Pansy shouted at me. I looked at her, she shook her head with a shit eating grin on her face and followed Draco.

My feet suddenly had feeling in them again. I had no idea how this evening had even happened. Something got me out of bed tonight and something else tells me I shouldn't have.

I ran as quickly as I could past everyone in the room. Eventually making it out the door I found my breath. How was I going to get away with this? How was this even going to happen?

My feet carried me back to my cabin. All I wanted to do was hide under my covers from everything outside. Blaise, Draco, this dance I was now forced to learn.

The next morning I found an excuse to get away from my family and find Draco's cabin. It was fairly easy considering my parents would be doing the same thing every day and Hermione had found her own group yesterday.

I hiked up the hill behind the main building to Draco's cabin and stopped at his door. I lifted my hand to knock as I remembered why I was there. Nerves shook in my stomach. Getting out of this would be easy. All I would have to do is avoid Draco, Pansy and Crabbe for the remaining six days and keep my head down at the final dance.

That wasn't me though. Even though I had no say so in this ordeal at all, I felt like I had to fix this for them.

I said fuck it and knocked. Heavy footsteps drew closer to the door and it swung open.

Draco stepped to the side to let me in. He let the door close behind him.

"Where do we start?" I asked him as he fiddled with a music player sitting on the floor.

"Footwork. You have to get the fundamentals down and this dance relies heavily on it." He started in front of me and put his hands on my hips.

I took a deep breath in preparation for the rest of the day.

"Stop stepping on my feet, baby."

"Arms up, stay in your circle. This is my circle. Stay in yours."

"Good, again. Not like that."

My feet were sore by the end of the day. He wasn't too awful, I had thought the night before that he had something against me but I think it's just his personality.

The next day was the same as the first. Footwork. Don't step on me and stay in your circle. I was getting less and less critiques as we went on, though.

The third day was a little different. We started on the first steps of the routine. He was getting easier to handle day after day. He was still cold and irritable, but I saw him smile for the first time the third day.

I'd attempted the first spin about 10 times and stumbled every time, or missed his hand I was supposed to grab. Finally, he spun me and pulled me back to him, and my hand caught his.

Our faces were inches from each other. He was pretty. I hadn't really noticed before that day, he was very pretty. His eyes flicked down to my lips.

"Perfect." He startled me.

Me?

"We start on the jump tomorrow." He let me go.

Of course not.

The first three days had to be rushed so we could start on the jump as soon as possible. When I got to his cabin the fourth day I was running from the rain. He was leaning up against his door waiting for me.

"Let's go." He said when I reached him.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I followed him down a path behind his cabin. "Go where, exactly?"

"You'll see."

He stopped at a large creek in the woods where a tree had fallen over crossing it. He offered his hand to me.

"No way. You're serious?" I took a step back.

"We have to work on balance, baby. I won't let you fall, I promise." He took my hand this time.

We stopped in the middle. He placed his hands tightly on my waste.

"Now, jump"

My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head.

"It's raining, Draco, I'm going to fall." I retaliated.

"You are not, baby. Trust me and trust yourself."

"Fine." I huffed. I jumped just enough to get my toes off of the tree.

"And, down." His hands didn't leave my waist like they normally would. "Again, try higher this time."

I took a deep breath and jumped harder. My feet were unbalanced when I did and I felt it. His arms wrapped around me as he caught me, trying not to fall over himself.

"Can we just go back to the cabin?" I shook with nerves in his arms.

"We'll go to the lake. Can't have you breaking your neck in the cabin either." He held my hands as we got off of the tree and headed down to the lake.

I don't think he realized he hadn't let go of one of them.

"Right, love. This will be easier. Don't worry about falling." He said absentmindedly as we entered the lake.

There was still a downpour as evening grew to night. We started out small. He could easily hold me, it was about my ability to balance myself.

"Now, you'll go above my head and hold." I nodded my head at him.

I jumped with all I had. My eyes were closed in anticipation of my face meeting the water again, but it didn't.

"Hold, baby." Draco said from under me.

And I did. My sides were killing me, but I held it until he tapped my thigh with his fingers. I let myself fall back in front of him and my head fall.

"I think I'm done for tonight. That's starting to hurt." I told him.

Hands. His hands were on my hips.

"Of course. We'll perfect it tomorrow and finish it the next. You're doing perfect." He said. I started to shiver from the rain and cold lake water.

"Oh, baby. I'm sorry. I should've known. I'll get you back, let's go." He said, but he wasn't moving.

"I don't really want to go back to my cabin." I managed to force out.

"You can't stay in the lake all night." He chuckled.

I looked at him. I couldn't believe how intoxicating he looked.

"I said I didn't want to go back to mine." I had no idea what had gotten into me.

His hands on my hips moved to my face. I had no idea what had gotten into him, either.

"Then stay with me." He whispered. I nodded slightly, impatiently.

His hand went to my neck and he pulled my head closer, kissing me.

My mind had completely left my body. This had to be a dream. I knew it wasn't when he lifted my legs up to wrap around his waist, deepening the kiss.

"Perfect." He said as his forehead pressed against mine. "I meant you." My heart stopped working at this point. "Let's get you to bed. My bed."

Nothing happened that night with Draco, other than being completely sure I was in love with him. I just didn't know if it was because I was tired at the time.

The last few days I had pushed it out of my mind. My nerves focused more on the dance than they did about my feelings for Draco. The final dance was here.

"Follow my lead, and if you forget anything just improvise from what you've learned." He held my hand from behind the curtain.

It lifted and the light hit me. I knew my parents were here and I would probably be killed after this, but I couldn't let Draco down.

The music started and so did we. I moved in sync with him, and did my best not to look stiff during my parts.

The jump was seconds away, and my heart had nearly bursted from nerves and from Draco's eyes on mine the whole time. I flicked my dress back and forth with my hands and ran to Draco who had his arms out waiting to catch me.

I flew over his head and held myself in place. The room erupted into cheers just as it did the first night when Pansy was in my place.

Our last few steps were perfect, and the lights went out. Draco grabbed my face and kissed me all over.

"Perfect, baby. Absolutely perfect. I'll have to replace you with Pansy." He joked.

My face fell.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of your folks and Blaise. Leave it to me."

"No, Draco. Pansy. Aren't you and Pansy?"

"No, baby. Of course not. That's for show. She has a guy. And I found my girl." He kissed me again. I kissed him back. His girl.

Hermione had been right on the way to Kellerman's. This was the best summer I'd ever had.

[purselover2]

Pairings Bucky x Reader

Triggers: heart condition, heart episode, being tied up, hospitalization,

Summary: Sort of a prequel to Drabble I posted on Saturday. After talking to @harlekin6 about how Bucky would find out and react to discovering you had a heart condition I wrote this.

No beta so any mistakes are mine. Feel free to let me know and I’ll fix them.

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Title: Heart Revelation

You don’t like to tell people about your heart. As soon as you do they start treating you different. Like you’re made of glass and your heart the weakest of the glass could shatter and take you with it. So you take your medication in private, fill your prescriptions over in Queens so there’s less chance of running into anyone. Go to your heart doctors, you have two, alone and deal with whatever they tell you alone. You get away with this easily. There are only a few things that trigger an episode and you avoid those. Being startled, being scared or shocked. Being held with your hands above your head for several minutes.

He had wanted to kick things up some in the bedroom and you were more than happy to say yes. He was an amazing boyfriend and lover and treated you like you were his most precious gift. So when he suggested tying your arms to the bed frame you hadn’t thought it through before hastily saying yes because the thought was hot and you wanted it just as much as he did.

Your heart was beating crazy fast, usually getting up to around 170 when the episodes started. Usually you could just lay down until it slowed down after all no one could feel it but you and no one could certainly hear it. Unless of course that person was a super soldier with superior hearing.

Bucky was just about to move lower when he felt something change with y/n. Her heart, he could feel it vibrating her entire body and he could hear it beating way too fast even for someone in a state of arousal.

“Y/n? Sweetheart. What’s wrong?” He moved off you and up to look at your face. Which was blood red.

“Arms. Down. Now.” You breathed out as quick as you could since these episodes always made it hard to talk.

Bucky didn’t wait for more words nor did he wait to find a knife to cut the ties. In one motion the split the headboard in two and freed your hands. It would have been sexy as fuck if you weren’t feeling like your heart was going to explode.

As soon as your arms are down Bucky starts rubbing them to get the circulation back in them. “Y/n? Tell me what to do? Can you talk Doll?” When he saw you were struggling to breath he finishes getting the ties off your hands and finds your shirt and puts it over your head. Picking you up heads towards his door. “FRIDAY alert the med bay I’m bringing y/n in. There’s something with her heart.”

“Done Sargent Barnes. I alway took the liberty of running her vitals and sent the information down to their thermal.”

“Thanks.” Bucky replied as he raced down the hall the elevator. FRIDAY had it waiting for him and you arrived there quickly.

“Put her on the bed.” Dr. Cho ordered. She had been in her lab working the weekend and knew there wasn’t another doctor on site currently. So hearing there was an emergency she had rushed over.

Once Bucky had you on the bed, Helen started giving orders. “Get the heart monitor on her. Start an IV. We’re going to have to get the drugs started to get it lowered.” She placed the oxygen mask over your face. “Afib and aflutter?” She asked to which you nodded yes. “Alright. Then you know what we’re going to do. Just relax and we’ll get it down.”

Bucky stood back taking it all in. From the question Cho had asked you he figured out that this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Apparently you knew you had a heart condition and had never told him. Helen looked over and saw the look on Bucky’s face and moved over to him.

“I’m assuming you didn’t know.”

Bucky shook his head.

“Okay. Listen to me. I get that you’re upset but she doesn’t need that right now. She needs to be calm and focused on her heart rate going down. Knowing you’re upset is going to negatively impact that. Can you put that to the side for now and help her?”

“Yes. What do I need to do?”

“Talk to her. Not things she needs to respond to but just talk to her. Hold her hand. Touch her. I have the IV started with a drug that should work to bring it down. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She walked over to the monitoring station on the other side of the lab.

Bucky walked over and sat down beside your bed. Taking your hand in his metal one and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Doc says she’s got the medicine started that’s going to fix this. Said I should keep you company and hold your hand. Didn’t have to tell me twice on that one. I love holding your hand.” He smiled at you. “I’m we need to take those days off we talked about and go to the cabin we found on that recon mission. You know the one with that huge hot tub outside? We could unplug and just be together.” Bucky spent the next hour talking about the trip. You were sure he was upset but trying his best to not show it. You were even more grateful for his presence in your life.

Soon Helen came back over and check the monitors attached to you.

“It went back down about 20 minutes ago and seems to be staying there. I’m going to stop the drip and reduce your oxygen down. I’ll take the mask off and replace it with the nasal tube so you can talk. Just remember to stay calm and no getting upset.” She said looking at Bucky at the last part.

“Thanks Helen. I’ll be okay.” You smile at her and she walks off.

Knowing the conversation is inevitable you turn to Bucky. “Bucky I....I’m sorry. I know I should have told you.”

“Yes. You should have.” He agreed. “So why didn’t you?”

“I don’t tell anyone.”

“But I’m not anyone y/n. I’m the man who loves you. The man who is supposed to protect you and keep you safe. But instead I put you in danger because I didn’t know.” He closed his eyes. “Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“I’m sorry. I keep saying that but I am. I don’t want you to know because when people find out they treat me different. Like I’m fragile. Sick. I didn’t want you to start and we both know that the second you found out you would have started over thinking everything just like you’re doing right now. Like you have since you found out. Tell me I’m wrong?” You held his hand tighter which made him look at you and you had your answer. “Told you.”

“Of course I’m thinking. Doll you have to take care of yourself. All the training and the missions. The sex. Oh my God. You let me tie you up. Did you know that it could happen?” Bucky asked you.

“Having my hands above my head sometimes causes issues.” You try to downplay it. “But I hadn’t had an issue in a long time and I thought that it would be okay.”

“Do you know how I would have felt how I would have reacted if something worse had happened?” Bucky leaned closer.

“I’m sorry Bucky. But I can’t be coddled. I won’t. I can still do training. Still do missions. I know my limitations.” You tried to get him to see your side.

“Do you see a doctor regularly?” He asked.

“I see two doctors. I have a cardiologist and a heart surgeon. I see them regularly and the both know what I do for living. They both cleared me. For everything Bucky. Even sex. They know I know what to avoid what could trigger an episode. I should have told you when you asked about it. I wanted it too.” You held his hand tighter.

“We need to talk about this more but you need rest. I was serious earlier when I said we needed to take some days and go to that cabin. How about tomorrow I call and make arrangements and we go this weekend if Helen says it’s okay?” Bucky stood up. He needed to leave. Needed to think and he knew y/n needed to rest.

“I would love that.” You smiled.

“Okay. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” Bucky leans down and kisses your forehead and turns to walk out.

Just as he reaches the door you speak. “Bucky? We’re gonna be okay right?” Your voice breaking a little.

Bucky hears it and hurries to your side. “Doll. Of course. Of course. We’re gonna be fine. We are fine. I love you. I’ll be back in the morning.” He kisses you again this time on the lips. “Now get some rest. You’ll need it for this weekend”. He winks and you catch his meaning.

“Yes Sargent.” You mock salute him and laugh. You lay back and close your eyes knowing that everything really would be okay.

[they-callme-ami]

Double Dutch. (aka the drunk! Elijah, Aurora, black!MC and Tobias fic)

Note: This story uses lots of AAVE (African American Vernacular English) and is mostly intended for a black audience--you can still read for funsies or whatever, but I better not hear some shit about it not being inclusive or using 'improper grammar'.

Tags: @what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil @tyrils-star @melaninnntae @indescribablybre @prism-goddess

It started innocently enough: you were helping Aurora wrap her hair, pinning it up and tying the scarf around it.  Elijah rolled into the living room in his pajamas. You three were the only ones at home since you three had worked later than Jackie, Bryce and Sienna and didn’t feel like going out that night.  But y’all weren’t opposed to chillin and talkin’ shit. 

It had been a long ass day. Ethan was getting on every damn nerve you had, either talking about his mom and their strained relationship or bugging you about your cases. The man just did not leave you alone, and normally it was cool--but today he needed to back the fuck up and stop talkin shit about Tobias. It was gettin old. Not only that, but you had your own intern to deal with--which is what you were going on about now.

“I’m telling you Elijah--I love Esme but that girl is too fuckin much!  She always stay talkin back to the other attendings, nearly started a fight with another intern, and even when she asks for my advice she don’t listen! Thinkin she know everything….fuckin stubborn headass..” You sigh while twisting your hair.  

“Uh-huh. Sounds like a familiar head-ass doctor I know.  You were on trial last year, stoopid!  I know your ass not talkin bout Esme.  She’s a breeze compared to Sothy… he barely knows how to do anythin--it's a damn miracle he graduated y’know.”

“And who’s fault is that Elijah--oh, excuse me, Oracle.”  Aurora smirked and laughed as Elijah could only sit there, ultimately taking the L.

