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Yo whoever wrote this line - OH WHEN I CATCH YOU MAN WHEN I CATCH YOU I SWEAR
Dude slides into my dms and leaves me a whole ass piano after saying that. Like i just picture his rich ass penning a letter in his gold mansion and thinking about what to send. Then he looks at his piano and is like âyeah that seems like a perfectly normal gift for a farmer who graciously gives me a singular tomato every dayâ. Mr has a solid gold swan in his foyer
Im legit dead
#sun haven#sun haven claude#guys im on a farming sim high#i have 3 days off and all my time has just been utterly CONSUMED#go play Sun Haven if you like farming sims#or rune factory#or dnd#or bg3#its basically their baby and i love it#also there are hot people#lots of them#im adding sun haven to this blogâs fandom list
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heyyyy!! my brain gave me a half-assed thought in the nighttime starring best friend/perv!Lee Minho and bimbo!Reader. Minho's ALWAYS flirting with and staring at you, but you just (somehow) never notice. he likes seeing you wear those little outfits that barely cover you up and always mentions that you should only wear that stuff for him. one day he was just at his limit after another failed attempt at flirting. so, he just pushes you against the wall. you can feel how hard he is behind you, but you didn't see this coming so you're freaking out. and he just tells you "i'm gonna have what i want. so you might as well take what i give you."
-đ (p.s. i hope this was coherent) ((p.p.s. make sure you take time for yourself to rest and just breathe bc that beautiful mind of yours is so so important!! <3))
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Lee Minho x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language, Angst, Insecurities, Jealousy, Possessive!Minho, Smut +18 (Minors DNI) dub/con, Bratty!reader, Brat Tamer!Minho, Perv!Minho, Dom/Sub Themes, Mean Dom!Minho, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Grinding, Mutual Masturbation, CNC, Overstimulation
Fueling the Dom!Minho agenda
You did not particularly deal well with being unliked. Everybody has to like you all the time and there is no concrete way to tell your best friend this. Especially while he's driving down the highway, with rain pellets beating down the windshield.
You did not look at Minho when you initially slipped into the car. So completely and utterly suffocated by embarrassment.
The call prior to being picked up had been less than savoury.
"Isn't it too early to be calling me to come save you from your date?" His voice was completely drenched in his ususual smug sarcasm, "Or was he just that fucking boring?"
"I've been stood up and I'm not exactly sure where I am."
Almost immediately, Minho forced you to send your location until he was speeding over to where you sat, in your little dress all alone under the awning of a Michelin star restaurant.
You had thought the worst of the evening was behind youâŚ
The car is completely drenched in silence with neither you, nor Minho knowing exactly how the broach such a sensitive topic. You're embarrassed. He knows this. The only thing evading his understanding is why⌠Why are you embarrassed when you shouldn't be?
"At least give me a name or an address or something," Minho's voice is dangerously low and you peer up at him with wide eyes from the passenger seat. Seeing him so put together is wholly off putting. Dressed in nothing but his sweats and a polo shirt- all black, all Tom Ford- Minho's gaze is fucking deadly as he glares at the road ahead. His frustration manifests in the form of whitened knuckles gripping a steering wheel for dear life.
"Minho, I'm not giving you his address just so you can go and harass him." The fact that you even had to reiterate this is beyond your comprehension.
"I honest-to-God, just wanna have a word with the guy..." Minho says, swinging his head towards you, completely paralysing you with the depths of his endless dark eyes. Instead of waging a war with Minho (one you knew you couldn't possibly win,) you choose to accept defeat. It consumes your entire countenance as you sink down into the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact.
"Why can't anyone love me?" The rain droplets rattling Minho's vehicle only amplifies the question and for the umpteenth time tonight, Minho is overcome with mass frustration. Again, you should not be the one feeling unwanted. You should not be letting scum of the very earth dictate the trajectory of your self worth. To make matters impossibly worse, another car swerves into his lane, completely cutting him off from a seamless drive.
"Jesus, Fuck!" While Minho curses out the driver, you keep your head against the window.
"I think I'm cursed to stay single and bitchless for the rest of my life."
You didn't get it.
You were a fairly good girl, never once stepping out of bounds. Not at work: where you worked so diligently for a boss who didn't always deserve it.
Not in your adolescence: Where you never rebelled, not even once. You lovingly spared your parents all the heartache even after you matured enough to go to college.
Perhaps the reason all your dates ended with a certified ghosting was because you simply weren't cut out for relationships. That is the most harrowing thought of them all...
Minho's voice pipes up from beside you, effectively saving you from slipping into self pity, "I think you're overlooking one major factor when it comes to staying single and bitchless for the rest of your life," You're already rolling your eyes, "And what's that?"
You can practically hear the pompous smirk as Minho says, "I'm right here. I'm always right here."
Instead of responding, your tone remains wistful and airy.
"The guy took one look at me and gassed the fuck out of the restaurant." Your blood pressure is being shot to hell at just the very thought of the man (who had contacted you first, thank you very much).
"It's like he decided reality didn't match what he saw on tinder and took it all back..." you conclude your rant with a heavy and listless exhale.
Minho, who continued to glare at the wet tar road ahead, allows his mind to conjure up every possible way your 'date' might've died on his way home. Instead of voicing these homicidal thoughts, Minho instead, cleverly and cooly asks, "What kind of weirdos are you going on dates with?"
Your reply comes sickeningly quick. "The kind of weirdos that give me the time of day," and to make matters impossibly worse, you attach a pitiful and dry chuckle to the end of your sentence. "Not everyone is like you, Minho. Not everyone has the luxury of being the object of everyone's desires." His stomach sinks deeper and deeper with the sadness that coats your voice. Anything that might save him from this suffocating feeling at the bottom of his stomach brought on by the sadness in your tone.
"I just don't get it?" Your sad eyes watch as Minho pulls into the parking lot of his apartment complex.
"I didn't smell bad âcus I made sure to wear Chanel number five-" Minho can do nothing except clench his jaw. His grip on the steering wheel is deadly as he eases his car into the vacant spot⌠âand this dress Lix bought me for graduation- I mean he assured me I don't look fucking bloated in it so I assume I looked fine." He tries to make it through your pity party, really, he does. Whenever you found yourself in this state, slipping deeper and deeper into your insecurities, Minho found it terribly difficult to pull you out.
Difficult but not impossible
"I'm telling you," he chooses to say instead, righting his shoulders and cutting off the engine as he forces that confident smirk back onto his face, "If you wanna get laid so badly I'm always a phone call away...."
Instead of entertaining Minho's words, your mind wanders, âMaybe I'm just not hardwired for a relationship. Maybe all I'll have until I reach my deathbed is my rose toy and 5000 cats-â
âFalse. You have my fingers any time. Or my mouth-â
And for some reason, that statement alone⌠that one little flirt becomes the undoing of your sanity. âMINHO BE SERIOUS FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS JESUS CHRIST!â You do not know, nor do you care if your voice is loud enough to bleed outside, enough to disrupt any passerbys. You've fucking had it.
With men who disappoint you.
With men who say they'll show up but choose not to.
âI'm telling you I fucking failed this evening! I failed and you're not listening-
In what appears to be a snarky remark to the side, Minho mumbles, âI'm not the one that's not listening-â
âI don't need your teasing right now, Jesus! The fact that I have to spell that out-â you release a sigh âFucking never mind,â you feel utterly defeated, and before you brain catches up to the movement of your hands, you're already typing frantically for a ride assistance app.
Minho scoffs incredulously. That sunshine smile bleeds quickly into a dangerous glare and he watches as you type frantically across your screen. âSay what you gotta say.â
âI didn't ask you to come pick me up, just so you could interrogate me-â before your sentence could become another uphill screaming match you shake your head in a way that has Minho's knuckles whitening across the inactive steering wheel. His patience was dwindling dismally and he had the vaguest suspicion that you know this.
In fact, you might have always known this: Which buttons to push to get which reaction.
He's noticed it for a while since the peroration of your âfriendshipâ. Something that blossomed into a friendship when he so very clearly tried to make it everything but.
âI'm gonna take an Uber home,â you say in a tone he can only describe as bratty.
âI swear to fucking God.â he says, manic eyes crinkling at the sides in a smile of disablief, his tongue jutting against the inside of his cheek.
Minho's not sure what he wants to do but he's damn sure you're not going to like it. âIf you set foot out of this car-â He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. Quietly muttering Korean expletives while you sit meekly, taking your scolding. âIf you set foot out this car-â
âYou're not my father, Minho,â he flinches. âI'm getting my uber-â
âTry it, see what happens.â
âMinho, goodnight.â
The last thing you expect to feel as your hand touches the car handle, is Minhoâs larger hand covering your wrist in a calloused grip. His hand is firm, almost concrete and before you're able to process this, he's already dragging your face towards him.
âW-What the f-fuck, Minho, let me go!â the words come out mangled and squashed because Minho has his hands squishing your cheeks in an equally iron grip. Enough to have your teeth pushing against the inside of your cheeks. Enough to have tears stinging your eyes.
âWhy the fuck do you never listen?â He whispers, almost to himself. As if he's completely forgotten about the girl, leaning over the centre console because he's squishing her cheeks for dear life. You anticipate the bruises. You can almost feel them coming on.
âIt's like you purposely want to piss me off-â
Despite the aircon pouring warm hair to combat the Korean chill you feel very much icy all over. It's as if the chill has seeped into your very bones and it's not long until you're completely wracked in a series of violent shivers. You have never experienced anything like this.
Minho watches in apparent awe at the way your pupils, dark as they, dilate into even darker slits. His hand shifts silently from your cheeks, to your jaw, and lower until his hand is wrapping around your neck.
âAre you wearing panties right now?â
The question hurtles through your foggy brain like a runaway train until you're forced to bore your eyes into his, âWhat?â
âWhich pair are you wearing right now?â He asks, despite the hand already drifting from your neck, all the way down your body. He swipes his hand against your slightly damp skin, prying your thighs apart with his hand as if it were nothing. âI wanna see which you were planning to have on for him,â he knew he wouldn't like, whatever the outcome may be, but he's only just begun this game and he's not ready to stop.
âMinho.â Your hand shoots out to cradle his bicep, which proves to be a deeply harrowing mistake for someone as inexperienced as you are because his arms are so firm, so taut. You instinctively find your thighs opening just a fraction wider, even as you say, âI don't think we should do this.â You begin oh so slowly. Hoping to convey with your eyes, that which you refused to say with your lips. âI want you to stop.â Minho is absolutely breathless at the sight of the stars sparkling in your dazed eyes.
He knows exactly what you want and he's damn well going to give it to you. An escape.
âI've never known a bigger slut than you, you know that?â So casual. So forward. His words nearly have you whimpering into the quiet air.
âI can see how badly you want this,â Never ever letting his gaze stray from your helpless expression, Minho pushes his hand further into the apex of your thighs and you wait. You wait with bated breath for the euphoria to trickle in by the cold tips of his fingers touching the lace of your underwear. âYou want it so bad, don't you?â
âI-I- don't,â you force the words out with your hands unknowingly wrapping themselves around Minho's forearm. âThis whole time, you knew,â he laughs dryly as he lets the pad of his fingers finally reach your clothed cunt. Your legs are trembling. âYou fucking knew I wanted you and yet you still went on your little date anyways,â
That has you momentarily slipping out of your subspace, but before he lets that happen, he's rubbing slow circles against your cunt, with his right hand, a hand closest to the console, easier to reach the most intimate parts of you.
âdidn't know, Minho,â the whimpers leaving your mouth are soft, so intimate, like the colour pink personified and it has Minho squeezing his eyes shut for all of a few tense seconds.
When his eyes flutter open again, the old Minho is nowhere to be found. Gone is the overly flirty best friend. Gone is the unnecessary jokester. Gone is the dry humour. The only thing in its place is a stone whisper of a smirk as he says, âRide my hand.â
âW-What-â
âYou don't talk,â he says, before sliding your panties to the side, âUseless little girls don't get to talk.â He says, racking a moan from straight out your throat as his hand presses against your drenched heat. âUseless little girls don't even get to speak.â
âMinho-â
âAll you think about is getting to cum, right?â There's so much of a condescending nature in its tone, it almost has you instinctively tightening your grip on the forearm between your legs and pushing your heat against his fingers. The sight of you so worked up by his bad words have Minho cursing under his breath.
You're watching him as if he invented the stars, as if to say âWhat elseâ, and it drives him to complete madness.
âF-Fuck,â
âShe knows how to say bad words,â he cackles as you squish your soaked cunt against his calloused palm. His knuckles are pressed firmly into the seat and his wrist is giving out but his horny brain fog is far too powerful.
âThat's it, Petal,â he says, watching almost as if slipping into his own trance, âfuck my hand, I wanna see how bad you want it-â
âP-Please-â You whisper, âI need your cock-â
âYou donât get to make demands when you're being punished,â he mumbles, before leaning his head back against his seat, watching you desperately try to bring yourself to orgasm by rutting your hips against his hand. âUnless, you don't need my help and you'd rather just make yourself cum-â
âNO!â you keep a firm grip on his forearm, bottom lip quivering as you stare at him with wide eyes. âI'm s-so close, please.â
Minho can't help it. The very act of you asking him for something as sacred as an orgasm⌠It has him trying to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants.
âYou're close, yeah?â He asks, now entering his own pleasure. He slips his left hand into his boxers while he watches you ride his hand.
âYouâre close from humping that wet pussy against my hand?â
âOh god, yes,â
âYouâre such a good fucking girl you know that?â His breathing is heavy now because he's jerking himself off to the same pace as your cunt rubbing itself against his hand.
âYou're such a good whore,â he whispers.
âCall me that again- p-please Iâm gonna cum!â
âI've always wanted to treat you like the whore I know you are,â he whispers, watching as your eyes slip to the back of your skull, âI hated watching you go on those dates.â
âM-Minho-â
âKill them,â he whispers silently, âIâve fucking wanted to kill every single one of them.â he squeezes his cock, feeling his own ripples of pleasure shoot down your spine.
âY-Yours,â you whisper, âI'm yours-â
âF-Fuck baby-â Sensing Minho slipping into his own prgasm, you grind your cunt harder against his hand. It doesn't take much for you to make a complete mess all over his seats. You're both wracked with a wave of shivers and Minho tries to keep his eyes open as he milks his cock for all it's got. He wants to watch your hips stutter. He wants to see how you look when you cum and he wants to commit it to memory.
He decides it's the most addictive thing he's ever seen.
âNo fucking way you made me cum all over myself like some fuckcing teenager,â he grumbles, staring down at the mess he's made all over his shirt.
You're still a panting shivering mess and you yelp when Minho squeezes your sensitive, overstimulated clit.
âHey,â he says, gaining your attention immediately, âNo more dates yeah?â
You do nothing but nod.
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trick or treat
18+. mdni. no smut but my blog is 18+.
day six of spooky week and reader bravely offers to take the party trick or treating, finding an unlikely guest along the way
a/n: six days of consistent posting has actually made me lose brain cells.. i donât like this as much as i wanted to but iâm sticking to my guns and posting anyway. iâm not sure if tomorrowâs will make it up in time but iâm going to try my absolute hardest <3
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knuckles wrap against the grand wooden door, hoping to god it was dustin that answered and not steve.Â
you can hear a barrage of footsteps on the other side, rushing down the hall to get to you first. the door swings open, dustin and his makeshift skeleton costume sit on the other side, a harsh scowl when he realises itâs you and not his friends.Â
âwhatâre you doing here?â crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âiâm coming with you, joyce ask-â
â-you donât need to babysit us,â throwing a temper tantrum at the mere suggestion of you joining them on their journey around hawkins.Â
âwell, joyce says otherwise,â crossing your arms over your chest, you meant business. âjonathanâs busy and she wants someone to watch out for will so youâre just gonna have to deal with it,â sticking your tongue out for good measure.Â
dustin huffs, nostrils glaring as he stomps back into steveâs living room.Â
the older boy was helping him get ready, terribly painting a skull onto his grinning face. a faint argument rises from behind the door, scuffed footsteps fighting to reach the door before you had the opportunity to look in.Â
â-we donât need a babysitter at all! let alone two!â dustin screeches, throwing his pillowcase on the ground as he reaches the door, steve appearing behind.Â
âtwo?â you question, looking down at the abandoned treat bag and then back up to a sheepish looking steve.Â
âwell.. i mean, you canât take them all around hawkins on your own, i was just.. offering to join you,â his hand rubbing the back of his neck, ignoring dustinâs scowl to focus on your face.Â
âoh,â attempting to hide your blush, passing it off as if it were just the chilly october air, âyeah.. sure, i could use some help,â stuffing your hands into your pockets, concealing your squeal of excitement.Â
âgreat! great.. yeah, let me get my jacket and we can go,â rushing off inside while dustin sulks like a petulant child.
âyou two are gross,â he remarks snidely, turning up his nose at the two of you.
it's a chilly evening in hawkins, your coat not doing enough against the wild wind. much colder than usual for this time of year which makes you a tad unsettled. after everything that had happened last year, a sudden drop in temperature didnât seem like something you should ignore.Â
steve walks beside you, humming to some pop tune as his eyes stay trained on the boys and which houses they were at.Â
âso youâre going? to new york?" he starts, keeping two strides behind the boys at all times, dustin would surely suffer a mental breakdown if you dared got any closer.Â
âyeah,â you nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets, âthereâs a really good opportunity for me up there,â a twinge of something in your chest, unwilling to come off as braggy at all.
âthatâs cool..â steve whistles, looking anywhere but at you, âiâll miss you- i mean, weâll all miss you,â clearing his throat in a pitiful attempt to hide what he really meant.Â
âiâll miss you too steve,â smiling softly over at his flushing cheeks, âyou can come visit iâm sure,â shrugging indiscriminately.Â
your all-consuming crush on steve was no secret to those around you, youâd been longing after him since freshmen year. hanging on his every word even during the multitude of girlfriends and hookups, desperate for his attention to one day fall unto you.Â
though now youâre actually friends, like, real friends, you find yourself hoping that he doesnât look at you, praying he doesnât notice your sorry eyes or your longing smile. afraid that heâd find you utterly pathetic and tell you harshly that you and him would just never ever come to be.Â
âbut hawkins wonât be the same without you,â his feet crushing the dried auburn leaves, âwhoâs gonna help me take care of these guys?â chuckling softly, the cold air billowing from his lips.Â
âyouâre just gonna have to find a new babysitting partner,â shrugging softly though your heart sinks a little.Â
steveâs mouth opens to reply but is abruptly interrupted by the gaggle of kids storming up the sidewalk to you. in a cleverly thought out formation, dustin at the front, mike all the way in the back.Â
âwe were thinking,â dustin starts, a tooth-achingly sweet grin plastered on his face, âand we think that you two shouldnât have to spend your entire evening following us around, so,â looking around at his friends, âweâre happy to offer you half of all of our candy if you just leave us alone,â grinning as if he had offered the deal of the century.Â
steve looks perplexed, sharing a questioning glance with you before turning his attention back to the eager boys in front, âwhat makes you think we want your shitty candy?âÂ
dustinâs smile drops, nose scrunching with such visceral anger, âlook steve, we know youâd rather be off making out with each other or whatever, so why donât we just cut the shit? you guys go home, we can take care of ourselves.âÂ
he puts his hand up to make a point, sputtering noises that donât exactly make a coherent sentence, âthatâs not- what the hell, dustin? mrs. byers asked us to watch you itâs not-â
âweâll be okay! my mom just worries,â a bright-eyed will steps forward, offering his two cents.Â
steve exhales, looking to you once more before shrugging. you were the one sheâd asked anyway, not him. Â
âwhat if something bad happens? like.. like last year?â you query, looking solely at will now.Â
âit wonât,â solemnly shaking his head, âiâm better now, i promise.âÂ
your lips pout, contemplating whether the little shits could be trusted. joyce would never be mad at you, wise to her son and his friends tricks.Â
âokay..â nodding slowly, âbut iâm taking you up on that candy offer, and i want the good stuff.. not smarties or mints or whatever shit you think you can trick me with,â a harsh glare to the clan of boys.Â
mike goes to protest until lucasâ elbow meets his ribs, a chorus of thankyouâs echo out before they sprint away, tripping over themselves to get as far away from you as possible.Â
âi didnât think youâd say yes,â steve remarks, a humorous tone to his voice.Â
âwhat can i say? they drive a hard bargain,â suddenly regretting letting them run amok around the hawkins streets, âdo you think i shouldâve said no?âÂ
âoh no, definitely not,â falling into laughter, âi donât think they wouldâve let you say no anyway.âÂ
you scoff, looking around at the busy street, âyouâre right.. iâm gonna uh.. head home then, since weâre not needed anymore,â attempting to hide your disappointment at not getting to walk around with him all night.Â
âyou wouldnât wanna.. watch a movie or something, would you?â steve interjects before you can walk away, âmy parents are out of town so my house is empty and iâve got popcorn,â sweetening up his deal.Â
your heart thuds a little too hard, unsure of whether youâd still be alive after a movie alone with steve, on his couch. but you nod anyway, continuing back in the direction youâd came from.Â
his house is sterile, it honestly reminds you of something from a showroom, not meant to be lived in but just admired. kind of like steve, when you think about too much.Â
you werenât going to be together, he was a prize, someone youâd lust after but never truly get.Â
the opening sequence to friday the 13th pulls you from your sour thoughts, sitting just inches away from him and his meticulously styled hair, the consolation of freckles and moles youâd connected a thousand times in your head.Â
he doesnât look real, a figment of your imagination except his chest is rising and falling in time with yours and he keeps shifting in his seat.Â
âso when do you leave?â startling you from your haze, pulling your attention to him.Â
âuh.. june, iâm going up early to get settled.âÂ
âoh, cool,â inhaling sharply, a long, drawn-out exhale immediately after, âi still got a few months left with you then,â offering a grimacing smile as his words register in his brain, âobviously i mean that we all do.âÂ
âi knew what you meant,â convincing yourself that he had just misspoke and that the obvious undertones to everything he had said this evening werenât actually there.Â
âactually i donât think you do,â steve sighs, no longer the suave sweet talker he once was, now just some old guy that drive kids to and from their dnd meetings.Â
âoh?â you remark, sitting back in shock.Â
he leans forward, over the overflowing bowl of popcorn, âiâm trying to hit on you, iâve been trying all night,â allowing a glimpse of his former playboy interior to resurface, his eyes trailing from yours to your lips.Â
you stare back with what only you can assume is a puzzled expression as steve moves back once again, âsorry- iâm not very good at this anymore, i-i thought you were interested but obviously- shit,â slapping his palm to his face, hiding in sheer despair.Â
âno! nonono steve i am,â sputtering rather quickly, âiâm sorry, iâm just.. shocked. i didnât know you felt like that too, yâknow?â amazed that both of you could single handedly fumble this.Â
ââcourse i do,â shrinking into a bashful shadow of himself, âthought that was pretty obvious,â fiddling with his fingers, too shy for someone who had just admitted to having feelings for you.Â
ânot to me,â slightly offended that you had apparently been the last to know.Â
he exhales, a sigh of relief, âfuck, i thought iâd read that totally wrong then.â
you stop, furrowing your brow, âwhat? you knew i liked you?âÂ
âi mean, kinda yeah.â
âdid dustin tell you?â
âhe-,â steve sighs, doing a terrible job of hiding his smile, âi might have told him how sad i was that you were leaving and he just told me that you might feel the same way too,â holding his hands up with all intentions of owning up, âhe just wanted to help me out, i think,â a quiet sadness in his voice.Â
any other time youâd strangle the little blabber mouth but only this time you canât be too mad, without him, the two of you wouldâve never had the guts to just say it.Â
ânow iâve been dyinâ to kiss you for too long now so if youâll forgive me,â leaning in once more, carefully cupping your chin in his palm and so gently kissing your lips that it almost feels like air.Â
your eyes fluttering shut as the sparks fizzle behind your eyelids, the butterflies in your stomach flap so hard youâre almost nauseous.  Â
years and years of hopeless pining had lead to this, a syrupy sweet kiss on his couch as the guttural screams of alice hardy play on the background.
itâs all youâve ever dreamed of and more, steve suddenly so real and malleable in your grasp.
#steve harrington#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fluff#chelseeebespookyweek
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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing: Gale/Astarion Rating: Explicit Tags: porn without plot, dubious consent, inappropriate use of mage hand, blowjob, rimming, frottage, blood drinking, handjob, jerking off with blood, sex pollen
Summary: ââŚPrecisely how much of this spiderâs blood did you consume?â Gale asks, his hands brushing Astarionâs hair off his soaked forehead. The touch makes the unbearable, painful heat in his body squeeze around him like a heavy chain. âYouâre scorching. You could give Karlach a run for all her gold.â
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Itâs not the first time that Astarionâs thoughts linger too long on Gale. But it is the first time that the temptation to feed on him is truly born.
Theyâre at the goblin camp finishing off the last of their enemies when he notices the mage clutching his stomach. Stains mar Gale's usually pristine robe: vivid crimson mingling with golden embroidery and velvety plum fabric. Gale has never been injured to this extent before â and the smell of his blood is so insane that it takes Astarion a minute to actually register it as blood; itâs an unapologetic, scorching assault that stings his nostrils. It burns to breathe it in, like inhaling the acrid, heavy bite of smoke after lightning strikes the soil of the earth in a fury.  Â
His curious gaze is clearly too obvious because Gale huffs at him. âCareful, Astarion. I'd exercise some self control if I were you. I'm fairly certain that indulging in my blood would lead to some rather disagreeable consequences for you."Â
âDonât flatter yourself,â he sniffs, scrunching his nose up. âWhat the hells is wrong with your blood? The stench of it â itâs utterly disturbing.â
A wry smile crosses Galeâs lips even as he winces over his wounded abdomen.Â
âPerhaps the weave has granted me a natural act of defense. A deterrent to all creatures who might wish to devour me.âÂ
"Well, it didn't do you any good here, did it?" Astarion drawls, playing his part of disinterest. "Consider me deterred, darling. A carrion crawler would be a treat compared to your freakish blood.â He tips his head backwards lazily towards the rest of the group fishing their arrows and swords out of fleshy goblin chests. âSomebody better tend to the soft little mage before he bleeds out.âÂ
Gale clears his throat, maintaining his composure. âI can manage this just fine, thank you,â he insists. âThe sooner we distance ourselves away from this fetid pile of corpses, the better.âÂ
His bloodied form taunts Astarion the entire time as they get back on the trail, his head full with the noxious scent, pouding at the back of his skull â he barely contains the urge to shove Gale into Shadowheart so she can heal him, but the mage is too stubborn in making a show of how able he is. When they finally reach their home for the night, the group splits apart, and Astarion does his best to maintain some distance without coming across as too disturbed, even as Galeâs blood still accosts him in the air. With his feet aching from the long day, Astarion settles on a log and pulls out his arrows to wipe them clean of any lingering fleshy bits. Tav and Karlach start gleefully comparing all the stolen fruits of their labor theyâve gathered from the day as Wyll and Laeâzel hover over them to stake a claim on any well-crafted weapons. From the corner of his eye, Astarion sees Gale waving Shadowheart off, trying to step away to his tent, but her hand shoots out to pinch the fabric on his shoulders. Â
âDonât be stubborn,â Shadowheart demands. âLet me see.âÂ
âAh, itâs just a scratch, really. Nothing I canât sort out myself.â
âSit, Gale, or I might just have to tie you down.âÂ
Galeâs face flushes at the idea, but he relents and settles down on the bench next to Astarion, who tightens his lips at the proximity of him. Get away from me, Astarion wants to snarl. The smell of Gale isâ is horrible, itâs awful. And irritatingly fascinating. He focuses his attention on his arrows, fixating on making them completely spotless, ignoring the gooseflesh rising on his neck from the pungent scent filling his head.
Gale shrugs aside his blood-soaked robe. He doesnât notice when it misses the bench and falls to the ground in a heavy crumple. But Astarion does.
Halsin pops up behind the two â heâs chosen to spend the night here, and Tav is eyeing him suspiciously fondly â towering over and eclipsing Astarion from their view. Gods, he is big â the sheer magnitude of the elf is staggering, leaving Astarion momentarily awestruck.Â
âMight I suggest an alternative?â Halsin asks. âI am a healer of some renown, if I may cast aside modesty for a moment.âÂ
Shadowheart considers this, and amidst their back and forth (with Gale flitting his eyes between them and wondering when theyâll decide to finally heal him already!), Astarion snatches up the garment discreetly and slips away. He doesnât know why he does thisâ he wants to say heâs been compelled! That some mysterious force is urging him to do this! But that would be a bold-faced fucking lie. No â thereâs an even worse reason â something innate, something primal that guides him to steal the damn robe.Â
In the dim privacy of his tent, Astarion carefully unfurls Gale's bloodied cloak. He turns it over in his hands and presses his fingers into the wet fabric, the stains practically pulsing underneath his touch. He traces his fingers along the ridges and then raises them to his lips. Astarionâs throat goes dry. The smell of it sends a searing burn down his throat.
The idea of consuming the essence of magic itself is fucking tantilizing .
But he takes heed of Galeâs warning. The wizard is many things â a love-bruised, disgraced prodigy being one of them â but an exaggerator? Hmm. Perhaps not. The blood is probably (no, definitely) vile, and Astarion is in no mood to try a sample and contend with the potential of vomit and the subsequent clean up. Still, it doesnât mean he canât justâŚÂ ponder it. Heat pools in Astarionâs stomach as he contemplates the way it would feel to have an inkling of the power living in Galeâs veins, to claim a fragment of it for himself.
His cock twitches when his mind inadvertently takes it a step further: how Gale might sound pinned under him, how he might arch and drool as Astarion fucks him into the ground. To shut Gale up for once and claim him , bent over, hands tied behind his back, neck stretched out..Â
It sends his mind into a tailspin, and Astarion knows he needs to go back out there and toss the dirty, unsightly thing back on the ground.
Instead, he brings the cloak up to his nose and holds it close, breathing it in. Astarion is near intoxicated from the razor-sharp scent of it alone, barely aware of what heâs doing as he stuffs a hand into his pants, grabbing at his length. His cock springs free from its confines, exposing itself to the cool air. He strokes up and down, working it to a full hardness, then he holds his breath. An intense idea overcomes him. What is wrong with his brain? Why is he doing this? No answers come to his mind as he wraps the fabric around his cock. His hips buck against it, cock drooling precum into the soft friction of the velvet, mixing in with the blood.Â
Astarion concentrates on staying quiet even with his tent being the furthest away from the others, what with the others still unpacking from the day and chattering about, but the sensation has him hissing. It becomes a mission: thereâs urgency in the way he moves, anger even, to come as fast as he can. He arches into both hands and fucks into Galeâs cloak, struggling to keep his breath steady amidst the strange, charred scent that fills the air.Â
The sight of Galeâs blood coating around Astarionâs cock gets him off so fast that heâll never have the gall to admit it, and he allows himself a quiet grunt as his cum soaks into his fabric wrapped fist. When his orgasm dies down, Astarion bites out a humorless chuckle. Well , he thinks flatly, I really need a bath now .
He also somehow really wants to eat still, he realizes, his stomach churning despite dining on bugbears and goblins.Â
Astarion remembers some boar tracks on the trail east of the camp and doesnât spare another second â he grabs the cum soiled cloak and throws it into his sack, along with a change of clothes and a fresh jar for any extra blood. Not that he ends up needing it â Astarion is particularly vicious about his meal, for not only does he drain the boar completely dry, but he makes an utter mess of it too: ripping apart its neck and clawing its chest open for no reason at all, other than that he simply can .Â
An hour later, he emerges from the woods, freshly bathed and belly bloated. The camp is quiet now, save for the sounds of an owl hooting nearby and the gentle licks of the campfireâs flames. Everyone has gone to bed, eager to start a new day. Everyone except for Gale, whoâs tracing his steps in circles to find his missing cloak. It's no ordinary cloak; it's his absolute favorite one, he canât help but grumble to himself.