As y’all were about to go in on each other, there was a knock at the door.

“Oh! Finally, must be the package I ordered.  I hope y’all are ready to see me strut the halls in my new---”  You open the door, only to see Tobias there in some sweats with some take out food and a paper bag.

“Not a package, but I’d love to see what you plan on struttin in.”  He teased and smirked.

“SHIT---Uh---why are you here so late---”  You had your bonnet on and a big ass t-shirt with some stains on it and some basketball shorts.  It was the first time he'd seen you so casual.

"Easy there firecracker, I didn't expect you to look--what are the kids saying--'beat and snatched' 24/7." He pecked your lips and walked in. 

“I invited him Y/N. Tobias, don't ever try and say that shit again and bring me my wings.”  Aurora smiled and laughed, seeming to not be phased by her boss seeing her in a scarf and acne cream dotting her face.  Was she just so tired from work she didn’t care?  Who were you kidding, this girl was a complete trip after a long day and was just sayin ‘fuck it’.

“Elijah, I got Tobias to grab you some of that shrimp scampi from that place downtown, and Y/N--he got you your favorite cause I told him and you his new boo thing.”  Aurora smirked with a wing in hand, and Elijah playfully gagged while Tobias handed out takeout containers and handed yours over. Yup, it was your favorite dish from your favorite place.  

“Now--I was invited for 3 reasons: A.) I have a car so I could do the food run and get y’all spoiled asses some good food.  B.)  I live 5 blocks away from the liquor store so--” He held up a bottle from the bag he had--Hennessy, cause of course he’d get the most stereotypical dr--”And C.) I had to pull a double shift so I’m tired and nice enough to share some college Ramsey stories with y’all.”

So there you were, sipping on your glass and laughing as Tobias was explaining how Ethan thought that ‘double dutch’ was some kind of dessert or innuendo for a threesome with exchange students.

“Wait wait---no no you gotta be kiddin me.  Fuckin 4.0 Med school GPA Ramsey--future head of Edenbrooks Diagnostics Team--thought double dutch was some kinda play on words?  I have to laugh…” Elinah snorts. You couldn’t help but burst into whoops and hollars, laughing and even Aurora couldn’t hide the smile on her face after she almost choked on her drink.

“Uh-huh.  Even after I told him what it was, he insisted that he had to see ‘it’.  I took him to my old neighborhood, and watched four 9 year old girls school him while he nearly fell flat on his face!”  Tobias laughed and smiled as he recalled the memory.  “For someone so fuckin smart--I swear to god he’s a dumbass.  Arrogant too, he never wanted to jump rope at the gym anymore.”

Something inside you flipped on.  You took a sip of Henny and smirked.  

“Well, I knew he had the fuckin long-ass neck of a giraffe, but clearly them legs ain’t doin him a favor either.”  Tobias nearly spat his drink and crumbled on the floor into laughter, Elijah slamming his hand on the table and laughing with him.  It was taking all of Aurora’s willpower to not laugh and act a fool.  “I mean, I know he ain’t got any rhythm either!  Mothafucka was clappin OFFBEAT during Donahue’s karaoke night, but I’m supposed to trust him to count how many heartbeats a patient has.”  You joke again, and Elijah was holding his sides.

“Fuck---he---Y/N shut the hell up!”  Tobias laughed and playfully pushed your shoulder.  “Pass me the damn bottle….y’all lemme tell you somethin worse than that--his cooking.  The man can’t stay on beat let alone beat a fuckin egg.  Y/N--tell ‘em bout the chicken.”

“He---He invited me home after work or somethin--and he wanted me to help him with this recipe he saw for chicken.  Y’all, it was the BLANDEST ass recipe I ever saw in my life.  I was terrified to eat whatever the fuck he was makin, it was so bad his dad even helped out and said how it needed some proper seasoning.  I had never seen an old man so disappointed in such an empty spice cabinet.  I had to leave.”  You snicker as you retell the story.  “Even worse?  He tried to bring me some leftovers afterwards and by god was that mothafucka dry as HELL---y’know what, lemme calm down cause I am not about to yell over some bland ass chicken.”  You chugged down the Henny and grabbed the bottle to pour another glass.

“Y’know….for someone who seemed real eager to stuff a chicken, he cannot seem to tell he got a stick stuffed far up his ass.  No wonder he walks around like an emotionally constipated man-baby.”  Aurora said with a straight face as she chugged her own drink.  You turned away, laughing and doing a spit take as Tobias slammed his fist on the table, snorting while Elijah simply was in awe at Aurora’s words. 

 “My first week there, I was assigned to Y/N and cause my auntie was makin me give her full on oral essays of every case I had, I missed out on one of ours and nearly let a patient die.  Now---his ass knows this.  He knows exactly who the fuck I am and who the fuck my aunt is.  And what did he do?  Chewed me out without a second thought.  I was *this* close to curb stomping his ass I swear--He even called Y/N amature after saving someone’s life because it ‘was sloppy’ and ‘wasn’t professional enough’.  And another thing--” 

You watched Aurora stand up, Henny in her hand, and just goin off on Ethan.  She was tearing into him, from him being able to get off the hook for punching Declan, verbally avicerating innocent interns, being all high and mighty--man, she hated his ass.  Elijah was just eating his scampi, vibing and Tobias was smiling like a proud parent, eating his burger. 

 “He gon have the nerve--the audacity--the CAUCASITY to assume that I’M trippin because I told him about Landry being all rude and dismissive of one of his black-female patients.  He nearly put ME on probation for helping deliver the baby properly when Landry prescribed her the wrong treatment for something cause neither of them will ever fuckin LISTEN and--”  You could not have been any more impressed.  You were just soaking it all in.  She finally sat back down and ate some of her wings.

Tobias sighs and grins.  “Damn. Elijah, you been real quiet...you wanna add your two cents?” he asks while Tobias took a big gulp and sat the glass back down.  He took a deep breath.

“No, no….I just want his long-neck-headass, mommy-didn’t-love-me-so-I’m-a-lil-bitch-headass, grudge-holding-grown-ass-man-headass, lemme-insult-my-interns-headass, pompous, privileged, irritating, high and oh so fuckin’ mighty ass to humble himself and learn to get his head and the stick he got outta his ass.  It ain’t cute to just bash everyone around you cause yo ass is feelin like Hamilton, ‘smartest in the room’ mofo.”  He said, all very calmly while finishing his drink.   You, Tobias and Aurora just exchanged a look….and broke out into a fit of laughs and smiling. 

A few drinks later and a hella amount of roasts later, you were cuddled up with Tobias while Elijah laid out on Aurora's lap. 

"Damn…..we really been up for hours now. Jackie and Sienna still out…" Elijah piped up and checked his phone. "They're at Bryce's place, having a 'girls night' with Keiki and sleepin over…..ooooo, Tobias should sleep over too!" He showed y'all a photo Sienna sent. 

"Uh-huh, you should! We can watch movies and... oh Elijah your hair is sooooo soft." Aurora smiled and was playfully twisting it. Seems like the drinks were finally hitting.  Tobias could tell too.

He managed to help Elijah back in his wheelchair and followed his directions to his room.  He came back out to you helping Aurora to her room.

"Byyyye boss. See ya at work! If you do stay over, y'all better be quiet while he rearrange them guts!" She poked you laughing as you rolled your eyes and got her in bed.  You walked back out, feeling tipsy yourself and plopped on the couch...with Tobias.

"Y'know….your friends definitely know how to go all in on a roast session. I found out shit about Ethan I didn't know till now."

"Mhmmmm….Henny is….is a miracle worker…" you slurred and laughed, laying up on him. "And yoooooouuu….are a fine-ass pillow." 

Before you succumbed to the exhaustion and hennessy, you felt Tobias's lips peck your cheek gently and his arms hold you tight against him.

The next day at work, you were taking your break and went outside to the courtyard...much to your surprise you found a few children--presumabley patients-- playing double dutch with some jump rope.

"Apples, peaches, pears, and plums

Tell me when your birthday comes! 1! 2! 3! 4!"

They were counting along as you hopped inside the rope, showing off a bit and laughing. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ethan walking towards the building.

"Hey, Ethan, wanna join? It may not be a dessert or two dutch girls--but it'll be fun!" You called out and teased while working the ropes. You could see his face turn red from where you were, and him muttering softly about Tobias. You couldn't help but laugh as you kept skipping and hopping away.

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 24

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A/N: Sorry for the delay! Italics are flashbacks

Summary: You and Fred have returned from your trip and settle in to a new season and life together.

Warning: swearing, drinking, smut, slight dom, small daddy kink, oral sex female receiving

Word Count: 8900

October 28, 2023

The season is a few weeks in and the Penguins have a Saturday off, so Sidney is throwing a Halloween party as the team plays on the 31st. You are in the bathroom doing the finishing touches to your costume.

“Why did I have to be the scarecrow? He doesn’t have a brain” Fred grumbles coming up beside you, his arms gently brushing yours.

“Well the tinman doesn’t have a heart” you say turning to face him, fixing his shirt “and that really doesn’t suit you. Besides it’s a costume, you’re supposed to dress up as something you’re not.”

Fred grumbles under his breath “still ridiculous.” You know he is joking, and is super excited about having matching family costumes. He has been sending you cute ideas for the past 6 weeks, suggesting characters from Monsters Inc., Toy Story, or various other options he thought Oliver might be interested in. When you told him Oliver wanted to be the lion from the Wizard of Oz so the two of you would be Dorothy and the scarecrow, he tried to suggest being various safari animals but Oliver was set on the Wizard of Oz.

You smile at him “well I showed Oliver some ideas and asked him what he wanted to be, he was really set on being a lion.”

“That’s only because he just learned the sound of a lion” Fred mumbles.

You stand on your tippy toes and place your lip beside his ear, hand pressed lightly on his chest “you are a very handsome scarecrow” you whisper to him, kissing his pulse point. You see Fred take a gulp; you pull your head back slightly and look into Fred’s normally golden brown eyes that are dark with fire. You breathe in his cologne, can practically feel his heart beating through his chest. Your knees are becoming wobbly; you want to press him against the door locking you both in the bathroom.

Because of his recent road trip you haven’t seen each other in almost a week. His road trip was filled with phone sex, a lot of phone sex. While some of the stuff Fred said was a blur due to you being otherwise distracted, you do remember him saying something about tying you to the bed and spending hours with his head between your legs, and just when you thought you couldn’t handle anymore he would finally slide his cock inside you, fucking you until the sun comes up.

So when he finally arrived home it was extremely hard for you not to lock him in the bedroom for hours. Instead Fred spent the day with Oliver who was basically his shadow; and you thought you might get some time during his nap but today was a day he chose he didn’t need a nap. So anywhere Fred is, so is his mini-me; he even went looking for him when he was in the bathroom.

It’s actually a super cute problem to have, your son loving his dad so much he doesn’t want five minutes away from him. Just means that you have all this pent up energy, and it doesn’t help that watching Fred be a dad is the absolute greatest thing ever and that alone can send you over the edge. But on top of that Fred has been driving you wild. Shooting you subtle glances, pressing himself up against you while reaching for a cup, and when you all were watching a movie his hand was on your thigh squeezing it while he whispered filthy comments in your ear.

But finally you appear to have a couple minutes alone with Fred before the party and you want to use them. Your eyes narrow in on Fred’s lips, but before you can act he pushes you against the sink, pulling one of your pigtails tilting your head to the side. He leans his head down and begins sucking hard on your neck, as he hoists you onto the counter.

“Fuck Fred” you mumble. He brings a hand up, stroking your thigh, making his way up towards you core; biting the exposed flesh of your neck. “Babe stop, you’re gonna leave a mark” you whine but Fred just chuckles and continues to suck harder on you, his hand approaching your underwear.

“Fred!” you exclaim, playfully pushing his shoulders to create some space. He just stares at you, wiping some saliva from the corner of his mouth. He brings his thumb down and wipes it over the area on your neck “it’s not even that bad” he says squeezing your thigh a large smirk on his face “can’t even tell.”

You go to open your mouth to comment back, but his mouth attaches to yours. His hand slides under your dress, and his thumb grazes over your underwear. He strokes over you a few times before finally slipping his finger under your panties, coating them in your juices.

You moan into the kiss, as you feel him slide two large calloused fingers inside you. You expect him to start moving them; however they just sit inside you as his tongue dances in your mouth. You rock your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, but Fred’s other hand tightly grips your waist holding you in place.

“Babe” you whine, having not seen him for 6 days, and not felt his touch in almost 8.

“You can do better than that” he says staring at you “if you want this you’ll have to take it skat.”

Coming from the off season it has been an adjustment for you, going from not having to keep your hands off one another to not seeing him for days proved to be harder than you remembered. Maybe it’s because the last season you weren’t together for most of it, and even when you were together you were in denial of your feelings; but you don’t remember it being this hard being apart from Fred.

Feeling his fingers pressed deep inside you, his index finger twitching slightly is sending a shiver coursing through your body. Now you can practically feel your juices dripping around his fingers and down your thigh thinking of the things he can do with the slightest movement. You glare into his eyes, yours are wide. You attempt to lift your hips, gripping his wrist trying to move his hand in and out of you.

Instead he looks into your eyes, and turns his finger slowly inside you, bringing his thumb up to touch your clit. He gently taps his thumb against your clit, smirking at you before stilling his hand. You know he isn’t going to do more, if you want more you will have make it happen yourself.

“Babe I need you, so bad. I know you can tell how wet I am, I’ve been this way all week. Thinking of you, what you can do to me” you groan, but Fred doesn’t budge.

“This week was hard; we both know how much better you are than me. How easily your large fingers can send me over the edge.”

Fred still doesn’t move, instead he pushes harder into your thigh, likely leaving bruises. His eyes are dark as they narrow in on your lips. You know that there is still one card up your sleeve you have left to play. “I know you missed making me cum, show me how much you missed me daddy.”

You don’t call Fred daddy often in the bedroom. That is a name reserved for your son to use, but you know it’s something that ignites a fire in him when you use it on him. That’s part of why you don’t use it often, if you do it would take away from the impact it has on your boyfriend.

Fred takes a deep breath, shaking his head slightly “fucking hell” he mumbles under his breath. You know if his costume was tighter you would see him straining the fabric, waiting to be released. He eases his grip on your waist as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Just wait until later I’ll really show you how much I missed you” he says as you begin to rock your hips on his fingers. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well” he says sliding a third finger in you. You groan at the feeling, falling backward against the mirror, your breathing increases as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“Such a good girl for daddy” Fred says pumping the fingers in faster, his thumb pressing circles on your clit. You’re breathing picks up, load guttural moans leaving your lips as you are so close.

Fred suddenly stops, pulling his fingers out and your dress back over your legs in the process. “Frederik” you exclaim in a stern whisper, a scowl on your face.

He smirks at you wiping his hands on the nearby towel when you begin to hear tiny footsteps puttering down the hall and a little voice shrieking “daddy.” You finish adjusting your dress and slide forward while your breathing begins to steady.

“Thought moms have eyes in the back of their heads and know all” he jokes. You scoff lightly in response while Fred bends down to Oliver’s eye level “Daddy I be lion now?” he asks running into his chest.

“Yeah let’s go get your costume on” Fred says standing up. Oliver turns around running out of the room; you hop off the counter and fix your dress in the mirror. Fred steps up to you and says “til later babe” smacking your ass before walking out of the room. You take a few deep breaths trying to compose yourself; you walk into the bedroom and change your underwear, your previous pair now soaked through.

“What sounds does a lion make Ollie?” Fred asks while holding Oliver in his arm, standing in front of your window that overlooks the city. The sun is setting; the sky is filled with warm red hues as some of the city lights illuminate the backdrop. You aren’t bringing Oliver to the party tonight, but you are dress him in his costume to get a family picture tonight. He looks adorable in his lion costume complete with tail and mane.

“Roar” he says bringing his hands up to mimic a scratching of a claw.

“Woah you’re a scary lion” Fred says tickling him, eliciting some laughter from your son. It’s these moments where you wish you could freeze time, your son is growing so fast, every day turning more and more into a miniature Fred complete with his mannerisms. While you love the accomplishments and milestones he continues to achieve, you wish he could stay your little boy forever.

“Daddy” he squeals squirming in his arms. Fred continues to tickle him and you hear more laughter “daddy stop.”

You walk over to your boys with a large smile on your face “mommy help” he whines through his laughter. You bring a hand up and start to tickle Oliver as Fred holds him. After a minute you stop and allow Oliver to catch his breath, Fred places a kiss on your cheek and you capture a few pictures.

“Oh that’s probably Christie” you say having heard a knock and you wander to the door.

A few minutes later you see Fred in Oliver’s room having just changed him into his pajamas. They are sitting in the chair, Fred holding a Dr. Seuss book; Oliver flips through the pages not allowing Fred a chance to read the words.

“Christie is ready babe” you say to Fred who looks up at you smiling. Fred booked Christie for the night and into tomorrow morning; he thought you might not be hungover if you could sleep past 7am, Oliver’s normal wakeup time. Although you know that Oliver will likely find a way to sneak off shortly after his breakfast and wake you both up.

“You going to be a good boy for Christie tonight?” Fred asks turning his attention to Oliver, kissing his head.

Oliver turns the page of the book “yes daddy” he replies looking up at him.

“Good boy” he replies setting the book on the side table and standing up, setting Oliver down on the floor. You walk over and kiss Oliver on the cheek “love you.”

“Love you mommy” his little voice repeats back to you.

Fred kneels down in front of Oliver “have a good night and I’ll see you tomorrow.” “No don’t go daddy” he whines wrapping his arms around Fred’s neck. Fred holds him tight, rubbing his back while looking up at you.

“You’re going to have so much fun with Christie tonight; mommy and I will be here tomorrow. We can go to the park, colour some pictures, play some games; whatever you want okay?”

“Promise?” he asks you can hear his little voice crack against Fred’s shoulder. Fred stands up holding Oliver in his arms, tight to his chest.

“Promise” Fred agrees kissing his cheek. “If Christie says you were good, maybe you can come to practice with me tomorrow.”

Oliver pulls his head back to look at Fred’s face; you can see some tears have fallen down his cheek. He sniffles before smiling slightly “really?” he whispers.

You run the side of your finger across his cheek, wiping the tears from him. Fred bounces Oliver on his hip, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. Oliver brings a hand up to Oliver’s beard, poking his chin.

Fred smiles “yeah of course” he places a kiss to his temple “I love you buddy.”

“I love you too daddy” your son says, his bottom lip quivering again as Fred sets him down by Christie in the living room.

You both walk over to the door to put your jackets on, Oliver follows you and is standing a few feet away watching, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Ollie, you want to play mini sticks?” Christie asks trying to pull his attention to hopefully allow you and Fred a chance to sneak out. Your son doesn’t respond, the only sounds are his sniffles.

Fred reaches for the door turning the handle, before he can step out Oliver run forward wrapping his arms around his leg. He sobs against Fred’s pants. Fred takes a breath, releasing the door; he leans down to pick him up, stroking his head.

“I want to stay” Oliver says through his sobs.

“You’re going to have so much fun bud, Christie said you can watch a movie and play mini sticks, sounds like super exciting night” Fred tries to reason. Oliver’s hand tightly clenches his jacket as Fred walks over to Christie.

He places one last kiss on his head before peeling Oliver off and handing him to Christie. This causes Oliver to scream even louder, you both leave the room quickly, without another word hoping once you leave he will calm down.

“Daddy” you hear him wail as you walk to the elevator. He is so loud you can hear him through a closed door and all the way down the hall.

While in the elevator Fred takes a deep breath trying to compose himself. His normal tough demeanor vanishes whenever it comes to Oliver, he becomes an instant softy. Every time Fred leaves Oliver reacts like this, and you know it breaks his heart to go. You step up to him and he wraps his arms around your waist “I hate leaving him” he whispers.

“I know babe, but the only reason he acts like this is because you’re an amazing father, and you’re his best friend.”

Fred smiles lightly looking down at you “I do like being his best friend” he says resting his head on top of yours. “But it still sucks; it gets harder to leave him every time.”

You rest your head on his chest, gripping the back of his coat. You hear the soft beating of his heart while Fred runs his fingers through your hair. “We don’t have to go babe, we can stay home with him” you say into his chest “have a family night, watch a movie.”

“No” he sighs “we can’t be those parents, it’s good for him and us to have a night alone every now and then.”

“I know, just wanted to make sure you knew that” you say running your hands up and down his back. Fred brings a hand to lift your chin; he gazes deep into your eyes. You can see the internal battle he is facing, he wants to stay and spend all his time with you and Oliver, but he knows staying won’t help. Staying will only prolong how long it takes for him to adjust to you leaving.

Fred arms wrap tighter around you, leaning down to bring his lips to yours. This kiss isn’t rushed, it isn’t meant to resume the activities from earlier in the bathroom. Instead it is slow, him seeking solace, comfort from the pain he feels leaving your son. You open your mouth to allow his tongue entrance feeling he needs more from you; his hand squeezes your side when you hear the elevator ding and the doors open.

You and Fred walk outside, climbing into the Uber; Fred sits beside you. He places a kiss on your head tucking you into his arm “thank you smuk, jeg elsker dig.”

You turn your head and smile looking at him “jeg elsker også dig.”

His hand rests lightly on your thigh as he looks out the window. Your uber driver tried to make small talk with you, but after a few minutes he turned we gave up and the three of you sat in silence for the twenty minute drive. You walk in Sidney’s door hand in hand, about an hour later than you originally planned. You can tell the party is well underway, a few of the guys are in a game of foosball and there is some ruckus laughter coming from the kitchen.

“About time you got here, we’ve been waiting for our picture” Anna says pulling you over to the drinks trying to gather all the women.

“Sorry we left late, Fred –“ before you can continue Kathy dressed as Belle from beauty and the beast pipes up “we don’t need to hear about your wild sex stories (Y/N)” she says slurring her words slightly taking a sip from her cup.

“She is drunk” Anna explains in her pink power ranger costume.

You burst out laughing “I wish we were having wild sex and that’s why we were late.”

“That hickey on your neck says otherwise” Kathy teases, poking the spot on your neck.

“Fuck” you say. You didn’t realize Fred had actually left a mark, there wasn’t anything there when you last looked in the mirror. You run your hand over it, trying to rub it off as the women shoot each other a coy glance. “Oliver has been struggling with Fred leaving since the season started, he has become very attached to him. Basically a little shadow, wherever Fred is he is; but when he has to leave Oliver has a meltdown. And not a little melt down, they seem to be getting longer. I feel bad for Christie, he didn’t nap so he will be a handful for sure.”

Anna hands you a drink “I get that, but it gets easier as the season gets going. He’ll adjust and find a routine.” She rubs your arm comforting you as you nod your head, “I hope so” you say before taking a small sip of your drink.

Oliver struggled a little bit with this last year when you weren’t living with Fred. Once you all were under one roof he seemed to relax and you thought that was the problem; the two of you sometimes being together and sometimes not. Thought he was confused by the circumstances. But now you think it might not have been the shared custody he struggled with but the space from his dad.

All you know is that you hope he eases into a routine, and you can help keep him busy. Between getting him out on the ice, to art projects you hope you can distract him enough that he doesn’t have a full meltdown every time Fred leaves.

Anna hands her phone to Sidney as you all pose for a couple pictures. Fred is off on the other side of the room with some of the other players engaged in a conversation, but you can feel his eyes lingering on you. Every time you glance at Fred you see him staring at you, he shoots you a smirk or a soft smile. You are still dripping from your unfished activities earlier in the night, and the looks he has been shooting you and the causal smirks are making it worse.

“Having fun skat?” he asks coming up beside you at the drink table, running his hand lightly across your back.

“Yeah, you?” you ask shuddering under his touch.

“Mhm” he hums pouring some whiskey in his glass. He leans around you for some mix, his mouth millimeters from your ear, his hard member presses into your hip as you breathe in his cologne. You feel his warm breath on your neck, goosebumps begin to form before he whispers “but I plan on having even more later, babygirl.” He practically purrs out the last word, causing you to choke on your drink.

He just grins and smacks your ass before walks away leaving you at the table, your knees almost give out. Kathy and Anna walk up to the table to mix drinks, you stand there unable to move eyes still wide. You hear them chatting around you before Anna casually touches your arm “you okay (Y/N)?” she asks drawing you from your daze.

You shake your head and exhale, not even realizing you had been holding your breath.

“Yeah I’m good” you lie “just a little tired.” It’s not an unreasonable statement, beyond the toddler you chase every day, the start of the hockey season is an adjustment for everyone not just the players. The women nod sympathetically, but you aren’t sure how long you can keep up the charade. You look up and see Fred on the other side of the room, holding his drink up to his lips as he grins at you.

“I’ll be right back” you say excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. You walk down the hall and turn on the cold water, you wet a cloth and press it to your neck trying to cool yourself off. You gently dab over the spot Fred left on your neck earlier, it’s not that obvious. If you had of noticed it before leaving you might have been able to disguise it with makeup. Unfortunately because of its location there is no way to adjust your hair or dress to cover it up. You take a few deep breaths and grip the side of the counter staring into the mirror, weighing your options.

You contemplate staying locked in the bathroom a little longer, sliding some fingers in and finishing yourself off from earlier. It would ease some tension that has built up but you run the risk of someone looking for you and figuring out what you are doing. You also know that Fred won’t let you live it down, finishing in his teammates bathroom, not being able to wait a few hours. And do you really want to be the person that masturbates in your friend’s bathroom during a party?

The other option is to wait until you get home. Fred will do everything he can to drive you wild; shooting you subtle glances, light touches. His eyes won’t leave your body, and you will be soaked through your underwear within the hour. Once you get home you have a toddler and a nanny down the hall that could easily wake up. But you know Fred will more than make up for earlier if you wait.

You stand in front of the mirror, what you should do and what you want to do are two different things. If Fred hadn’t wound you up this choice would be so much easier. Finally you groan and turn the water off and hang the towel up to dry. As much as you need it, you can’t bring yourself to pull your underwear down and slide some fingers inside yourself for the next 10 minutes or so. You straighten your dress and turn around opening the door but run into a large chest; it pushes you back in the room locking the door. If the feeling of his chest didn’t alert you to who it was, his cologne does.

“Fred we can’t, people are around” you say as his mouth attaches to your neck almost instantly.

“There is music and alcohol. Nobody will hear, and they probably won’t notice we’re gone babe” he quips as he undoes his pants dropping his boxers with them. He turns you around to face the mirror “tell me you haven’t been thinking about this all night” he says pumping himself a couple times.

“Fred” you groan.

“You were in here for a while babe, tell me you weren’t thinking about it, you didn’t consider sliding some fingers into your pussy, that I can only assume is drenched at this point. I can tell by the colour on your cheeks you couldn’t do it. Tell me you haven’t wanted this for the past week, tell me you haven’t been imagining this” he growls in your ear.

“Fred…we can’t. Sid and Kathy…” you say as Fred presses his erection into your ass.

“They’ll understand babe. They’ll understand when we say we’re trying to make a baby.” He reaches around you, pulling your dress down slightly to pinch your nipple; ever since you told him you wanted a second baby in Greece he has had his hands on you every chance he gets. As soon as Oliver falls asleep or while watching a movie he finds five minutes to sneak off with you. Every possible opportunity he finds it and you.

“You don’t think 2 young babies will be hard? Oliver isn’t even two yet.” 

“Oh I know it will be, but I know if anyone can handle it, it’s us” he pulls you in and places a light kiss on your lips. “No pressure babe. Can be now, 6 months from now, 2 years from now. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

He leans in to place another light kiss on your lips “it’s your body, and you are the only one of us using birth control. So whenever you want to get off it just let me know.” You bring your hand up to this side of his face deepening it before finally pulling away as you whisper “okay.” 

“Is that okay I’m ready, or okay I‘ll let you know when I am ready?” 

You lean in and press your lips to his, you bull back slightly so your lips are barely touching his. “Okay…” you trail off “let’s have another baby.”

Fred immediately flips you onto your back, his face hovering an inch above yours “yeah babe? You really want to?”

Your hands cup his jaw, running through his beard “yeah babe. I want another baby with you.” His mouth is immediately on yours as he grinds his hips down to yours, you feel his erection pressed into your stomach. He places kisses across your neck and chest causing you to laugh “babe we can’t actually start trying until we get home in a few weeks and my doctor removes my IUD.”

“That’s fine, but I’m still going to celebrate by practicing baby making with you.”

After Greece you spent a couple days in Denmark before flying back. You flew to Toronto to help your grandparents with their house and prepare for the move to Pittsburgh, while Fred flew to LA to do some training. You weren’t able to see your doctor until the end of August, but you have been trying for the last two months whenever he isn’t on the road.

“Do you really want our child to be conceived from a quickie in your captain’s bathroom during a team party?” you ask.

“Our first was conceived by two strangers getting ridiculously drunk and fucking each other. I’d say this is a step up” he laughs. “Besides babe I’ll make up for the quickie later tonight, promise.”

You look at his eyes in the mirror, they are dark with lust. “Be a good girl for daddy” he says slapping your ass again.

You chuckle leaning over the counter and sticking your ass out a bit, earning a light chuckle from Fred as he lifts your dress and quickly pulls your underwear down your thighs.

“Knew you needed this” he says because of how easily he slides into your dripping folds. He slowly pulls out, dragging himself on your walls before pushing back in. You grip the counter moaning as you look in the mirror and make eye contact with Fred as a smile crosses his face as he continues thrusting into you, setting a steady pace.