"Did someone really just toss it away?â
Astarion skulks up to him from the shadows, causing Gale to lurch with surprise, hand flying to his chest. âOh!âÂ
âI washed it for you.â With zero grace, Astarion throws the cloak at Gale, damp, but now clean of cum and blood.Â
Gale catches the garment, eyes furrowed as he untangles it with delicate care. His eyes scan it over to see if Astarion has perhaps messed with it â which, wellâŚÂ
âYou know, I really couldâve just used my magic to clean it.â
âI was gagging at the foul odor, waiting for those two to finish with you, so it was either that or burn it in the fire. Gods know I would not be able to handle you drone on about how you missed such an antique article of clothing.â Â
âIâm going to go ahead and choose to believe that you were just being uncharacteristically thoughtful, Astarion, so for that, I will thank you.â Gale waves his hand to the bottle of wine nestled up against the log. âCare to join me for a drink? Tav swiped this vintage red and it feels far too selfish for me to finish the bottle myself.âÂ
Astarion purses his lips. âWhy not,â he replies, grabbing a goblet and letting Gale fill it halfway with the wine. âWhatâs so special about this cloak anyway? Surely not because itâs in fashion.âÂ
Gale proceeds to yap on and on about why the cloak is so near and dear to his heart, how his mother had painstakingly sewn it herself, and Astarion actually sits there and listens to the whole thing while he sharpens his dagger with a whetstone in between sips from his chalice. The worst realization of the night is not that he needs to keep his distance from an injured, bloodied Gale from now on (lest his brain gets carried away with the notion of devouring and fucking Gale again), but that Astarion finds him⌠endearing?Â
How twee.Â
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Tonight, Gale cooks entirely without any magic.
Karlach and Laeâzel return from hunting with a bountiful sack of rothe meat, fresh for the hearty stew that Gale intends to prepare for their supper.Â
âYou'll see,â Halsin tells him, igniting the fire beneath the cauldron as Gale extracts an assortment of spices and herbs from a weathered wooden box. âTo appreciate the experience of cooking with only your bare hands â without any arcane assistance - it's a fresh perspective, a new joy.âÂ
âI believe you,â Gale acknowledges, tenderizing the meat with a small mallet. âThatâs not to say that I completely understand the appeal of taking the longer route. Work smarter, not harder, eh? Multitasking is a wondrous thing! Back in my tower, I could have the pot simmering, a pin kneading dough for my bread rolls, and savor a delightful cup of earl grey â all without worrying about keeping a watchful eye on it.âÂ
Halsin smiles, rising from the floor. âWell, here, you are not alone. There are many eyes to assist you.â He proceeds to enlist some of the others to help out with chopping vegetables, setting up plates and silverware on makeshift tables. Astarion is relaxed and reading as this goes on, taking in the last of the dayâs sunrays. (Warmth hasnât lost its novelty â it never will.)Â
The rest of the group buzzes as everyone waits for Gale to work his culinary magic. Tav canât help but hover over Galeâs shoulder with curiosity (â The onions I found werenât too moldy?â they ask), asking how everything is coming together and Gale is so enthusiastic about it all that his big eyes seem to just sparkle with delight â and ugh â isnât he just adorable . Astarion buries his nose back into his book â some terrible pulp erotica heâs picked up somewhere â not at all interested in the commotion around him.Â
When supper's finally prepared, the group gathers with hungry anticipation. Moans of delight fill the air as they all dig into their meal, and Gale looks particularly satisfied with himself. âYouâre right, Halsin,â he says, holding his bowl on his lap, surveying them all. âSomething special about tonightâs dinner indeed.â
âIt is acceptable,â Laeâzel muses, staring thoughtfully into her quickly emptying bowl. Wyll grunts with admiration, his mouth full of food.Â
âWhy even bother trying to be the greatest wizard of all time?â Shadowheart jokes. âYouâd make a fine house husband with the way weâre all fawning over this meal. I mean, Halsin is practically in an otherworldly state right now,â and she nods at Halsin whoâs finished his meal so quickly that heâs just sitting there with a satisfied smile.Â
Karlach shoves in a mouthful of potatoes with gusto. She looks at Astarion with a sorrowful shake of her head. âAw, Astarion, itâs too bad you vampires donât need to eat, youâre missing out on some culinary genius here.âÂ
He looks up from the pages of his book and lifts an eyebrow at the mess on the corner of Karlach's lips. âWell, I can still enjoy the flavor of something, if youâre curious about that; though I have a taste for the luxurious â and a meal made with the leftovers of near rotten produce is not exactly something that appeals to me. But! You know. Iâm sure itâs very good. To a plebian without a refined palette.âÂ
Gale offers a good-natured rebuttal. âI admit, I donât exactly have the farmerâs market available to me right now, but I think Iâve done an all right job with what I was given.â
âOh come off it Gale, this is the best meal Iâve had in ages.â She points accusingly at Astarion with her spoon. âAnd nothing about you is luxurious right now,â she says, making a face at the word, âYouâve been wearing the same doublet for the last week.â Astarion scoffs and straightens up in embarrassment at her comment. âTry it. I dare you to try and tell me it is not fucking delicious .â She grabs the book from his hands, squints her eyes at the cover, and pushes her bowl towards him.
Gale looks at him somewhat expectantly with those damned puppy eyes and the entire party is now goading him to try it, soâ Astarion decides heâll humor them. Itâll be funny when heâs correct about the food being perfectly average.
âFine.âÂ
He takes a spoonful from Karlachâs bowl and brings it to his lips. The moment the stew touches his tongue, his flat expression changes and his eyes widen. Itâs an unexpected delight. Itâs savory and rich and perfectly seasoned and damn it, where did he learn to cook like this? In truth, Astarion hasnât thought about âreal foodâ in so many years. In the moments where he was at a tavern scoping for victims or entertaining Cazadorâs guests at a ball, it never crossed his mind to indulge just for the sake of flavor â it wouldâve felt like a cruel, pointless delusion to partake in when he was so starved of blood.
And though the stew does nothing to sate his true hunger; itâs a bittersweet joy, a tugging reminder that at one time, he couldâve been here as another version of himself, filling himself up on a meal made with such careful tenderness. The corners of his lips curl upward as he takes another bite, and then another. Gale, whoâs watching him with anticipation, practically beams with satisfaction.Â
âWas I wrong!?â Karlach exclaims, slapping at her thighs with enthusiasm.Â
"Youâve forgotten a key part of this meal," Gale says, reaching over to the wooden trunk acting as a serving table. âYou have got to try it with some of the bread, the crunch makes it a perfect little bite.â He reaches for the loaf, slicing a portion for Astarion. But before heâs done with it, the blade slips from his fingers, nicking his thumb in the process. He tsks, and blood quickly wells up from the cut, a droplet falling onto the ground as he brings it up to his mouth to suck the rest away.
âAh, and this is why magic is a manâs best tool, in and out of the kitchen.âÂ
Gale wipes his finger on his pants and swaps to the other hand to hand Astarion the piece of bread, but Astarion is stiff and locked onto the sight of the petite ruby droplets rising from the tip of his thumb. He blinks, and Gale looks down at his hand, then raises his eyes back to meet Astarionâs. When he opens his mouth to say something â no doubt something unhelpful and insufferable â Astarion cuts him off. Â
"It isnât that good,â he snaps, not letting the look on Galeâs face stop him from getting up from his seat and slamming the bowl down on the wooden trunk. âI think it's time I go get my real dinner.â Astarion needs to eat something, anything . With heavy, tense steps, he storms off, disappearing into the forest.Â
He canât recall later how many carcasses he leaves out there in the woods, or even what kind of animals had the misfortune of being found by him â perhaps some rabbits â but he remembers that he drinks, and drinks, and drinks, until the only feeling that remains is a piercing ache deep within his belly. Thatâs one way to keep your appetite in check, he supposes.Â
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In all honesty, Astarionâs not even hungry. But he figures it canât hurt to eat one last big meal before they make it to Grymforge and into the Shadow-Cursed lands where theyâll be stuck mucking about in for Gods know how long.Â
He slips away from camp to skulk around the caves near them, unfamiliar with the territory and wary of all the strange little creatures hopping about. He scopes over the area to ensure there arenât any poisonous spores floating in the air and wracks his mind over his mental notes to remember what animals Tav had told him to avoid out here, and thatâs when he smells it: a plump spider nestled away in a small cavern.Â
Sure, Astarion is used to mammals, having sworn off the idea of insects completely since his newfound freedom, but it smells positively mouthwatering, and thereâs no rules, no person, to tell him what he can and cannot eat â or do â anymore.Â
He considers the spider, looking over it not once, not twice but three times just to consider its viability, and he decides that it is perfectly suitable for a meal. He descends on the creature without any resistance whatsoever â it seems like it is sleeping, or sluggish, but Astarion can hardly question it as he drinks from it, mind clouding over from the craving he has for it. The spiderâs ichor is a peculiar blend of something sweet and milky and almost sour, and Astarion drains it all from the creature until it shrinks away to a withered husk of its former glory.
Thereâs a mild cramp at first as the blood courses through him slowly, and he chalks it up to simply overindulging â heâs gotten somewhat used to gorging himself over the past few weeks, like a youngling set loose in a kitchen full of sweets. But with each passing step, Astarion feels an unfamiliar, searing warmth spreading from his stomach, a sensation that grows increasingly intense. He swallows through his prickly throat, trying to focus on his steps to navigate his way back.Â
Heâs hot, and gods, it is a foreign sensation, is this how it normally feels? He doesnât remember. But better question is â why is he so fucking hot? Astarion starts to burn up as if scorching needles are being threaded through his veins. The heat is centered in his face at first, making his pallid skin flush with a ruddy hue as it snakes through his chest, twisting through his tendons; then, it is everywhere inside, the worst of it contained within flames coursing down his thighs, threatening to send him sprawling to the ground. The pain coils through his body, the intensity of it rising higher and higher as he trips over the tangled roots of plant life. Â
Astarion makes it to the camp, but just barely.Â
He stumbles back in a daze, mouth fuzzy as if stuffed to the brim with cotton, eyes delirious as he searches the camp for the tiny basin Shadowheart found earlier to dunk himself in. I just need a bath, he thinks dizzily, a nice, cold bath.Â
With hazy vision and a throbbing head, he finally spots the tub, hidden in a little corner around the camp. There's a tiny moment of relief as he hobbles toward it. His hands tremble as he gets closer, ready to dive into it even with his clothes on. But as Astarion approaches, his focus sharpens, and he realizes that someone is already in it.
âGet out,â Astarion demands.Â
The water swishes as Gale swivels his head around to look at him. He raises an eyebrow. âI took you as a man with more manners than that, Astarion. I only just got in and I would greatly appreciate not being rushed.âÂ
âIâm not joking around, Gale, get out of the tub,â he says, his fingers twitching at his sides. Heâs always lamented the lack of warmth in his body, but now it just seems like a particularly cruel joke that he feels like heâs been set on fucking fire. Astarion lets out a sound of frustration as his hands lunge into the water, unable to wait for Gale, and not caring that it's warm. His movements are frenzied as he splashes water onto his overheated face over and over, gasping as the liquid does nothing to soothe his skin.Â
Gale leans back with a baffled expression as Astarionâs fingers plunge around in the water. Beads of sweat trickle down his neck. âShit,â Astarion says, wiping his face dry with his sleeve. He flicks his eyes back at Gale, actually taking in the sight of him sitting in the tub (the sight of his soft chest, his surprisingly broad arms) and he stumbles backwards when his cock twitches and his stomach lurches at the scent of him.Â
He smells so good: a whirl of black tea, mugwort, hints of acacia, woody and clean â âShit.âÂ
He runs his shaking hands over his face and looks away, breathing deeply to try to calm himself down. To try and make sense of the savage feeling building underneath the thin barrier of his embarrassment.Â
âSomething is wrong with you. What in the hells did you do, Astarion?â
Galeâs voice brings him back to looking at him, but thank Gods â Astarionâs not sure if it is magic, or if his sense of time is off or if Gale is simply more dexterous than he seems, because heâs out of the tub and fully dressed in his robe, adjusting the collar back into its proper position.
âI ââ Astarion scoffs, indignant at the idea that this is a result of his own actions. âI didnât do anything. I had dinner. Thatâsâ thatâs all I did.â
âAnd what exactly, pray tell, did you eat? Were you mindful of all the animals that Tav said you could feed from?â
âOf course I was, Iâm not a nitwit.â But he hesitates when Gale squints his eyes at him. âI found a spider.âÂ
âA spider? Is that a frequent occurrence for you? Imbibing on the blood of arachnids? I admit, I lack extensive knowledge about vampire diets, but it doesn't seem to be particularly suitable ââ âIt smelled good ,â Astarion replies defensively, his voice cracking under an increasing sense of panic. âSo I drank from it. As I am wont to do.âÂ
âAnd how did it taste? What did it smell like?âÂ
âIt was â oh, I donât know, milky? Bizarre in hindsight, but it was strangely appetizing. And â come to think of it, it didnât even stir when I approached it.âÂ
Something goes off in Galeâs brain and his eyes open with understanding. "Succubi spittle perhaps," Gale remarks as he scrutinizes Astarion's increasingly haggard appearance. "If my understanding of the fluid is correct, it's something one should be very wary of.â
âGet to the point, Gale.â âYou consumed tainted blood from a spider that was likely dying from the effects of succubi spittle. That is⌠very bad.â
âClearly â whatâs going to happen to me?â Astarion chokes out, taking a step towards Gale. Thereâs a furious, irritated rash blooming now all over his skin, going down his torso and disappearing under the trousers that are stretched tight against his body. âI feel like Iâm going to rip my skin off.â
Gale doesnât seem nearly as alarmed as he should be as he cups his chin with his fingers and thinks. âThe longer this spittle is in your body, the sooner you are bound to deteriorate. From what Iâve read, youâll eventually find yourself reduced to hallucinatory, almost euphoric state, and if youâve consumed a high enough concentration of it â you could move on to causing bodily harm to yourself, perhaps even death; which could happen through a few methods, such as incessant scratching orââÂ
"Enough!" Astarion silences Gale with a wave of his hand. âIâve heard enough! I'm going to Shadowheart.âÂ
Astarionâs stomach twists and turns as he moves past him with urgency, but the mageâs fingers shoot out like a bolt, wrapping firmly around his wrist. The touch sends an electrifying surge through his body and straight to his cock, making him recoil from Gale in shock.Â
âFuck,â Astarion hisses. He glances down at his pants and can see them straining. And if Gale notices, well, he doesnât comment on it.
âIâm afraid she canât help you with this â well â unlessâŚÂ Ahem, allow me to clarify. There isnât an antidote for this particular affliction, not in the form of a potion or spell, anyway. But youâre lucky, the cure is quite simple. You need toâŚâÂ
Gale chooses his next words carefully.Â
âWell, normally, you could bed someone and be rid of it. So, essentially, in a manner of speaking, you need to flush it out of your body immediately.âÂ
Astarion narrows his eyes, letting the insinuation sink into his brain.Â
âI see. Well. If youâll excuse me.â
âRight.â Gale steps to the side, scratching at his head. Â
An agonized groan escapes from Astarion on his second step. The world swirls around him, and he loses balance, crumpling to his knees. His arms tremble as he tries to maintain his precarious balance. âThis can't possibly be how I meet my end! This is far too pitiful for me."
âMy fanged friend,â Gale bends down slightly to grasp his shoulders, unaware that his touch makes his cock pulse with precum. His voice stirs something fizzy in Astarionâs stomach, his brain swoops, and he canât help it â he moans . Astarion tries to push the invading thoughts out of his brain, but they beat back at him, filling his mind with images of ripping away Galeâs clothes, shoving him into the ground, stretching him out âÂ
"No need for the dramatics. I can help you back to your tent, but after that, youâll need to muster the strength to combat this condition."Â
Never in his life â even throughout the endless forms of torture heâs endured under Cazadorâs hands â has Astarion ever felt like his cock might rot and fall off, but heâs certain heâll have to prepare a eulogy for it now. It takes everything in him to not reach out and grab Gale to ravage his mouth, his stomach twisting in agony at suppressing his urges. With desperation, he tugs at Gale's robes.Â
âI canât feel my legs.âÂ
He heaves a cough, and then a deafening ringing weighs down in his ears. Galeâs lips are moving but thereâs nothing coming out of them. Astarionâs mind glazes over so quickly that heâs hardly aware of being carried back to his bedroll, where he ends up sprawled on his back. Throbbing, white-hot lust singes through his body and coats deep in his core as he sucks in rapid breaths of air. His eyes clench shut in agony when the unbearable itch moves through his body and settles on his thighs.
âAstarion,â he hears Galeâs voice floating back into his head. He sounds so far away, but Astarion knows heâs right there, because a hand gently smacks at his cheek. He flinches as another wave rolls through his body at the touch. âIâve brought you to your tent. Can you open your eyes? I should take my leave, though it would be very uncomfortable for me to explain to the others how you died.âÂ
âDied? Donât you dare leave! No, no, stay and help me.â
âIâll remind you again, Astarion, you canât be healed of this, you need toââÂ
âI heard you the first â gods, ugh â the first time.â
His eyes flutter open to see Gale sitting beside him, tense with worry. Astarion doesnât register it, because suddenly, everything is so much slower around him. Everything in his vision dips, and then he only notices the wizardâs eyes swirling like rich brandy and dissolved sugar cubes so bright they could burn a hole in his body. There is a whole galaxy swimming and humming in Galeâs chest and all Astarion can think of is how he wants to plunge himself into it, to wrap his hands around the magic nestled deep inside and to squeeze until Gale comes undone under him and âÂ
â Oh ,â Astarion breathes, eyes drooping into glassy little crescents. Well, if this is how he dies, Astarion thinks, this is how he dies. A shame that heâll never get to plunge a stake through Cazadorâs chest. âDeath is so beautiful.âÂ
â...Precisely how much of this spiderâs blood did you consume?â Gale asks, his hands brushing Astarionâs hair off his soaked forehead. The touch makes the unbearable, painful heat in his body squeeze around him like a heavy chain. âYouâre scorching. You could give Karlach a run for all her gold.âÂ
âAll of it,â he barks out a harsh laugh. âOf course. Of course you drank all of the tainted spider blood. And of course â I'm the one that has the misfortune of being the only one awake when you come back from feeding on said spider...â Gale trails off, shaking his head.
"I loathe," Astarion grits out as he aggressively scratches at his neck, his long, sharp nails scraping vivid red lines under his jaw, âwasting a good meal. Wouldnât you know something about that?â
Gale stays silent, taking in a deep breath of frustration as he conjures a spell and casts it on Astarion. His arms drop sharply to his sides and his eyes shift to Galeâs face in confusion and anger.
âClearly, you cannot be trusted to be in charge of your own limbs right now.â There is an agonizingly long pause before Gale sighs, and continues, âAnd yes, youâre right, I can't fault you. I do know what it means to quell your hunger, lest the maddening thirst overwhelms you.âÂ
Astarionâs eyes grow wider and wider until his mouth falls wide open into the most feverish smile. âA lesson in overindulgence, slow down on your next decadent meal of boots, wizardâŚâÂ
His face drops.Â
âWait, Iâm dead. Iâm dead?âÂ
âYou are not dead.â
âIâm dying, then?â
"While I'm certainly no cleric, I can safely say youâre not dying â but you are in a state of delirium."
âOkay. Okay, if Iâm not dead,â he says, blinking up at Gale, trying to get rid of the stars speckling in his eyes. âThen you can help me purge this from my body â and I do mean help.âÂ
âHelpâŚâ He stares down at Astarion with a look of disbelief. âHelp, help? Ha! Yes, you are definitely out of your mind.âÂ
âYouâve only made this worse by touching me andâ and smelling so good â only a buffoon would touch the person in literal heat. My body has decided that it â needs you.âÂ
âI,â Gale starts and stops, his mouth settling into a thin, mortified line.Â
âWhat good is a mage who doesnât make use of his magic in times of true need?â Astarion babbles. âI canât do it myself, and you donât have to either, just. Let a mage hand do it. Itâs not like itâs youâre actually touching me â we wouldnât want that â but this way we can get it out without provoking me into a frenzied itching fit."
âI suppose I can make some concessions and â help you. We are both grown men, after all, and this is an emergency. However, we will be having a long chat about your lack of self preservation later,â Gale warns. He clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable, but then he conjures up the mage hand, and Astarion strains his head to glance in its direction. His vision corrects itself a few times, eyes crossing under his half open lids until he sees spectral hands, glowing a dim sapphire, poised and ready for its next command. Its cool fingers brush up his thigh, the vague touch causing little pin pricks to shudder down his spine, stopping at the top of his waistband.Â
âErr â are you ready?âÂ
âDonât ask stupid questions,â Astarion hisses.Â
His head feels too heavy for him to lift up anymore, and it falls back onto the pillow with a thud. The itch in his body is so extreme that he doesnât even care how pathetic he looks right now, but a voice in the back of his mind shouts at him: it's not too late to turn back â youâve lost enough of your dignity, tell Gale to leave! Deal with this on your own, weakling! Astarion stuffs it back into a crevice in his mind; right now, relief is all that matters. This â this desire is weakness, he knows, but he has an excuse this time. Itâs the spittleâŚÂ itâs not him.Â
âIâm only looking to see if thereâs anything else abnormal going on,â Gale assures him. âNot a second further.âÂ
The hand tugs at the fabric of his pants, then, his underwear; and he holds back a groan as his length is freed from the confines of his pants, rock solid and rigid. His cock is so extremely skin taut and bulging to the head, it looks like itâs suffocating at the tip. It seems almost bruised, tinged with deep shades of purple, nearly black at some spots. Gale coughs as he sees it for just a second before turning his head to the ceiling.Â
âWhat? What is it?â he strains, unable to muster up the strength to lift his head up to take a peek at whatâs happening between his legs.Â
âThe hue of it⌠I canât imagine that such discoloration is normal for you, regardless of your undead nature.âÂ
âSpeak. Plainly.â Astarion grits out between his teeth.Â
âItâs purple.â
âPurple? My cock?â
ââŚYes.âÂ
âOh â  gods. Itâs going to fall off. Iâm going to lose my cock. Iâm going to be a eunuch,â he splutters.
âYou are not going to lose anything. If I canât fix this then Iâll have to truly evaluate my skills as a wizard.â Â
He shudders out a heavy breath as Gale commands the hand to touch his cock. Itâs a gentle touch, hesitant to do anything more. âThis year, Gale,â Astarion croaks. The fingers wrap loosely around him, and thatâs enough to make him take a sharp breath. It starts to slowly stroke up and down, squeezing when it reaches the head, the magic radiating from the conjured hand seemingly sparking through his cock. "Faster." The hand falters for a second, before it follows his directions and works along his cock with more intensity. A tense minute of this passes before Gale breaks the heavy, shuddering silence.Â
âIs⌠is it all right?âÂ
âYes,â Astarion answers, but he thinks what he really needs is Galeâs touch â his real hands, not some conjured imagination of them. âNo â yes, but no, I need â I need â touch me,â he begs, fucking begs. If he was in a less unhinged state, Astarion would throw up from how pitiful he sounds.Â
âI am touching you,â Gale reminds him.
"Gale, damn it.â He barely notices the heavy way that Gale swallows through his dry mouth. âThatâs not what I mean.âÂ
The mage hand continues to move up and down in a seamless glide, spreading his precum around, coating his cock slick. Astarionâs so hard he could cut through steel, itâs so painful, and heâs leaking a puddle against his stomach. It feels goodâ yet... Itâs. Not. Enough. He canât come from this alone. His head tilts back as he pants, his hips attempting to hump up against the conjured hand for more. âIt hurts. It hurts so badly.â
Gale finally turns his head away from the tentâs ceiling to look at Astarion. His perturbed eyes bear into his skull. Heâs thinking, weighing an idea.
âPlease remember,â he mutters. âYou asked me to touch you.âÂ
With some degree of hesitance, he reaches a hand out to rub his fingers along the outside of Astarionâs right ear, gentle as he moves root to tip, running his thumb along the inner surface. Astarion lets out a gravelly moan, eyes crossing over as his mind is flooded with even more pleasure. Such an intimate act â reserved for the most cherished of lovers, Gale must know this â is not one that he can recall ever experiencing. Astarionâs reaction is instant; the caress has him trembling and on the brink of tears. At the same time, the arcane hand wraps its slick fingers tighter around his cock and gives faster, firmer strokes, twisting at the base and rubbing its thumb over the head with each pull.
âIt feels â okay?â Gale asks, voice barely above a whisper.
Astarion chokes out something between a laugh of disbelief and a whiney moan â what a stupid question, what a completely insensible thing to ask!
âTa,â he slurs, mind short circuiting, unable to push the answer â yes â out in common tongue.Â
Gale thankfully knows Elvish, he remembers, though it wouldnât matter much if he didnât, because anyone with half a brain can tell that whatever is going on is very much alright with Astarion. Another hand reaches out to curl over the shell of his left ear, fingers rubbing back and forth between the tip, down to gingerly pinching his earlobe.
Astarion writhes, deep gasps turning into shuddering purrs from his ears being stimulated. Frankly, it feels fucking shameless â the sensation overshadowing the thrusts of his cock against the mage hand. The only thing better that he can possibly imagine would be to have Galeâs pretty lips wrapped around his cock â and though he knows vaguely that there isnât a chance Gale will relent to that idea, he groans at the image, terribly pained, and horrifyingly, overwhelmingly aroused.Â
Gale probably mistakes the groan of pleasure for only a pained sound, because he whispers to him with sincerity, âYouâre okay, Astarion. Itâll be over soon. Youâre doing â youâre doing good. â
The comforting tone pulls a pathetic whimper from Astarion and he looks up at Gale, eyes pitched dark in lust as the hand pumps his cock. Astarion meets each one with a thrust of his own. Gale tries to break his gaze and fails, his own face flushed with arousal, his chest dimly glowing in the darkness of the tent. Astarion doesnât recognize the voice coming from his throat, whining for more, quicker, harder.
âDĂŠithe. Le do thoil.âÂ
Gods. Please.Â
The pace of the mage hand stroking his length speeds up, fist clenching more and more each time as it reaches around his tip, and Astarion feels the wave of his orgasm spiraling out from his belly already like Gale is actually pulling it out from him with a spell. His breath hitches, and his cock pulses with cum â so much cum âand it spills all over the blue fingers, thick and hot and seemingly endless. True relief washes through him, but itâs also agonizing in its own way, and Astarion can't help when a grateful, broken sob wrecks through his chest. Itâs over. Finally.Â
âBuĂochas, buĂochas, thank youââÂ
Before Astarion can even register it, the relief is short lived, and his cock is still hard as ever, still the same unsightly shade of purple. What the fuck. Itâs as if Gale didnât help at all. The only comfort is that the itch burning through his body has subsided. He can feel his legs again, and it seems that the spell on his arms has worn off. But his lust is full throttle, somehow worse than before; Astarion continues to want, to need.Â
âYou're stillââ Gale begins incredulously, but Astarion scrambles with all his strength to push him down on the ground before he can finish his sentence. His hands are all over Gale, fumblingly groping at his chest. Heâs hysterically turned on, mindlessly driven to seek more pleasure, more flesh, more anything from Gale by whatever the spittle blood is doing to his mind and body, and he makes a strangled noise when he pushes apart his cloak and sees it.
The outline of Galeâs cock straining in his pants.Â
A dark, wet spot at the top of the waistband.Â
Astarionâs hands tremble as they run down Galeâs chest to his soft thighs. âYouâre almost as hard as I am. Did you also drink something suspicious?â He leans in and braves just enough to place a finger at the outline of the tip. âNo. I caused this,â Astarion salivates. âNot an uncommon circumstance.âÂ
âYouââ Gale gasps, snatching Astarionâs wrist away. âYou are not in the right state of mind, Astarion.âÂ
âWhy state something so obvious?â Astarion gives a maniacal laugh. âNo! No, Iâm not fully in the same realm as you right now. But it doesnât matter. I want to thank you. Itâs only good manners, and I am nothing if not a gentleman.â
âThereâs no need to thank me. I mean, really, Iâm being completely sincere when I say I've changed my mind â you donât have to bring up this terribly maladroit situation at all ââÂ
âThen forget about thanks, darling, and just allow me the pleasure of pleasuring you,â he implores, looking back up at him, pupils blown wide. Let me, let me, let me . âIâm not so completely rat-arsed to not know that youâre hard because of me .â
His fingers trace over the waistband of Galeâs trousers, pulling them slightly so that he can see the soft, brown hair that deliciously trails from his navel. Astarion marvels at the feeling tugging at his chest: how he wants , and whatâs more, he carelessly wants to want.Â
Galeâs eyes flit across Astarionâs face, his own expression fraught with anxiety. âI need to go,â he says weakly. âOnce you regain your regular state of mind, youâll regret that I was the one to find you, to help you at all â this is a product of transient folly, spurred on by the spittle ââ
âPlease spare me from the precious coddling, it doesnât suit you at all.âÂ
Astarion spits the words out with venom. He wants to touch Gale so badly he might throw up, and for a second heâs sure that Gale is going to get up and walk away.  Good . Good, he should get up and leave. How fucking embarrassing, how utterly uncouth and vile is it of Astarion, to push himself further on a man who simply wanted to help him not writhe around in agony due to a stupid mistake he made?Â
But Gale.
Gale â he doesnât make a single move, his body might as well be frozen as he only offers a shaky breath, hand falling down to his side. Astarion canât let another second pass him by, just in case Gale does come to his senses and Astarion doesnât have the strength to accept it. He tugs his britches down to his thighs and Galeâs cock springs out against his stomach, already leaking and waiting at attention for him.Â
He swears thereâs two versions of himself â one in control of the body, the other one floating outsideâ Astarion can see through another perspective as he drools, spit leaking onto Galeâs hard cock; he can hear the exact second when it hits the tip. He slobbers more saliva in his hand, then spreads it all along the veiny length, admiring the difference compared to his own pale cock â itâs not as long, but itâs curved, and thick enough that Astarion practically feels the phantom weight of it already in his throat.
His thumb dips over the dribbling tip, swiping over beads of precum. Astarion is mesmerized by the sight of it, by the erratic breathing from the man under him. Itâs like heâs been bestowed a holy gift â and itâs all overwhelming for someone as impious as Astarion to accept it, but accept it he will. He drinks it all in at first, savoring the way he slowly works his fist; base to tip, then tip tortuously slow back down to base. Then, he speeds up with a fervor, and thatâs when Galeâs hands reach to fold over his â and heâs so entranced he doesnât even look up.Â
But itâs not that Gale makes him stop. He doesnât make him pull off from him. He doesnât even say anything at all. He just forces Astarion to slow down.Â
They're like that for a while, quiet, two pairs of hands moving up and down together, making the maddening lust inside of Astarion simmer and boil. The slick sounds and the way that Galeâs chest quickly rises and falls threatens to set Astarion ablaze if he doesnât get his mouth around his cock immediately .Â
âDid Mystra ever deign to get on her knees for her darling little mage?â
âSheâ she is the Mother of Magic , Astarion,â Gale chides him, like he is some kind of unruly child.Â
âThatâs a no, then.âÂ
He takes his left hand off and pins one of Galeâs hands to his side and leans in to trace his lips along the fat head of Galeâs cock. The groan that falls from Galeâs lips makes it obvious that itâs been a long, long time since anyone, no less Mystra, has shown the worshiper what it means to be worshiped.Â
Poor Gale. A man who has had the unique privilege of making astral love with a literal Goddess, and yet, he is so starved of basic touch. Astarion feverishly contemplates what it means to be devout as he licks a slow stripe up Galeâs cock, savoring the taste of vaguely herbal skin, tongue lingering on the veins that line his length. Mystra be damned â Astarion will find out how it feels to hold Gale in his hands and pull tautly at all his strings.To desire and to be desired, oh, isnât it all the same, so foreign in their intertwining? Itâs a near violent, possessive urge: the need for Gale to remember the way his tongue works like a prayer, to recite it over and over in his memory long after tonight.Â
He realizes, grimly, that Gale will be the first living, free person to remember him in this way.