His hands tightly grip your waist, pulling you back onto him, every thrust has your ass slapping against his stomach. You know the thrill of having sex in his captain’s bathroom while his entire team is meters away means neither of you will last long.

“You gonna cum babe?”

A loud moan leaves your lips and he chuckles continuing to pound into you. You can hear the music and some of the boys laughing loudly so you aren’t too concerned about being noisy. He brings a hand off your hip and slaps your ass eliciting a yelp from you.

“You like that don’t you” he says smirking at you in the mirror, slapping your ass again, you are only able to whimper in response.

“Fuck you take my cock so well” he groans pushing you down onto the cool stone counter. Beads of sweat running down both of your foreheads, your mascara has begun to run down your cheek. Fred bucks his hips, your knuckles go white as you grip the counter tightly.

“I love how your cock feels inside me daddy. Stretching me out, making me so full” you say hearing the man behind you moan.

Your moans become louder as Fred’s hip snap, he pounds into you harder; you’re moans become deeper, more uncontrolled as your orgasm approaches. You bring a hand around to your clit and start pressing circles into your bud. You feel your walls tighten and Fred notices as he continues his pace “be a good girl” he growls “cum for daddy.”

You feel yourself spasms around him as you moan loudly, a slew of curse words leave your lips. He continues fucking you through your orgasm which after the prior events is long and drawn out. A strangled groan leaves your lips, as your vision goes blurry while you collapse onto the counter.

Finally you begin to regain yourself, Fred still rocking into you. You feel him getting sloppy, straining to keep going while your orgasm finishes. His dick swells inside of you, he finishes filling you with his warm seed.

He stills inside you for a minute catching his breath before pulling out, but he quickly replaces it with his fingers. He applies a few thrusts before removing them “couldn’t have any getting out” he shrugs as he pulls your underwear up tapping your ass. You laugh at him as he pulls his pants up.

You fix your hair and wipe away some of your smeared mascara in the mirror before turning around to face him. He kisses you briefly but passionately "I think that time we made a baby.”

You smile “you say that every time Fred, I haven’t been off birth control for that long.”

“Last time it took one night...and numerous drinks. I’d say we are well on the way to the latter” he says smugly.

“I just don’t want you to get too excited, these things typically take time. Last time, getting pregnant after one night was a fluke, and your shitty reflexes” you joke.

He kisses you lightly as he fixes his costume “I know babe” he says ignoring your comment. “And whether it takes a week, a month or a year I’m really enjoying the getting you pregnant part.”

You laugh as you open the door, Fred walks out first and you give him a light slap on the ass before lacing your hands with his as you walk down to the party. Connor, the rookie is at the island making a drink when you walk into the kitchen, he raises an eyebrow at you. Fred walks up beside him to make you both a drink “your pants are undone” he says to Fred while staring at you. Your eyes go wide as Fred checks his pants and realizes they are properly done up.

Connor starts laughing “that’s what I thought” he says walking past both of you.

Your face immediately goes red, Fred laughs as he pulls you into his chest “don’t worry babe.”

“Oh my god. Fred we have to –“ you start. You press your face in deeper, further hiding your embarrassment in his chest.

“Do nothing, we have to do nothing dear” he says kissing your head. “He won’t say anything to anyone. He will just embarrass me in the locker room from time to time, nothing I can’t handle.”

When the red from your face fades away you return to the living room with the rest of his team. But you aren’t able to look at Connor for the rest of the night. After a few more hours of drinking people begin to trickle out and Fred orders you an uber. After saying goodbye to the remaining teammates you slide into the back of the SUV, you stop in the middle seat and rest your head on Fred’s shoulder.

You don’t pay much attention to the drive until your car stops and you notice you have arrived at a hotel. Fred grabs an overnight bag you didn’t even notice he had the entire night; he opens the door holding a hand out for you.

“We booked Christie overnight. I figured we’d be more comfortable at a hotel here then with her being across the hall. I mean you’re not exactly quiet” he explains.

“Hey! I can be quiet” you exclaim.

“When? When have you ever been quiet?” Fred asks crossing his arms.

“Well…that one time…when we” you trail off for a moment, Fred grins while waiting for a response. “On the plane when I was pregnant, I was quiet then!”

“Once over two years ago” he exclaims. “In the past two and half years you have been quiet once. I don’t think we can count that, seems like an outlier.”

Your cheeks begin to go red “don’t worry, I quite enjoy all the sounds you make” he says kissing your cheek. “I can’t wait to hear them shortly” he says before pulling you into the hotel.

You enter your room, Fred sprung for a full suite. You walk in Fred drops the bag on the floor before heading to the bathroom. You hear the sound of water running as Fred comes back wrapping his arms around you. You stand there for a minute tangled in each other, enjoying the embrace before he pulls back. He slowly pulls the zipper down, his lips lightly hovering millimetres above the back of your neck. Finally the zipper reaches the bottom, Fred’s hands lightly caress your shoulder as he helps push the sleeves off your shoulder. Your costume falls to the floor, and you step out of it, taking your shoes off in the process.

You walk over to the bag and begin looking through it for a toothbrush when you feel Fred come up behind you. He pulls you up and starts kissing your neck before leading you down the hall toward the bathroom. You notice he stripped from him costume as you follow him. You take him in and stare at his muscular back and firm ass that is only being covered by his tight black boxers.

As you enter the bathroom he sees you checking him out through the mirror “see something you like" he teases. Your eyes snap up to his as he walks over to the large stand-alone tub and turns the water off. Next he makes his way over to you and unclasps your bra and removes your underwear. He quickly removes his boxers and leads you to the tub. He sits first before holding a hand out to help you climb in in front of him. You lean your head back on his shoulder as a hand rests on his thigh just above his knee.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, soaking in the warm lavender water caused from the bath bomb Fred put in earlier. Fred has his hand lightly drawing circles on your thigh as your eyes close enjoying the peace.

“This is nice. Why don’t we do this at home?” he finally asks after a couple minutes.

“Because we have a two year old" you laugh. Freddie kisses your cheek as you turn slightly toward him “also our tub isn’t big enough for both of us to relax comfortably.”

“Yeah our next place will have a much larger bathroom.”

“Next place?” you question raising an eyebrow.

“Well with another baby we will be out of bedrooms. Just thought we’d want some more bedrooms, maybe a bigger living room so we can keep an eye on the little humans as they grow up. And I assume with two of them they have twice as much stuff, so more space means more storage for all the things.”

“See you’ve given this some thought.”

“Yeah I’m always thinking about what is next for us” he says.

“Mhm, tell me more about this place you see us moving to” you say. Fred begins to lightly stroke up your arm under the water.

“Well it will be a house or at least a townhome; don’t think there is a condo that will offer the space we need. And be nice to have a yard for them to play in, maybe be big enough to get a rink in the back for them.”

You snuggle back placing your head into the crook of his neck “a yard is also good for puppies.”

“You and your puppies” he laughs.

“I never had one growing up, my parents actually going through the adoption process before they died. My grandparents didn’t want one, they were worried that I wouldn’t take care of it and they would be stuck with the responsibility. Carlee and Allie had dogs, and I was always so jealous. I wanted to get one and then Cody was allergic so I couldn’t. But I want to rescue one, so many pups that need a loving family and I want to be that family.”

He brings a hand up to your shoulders he begins lightly massaging you as you moan. “I’m going to get you a puppy, just thought it’d be easier in a few years” he says against your ear as he keeps massaging your shoulders “when the kids aren’t so young. Be easier to train a puppy when we don’t have babies.”

“Slide forward a bit babe" he says lightly and you oblige. This gives him more space and he is able to really start working on your knots. His large hands starting rubbing circles along your shoulders and neck as you moan.

“That sounds nice” you say as he continues his pace working on your knots. “And this feels really good.” Fred’s hands slide lower working on the muscles of your lower back “but I don’t want to think of life without babies. It will mean our kids have grown up and don’t need me, I want them to stay little forever.”

“Yeah but there is always something to look forward too. Next will be little kids with some of the most interesting and ridiculous questions; and we have school plays, sports teams, dance recitals and sleepovers. Every time our child grows up we lose what they were but we gain something too.”

He slows his pace before pulling you back to his chest. You turn your neck to look up into his brown eyes; he stares back at you lovingly “besides one day there will be grandbabies and the cycle starts all over.”

“You treat me so good babe" you whisper against his lips as your hands begin shifting up his thigh.

“It’s not difficult when you are incredible dear. And you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me” he says as he brings his lips to yours in a soft but passionate kiss.

“I can’t wait to have another baby with you” you whisper “maybe two more.”

“I could do two more babies” Fred says against your lips “could have ten more babies if that’s what you want.”

Your eyes go wide “I think ten might be too many” you say laughing.

“I think the contrary, never be too many with you. But you just let me know how many you want and I’ll do it. Nothing better than having babies with you.” Fred leans down and kisses you, his hand caressing your stomach, sliding up to gently pinch your nipple.

You continue kissing him before he pulls back slightly “want to go to bed?” he asks. You nod slightly as you both rise to your feet.

He wraps a white oversized towel around each of you, and you dry yourself off. You are about to tuck the towel in to itself when Fred quickly grabs yours and drops it on the floor reaching down to grab your thighs. You wrap your legs around his hard back, your hands snake into his hair as he lifts you with ease. You gently rock yourself against him, grazing his cock ever so slightly. You bring your lips to his slipping your tongue in his mouth, you feel him harden under you. He slowly kisses you walking toward the bed when he finally sits on the mattress.

His hand rests on the small of your back as he kisses you. You rock your hips on him as he falls back onto the bed, you grinding against his hard cock. You move to slide off the bed to your knees when he grabs your wrists stopping you. You look to him waiting for his reasoning “I’m trying to you pregnant babe, that won’t help.”

You huff in disapproval; he chuckles at you and shuffles up in the bed, he lies on the pillow and pulls you up. Ever since you told him you wanted another baby, he hasn’t let you give him a blowjob. You have even tried waking him up to one, thinking that he would be too overcome with pleasure to make you stop, but you were wrong. He always pushes you off saying “can’t get you pregnant by finishing in your mouth.”

You go to straddle his hips preparing to sink down, but he pulls you higher on the bed. He pulls you until you are positioned over his face.

“You’re trying to get me pregnant Frederik. This won’t help" you tease. He groans hearing you call him Frederik. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his mouth, you can feel his warm breath against your folds as his beard tickles the sides of your legs.

You shudder as he begins nipping at the inside of your thighs inching towards your core. He lightly licks up your folds, tasting your wetness before he begins sucking on your clit as a light whimper leaves your mouth “you’re so wet baby” he mumbles against you.

“You do this to me” so moan reaching forward to brace yourself on the wall with your right hand, bringing your left down to grip his hair. He uses his hands to bring you down closer to his mouth and holds you firmly there.

His tongue licks a stripe up your entrance before licking the inside. His nose brushes against your clit as he pushes his face up. His tongue starts dancing around you, switching between fast and slow, finally sliding his tongue inside your pussy, and sucking on your clit. Your grind your hips, rocking further against his mouth causing both of you to moan.

“Freddie” you moan as he continues his assault on you. He pushes his tongue in your folds, you start to squirm from the sensation as he pulls you closer to his mouth. He slips two fingers in you, further spreading you apart as his tongue slides further inside, licking up your walls.

“I’m close babe" you say as he keeps up his pace flicking your clit. You feel your walls tightening as you grip his hair even tighter tilting his head back slightly allowing him a better angle. The slight change sends you over the edge as you pulsate around his mouth. He keeps going until you finish when he loosens his grip on your hips. Your hand let’s his hair go, shocked you didn’t pull any out but you stay on top of Fred’s lips. Finally you regain yourself and slowly rise up and lie beside him as you stare at his brown eyes, his beard glistening from your juices.

“Fuck you’re unbelievable” he says. Still out of breath you can’t respond. Fred rolls over to be on top of you, he kisses you lightly on the neck, and you feel his hard member press into your stomach.

He slowly rises and lines himself up with you as he gently pushes into you. You whimper slightly, not having fully recovered from your first orgasm. Fred continues to slowly push himself into you; he bottoms out as he kisses your shoulder. He kisses your neck and collarbone, pulling out slightly before pushing back in.

After a few thrusts you lift your hips and begin rocking with him. He leans down engaging you in a passionate kiss muffling your moans. He keeps thrusting into you keeping his slow and steady pace. He reaches to grab a leg and bend it, pushing it into your stomach as he hooks his arm under it.

You bring a hand to his bicep and grip hard as you begin raking your nails down it. “I’m so close babe" you say feeling your walls tighten. You dig your nails into his back, while your hips lift off the mattress.

He ducks his head down using his tongue to flick at your nipple, occasionally taking it in his mouth and sucking on it. He moves a hand down to start touching your clit, causing you to moan louder at the sensation.

“Wait for me skat” he says continuing his pace. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, you pull his face down closer to yours. “I want to feel you cum inside me babe. Get me pregnant Frederik" you groan trying to get him over the edge. Upon hearing you say his full name his dick twitches as he fills you with his warmth. Your orgasm comes as you finish in unison.

“I love you” you say kissing him.

He slowly releases your knee and kisses you passionately before saying “I love you too. It’s crazy to think how this all happened. Were a family of three, hopefully soon to be four; and all this is because two people got drunk.”

Oliver is in the living room playing with his toys while you load the dishes in the dishwasher. “Mommy how many minutes?” Oliver calls from his toys. Before you have a chance to answer you hear his little feet running across the floor “Daddy” he squeals, you smile making your way over to him. He has been on a 5 day road trip, and they flew back this morning.

“Hey Ollie, you excited for your birthday?” he asks.

“Yay!” he screams as Fred sets him down. It is actually a couple days after his birthday but you are celebrating today as a family. “Hey babe” he says wrapping his arms around you. “I missed you” you say kissing him.

“Same dear, looks great in here” he says looking to the decorations you have set up. You scan the room and laugh at your pathetic attempt at decorating. You have a birthday banner, and some streamers but there is much more you planned on doing. “I barely decorated, it’s been a rough couple days.”

Fred looks at you before you continue “Oliver just had a rough few days, a couple temper tantrums. It was a stressful time without you.”

“Yeah I noticed you were super stressed the past week or so” he says pulling you back in as you wrap your arms around him.

On top of Oliver having his meltdowns the realtor has been contacting you constantly. You both decided you will need a larger place for your growing family, so you found a realtor to start the hunt for your perfect house.

You aren’t in a rush, and you know the perfect house will become available eventually. Your realtor however is very eager to show you every house and has sent you some e-mails and phone calls to set up some showings for when Fred is back in town.

“Chasing Oliver, talking with the realtor, getting things ready for Thanksgiving and my grandparents moved a couple days ago. It was all a lot, and on top of that I got my period which just put me in a bad mood and I didn’t really do anything for like 2 days straight except cuddle Oliver.”

“Yeah I figured that out during the 3rd facetime in 2 days where my girlfriend was a crying mess” he says laughing. “I mean the first time I thought was just because you were upset because your baby was getting older, the second I thought was weird. The third time I figured it out” he tightens his arms around you.

“Is that why you sent me 2 bouquets of flowers?” you ask looking to the roses on the island and the lilies on the coffee table.

“One just didn’t seem like enough to cheer you up” he explains kissing your temple.

“You know it’s nothing to stress about babygirl. It will happen when it happens” he lifts your head to kiss you lightly on the lips. “Babe these things can take time, remember?”

“I know” you say tucking your head in under his chin. “But this past week was more than just not being pregnant. I was just so drained, like physically. And Oliver barely napped and stayed up late all week, so I didn’t get to sleep because he wasn’t sleeping as much.”

“Still feeling tired?” he asks, you shake your head against his chest.

“Well I’m here, so if that changes and you need to lie down or anything let me know and I got him. Chances are he isn’t going to leave my side anyways” Fred says, your arms wrapped around him.

“Daddy!” Oliver comes running around the corner causing you to separate. Fred bends down and scoops him up “can we go skate?” he asks.

“Of course buddy!” he responds. Fred brought Oliver out on the ice during the practice after the Halloween party, and ever since he has been in love with skating. “You have to get changed into some warmer clothes” Fred says setting him down, Oliver immediately takes off running down the hall.

“Go get ready smuk” he says shooing you down the hall.

A little while later the three of you arrive at the Penguins practice rink. You put on your skates while Fred helps Oliver get geared up. The two of you step onto the ice as Fred helps guide Oliver. Oliver attempts to skate, but he more looks like he is running on the ice. You and Fred step back watching as he tries to skate, helping him up when he falls.

“He is so happy” Fred says about the smile that hasn’t left his face the entire time.

“Yeah he is” you respond smiling at him. “He is also pretty good, think he took some of your skill” you smile at him.

“Ollie” Fred calls out after a few more laps “want to go do cake and presents?”

“No I want to skate” he replies earning a chuckle from you both.

“What if we go home and do cake and presents. Then tomorrow you can come to practice and can skate with the boys for a little bit?” Fred asks. It’s getting later in the day and Oliver hasn’t had a nap, you know Fred is hoping he’ll fall asleep in the car otherwise it will be too late for him to nap and he will be cranky all night.

“Really daddy! I can come?” he squeals.

“As long as your mom comes so she can watch you during the drills” Fred replies.

“Please mommy, please!”

Fred smiles at you before you turn your attention back to your son “of course, there is nothing I would rather do” you say, earning a cheer from your son.

Next Chapter

[ladyideal]

Wedding Bells

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: mention of injury but fluff

Summary: requested by anon: Hello, may I request an Aragorn x female!ranger!reader fic or headcanons list? I’m not sure about how much detail you prefer but something along the lines of Aragorn realizing his love for the reader before the War of the Ring and him confessing while they’re in the Fellowship, and ultimately marrying her after the war. You’re welcome to change anything you’d like or add a bit more of a backstory. Thanks!

A/n: Ahh first lotr and it's Aragorn! This came out not bad for first request. Or normally first one always comes out a little stilted and awkward. Hope you like it, anon!

The church bells rang. 

Your arm linked through your father's, trembling slightly. Today was the day that you were going to marry your love, the new King of Gondor, Aragorn. Today was the day that you'd yearn for so long to happen. Today was the day that two became one.

"That's our signal," Your father gruffly spoke emotionally, as any father would be on the day his daughter would be wedded to another. "If only your mother was here to see you all grown up and pretty."

You blinked away tears as much as possible, doing your best to not mess up the light make up. In light of your mother's death so long ago, your father had taken down the shop he'd owned to take care of you. Everything you knew as a Ranger was from him. 

How to hunt, how to ride horses, how to fend for yourself, and ultimately how to be kind and love others. It was the way as a Ranger, he'd said, to protect Middle Earth from forces of evil. 

"I love you," You murmured, descending carefully down the stairs and towards the entrance. 

"I love you too, princess," Your father, your rock, your first love, squeezed your hand once more. Not for the first time, you wondered how you even got to this position.

Two Years Ago

If anyone asked, chasing after orcs was not a fun leisure pastime to spend your days. Chasing after orcs itself was not fun, especially when you were sporting an injury on your dominant arm. Cursing yourself for being so careless, you hunkered down under a grove of trees, and started a small fire. 

Dink!

Without thinking, you notched an arrow and aimed your bow towards the direction of the sound. 

"Show yourself!" You ordered into the silence. 

"What is a lady doing out here all alone?" A familiar voice spoke from the shadows, hands up and palms outward in surrender.

You gasped as the figure moved towards the fire light, slowly illuminating his features. With a grin, you lowered your bow. 

"I could ask the same to you," You sat back down on the uneven ground, patting the spot beside you. "Prince Aragorn."

"Am merely a Ranger, m'lady," The Ranger sat down in your offered spot, settling himself comfortably. The edges of his lips curled upwards, despite his efforts. "What brings you here, Y/N? Shouldn't you be back at Minas Tirith?"

"Orcs," You grumbled, checking on your stew you'd hastily threw together at the very last minute. "Been following them for a couple days now."

Silence.

Confused, you turned to him, only to find that his attention was drawn towards your still not dressed injury. Gently, his fingers ghosted on the bleed, and you winced. He gestured towards your arm, while breaking out his kit.

"I know what you're gonna say, Aragorn. You are careless, blah blah blah. The sword got me," You rolled your eyes. "I can stitch it up myself. Just lemme get this stew bubbling first."

"And make a mess of yourself again like last time?" He snorted, shaking his head as he worked. 

"It was just that one time!" You exclaimed, drawing a slight pout at him. "I'll be okay."

He was silent, focusing on the task in front. With your non injured arm, you fetched out two bowls and a ladle. By the time he was done, two bowls of piping hot stew sat in the center along with some leftover lembas bread. 

"Y/N," He addressed you, tightly tying the bandages together. "When I heard you were gone, I thought something had happened. I've tracked you for weeks, thinking the worst."

You handed him his helping of stew, glancing into his grey eyes. 

"And I realized that I missed having you by my side," He took your offering with a nod of thanks. "I'm coming along with you, Y/N. Lest you trip and fall on your own sword due to your clumsiness. "

"Aragorn!"

"No buts, m'lady," He started on his stew, all the while smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes at him.

He could get used to this bantering, he thought. You by his side was all he would ever need. 

You were greeted by the cheering people of Gondor, and two lines of saluting soldiers on either side. The magnificent, intricately carved, ceiling to floor doors were splayed widely. With a tentative smile, you entered the Great Hall.

Family and friends on both sides of the aisle stood up respectfully, all grins and happiness on their faces. Glancing ahead, you brightened up as Aragorn stepped out from a nearby door all dressed up.

Gone were his well known dark green cloak, and worn out leather boots. Instead, a pair of black boots, and black hose was kept. He also wore a sleeveless robe of red velvet, edged in gold. The three buttons of silver were engraved with a star. Another robe was added, black, made of leather and again edged with gold. 

It was fastened with claps made of silver. The robe held the device of Gondor, the White Tree surrounded by seven stars, detailed in silver. A finely made cloak of black was made to complete the outfit; and this was fastened to the outer robe by clasps of gold and silver. The winged silver crown sat on his curls, and his ring was proudly displayed.

He was impossibly handsome, much more than you'd ever seen.

It took your entire will and your father's steady hands that kept you sprinting towards the altar. You did your best to walk down the impossibly long aisle in the same beat as the musicians. You gave a small smile at your soon to be husband, quietly giggling at his amazed look at you.

"Absolutely not, Y/N!" Aragorn paced in front of you. "I can not allow you to join the Fellowship."

"Aragorn," You spoke, desperately keeping the annoyance out of your voice. "I can keep myself safe, thank you. I'm going with you whether you like it or not. Someone has to watch your back."

He had bickered again, but finally admitted defeat. As the Fellowship was formed and set off towards Mordor, he only wished that you would make it out safe and sound. 

It was three months in before the prince acted on his feelings. A sly smirk from the elf prince Legolas, a laughter from Gimli, and a fit of coughs from Gandalf was all it took for him to gather his wits and to speak with you.

Getting to his feet, he approached your cot.

"A word with you, Y/N?" Aragorn spoke. Looking perplexed, you took his offered hand and pulled yourself up.

"Where to?" You asked, confused. It was Legolas that had first watch tonight. Did the elf call you? Bringing you some distance away from the fire, he turned to you.

"Y/N, I-," He stopped, shaking his head. "It has occurred to me that I'm glad you came, despite putting yourself into so much danger. I realized that I need you by my side, and I just want to say that I lo-."

"I know, my love. I've known for awhile now," You interrupted the Ranger, pulling the dark green cloak off your back and placing it on your lap. "I know when you watch me behind my back, your soft lingering touches, your knowing smile that only I know of, and your everlasting need to drive me crazy. I know, Aragorn. I love you too."

"I can't deny that I know what lies ahead or how it'll end. What I can tell you is that my love for you has always been steady and true. I'm not a man who throws caution into the wind, but I'll do it if it means having you by my side till the end."

You scooched closer to him until practically your knees were touching his. He cupped your face with his hands, gazing adoringly into your eyes. 

"What do you say we take our chances together, Y/N?" He breathed, brushing your cheek with a calloused thumb. 

"I say yes," You crashed your lips onto his.

It almost felt like years before you finally met Aragorn at the front. With a sad smile, your father handed your hand into Aragorn's. He nodded once at your father before turning to you.

"Hi," You mouthed, grinning at your lover and King.

"Hello," He returned, equally grinning from one ear to another. 

The officiant started speaking, and you honestly did your best to stay attentive. Minutes in though, you shuffled your weight between your feet, eager to just be wed as husband and wife. Then be crowned queen, so you could tow Aragorn from all the pomp and flair, and return back to your room. 

In the meantime, all you could do was gaze around at the decorations fit for the royalty. Then at your family and friends. Prince Eomer was there, Prince Legolas beside him, Gimli, the hobbits, and even Gandalf sat in the second row. Honestly, you appreciated them all after so long on the road in the fight against Sauron.

"Aragorn!" You shouted from within the bottom level of Minas Tirith. "I'm coming with you!"

"Keep the women and children safe in the caves, Y/N!" Aragorn retorted. "I'll lead the men!"

You gave him a frown, but there wasn't any time to argue. Suddenly, you found him fiercely crushing your lips. You stayed like that before you were forced to break for air.

"I'll come back for you, m'lady," He growled. "And I'll marry you then and there."

"Come back to me in one piece first, Aragorn," you replied breathlessly. 

"Here," He got down onto one knee, and slid off his signature twin emerald snakes ring onto your left hand. "I swear to you, Y/N. You are my life, my soul, my sun. This is my promise to make you my wife. I will return for you, understand? Rohan will answer the call for help, and we will win once and for all."

You bit the bottom of your lip, scared and unsure. Gently, you placed one hand on the side of his face. Answering your unsaid plea, he nuzzled your palm, then turned it over to kiss your knuckles. You pulled him up again.

"Fight hard, Aragorn," You whispered. "I will wait."

This was the one time he was glad you didn't listen to his orders, and went out onto the battlefield to join the fight. At first, you'd bolster the archers along with Legolas and Gimli onto of the many castle levels. However as the orcs breached the defences, you found yourself pulling your sword out of its sheath and fighting for your life and for Middle Earth.

It was a red day, many lives were lost on both sides. You laid on the grass, surrounded by many dead Uruk-Hai, regrettably injured in so many ways. The sun was up, and the land bled red.

When the war was won, Aragorn's first thought went to you. As the women and children were allowed to leave the caves, he left them hastily when there was no sign of you.

"Any sign of a women?" He called out to the men dragging the dead to the side, and bringing in the injured.

"Why would a women be on the field?" One of his men answered him. 

He cursed as he stumbled around the field, half delirious in his quest of finding you. No, you couldn't be dead. He wouldn't allow it. 

"Sir! I've found her!" A distant voice called from a distance. 

Sprinting as fast as his legs could bring him and with dread coiling tightly in his stomach, Aragorn hoped- yearned for your safety and love. You were the only woman he loved, and will ever love. With you gone, would only destroy him. Upon reaching your broken body, he made a strangled sound and dropped to his knees.

"Y/N!" He cried, grabbing your thankfully still warm hand.

Your eyes fluttered open, and brightened up when they met his grey eyes. "Did we win?"

"We did," He nodded. "Now all you need to do is lay back and relax. The healers will have you patched up. Can you do that for me, my queen?"

"Anything for you, Aragorn."

"Will you, King Aragorn II Elessar Telcontar, take Lady Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

"I do," His voice rang clear.

"And will you Lady Y/N Y/L/N, take King Aragorn ll Elessar Telecontar, as your lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

You caught his gaze, and smiled.

"I do."

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Triwizard Champion

A/N HELLO this is a bit of a random one tbh, it’s based on HP second task of finding the one you value most, but a lil different in set up, also Sirius x reader cause lel ENJOY xx

"Four turns should do it" said a familiar deep voice. Y/N blinked herself more awake, focusing in on Dumbledore who was currently speaking.

She was standing in the Great Hall surrounded by the two other champions, Ministry officials and Dumbledore who was smiling widely. He handed out time turners to each champion, the gold necklace cold in Y/N’s hand.

"Someone of value has been taken from each of you and it is your task to go and rescue them from where-ever they may be. You will have four hours to find them and take them back here, but beware- there will be traps set up everywhere and remember, the only person who can see you in this time is your person of value"

Y/N grimaced, He couldn't have just told everyone in the castle we were doing a challenge?

"Your person could be anywhere in the castle excluding common rooms and our precious teachers’ offices. You will also be given a small clue to try and help you find them." Dumbledore gave a sweeping glance to the champions to see if they had understood. "Fantastic, now let's get started, shall we? Now if everyone would line up over here"

Dumbledore guided them over to three brightly marked spots in the ground, each the colour of the three schools.

Y/N ran her hand over the cool surface of the time turner, careful not to turn it. One of the officers handed out some white slip of paper to each contestant. Y/N opened it curiously and read the small riddle printed on it.

'In the castle where everything is hidden.

If you have to ask you will never know, if you know, you need only ask'

"There is one minute left until the cannon sounds, at that time you will turn your time turners 4 times and remember when you are done, come back here to your original spots" he smiled widely, " and Good l-"

But he was cut off by the loud 'Bang!' from the cannon. Y/N quickly turned the time turner back four times and felt the world spinning around me.

Y/N shut her eyes, feeling dizzy and only reopened them when her feet stable the cold, hard ground. Y/N stumbled backwards in surprise before composing herself.

Y/N slipped quickly through the door to the Great Hall, closing it slowly to stop it from making any noise. The corridor was pitch black and as much as Y/N loved the idea of tripping on something and dying or getting seen, Y/N cast 'Lumos'.

A soft light shone from her wand, forcing her to walk slowly, paranoid that someone was going to swing around the every corner she reached.