Astarion then looks up through his lashes, dismayed to see Galeâs expression: curious but somewhat flat, like heâs simply observing. Writing mental notes to review later. Thatâs certainly not an expression Astarion has ever seen while in this delicate position, and he decides heâs not fond of it â it better change, he thinks, before he says something needlessly cruel. He slides the head of Galeâs cock between his lips, before closing them around the crown; then, he drags his tongue along the underside and then up the slit, tasting the droplets of precum pooling at the top. He watches Gale the entire time, unblinking, and he hums with satisfaction when Galeâs eyes widen in awe; his attention shifting to suck all around the leaking cock, making it messy with spit and flat tongue.
âGods above,â Gale whispers, voice raspy, hands sliding up to his silvery curls. Astarion groans, closing his eyes, letting the fingers in his hair guide his motions, slurping and tightening his mouth when he feels Gale involuntarily jerk against it. âThis â ah, this , isnât any form of gratitude Iâm familiar with.â
Astarion hollows out his mouth and slides his cock all the way back, so far down his throat that Gale makes an incoherent noise. The sounds of Gale teetering on the edge of his hushed composure is too much for his over-stimulated brain â Astarion juts his hand down to his still viciously hard cock, tugging at it harshly. What is a prayer compared to the sanctity of Galeâs moans? Theyâre such sweet, hesitant little cracks under the way Astarionâs throat works like it wants to wring his cock out completely dry.Â
Astarionâs head wobbles from it all. Is he really after Galeâs cum or is it still his blood? Maybe heâs only after some of the sanity heâs currently missing, rattling around in Galeâs brain. Maybe itâs all of the above, everything. He gasps for air as he pulls away, long strands of spit and precum connecting his mouth to Galeâs cock.Â
âTell me, Gale,â Astarion grins like a madman, pupils so blown that thereâs just a sliver of crimson around the rims. âIs the regret settling in yet?â
âYes,â Gale groans, frustration lacing his tone. Astarionâs face falters at the answer and his stomach almost drops, but then he feels fingers grasping around his curls. âI regret knowing that mouth â itâs completely wicked.âÂ
âYouâre not a liar, right?â Astarion asks, fluttering kisses all around Galeâs cock. âHave you thought about my mouth before?â
Gale nearly hisses in disapproval at the question: â Astarion .â
âYou have, havenât you?âÂ
âAnyone would, when youâre constantly boasting about your skills ,â Gale grimaces, as if admitting such a thing is painful.Â
Astarion nailâs scrape against the base of Galeâs cock, causing him to tense against his grasp. Heâs not sure why he needs to hear this so badly. âHave you touched yourself, thinking of me?â
Gale is breathless, but he gives him a straight answer, no wit involved.
âYes.âÂ
Something snaps in Astarion at the admission and his hands shake when they go to tug Galeâs pants further down to his ankles, eliciting a surprised groan from him. Astarion pulls him apart and palms his ass, watching as he shudders, then dives in with a long, messy lick along his perineum. He laps at him, rolling his tongue around the tight rim of muscles, then sinks inside, burying his tongue in while Galeâs whole body shakes under him. Astarionâs cock leaks as he buries his tongue in and out, completely and blindly overtaken by desire. He's frantic and needy as he alternates between sucking sloppy kisses against the rim and intense licking; one hand hooking under Galeâs knee to lift him, the other snaking down to grasp Gale's cock to pump it in tandem with each lap. He listens as Galeâs breathing becomes more raw and ragged as he pulls at Astarionâs hair.
âAstarion,â Gale strains, â Astarion, please, just ââÂ
The moan that tumbles out from Astarion feels like it has been punched out of him. Oh, he thinks, how lovely â Gale has never sounded better than with Astarionâs name on his lips, itâs such beautiful pleading â he could get used to it.
His original goal was to make Gale come apart under his tongue, but he thinks of something else, another wicked way to make the mage fall apart, to come closer to the same raving lunacy that Astarion is experiencing. One that involves less mental juggling of hand and mouth. Astarion pulls his mouth away, pushes forward and climbs onto his lap. They look at each other with a shared gasp when their slick, aching cocks meet, rubbing together.Â
âYouâ weâ we should stop.â Gale strains, angling to push him away. âYou donât know what youâre doing.âÂ
Astarion scoffs, sinking further over him. âI know exactly what Iâm doing to you.â Galeâs cock twitches against his and he licks his lips, baring his teeth as he simpers. âAnd you like it.âÂ
âThis â this could be too much for the orb in my chest â no matter how stabilized it is. I could be in danger of exploding, quite literally.â
Sweet Gale, exaggerating and trying to do the right thing, however late â and fruitless â at this point. If they stop now , what difference does it make?
âWhat a delightful death we could have,â Astarion ignores him, before he sways his hips and lines their cocks even closer together.
Gale whines as Astarion reaches over to put his palms on top of Galeâs, guiding them to wrap around both of their cocks. He gathers up more spit in his mouth to drool over each one; they both shudder as they squeeze their lengths together, sticky cock against sticky cock, threads of precum connecting their heads during the seconds they separate. Their cocks slide together, slippery with Astarionâs spit and Galeâs precum, rocking jointly in an ungraceful motion. Galeâs clearly overly stimulated, but Astarion doesnât let up, he canât even if he wanted to â he is a man, no, a creature possessed â he pumps faster, rougher, and makes their cocks push up harder into their palms.Â
âAstarion,â Gale chokes out, and he sounds so wrecked, itâs almost enough to convince Astarion that heâs under the influence of the same spittle as well. Galeâs head hits backwards on his pillow, eyes rolling as Astarionâs wild stare burns deep into him, unable to look away from his face. âAh, I canât ââÂ
âYou can,â Astarion breathes, stroking and tightening their grips on their cocks painfully. âThereâs absolutely nothing you canât do. Youâre the great Gale of Waterdeep. BĂ buachaill maith, agus tar chugam.âÂ
Be a good boy, and come for me.
Immediately, Gale keens and his whole body lifts off, thick pearly streaks of his cum spraying across his stomach and chest. Astarion quickly follows with his own orgasm, panting, drooling over Gale, eyes fluttering with satisfaction. âThere you go,â Astarion breathes, milking Gale through his tremors, nearly unphased by the way his own muscles constrict and release like a spring. âYou deserve it for being so helpful. My little laoch .â My little hero.
And even after Gale is done, when heâs shaking and cumdrunk from emptying himself, Astarion strokes his raw and still hard length against Galeâs softening cock, playing with the cum pooling between them. Astarion swipes his sticky fingers through their cum and brings them to his lips, sliding them deep into his mouth. He makes a show of lapping between his fingers, holding eye contact with Gale, who is so delightfully flushed he looks like he can barely breathe. Gods, he is so pretty like this.Â
âWhen were you going to tell me you were so delicious?âÂ
Gale shudders in sensitivity as Astarion goes back to swirling his thumb over Galeâs cockhead, rubbing up and down their cocks. Heâs so unbearably hard, he thinks madly that heâs going to have to slit his wrists and force some of his tainted blood into Galeâs mouth to make him understand. âAstarion, for the Gods sake,â Gale stutters, trying to regain his coherency and attempting to pull away. âIâm not in an altered state like you â t-thereâs nothing left from me.â
The utterly detestable thought of ignoring Gale crosses his mind, and Astarion is tempted to listen to it. To give into the sickly demand of his body. He thinks he would kill for it, could kill for it: to flip Gale over and hook his fingers around his pink lips and plunge his cock inside and fuck him deep until thereâs nothing left, nowhere to go, until one of them â it doesnât matter which â sobs from it, passes out from it.
No, he thinks, horrified.
Rational. Be rational. Think.Â
Itâs the spittle.Â
He needs it gone , Astarion tells himself, itâs making him drag this out, glossing over the uncomfortable reality thatâs bound to settle in between them after all is said and done. His jaw tenses as he looks down at Gale, nervous, jelly-soft, not anywhere near fucked out like Astarion desperately wants.Â
âFine, fine. I think thereâs another way I could flush the rest outâŚâ Astarion murmurs, eyeing Galeâs neck.Â
âMy blood ? Let me remind you that it's not exactly a delicacy, Astarion.âÂ
âIt doesnât matter â the weave magic pulsing through has to be strong enough to combat whatâs in my body.âÂ
âIf you think you can choke it down,â Gale takes a deep inhale. âFar be it from me to prolong your⌠condition. Intriguing to see how my blood interacts with yours, given the current circumstances, but donât expect me to do anything if it happens to set you on fire, or something of the sortâŚâ
There is no gentleness to it â no trepidation like the night when Astarion first grazed his two tips against Tavâs neck. Hardly a second passes by before his sharp nails dig into Galeâs shoulders, pinning him down, fangs sinking into his neck with reckless abandon. Astarion draws in deep, greedy pulls of blood and Galeâs pulsing life source gushes into his mouth and down his throat, bizarre and laced with a sharp, arcane bitterness. He chokes after the first few gulps, pulling away to suck in air, âHells ââÂ
Gale wobbles his head at him. Despite the pain in his neck, heâs concerned.
âAstarion, are youââÂ
He snakes his fingers through Galeâs hair and forcefully yanks his head back, baring his neck again. Astarionâs teeth pierces the flesh once more, latching on and swallowing despite the intensity of it prickling down his throat like jagged shards of glass, driven solely by the way Galeâs blood thrums with furious energy. Small trails of blood drip out from his mouth, sliding down his chin as he desperately drinks and drinks. He delights in the whimpers it draws from Gale and rubs his cock against his stomach, angling for another release like an animal. Astarion feels like he could suck the very soul out of Gale, steal it for himself, fit it right within his chest, he wants to, he wants to, he wants to. When Gale slides a hand up his abdomen and wraps his fingers around his cock, a moan gurgles from Astarionâs throat, and his thoughts fizzle out as he completely surrenders to the feeling.Â
His body surges forward with all the grace of a rabid creature as Gale pumps his cock vigorously and clumsily, biting down pained noises as Astarion sucks and sucks from the juncture of his neck. He groans something guttural, and then, he comes so hard his vision blacks out entirely. His cock shoots out ropes of cum across Galeâs body, marking his thighs and stomach, causing a sticky, mess between them.Â
The world finally, finally starts to slowly realign.
He feels utterly weightless as he retracts his fangs from Galeâs tender flesh. Theyâre both perspiring profusely, sweat pouring from their bodies, panting against each other in the stillness of his tent. When his ears stop buzzing, he can hear Galeâs thundered pulse ringing a vibrant rhythm in his ears and â itâs beautiful. Itâs so alive . Astarion doesnât want to mourn the loss of it yet, holding on to that crackly feeling beating unsteady around him. He presses their chests and thighs together, bringing a trembling hand up, smearing whatâs left of the blood on his jaw into his mouth, pressing it along his tongue and against his gums.Â
âYour blood tastes soâŚâ Astarion closes his eyes. He mulls it over, tracing around the ridges of his mouth, under the tip of his fangs. âItâs unlike anything Iâve ever had . Iâm not sure what the right word would be. Nauseating. Or perhaps revolting?â âDonât act like I didnât caution you.â
âRancid? Putrid? Could be used as a torture method for prisoners of war?âÂ
âAlright, youâve made your point very clear. I sincerely apologize that my blood is not to your refined taste.âÂ
âHmm. Well. Taste can be acquired.âÂ
Astarion leans his head in and licks at the wound, contemplating it as Gale shivers around him, a hand snaking up to his waist with a firm squeeze.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself. If you think thatâs happening again,â Gale says, with the worldâs worst conviction, âYouâre sorely mistaken.â He waves his shaky hand, muttering a spell quietly, and then, the both of them are clean from the mess they've made of each other.Â
Even though heâs wired , Astarionâs simultaneously exhausted. He could retort something about how Gale should be afraid â should feel absolutely foolish â now that heâs gotten a taste of what it means to be filled with such special, arcane energy. Now that he knows how it feels to actually enjoy making someone come undone under him. That perhaps Gale has made an addict out of him, in more ways than one.
He could tell him all that, and it would all be true. But heâll settle for being honest about something much more mundane.Â
âYou know what was good?â
âDo tell me, Astarion, Iâm dying to hear all your revelations tonight.âÂ
âFor once, everyone was right about one thing. Your stew, darling, it was delicious, Iâll never doubt your culinary skills again.âÂ
âWell, I already knew that, but Iâm glad youâre admitting it. Maybe next time you wonât run away if I happen to offer you some sourdough.â
âOnly if you leave the bread slicing to someone else,â Astarion snorts as he draws away from the nape of Galeâs neck, exposing the fresh wound to air. He pushes himself off from his chest and falls to the side, draping his legs lazily around the other manâs legs, resting a head on his shoulder.Â
âIâm completely drained â pun intended, â Gale mumbles, âAnd not too righteous to admit that I can't keep my eyes openâŚâÂ
There is so much of Gale in his veins that Astarion is sure that he will burst if he moves even an inch, that it will all leak out of his chest, a violaceous firecracker just waiting to erupt from every pore in his body. Yet itâs the way that his legs are gracelessly hooked around Galeâs thighs that makes it all die down. He wraps himself a little more around the sanctuary of Galeâs body, sinking into the embrace. Thereâs no chance that heâs getting up any time soon; heâs on a cloud, bathed in sunlight, and thereâs no more scorching pain. Just warmth, and only the right amount of it.Â
Three breaths are all it takes for Gale to slip into the realm of sleep, and Astarion stiffens at the unfamiliar concept of spending the night with him. âGale,â he whispers.
Even his name fizzes on Astarionâs tongue.Â
When Gale doesnât stir, Astarion thinks it would be unkind to disturb him any further. Not that being kind really matters at all to him, but, well. Iâll blame it on the spittle in the morning, he thinks, hypnotized by the gentle, barely there rhythm of Galeâs heartbeat and the rapid torrent of magic coursing through his own veins.Â
Before he realizes it, he slips away too.Â
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Hi! Have you done a first meeting for the kelpie!au? Would love to see Magnus' first reaction to Alec and realizing he accidentally acquired a partner but definitely wants to keep him
i have!!! here you go i hope you enjoy it
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Magnus isnât sure what has his magic so on edge. So vibrantly agitated that itâs almost impatient in the way it begs his attention but then stalls, as if unsure what to do or where to go.
Itâs strange but itâs hardly dangerous, so Magnus ignores it and focuses on finishing his chores.
Thereâs a dead seelie that requires discreet disposal. Â
Magnus isnât normally one to use the same place too often, but something about the particular lake he portals to has always beckoned to him. Between the fact that the lake is hidden in a naturally made rift and using some rather clever warding magic, the lake has remained undisturbed for decades.
Magnus feels content and welcome in the wild and natural beauty of the very well hidden lake, a feeling that is rare and so all the more valuable.
Itâs all the more strange that it's one of the only places that Magnus can consistently dispose of annoyances without worrying about evidence.
Because Magnus has tested it, nothing that he ever gets rid of resurfaces, as if the tranquil lake holds an abyss beneath her waters.
It feels right, to throw the bodies into the stillness of the giant lake and use magic to drag them quickly to the bottom. Magnus isnât sure what consumes the bodies, but he knows itâs efficient and that the sprites and fauna thrives off of both the bodies and his magic.
Itâs a slow day and his list of necessary things is done, so Magnus summons himself a blanket, takes off his shoes and socks, and dips his toes into the cool, blue shallows.
Magnus takes a moment and just breathes in the wild magic of the air and the scent of shadow lilies that bob in the shallows.
There are little fish that chase the glints of sunlight through the shallows. A few braver ones nibbling shyly at his toes.Â
It tickles unexpectedly and Magnus canât help his reflexive jerk. It scares away the fish and Magnusâ toes catch on a sharp rock with a sting and a little bloom of pink before the water washes it away.Â
Magnus heals it without a thought and as the fish return, he lets himself relax back into the warm sun. It takes several minutes for his spine to tense and his instincts flare with alarm and Magnus knows someone is watching him.
There is a very focused presence on him. Magnusâ instincts can feel the intensity and weight of his watcher to his bones.
He opens his eyes slowly, preparing magic and blinks.
There is a very gorgeous, naked fae in front of him. Heâs covered in small scars and what might be runes and his long hair is in a tangled braid, twined with vine and bone.
Heâs so utterly perfect and heâs glaring at Magnus.Â
An enticing pout sits on the downturned curve of his mouth as he wades closer. Each step bares more of him as water sluices off his muscles and Magnus leans back on his elbows, enjoying the view.
âItâs been over four decades.â Magnus is told calmly but grumpily. âI appreciate you valuing me so much. But I am tired of waiting. Consider me wooed.â
The man is in front of Magnus by the time heâs finished speaking and he drops a small bag before he climbs ânaked and dripping wetâ right into Magnusâ lap and sits down like itâs his due.
 Like he belongs there.
Magnus finds that he does not mind.Â
Any of this.
Magnusâ mind is working quickly to piece together an idea of what happened. But he has to be careful as he tests his theory. Thereâs no safe way to make a mistake with a fae and the one in his lap will be gone if Magnus gets it wrong.
âAnd did you enjoy it, my wooing you?â Magnus asks and he puts a proprietary hand on the manâs ass, pulling him closer. Muscles tense under his grip and Magnus clenches his fingers hungrily.Â
It earns him a pleased hum of agreement and damp fingers petting down Magnusâ silk sleeves, tracing the way the silk hugs Magnus biceps.Â
âDo I get to know my lovely boyâs name?â Magnus asks, still slow and careful as he figures out just what is his to take.Â
âAlec. Alexander, for you.â Is murmured against his cheek like a confession, like itâs a gift. As if that part of him now belongs to Magnus and Magnus feels the shiver of power in his words.Â
Cool lips brush his jaw and Magnus is hanging onto his control by a thread.Â
âRagnor had better be bloody thrilled than his stupid little lectures on âself-restraintâ and âno sex with fae until you know what the cost isâ have been drilled into Magnusâ instinctsâ
âIâm Magnus, darling.â Magnus pets Alexanderâs flank with his free hand and chuckles when his muscles jump at the touch. âSensitive, arenât you?â He asks and then reminds himself not to be distracted. Heâs still not sure exactly how this misunderstanding happened.Â
âI owe you a gift for taking so long when youâve been so patient. What should I get you, hmm? Tell me.â
Itâs better to be as direct with fae as possible. Magnus needs to keep his wits as much as he can until this thing between them is settled.Â
Alexander pauses from where heâs been clumsily trying to rip off Magnusâ clothes. And Magnus really needs to figure out if this is a sexy thing, or a âyou owe me your heart literallyâ kind of thing.Â
Quickly.
âYouâve been wooing me for decades.â Alexander says, voice puzzled and his gaze continually slides from meetings Magnus own; to looking hungrily at Magnus torso.
âWhy would I need more gifts when youâre finally here? Youâve fed me for years and you finally let me taste your blood!â Alexander gives a huff of outrage, face dark as he tugs harder on Magnusâ vest âgrumbling at how complicated the whale bone pearl buttons that Magnus loves are.Â
âI donât want an apology gift! I want to know how youâre going to finally bond with me when you have all of this on?â Alexander complains as he finally gives up on the buttons. It's so sincere and endearing that Magnus has to fight back laughter.
He succeeds only because this is not a laughing matter.
And because Alexander will not take his frustrations over a slow courtship being laughed at well. Itâs easier than it should be to refocus and itâs only because the thought of fucking Alexander steals away his breath.
âOh, this is for you. Luck and protection, the others are for later, this was the first.â Alexander says now that his hands are avoiding Magnus' abused buttons.Â
And Magnus finds that he would sacrifice every single tailored waistcoat in his extensive wardrobe to get those hands back on him.
Instead Alexander reaches up to his braid and unhooks a small pendant.Â
Itâs a bone carved with runes and itâs not newly carved. Itâs several decades old and the magic itâs steeped in is Magnusâ magic. It literally projects a bloodthirsty aura but when Magnus holds it, all he can feel is the protective energy it pushes into him, a flip of fate lingering in the bone.Â
It takes a moment and then Magnus understands.
Magnus killed with magic, disposed of the bodies here with magic and Alexander accepted what he thought were courtship offerings before harvesting and devouring those kills.
Which means that Magnus accidentally started one of oldest and primal unseelie courtship rituals.
Specifically with the implied intentions of exclusivity, as well as presenting himself as the dominant suitor as a provider and caretaker for Alexander.Â
As the bigger predator.
As the greater threat.
And Alexander wants Magnus.Â
Wants everything that Magnus has accidentally asked for and he is actively irritated that Magnus has made him wait so long.Â
But he has waited. Waited willingly for decades while Magnus unknowingly wasted time where he could have had this patient, good boy always in his lap.Â
Years Magnus shouldnât have had to suffer being alone and thinking no one would ever want everything he has to give.Â
Years where he didnât believe anyone could want him. Let alone want him enough to wait.Â
Years being too much, when for Alexander heâs enough.Â
Years where everything Magnus has ever craved and been denied, was waiting for him.Â
Longing for him.Â
So even though Magnus can still break the ritual he doesnât want to.Â
Instead he smiles.
Alexander wants to submit to Magnus and who is Magnus to deny him that pleasure when he, himself wants Alexander to submit,
Magnus will never let Alexander find out that their courtship was an accident. Heâs going to bind Alexander to him, as if it was his purpose all along, and then Magnus is going to keep him.
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OKAY so because this canon confirmation has me ABSOLUTELY MELTING DOWN, I need y'all to know that "Adar wants children but his spouse does not and this leads to tragedy" has been THE ENTIRE THESIS STATEMENT OF MY FICVERSE ADAR SINCE DAY 1.
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excerpt from chapter 3: Shadow (adar = eren)
There have been fell winds swirling about the lake of late, Tata says, carrying whispers of a dark hunter who walks abroad, seeking for wayward elves who stray from their home. Two of their kindred had vanished days after Eren and ErenyĂŤ had set out, along with six of Enelâs people. And he counseled that none of the kindreds should pass beyond the boundaries of the forest that ringed around the lake at CuiviĂŠnen. âRather,â he says, raising his voice so that all who stood close could hear, âlet us look to the propagation of our people. For we will find strength in numbersâbut as all who slept have now awakened, we must bring about our own kindred, and conceive sons and daughters who will themselves multiply in turn.â
A shadow passes over ErenyĂŤâs face at Tataâs pronouncement, and as they sup with their kindred later, he notices her steely silence. Later, at the resting time, as they take their place beneath a willow by the lake that they had come to call theirs, he prods her gently:
âMight not it be best to follow Tataâs counsel? To settle here awhile, and have a child of our own?â
His voice is hopeful as he thinks of young FinwĂŤ, and of the elf-mothers who heâd seen holding their babes in their arms, and the elf-fathers who taught their sons to swim in the waters and forage the hills. How wonderful it must be, he thinks, to have a life so fresh and new to tend and teach!
He imagines ErenyĂŤ cradling a childâtheir childâin her arms, how she might sing to them of trees and far off lands, and how he would teach them to number the stars. It is an image so pure and good, that it fills his body with warmth, and he desires it almost as fiercely as he desires ErenyĂŤ herself. A son or a daughter, it did not matterâfor he knows he will love either beyond imagining, being the offspring of their blissful union. Â
But ErenyĂŤâs face grows darker still.
âI cannot,â she professes. For the coming of a child would surely put an end to her wanderings, and she cannot bear the thought of giving up her beloved wilderness.
âSurely it need not be forever,â he coaxes. âFor our child will grow, as all children do. And then we can return, together, to the forest paths you love so much.â
âAnd what if nothing remains of those paths?â she asks, sitting up from her reclined position and turning to face him squarely. Her voice is urgent, and he understands now just how heavily what theyâd seen in the Greenwood weighs on her. âThere is an evil that stalks the forest. Maybe it is this hunter of which they speak. But we have seen the threat, and we cannot turn away from it. We must discover its cause. And if none of our kindred are willing, then I must go alone.â Â
Her words are a blow to his heartâa splintering sensation that cracks between his ribsâas he realizes she means not only to defy Tataâs will, but to forsake him if she must.
She has handed him a choice yet again, and it seems even harsher and more bitter than the last.
Her face blurs before him as his eyes sting with the onset of threatening tears, so deeply had her words struck him. For a moment, he is confused; he has only ever known tears to come with happiness and laughterâbut these tears are something new entirely, his first taste of sorrow.
It is a powerful, murky emotion that quickly takes hold deep within. And while sorrow holds sway, fear, also, is re-kindled in his heart. His mind is filled suddenly with a conjured image of ErenyĂŤ alone, standing before a great, gaping darkness that threatens to consume her, utterlyâand he is overcome by the thought of losing her to it.
He feels her arms encircle him, words of apology tumbling from her lips as she realizes just how deeply she has wounded him. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, shedding quiet tears both for the child he is to be denied and for their now-uncertain future and the dangers that await.
He marvels grimly at the contradiction of his spouse: at the same time, she is both sweetness and stoneâsoft, and yet unyielding. He knows their course is setâand he could sooner change it as re-arrange the stars in the heavens above.Â
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Chapter 3: Really just a simple favour
Please note there are mentions of suicide/substance abuse in this chapter, so reader discretion is advised.
This has got to be one of the most uncomfortable dates of all time. Not that you've been on many, but if this is what dating is like, you think it's time to ask your parents for an arranged marriage. And it's not that your date is ugly or anything too. Stan's wearing an oversized blue and red jacket with a pair of ripped blue jeans. He has a little bit of scruff on his chin, with his hair dyed blonde rather than natural, something you could tell by his black roots still showing. He didn't look so much like a creep as Kyle predicted, more like a washed up rock star wearing clothes from the kids section of a Wal-Mart. But your main problem with him is how fucking boring he's acting right now.
You've been making polite conversation with him for the past 5 minutes, and he's giving you nothing to work with. When you asked about his day so far, he gave you a curt 'fineâ, then didn't bother to ask about yours. So you try again, telling him that you recently started a job at a law firm, but he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but listening to you.
What a dick you think. I mean, he was the one who practically begged to have this date with me, yet he's acting like I'm not even here! Fuck my life.
âHey, do you have any friends you think you could set me up with?" He asks, and it takes all your willpower to not openly slap him across the face.
Is he insane? Or does he find me so utterly awful that he's decided he's done with this date and wants to start planning his next one. Piece of shit.
"Like any cute friends?" He asks again. "Anyone with, let's say, straight black hair and choppy bangs in the front. And black eyes you can feel your soul getting lost in, that make you feel safe and like she's gonna take care of you forever... Oh, and a pink beret, maybe in some childhood photos or maybe still now?"
"Wendy? Are you asking about my roommate Wendy?"
His eyes light up when you mention her name and you feel your heart sink.
"Wait, so you asked me on a date only so you could get one with my roommate? Are you fucking serious? Nah, fuck you and fuck whatever this is." You get up to leave and make it out the door before he grabs you by the arm.
"Y/N please. I swear, I never meant to play you or anything, I'm not that kind of guy. Just let me explain." Stan pleads with you.
"Did you set up this date because you genuinely like me or because you're a stalker creep who likes my roommate so much that you'd do anything to get with her? Cause if it's the second one, that explains everything to me right there." You say, and he turns silent.
You look at your phone and the clock reads 6:15. You wonder if Kyle's still nearby when Stan interrupts your thoughts.
âLook, Y/N. I'm sorry, it's true. I did set up this date because I wanted you to help me get in touch with Wendy, but please hear me out. I met Wendy when we were in pre-school, and I've been in love with her ever since. We were one of those on again-off again couples in middle school, but during high school I fucked up. She broke up with me and moved away for college, while I stayed in that shithole town and let the loneliness consume me. I hated myself for letting her get away, for losing one of the most perfect girls to ever exist. But I came to my senses, decided enough was enough and came here."
You hate how sincere he sounds, and you feel yourself sympathizing with him. With a heavy sigh, you start walking back to your apartment, and motion for him to follow.
"I don't know Wendy that well, but I really like her. Also, she's doing well right now. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some douchey ex of hers come into her life and screw it all up. So I have to know the full story, which you're gonna tell me as we walk back to my apartment. If it's good enough, I'll invite you in to meet her, but if not, you leave both her and I the hell alone. Deal?"
He sighs loudly, but nods his head and reluctantly starts following you home.
"Deal. So, it all started when my friend Eric Cartman got an anal probe..."
âŚ
Hearing Stan talk about his middle school relationship with Wendy softens your heart towards him, if only a little. The way he used to throw up when she talked to him, and how she paid a group of Iraqis to capture one of their teachers whom he had a crush on and shoot her into the sun. Okay the second one sounds kind of crazy, but it's obvious that they cared for each other a lot, at least when they were young. But when discussing what happened to them in high school, Stan freezes up.
"I fucked up. I really fucked it all up. Everyone else knew exactly what they were doing with their lives, and I had no fucking clue what to do with mine. I got really depressed, and turned to alcohol to numb the pain. My dad's an alcoholic, so maybe it's just something I inherited. But I pushed everyone away. My family, my best friends, and especially Wendy. She tried her hardest to get me to quit, to try and salvage what we had. But she broke up with me, saying that she couldn't watch me kill myself, and that it was time for her to move on. I was so wrapped up in all my shit that I didn't even care. I didnât put up a fight, just watched her leave. I stayed in South Park while I watched everyone else get on with their lives, and all I wanted was to be back in middle school, when my friends didn't look at me with pity in their eyes and the love of my life was still mine."
So far, he had been walking alongside you while talking, but now he stops in his tracks and stares at the ground for a moment before his next words.
"I tried to kill myself two months ago."
Your eyes widen, seeing him so vulnerable like this. He turns to look up at the star pierced night sky which had befallen the both of you, obviously trying to will away the tears which were forming in his eyes. You're about to step forward and try to comfort him but he resumes walking, so you follow him while he continues on with what he was saying.
"Well, not really. It wasn't like I got a noose or a gun and just ended it. I had been on a three day bender with my dad's hidden supply, and in my drunken state I stumbled onto some train tracks. And I saw the train heading towards me, yet I didn't move. I think the alcohol was a way for me to slowly kill myself, but here was the perfect opportunity to finish the job. And my mind was hazy, and I thought that getting run over was exactly what I wanted. But then the train got closer and closer, and I hesitated. Was this really how my life was gonna end? Having achieved nothing, dying alone on some fucking train tracks? I had wanted to go back to my middle school self so bad, but would he have liked how I turned out? The train was a couple miles away when I hopped off the tracks, I was still so close my beanie flew off by the gust it generated from passing me. But I was alive, and had reached a moment of clarity. I didn't want to revert back to my middle school self. I want to become a man my middle school self is proud to grow up into. A man whose family and friends still care for him, and is still dating the girl of his dreams. So I checked myself into rehab, determined to change my mindset and ways."
He lets out a heavy sigh, and you pat him reassuringly on the back. He continues.
"I got out a couple weeks ago, and my first thought was to reunite with Wendy. She was the one who always had faith that I could recover, and with her by my side I would be able to get a job, reconnect with my friends, conquer anything. But I needed to know how she felt about me now, and when I found out that you were her roommate, I figured you were the one to talk to."
"But why not just ask me to help you? Why'd you ask me out on a date instead?"
"To be honest, I just thought it would be the quickest way to get your attention. Sorry for the way I acted on it by the way. I swear I'm a much more interesting guy to be around, but I was so worried about how'd you react to what I was gonna ask you that I guess I was kind of rude. My bad. But now that you've heard me out, you'll help and re-introduce me to her, right?"
You're in front of your apartment building now, and Stan's looking at you expectedly. You don't know what to think about everything heâs just told you, and him staring at you with puppy dog eyes isn't helping. You turn your back to him, and try to recollect your thoughts. He seems genuinely sorry about how he treated Wendy in the past, but does that mean he's changed?
You wheel around and look straight into his eyes as you say your next words.
"'ĐkĐ°Ń.â
His face breaks out into a massive smile, but you hold up one finger indicating that you're not done.
"I'II help, under some conditions. And you're not meeting her until all these conditions have either been completed or agreed to. 1. You clean yourself up, both mentally and physically." You look him up and down, and raise an eyebrow.
"Mainly physically. Get some better clothes, clean up that scruff you call a beard sitting on your face, etc. 2. You get a job. Wendy deserves a guy who's stable, both mentally and financially. And 3. If you meet her again and she wants nothing to do with you, you suck it up and move on with your life. No weird stalking, no setting up a date with another one of her friends, nothing. Until then though, I'll help you get your life together. We can meet up tomorrow, when you should've already completed condition 1, and we can work on condition 2. Here's my number, don't abuse it."
You stick your hand out for his phone, and type your number into it. He takes it back and has a small smile on his face.
"Thanks. For everything. Even the small possibility of seeing her again makes my heart feel whole."
You let out a matching small smile. He does seem like a really sweet guy, and you can only hope he's serious about changing.
"I'll text you tomorrow when and where to meet up. Goodnight Stan."
And with that, you leave him standing on the street, and wonder what the hell you're gonna tell Wendy.
âŚ
You decide to not tell Wendy about your date with Stan. Youâll find out how she feels about him as per Stan's request, but there's no reason for that to happen tonight. You walk into your room and practically collapse on your bed. Everything about today drained you, and the urge to sleep it all away is getting stronger and stronger. But before your droopy eyes fully close, your phone vibrates twice from an unknown texter. Assuming it's Stan, you breathe a heavy sigh. So much for the 'don't abuse itâ rule that came with your number. But you sit up straight when you actually read what it says.
Unknown Number - Hey Y/N, it's Kyle
Unknown Number - I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. So text me when you do.
You can't stop your face from smiling. You save his number into your phone and reply back.
Y/N - i came home a couple minutes ago, thanks for checking in âĄ
Kyle ⥠- How'd it go?
Kyle ⥠- The date, I mean
You try not to read into why he cares about that. Probably just trying to make conversation, right?
Y/N - It wasn't what I anticipated, but the guy seems pretty nice so we're gonna meet up again tomorrow.
He leaves you on read for a while, only replying back five minutes later with a curt:
Kyle ⥠- Nice to hear. Goodnight Y/N.
He doesn't say anything else, leaving you to wonder what the hell you did wrong.
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A Convenient Arrangement- Part 14
Universe: Canonverse Arranged Marriage AU Rating: M (Hereâs where it gets a little spicy folks!) Length: 3254 Words  A/N: This is Day 3 of the 2022 Kristanna Advent Calendar! Beware the change in rating. 13 Chapters until adult content has to be a new record for me I think.Â
Anna was close, so close he could practically feel her heartbeat.
It was dark now, and he wasnât sure if it was the wine, the dancing, or her proximity that had him feeling so utterly intoxicated.
It had been a fun evening, and despite his protests, heâd allowed himself to be pulled from Annaâs side a few times throughout the revel that was still, despite their sneaking off, very much in swing despite the hour. He knew that the people of Arendelle, their people, had needed a celebration, a real public celebration, to feel content in the new Queenâs rule and in the marriage of their Princess, so he understood fully why it was continuing without them.
Now though, he couldnât think about the reception line, or the dances heâd watched Anna enjoy without him, he could only think about the fact that she was pulling him towards her bed with her hair askew, her body against his as she kissed him and backed up toward the furniture in the semi-dark of her bedroom.
The stars and moon outside the large windows on the opposite wall were providing them with a soft and entirely too sultry light.
This wasnât how heâd thought the night would be ending. Of course, heâd thought of nights ending in this way since the first night theyâd been together. As soon as heâd seen her for the first time, up close and personal at their wedding, heâd already been attracted to her despite their situation. That first night on her bed heâd promised her that they never needed to be intimate, the whole time pleading with his lower half to behave because sheâd been so scared of him and heâd been imagining a day where she, beautiful and feisty woman that she was, would want him.
And now she does.
âAnna,â he said, pulling half heartedly away from her kisses, âAnna, we canât, youâve been drinkingâŚâ
She shook her head and ducked down for another kiss, her mouth hungry on his.
My feisty princess.
âNo, Iâm not. I havenât had a drink in hours, and neither have you, I made sure.â
Gods. He thought as she pressed herself somehow even closer to him, her hips somehow grinding into his despite her very full skirts. Sheâd been planning this.
When he thought about it, he knew that she was right. Theyâd been dancing and drinking all afternoon, but for the last few hours theyâd been tiring and spending an increasing amount of time people watching and pulling away from the party.
âThis is me saying yes,â she said with urgency, continuing to pull him towards her bed, âIf you arenât then we can just sleep, but Kristoff this is a yes, this is a thousand yesses.â
Just like that he was fully back to the night they met, when heâd told her that âjust because you donât say no, doesnât mean youâre saying yesâ and that when she said yes, heâd have to say yes too. God, despite how desperately heâd wanted her, heâd told her that it would take some time for him to be ready to say yes as well.
Has enough time passed? Is she really ready? Am I?
All signs pointed toward yes and he honestly could not imagine living another day without having her, fully and completely, unless her yes turned into a no. He remembered how thin and small and fragile sheâd been on their wedding night, and now she was a wildfire, threatening to consume him if he let her.
Iâd love nothing more.
He pressed on then, toward her bed, kissing her back and loving the way that her moan came unrestrained in a way that it hadnât been able to in the hallway in the morning.
âYes,â he said between hungry kisses, their want seemingly well matched, âI want this with you Anna. Iâve never⌠but yes, with you, yes.â
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He all but tossed her back onto the bed as he pressed on with her, and God she loved it.
âWeâre going to do this right,â he said quickly and Anna was certain that his cheeks were just as flushed as hers were when his fingers went to the laces of her gown.
She wasnât sure what doing this ârightâ was, and she thought that while he likely had some more experience or at least knowledge in⌠these matters⌠than she did, she also was very certain that it was not much more. She also knew that she trusted him with all her being. He wouldnât hurt her, he wouldnât scare her, and even with the urgency of their current predicament, she could see the gentleness he brought to her undressing.
The bodice of her gown went first, then her overskirt, and the underskirts and petticoats and everything that made the shape of the dress and the shape of her body match. As he set everything aside, she worked at his buttons as best as she could manage from her position below him.
He was much less gentle with his own clothes, all but tearing them off as soon as her attention was focused on removing them. She was grateful to see no buttons or ties flying off them when they were both pared down to underthings. She liked him in those clothes. That she liked him even better out of them didnât mean she wanted to see them damaged.
Sheâd seen him shirtless before, but there was something about it now, in this dim light knowing the purpose of their bareness made it feel new. He was muscled and yet soft, something sheâd appreciated each night theyâd spent together once sheâd been brave enough to pillow her head on his chest. She took note now of the smattering of light hair running down his stomach from his navel to the place where his flesh became obscured by the waistband of his undergarment. The fabric was tented, and while she was far from an expert in sex, she knew that it was for her, because of her.
The air was just cool enough in her dark room to have her nipples hardening under the thin material of her chemise. She thought that she should probably care about how sweaty she had been from dancing. She thought that she should probably tell him that she needed a bath before they could reconvene, but as her eyes drifted back up his body from where they had been fixed, she couldnât find it in her to care about anything other than the way his eyes were on hers and the sensation of her body reacting to the cool air and his warm hand on her hip.
âYou can change your mind at any time,â he said, taking advantage of the pause between them, the air thick with possibility and the inevitability of what they were about to do despite his kind reminder.
âSo if I do anything you donât like,â he continued, âOr if you start to feel scared or uncomfortable or anything⌠AnnaâŚâ
She shushed him gently, not quite telling him to be quiet, but trying to relay that he wasnât saying anything that she didnât already understand.
âI trust you Kristoff, trust me to know whatâs right for me,â she added, as she thought of it, âAnd you have to tell me whatâs right for you too⌠I want this to be good for you⌠I want you to feel good.â
Her face felt like it was on fire, but her flush was more from anticipation than it was from anything like embarrassment. As best as she could tell in the dim light, he may be blushing as well, but she knew that neither of them were going to judge the other for any of the feelings they were having in the moment.
How good it feels just to feel without fear, to not have to censor myself.
He seemed to understand, taking her hand and guiding it between them as he leaned onto the mattress and held himself above her.
âYou can touch me if you wantâŚâ he started, slowly moving her hand with his toward the fabric covered bulge sheâd observed just moments before, moving so slowly as if he expected her to pull away at any moment.
She wouldnât pull away. She wanted this, she wanted him too badly to even think about it.
âYou have to tell me if Iâm doing it right, Iâve neverâŚâ
âI know,â he said, âbut God⌠Anna!â
She barely touched him, her fingers ghosting over his length, but the way he immediately reacted to her touch let her know that he, like her, wasnât overly concerned with skillfulness tonight. He wanted her, she wanted him, and tonight they would just do their best to make the other feel good. They had many years ahead of them to worry about technique.
In response to her touch, he ducked his head down to her mouth and began pressing the most hot, longing kisses sheâd ever experienced against her open mouth.
Not to be outdone, she stroked her fingers across his length again, this time wrapping her fingers around him experimentally and finding his groans of pleasure to be a great indicator of her success.
The hand that was not working at holding him above her, the one that had been guiding her, was evidently deciding that it would not be outdone. As he kissed her deeper, he worked at pushing up the hem of her chemise, and when his fingers brushed against the skin of her inner thigh she shivered.
He didnât stop though, he just kissed her harder and she in kind returned his every advance. She kissed and stroked and as he did the same she parted her thighs for him until he brushed his fingers against her.
And she knew in that moment that even if this was the first night they spent together in this way, it would outweigh every single night where sheâd brought herself to her own end.
***
He was grateful for the depth of their kiss, because the things his mouth would say if unoccupied were filthy and unfit for the ears of a princess. Perhaps though, his wife would enjoy hearing them, his feisty, beautiful wife who was rolling her hips into his hand as he touched her tentatively. He was absolutely on track to be undone by her before they even got close to the sex proper between the beautifully hungry way she was responding to him and the way she was growing ever more confident to stroking him through the fabric that separated them.
âOff,â she managed between their kisses.
He was amazed she had time to speak when he barely felt like he had time to breathe.
She was tugging on his underthings, but he decided first to pull away, for just a moment to remove her chemise.
She put up no resistance, and in fact leaned up for him to make removing the garment simpler.
She was breathtaking, always, but now entirely bare he wished that he had the lanterns lit so he could take in every detail of her in living color. In the dimness of the room, he could see the faintest trace of the freckles on her arms and shoulders and the soft tuft of curls that adorned the apex of her thighs, where he had just been and very much wanted to return touching her. Â He would commit her nakedness to his memory, and he knew that while he hadnât for months, he would never again think of a faceless woman when he touched himself. From this moment forward his every fantasy would be Anna, his Anna, naked and wanting and tugging on the fabric of his waistband demanding his nakedness in return.
He gave her what she wanted. Heâd always give her anything she asked.
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Theyâd both already been too close to bother with much more foreplay than the light touching and stripping theyâd engaged in, and yet the actual sex was turning out to be achingly slow.
Sheâd thought that sheâd be afraid. She had been on their wedding night, but now she just wanted him, trusted him, knowing that even if there was pain, heâd make up for it in giving her pleasure.
Of course, he had no such intention when it came to her discomfort, and as such she was pressed to the mattress, his hand on her hip keeping her from moving as he slicked himself with the wetness she could not manage to feel embarrassed about. Each pass of his cock against her entrance had her hips bucking, forcing him to press her down with firm pressure, which she had to admit had her feeling even more needy.
The things he was doing to her with just his mussed hair and dark eyes should be illegal for how intoxicated she was feeling, but she would be damned if she were to ever write up that law. In fact, the concept of doing anything with her mind ever again was nearly obliterated from her consciousness when he finally asked her, his voice deep and low, if he could press inside her.
âMay I?â
âOh God, yes! You may!â
He had the audacity to chuckle at her enthusiasm, and she may have held it against him if it werenât for the gentle press of him inside her that had them both groaning.
It didnât hurt. The first few times sheâd touched herself sheâd managed to make herself sore, overstretched by too much too fast, but Kristoffâs approach and likely her previous exploration of her own body had this feeling like nothing but pure pleasure.
She loved the sounds he made as he continued to press into her, aided by her hips shifting to meet him, only somewhat impeded by his hand pressing her into the mattress. He was cursing under his breath and she wished that she knew a few more appropriately naughty words herself because her heart raced with each and every movement and the feelings in her stomach were pleasantly electric when he bit back his moans.
âGods, AnnaâŚâ
She bucked her hips up and he bottomed out. It was her fault that the stretch was a bit more uncomfortable now, forcing him to move faster, but she wanted it.
I want him. I want all of him, and I want him now.
The words hard and fast came to mind as well, but before she could even give them much thought, he was seemingly aware that sheâd thought it.
âYou have to tell me to stop if you want me to,â he said, pulling back a bit only to slide into her again with a groan, âbecause I donât think Iâm going to be able to if you donât say so.â
His words were punctuated with more thrusts which she rolled her hips to meet with some success.
She moaned in response and when she met his eye, he didnât stop moving in her but ducked his head down to kiss her.
His hair had long since freed itself from style, falling into his eyes as they kissed and if she thought that heâd looked amazing dressed up, it was nothing compared to watching him as he came apart for her.
She reached up to his shoulders and used him for leverage as she met his thrusts, trying and failing in trying not to dig her fingers into his skin. He didnât seem to mind, capturing her mouth again for a kiss despite the awkwardness of it and swallowing her moans. The friction between them had her feeling closer to coming faster than sheâd ever managed to bring herself to the edge before.
The orgasm blindsided her, as it barely had time to build before she just felt it roll through her like a thunderclap. He continued to make love to her through it, and she knew that if he continued for very much longer, it was only a testament to his will.
His thrusts grew more and more wild as she broke the kiss and moaned his name. She wasnât positive of what all she was saying to him as he continued to thrust, she just rolled her hips and begged him to come.
I want to make him feel good. I want to watch him orgasm and know that it was for me⌠because of me. I need this, he needs this.
âPlease,â she heard herself moan, âPlease Kristoff.â
It may have been the most coherent sheâd been in minutes, and whether that was what brought him to the edge, or the pleading sound in her voice, she wasnât sure, but before she could repeat what sheâd said, heâd pulled himself from her and sheâd watched him over her lashes as heâd rubbed his hand over his length with fervor and spilled his warmth onto her stomach.
He'd come for her, cursing, and yet whispering her name like a prayer.
***
Heâd cleaned his spend from her skin with cool water from the wash basin and sheâd only laughed at the cold and squirmed. Heâd been worried that it would have disgusted or upset her, but he wasnât sure why he even thought to worry about something like that with Anna.
Her only question, with love and curiosity in her tone had been to ask him why he hadnât come inside her.
It caught him fully off guard.
âAnna⌠I didnât want ⌠I mean I did want to, but⌠you do know that if I had then there was a chanceâŚâ
âI do know where babies come from Kristoff,â she said, her tone teasing and immediately melting his anxiety away.
âWell, we hadnât talked about it so I didnât want to put you in that position.â
She seemed thoughtful for a moment as he dried her stomach and pulled the covers over her. The room seemed to have grown far cooler than it had felt when theyâd rushed in and stripped down and he wasnât sure whether it was the cooling of sweat that had him feeling so, or if it had been cold and he hadnât felt it in the moment.
âThatâs kind,â she said, patting the bed beside her to beckon him down to the mattress, âI should expect that from you, to never force me into anything I donât want.â
He nodded and was glad that she understood his intentions. He would do his very best, for as long as he may live, to never force her into anything, to never hurt her, to never put his needs before her own. Those were the vows he would have sworn to her if they had known each other that day.
âWe can talk about it someday,â he said as he fell into bed beside her, âbut tonight weâll sleep and, in the morning, if anyone is brave or sober enough to come knocking on our door, weâll pretend we canât hear them.â
âGood,â she said with a tired laugh, âbecause I donât plan on letting you leave this room until we do this at least twice more.â
Greedy. He thought with amusement, so he told her such.
The way she laughed and cuddled him close had him thinking that heâd let her keep him there for a fortnight if it were feasible.
They didnât know that on the floor, in the pocket of his jacket, a small stone set in a simple band, glowed.
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I'ma stop bullying now ;A;
Mayhaps sharp, and/or cold?
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for shits and giggles i'm gonna do both, i think
we're putting a readmore in cus this got long fhsdlfsdhldfhsdsdfhl /cackling/
the xiaother wip (pending major rewrite)
Aether leaned back and closed his eyes to think for a moment, then leaned forward to sit up and slowly swing his legs off the edge of the futon. âCan you help me walk to the bathroom? I'm still kind of covered in blood and sweat and ash and junk. And I should rebraid my hair tighter, I think; to keep it out of the way better. And maybe file my nails, so I really don't have anything sharp on me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.â
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By the time Xiao comes back with a small nail file, Aether has managed to run his fingers through his hair, clean his face, and generally rid his body of the grime and blood of the battlefield he had been on only a couple hours previously. As he took a minute to file down any sharp edges and nicks in his nails, he marveled a bit at how nice it was to not be the protector for a little bit. To have someone so strong, who genuinely just wanted the best for him, wanted to be around him. Wanted to keep him safe.
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Aether, who'd pulled his arms back into his chest the moment he'd heard Xiao gasp, blinks a few times, befuddled. "What did I⌠what? I pushed at you, like I've been doing all along? Like this?" And (more gingerly than before) Aether presses his hand into the wall beside him again, and feels Xiao tense around him with another sharp intake of breath. "What⌠oh. Wait. Oh shit."
Snowbird >:3
Heâd just left his apartment for a supply run, collecting both groceries for the days heâd be spending in the city, and materials to bring with him back up the mountain next week. Heâd nearly made it to the market square when a sharp agony had ripped through his chest with no warning, driving him to his knees as he curled around the all-consuming sensation. The awful pressure had built and built before something in his chest burst out, the force sending him flying backwards, his head cracking against the building behind him and his mind shutting off like a candle blown out.
and then cold which- is proving to be a chaotic choice indeed fhsdfsghflhsdl
the xiaother wip
so this is a chunk undergoing heavy editing borderline being scrapped and rewritten, so this particular paragraph is written with like three fill in the blank sentence fragments because i can't make a decision to save my life- one of them has cold in it and so that's the bit i'm gonna stick here, but its a bunch of sentence fragments so fsdhflhsfl
[And then, suddenly, like a light on the horizon, there he was.] Xiao immediately leapt into the air and allowed himself to be pulled across the long, dark sea towards his partner; alighting on a fog-wrapped island he was utterly unfamiliar with. [Cold shot down his spine as his vision adjusted and he saw Aether curled at the foot of a statue to the electro archon, shivering.]
technically a piece of outline that outgrew itself-
Aether blinks his eyes open to a world of soft beige fluff and way more light than heâs become used to over the last few days. He curls in on himself a little and presses his eyes shut tightly to block out the light while his vision adjusts, mashing his face into the dry softness under him. Thereâs a shuffling of fabric and a huff behind and above him, and then the red glow through his eyelids dims a bit as a large shadow casts over him and a low voice mutters softly to him, with considerably less reverb than heâd been hearing it echo with. âIâm so sorry, Iâm sure itâs very bright in here, and cold; and that must have been very uncomfortable; here, let me-â With a start, Aether feels the towel heâs balled up in fold around his body slightly and lift up, his cottony world shifting as heâs gently covered with the end of the towel and carried a short distance away and set down. ]
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Houston, we have tomfoolery. this is a hypothermia as an excuse fic- you're getting single sentences fsdhfsdsdfhlh
some of those sentences are so horrendously run-on that they're basically still paragraphs but shhh that's later-Bliz's problem
He blinks again, and the world tilts around him without warning, flinging his tiny body onto his side, the light leaving and now he's cramped, what's happening, his head is spinning and he can't see; itâs gone dark, he's wet and he's cold and then the floor moves under him and then with a loud weird echoing sound he's being squeezed within an inch of his life, his whole body being compressed and itâs so dark and he can't do more than wiggle and what on Teyvat is going on-
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Thanks to his alchemical origins, though, he himself was fairly temperature resistant- which was part of why his lab was so much colder than he'd like, at the moment.
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 Cold, everything here was cold, except himselfâ his hands were nowhere near warm enough, prone to chilling like anyoneâs, his breath seemingly the only thing warm enough to even begin to comfort the little wisp, and even that was only warm in the first place because of his own body's resilience to extreme temperatures-
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He was warm. He'd never been particularly bothered by heat or cold, because by some quirk of his alchemical creation, his core temperature was fairly static, and naturally warmer than most born humans.
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A bright golden light seeped from beneath his palm as he triggered the sigils, and he felt a rush of burning heat, and then searing cold pulse through his body, head to toe, before a tingling settled in his core, and when he coughed at the uncomfortable sensation, a few transient golden sparkles flew from his lips.
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Ten minutes seemed like a long time for Venti to be so cold, but he had to be sure.
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Looking at the tiny god like this, knocked out, cold, and stuck in his wisp form for some reason Albedo couldnât determine, steeled him.
time for another vore cw :3333333
The cold little lump hit his tongue and his brain immediately filled with static.
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It was light when he woke up, he was cold, he was wet, he was in a strange container with a pool of amber liquid.
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Albedo pulled himself forward off of the wall and slumped over his crossed legs, freezing when this motion caused the sleeping wisp within him to flop forward in his belly, holding his breath until it was clear that Venti was still out cold.
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His mind kept wandering back to the little weight in his belly, no longer so cold where it pressed against him but not yet warm either, still and quiet save for the infrequent twitch and shudder of breath.
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The wisp was still almost cold where he curled against him, despite being surrounded in the most warmth Albedo had to offer for an hour or more now.
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Much as the cold wouldnât really pose a risk to him, or his tiny passenger, the whiteout from the storm most assuredly would.
have a whole paragraph, as a treat, cus wow the sentence makes no sense without the context rdhflsdhlf it barely makes sense with the immediate context
He lets himself close his eyes and simply enjoy the warmth for a few minutes while he waits for the glass to melt through. Much as he doesnât really need the warmth, he rather likes the heat, and has been jokingly called cat-like by the cavalry captain for that tendency, among other reasons. As the warm air washes over him, he snorts softly. Perhaps the assessment is not entirely inaccurate, but really, who wouldnât appreciate such warmth after more than a day in a cold cave with no fire and no tea to speak of? He can enjoy this for a minute. The glass needs time anyway.
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The wind blows fiercely behind the curtain, the sky dark and cold and the snow piling up, but it's quiet in the lab.
(and now we're to outline chunks fhsdjf)
Albedo brings him back to his desk and sets him on a folded blanket, and putters around the lab for a few minutes while Venti sits and processes how big everything is out here, how open it is. How different. How cold.
and a bit of Actual outline mostly cus i forgot about that note and it made me laugh
⢠he flops down at his desk and sitting feels a little too good after being upright in the cold for so long at his forge, ~insert crunchy joints moment~
and that's the end of it holy shit fdhsflsdhdflsdh
#j e s u s#laughed my way through this one ngl fhsdflshsfls#bliz rambles#ask game#wip talk#muwutuals#v0re#again; that's the tag to block#lemony scented#long post
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i actually cant move oh myveos. let me just say that i am not a fan of first person but i am so genuinely happy that i was willing to give this a try â even after acknowledging the lovers to enemies (to strangers...) trope that had sirens going off in my head that this would leave me utterly devastated.
i have never been one for angst or sad endings, although i am slowly starting to dabble in it as i've been able to find so much beauty in it. this fic is no exception with the absolute whirlwind of emotions it has spun me on. i don't know how i'm going to live with myself now knowing something as beautiful and equally heart wrenching like this exists.
let me just say that i am an absolute sucker for hp!aus and i was just so intrigued by how this is probably the first fic i've personally come across that utilizes grindelwald's era. i haven't watched fantastic beasts, so i just kind of dived into this headfirst without a parachute and didn't really know what to expect but i was immediately fascinated! i'll definitely have to check out the movies, but anywaysâ onto the actual review :p (i'm a little rusty </3)
god, i need a fucking cigarette. your mind is so....????! at first i was a little apprehensive to the idea of moving back and forth through time what with the jumps between present-day and flashbacks, but each moment in time felt like a story of its own and allowed for everything flow really seamlessly. it made for really amazing and in-depth storytelling; what with the dynamics between mc, seonghwa, and tom riddle. what i particularly enjoyed the most about these flashbacks was the character development and arcs as they began to hint at how seonghwa and mc were simply two fundamentally different people with different aspirations.
i think its tropes like these that make lovers to enemies so good, despite my reluctance to consume them, because it's what makes everything feel so real. it's somewhat reminiscent of how oftentimes friends will outgrow each other and become strangers, but it's also substantially worse than that. couples have arguments and disagreements all the time... but there's only so much that can be resolved with words upon the realization that not only have you been lied to â but that there is no saving the perpetual darkness that has always resided in someone you thought you knew. not even just that, but the fact that seonghwa realized their incompatibility but his determination to follow through with evil while still greedily indulge in a love without a future...? how even despite his futile attempts at apologizing, he was still so firm in his beliefs that he admitted to being physically unable to tell mc about their plans because she'd only ruin them... the sheer fact that that was still a priority to him in the face of losing his 'love'... i'm SICK!!!!
what really got to me from this scene in particular is that mc's immediate response isn't even a formal break up, but to completely alienate seonghwa and go back to using formalities and addressing each other by last name đ and for good reason too because, in a way, it just means that the entire premise of their relationship, no matter how innocent it seemed, was a lie.
but despite everything, despite the horrific rift wedged between them from all those years ago, they were still so stupidly in love with each other because... they were (presumably) each other's first love </3 even after recognizing how detrimental the other is to what they want from life, realizing just how incompatible and hopeless their relationship was, or how there was no happy ending for either of them â a part of them was still so fond of the other.
the real icing on the cake was the obliviate spell and the depth of the reasoning behind it didn't even truly hit me until a few minutes after i'd finished reading. instead of exploiting the lapse in either of their strong facades and seeing their missions to the end â seonghwa chooses to carry mc's weight alongside his crimes and just make her forget him. when i realized this... i was a fucking mess đ he could have killed her but instead he just erased himself and all of the memories she has of him and the pure, puppy-like love they once shared. he took away all the pain he caused her, doubled it, and gave it to himself... mc was so set on finishing her mission but granted him another day and with that he decides he just can't kill her đ that he'd much rather live in a world knowing she was somewhere out there alive and breathing, unable to remember him â his name or all the time they shared â instead of dead at his own hands. that is such crazy fucking work i can't even fathom it...
death would have been kinder.
Obliviate Me
âŠâ§âË Obliviate â to forget [Latin] âŠâ§âË
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: dark!Park Seonghwa x female reader
âŠâ§âË Warning: smut, addiction, ptsd, mentions of war, violence, fights âŠâ§âË Word count: 27.6k âŠâ§âË Rating: nsfw âŠâ§âË Genre: Harry Potter!au, set in the forties/Grindelwald's time, lovers to enemies!au, tragic love!au âŠâ§âË Summary: âŠâ§âË Grindelwald's reign holds everyone under terror, and you decide you want to join the right side and put an end to it. But the stars seem to refuse to align for you and your lover as you find yourselves on opposing teams. Will your love prevail, or will you succumb to the darkness? âŠâ§âË
A/N: My lovelies, I...I am bawling my eyes out ngl, I can't believe I wrote this. Bring a box of tissues with you before you sit down reading, I am already forever sorry if I cause anyone any heartache<3 I have proofread this, but it's past 1am and you might still find mistakes, so I'm sorry about that! There's little time jumps in here, so for a quick clarification, after each divider you'll find them back in the current time (which is still in the forties!). I probably had a lot more things to say, but I forgot and I'm sleepy, so I'll settle for this much: there are probably some inaccuracies to the Harry Potter canon events as I took some creative liberty so yeah, keep that in mind when reading; also Mingi and MC aren't related, they just share the same surname! I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this oneshot y'all (as into everything I write LOL), so I hope you enjoy! I appreciate all of your thoughts, so please leave feedback, I love reading them!<3 (special shotout to @hwasbbyg because somehow I always have you in mind when I'm writing something Seonghwa related <3) divider
           Times were dire, both in the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. Supremist leaders with atrocious views unleashed attack after attack upon innocent civilians, creating more destruction than victory. My heart broke daily reading the newspaper, both the muggle and wizard one. It made my blood boil that two men, so different yet similar upon closer view, would play God and decide what was wrong and right. Who was pure and who deserved to suffer. Nobody was perfect, nobody will ever be. I couldnât just sit idly at home and be the housewife many women dreamed of becoming after graduating. I wanted to make a name for myself, I wished to become strong enough to save the innocent, to take their side and advocate for those who were too scared or weak to do so for themselves. That is why upon graduating from Hogwarts, I became an Auror. The training was harsh and demanding, but it wasnât anything I wasnât ready to bear if it meant it would lead to saving millions of lives. I was sick of all the spilled blood and wailing on the streets, I wished to see peace and serenity, to go to bed without the fear of never waking up again. Four years have passed since I have left the confines of Hogwarts, since I was forced to face the horrors of the outside world, to fend for myself, and to become someone. It was hard and terrifying, but for once, I felt complete. I felt happy with where I stood in my life, I was proud of who I had become. And I knew that as long as Grindelwald isnât stopped, I shall not rest even for a second.
The auditorium was small in size and stuffed, the benches placed in a circular shape around a platform that had a table sitting on it and a chair. It was deep down on the second level, far away from the Aurorâs offices, hidden between the womenâs and menâs restrooms. The auditorium wasnât meant to be easily found and it was only used when a situation had turned dire, when an emergency meeting just had to be called. I had chosen to sit towards the back of the auditorium, closer to the exit as the air felt stale and warm inside the stuffed room, at least thirty aurors squeezed together towards the front of the room. My throat felt parched and my palms were sweaty as I had them placed in front of me, leveling my breaths as Theseus Scamander, the Head of the Auror Office, stood tall on the platform, a forlorn look on his face. Anyone who had picked up the newspaper earlier this morning mustâve seen the devastating news of the destruction caused to the small and welcoming wizarding village, Apoâs Nook. There was nothing left of it, just the ashes of ghosts that would haunt the land and the smoking foundations of destroyed homes that would never flourish again.
I felt a lump in my throat as Theseus sighed long and loud, eyes surveying the auditorium. It was deadly silent in here, everyone was either too mad or sad to say anything. The time was barely nine in the morning and we knew we had a long day ahead of us. This meeting was a top-secret one, whatever was said inside this auditorium would be never allowed to leave the confines of these walls. Only the best of the best aurors were called in, no doubt for a mission that would be challenging both physically and mentally. It wouldnât be my first special mission, yet I couldnât help but feel dread for what was to come. A tiny voice in the back of my head tried to whisper warnings this morning while I was getting ready to come to work, my gut twisting nauseatingly and making me more restless than I usually was. Something would happen here today that I wouldnât like, and I couldnât do anything about it.