Y/N crept up towards her, failing miserably at concealing the sound of her footsteps hitting the cold floor. The moon was shining in lightly from the window above, creating an eerie glow on the corridor. Y/N automatically checked it for a full moon- it was only half. She paused momentarily, realising the hadn’t actually given any thought to her clue.

Where is everything hidden? Was it one of the secret passageways? But Sirius said only they knew most of them. if you know, you need only ask… only ask.

“Fuck, of course,” Y/N swore a little too loudly, sprinting down the corridor. She slid too fast around a corner, hitting her shoulder against the cold bricks but continued on, swearing internally as sharp pain shot down her arm. Finally she reached it, taking in a hurried breath before standing in front the large wall.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second before pacing up and down in front of it, thinking the same thing over and over.

'I am looking for the one I value most, I am looking for the one I value most'

There was suddenly a breaking sound coming from the wall in front of her and a door appeared, pushing through the walls barriers, twisting into a large black gated door. Y/N sighed in relief, pushing it open with some effort, struggling to close it quietly.

The moon light trickled in from the windows, lighting up portions of the room and making large ominous shadows across the rest.

Y/N moved slowly across the concrete floors. The room was covered in an array of things; forgotten toys, books, a large ornamental chandelier and even a few plants, forming a maze across the huge room. Her footsteps became louder as she moved faster, wondering how on earth she was meant to find anything in here.

"Y/N...?" Y/N heard a slightly scared and amazingly familiar voice call out, "is that you?"

Y/N’s heart sunk. She hadn’t thought it would be him. Lily maybe, or Remus, possibly James… but… fuck.

"I'm over by the stack of fairy tale books and the small tree... like... thing..."

“I’m coming!” Y/N called back, moving through the maze towards the sound of his voice.

Y/N saw the small tree and started jogging towards it, Sirius slowly coming into sight as she turned a corner.

"Well hello there" he attempted to grin but was clearly still groggy from whatever spell they had put on him. His eyes were tired, ropes tying up his hands and legs to a metal pole sticking up from the ground. Y/N reached over to his hands and untied them from the pole before crouching down and untying his ankles. He stepped forwards just before Y/N came up came tumbling down towards her, arms out too break his fall.

“Shit, sorry Y/N,” Sirius gasped, breathing out a sigh of relief when they landed with nothing sounding like a break. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how close his face was from her own, his breath sending a small shiver across her shoulders. His hands were placed either side of her head, legs were on top of her own. Y/N stared back at him, looking at how his grey eyes showed mixes of blues and greens hinted through the light.

"Um... would you mind getting up?" Y/N said pointedly, clearing her throat as he rolled off. 

He stuttered an apology before helping Y/N up.

"So, I was your person of value, huh?" He raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk curling on his lip.

"We-" Y/N started but cut herself off, staring suddenly past Sirius and at their surroundings. Sirius noticed her looking and he turned, only to jump back slightly and gasp.

In the time that it took for them to get off each other, the entire room had grown, literally. From the books to the plants and toys, everything loomed above us, blocking all the exits to the maze.

"Well, shit" Y/N muttered.

Y/N stood silently, eyes wide at the unfortunate scene in front of her.

“Let’s destroy the Room of Requirement shall we?” Sirius turned to Y/N and grinned.

“Sounds good.” Y/N pulled out her wand, holding it out and nodding for Sirius to follow behind her, ignoring his slight giggle.

The moon was blocked from the items surrounding them, and even the small burst of light from Y/N’s wand was merely creating more ominous shadows that seemed to almost dance around them.

There was a small path between the lost things, but Y/N could already see the end of it being blocked by a giant wooden box. It was a dark mahogany and seemingly somewhat chewed apart by something.

Y/N stopped suddenly, making Sirius crash into her back.

"What th-" but she glared and shushed Sirius quickly.

"I swear on merlin's grave that the box just moved," Y/N said cautiously, her voice wavering slightly.

"So... what do you think is in there?"

"I have no idea," Sirius replied. The box gave a definite jolt and both Y/N and Sirius jumped back in surprise.

"Something big," Sirius said on second thought, looking for a way around it. Y/N, however, stepped forward, wand out and smoothly unlocked the box.

The door creaked open very slowly. There was a whirl of wind in front of them and Y/N heard Sirius gasp as they both realised what was inside.

Sirius, being the heroic idiot, jumped in front of Y/N, swinging his arms in front of her like a barricade. The woman suddenly became that whirlwind once more, reshaping and becoming closer to the floor as it did so.

Sirius audibly gulped when it changed. A duplicate Y/N had appeared covered in scars and wounds, distorting her, making it almost impossible to recognise. Her clothes were stained in blood and both arms pushed awkwardly up and above her head.

Y/N felt her breathing hitch when she saw what it was. Sirius had frozen, and Y/N was sure she could hear his heart beat clanging from his back.

“Ridiculous!” Sirius yelled suddenly, grabbing Y/N’s wand from her hand and pointing it aggressively at the boggart.

There was another whirlwind and without giving it a second thought Sirius whipped Y/N’s wand again, this time yelling Bombarda.

The box exploded, the boggart getting sucked into the explosion along with it, though Y/N was very unsure if that was exactly the best way to get rid of a boggart. Or, if it was still there.

“Shit,” Sirius swore. The objects around the room had begun to grow larger, closing in around them. Obviously exploding their way out wasn’t the answer. A large set of books landed on the back Y/N’s leg, a cry coming out from her as she fell forwards, landing hard on her foot.

Sirius pulled her up and was about to ask if she was ok but she grabbed his hand and pulled him down the pathway.

"Let’s go!” Y/N yelled, desperate to make distance between them and whatever remnants of the boggart they’d left. a little.

Y/N suddenly stopped, Sirius slamming into her back. She rolled her eyes at his frustrated expression.

"Don't you ever pay attention to your surroundings?" She pointed sideways towards a giant cabinet. Leaning against it were 4 broomsticks.

Y/N kicked off the floor, narrowly avoiding a large double bed crashing into them, the edge scraping into Y/N’s face. It was almost as much of a maze in the air as it was on the floor. They seemed to be dodging objects every second, Y/N could see blood dripping from multiple points of Sirius’ body and was sure there was the same on her.

Y/N swerved past a tennis racket that had just been flung at her face as Sirius nearly did a 360 on his broom to avoid a small bedside table trying to tousle his hair.

Sirius jerked upwards suddenly as two pillows came crashing towards either side of him, causing them to crash into each other and Y/N to swerve sideways dangerously.

Suddenly, Y/N spotted the grey, spiralling concrete double doors that would lead them back into the castle and away from this mess.

"Sirius!" She shouted over to him, his expression more focused than she’d ever seen it. "This way!"

He followed her gaze and nodded. They sped off towards the door, speeding up as fast as the brooms could take them.

'Alohomora!' Y/N pointed her wand at the door, sighing in relief as the doors swung open and the two of them fell through them, pushing the doors shut as quick as they possibly could.

We sat there for a few minutes just breathing heavily. Y/N clothes were torn, her heart pounding into her throat.

"So... Do you have a place to be or something?" Sirius wondered out loud, turning towards Y/N, also panting heavily.

"Shit,” Y/N gasped out a breath, checking her watch and swearing loudly, the sound echoing across the corridor. She was ten minutes late.

"We may need to hurry," Y/N groaned, picking herself up and grabbing the broomstick and pulling her leg over it once more. “Ready to dive?”

Sirius nodded, his lip curling into a mischievous smile. At least the one thing Y/N could count on was Sirius’ always being willing to do the stupidest of ideas. They pushed off the ground, Y/N’s foot giving a very uncomfortable twinge as she put her weight on it, and began zooming down the corridor and towards the staircase.

“Here we go!” Sirius called out as they saw the dive. Y/N steeled herself, taking in a deep breath and dipping her broom. The staircases were moving constantly, Y/N moving her broom alongside them, dodging the bannisters as they moved close and closer to the ground floor. Sirius flicked his wand and the front doors to the castle boomed open with enough room for them to slip through and zoom into the grounds.

There was a large tent standing in the middle of the grounds, large groups of people cheering loudly in a set of stands beside it. They flew towards the tent, braking suddenly as they reached it, wanting to avoid potentially injuring anyone. Y/N saw the circle she started in and moved over towards it, placing a hand in it. It shone brightly as she put it there and she heaved a sigh of relief.

Only Simon, from Beauxbatons was there already, sitting on his bed and chatting intensely to his headmistress. Y/N realised she had gripped a tight hand around Sirius’ and quickly let go, her cheeks blushing furiously.

Thankfully Dumbledore arrived seconds after, clasping his hands together when he saw them.

"Well, well! Our second champion has arrived!" He smiled broadly at me, his bright blue eyes twinkling. "Firstly, you need to get checked out by the nurse- yes you too Mr Black- and then come back here before we announce the scores to the rest of the school."

Sirius and Y/N nodded once before retreating back to where they came from and heading over to Madame Pomfrey’s tent about fifty metres away.

Y/N smiled when she walked in and Pomfrey gave a tight smile in return before giving her a once over and tutting softly. She then turned to Sirius and did the same thing.

"Ah Miss, I know I look perfect" he smirked, his dirty face saying otherwise.

"Mr Black, I would appreciate it if you let me do my job as I will not hesitate to take away one of your arms. And Y/N, come over here, you've just got a few cuts and bruises, your ankle looks a little swollen..."

Y/N let Madame Pomfrey lead her over to a bed and began to feel the adrenaline that was coursing through her began to fade and the aches across her body began to pound. Madame Pomfrey dabbed at her face and bandage legs as Y/N counted the number of bars across the ceiling.

"Y/N, we can go," Y/N jolted up suddenly and Sirius chuckled at her shocked expression. She swung her legs over the bed to stand up.

"Holy mother of Me-" Y/N started, grasping onto the edge of the bed as sharp pain shot up the side of her right leg. Y/N took a deep breath and took all of her weight off it, feeling like she was about to hop.

"Yeah, Madame Pomfrey mentioned something about your ankle... I think the tendon has torn she put some cream on it so it isn't swollen but she said something about one of the champions having a gash in the side of their stomach..." he trailed off, smiling sheepishly at Y/N’s glare.

"And you couldn't have told me that about a second before I got up!?" Y/N hissed at him, causing the few people that were in the tent look over at them curiously.

“I was about too but you were too fast... look just use these, we have to get back to the champions tent." He handed Y/N a pair of crutches and she silently cursed Madame Pomfrey for not just healing the damn thing as she leaned over them and felt her back hunch uncomfortably.

Y/N followed Sirius out of the medical tent and into the champions. There was now a small crowd, including the four other champions and hostages, the judges and teachers from the different schools. Dumbledore greeted them when they returned.

"Good to see our Hogwarts champion in good form. We are just about to announce results!" Dumbledore smiled at her, clapping her on the back a little hard.

"Yeah, ok," Y/N replied half-heartedly, her heart starting to race again. Y/N wasn't sure if she really wanted to hear the results.

"You'll do fine" Sirius whispered to her, following behind as they started the short trek up to the castle. Y/N gave him a small smile.

"Hey Sirius, a question?"

"Anything,” He kept his eyes forward, walking slowly alongside her awkward crutching.

"What are you most scared of?" Y/N questioned him. He looked at her with an odd expression, his deep grey eyes staring into hers.

"The ones I love dying," he replied, suddenly looking down. Her heart skipped a beat.

Y/N’s brain flashed back to the fresh memory of Sirius tensing at the sight of what the boggart had taken form.

Y/N’s blood-soaked body.

Without giving it another thought, Y/N grabbed Sirius’ wrist and spun him towards her, kissing him square on the mouth, her crutches falling to the side and making her lift her leg awkwardly. He seemed to freeze momentarily before kissing her back, pulling her in towards him with such fervour Y/N forgot she was standing in front of many teachers.

They pulled apart, breathless and grinning at each other, Y/N leaning on his side. He sniggered as she jumped sideways, but picked up her crutches for her, slipping them under her arms softly. He stayed close to Y/N momentarily, watching her.

“Glad to know it’s not just my boggart.” He said finally, standing upright.

“Oh, mine is actually a giant snake.” Y/N teased, grinning at him as the call for the results came through the speakers surrounding them.

“Shut up, Y/L/N.” Sirius rolled his eyes but went back to her side, helping her up to the judges. He slipped a hand along Y/N’s waist and held it against the small in her back.

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𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 | 𝐦𝐲𝐠

☼ summary: min yoongi may seem a little scary, but it’s nothing that a forbidden trip to the lake and some hufflepuff cheer can’t fix.

☼ pairing: slytherin!min yoongi x hufflepuff!reader (ft. ravenclaw!jungkook)

☼ word count: 2.6k

☼ warnings: none

☼ genre: tureens of fluff and a hint of crack

☼ gender neutral + racially inclusive reader

☼ hogwarts!au

☼ a/n: this was a lot of fun to write! please leave some feedback or drop a like if you enjoyed because more fics will gladly be written with your appreciation!

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Hufflepuffs don’t do this.

Hufflepuffs don’t sneak through secret corridors, hiding behind walls when the teachers go looking around. Hufflepuffs don’t lie when they get asked a question, wiping their sweaty palms on the backs of their sweaters. Hufflepuffs don’t break the rules.

Hufflepuffs don’t act like Y/N.

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Heeled boots clicked against the cold tile of the castle floor.

One. 

Two.

Three.

From behind the wall, you turned around to look at Yoongi, holding one finger in front of your lips. He nodded and slowly extended his knees to look over the ledge.

“She’s leaving,” He mouthed to you with a smile.

You could hear the footsteps fading away and as soon as they became fully nonexistent, you let out a long-held breath. You couldn’t savor the moment for too long as Yoongi’s hand was soon wrapped around yours—an inconsiderate move of his, it always made your heart beat a little too fast for your liking. You felt your face heat up but chose to ignore it as Yoongi pulled you through a secret passage lit only by eerie orange lamps. Halfway through the tunnel he let go of your hand, the lack of warmth disorienting enough to make you bump into one, narrowly avoiding setting your shoulder on fire.

“We’re almost there,” Yoongi stated quietly, you following close behind. After a few steps, the route you were taking started to look familiar…

“You’re taking me to that little nook!” You whispered-yelled. “When did you find it?”

“Yesterday. I was trying to avoid a Greengrass. Unbelievably irritating, that one. Always trying to copy my homework. What about you?” Yoongi looked over at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You always noticed the little things like that.

“Two weeks ago. I got bored of my Potions essay and went exploring.” Yoongi nodded, his gaze pointed towards the floor. Soon enough, you two made it to the end of the path.

“Wow,” you exclaimed quietly, taking a seat on the little bench. “It’s beautiful.”

The dusty window of the secluded nook showcased the most magical view of the Great Lake; the shining sun gleaming on its rippling blue surface, the tall trees scattered across the lively green lawn and tiny purple flowers that sprinkled almost every inch of the ground at this time of the year.

“I wish we could go outside,” Yoongi huffed, taking a seat next to you. A thought crossed your mind at his disappointed pout.