âGood morning, aurors.â Theseusâ voice rang loudly in the quiet room and I gulped, feeling sweat collect on my nape, under my hair. I didnât want to get rid of my jacket, finding the warmth it provided comforting, but I was sweating too much. Careful, not to make any sound, I wrestled out of the satin fabric and placed it onto the table in front of me. My dress was thick to protect me from the merciless winter, and it reached just below my ankles as the front had a V-cut that stopped just above the valley of my breasts, âI assume you all know by now why youâve been called here.â
There was a collective murmur of confirmation to Theseusâ question and I gulped, patting my forehead free of any perspiration, âWhat occurred in the early hours of todayâs morning isâterrible and unforgivable.â
I couldnât help but let my eyes run over the aurors as Theseusâ voice shook with raw emotion. He was just as affected by the news as everyone else in the room. I fiddled with my fingers as my eyes finally fell on a familiar person, the tiniest smile slipping onto my lips. It brought little comfort and assurance to see my former professor in a place where I was surrounded by fearless warriors who were mere strangers to me, but would soon become my trusted companions. The only other two aurors that I did become friends with throughout the four years of working here were Song Mingi and Jeong Yunho, partners in missions and other aspects of life, and I havenât seen them in over a month now. They were alive, and as safe as possible, but they were far away from our home, in a land colder and far scarier than what London was at the moment. They were close to the German border, spying on Grindelwaldâs men having infiltrated themselves amongst them. They were our precious informants, their jobs far more dangerous than ours at the moment. I couldnât help but pray every night to a God that listened, that the two people I started cherishing in such a short time would return to me in one piece and alive.
âGrindelwald has destroyed another village,â Theseusâ words snapped me out of my thoughts as Professor Dumbledore turned his head, gaze finding mine, âwizards and witches were killed once again because they refused to join his dark cause. This cannot go on anymore, I wonât allow it.â
Professor Dumbledore bowed his head slightly in a nonverbal greeting before he turned his head, looking at Theseus with an unreadable expression on his face. I gulped and subconsciously reached for the pocket of my coat, feeling around for the plastic holder in the shape of a tube.
âI was given full permission to construct a team that will directly take out Grindelwaldâs men until heâs left with nothing, until heâs alone and powerless.â Theseus leered, face contorted into fury, âI shall task you with bringing down these disgraces one by one, dead or alive, I do not care as long they cannot help Grindelwald anymore.â
My fingers tightened around the plastic, my head turning when I saw a man stand up with a heavy-looking folder in his hands approach Theseus, âWe have gathered all the information we could about Grindelwaldâs most important wizards and witches, they are our main target. I want you all to look at these photographs closely, commit them to memory as each one of you will be handed one to capture and bring forth to the court.â
I watched from the back of the auditorium as the man opened the folder and placed it down on a table in the front row, starting to hand out photograph after photograph. Knowing that I sat way too far in the back, I rose to my feet and swiftly took the plastic bottle from my pocket, slipping it between my breasts so that nobody would see it. Pushing my hands behind my back, I walked down a few stairs until I reached the row that had more wizards sitting in it, grabbing a photograph that wasnât being looked at yet. The picture was in black and white, but the face of the witch was clear. Something in my stomach coiled as I recognized her being my peer at Hogwarts, just a year above myself, and a Slytherin like I had been too. The man sitting next to me looked at me with a questioning gaze, and I passed him the photograph as he handed me another one, this one of an older wizard who had a cunning look in his eyes as he held a cigar between his teeth. Something was unsettling about his gaze as I leaned against the side of the table, passing it along as another then another photograph passed through my grasp as I committed their faces to memory. Some of these pictures seemed to have been taken recently, right at Apoâs Nook before it went up in flames. My jaw clenched as the witch in the next photograph was grinning widely as if she was taunting us, and I accidentally passed it to the man next to me a bit too harshly as he gave me a concerned look. I ignored him and took a deep breath, fingers itching to hold onto the plastic bottle hidden between my breasts. The news this morning had been too shocking, and I had no choice but to take two pills instead of one. It wasnât healthy, but I did force my breakfast down my throat in hopes that it wouldnât make me feel ill if I doubled the dose.
The next photograph that was passed to me was flipped upside down, and I sighed as I braced myself for another unfamiliar face to commit to memory, except that when I flipped it, my whole body froze, blood going cold. I tried to gulp, but I couldnât due to the lump in my throat. My lungs contracted, and I desperately tried not to gasp as my fingers dug into the fragile paper and I fought the urge to rip the photograph into shreds. I knew this would happen sooner than later, but I realized how completely unprepared I was for it. The wizard in the photograph was smiling widely, the photo not recent at all, his round eyes turning upwards at the corners, his front teeth on full display. His hair had been freshly cut before the photograph was taken, yet it still fell in his eyes as he failed to style itâhe was talented at many things, yet he never quite learned how to tame his wild hair. I could feel my hands start to shake the longer I stared at the face of my first love, my heart beating so fast my ears started to ring. I struggled to breathe and I knew I was turning pale as my lips parted, a quiet gasp leaving through them. It was enough to alert the man sitting next to me as I felt his eyes on me, but my body couldnât react to anything as I crumbled up the photograph, throwing it far away from myself. I heard my name being called and words that sounded like they were asking if I was alright, but my vision had started turning black from the lack of oxygen. The room was too small, too stuffy, too warm; I couldnât breathe.
Hands still shaking, I gripped my dress and lifted it above my ankles as I abruptly turned around, eyes settling on the exit desperately as I felt my feet take me up the stairs, running as I extended my hand way before I have reached the door to grab the handle. My heart was in my throat and the ringing in my ears was as loud as a kettleâs whistle, and I yanked the door open with all the force I could muster up due to the tremor of my whole body. The air of the hallway hit me hard, making me gasp loudly as I slammed the door shut behind me, feeling tears prick at my dry eyes as I flung myself forward, hands cushioning my crash as I flew into the wall in front of me, forehead banging against it. I needed it, I needed something painful to shake me out of my borderline psychotic state. I couldnât take another pill so soon, I really just shouldnât. I bit my lower lip as I struggled to take deep breaths, the tremors of my body worsening as my hands curled into fists, forcing me to close my eyes. The ringing in my ears had started to subside, but my heart was still beating way too fast and my throat was too dry. I really couldnât take another pill just yet; however, my right hand was reaching for the bottle without wasting another second as I uncapped it and grabbed two pills out of it, throwing them back as my eyebrows furrowed, struggling to gulp them down at once.
I stood desperately waiting for the downers to kick in, the thumping of my head subsiding as the ringing of my ears went away completely, the tremors of my body remaining, however. I felt my muscles trying to relax, not even having noticed how tense they had become, and I gulped as I turned around to press my back against the wall, groaning as my head fell back. My throat had started hurting, the pills having scrapped it, but I couldnât care less as my frantic heartbeat had finally started slowing down. I heard the door of the auditorium open, and my eyes opened as I watched my former professor approach me with a concerned look on his face. He held a plastic cup that he extended towards me, and I took it eagerly, downing the cool water as it finally soothed the ache in my throat. I crumpled the plastic in my fist, sighing long as I looked at Professor Dumbledore, wondering what was going through his mind having seen me in such a hysterical state.
âWar is harsh,â As if reading my thoughts, his eyes twinkled with that familiar warm glint, âit affects everyone differently. Youâve seen things no woman your age should have, but you are a talented auror, Miss Song. However, I fear you wonât be amongst us for much longer if you continue abusing those.â
I felt shame crawl up my body as the professorâs eyes fell on the bottle, and I quickly hid it behind my back, âIâm sorry.â
I felt like a little child that was being scolded for doing something bad as I averted my gaze away from Professor Dumbledoreâs, and sniffed as I noticed my heartbeat had finally returned to its natural rhythm.
âHow are your parents doing, Miss Song?â Professor Dumbledoreâs voice was soft, and I shrugged looking up at him.
âThey are scared, as is everyone else.â I sighed, biting my lower lip, âI have moved them to the Wizarding World in hopes of keeping them safe, but nowhere is safe anymore, Professor.â
âItâs saddening, indeed.â The professor nodded, sharing my feelings of sadness that were slowly turning into despair, âBut I think you did the right thing. The Wizarding World might not be the safest place at the moment, but it is a lot safer than the Muggle World.â
It was reassuring to hear the approval of my much wiser and smarter professor, and for a second, I believed that I had done something right for the first time in a long time. No matter how many dark wizards and witches I have captured, I never truly felt accomplished. It wasnât enough, because I knew I could do better if sent on even more missions, and finally, the chance to fulfill my selfish desires while proving myself to be good and useful to my superiors, had come.
âAre you feeling any better now, Miss Song?â The professorâs eyebrows raised as I quickly hid the bottle back between my breasts and nodded, squaring my shoulders back. There it was, the condescending look of deep thought crossing the professorâs face as he looked towards the ground, humming lowly, âWhen it comes to the matters of the heart, itâs a slippery and unsure territory, Miss Song. You might think you are prepared to face whoever and take them out, but if you havenât completely let go of them, your heart will outrule your conscious, your rationality. Even if you have long released the feelings you had once harbored for them, your more rational side might stop you, might hold you back from delivering the final blow.â
I felt tears trying to prick at my eyes as they snapped up, boring into Professor Dumbledoreâs as he had a sad smile on his lips, âItâs difficult to forget your first love, Miss Song, no matter how deeply they have wronged you.â
The tremors in my hands havenât disappeared and wouldnât go away today, but they halted for a second as I gulped, throat feeling dry again, âHe chose his path consciously, as I have chosen mine. Our beliefs have never truly aligned, it was just wishful thinking on my side, Professor. Love, an emotion I do not feel towards him anymore, isnât stronger than my rational mind. If I would have allowed my heart to lead me throughout my life, I would be by his side now, wallowing in self-misery and pity for all the lives I allowed perish.â
âI have recognized your passion the moment you sat on the stool on the night of the sorting, Miss Song, youâve known from the very first moment what you wanted and how to get it. I fear I havenât met a Slytherin as determined and stubborn as yourself, Miss Songââ
âNot even Tom Riddle, sir?â
The professorâs expression suddenly became leveled, warm smile turning into a rather forced one, âI fear I cannot compare you to Tom Riddle, Miss Song.â
I hummed and smiled, memories of the younger boy bashing the professor for even the smallest inconvenience returning. I had never figured out where their distaste came for each other, but as it wasnât my business, I never prodded more than necessary. I fixed my hair and made sure the little bottle couldnât be seen as I glanced past the professor, feeling calm enough to join the aurors again, âWe should head inside before they deem me unfit for this task, I would hate to miss out on this one, Professor.â
âThey cannot afford to lose an auror like you.â Professor Dumbledore chuckled with a thoughtful look on his face as he led us towards the door, opening it for me like the true gentleman he was. I thanked him quietly as I stepped through the threshold, the lump back in my throat as the room went silent at once, everyone turning around to watch me and the professor as we descended the stairs. I went to sit at my initial spot, but Professor Dumbledore gently grabbed my elbow and veered me towards his seat, a witch making a place for me as she had an understanding look on her face.
âIs everything alright, Miss Song?â Theseus asked once the professor and I had taken our seats, the curious eyes of the other Aurors still watching me. I gulped and placed my hands on my knees, trying to hide the tremor behind the desk so that nobody would see it.
âYes, Mr. Scamander, my apologies for storming out like that.â My voice was leveled as I forced my face to relax, and an easy smile appeared on my lips, âI felt a little ill this morning, I suppose it returned suddenly.â
âRight,â Theseus hummed, a smile matching mine on his lips, âthat is reassuring to hear; however, I do wish for a quick recovery should it get worse.â
âThank you.â I bowed my head as my hands fisted my dress, my heart rate picking up again as I felt the witch next to me gently rub my back. I wasnât fond of being touched by strangers, but I didnât have the willpower to ask her to stop. Finally, seemingly content with my half-assed lie, the attention wasnât on me anymore as everyone went back to conversing with each other. Theseus cleared his throat and walked towards our table, Professor Dumbledore gathering the photographs as they were scattered around on the desk.
âWhile you were taking a breather, Miss Song, I have informed your colleagues that each one of them will be assigned a dark wizard to survey and consequently take down whenever the Office seems fitting.â I tried to gulp, my throat going dry once again. The witch was still rubbing my back and her touch had started burning my skin through my dress, making me fidget with my hands as I released the grip I had on my dress. I knew this was coming, but I didnât feel ready. If I couldâve, I wouldâve downed the whole bottle of pills, not minding if I would have been the one in need of a funeral.
âI see, Mr. Scamander, who had been assigned to me?â I felt the professorâs eyes take me in carefully as if I were a ticking time bomb, and the hand of the witch was finally away from my body, her sigh too loud as Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.
âRecords say you have been peers with Park Seonghwa at Hogwarts, yes?â I failed to inhale air as my lungs contracted, my worst nightmare lay right in front of my eyes and ears, âProfessor Dumbledore, could you confirm this for me?â
âYes, Mr. Scamander, Miss Song and Mr. Park had been my students barely four years ago.â My eyes burned as I blinked them fast, scared that tears would flood them as my hands shook more, itching to grab the bottle even if for little reassurance. The sedatives werenât working as they should have, I shouldnât be so wired up and nervous still. I figured I should buy something stronger; the muggles were more lenient when handing out sedatives than the wizards if you knew how to put on your best act.
âIndeed,â My voice was emotionless, and I knew my face was unreadable as Theseusâ eyes narrowed, âI know Park Seonghwa, but just merely. He was a great student I often had to compete with for the first place in our year.â
The longer Theseusâ eyes bore into mine, the more prominent the soft prodding in my forehead became. I knew what he was doing, way too familiar with the feeling of having my mind invaded. He was searching for memories of Seonghwa and me, of anything that could prove I wasnât lying and that our roots didnât grow deeper than a surface-level acquittance. It was laughable how easy it was to veer Theseus around my mind, to trick him into seeing only what I wanted him to see. He wasnât a born Legilimens, I could feel he was less strong than the likes of Tom Riddle, who was a born natural in his talent, and so, I knew Theseus wouldnât figure out that Iâin factâwas a born Occlumens, the will of my mind stronger than his surface-level talent. I watched as a satisfied expression settled on his features upon viewing the images I allowed him to see, like the brief snappy exchanges between Seonghwa and me when we were in class, trying to show off to the professors, or the duels where we loved to flaunt our skills, or the brief acknowledgments in the hallway when we so happened to pass by each other.
âVery well, Miss Song,â Theseus muttered and then slammed a photograph down in front of me, a much younger Seonghwa smiling mockingly at me, âI trust you to do your best and bring him to his downfall. Mr. Park is an important asset to Grindelwaldâs army; we need him gone.â
âHe shall be gone, then.â
1943
           The classroom was full of vigor as everyone pilled inside, rather excited to see what Professor Merrythought had up her sleeve for us today. She had promised a dueling class sooner than later, and, as we happened to be ahead on our curriculum in DADA class, we got permission from Headmaster Dippet to go ahead and transform our usual classroom into a dueling ring. This year, the Slytherins shared most of their classes with the Ravenclaws, the DADA class being one of them. I let my eyes run over the crowd of the gathering 6th-year Ravenclaws on the other side of the classroom, pressed up against the wall much like myself and my housemates. Despite the majority of students being in their 6th year, Professor Merrythought found it essential that all students above the age of fourteen learn how to duel due to the imminent threat looming above our heads, both in the Wizarding and Muggle World. Therefore, it came as no surprise that younger students were ushered inside by Professor Merrythought, who had a grin on her face. Finding the person I had been looking for in the crowd, on the other side of the classroom, a tiny smile made it onto my lips as I found him already looking at me attentively. His dark hair, once again, fell wildly around his head in curls that looked natural, framing his boyish features as his round eyes sparkled with excitement. I chuckled and felt more elated knowing that Seonghwa was here, the chance of getting paired up with him was rather high as we were the top students of our year.
âMiss Song.â I flinched at the sudden intrusive voice in my head, always taken aback when I was addressed telepathically. I looked away from Seonghwa, eyes falling onto the boyâwho despite being younger, was a lot taller than meâwas now standing next to me with a stoic expression, ice-cold blue eyes boring into my darker ones. I chuckled and pressed a hand against my chest, always impressed by his skills despite his younger age.
âMr. Riddle.â I greeted back with a grin, the small prodding at my forehead proof that our telepathic connection worked both ways. It was rare that Tom allowed me inside his mind, and even then, he knew how to guide me around his thoughts to show me only what he wanted me to seeâa skill he learned from me, rather quickly. He had a natural talent for learning and achieving accomplishments that wizards and witches older than him struggled to garnish. He was an admirable student and a force to reckon with, I was never too eager when he challenged me to a friendly duel under the pretext of gaining experience by dueling a student who was as outstanding as himselfâin reality, he only wished to show off and torment me in the confines of the Room of Requirements when the two of us would head over to study.
âNow, children,â Professor Merrythought clapped her hands together as she walked between the parting crowd of students, everyone watching her curiously, âas you may know, Headmaster Dippet had granted us another dueling session, and I am beyond excited to teach you new tricks that may as well save your lives in the future. The rules are the same as always, no serious spells aimed to harm, and no maiming, Madam Gorsemoor has far more important tasks than to heal some children who didnât take the rules seriously, yes?â
Everyone muttered a âyesâ at once, and Professor Merrythought had a pleased grin on her lips as she pulled her wide shoulders back, her golden eyes surveying the crowd, probably counting how many of us were here. Usually, no more than twenty students were allowed inside the classroom as Professor Merrythought wished to watch and help everyone, not just those few she noticed lacking in their skill, âCan someone tell me what weâve learned in our last class?â
Several hands shoot up high in the air, mine included, and I felt compelled to look over to the Ravenclaws, not surprised at all to see Seonghwaâs arm high up in the air, shoulders pulled back to make him look taller. I stifled a chuckle and faced the front of the classroom again, feeling Tomâs questioning gaze on the back of my head, but I paid him no mind.
âMr. Lovegood, perhaps?â Professor Merrythought pointed at the platinum blonde-haired wizard from Ravenclaw, who stood on his tiptoes, about to bounce up and down to gain the professorâs attention.
âDiffindo!â He exclaimed, cheeks flushing instantly as the students from his house snickered, the Slytherins remaining uninterested, âI mean, Diffindo and Relashio.â
âVery well, Mr. Lovegood, thank you.â Professor Merrythought hummed, eyes narrowing as she looked over the crowd once again, her eyes stopping on me as I offered her a small smile.
âI must remind you that Diffindo is a spell that brings great harm if not death to your opponent, and inside this classroom, we shall not use it against each other. And even outside of it, I advise you use it wisely and level-headed only if the occurrence calls for itââ
âLikeâif it were for Grindelwald to attack us?!â A younger boyâfrom Ravenclawâasked, heads turning in his direction as he yet had to grow a few inches.
âYes, thatâs the likely scenario I had in mind.â Professor Merrythought muttered pleased, nodding at the curious boy with big round eyes. He reminded me of Seonghwa when we had just started our journey at Hogwarts, always eager to learn more and curious about how everything around him worked. Since then, his nature remained but he learned how to control it, how to make it less obvious how big of a nerd he actually was. Some would say he tries to impersonate the âcool guyâ archetype, but I know him too well to believe those silly ârumorsâ, âWell, before we learn something new, Iâd like to see a duel from our best duellists.â
I gulped, feeling eyes bore into the side of my head as I looked over to Seonghwa again, finding his eyes on me already once again. He was smirking, round eyes fierce as we both knew who Professor Merrythought would call to the front for a demonstration, âMiss Song, Mr. Park, would you grace us with your presence?â
I heard Tom chuckle behind me, unamused, no doubt having known weâd be the chosen ones for this task. It was rarely not us, even Seonghwa and I knew it. I patted down the front of my robe, dusting it off, then squared my shoulders as I made my way through the crowd, getting a few pats on the back from people who I was familiar with. I had grabbed my wand out of my pocket, and Seonghwa and I made it to the front of the class at the same time. His smirk had turned cheeky as he held his wand in his hands elegantly, twirling it playfully as I took a few steps backward and then adjusted my stance.
âMiss Song.â Seonghwaâs voice was deep, tone almost seductive, and I couldnât help but grin and narrow my eyes at him.
âMr. Park.â My tone was confident and full of assurance because I knew I would win this duel. I usually did. Seonghwa was very good at dueling, but I was better since I was faster and more agile. I was also a little more talented at wandless magic than he was, I found it amusing whenever heâd exercise next to me, growing frustrated with himself way too quickly. Professor Merrythought clapped her hands and stepped back as Seonghwa and I bowed to each other, wands gripped firmly in our hands as we took our stance for the duel. I zeroed in on Seonghwa only, focusing on the movements of his body, eyes boring into his as if I would read his mindâI could, but I knew he hated it, and what I hated more was when I made him hurt. Seonghwa stood alert, his dark eyes boring into mine, a curious glint in them, laced with mischief and anticipation as he was patiently waiting for me to make my first move. He usually wasnât the one to attack first, and we both knew that. Weâve dueled each other many times already, we knew each otherâs tricks and weakest points.
âStupefy!â I exclaimed, throwing my hand out, my wand pulsing with power as a light blue zap quickly shot towards Seonghwa, who expertly threw up his defense wall, nulling my attack with a pleased expression. I chuckled under my breath and raised an eyebrow as I threw my next attack at him, âFlipendo!â
Seonghwa huffed as another jinx was thrown his way, raising his arm high as he cast another shield in front of his body, eyes narrowing as he realized I was trying to get him to fly to the other side of the classroom. I knew he was wary of injuring himself, and unless I teased him a little bit at the beginning of our duel, I knew he would try to go easy on me. But I didnât want easy and friendly, I wanted him to have no mercy and fight as if we were in a real fight, against each other, with only one winner standing tall in the end.
âStupefy!â Seonghwa exclaimed, the same light blue zap flying towards me, making me easily block his attack as I threw my arms up, casting an invisible shield. Unlike Seonghwaâs, mine remained blue and violet ripples the tell-tale sign that there was something in front of me. Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, calculating his next move as I sent a hot air charm his way, which he dodged skilfully, his black hair falling into his eyes. Seonghwa chuckled and twirled the strands behind his ear, graciously raising his hand, not even looking my way as suddenly electric blue flames came barrelling towards my shield, making the students in the classroom gasp in surprise, but also fear. Someone had started clapping hard, and I knew it was Professor Merrythought as she enjoyed the show the most out of everyone.
Seonghwa was smart, and so, he knew the blue flames would demolish my shield without hurting me, and I could hear Professor Merrythought explain just this to the students who watched us with even more excitement in their eyes. Deciding to not verbalize my next spell, I winked at Seonghwa as I made the hand movement that was required for the Waddiwasi spell, Seonghwa realized a moment too late as, suddenly, crumbled up parchments floated around me for a second, before propelling towards Seonghwa with force and speed that left him defenseless. Seonghwa gasped as he turned sideways, the little balls of parchment crashing against the side of his body without causing any damageâphysical because his ego was probably bruisedâand the students started laughing as Seonghwa hissed, facing me once again with piercing eyes. I grinned and curtsied teasingly, enjoying the way his cheeks had flushed from embarrassment, his grip tightening around his black wand. His lips didnât move, but his hand did, and I narrowed my eyes as for a second nothing happened, and then I felt invisible ropes binding around my body, trying to immobilize me as my eyes widened in surprise.
âEmancipare!â I yelped the counterattack of Brachiabindo, the defensive spell Seonghwa had used, and felt the ropes instantly disappear from my body. Seonghwa huffed, running his fingers through his rich curls, looking frustrated as he walked a few steps closer. It wasnât like him to lose his wits when we were dueling, and so, this was the first sign that told me something was bothering him as he couldnât completely focus on the task at hand. But this was an exercise, a duel in which we had to demonstrate to the other students, so I pushed my worries aside and cast my next spell, âFulgari!â
Much like Seonghwaâs spell, it was another one that bid your arms together, however, the ropes werenât invisible anymore but red and thick, painful, as the charm tied your wrists together tightly. But Seonghwa knew how to counterattack it, and the ropes dropped midair as a white light was cast from his wand. Knowing that we didnât have much time anymore and that Professor Merrythought was waiting for one of us to disarm the other, I acted quickly, âExpelliarmus!â
However, Seonghwaâs simultaneous attack was silent as it shot from his wand, and our spells clashed in the middle, exploding with a loud boom after theyâd tangled up for a few seconds. I gasped as the force pushed me backward, almost making me stumble to the floor. The hem of my robe had caught in the heel of my boots, and as I tried to manage the issue, I felt my mind being prodded at. Not even having to concentrate on the action, my mind instantly blocked the intruder out, my mindâs barriers strong and stubborn, no matter how insistent the intruder became. I knew who it was, in this classroom only Tom Riddle was so talented enough to use Legilimens wandless and non-verbally, but he was least of my worries as Seonghwaâs glare was deep, mouth moving before I could register his words, âRelashio!â
I gasped as my wand was snapped out of my hand, clattering to the floor, making the students roar with claps and cheers, Professor Merrythought not even trying to calm them down as she walked towards Seonghwa and me. I gulped, feeling my cheeks tinge pink at the amateur mistake I had made, the fact even more embarrassing as I was disarmed by such a pathetic spell. But this is what a duel encompassed, and I took a deep breath and released it slowly as I felt Professor Merrythoughtâs hand on my shoulder, pulling me next to her as she had grabbed onto Seonghwa as well.
âBrilliant!â She exclaimed lips pulled into a huge grin, âSimply brilliant, my students! You will make such fine Aurors, the department will be blessed upon your arrival!â
I muttered a quiet thank you and bowed my head abashed, missing the cold look that crossed Seonghwaâs face upon hearing our professorâs words. Then, when the class had finally settled down, Seonghwa and I were ushered back to our previous spots, Professor Merrythought taking the lead as she started explaining the new spell weâd be learning today. I felt the uncomfortable prodding once again, and a little frustrated, I turned around and snapped at Tom without considering my actions first, âStop it, Riddle!â
My exclamation thankfully wasnât too loud, but it made a few heads turn our way. I gulped and averted my eyes flustered as Tom grinned, crossing his arms in front of his chest, âMy apologies, but I failed to gain your attention any other way.â
âI am trying to pay attention to the new spell, Riddle,â I muttered as I faced the front of the classroom again, feeling the younger boy step closer as he loomed over my shoulders.
âBut you already know it,â He muttered, voice devoid of any emotion and I just sighed, nodding and confirming his claim, âWell, then, let me offer you some friendly advice.â
âThe Tom Riddle offering me some friendly advice?â I teased, looking over my shoulder with a chuckle, âSo you finally admit that weâre friends?â
âWell,â Tom cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, âif you think of us as friends, we shall be that, Y/N.â
Tom hadnât been keen on addressing each other casually in public, but heâs been calling me by my name rather often lately, âAnd your advice is?â
âAh, yes,â He cleared his throat again, leaning just a little bit closer to whisper in my ear, âuse more non-verbal spells next time and maybe even wandless magic too, Park seems to struggle to defend those. And, try not to lose focus so easily, getting disarmed by Relashio out of all spells is rather embarrassing, Miss Song.â
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest, watching Professor Merrythoughtâs wand as she drew the movement of the spell slowly for us to see, âThank you for pointing out that Relashio isnât even a disarming spell.â
It was rare to see any sort of positive reaction from Tom, but he snickered as I felt him take a step back to offer me more space as he was done with the conversation, âMeet me later in the Room of Requirements?â
But apparently, he wasnât done with the telepathic conversation, âYes, at the agreed-upon time, I wonât be late this time.â
âYou better not be.â Tomâs voice sounded unimpressed in my mind and I rolled my eyes, hoping nobody saw it, âAnd tell your boyfriend to stop staring daggers at my head, I could disarm and harm him in just a few secondsââ
âThank you, Tom, thatâs enough.â I snapped, never too keen when he tried to bash Seonghwa and his skillsâor lack of them as Tom had so often remarked, âAnd get out of my head, now.â
His chuckle was cut short as I raised the barrier once again, forcing Tom out of my mind. I knew it would be painful to him and I didnât mind as lately heâs been trying to prod at my mind way too often. But being a born Occlumens came with its perks, no matter how much Tom tried to peek inside my head, heâd only be allowed inside as long as I let him. Having realized that he had some control issues, I didnât let him know about that little piece of information, for my own peace of mind, really. Feeling like somebody was drilling holes into the side of my head, I looked over to the Ravenclaws, a little taken aback by the dark look in Seonghwaâs eyes and the sneer on his lips. He looked irritated, and as we made eye contact his expression hardened for a second before he looked away, ignoring me for the rest of the class. I had only sighed, paying attention to Professor Merrythought for the rest of the class.
           Once class was over everyone pilled outside quickly, eager for the short break before our next class would start. Wanting to speak to Seonghwa in private, I stayed back with the hopes that heâd do the same, but when Professor Merrythought noticed me and asked if I had wanted to speak to her, I realized it was just her, myself, and Lovegood in the classroom. I bid her farewell and then scurried outside, sighing long as I felt disappointed that Seonghwa had left without me even noticing it. He was mad at me, that was now certain, and we wouldnât have the possibility to meet until dinner or our Prefect duties as this was the last class we shared today. I held the strap of my satchel bag tightly as I gnawed on my bottom lip, wondering whether I could use an excuse and search for him between my classes, when suddenly a classroom door was thrown open and I was harshly yanked to the left by my arm. I gasped as I stumbled, failing to keep up with the aggressive tugging, my back hitting a wall rather painfully as my heart had started racing, eyes widening as I felt warm lips pressing against mine. It took me a second to register what was happening.
I was face to face with Seonghwa, who had me pinned between himself and the wall, holding the side of my neck firmly with his right hand as his left one gripped my hip, fingers digging into the fabric of my uniform. His eyes were open and glaring at me despite his heated kiss, and it only made me flush more as I felt his tongue force itself between my lips while his fingers sneaked up towards my jaw, tilting my head up as he had to lean down, just slightly, due to our height difference. My heart hammered against my ribcage as the satchel bag fell from my shoulder, landing with a loud thud as I gripped his robeâs collar, the fabric a lot softer than mine. Seonghwaâs tongue lapped at mine fiercely, stealing my breath away as I felt his hand slip from my hip, trace the inside of my thigh as it slowly slipped underneath my knee-length skirt. I gasped and gently pushed him back, breathing hard as his right hand held my nape, fingernails pressing into my frail skin, âSeonghwaââ
âDid you have fun flirting with Riddle right in front of me?â His tone was harsh, voice raspier than usual, and I gulped, his hand slipping higher up underneath my skirt.
âSeonghwa, I wasnât flirting with him.â My voice trembled as he leaned closer again, lips tracing the skin of my neck, feather-like, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. My hands released the collar of his robe as they slipped higher up, circling his neck as my fingers got tangled in the wavy strands of his hair, âIâve told you so many times that Iâm not interested in himââ
âWell, you certainly donât act like it.â I gasped as his sharp teeth sunk into the skin of my neck, making my stomach coil as his other hand stopped at my groin, caressing my flesh through my stockings, âIâm sick of seeing him prance around you like a lost puppy, my love.â
âHeâs just a boy.â My eyebrows furrowed as Seonghwaâs head snapped up, a sneer on his face.
âJust a boy?â He scoffed and leaned incredibly close, lips brushing against mine as he spoke, âHeâs barely one year younger than us, Y/N.â
Sighing loudly, I pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, seeing his eyes shake for a second, his anger dissipating slightly, âYet I only see the little boy I guided to the Slytherin common room in his first year in him, my love, heâs nothing but like a brother to me.â
âHe has no boundaries.â Seonghwa huffed, jaw clenching and unclenching as I kissed his cheek, right side and then left side, then pulled him slightly lower to kiss his forehead too. Seonghwaâs grip visibly softened, his finger rubbing circles into my hipbone under my skirt.
âI know how to put him in his place if he ever goes too far, which he has never done before.â I muttered reassuringly as I ran my fingers through his hair gently, knowing that he loved the ministration, âAbraxas is touchier than Tom will ever be, yet you make no scene when heâs with me.â
Seonghwa scoffed, gripping my chin as he tilted my head up again, âBecause itâs clear heâs not interested in courting you, heâs touchy with everyone.â
I chuckled as I coaxed his lips towards mine, my eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwaâs lips gently, but firmly, pressed against mine, our lips playing a gentle dance as they moved at a calmer pace, following the otherâs rhythm as I let Seonghwa take the lead, our lips slotting perfectly against each other. His breath hit my face as he nipped at my bottom lip, enjoying the way my lips chased after his again, capturing his bottom lip between mine as I felt his hand very slowly slip towards my crotch. I keened, pushing him back by the shoulders when he had started rubbing circles against my clothed core, âI need to get to the greenhouse, Hwa, we canât do this now.â
âYou can skip Herbology,â Seonghwa whispered as his lips brushed against my ear, I bit my bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed, âitâs not that important.â
Before I could succumb to the feeling of Seonghwaâs fingers teasing me, I gripped his wrist and pushed his hand away, blinking my eyes open, âIâm not going to skip classes because you want to have sex, Seonghwa. You can wait until tonight.â
âYeah?â He grinned, round eyes glinting dangerously, âI can?â
âUnless you want to throw another jealous fit over the fact that Iâll be studying with Tom later on.â I mused and pursed my lips as Seonghwaâs expression hardened again. He was so easy to irk, his face hid nothing as I cocked an eyebrow in challenge at him.
âRight,â He muttered, clearing his throat, âYouâll be busy with Riddle this afternoonââ
âIâll be busy perfecting my Legilimency, yes.â I raised my eyebrows at Seonghwa as he hummed and stepped back, detaching himself fully from me. I licked at my lips and ran my hands through my hair, trying to get rid of any knots that may have formed.
âFind me after youâre done patrolling, then,â Seonghwa adjusted his tie and then patted down his robe, âI wonât be coming to dinner tonight.â
âSomething wrong?â I asked with furrowing eyebrows as I leaned down to pick up my satchel bag.
âNo, I just need to catch up on some assignments, is all.â He smiled, but it didnât reach his eyes. I didnât say anything as he caressed my cheek with his warm hand, âI love you.â
I smiled widely, turning my head lightly to press a kiss against his wrist, âI love you too, Hwa.â
           Despite the sun trying to shine some light on the dire streets of London, the ever-grey clouds were everlasting, casting a gloomy shadow over the streets and the people that ventured outside. Lately, it seemed to be safer to go out and enjoy the much-needed social interactions, but people were still wary of the imminent threat posing over their heads. You just never knew when the enemy would strike, making you look over your shoulder at any given moment. London wasnât anymore what it used to be, but reconstructions have started and there seemed to be light at the end of the permeating dark tunnel.
My coffeeâs steam reached my nose as I forgot of its existence, my eyes having fallen on two children who had their palms out and were timidly asking for money from the passerby people. My heart broke at the sight of such innocent lives having to suffer so much, unwanted scenarios clouding my mind. They couldâve lost their parents, or maybe they still had them, but the war made them homeless and this is was the best they could do. I hated how most people didnât even cast a glance at the obviously suffering children, their clothes strewn in places, cheeks dirty with dust. They clung to each other, the boy taller by a head as he clutched the younger girl to his side, pulling her back when a postman paid them no mind as he barrelled down with his bicycle on the pavement. But before my anger could get the best of me, the bell to the small coffee shop chimed, and I looked over, heart settling at the familiarity of the man that was approaching my table. He wasnât a coffee lover, not when we were mere teenagers, so I had ordered tea instead for him.
âMr. Kim.â I smiled as I abandoned my cup and pushed my chair back, fighting the wide smile that tried to make it onto my lips. Kim Hongjoong and I havenât been close during our days at Hogwarts, but due to a person that was present in both of our lives, we had the chance to share some fond memories. Hongjoong had always been a free spirit, unafraid to break rules here and there, trying to break free of the chains society placed on all of us. Even now, his hair was brushed back in an uncharacteristic way, the black ends tinged almost blonde. His clothes didnât match in colour, his pants burgundy and his shirt a rather atrocious colour of yellow, the grey sweater thrown over it saving the outfit somewhat. His green coat was dark, and due to the colour of his pants, it made him look like a Christmas tree.
âDear,â Hongjoong chuckled, his hug warm and comforting, arms circling my middle tightly, âare we back to being formal with each other now? Has it been that long since we left Hogwarts?â
I chuckled, arms tightening around him subconsciously as my chin pressed against his shoulder, eyes glazing over with sudden tears that took me off guard. I have missed the faces I have become familiar with at Hogwarts, the place where I was still innocent and in love with life, with the prospect of a bright future. A future that was now my present, neither bright nor innocent. I have never had many friends, keen on keeping to myself, and the life of an Auror made it hard to keep up with others. It was better for them; my field of work had no guarantee of me returning alive. And knowing that two of the people I considered my family, Mingi and Yunho, were first in line in harmâs way, made me prolong my hug with Hongjoong. It felt nice to be in a warm embrace for once.
âFour years and three months, more specifically.â I whispered as I reluctantly let go of Hongjoong, who gripped my bicep and gave it a reassuring squeeze before we both claimed our seats at the small round table.
âSo, youâve been counting,â Hongjoong muttered, looking down at his steaming hot tea, âas have I.â
I hummed, feeling a certain sad aura around Hongjoong as he carefully cradled the teacup in his hands, humming to himself as my eyes bore into the side of his head. I was curious of what was running through his mind, but entering it without his consent was a breech of privacy and the break of trust between the two of us. Picking his fragile mind apart wouldâve been very easy. Finding what I was looking for wouldâve taken only a few seconds and I could be on my merry way in no time, hunting down the man I was tasked to take out, but I was yearning for just a second of normalcy, for a second that could take me back to the past where I was happy, unafraid, in love.
âHow is the Auror life, dear?â I smiled at the nickname, Hongjoong being the only person whoâs ever addressed me so affectionatelyâbesides my former lover, Seonghwa.
âDangerous,â I sighed, raising my cup of coffee to take a small sip, âexhausting, and time consuming.â
âIâve had to treat many Aurors since Iâve started working at St. Mungoâs, and each time I pray I do not come across you, dear.â Hongjoongâs expression was solemn, as if he was trying to repress memories that werenât kind nor pleasant, âBut you seem to be in great health, so I shall not worry so much anymore.â
I chuckled and placed the cup down, fingertips tracing the porcelain in order to keep my hands busy with something, âIâm rather agile, one of the best they have. But sometimes even I worry for my own safety, thank you for thinking of me so often, Hongjoongie.â
He smiled, reaching out to grab my wrist, âSometimes I feel bad for the way things have ended between usâbetween the three of us, I mean.â
I gulped, the topic of Seonghwa inevitable anymore. But still, I tried to stall it for a little bit longer, trying to enjoy Hongjoongâs company for a little bit more before the real reason I was here would ruin our nostalgic reunion.
âDonât fret on the past, Hongjoong, whatâs lost is lost.â I gripped his hand with my right one, patting it gently, âHow are the other nurses treating you at St. Mungoâs? Iâve heard thereâs not many wizards working there.â
âThe witches seem to love me,â Hongjoong chuckled, suddenly his cheeks red, âthey praise me a lot and always fight on who gets to work with me. Iâm treated nicely and theyâve accepted me rather quickly despite being a wizard.â
I gulped, knowing the tumultuous history of the Kim family, âAnd your parents?â
Hongjoong froze, eyebrows furrowing as he averted his eyes, âMy mother is speaking to me again. My fatherâŚwe know how he feels about me.â
âYouâve always done just fine without them,â I encouraged him, watching curiously as he grabbed my hand and flipped my palm upside down, âand if you need a friendly advice or just an evening spent drinking wine and reminiscing, you know were to find me, Hongjoongie.â
He chuckled, forefinger gingerly tracing the inside of my palm, making me shiver. Itâs been long since someone had treated me so tenderly, ever since Yunho and Mingi have been sent onto their mission actually, âHave you cut yourself here?â
âYes.â I answered surprised, âHow did you know?â
âThe skin is rougher here,â Hongjoong pressed his finger a little harder against where the cut was healed up, not even a trace of a scar, âStop by St. Mungoâs when you have a little free time, I have the perfect potion to fix your skin. Iâve got quite the tricks up my sleeve now.â
As our eyes met, a beat of silence passed, then we both burst out in quiet giggles, pressing our hands against our mouths. Memories of all the failed potions made by Hongjoong resurfaced, most of those times Seonghwa or me being his test subjects. There were too few fingers on my hands to count the number of times Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and I had ended up in the Infirmary, on the brink of dying from dangerous toxins found in Hongjoongâs brews. And yet, we continued indulging in his shenanigans as he was too endearing to say ânoâ to.
âI suppose youâve stopped poisoning people now, right?â I raised an eyebrow, tone joking as Hongjoong bit his lower lip, cheeks flushing once again.
âNo more failed experiments or potions that would send Slughorn up the wall if he were to know about them.â And once again, we started giggling behind our palms as Hongjoong seemed to finally loosen up, making me feel bad that I would soon deter the conversation to a delicate topic. But I didnât have much time, I had to move fast if I wanted to catch Seonghwa when he least expected it.
âI suppose you meet all sorts of people at the hospitalâŚâ I trailed off as I grabbed my cup of coffee yet again and took a long sip, Hongjoongâs lips pursing as he traced the wooden design of the table.
âYes, quite the personalities.â He mused, eyebrows raised slightly in question as I swallowed the coffee, biting my lower lip in hesitance.
âAs a nurse your allegiances do not matter, you must save everyoneââ
âThat is correct.â Hongjoongâs tone had turned colder, his face losing its warm glow, a mask of indifference now replacing it. I sighed knowing that Hongjoong had probably caught on to where our conversation was headed now.
âI know you still keep in touch with Park Seonghwa.â I lowered my voice so nobody would hear us. Everyone knew who Grindelwaldâs men were, I didnât want to risk the chance of anyone overhearing our conversation, even if the coffee shop was only frequented by muggles. I chose this place for this specific reason, few wizards and witches ventured out into the heart of London, not keen of the life muggles lived here.
Hongjoong had frozen, jaw clenching as his cat-like eyes narrowed at me, âWhat does that have to do with me being a nurse at St. Mungoâs? Are you accusing me of something, Miss Song?â
I sighed, but I knew the jabbing was inevitable. Hongjoong had been very protective of Seonghwa even before our years at Hogwarts, âI am not accusing you of anything, I was just merely curious on whoâs side you standââ
âI stand on nobodyâs side.â Hongjoong snapped, pushing his teacup far away from himself, glaring at it suspiciously. He must be wondering whether I had slipped Veritaserum in it, but I would never do that to him, âI stand on the side of the victims I must save, on the side of justice, and on the side that doesnât harm but protects instead. Do you fathom thereâs a side like that? One that does not harm, but only protects?â
âNo.â I whispered, averting my eyes from Hongjoongâs intense gaze, visibly irritated, âWeâre trying to do our best, I promise, but I cannot guarantee that innocent folk wonât be harmed in the process of stopping Grindelwald.â
âYouâre just doing your job,â Hongjoongâs tone softened, âand so am I, and so is Seonghwaââ
âSeonghwa is killing innocent wizards and witches for a cause that is irrational, for a cause that aims to harm muggles that arenât at fault for being the way that they are. This isnât a job!â Hongjoongâs eyes widened as my voice gradually raised, never the type to lose my cool. My heart had started racing and I felt anxiety creeping up my chest, through my throat, making me chew on the inside of my cheeks. I scrapped at my hand, averting my eyes as Hongjoongâs stare became too much, making me feel like he was judging me. Maybe I have misjudged his character, maybe he is on Seonghwaâs side, after all.
âY/N,â But his voice was soft and I felt his hand grip mine, gently stopping me from scratching my skin until it was raw and red, âI know how hard it was when you found out about Seonghwaâs ambitions and beliefs, and I know you still feel guilty and think you played a part in him becoming like this. But as someone whoâs known him since he was a little boy, Seonghwaâs always dreamed of doing big things, of changing our world into the better. You couldnât have stopped him even if you had known of his plans since early onââ
âThen help me.â I felt choked up as I looked at Hongjoong swiftly, eyes shaking as I gripped his hand. His eyebrows were furrowed and he gulped as my eyes glossed over, his words ringing through my ears. He was right, I have always felt guilty for not noticing the blatant signs of Seonghwaâs true beliefs. Heâs never been kind to muggles at Hogwarts, heâs always made snide remarks about them, and heâs mentioned joining a cause one day that purified our Wizarding World. I thought he was simply aspiring to join the Ministry, like many others wanted. Instead, he decided to join the cause of a man who thought wizards were superior to muggles and wished to subdue them, and force them to live in fear for the rest of their lives, âI need to talk to Seonghwa, please tell me where he is. Hongjoongie, youâll be helping a greater cause than yourself and even myself. I must find him andââ
âYouâre an Auror, Y/N.â He cut me off sharply, yanking his hand out of my grip as he shook his head feverishly, âIf you find him, then what? Will you interrogate him and lock him up in Azkaban for a few months until he gives in and admits to his mistakes? We both know thatâs the last thing Seonghwa will do if heâs ever captured. Youâll kill himââ
âI wonâtââ
âYouâll kill him, and I cannot set up my best friend for his death.â He snapped angrily, cheeks red as his eyes were tear-filled, âI cannot wrap my mind around the fact that you sought me out for such a feat. You should be ashamed of yourself, Miss Song, for even thinking that I would help you out with such an atrocious thing. I love Seonghwa more than anyone, you have deeply wounded me, Miss Song, I have expected more of you.â
âHongjoongââ Heart breaking as he swiftly stood and left with a last piercing look, I slumped back in my chair and tried not to let the sob break through my lips, cheeks damp from the tears that fell down them. Yes, I have been a fool for seeking out Hongjoong, I knew heâd never give away Seonghwaâs location, but he was my first and last option in trying to find Seonghwa in a way that I could negotiate with him, try to deter him from his cause, save him from a harsh sentence. And I have failed, and now Iâll have to kill the man that I have never stopped loving.
Having lost my appetite for anything, I stood hastily and wore my dark coat, pulling on my gloves to protect my hands from the freezing air. I gathered my purse and clutched it tightly in my hands, storming out of the coffee shop as I felt around for my bonnet inside the purse. The heart of the city was buzzing with people as the hour was nearing noon, the loudness of it all irritating my ears as I tried to walk between the people to the closest Portkey leading to the Wizarding World. But just as I was about to cross the road, I felt a hesitant tug on my coat. Alarmed and ready to defend myself, I whirled around and searched for whoever had touched me, only to find the siblings looking up at me with pleading eyes. Tapping the tears off my cheeks quickly, I opened my purse and crouched down as I fetched the pastries I have bought earlier for breakfast.
âHave this,â I handed them to the little girl, who had a runny nose and whispered a âthank youâ. I pushed around in search for the little muggle money I still had, and once I found it, I gave it to the boy who looked beyond grateful and even bowed his head in gratitude. Feeling helpless that I couldnât do more for them, I grabbed the bonnet that I knew I wouldnât wear again, and placed it onto the little girlâs head. It was big and it fell in her eyes, but she grinned as her brother tried to adjust it for her, making my heart swell, âTake care of each other.â
The two nodded with eyes glistening, and I gulped down the lump thatâs formed in my throat and stood tall once again, hurrying away before I felt the overbearing need to break down in the middle of a muggle filled street. I would finish this mission even if I lost my life in the process of it, it didnât matter, it didnât matter because innocent children and innocent common folk were the one suffering the consequences of these tyrants that ruled over our worlds.
20th of December, 1943
            Slughornâs Christmas parties were catalogued somewhat legendary and, thus, have always been talked about in the hallways of Hogwarts. Those who were invited mentioned it in excited exclamations and those who werenât in whispers with envious tones. I had been part of the lucky few who got invited, being part of Slughornâs Slug Club for a good two years now, and I couldnât have been happier. These parties were perfect for mingling with socialites and people of importance in the Ministry and other fields that piqued your interest. I had been lucky enough to meet a few well-known Aurors tonight, but my utmost luck struck when, despite his drunken state, Professor Slughorn pulled me aside to introduce me Theseus Scamander, the Head of the Auror Office. The professor had rambled on about my abilities and how talented and knowledgeable I was in the Dark Arts, painting me as a very talented duellist to Mr. Scamander. He had been eager to listen to his former professor, giving me knowing glances and a dashing smile. I couldnât help but blush a little, the Fire Whiskey I hadâsecretlyâdrunk with Abraxas getting the best of me. Unable to hide his amused smile anymore, Theseus had excused us with the pretext that weâd head over to the delicious candy bar and serve ourselves with chocolate frogs, to which our professor couldnât object as, he, himself loved it.
âHeâs quite the talker, isnât he?â Theseus laughed as he gently guided me through the crowd of students and outsiders, his hand holding my gloved elbow. My dress was modest, adorning the emerald green of my house that I wore proudly. The neckline was a sweetheart design, sleeveless, and the upper part of the dress was moulded tightly against my body, a silvery fabric creating the illusion of a belt around my waist. From the waist, it flowed down to my ankles in a simple A-line, highlighting my long legs. I had a thin, sheer, shawl around my shouldersâbut I have abandoned that at the dinner table as it had started annoying meâand instead wore my silvery satin gloves that reached just above my elbows.
âHe certainly letâs go of himself when alcohol is involved.â I said quietly, earning a chuckle from Theseus as we reached the candy bar. It was hard to choose just one delicacy as the table was littered with at least fifteen types of desserts, and I watched as Theseus grabbed a plate rather eagerly.
âI couldnât wait for the annual Christmas party back when I was a student here,â Theseus said as he started placing different delicacies on his plate, âthe dessert was the best part of the nightâapart from the Fire Whiskey.â
He glanced at me briefly and winked cheekily, making me chuckle as I averted my eyes with a shy blush on my cheeks. He chose a rose shaped tart that was filled with marzipan, and it reminded me of Seonghwa as it was his favourite dessert. Wondering where he wasâsince he had disappeared around half an hour agoâI searched the crowd while Theseus was busy filling his plate.
âIs it you who wants to be an Auror, or are your professors pushing you towards this job?â Theseusâ question earned my attention as I looked back at him, unsuccessful in my mission of finding Seonghwa.
âIt is me.â I answered with a smile, fiddling with my fingers nervously, âI hate injustice, and I hate seeing our world get torn apart as Grindelwald is trying to ruin us. I want to help in stopping him, I want to be a figure that others can entrust their lives to. I want to protect the innocent, and I am not scared to sacrifice myself for others. And when heâll finally be stopped, I will continue dedicating my life to help the right cause.â
Theseus hummed, his eyes softening as they quickly took in my form, a pleased look crossing his features, âYou sound quite determined, and you look tough too. I have spoken to Professor Merrythought about any student she deemed fit for the role of an Auror, and I am positive she talked about you for almost an hour, Miss Song.â
I gulped, feeling warmth spread through my chest in happiness that I had been praised so extensively by my professor to a very important and prominent person in the Ministry, âIâve still got two years until I graduate, but I hope to join you as soon as possible.â
âI cannot wait for that day to come, Miss Song.â Theseus grinned, grabbing the rose dessert, âI can already tell youâll be great; you sort of remind me of myself, actually.â
âI do?â I asked with a surprised tone, feeling my smile get even bigger.
âIndeed.â Theseus hummed and then took a bite of the rose as I tried to contain my glee, my mouth hurting from smiling so widely. Suddenly, there was a presence next to me, and I felt a hand gently grip my shoulder, the hold familiar but rather cold. I turned my head and was met with Tomâs piercing-blue cold eyes looking down at me impassively.
âMr. Scamander.â He greeted the Auror with a tight smile on his lips.
âMr. Riddle.â Theseus was in the middle of chewing his dessert, but he quickly forced it down his throat and shook Tomâs hand.
âDo you mind if I steal Miss Song for a dance?â Tomâs voice was suddenly light, dripping with sweetness as his face morphed into a warm smile, âHave I interrupted an important conversation?â
âI have said what I wanted to Miss Song, if she wishes so, you can steal her for a dance.â Theseus winked, our gazes meeting as suddenly his thoughts flooded my mind. For a powerful Auror like him, it took me off guard to find his mind so defenceless. Perhaps he didnât see a reason to guard his thoughts in the confines of Hogwarts, and before I could correct him that there was nothing between Tom and myselfâas Theseusâ thoughts claimedâI was already whirled around and guided towards the crowded dance floor. The orchestra played a nice tune, slow but not to the point all you could do was step left and right. Tom placed his hand on the middle of my back as he held my hand in his other one, a respectable distance between our bodies as he started leading.
âAny reason you wanted to dance with me?â I asked with narrowed eyes, knowing for a fact that Tom never danced. He hated dancing or standing as close to somebody as we were stood right now.
âHmm,â He hummed, his tone low and his voice pleasant to the ears as he spoke up again, âyou looked like you needed a little saving.â
âSpeaking to Mr. Scamander was pleasant,â I shrugged, holding onto Tomâs shoulder tighter as we narrowly avoided a drunken couple, âYou couldâve tried to save me when I was talking to Professor Slughorn and the spouses that work at St. Mungoâs, instead. They are weird.â
âThey are peculiar people, indeed.â Tom muttered, eyes falling on my face, âBut they are incredibly smart and good assets to a team.â
âWhat team?â I asked confused, eyebrows furrowing. Tom was leading us out of the crowded dance floor, thankfully, more towards the side where weâd have more space and wouldnât have to avoid every second drunken couple. A platinum blonde hair popped up in the crowd not far from us, and I stifled a laugh as Abraxas tried not to topple over as he was led towards the exit by his date.
âWell,â Tom started, eyebrows lightly furrowing as he mused over his words, like he didnât know how to formulate his next words. That was unexpected from Tom as he was a good speaker, and an intelligent person, âletâs put it this way. You build an army of people that are magically gifted, but smart too, and you lead them to victory.â
âWhy would you need this army?â I asked as I grew even more confused, âAre you talking about Grindelwald?â
âWe can take him as an example, yes.â Tom chuckled, a smirk pulling at his lips as our eyes bore into each otherâs, making me wonder for a split second if he was hiding something from me, âThe people he has on his side arenât just strong and powerful wizards and witches who excel at magic, they are also intelligent and strategize with him, leading him towards victoryââ
âYou think Grindelwald will prosper in this war?â I asked, feeling myself irked at such vile thoughts. Grindelwald wouldnât win, I would become an Auror just to make sure of it.
âNo, of course not.â Tom whispered, an easy smile adorning his lips and I felt his fingers gently rub against my knuckles. I sighed and looked away, surveying the crowd in hopes that I would finally find my lover. I missed him, I wanted to be by his side and dance with him, âAre you enjoying yourself?â
âOf course.â I chuckled, but my eyes were still searching the crowd as Tom cleared his throat, turning us around so that I was facing the exit now. My eyes stopped on the familiar form of my lover, and my eyebrows furrowed in wonder as I realized Seonghwa was speaking to Rabastan Lestrange and his parents, âAre you?â
âI hate these events, actually, even the Slug Club, but if I wish to remain in the graces of our daft professor, I mustââ
âI am really sorry for cutting you off like this, Tom.â I released my hold on Tom and took a step back, eyes hastily falling back on the Slytherin boy, âBut Iâve finally found my lover, I hope you donât mind.â
âRight,â Tomâs expression faltered, then returned to being cold as he nodded towards Seonghwa, âIâll see you around. But, Y/N, did you know Park and Lestrange have been acquittances for quite a while now?â
My eyebrows furrowed as I bit my lower lip, wondering if Seonghwa had ever mention Lestrange to me, âOf course, there are no secrets between Seonghwa and I.â
I felt the slight prodding at my mind, but Tom got nowhere near my thoughts as I have carefully guarded them all night. I bowed my head slightly before I walked away from the dance floor, nearing my lover and the Lestrange family with a soft smile on my lips. Rabastan was the first one to notice me, and he loudly cleared his throat, eyes jumping between Seonghwa and my approaching form. Seonghwa stiffened and I tried to mask my confusion as I stood next to my lover, âGood evening.â
âGood evening, MissâŚ?â Rabastanâs father was a gruff man, scary-looking, and rather unfriendly as his voice was harsh.
âSong, Song Y/N.â I answered and offered him my hand before I greeted his wife, who looked stoic and glared at me viciously. But I remained unphased as I continued smiling.
âSong,â She muttered, eyes narrowing as she shared a glance with her husband, âyour parents are quite prominent figures in the Ministry, arenât they?â
âYes.â I answered, not keen of talking about my parents. It was always about them, never about me. Theyâve made their own reputation already, I wanted to make one for myself.
âY/N is just as brilliant as her parents, if not more.â Seonghwa mused with a warm tone, lips pulled into a dashing smile as I felt his arm sneak around my middle and gently pull me into his side. My muscles softened as his familiar warmth and cologne embraced my being, making me look up at him with a small grin. Rabastanâs parents exchanged a glance as their son cleared his throat again, looking rather awkward.
âAnd you make a pair, I assume.â Rabastanâs father quirked an eyebrow, not looking very impressed by the prospect. Before I could answer, Seonghwa hummed lowly and I felt his fingers flex against my hips in a quiet request to remain silent. I bit my bottom lip, but adhered to his request.
âYes, Miss Song and I had been quite the academic rivals, but I suppose in our fifth year we found common ground and discovered together we are more powerful, our knowledge forever expanding.â Seonghwaâs answer made my eyebrows furrow as I turned my head to look at him with a questioning gaze, but he continued looking at the Lestranges, who seemed pleased with his answer.
âWell, yes, she is a Slytherin like our son,â Rabastanâs mother said with a chuckle that was filled with vice, âbut she might take after her parents, after all.â
Fed up with the cryptic conversation, I chuckled and flashed the Rabastans an apologetic smile before I cradled Seonghwaâs cheek in my hand and turned his head to face me, âMay we dance? Youâve neglected me the whole night, my love.â
âMy apologies,â Seonghwa hummed and kissed my wrist as I let my hand fall from his face, the two of us looking back at the Lestranges, âIt was a pleasure talking to you and meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange, I shall see you aroundâhopefully.â
They nodded wordlessly as Rabastan bid us farewell, and I intertwined my fingers with Seonghwaâs as I led us back to the dance floor, the crowd a little more dispersed now than it has been when I was dancing with Tom. The orchestra now had started playing slow tunes, all the dancing couples swaying gently to the music. I sighed as I felt Seonghwaâs arms slip around my hips to pull me close in, my arms circling his shoulders as our bodies flushed together, my nerves and muscles easing at the familiar press of his body against mine. Seonghwaâs round eyes had a warm glow in them, his cherry-like lips pulled into a soft smile. I chuckled and fought the muscles in my body yearning to press a kiss against his lips, and instead let my eyes travel down to the early Christmas gift I had given him earlier this morning. Seonghwa and I would be going home tomorrow, meaning that we wouldnât spend the holidays together like last year, when Hongjoong, his best friend, decided to stay at Hogwarts due to his horrible parents and Seonghwa and I decided to stay too, to keep him company. It was one of the best Christmases I have ever had.
My gift was something small, a thin silver chain necklace with a small star pendant hanging on it, representing the way I viewed Seonghwa. He was bright and beautiful, always glimmering in the darkness and guiding me through my hardships, helping me sparkle as bright as him. He was an inspiration and so easily lovable that sometimes I felt like I fell for him over and over again each day.
âI had no idea you knew Rabastan Lestrange?â I raised an eyebrow as Seonghwa sighed, our moves smooth as he twirled us around.
âBarely.â He muttered, dipping his head low, his breath fanning my face, âDid Professor Slughorn introduce you to Theseus Scamander? I saw you talking to him.â
âHe did!â I beamed, Seonghwaâs eyes creasing as he smiled back at me, âI am so happy I met him tonight, he said he cannot wait for me to join the Aurorâs Office.â
âIs that so?â Seonghwa hummed, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. He didnât look too eager, but he chuckled upon seeing my reaction, it didnât sound amused, âWith how eager Riddle was to whisk you away for a dance, I figured you couldnât talk much to Mr. Scamander.â
âSeonghwa,â I sighed, interlacing my fingers around his neck as I tilted my head back, âcan we not do this here? Can we just not talk about Tom for one second?â
âHow can I not talk about Riddle when heâs openly trying to court my partnerââ
âSeonghwa.â I snapped quietly as I didnât want anyone to overhear our useless argument, âTom hates every female that breaths around him withing a meter radius, can you please for the love of Merlin stop this nonsense?!â
âI cannot.â He hissed, eyes narrowing as our steps faltered, âYou fail to see the issue at hand, Y/N, he hates every female but you. And I cannot stand thatââ
âWhy are you so jealous when I have never given you a reason to be?â I cut him off, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
âBecause youâre mine and I cannot fathom losing you, I justââ
âPark Seonghwa.â I sighed, cupping his cheeks as I shook my head at him, âYou are the love of my life, I have never loved anyone before you and I will never love anyone else but you. I donât want anyone else that isnât you, and I will never do. You are my star and the reason I live for, and I trust you with my whole being and have given all of myself to you. SometimesâI just wish you trusted me as much as I trust you. When you act like this, you make me feel guilty and bad, like I donât deserve your love and you.â
Seonghwaâs bottom lip was between his teeth and he released a long sigh as his hands sneaked back to grip my hips, âOnly Merlin know how much I love you, Y/N, how much faith I have in you, and just how much I trust you. Itâs this irrational fear that I will lose you if I make a wrong move that makes me act like this. I donât even care about Riddleâor anyone elseâif I have one fear, itâs that of losing the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. I might be your star, but a star cannot shine without darkness. I need you, promise me youâll stay by my side no matter what.â
âI promise to forever stay by your side, Hwa.â
           Hongjoong was a good friend to Seonghwa, righteous, and ferociously protective. But even Hongjoong could tell apart right from wrong, unlike Seonghwa. And when I had gotten home after meeting him at the coffee shop, in the haste of searching for my yellow bottle of pills as my hands had started trembling once again, I found a small rolled up paper nestled between the white tablets. Eager to swallow the sedatives, I held the paper carefully, and after downing two tablets, I unrolled the paper, eyebrows furrowing when I realized it was an address to a fancy place in high-end London, where socialites mingled to their hearts wishesâboth muggles, wizards, and witches alike. Hongjoong would never help me in taking down his best friend, but he also knew I was offering his best friend the easy way out this time. I would let him flee if he promises to never show himself around GrindelwaldâI would do that because itâs Seonghwa. Because I cannot imagine a life without him even if heâs not by my side, just the thought of knowing heâs out there breathing and living keeps me going.
The casino Hongjoong had given me the address of was fancy and elite, only those who had an invite could enter. But I had connections, getting in was the easiest part. And perhaps, feeling nostalgic after having seen Hongjoong, I yearned to see more familiar faces that reminded me of my innocent childhood, familiar faces that could help me forget that I havenât heard from Mingi and Yunho in a week. They were alive, that much we knew, but we had no idea if they had been discovered or injured, or if they have gone low-key in order to have even fewer chances of compromising their mission. Nonetheless, when I sent an owl to an old-time friend, I did not expect to receive an answer this eager, at least not from this particular person. Having taken my time to tidy up and make myself presentable, I slipped my bottle of pills inside my purse, knowing that there were great chances I would be seeing Seonghwa tonightâthat was the whole point of me going to the casino. I was restless all day long and I had probably already taken too many of them, but the tremors of my hands never once stopped, and I could feel my heart race all day long. It was unsettling, but I knew there was nothing more I could do about it but slip the bottle in my purse and pray to Merlin for a successful mission. If I managed to get Seonghwa on my side tonight, much would changeâthe war would change.
There was a light smog in the air of London as I neared the casino, the evening breeze pleasant for once as the cobblestones were slippery from the previous rain. There was a light drizzle in the air still, but the invisible shield I had casted around myself to protect me from it was doing its job fairly well to keep me dry. My fur coat kept me warm as the nature of my dress was more daring tonight, attention grabbing on purpose. As I neared the entrance of the casino, lit up brightly and bustling with ladies and gentlemen that had bright smiles on their faces, I noticed a tall figure looming to the side in the darker corner of the street. Heartbeat halting, I hurried my steps as I clutched the invitation tighter in my hands, eager to see the manâs face from up-close. Itâs been a few years since weâve seen each other, I didnât think heâd actually join me tonight. I knew he had his own ambitions, what those were exactly, I couldnât tell. Heâs always been secretive, but heâs made quite the reputation for himself after finishing Hogwarts. He was a young promising man, eager to chase after his desires.