“Who says we can’t?” You smirked.

You firmly placed your knees on the faded red cushions and swiped away the stray cobwebs decorating the glass (before wiping them on Yoongi’s sweater, much to his dismay). There was a rusty black latch in the center of the window, but it looked older than dirt and insanely complicated. The situation seemed only winnable with the presence of brute force, something you, a geeky book lover and Yoongi, a skinny vampire-like intellectual, did not possess. After tugging on it a few times, you sighed and sat back down.

“I tried, sorry,” you mumbled.

In the distance, someone was talking loudly, most likely at the end of the corridor. You and Yoongi huddled closer together and looked worriedly at each other. Getting caught would be out of the ordinary for both of you.

The voice got both closer and louder, and by that time you assumed it was a boy from one of the younger years. His words suddenly became much clearer and you felt Yoongi relax beside you, his head dropping into his hands.

You leaned toward him, your voice a whisper. “Do you know who-”

“If it isn’t the man of the hour, Min Yoongi! With who, though? Only the best Hufflepuff has to offer, Y/N Y/L/N, of course- wait, Hufflepuff?”

Yoongi groaned and peeked at the brown-haired Ravenclaw through a gap between his fingers.

“I swear to Merlin, could you be any louder, Jungkook?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve met Jungkook before?” 

With that, the boy held out his hand to you.“Jeon Jungkook at your service! I know everything about everyone who roams these very halls. From the tiniest first year to the groundskeeper, I’ve shaken everyone’s hand and am willing to give up information in exchange for payment-”

“Oh, you forgot your personality traits! I have a few for you—morbidly annoying, a literal shadow to anyone you deem interesting enough-” Yoongi started before Jungkook stole the spotlight back.

“Ignore him. As I was saying, I’m happy to share information but my current fascination is held by the Slytherin prince himself, Mr. Min over here. I’ve been tracking him for weeks.” 

You nodded, taken aback by the third year’s overwhelming enthusiasm.

“Well, we have no idea how to get this window open so maybe you could give it a try?” You offered.

“Wow, the Slytherin prince and his new romantic partner are rule-breakers! Not the type of behavior I would have expected of Y/N Y/L/N, but nonetheless, I will assist you both with mangling a latched window. Good thing I always carry my lucky rock!” Jungkook produced a large grey stone from inside the folds of his robes and held it up in front of your face.

“Where did you find this kid?” You mouthed to Yoongi. He shrugged and shook his head.

“Stand back, sweetheart,” Jungkook added with a wink in your direction before swinging his arm above his head and bringing it down forcefully on the latch, sending the rusty pieces crashing to the ground. Calmly, he tucked the rock back inside his pocket and patted it affectionately.

“Thank you.” You nodded politely at Jungkook.

“After you,” Jungkook replied, motioning towards the now open window, its two glass sides swinging back and forth on their rusty hinges. You quickly climbed out and jumped onto the green grass below. After a few seconds of quiet bickering between the boys that you could barely hear, Yoongi jumped out of the window, Jungkook joining you two shortly after.

“Why are you still here?” Yoongi threw his hands up in defeat at the sight of Jungkook’s triumphant smile.

“I assisted you and Y/N Y/L/N in your rebellious schemes; I think it’s only fair that I get to spend some time here as well,” Jungkook told Yoongi with a youthful smirk on his face. The Slytherin sighed.

“Well, we just went through all that trouble for this, so why don’t we make the most of it?” You offered, shrugging. Jungkook nodded eagerly.

“I really want to check out the lake—I overheard some fourth year Gryffindors talking about Giant Squid sightings.” He happily ran over to the water, leaving you and Yoongi alone.

“If I’m gonna be so rebellious I might as well go all the way,” you mumbled, pulling your thick sweater over your head and tying it around your waist. You unbuttoned your crisp white sleeves and rolled them up before loosening your yellow and black striped tie, briefly lifting your gaze to meet Yoongi’s. He blushed, but looked down at his shoes and then at the Ravenclaw that stood by the lake.

“He seems like a pain, but he’s growing on me,” Yoongi admitted, walking closer to you.

“Oh, really?” You teased, bumping Yoongi’s shoulder. Noticing a quaint little tree that provided an ideal amount of shade, you grabbed his arm and ran over. You were seconds away when you tripped over a tree root and tumbled down, Yoongi beside you.

“Dammit.” You groaned, propping your torso up on your elbows. Taking a nervous glance at Yoongi, your eyes bugged.

His sweater was covered in dirt marks and grass stains.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry. I-I’ll buy you a new one. I understand if you’re mad-”

“Merlin, Y/N calm down; I’m not mad,” Yoongi, calmly replied. You stared at him, speechless.

For years, you felt embarrassingly threatened by Min “Slytherin Prince” Yoongi and his fancy watches, neatly styled hair and the aura of wealth that he emitted. You were careful not to cross him, for fear that his unbelievably rich parents would obliterate you and get away with it (and Yoongi’s cold demeanor did little to disprove this).

It was always eye-opening to see him so casual. You two had become friends at the start of the year when you went to the owlery to retrieve a letter from your friend’s great grey and ran into Yoongi—literally. Owls were quite unsettling to you and in your haste to get out of there as quickly as possible, you ran straight into him and hurt your head. You two made polite conversation in the following minutes and went your separate ways. It truly shocked you when you snuck out to the kitchens that night for a snack and found Yoongi outside the Hufflepuff common room, drenched in vinegar. You later learned that he was trying to make sure you were feeling better.

“You’re not? But I’m sure that was super expensive or whatever and now it’s ruined,” You looked down, running your fingers through the grass below you. Yoongi sat up and tugged off his sweater, folding it and laying it down on the lawn. 

You two sat in awkward silence under the tree, staring out at the lake for what felt like so long, you were scared that Jungkook would come running back with a groundbreaking magical discovery and seven new toad friends. It was getting a little too quiet for your liking.

“I don’t usually do things like this,” you blurted out, breaking the silence.

“Neither do I.” Yoongi scooted over next to you, rolling up his sleeves. He was so close that you could feel his body heat and it was making you freak out internally.

“Is that persona you have in the hallways—rich boy, nice clothes, top of the class—is that really who you are?” You realized too late that asking that was definitely intrusive.

“Not really, no.” Yoongi looked up from his lap and into your eyes; you were sweating profusely.

“I love music,” he sighed out, “but my parents would never let me pursue it.” You could hear the pain in his voice.

“That must suck.” You nodded awkwardly, not sure of what to say. “Forget them, if you really want to make music, I’ll suport you.” 

Yoongi’s eyes lit up. “Thanks.” 

You smiled, playing with the blades of grass underneath you.

The two of you stayed liked that for a bit, breathing calmly, gazing into each other’s eyes. It was scary how much you two liked each other, and even scarier that neither of you could see that.

“You know, I’ve been quite the rebel this year. My parents wouldn’t be too thrilled.” Yoongi chuckled—it was a beautiful sound. You bit your lip as you watched him look out to the lake, giving you the chance to admire his side profile.

“But I thought being ‘bad’ was on the Slytherin agenda,” you joked. Yoongi chuckled.

“Let’s just say, I’m not like most Slytherins.”

You almost choked from laughing.

“You’re pulling the ‘not like other girls’ card on me right now! Come on,” you said with a grin.

“Well, most Slytherins don’t run around with cute little Hufflepuffs like you.” Yoongi smirked before his eyes grew wide. “Did I really just say that?”

“Yup. Thank you, by the way. You’re cute too.” This time you were smirking.

The most adorable blush coated Yoongi’s squishable cheeks, making you melt a little inside. Everything about him seemed so perfect—his soft black hair, the shy smile on his pink lips, his warm brown eyes—you could’ve sworn he was an angel. It was crazy to you that just last year you were scared of the precious cutie in front of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts and quickly looked into your lap.

“I-I like you Yoongi, like, a lot more than I thought I would.”

You didn’t look up but could feel him staring at you.

“I always thought you were so cold and honestly, scary, but now that I know you, I know that you’re not like that at all. You’re funny and nice and from the way you and Jungkook talk to each other, it’s obvious that you bottle up your feelings and stuff, but I’m totally cool with you not liking me if that’s how it is and well… yeah.”

You looked up at the black haired boy beside you, the expression behind his eyes unreadable. You were sweating (somehow even more than you already had been), awaiting his response when he finally parted his lips.

“I like you too, Y/N.”

You lifted your head once more and even though you couldn’t see yourself, you were sure your entire face had just lit up.

“This is so damn cheesy, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. The only two people I feel like I can be myself around are Jungkook and you. Mostly you, but anyways, I-I like you a lot more than you probably know, well, I’ve liked you for a while but that’s not important and-” You silenced him by bringing a finger up to his lips.

Now was the moment. You could feel it. Your heart was beating like a stampede as you now held one of Yoongi’s hands in yours. He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your face. He smelled of something sweet and fresh; like clean laundry or crisp autumn apples. The black hair that you were so obsessed with was softly swaying in the afternoon breeze that lightly chilled your now sweater-less form and turned your cheeks cold. Your gaze moved down to his lips, but quickly shot back up due to your nervousness. Yoongi was watching you just as intently, wondering if you were going to go for it.

From the scared look in your eyes, it became clear that you weren’t.

With a small smile on his lips, Yoongi reached out, his fingers guiding your chin back in his direction.

“May I kiss you, Y/N Y/L/N?”

Shyly, you nodded.

With Yoongi’s hand holding the side of your face, your lips were soon captured by his. Caught off guard, but expecting it, you easily melted into the kiss, pressing yourself against him. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like ages, thinking about each little detail and to have it finally happen was overwhelming. You were relishing in the warm and inviting taste of his lips and the feather-light touches that he traced up and down your arm. To be honest, you didn’t want it to end.

Much to your dismay, Yoongi broke the kiss suddenly, staring into your eyes briefly before pressing his lips to yours again. You could feel him smile against your lips and you found yourself beaming too before reaching up and placing your hand over the one that rested against your cheek. You felt so free and so young, wrapped up in Yoongi’s embrace—it was liberating to finally be one of those love-struck teenagers that you used to despise so much before you realized it was all just jealousy.

This time you pulled away, burying your head in the crook of Yoongi’s neck, a shy yet enormous grin stretching across your face. You two didn’t have to say a single word; you both knew how the other felt. Yoongi’s right hand rested on the top of your head, the other softly stroking your arm. When you finally lifted your head, Jungkook was sitting on the grass about ten feet away. He held his face between his two hands, pouting at the both of you.

“That. Was. Adorable!”

You chuckled, your face heating up. Yoongi was unamused, but his displeasure soon became joy as he laughed along with you two, an arm still wrapped tightly around your waist.

[kenmab]

in which shizuka meets a friend

Jounouchi was starting to wonder if there was a sign on his forehead that beckoned anyone and everyone to pick a fight with him. While he would normally find himself fuming over the fact that he got into an altercation over being shoved into the guy after getting off the subway, he was more concerned with the idea of getting to the hospital late....again. Shizuka had fallen ill again, but even though the doctors couldn’t pinpoint what the cause of it was, she seemed to be recovering quickly from it. Regardless, Jounouchi had promised his sister that he would be there to see her at noon and he was just only arriving in the right town at 11:58.

Kabia took his time walking down the hallway in the general hospital. His little brother has just gotten his x-rays, if he moved too quickly he’d have to sit alone in the room and wait for them to wheel him in. Kaiba couldn’t believe how easily he’d let himself forget just how much disdain he held for hospitals, everything was too white and too bright. They give off an air of purity to hide the fact that they profit off of those more vulnerable than them, he always thought. But the only thing he could do about it was stroll down the long hallway with his arms folded. And perhaps consider extending his corporation into the medical field as well. His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar face, staring at his own reflection in the picture frame beside a patient door. Kabia sneered to himself, that blonde headed idiot really got a beating, he thought. Good maybe he’ll learn a thing or two about knowing where his place is. He considered saying something to him, mocking him for getting admitted to the hospital for a few punches but then noticed the bouquet of pastel colored flowers in his idle hand, while the other poked at the bruises forming on his face. Kaiba frowned. He’s a bigger idiot than Kaiba first thought, he showed up to see a girl looking like a delinquent. Kaiba then watched the other boy open folded sheet of paper up and scowl at it, before hastily cramming it back into his pocket. The boy then sighed at his reflection, turned, and opened the patient room door. 

“Onii-chan!” 

“Oy, Shizuka! Sorry I’m late, I just wanted to stop and get something colorful for your room,” the blonde headed kid said and slid the door shut behind him.

Shock wasn’t the right word, but Kaiba felt a sort of surprise. For a moment, the other boy had caught him off guard. He glowered and bit the inside of his cheeks. You idiot, if you show up to your younger sibling’s side looking like that all you’ll do is make them worry. Kaiba then decided it wasn’t in his best interest to worry about the affairs of others, he was only in this cursed place to visit his own younger loved one. Mokuba might have made it to his own room by now, waiting on his older brother. Yugi’s friend served well as a time killer, but Kaiba had real business to take care of and didn’t want anything to get in the way of that. Despite telling himself those things, his curiosity had enough control over him to notice and grab the paper lying on the floor outside of the door the blonde boy had entered. 

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Jounouchi placed the hydrangeas in the vase on the nightstand and gave his little sister a goofy grin. Shizuka had a habit of getting sick, while also having a miraculous power of recovering quickly, though her mother always admitted her just in case. Jounouchi never minded, he just liked to spend time with his sister whenever he could. Though she pursed her lips at him. 

“Shizuka, you won’t believe the kinda trouble Honda got into last week,” Jounouchi said with a chuckle. Shizuka’s face remained unchanged. “...okay I know I said I’d be here half an hour ago but--”

“You got into another fight, didn’t you?” Shizuka didn’t even pretend to hide the disappointment in her voice. “You promised you’d stop getting into fights!”

Jounouchi blinked, put his hand behind his head, and chuckled again. “It wasn’t a fight! Someone shoved me because I bumped into him--”

“And it turned into a fight,” Shizuka sighed. Her brother was always such a warrior, but she always wished that someone would protect him for once. 

“Sure,” Jounouchi said curtly, he did not want to have this conversation. Instead he said, “the good news is that you get discharged tomorrow! Is mom getting you or can I come and pick you up? I was thinking it’d be nice if you and me and could go and get lunch somewhere before you go home again.”

At the thought of having lunch with her brother who she hadn’t seen in such a long time, Shizuka didn’t have time to feel worried. Jounouchi on the other hand, had something else to consider: how the hell was he going to pay her bill? It had always been that way, Shizuka’s hospital stays always consisted of mysterious fevers and numerous inconclusive tests that ultimately led to her healing on her own accord and getting discharged a week or so later. Every unnecessary test had a price tag that would eventually cost a fortune. He himself didn’t exactly need to pay the bill, but Shizuka’s mom always was tying a knot on one bill while being handed a different one. As Shizuka’s one and only brother, he wanted to do anything he could to put a stake in the cycle, then maybe Shizuka could afford something she wanted. He felt like maybe an angel had handed him the bill instead of Shizuka’s mother, but now he held a secret weight. While thinking of the bill he crammed in his back pocket before he entered the room, he reached to pat it, just to find it wasn’t there anymore. At this point, all Jounouchi could do is hope that Shizuka couldn’t sense the weariness in his smile.