âMiss Song!â His voice had gotten deeper over the years, but remained as velvety as always. My lips pulled into a smile as I was finally close enough to see his face clearly, and I was taken aback by the obvious changes the years have brought to his once youthful face. His eyes were still as bright and blue, perhaps even icier than they used to be, but his cheekbones had become hollower, skin ashier. He looked good, but he looked ghastly.
âMr. Riddle.â I came to a stop in front of him with a big smile on my face, and was taken aback by the arms that have wrapped around me in a hug. Tom had always hated physical contact, I wondered if the passing of years had changed that, âYouâve changed. A lot.â
âHopefully in a good way.â He chuckled as he released me, smirking dashingly at me. I would be lying if I said my heart didnât skip a beat. I chuckled and shook my head, taking in his even taller, but lanky, form.
âI suppose yes,â I hummed, realizing that there were no traces of the young boy I have once viewed as perhaps my little brother, âYouâve grown taller, I didnât think that was possible.â
Tom and I chuckled at the same time as he reached out again, squeezing my lower arm, âAnd you look stronger than ever.â
I hummed and tried to hide the way my tremors only worsened at his words, wanting to tell him that I was on the brink of falling apart every day. I wasnât strong, I was far from being strong, I just refused to give in to the darkness until I have fulfilled my purpose, then I could finally let go. Give in to whatever madness threatened to pull my thoughts to an everlasting field of blackness, the stars absent from the night sky. Stars that have long abandoned me, left me alone to fend for myself, to figure things out without a guiding light.
âLetâs head inside, Iâm beginning to feel cold.â I muttered as Tom hummed, offering his arm for me to take as he confidently waltzed us towards the entrance, the bouncer smiling at us pleasantly as I handed over our invitation. It seems that he already knew Tom, who, it turns out, frequents this casino rather often. The question was on the tip of my tongue, whether he sees Seonghwa here often or not, but I didnât want to know. It was better not to know. I couldnât start questioning Tomâs morality right now, I had to stay focused on the task at hand, which was finding Seonghwa and trying to coerce him onto my side.
           The place was buzzing with all sorts of people, all seemingly eager to socialize and make lasting connections. The interior of the casino was vast and covered in red and black dĂŠcor, giving it a sultry but eloquent touch. We had barely walked in when our coats and purses were taken to a garderobe for safe keeping. And before Tom could explain much about the place and the type of events that were held here, we were swarmed by quite a few wizards and witches, all very keen of talking to Tom, of holding his attention for more than five minutes. It seems like that hasnât changed since Hogwarts.
I remained by his side and smiled, only spoke up when I was addressed to as I was too busy searching the roomâthe crowdâfor the familiar face that I was here in the first place. I had opted to wear a long-sleeved dress as it was still cold outside, the velvet fabric feeling soft against my skin, keeping me perhaps too warm inside the parched room. The neckline of it was a deeper cut, just shy of stopping at the swell of my breasts, and I had decorated my long neck with emeralds that glinted prettily under the light. The dress was long, I had to be careful not to step on it with the heel of my high heels, and it was a poison green, tricky as under the light it glimmered green, however, otherwise it appeared black. I had pulled my hair away from my face and curled the strands, letting them fall free against my back as simple emerald earrings decorated my ears.
I was itching to hold onto something as I tried not to fidget with my hands, preferably to feel the comforting weight of the bottle of pills, but as they were hidden away in my purse, the only reassurance that I wasnât completely defenceless lay hidden under my long dress, strapped against my shin was my wand. Over the years, I have learned to excel in wandless magic completely, but just knowing that I had my wand on me helped ease my nervous heartbeat. My eyes never stopped surveying the crowd, waiting to spot those round eyes and cherry-red lips.
âArenât you the Songsâ daughter, my dear?â I felt a lady gently touch my arm in order to grab my attention, and I averted my eyes from the back of a man who seemed to have a form similar to Seonghwaâs.
âI am.â I answered the older lady with a pleasant smile, trying to seem cordial despite my nerves.
âOh, you are gorgeous.â She whispered, fingering the velvet sleeve of my dress, lips pursed, âYou were a Slytherin, yes?â
âYes.â I hummed, glancing side ways at Tom, wondering whether he could save me from this stranger, but he was busy speaking to who seemed to be the ladyâs husband, âDoes that matter?â
âWell, Slytherins are highly regarded in our society, we are prestige, you know?â The old lady smirked, and I gently pulled my hands behind my back, feeling uncomfortable that she wouldnât stop touching my dress.
âI wouldnât call ourselves prestige when most from our house turn towards the usage of the Dark Arts in inconvenient and illegal ways.â I grumbled, trying to hide my distaste as the older lady chuckled, eyes narrowing at me.
âSo, you seem to share your parentsâ beliefs, after all.â I heaved a long sigh, looking at the lady with a pressing glare. It was always about my parents, about sharing their beliefs. I was fed up with hearing that over and over again. What did people expect of me? To follow the âpathâ of other Slytherins and join dark causes? Why did everyone have prejudices of us? And most of all, why did everyone assume all Slytherins were evil and would turn against what was right to do?
âMy parents are mighty people and proud of their legacy.â My voice was harsh as I squared my shoulders back, the older ladyâs eyes slightly widened, âMy mother was a Hufflepuff and she raised me with compassion and fierce love that taught me how to differentiate wrong from right. My father was a Ravenclaw that is beyond wise his years and values knowledge above anything else, he taught me that there is no reason to live if you donât learn constantly, if you donât find a passion that you excel in. Excuse me if I find no joy in slaying those innocents around me, if I donât enjoy tea parties organized to discuss who would and who wouldnât live another day. You, and everyone else, should know basic human decency and stop playing the Gods youâll never be. I am Slytherin proud of my heritage, and Merlin be damned if I let another one look down on me because of my parents, who have achieved things far beyond your capability in this fragile life that we live. So, if you happen to have a problem with me, or the fact that I am a Song, please, speak to be bluntly and not in riddles.â
The older ladyâs mouth hung open in shock, and we have earned the attention of Tom and the man he was talking to, the two looking just as taken aback as the lady. Well, Tom didnât look that much surprised, his frown told me of his distaste towards my words, and the swift glare sent my way signalled to me to shut up. But I didnât want to, my nerves were on a high and if one more person mentions my parents and the fact that I am the âSongsâ daughterâ, I shall repeat my speech proud and loud for the whole room to hear. It wasnât hard to guess that it was infested with Grindelwaldâs people, and my stomach churned as I felt Tomâs fingers sneak around my wrist, holding it so firmly I almost winced in pain.
âSheâs opiniated.â Is what the old man said at last, eyes narrowed as he pulled his wife closer into his side, âIs this who youâve looked up to at Hogwarts? The woman youâve mentioned before?â
My breath stilled as I looked at Tom confused, feeling suddenly uncomfortable as I tried to untangle his fingers from my wrist but he wasnât letting go. Was Seonghwa right all along? Was Tom trying to veer me away from Seonghwa while we were at Hogwarts? Had I been actually blind to Tomâs advances? But that mustnât have been possible, Iâve heard Tom say multiple times that he wasnât capable of feeling love for anyone, nor was he interested in maintaining any relationships, not even friendships.
âI apologize for her harsh words,â Tom bowed his head humbly, making my eyebrows furrow, âin her field of work she must be blunt and unfiltered, sometimes that slips into her everyday life too.â
I grit my teeth, but remained silent as the older man chuckled, eyes twinkling as he took me in. My face was a mask of impassiveness despite the urge to jinx both him and his wife. Deciding that I didnât want to partake in this wretched conversation anymore, I turned my head and allowed my eyes to survey the crowd again. I heard Tomâs voice, but I paid no mind to what words were said. I knew the older couple walked away with a laugh on their lips, and I felt Tomâs eyes piercing the side of my head, but I was frozen. My tremors returned in the worst way, making my arms tremble as I tried to gulp but my throat felt dry, eyes glassing over the longer I looked at the familiar, yet so foreign face of my once lover. He was far from us, in the heart of the crowd as he tipped his head back, lips pulled into a charming smile as he laughed. The sound was swallowed by the cacophony created by the conversing people and the playing orchestra, yet I could hear its warm timbre as if he were right next to me.
He had also changed, became less boyish looking and turned sharper in angles he didnât have before. His jaw was sharp and his nose tall, his round eyes void of the softness I was so used to receiving from him. His cheekbones were more defined than before, his cheeks having lost the baby fat I so loved pinching, and his black hair was longer than I have ever seen it before, framing his face, falling onto his forehead as his bangs were styled carefully. Gone were his wild curls that he always struggled to keep in one place. Park Seonghwa has changed since the last time Iâve seen him, and I was afraid I couldnât recognize him anymore. Had Grindelwald stolen away even the last remnants of my lover?
âI canât breathe.â I croaked out as I held onto my middle, my muscles so tense I was in pain as I tried not to double over and empty the contents of my stomach. I needed my pills, I had to take them before I would cause a scene. Suddenly, as Seonghwaâs eyebrows furrowed and his eyes turned sharp, vigilante, and found mine, Tom obscured my view of him, eyebrows furrowed in concern, yet I couldnât actually see the concern in his eyes, or on his face.
âLetâs head over to the bar,â He said quietly, grabbing my hand and stopping the absent-minded scratching I had started doing, âwater will do you good.â
I hummed, unable to will my legs to move, and felt thankful when Tom gently coerced me towards the bar, nestling my arm in his as he pulled me into his side, his cologne foreign. There was nothing comforting about his presence, unlike how Hongjoongâs had been, and I struggled to regulate my breathing and frantic heartbeats, telling myself that I was here on a mission and that I had to place aside any feelings I felt towards Seonghwa. I couldnât compromise my mission this way, I was here to offer Seonghwa a way out. If I wasnât able to keep it together for just one night, then why was I even here?
Too wrapped up in my mind, I didnât hear Tom speak to the bartender, nor did I see the glass of water that was placed in front of me until Tom poked my trembling hands and pushed the glass towards me. I quickly took it and gulped down the cool water in a few sips, thankful that the ache in my throat was finally soothed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I placed the glass back onto the surface of the bar, willing my muscles to loosen up as I licked my lips, Tomâs pressing stare becoming irritating. I exhaled slowly and opened my eyes, glancing over to Tom, voice raspy as I spoke up, âThank you.â
âIâm here for you.â Tom muttered, grabbing my hand and making the hairs stand on my arms as I didnât want to be touched. But I said nothing as I gulped and nodded once, focusing on my trembling hands as I knew Tom had noticed them, his eyes straying towards them. If only I could fetch my purse to take just one pill, it would help a lot right now. I sighed and had started pulling my hand away from Tomâs just as a person appeared right next to Tom, lean body leaning against the bar as his eyes were cold, narrow, and piercing.
âGood evening.â He spoke up upon making eye contact with me, and I forgot how to breathe all over again, âMiss Song, Mr. Riddle.â
âMr. Park.â My voice was a mere whisper as our eyes bore into each other, mine desperately searching for a semblance of the man I used to love. But it was gone, innocence and youth long ripped from him, now only a shell of the dorky and geeky boy that used to recite poems to me that he found in muggle books. It broke my heart; it made me madâit made my hands tremble even worse.
âOh, and who are these?â A very thick accented female voice spoke up, her dark red lips pulled into a pleasant and friendly smile as her eyes rivalled Tomâs blueness. I gulped, eyes straying from her onto Seonghwa as he looked down at her, his expression softening as he placed an arm around her middle. I didnât allow myself to feel anything upon seeing that as my eyes snapped back up to Seonghwaâs face, waiting for his next move.
âOld acquittances from Hogwarts.â He said easily, flashing the woman a quick fake smile, âThis is Rhaena, she went to Beauxbatons.â
âPleased to meet you!â Her French accent was irritating as she extended her hand to shake, eyes stalling on Tom for a second too long. I bit the insides of my cheeks, trying to reign in my scowl as Tom elegantly pressed a kiss against her knuckles, smirking at her with a charming gaze.
âMy name is Song Y/N.â I introduced myself confidently once it was my turn to shake her hand, my handshake firm and perhaps too strong as Rhaena winced while my eyes landed on Seonghwa, my own lips pulling into an unamused smirk, âI must admit being introduced as mere acquittances leaves me with a distaste I didnât think Iâd harbour towards you, Mr. Park.â
Tom laughed loudly, watching Seonghwa with a challenging look as Rhaena turned and looked back at him with a quirk to her eyebrow, âMy memories must be murky, my apologies, itâs been long since weâve last seen each other, Miss Song. But I see you continue entertaining your old admirersââ
âAdmirer is a strong word,â Tom cut him off with a chuckle, but it was far from being friendly as he glared at Seonghwa, âI merely admire Miss Songâs working etiquette, always have, ever since our time at Hogwarts, I suppose. Is it such a crime to look up to a strong, ambitious, and independent woman?â
I could see the spark of interest in Rhaenaâs eyes the longer Tom talked, and it irked me. If she was with Seonghwa, why was she so openly interested in other men? Did Seonghwa not see? Did he not care? Seonghwa deserved better than a woman who couldnât remain loyal to him.
âAmbitious with foolish ideasââ Before Seonghwa could finish his jab and break my heart more than it was already, Rhaena interjected, smiling widely at Tom. I knew he wasnât interested in her, but it was scary how well he played his act of looking interested in the eager woman.
âI have always loved a man who is able to recognize the power his partner holds and worship her like a queen.â Rhaenaâs lips pulled into a suggestive smirk as she licked her lips, eyes raking over Tomâs body, making me feel uncomfortable as I eyed the two. Tom chuckled under his breath but I noticed the way his jaw clenched and unclenched.
âYouâre too daring for me, Miss Rhaena.â Tom settled with saying, making the French woman pout as she suddenly pressed herself to Seonghwaâs side, who was glaring at Tomâs blatant rejection.
âAnd Miss Song isnât?â Seonghwaâs lips pulled into a vicious smile, face contorting into something sinister as he continued with an air of insignificance, âAfter all, Aurors take great pride in their work and never place anyone above themselves.â
âMiss Song knows the distinction between her personal life and her work.â Tom snapped back, grabbing the sleeve of my dress when I started shuffling on my feet, feeling uncomfortable by the exchange. I felt a little prodding in my mind and as I glanced at Tom, he was already looking at me with a frown. I nonverbally reassured him that I was okay, and finally admitted to him that I was here on a mission. He understood quickly and didnât ask questions, only stated that heâd help me with whatever.
âSo, you two are married, then? Rhaena kept on antagonizing us as our telepathic conversation was broken, and my eyebrows furrowed as I scoffed.
âTom is an old friend that I have always been fond of, are you married to Seonghwa?â Perhaps my tone was too snappy, perhaps my words gave away too much. I gulped, realizing that my emotions were getting the best of me, making me ponder again whether I should just go ask for my purse to take another pill. Things were going horribly; this isnât what I had planned for the night.
âNo.â It was Seonghwa who answered, voice deep and laced with anger, âWhat are you doing here, Miss Song? I havenât seen you at the casino before.â
âIâm here to accompany Tom as heâs told me heâs been feeling rather lonely on his visits to the casino.â I plastered on a fake smile, levelling my voice so that they wouldnât be able to tell that I was lying. Even Tom seemed to be surprised as he hummed next to me in confirmation of said lie, tilting his head as he looked at Seonghwa challengingly, âItâs a nice break from my work that you seem to know so much of, Mr. Park.â
But Rhaena seemed to be stuck on a different part of the conversation, âMr. Riddle, would you like to be my first dance partner of the night?â
I stiffened as Tom chuckled, giving me a quick glance before he nodded and extended his hand for Rhaena to take. She batted her eyelashes at him and pursed her lips as she waved at Seonghwa, walking off with Tom towards the dance floor. I gulped, eyes stuck onto them as I subconsciously started rubbing my left hand, nails digging into my skin painfully, scratching the skin as it left marks. My heart had started hammering against my chest, and I couldnât face Seonghwa as I felt his piercing gaze bore into the side of my head. I knew why I was here; I knew what I wanted to say to him, but his hostile attitude wasnât something I had expected, and now I felt like I needed to rethink and reformulate everything I had wanted to say to him.
Jumping at the sudden warm touch against my hand, I faced Seonghwa with wide eyes as he squeezed my fingers, stopping me from scratching my skin up more. My eyebrows furrowed as my hand tingled, leaving my throat dry once again as Seonghwaâs expression was blank, his round eyes having lost their beautiful and warm glimmer.
âWill you dance with me?â His voice was quiet, tone almost dejected, and I gulped as I nodded wordlessly. He didnât release my hand, instead, he intertwined his fingers with mine as he led the way towards the dancing crowd, making my insides churn at the familiar feel of his larger palm pressing against my small one.
For a second, I felt like a teenager back at Hogwarts, dancing with Seonghwa under the moonlight to a melody that he so often hummed. But the bodies that nearly collided into mine did a good job of helping me repress the memory to stay level-headed, and instead, I straightened my back and finally remembered what I was taught when I was training to become an Auror. The mission was my number one priority now, and so, I repressed all emotions and slipped a neutral expression onto my face as Seonghwa stopped in the middle of the crowd and turned around to face me. He raised our intertwined hands and yanked me towards himself, taking me off guard as I stumbled into his body. He swiftly grabbed onto my hip and I steadied myself as I held onto his shoulder, turning my head away to gaze over it as Seonghwaâs eyes landed on my face. My heart was hammering against my ribcage, skin burning everywhere it touched Seonghwaâs.
It felt familiar being in his hold, warm and comforting, yet his body was tense and on-alert. Seonghwa was a smart man, he knew if I was here, other Aurors might be too, he was on the look-out in case he needed to flee. My body was tense too, but for different reasons. I was trying not to give in to the yearning of my consciousness after the warm body that I knew so well, the embrace that made me feel like the luckiest person on the planet, the lips that ignited my skin on fire wherever they touched. I have missed Seonghwa so much that sometimes I wondered if my impeding madness was imposed upon me by our separation.
âItâs unexpected seeing you here.â Seonghwa muttered carefully, voice void of the previous hostility. I gulped and nodded, having to agree with him.
âI was curious of this place.â That wasnât a total lie, and Seonghwa could tell. I felt his finger graze against my knuckles, gently rubbing them, but I ignored it for my peace of mindâwhich I was already struggling with.
âAnd how do you like it?â
âItâs too pompous, fake, prestigious.â
âPeople are here to make beneficial connections, of course itâs fake.â Seonghwaâs voice had dropped low so that nobody but me would hear him. I hummed, licking my lips as I felt him pull me more into himself as we danced around in a small circle, his familiar cologne making my head spin. Even after all these years, he looked and felt like the Seonghwa I once fell in love with.
âYour hair is long now.â I had no idea why I said that but I couldnât take it back now, and Seonghwaâs steps stuttered for a second, making me step on my dress.
âIâve always liked it better like this,â He said once he cleared his throat, âI kept it short because my parents didnât like it.â
âI know.â I whispered and closed my eyes, giving in to my bodyâs cravings as I felt Seonghwaâs hand slip lower, press firmly against my lower back as our bodies flushed together, making me let out a stuttered breath.
âAnd your parents, are they well?â I felt bile rise up in my throat upon the question that left his mouth. He knew about them, of course he did, it was his people who sent them into hiding. My parents had played an enormous part in discovering the identity of Grindelwaldâs men and their hideout. Of course, they were being hunted by Grindelwald now. I wasnât safe either, but I was an Auror now, a talented one, Grindelwald wouldnât waste his time on somebody who could very well defend themselves against him and his army. At least, not yet. Iâm sure my time will come too.
âYouâre being a hypocrite right now, Seonghwa.â I snapped, hearing him heave a sigh.
âTheyâve always been kind to me, I do not wish mal-intent towards themââ
âAnd towards others?â I snapped, eyebrows furrowed as I pulled my head back to be able to look him in the eyes, âTowards all the innocent lives Grindelwald has takenâyou have taken?!â
Seonghwa gulped, jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed, âThereâs nothing innocent about being oppressed and having to hide our true nature while those mudbloods continue living their lives carefree and in peace.â
âMudbloods.â I whispered, shaking my head in disappointment at Seonghwa, âYouâre a half-blood, Seonghwaââ
âEnough.â Seonghwa snapped, his grip on my hand turning just a little painful, âI do not want to hear whatever you have to sayââ
âWell, that is hilarious, Seonghwa.â I chuckled humourless, eyes narrowing at him in annoyance, âYou cannot silence me, you cannot tell me what to do.â
âI can silence you,â He gulped, eyebrows furrowing, âfor forever, if I want to.â
I froze, feeling a chill run down my spine, and then I just chuckled. I raised my eyebrows at him, looking him in the eyes challengingly, âLike youâve silenced all those unassuming folk living in those village you burned to a crisp?!â
Seonghwaâs face contorted in anger, his round eyes narrowing as they stared me down fiercely, a dangerous glint in them, âWhat had to be done was done. They refused to join our cause.â
âA cause that is wrong and harms others, Seonghwa.â My voice raised slightly as I had lost my patience, our faces leaning in close as we both breathed through our noses harshly, glaring down each other, âYouâve done so many atrocities that youâre afraid to face the repercussions, isnât it? Itâs still not late, Seonghwa, if you come with me tonight, I can make things less painful for you. I can convince the officials to lessen your sentence, I can make them reason with you. If you say you regret everything youâve done and that you will strive to fix your mistake, they willââ
âI will never do that.â Seonghwa hissed and I felt his breath fan my face, âI stand by what I believe in, I stand by what I have done, Y/N. You are on the wrong side, and you all will pay.â
Body shaking from both anger and anxiety, I tried to inhale deeply and exhale, but my throat felt restricted, and the longer I remained in Seonghwaâs arms the more choked up I would feel. I needed to get away, to get away from the man that didnât resemble my once lover. This wasnât the Seonghwa I had fallen in love with, this wasâa monster standing in front of me. I bit my lower lip, feeling them tremble as I tried to supress the desperate need to cry, I wouldnât do it. Not here, not in front of him, not ever again. I have cried enough because of him.
Feeling unsafe and cold in his arms, I tried to detach myself from Seonghwa, but his hold only tightened as his eyebrows further furrowed, looking like he was fighting with himself, a turmoil going on inside his mind. My blood froze over when my eyes slipped from his face, falling onto the necklace that sat against his black shirt, sparkling underneath the dim lights. It was the star necklace I had gifted him. Shaking my head, I looked back up in his eyes, grabbing onto the collar of his vest as Seonghwaâs arms held me in a firm embrace, fingers pressing painfully so into my lower back, âSeonghwa.â
And when his eyes shook, I knew he had lost control over himself, over his emotions, over his mind. I felt my eyes fill with tears for breaking even the little trust thatâs remained between the two of us as our eyes bled into each other, making it easy for me to push through his fragile mindâs barriers. It was frightening how dark his thoughts were, revolving around murder and strategies of taking down even more people, of converting even more wizards and witches for their âgreaterâ cause. It was terrifying how good of a manipulator Grindelwald was, the fatherly look in his eyes when he looked at Seonghwa, the praises that left his mouth addictingâthe complete opposite of Seonghwaâs muggle father who would never understand our world. I felt a small resistance trying to build itself back up in his mind, but I was strongerâTomâs lessons at Hogwarts had paid off, the Auror training only making my acquired skills strongerâand so, I pushed forward, searching for anything that would be of use for future purposes.
In my search, I stumbled past sleepless nights spent staring up at the ceiling, of tear-filled eyes and salty cheeks as a familiar man cradled Seonghwa to his chest, shushing him and reassuring him of a bright ending. I heard broken whispers of my name as heâd wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare, of lustful touches that were turned down in a haste at last, and ear-piercing shouts that sent everything tumbling to the ground, shattering. And then, painfilled screams and pleas for mercy, people on their knees crying, mothers cradling their children to their chests as their houses burned down andâa piece of parchment that wouldâve been blank if it wasnât for the name of the town scribbled down on it, Grindelwaldâs harsh voice commanding my once lover to make everyone perish, nobody spared. He didnât need anyone on his side from that village, he wanted revenge. Revenge on my parents and on everyone whoâs ever tried to mislead him and take him down. Mingi. Yunho.
Seonghwa and I gasped loudly as he finally managed to push me out of his mind, not that I wanted to see anything beyond this. I have seen everything I needed. I had to alert the aurors of the attack Grindelwald had planned on our hideout. My heart raced in fear for my loved ones, and suddenly, I became aware of the hands holding my arms painfully, making me hiss out in pain as I looked up at Seonghwaâs face, feeling my heart still as his eyes were filled with tears, shaking, mouth agape as he looked speechless. I knew heâd hate me for invading his mind without permission, but I had to do it. Our trust in each other has been long broken; I was doing this for the greater good. Seonghwa wouldnât understand, but he didnât have to. Despite being a monster, he did something good, he contributed to saving hundreds of lives by weakening his mental barrier.
âYou-youââ His voice was shaky as his eyebrows furrowed, body starting to shake from anger, âhow could you?!â
âYou made me do this, Seonghwa.â I gulped, jumping when he grabbed my nape painfully so, yanking our heads so close to each other that our lips brushed together. I felt my knees grow weak, it would be so easy to press my lips against his now, to feel the soft and plush skin against mine, to devour him and taste him. Heâs always felt like home, but would he still feel like it? âYou gave me no choice, Seonghwa.â
He scoffed, sneering at me as I whimpered when his fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of my neck, âYouâre a monster, theyâve turned you into a monster.â
âAs they have with you.â I whispered, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying, to keep myself from surrendering to Seonghwa completely. Seonghwa huffed, looking like he couldnât believe what I have just said, eyes falling onto my lips as I tilted my head back, hands smoothing against his chest as my fingers ached from griping onto his vest so tightly. And my eyelashes threatened to flutter closed when Seonghwa angled his head just a little lower, his plump lips slotted perfectly against mine if one of us were to just tip our heads even the slightest forward.
But we were monsters to each other, the bogeyman of each otherâs stories.
 1943
           I was close to finishing my patrolling duties, the Astronomy Tower my last stop before I could head back to the Slytherin common room and catch up on some much-needed sleep. Our examinations for the end of the year were nearing, more notedly, we only had one more week to catch up on every lesson before weâd be subjected to the long week of finals. It was stressful and I barely had any time for anything besides studying, so, much like others, I was cooped up in the library, scribbling down any necessary information that I mightâve missed during classes. Seonghwa and I only met up when weâd have breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the dining hallâunless one of us decided to skip due to not having studied enough that day. But that was alright, we both valued our studies and grades above all and, besides, we left little messages for each other in hidden places that we knew the other would patrol in the evenings after curfew.
The steps to the Astronomy Tower were steep and made of thick concrete, I pressed my palm against the stone wall for guidance and to feel safer as I was headed up to the tower. I had a slight fear of heights, which wasnât too handy when I had to fly on a broom, hence why I never even considered playing Quidditch despite finding it cool and entertaining. Hongjoong couldâve probably brewed me a potion that made my fear halt but then again, I donât know how smart it would have been to trust Hongjoong with even the simplest potions. He loved experimenting, and I had been on the receiving end of his failed brews one too many times. I am sure Madam Gorsemoor, herself, will banish me from this school if I turn up with an aching tummy to her Infirmary one more time.
I was panting by the time I reached the top of the stairs, all I had to do was round the corner and peek around it, then I could bolt back down to the Slytherin dormitories. However, just as I was about to do that, I heard hushed voices echoing around the stone walls. I couldnât tell exactly what was being said as the voices were low, nonetheless, I did have to interrupt whatever was going on as I was a PrefectâI would even need to deduct house points if these were students and not professors. Squaring my shoulders and straightening my back to look more menacing than I actually wasâwith hopes of scaring off the studentsâI power-walked around the corner, only to freeze in the next second. Seonghwa stood leaning against the railing of the terrace, the wind howling loudly without the walls protecting us, and he was speaking to Rabastan Lestrange. My eyebrows furrowed as I noticed another figure sitting down, feet dangling over the ledge as he was leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the bright starry night sky, Hongjoong.
I didnât understand what was happening, and I gulped as I carefully hid back around the corner, grateful that the three boys hadnât noticed me. I peeked my head around the stone wall, still, and cast a wandless eavesdropping spell, Seonghwa and Rabastanâs voices suddenly tangible to my ears.
âSo, what youâre saying is that your parents got everything ready for us?â Seonghwaâs usually warm voice lacked emotion now, and I could see that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
âYes, all we have to do is give them the go.â Rabastanâs voice was harsh much like his fatherâs, and my eyebrows furrowed even more as I felt more confused than ever. What was this about and how did Seonghwa know Rabastan? What even was the purpose of this meeting after curfew? Was it worth it for Rabastan and Hongjoong to get caught and have house points reduced?
âBut are you certain weâve got enough people on the inside?â Seonghwa pressed on, sounding stressed, âOut of twenty-five people I have talked to, only ten wanted to join the cause.â
âIs he one of them?â Rabastan scoffed, tilting his head in Hongjoongâs direction as he remained ignorant of the two. I chewed on my bottom lip as Seonghwa glanced back at his best friend then shook his head slightly.
âDonât worry about him,â Seonghwa muttered and Hongjoong gave him a lopsided smirk and a wink. Rabastan looked disgusted as he averted his eyes, glaring at Seonghwa now.
âIf Grindelwald arrives and marches inside the school, we need to have enough students on his side to defend against the other fools, Park.â Rabastan hissed and my eyes widened, a tiny gasp slipping past my lips in shock, âHeâs been planning this for way too long for you to mess it upââ
âAnd I have been planning alongside him just as much, Lestrange.â Seonghwa leered as he got all up in Rabastanâs face, his face contorted in anger. I had never seen Seonghwa look like that, I couldnât believe this was real, that my Seonghwa was saying such things. What did he mean heâs been planning alongside himâalongside Grindelwald?! Was Seonghwa doing bad things behind my back? There had to be an explanation to all of this, this can only be a sick joke. Before I could react, Hongjoong tipped his head back, looking rather bored until we made eye contact. His eyes widened instantly and his mouth fell open as he struggled to scramble up as I shook my head at him ânoâ, but it was already too late.
âSeonghwa!â He hissed, and I watched as my lover looked over to his best friend with an irked expression on his face until he followed Hongjoongâs line of sight, our eyes meeting. I gasped, my heart racing in my chest as I whirled around and took off running, waving off the spell I had cast. I held onto the railing tightly as I tried to make my way fast down the stairs, struggling not to stumble and accidentally fall as I heard hurried footsteps echo behind me, laboured breaths leaving the personâs mouth. I didnât dare look back to see who was following after me, but if they werenât casting jinxes my way it meant that I was somewhat safe. At least as long as they didnât reach the end of the staircase. The winding stairs seemed to suddenly never end as the wind howled in the distance the closer I got to the bottom, to the wooden door that was ajar as I had left it like that, the key to the door sitting in my pocket.
My lungs heaved for air as I finally reached the last stone step, letting go of the railing as I ran for the wooden door, screaming in fright when I felt a hand wrap around my bicep and yank me back before I could leave. I was whirled around and pushed against the door as I frantically tried to fight off the hands gripping my arms now.