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“What?”

“It says here, Mr. Jounouchi, every test for Kawai Shizuka has already been paid for,” the nurse at the help desk turned the monitor to face Jounouchi, whose mouth was agape. 

“What the..” 

“There’s a note here asking the man responsible to remain anonymous, I’m afraid,” the woman continued, “but everything here is legal. The transaction is legitimate. Is there an issue with that, Mr. Jounouchi?”

Jounouchi blinked. Then blinked again. He had just approached the desk to ask for another copy of the bill so when he made it home he could plan his work schedule around school. Had someone found the bill on the ground in the hospital and paid for everything? Would someone do that out of the goodness of their heart? Was there someone waiting in the shadows to want something in exchange for the clearance? 

“You really can’t tell me the name of the man who paid the bill?” was all Jounouchi could manage to say. The nurse shook her head and turned the computer monitor back to face her. 

“Though I do believe that he was here to visit a patient. Maybe he’ll be back here again too, and you can greet and thank him face to face.”

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“I’m requesting for you to get discharged tomorrow, Mokuba, I hate seeing you in a place like this,” Kaiba had his laptop out but his attention was on his little brother’s arm hidden beneath a thick cast. Broken, the doctor’s told him. Kaiba forced himself to believe that Mokuba tripped going down the stairs at school, he couldn’t control himself if he started to entertain any other thoughts on the matter. Mokuba just grinned and categorized his duel monster cards. 

“That’s fine with me! My friend is getting discharged today anyway, so it’d get boring really fast if I had to stay any longer,” Mokuba placed another monster card into the corresponding pile. Kaiba cocked his head slightly and furrowed his brows. Of course his little brother made a friend, he had that kind of power while his older brother had lived his whole life without it. Kaiba turned back to his laptop.

“Then it’s settled. You should be able to leave around 11 am, so try not to sleep in again like you did today,” Kaiba clicked away at business notes upon business notes, but he always had time for his little brother. Mokuba continued sorting his deck. There was a knock on the door. 

“Come in,” Mokuba said without looking up from his cards.

“Um, Mokuba-kun?” it was his friend from down the hall. “My brother’s just come to sign me out! I thought I’d come and say goodbye for now.” 

Mokuba turned to see Shizuka, who he’d run into in the hallway yesterday afternoon and spent the rest of the day talking to. They didn’t have much in common except the mutual need for someone’s company, so they couldn’t help but be kind to each other. From behind her, the boys inside the room could hear someone else’s voice.

“You didn’t tell me your friend was Kaiba’s little brother! I know Mokuba too!” Jounouchi entered the patient room. “Sorry for the intrusion!” He eyed Mokuba’s cast ridden arm and cocked his head.  

“Yo Mokuba, what happened to your arm?”

Mokuba cradled his arm and smiled sadly. “ I tripped on my shoelaces going down the stairs at school. I’m starting to think I inherited some unlucky genes.”

“It’s okay if you’re unlucky! Something good can come from it,” Shizuka said kindly. “My brother lost my hospital bill, but then someone else paid it for us! I heard him on the phone with Mom earlier.”

“Ah, Shizuka..” Jounouchi felt his face turn warm, she could just say something so embarrassing like it didn’t matter. And in front of a Kaiba of all people. There was a chuckle from the other side of the room. 

“I’m not sure if I would call that luck, good or bad. I’d call it carelessness,” Kaiba said, his laptop was open but he was facing Jounouchi. Jounouchi’s face went from feeling warm to a full embarrassed blush. 

“Well it doesn’t matter what it was! I’m gonna find the guy that paid it off and pay him back!” Jounouchi instinctively raised his voice around Kaiba Seto. Kabia smirked and raised an eyebrow in return. 

“You don’t say? And how do you expect to do that? By the looks of it, you don’t know who he is,” he said cooly, keeping his arms and legs crossed. Kaiba’s calm demeanor annoyed Jounouchi, and he knew that well.

“I--well...I’ll figure it out. Somehow..” Jounouchi hated it when Kaiba backed him into a corner for flawed logic. He hated even more not having the right words to say in front of him. “I have to pay him back! Unlike you, people put their hearts into every dollar they earn, and that man probably doesn’t have the time to just throw his money away on strangers! I’m going to find him and pay him back, it’s the most honorable thing I can do!” Jounouchi knew he was speaking too loud. Kaiba raised his eyebrows, but kept that smirk plastered on his face. You’re just lucky Shizuka’s in the room, Jounouchi thought to himself.

“Ah we should get going! If Mom’s expecting me home at 4…” Shizuka giggled. She thought her brother was strange to like to compete with his friends. “Mokuba-kun, get better soon, okay?”

“I will!” Mokuba smiled at everyone. His room felt even warmer than it did before.

Jounouchi gave Mokuba a goodbye and shuffled out of the room, remembering he’d promised to take his younger sister to lunch. 

“Nii-sama,” Mokuba started. His brother quietly typed away on his laptop. “Are you not going to tell him who paid the bill?” 

His brother stayed quiet.

“Mokuba, I’m working right now,” Kaiba answered. 

Mokuba sighed with a smile. Just how much longer would his brother pretend not to have respect for Jounouchi Katsuya who, for just a below average guy, continuously surprised him.

[elizabethemerald]

The Hand of the Eldritch Queen

This is based on my very loose understanding of Arthurian Lore and my own headcanons for how magic works. Full warning losing your hand is not a kind of even and the fic reflects this. 

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Morgan Le Fay danced alone in the woods. Golden glyphs appeared in the air around her as she effortlessly wove her magic into her surroundings. Faye Magic sang in her veins with every beat of her heart. The answering song of magic trilled through the grove. 

Magic was an innate part of her, as natural as breathing, from her Faye heritage. However even among those with Faye blood she was powerful. She flexed her hands, allowing her golden armored fingers to clack lightly together. Even more magic flowed into the spell she was weaving. 

She paused in her dance, closing examining the glyphs and runes that hovered there. The spell still wasn’t quite right. Her left hand danced almost with a life of its own while she carved more symbols into the air. Magic always came easier through her left hand then through the right. The golden sigil began to spin on its own as she finished inscribing and floated away from her to join the rest. 

Morgan breathed in deeply, feeling the strain of the magic she was controlling. No one else alive could even attempt a spell like she was working on, but it was still draining her reserves. She let out the breath with a sigh and extended her awareness. 

She could feel every tree in the grove. Every ant among the grass. Every beast and plant hidden among the wood. And she could sense every shiver and quiver of magic. Most importantly she could not sense her master. The only magic around was her own. 

Another deep breath in and she began to pull on another source of magic. One that was deeper...darker. The Faye magic that was her life blood could only drive this spell so far and she needed more power. 

She focused on her anger, on her fear, on her disgust, on her grief and poured that into her spell. The shadows around her longer and darker. She grimaced as the dark magic began to bite at her, pain eating at her insides. Her master would surely kill her if he saw her using these dark magics, but what did Merlin know?

If she could perfect this spell then her changelings could end all the senseless blood shed between human and troll kind. They could act as emissaries between the two species, walk in daylight like humans did and feel the warmth of the heartstone like the trolls did. Was peace not worth utilizing some magics that could harm and poison the user? Morgan considered the pain she put her body through to be a cost well worth the potential of seeing them all come together. 

Morgan drew on more and more of hurt and all of the feelings Merlin considered beneath him. Slowly she was lifted off the ground as the tides of magic flowed through her into the glyphs and sigils. She was careful not to draw too much of this dark power. She couldn’t let it poison and take over her mind. 

Finally with one last wave of power she settled back onto the grass. She looked around in satisfaction at the spell her dance had created. It was almost completed. Soon she would be able to bond a troll welp to a human infant to form a creature more powerful than either. 

With a soft smile of satisfaction she cut the flow of magic, tying off the spell. The sigils flared brightly for a moment longer then faded to nothing. Soon there was no trace of the magic she had melded into this space. 

Her smile faded into a grimace as a wave of pain slowly brought her to her knees. She curled up gently, holding her arms tight to her stomach. There was a bone deep ache that spread from her hands and shoulders. Her legs felt like they were filled with pins and needles and her insides burned like she had swallowed coals. Tears fell from her eyes as she leaned to the side and retched, her stomach heaving up nothing but bile and blood. 

As she cried softly from the pain that wracked her body, she couldn’t help a feeling of happiness. Any sacrifice she made to her body would be well worth peace. She could live with the pain and damage the dark magic did to her body if she could only stop the killing. 

Eventually the tears stilled and retching slowed. She wearily got to her feet. Even besides the deep ache from the dark magic she was exhausted. The Faye Magic inside her was almost completely tapped. It would be a few days before she could so even light a candle with a spell. And of course she couldn’t rely on her dark magic around her master. She slowly kicked some dirt over what she had thrown up and walked out of wood. She wanted nothing more than to rest. 

Morgan carefully dragged herself back to the castle. She didn’t even have the magic to hover there and spare her sore legs. When she got to her chambers she could sleep for the next couple of days and be ready to face the public. 

Much to her surprise the castle itself seemed to bustling with activity. Things had been so somber of late with constant ill tidings from the front of the war with the trolls, and yet here was the clear markings of a celebration. Banners hung from the castle walls and the halls echoed with the sounds of bards playing and singing. When she was within sight of the main entrance a knight standing there hailed her. 

“Lady Morgan! Lady Morgan!” He called to her. “How was your trip?”

“Fruitful.” She said, trying to hide the exhaustion in her voice. “And exhausting. What is happening? Is there some news from the front? Or my brother?”

“Nay my lady. Emrys bade us feast, so the next soldiers that leave for the front will remember and be filled with the fire of love for their home. Come join us!”

“Ah, of course.” Morgan gave the knight her best smile. Finally the old curmudgeon learns to have a fun and it when she’s so exhausted she can barely stand. “Well I am afraid my journey has taken more from me-”

“Aunt Morgan!” 

The excuse died on her lips as the teen boy, with shoulder length black hair came running up to her. Morgan smiled fondly as he ran up and gave her a tight hug. She hid her grimace of pain from the pressure on her body. 

“Aunt Morgan, you’re back just in time.” The young boy smiled up at her, though soon he would be as tall as she. “We are finally having a feast! I feel like everything has been so dower all the time, we can finally relax.”

He paused as he looked at her closely. She knew even with his own latent magic that he couldn’t sense the shadow of the dark magic she had used. However he still knew her to well, for her to hide everything from him. He could see her exhaustion on her face. His own contorted in sympathy. 

“Oh how rude of me. You must be tired from your trip. Why don’t you retire and I can have some wine and food sent up to you.”

Oh this boy. Her own nephew. And so much more to her. Everyone in the castle knew he was Arthur’s bastard, they whispered that he was born of some base born wench. But Morgan knew different. He had a special place in her heart. She smiled brightly at him. 

“Nonsense. I have the rest of my life to rest. How often do we get to have an actual feast? Lead the way, dear nephew.”

As she entered she removed the golden helmet she had worn during her ritual, and allowed her wild red curls to fall down her shoulders. She was tempted to retire to change out of her armor as well, but knew if she entered her room she would fall asleep before she could get dressed again. So she joined her nephew and the knights in the dining hall. 

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Morgan walked, a little unsteady on her feet toward her chambers. Biggest downside of Faye blood was that even a sip of wine went straight to her head and she had significantly more than a sip. Maybe if she had not been so tired she would have showed more self restraint, but there was nothing wrong with a bit of fun. And her nephew had kept her cup filled for the entire night. 

She smiled wobbly to her self. He was a good lad. And while she would be hung over tomorrow and on top of her other pain might regret the festivities it was nice to see her nephew able to relax from all the pressure that was on him every day. With Arthur gone the weight of leading the remaining knights fell to his heir. 

A quickly muffled cry of pain echoed out of her as she stumbled on the last step and almost fell on her face. The wine must have been stronger than she thought. She felt like she could barely stand. The magic that normally blazed within her moved but slugglishly. No doubt due to enormous amount of magic she had used earlier. She carefully picked her down the  hall to her rooms. 

She opened the door with a sigh, all she wanted was to sleep for a week. 

As soon as she stepped inside the world felt like it flipped upside down. She fell to her knees as the door slammed shut behind her. A panicked look around showed her fear. All of the walls of her room had been covered with lead and iron panels. The faye magic inside her screamed in pain, and even had she not exhausted her magical stores would not be able to call on her ability. 

She looked more closely at the plates, and recognized the smith work. Of course, this was a completely human trap. If there had been any magic used even in her weakened state she would have sensed it. She groaned in pain as she tried to drag herself toward the door. If she could just open it, she could use her magic to call to her nephew. He would rouse the knights to help her. 

Before she could reach the door man stepped in front of her and pushed her back. She was too weak to fight him and her limbs felt like they were full of lead as he pulled chains across the room towards her. Iron chains. She tried to recoil in fear as the cold metal clasped itself to her bare skin, but he was too strong. 

“Iron chains. Lead and iron panels to block your magic. Iron powder in your drink to dull your senses.” Morgana’s mind was overwhelmed with pain. The pain from her earlier casting. The pain from the iron chains. And over it all, the pain of betrayal. She knew that voice. Merlin leaned down to her level so she could see his face. “Did you think I hadn’t noticed your little spell you are forging out in the woods? Do you think I will stand to have anyone use magic against me?”

She tried desperately to explain that the magic wasn’t an attack against him, but the pain in her head stopped her from speaking. Instead she reacted on instinct, pushing that pain through her and out targeting Merlin. 

A roar echoed in that small chamber as the shadows gathered, tearing themselves from the walls and forming into a great mouth. Morgan screamed and the shadows lunged forward. Merlin was knocked backwards and flung against the far wall. He was only barely able to form an emerald shield to protect himself. 

“Dark magic?” Merlin shouted as the green magic whirled around him driving the shadows back. “I should have known you would stoop to dark magic.”

Morgan howled again, driving the shadows against him. She could feel the furious pain from earlier returning with a vengeance and she could taste copper in her mouth as blood foamed at her lips. 

The shadows resided as the last of her magical energy drained away. She sagged against the burning hold of the iron chains. 

Merlin stepped forward drawing his sword. Morgan did her best to look up at him, pleading with her eyes. She always knew he would kill her if he found out she used dark magic. She just hoped that her master would continue to protect her brother and her nephew. 

He looked at her with a look that was almost just as loving as it had been, a look that was almost kind. 

"I am sorry." He whispered. 

Morgan's eyes grew wide as he pressed his blade to her arm, just below her wrist. The burning pain shot up her arm and she released a feral scream before consciousness was mercifully stolen from her. 

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