âY/N, itâs me.â The breathy voice was gentle, âMy love, itâs Seonghwa.â
But that wasnât comforting to hear anymore as my head snapped up, wide eyes staring at Seonghwaâs worried face. I gulped and gripped his forearms, pulling him closer towards me as our chests rose and fell quickly, âExplain.â
Seonghwaâs face blanched, skin paling as he gulped, his grip softening against my biceps, âIâwhat you heard isnâtâmy love, letâs stay level-headedââ
âIs it true?â I snapped, jaw clenching as I couldnât stand to hear him stutter, âWhat Lestrange has said, is it true, Seonghwa?!â
âCalm down firstââ
âDonât tell me to calm down!â I screamed and fought his grip off, pushing him away from me. My hands had started trembling as I stared at him with disgust, trying to make sense of everything, âIt is true?! Are you on-on Grindelwaldâs side?!â
âY/N,â Seonghwa froze, his expression suddenly faltering as he looked past me, at the wooden door, âYesâYes, I am.â
I felt my heart clench as tears flooded my eyes in an instant, and I was gripping Seonghwaâs shirt in a flash, yanking him down to be eye-level with me, âTell me youâre lying. Look me in the eyes.â
Seonghwaâs jaw clenched and unclenched as he licked his lips, struggling to take a long breath as his eyes fell on my face, searching for something that he didnât find as suddenly he looked resigned, âItâs not a lie, my love, I have chosen to support Grindelwaldâs cause. Weâve been forced to suffer for too long, shunned into hiding while those creatures do as they please, while they live the lives we are supposed to live.â
I shuddered at his words and released him as if he had burned me, hugging my arms around my middle as I bit my bottom lip, a few tears having escaped my eyes, âYou were there. At Lucyâs funeral, you were there, Seonghwa. She died because of Grindelwald. Her entire familyâeradicated, burned down, because she was an innocent Muggle.â
Seonghwaâs eyes were filled with tears too as I had started crying now, hands shaking even more as I tried to wipe my cheeks dry, but the tears just kept flowing, âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?!â I snapped, voice shaking from the betrayal I was feeling, from anger, and from feeling like my heartâs been ripped out, âHow could you look me in the eyes every single day, touch me, when youâve been going behind my back and plotting such atrocious thing, Seonghwa?!â
âI wanted to tell you but youâyouââ I took a step back as Seonghwa tried to reach out for me, watching the hurt expression on his face due to my rejection, âI knew youâd react like this; I just couldnât tell you. Youâdâruin our plans.â
It felt like a punch to the gut hearing the love of my life say those things and I laughed, body shaking in despair and pain that this is the side my lover had chosen. The man I thought I would marry one day, give children to, grow old with. Yet here he stood in front of me, with tears streaming down his faceâan abomination, just a mere shell of what he used to be, âYour father is a muggle, Hwa.â
His jaw clenched and he swiftly wiped his tears off his cheeks, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, âAnd heâs never been good to me.â
I gulped as I closed my eyes and willed my muscles to ease up a bit so that I could move again. I brushed my hair back as I blinked my eyes open, a little blurry from the tears that still threatened to spill out, but I sucked it up and nodded, ignoring my heart that was crying out for my mind to stop, not to say the words that would leave my lips soon, âGoodbye, Mr. Park.â
âWhat?â Seonghwaâs eyebrows furrowed as I grabbed the door handle behind me and bowed my head respectfully.
âFinish your Prefect duties and go back to your dormitory.â My voice was devoid of any emotion as I yanked the wooden door open behind myself, mind numb and silent for once, âI shall do the same, I wonât report this to Headmaster Dippet just yet.â
âY/N, what are youââ
âI believe itâs Miss Song to you, Mr. Park.â
Seonghwaâs eyes widened as I stepped outside, hands trembling beyond normal as I had started feeling faint, âY/N, no. No, you cannot leave me, I donâtâI cannotâplease, Y/N, my love, please donât. I cannot live without you, Y/Nââ
The wooden door was loud as it slammed shut in my face, making my knees go weak as I tumbled to the floor, gasping for air as my whole chest felt on fire, tears wetting my cheeks before I could even try to stop them from escaping. The gut-wrenching sob that rippled through the hallway despite the wooden door that separated us made my skin crawl, my heart screaming at me to go back and take back everything Iâd said to Seonghwa, but my mind knew what was right. My mind knew there was no further future for us, for Seonghwa.
He had chosen his path, and I have chosen mine.
           Like many knew, my work etiquette was beyond pristine and precise. I valued my missions above anything else, and so, I had wasted no time in reporting back to the Aurorâs Officeâto Theseus Scamanderâabout what I had found out at the casino. The attack that Grindelwaldâs menâSeonghwaâwas tasked to lead to avenge their leader. I could only hope that I was on time, that they hadnât gotten to the village just yet, but with Seonghwa knowing that I had discovered their plans, it was probable that I was either too late, or they wouldnât attack anymore. Either way, I was compromised and I needed to move, to go into hiding at one of our safe houses. I had requested to be placed close to Yunho and Mingi, in hopes that I could finally find them and speak to them. I missed them gravely, and slowly I had started feeling crazy without their safe and comforting presence around me.
But my mission wasnât over yet, due to the weight of Seonghwaâs own mission, now I was tasked with killing him. It was a straight-up order, nothing could change their minds. Even if Seonghwa apologized and begged, they wouldnât forgive him. In their eyes, he deserved to dieâand I knew this. He did deserve to die, but I couldnât ignore the growing lump in my throat and the coil of my stomach any time I tried to come up with a plan to lure him towards me. I was a trained professional, and I was tasked to kill a man. It would have been like second nature if said main wasnât Seonghwa. I didnât know how to proceed just yet, but I knew upon seeing Mingi and Yunho I would find solace in their presence and inspiration in their ideas. But one thing was certain, I would never be able to face Hongjoong again if my mission was successful.
I had woken up early in the morning to pack away my most important belongings, stuffing old polaroids deep into my satchel bagâthe same one I had used at Hogwarts. At times when I felt nostalgic and missed the good old times, I would flip through the moving polaroids that had been taken at Hogwarts, many of them of Seonghwa and I, or of Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and I. Despite Yunho and Mingi having entered my life recentlyâthree years ago, more specificallyâthe pictures of the three of us belonged in the same pile. Those two were like the brothers I never had.
I had taken my time to venture into the Muggle World and buy enough pills to last me three months in case I had to hide for a longer period of time, and I was already tempted to abuse the prescribed amount as I placed the third bottle away in my satchel bag, zipping it closed and placing it down onto the floor, next to my other bags. Now all I had to do was wait for the official that would fetch me and Apparate me to the safe house. Only a select few knew of its location, and I would be granted permission only once we have arrived to it. It didnât help either that last night I was plagued with nightmares, the lack of sleep and the pills I had taken earlier this morning made me feel drowsy now, making me contemplate if taking a nap right now was smart or not. But I felt too restless to sleep, and thus, I couldnât stop pacing around my main hallway, chewing away at my bottom lip. I was thinking of ways that I could deal with Seonghwa, desperately trying to find a way out in which he remained alive, when there were three firm knocks at my front door. I released a stressed sigh, grateful that the official was finally here and that I wouldnât have to think about my issues for a little while.
I hurried over to the door, unlocking it quickly and yanking it open, freezing in surprise. The black cloaked figure was tall, head leaning down and obscured by a hood, making me wonder if the Ministry had changed up their customs and forgot to update me about them. But then, the person raised their head just until I could see their eyes, and I froze. Round eyes were narrowed into a ferocious glare and I gasped as I went to slam the door shut, fear striking my whole body as Seonghwa threw himself against my front door, pushing with all of his force to throw it open. I hissed as I leaned against the door heavily, refusing to give up, but Seonghwa gave it an aggressive push and I was sent tumbling back as I crashed into the round table placed in the middle of the hallway. He pushed the door open with his foot and unclipped his cloak from around his shoulders as he elegantly stepped inside, eyes cautiously glancing around, surveying the place. Perhaps he was looking to make sure I was alone.
I quickly snapped out of my initial shock and pushed off the table, heart beating fast as I ran around the table, going to fetch my wand which was placed atop the fireplace, but suddenly I felt my feet tangle together, sending me face first down onto the floor. I groaned as I narrowly avoided banging my head against the surface and rolled onto my back as I heard footsteps quickly approach. Staring up at Seonghwa wide eyed, his wand pointed at me, I narrowed my eyes and watched as the wand flew out of his hand at my non-verbal spell. His jaw clenched and I quickly jumped up to my feet, eyeing his wand, contemplating whether I should grab his instead as I knew he was never too good at wandless magic. I could only hope that was still true.
But as I lunged towards his wand, which had rolled underneath the table, Seonghwa lunged for me, arms wrapping around me and tackling me onto the table. I gasped as I collided against the surface painfully so, my shoulder digging into the sturdy wood as Seonghwa pressed my cheek with his hand against the surface without mercy.
âYouâve got a nice little cottage for yourself, Miss Song.â He sneered leaning down, âA little too daring for my taste. You didnât even have wards set up.â
I huffed and grabbed his wrist with my left hand, which wasnât trapped underneath my body, and yanked his hand off my face, kicking his shin hard with my leg, âI fear no one, Mr. Park. One doesnât need wards when they live on the edge a Wizarding and Muggle town.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong, my love.â I gulped at the once endearing nickname, and trashed around until Seonghwaâs hold loosened, âYou made tracking you so easy.â
I chuckled as I finally wrestled my way out from underneath Seonghwa, âPerhaps I wanted to be found, my love, perhaps you just willingly walked into my trap, Hwa.â
Seonghwa froze for a second, face falling as I smirked and jumped up, hand curling around his neck as I threw him into the wall behind him, making him gasp at the sheer force I had used. I had never fought physically against Seonghwa, we had only duelled at Hogwarts. He had no idea what I was capable of in hand-to-hand combat. But I also had no idea how he fought, and I was certainly taken aback when I felt his knee raise into my stomach, making me suck in a sharp breath of air. My hand left his neck as I doubled over, fighting the urge to vomit as Seonghwa looked down at me with a dark look in his eyes. I felt fingers card through my hair and my head was yanked back as I groaned, looking up into his eyes with venom.
âYouâre rather unprepared for someone whoâs just lured me into their trap.â Seonghwa leered, leaning down, but before he could get too close, I stomped on his foot harshly, making him cry out as he let go of me, pushing me to the side. Regaining my balance, I dashed towards the fireplace to retrieve my wand and I heard hurried movement behind myself as well as we both turned around at the same time, wands held in each otherâs direction threateningly. Neither of us moved nor spoke, our eyes boring into each otherâs to see who would make the first attack. Based on experience, Seonghwa wouldnât attack first, he would wait for me to do that, but I suppose times have changed us as I was forced to dodge an attack that almost made my fireplace explode into pieces. My eyes widened at the aggressive nature of Seonghwaâs attack and decided to return the energy. If he wanted to play dirty and use non-verbal magic, I could certainly match his energy.
I sent a Stupefy his way and watched in satisfaction as it took him off guard and sent him flying into the wall, breaking the small shoe rack that I have mounted myself. I smirked at Seonghwa, tilting my head with a challenging glint in my eyes, until I suddenly lost my footing again. It had seemed like he was fond of the spell. Seonghwa looked slightly dazed as I tried to regain my bearings, my head having hit the floor a little hard this time, but the duel must go on, I have gone through far worse things compared to this.
Sharp icy arrows were shot towards me as I scrambled backward, raising an invisible shield with my left hand as I sent blue fireballs towards Seonghwa using wandless magic. His eyebrows furrowed as he raised his own shield last minute, looking taken aback that I could use my magic so sharply while utilizing three methods at once. I knew he couldnât when his eyes hardened again, giving me time to finally stand up and continue my attack with a spell that had birds materializing and diving for Seonghwa. He yelped and shielded himself, his barrier broken by the birdâs beaks as I shot another Stupefy at him, which he barely avoided as it crashed into the portraits hung onto the wall, sending them crashing to the floor.
I knew his next move before he even did itâI didnât need to read his mind to knowâas I raised another shield, dodging his strong Stupefy as it shattered my spell quite instantly. This duel felt childlike, as if we were testing each otherâs patience, wanting to see who would give in first. It almost felt petty, like he was only teasing me because he was so certain that heâd win. I could count on my fingers how often he had beat me in a duel, and I knew for a fact that he still wasnât better than me. Fed up with our useless fight, I decided to put an end to it as my eyes hardened, Seonghwaâs eyes narrowing upon seeing my expression. But before I could yell out Expelliarmus, I felt my right hand burn, the wand so hot that I had no choice but to drop it as I gasped, the tremors of my hands worsening as I looked back up at Seonghwa. He was smirking, thinking he had won the duel, but I raised my left hand and screamed, âExpelliarmus!â
He didnât expect me not to give in right away, and so, his wand flew out of his hand as I whirled it against the wall, hearing a crack. My breath halted in my throat as my eyes widened in horror, watching as Seonghwaâs broken wand fell to the floor, his jaw falling open as he flinched. The apology was on the tip of my tongue, but the pure rage that had encompassed Seonghwaâs face made me shiver, and I dashed for the front door, trying to escape before his wrath could reach me. But had I miscalculated our distance, and as I grabbed the handle and tried to open the door, I felt a warm presence behind myself as the door was slammed back shut, my breathing loud in the silent room as my heart had started beating fast.
I was frozen, too afraid to move as I didnât know what Seonghwa would do now. The man that stood behind me, stopping me from fleeing, was somebody I didnât know. I could hear Seonghwa trying to level his breaths as his palm remained pressing against the door, his arm brushing against my hair. I tried to calculate my next move, work out what would be the smartest thing to do next, but his proximity made it hard to focus. I had seen him barely two days ago and his touch was still fresh in my mind, haunting my every waking moment, making me crave him like never before.
âWhereâs Riddle when you need him, huh?â Seonghwaâs tone was poisonous, laced with hatred as I tensed, eyebrows furrowing.
âI donât need Riddle,â I hissed, jaw clenching as my grip tightened around the handle, âI can protect myself; I donât need anyone.â
âOne would assume heâd be running here to save you like the lost puppy he was following you around at Hogwartsââ
âTom has no part in my life!â My voice raised as I grew angrier, whirling around to face Seonghwa. I faltered for a second, finding him too close for comfort as he glared down at me, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes as I gulped, âI only used him to get an invite to the casino because I heard he goes there oftenâlike you.â
Seonghwaâs careful mask cracked for a second as his eyebrows twitched, almost turning into a frown, but he caught himself and smirked instead, leaning down, âYou think you can fool me with your pathetic lies?â
âWant me to show you?â I raised an eyebrow challengingly, knowing that it would only make Seonghwa angrier as he detested Legillimency, especially after I have used it on him at the casino.
He scoffed, leaning down closer to my face, âI shouldâve killed you on the spot two nights agoââ
âYet you didnât,â I breathed out with a scoff, âlike I havenât told anyone about you and Lestrangeâs stupid plan of bringing Grindelwald inside Hogwarts.â
âIt wasnât stupidââ
âYou failed.â
âBecause Riddle caused a scene, as always.â Seonghwa hissed, and I jumped when his fist made contact with the door above my head, making me melt back into the sturdy door, heart racing all over again, âI wouldâve killed him a long time ago if Grindelwald hadnât seen potential in him.â
Dread washed over me as I felt my stomach drop, âWhat are you talking about?â
âDonât worry,â Seonghwa leered, tilting his head to the side as his glare made me feel sick to my stomach. Heâs never looked at me like that, with so much venom and hatred, âyour little lover refused his offer and Grindelwald decided to let him live for a little longer.â
âHeâs not my lover.â I snapped, chest rising and falling quickly once again as I started getting angry. When would he understand that I could never look at Tom the way he thinks I did, âI have never harboured any romantic feelings towards TomâI donât even understand how my personal life is any of your business. You donât see me talking ill of Rhaena or questioning her motives with you, Seonghwa.â
He paused as he gulped loudly, his hand slipping lower on the door until it was right next to my head, his wrist brushing against my cheekbone, âRhaena is someone I work with, itâs all professional.â
âI do not care, Seonghwa.â
âYou donât, right.â
I gulped as suddenly an uncertain look crossed Seonghwaâs features, his eyes momentarily softening as I felt my whole body tingle as he stepped closer, his clothes brushing against mine. I felt my mouth go dry as my eyes roamed his face, palms turning into fists as I felt the sudden urge to reach out to him and touch him. Seonghwa placed his other hand against the door too, caging me in between himself and the sturdy surface. His eyebrows furrowed as his dark eyes bore into mine, bangs slightly obscuring his beautiful eyes as he exhaled slowly, closing the distance between our bodies. I shuddered and tilted my head back as he straightened up, my eyes landing on his plush lips as he parted them, tongue poking out to lick his dry lips. My whole body was buzzing as my eyebrows furrowed, my heart and mind fighting a never-ending battle as I couldnât contain myself anymore and reached up, fingers reluctantly touching his cheek.
I wasnât certain if heâd let me as his eyebrows furrowed even more, obvious that he was also struggling to make up his mind. But at last, I decided to be brave and cupped his warm cheek, my hand trembling against his soft skin. Seonghwa gasped quietly as his eyes widened, searching my gaze before his eyes fluttered shut, bringing tears into my eyes. I so desperately wanted to be engulfed by his familiar embrace, the warmth of his safe hug, the feeling of belonging, something I havenât felt ever since we parted ways. Then, just slightly, as my fingers have started tracing his cheekbone, he turned his head and pressed a firm kiss against my wrist, alighting a vicious fire in my body.
âSeonghwa.â I had barely finished whispering his name when my lips were muffled by his, the familiarity of them making me moan as I threw my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him with desperation. Seonghwa inhaled loudly as he gripped my hips and flushed our bodies together to the point you couldnât tell where he started and where I ended, and I pushed up on my tiptoes to better kiss him. His pace was sloppy and desperate as I returned the aggressivity of his own lips, fingers tangling in his dark and long locks, pulling on the strands and making him groan in the back of his throat. He leaned down and I felt his hands travel to my thighs, and I jumped before he could signal for me to, legs wrapping around his hips firmly as he pressed me back up against the sturdy door, moaning against my mouth when I finally parted my lips for his tongue to explore. He tasted like the old Seonghwa, he smelled like the old Seonghwa, he even felt like the old Seonghwa.
His body had gotten sturdier, stronger, and yet despite the desperate way he clung to me, fingers pressing into my cheeks or grabbing at my neck, he remained mindful of hurting me, of being gentle even in our desperation to feel each other, to love each other. His tongue lapped at mine eagerly, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled back for a scarce breather, making me chase after his lips again as I couldnât let go of him just yet. Our lips were swollen and covered in our mixed saliva, but I couldnât care less as finally my thoughts were silent, my body and mind only focusing on Seonghwa. He gripped the back of my thighs and I made sure to hold onto him tighter as he pulled me off the door and started walking aimlessly around my cottage, having to pull away from my lips just slightly so that I could give him directions towards my bedroom.
Our clothes were quick to come off, even before we made it to the bedroom, and I found his once flawless skin now littered with scars, bringing tears to my eyes as he shuddered when I gently traced them with my fingertips. My body wasnât perfect either, but it definitely harboured less scars than his, and it made me wonder just how many times heâs been in harms way with no guarantee that heâll make it out alive. Before I could cry, Seonghwaâs lips were pressing against my cheeks, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my jaw and chin, at last finding my lips as I was guided backwards onto the bed, pressing me down gently as he wasted no time getting on top of me. Despite the passing of time and being away from each other for four years, our bodies seemed to still know the other, our minds remembering every little thing that made the other tick, and it felt natural as we were guided by pure lust and desire for each other.
I had tried to remain composed and focused on Seonghwa, to give back just as much as I was receiving, but when he had settled between my legs, lips pressing feather-like kisses against my thighs until he drove me crazy and had me begging for more, I was a gone woman only able to focus on the immense pleasure his long tongue and plush lips brought, his fingers helping out when it wasnât enough anymore. When my fingers yanked on his hair so hard that it made him whine, tongue lapping at my juices even faster, making me writ around until he held me down by the hips, Seonghwa knew I was close to unravelling, to coming undone on nothing but his tongue and fingers. But he pulled back, he always did, because he wanted to fill me up, to make me scream his name while I came undone on his dick. His lips kissed all the way up to my lips as I whispered his name over and over again, scratching down his back with my long nails, legs hooking around his hips as he wouldnât lay on me just yet, tongue tangling with mine and making me taste myself as I reached down between us, grabbing his twitching member.
Seonghwa froze, moaning against my mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, rutting against my palm as I jerked my hand faster, until he was begging me to stop because he didnât want to finish like this. And I did, I cradled his face in my hands as our eyes bore into each otherâs, his dick finally lined up with my entrance as he slowly pushed inside, holding himself up by the forearms. It was painful, it was bittersweet, and it was the most pleasure I have felt in years, all in the arms of the man I had once lovedâI still loved. My mouth had fallen open as I hissed in pain, eyebrows furrowing and eyes falling shut as Seonghwa kissed my wrists, whispering reassuring words, understanding that I havenât done this since we went our separate ways.
But I didnât need much to get accustomed to the once familiar feel of his dick splitting me open, stretching me out and making me feel filled to the brim, the only thought on my mind being him, Seonghwa. And I tried to swallow the noises that wanted to tear through my throat, but the harder Seonghwa slammed back in, the faster his hips thrust, I could only moan and whine, call out his name repeatedly as he fondled my breasts and made my back arch, hitting my sensitive spot over and over again. I grabbed onto his arms for leverage as he sat back on his heels, holding my hips up tightly as he pulled me down on each thrust to meet him halfway, making me curse out loudly as my stomach had started coiling, the pleasure building up until I couldnât bear with it anymore.
âSeonghwa.â His name was nothing but a broken whisper as I bit my bottom lip, opening my arms, knowing that heâd understand my request. And he did, because he pressed himself completely against me, my arms going underneath his to hug him tightly as my fingernails pressed into his shoulder blades once again, painfully so, making Seonghwa hiss in pain and pleasure at the same time. He buried his head in my neck as he was panting, hips jerking messily as he was nearing his own undoing, much like I was. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, chasing our own orgasms as Seonghwaâs right hand lowered between our bodies and started quickly rubbing my bundle of nerves, making me throw my head back and come undone in just a few seconds. His name left my lips like a mantra as I felt tears spring into my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, body trembling as he stilled, and then I felt hot liquid spill inside me as he lazily continued to move his hips, making my body ache as it all felt too much.
âMy love.â His lips brushed against my ear with one final thrust and then he stilled, body going lax as I was panting hard, trying to swallow but my throat felt parched. Seonghwa muttered something against the skin of my neck but I didnât understand, and I turned my head to press kisses against his hair, his shoulder blade, and ultimately his lips when he raised his head. I instantly felt cold and like I was missing something as he rolled over and pulled out, his chest rising and falling just as frantically as mine. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like a vein would pop in my forehead and I felt Seonghwaâs fingers intertwine with mine. I gulped and looked over, finding nothing but a pained expression on his face and eyes that were overflowing with tears. I couldnât hold it back in anymore, and let mine fall free as Seonghwa sniffed loudly, his beautiful black hair strewn across my pillow, the cloudy weather casting my bedroom in a dim light.
âI love you, Y/N,â Seonghwaâs voice was raspy and it trembled as he pressed a long-lasting kiss against my knuckles, âI love you so much, my love.â
I bit my bottom lip to fight the sob that threatened to rip through my throat and nodded, bringing our hands up to my cheek to nuzzle it against Seonghwaâs skin, âI love you too, Hwa, always have. Always will.â
But we werenât meant to be since we were on opposing sides. And we both knew that as our tears stopped flowing, our fingers going numb from how tightly we held onto each other. Seonghwa sighed then released my hand reluctantly, making me bite back a whine as he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. Before he could get off my bed, I sat up hurriedly and threw my arms around him, letting out a long exhale as he returned the embrace, cradling my head against his naked chest. I wanted to grow old with him, I wanted to have children that would gift us grandchildren, I wanted us to never be separated again. And maybe Seonghwa wanted that too because his whole body trembled as we somehow found the strength to separate from each other, eyes yearning for something weâd never have.
I watched as he rolled over, then sat on the edge of my bed as I pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging my bare legs, looking for even the smallest comfort now that I knew I would let him leave, just this once. This was our final goodbye, the closure we never got. Once Seonghwa was out of my cottage, weâd play our parts, weâd be the enemies everyone thought we were. I was ready, and perhaps he was ready to. An easy smile settled on my lips as I watched Seonghwa lean down and fetch something, his back muscles tensing as he glanced back over his shoulder. My eyebrows furrowed upon the solemn look on his face and I went rigid as he turned his torso around, my own wand pointed at me. His voice was resigned, a whisper, pained.
âObliviate.â
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           The train came to a screeching halt as we neared the next village, sending me back in my seat as I stared out the window, feeling bored as I knew nobody who shared the compartment with me. But thatâs how it is when you donât have friends of your own. It was alright, I had always done just fine on my own. As the train stopped and the doors opened, I watched the students who lived in this village get off, pulling their heavy luggage after themselves, greeted by their families who couldnât wait for them to return home for the summer holiday. My chin was resting in my palm as I pursed my lips, finding it hard to enjoy my last train ride back home, never to return to Hogwarts. There was an ache in my chest that grew the longer I stared out the window, the longer I stared at the messy black-haired boy that had stopped close to the edge of the platform, gazing inside the train, dark and soft eyes landing on me unmistakably.
I gulped, feeling my heartbeat pick up the longer our gazes remained connected, confused by the ache in my chest that only got worse the longer we looked at each other. My eyebrows furrowed as I felt this sudden urge to reach out to him, to get off the train and run into his arms, to breathe in his familiar scent and feel his plush lips press against my skin, and his low voice whisper reassuring words into my ears. I didnât know why I felt like that, I couldnât explain the yearning of my own body as the boyâs once familiar face became hazy, unclear. No matter how hard I tried to look, I couldnât see his features clearly. I couldnât remember his name.
He became a murky memory in the back of my mind as the train whistled, signalling its departure, and as we took off, I felt the lurch of my heart and the coil of my stomach worsen as I jumped up from my seat, pulling the window open and scaring those sitting in the compartment with me. I looked out the window, head leaning outside as my eyebrows furrowed, the name of the boy on the tip of my tongue as I desperately tried to cry out his nameâbut I didnât know what it was. I didnât know who he was. The alarmed cries of the people who rode with me snapped me out of my unexplainable actions, and I settled back into my seat feeling confused and embarrassed as I apologized.
I couldnât tell anymore why my heart ached like I had loved someone with my whole being, with my soul, like I had sworn to remain by their side forever and even beyond. It confused me as to why I wanted to sob and scream after a boy that once was my guiding light in the darkness, my star. A face once familiar now became just the whisper of a distant memory that I couldnât put my finger on, a nostalgic ache of a love that felt real, yet intangible.
The stars couldnât shine bright without their darkness.
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summary: jake helps you feel better while you're sick, and maybe gets himself sick as well..
pairing: jake webber x fem!reader
contents: fluff, lovey-dovey jake, my normal writing consistencies
warnings: illness, emetophobia mentioned
wc: 1k
an: hellooo! i've been inactive for a while and i'm back in my writing grind<3 not many people might enjoy this one, but i felt like writing it either way cos i'm sick currently (i rlly hope i get better soon.) this is definitely a self-insert, but i hope this gets attention by more than js me! sending love to whoever is reading this đ
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- jake w .á
for the last few days, your immune system has been on vacation.. like you were last week, on the cruise with jake, johnnie, & tara.
you remembered when you were on the cruise and johnnie said that he had a sore throat and a stuffy nose, and you all made him wear a mask and joked around about him having 'guilbert's disease.'
it was all fun and games, until you got guilbert's disease. you started having the same symptoms that johnnie said he was having.
the past three days, you've been rotting in your bedroom. it was stressing you out.. the mess left around your room that you hadn't gotten the chance to clean up, the lack of content that you were required to post, considering the internet was your job, and on top of it all, the pain that you were enduring through your illness.
it was more than just a sore throat and a stuffy nose at this point. your throat was not only sore, but flaming up like a raging fire that you weren't able to put out. your eyes stung and there was only so much that medicine, pills, and a pound of tissues could fix.
you were laying in your bed, missing your boyfriend and resorting to your very last option of watching his youtube videos.
the whole day had gone by with you doing the bare minimum for a human to survive. you'd had hardly any water or food and were utterly miserable. being sick was the worst, you wished that whatever this horrid thing was would go away.
you slightly jumped when you heard the soft click of your door opening, turning your head to see jake standing in the doorway.
"hi, baby," he spoke in a soft tone. "feeling any better?"
his eyes moved to your phone where his youtube channel was opened. you immediately locked your phone and half-smiled at him awkwardly.
"clearly not," you replied as he chuckled at your action. "you know you're at a VERY high risk of getting sick just standing here in my room, right?"
jake stepped further into your bedroom and leaned against a nearby wall, smiling at you. "it's gonna happen eventually," he started, "why not get it from you, pretty girl?"
"you actually would have gotten it from johhnie, not me," you laughed, reminding him that johnnie was the one who started this plague in your household. you yawned and rolled over onto your stomach.
"have you eaten today?" jake asked you, a brow slightly raised. he knew what the answer was going to be, but wanted to ask regardless, as of caring about your health as if it were his own.
you slurred your speech, "maybeee.." and smiled sheepishly into your arm.
he shook his head in disappointment, walking over to your bed to scratch your head and run his fingers through your hair. "want me to make you something?" he asked, trying to subtly push off to you that he wanted you to get some sort of nutrition.
you whined in response, having already vomited multiple times earlier due to trying to consume something, and not wanting to try again with your emetophobia. jake decided that he would try again later; he didn't want to pressure you into something you were scared of.
you yawned again. sickness was draining you. jake noticed and started to make his way to your bed, assuming you wanted him to be there with you if you were going to take a nap. to his surprise, you revolted.
"jake, what are you doing?! you're gonna get sick!" you shot up and held your arms out in a signal to get him to stop.
he laughed, his voice low and sending triggers to your brain that only he could stimulate, "relax, i'll be fine. i only wanted one little kiss," he joked, playfully reaching out for you.
you yelped in reaction, scooting backwards to the other end of the bed. "jake, enough! i seriously don't need you getting sick, too!" though your words tried to feign anger, you couldn't help but let out a small giggle. jake's plan was working.
"aww, come on, not even one little smoochie?" he teased, now crawling onto the bed. you laughed while trying to kick him away, not-so-secretly enjoying the antics. your laugh was the embodiment of beauty in jake's eyes, and it never failed to make him smile.
now he was right in front of you on the bed and there was nothing your words could do to keep him from catching your illness. you smiled at him in defeat, knowing that you lost and jake got exactly what he wanted. one of his hands guided to your waist while the other cupped your cheek as his lips eagerly met yours. in that moment, both of you knew there was no going back afterwards.
once jake had finally proven to you that he didn't care about getting sick if he could love on you, he pressed a couple soft kisses to your forehead and dragged you to lay down with him under the blankets. this is what he wanted to do all week. and the both of you knew that jake couldn't survive a day without talking to or kissing you. that's just how much he loves you.
you got comfortable with your head on his chest while he played with your hair and brushed it with his fingers. you rolled over onto your stomach and smiled at him with that warm embrace that makes him blush. "i love you," you whispered, taking in his features up close and feeling lucky to have him. he pulled you down and pressed your lips onto his in response, your head falling back down on his chest when you pulled away.
"you're definitely sick now, babe," you giggled.
jake smiled, "sickly in love with you."
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Evil Roommate
pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers
warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise
requested : yes!
word count 6.2k
summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.
âCan you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?â
The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.
âI will,â he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, âcan I not enjoy my food first?â
âNo,â you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, âyou should do it before you eat.â
Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duckâs back.
âI'd also appreciate it if you didnât talk to me with your mouth full of food either.â
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â
You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minhoâs unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhy do you nitpick everything I do?â
Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.
âMe? Nitpicking you? Please,â you scoffed, âyou don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.â
A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?
âMy wild sex adventures,â he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, âplease, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.â
His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.
âShut the fuck up,â you hissed, âI donât need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-â
âHmm,â he hummed, âyou seem to be listening very well.â
Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minhoâs fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.
âWho the fuck said you could touch me?
âDid you just fucking slap me?â
âYes I fucking did,â you spat, âwhat do you take me for?â
âYou know what youâre right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.â
You stood there in disbelief. âSo youâve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?â
âWell itâs kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.â
Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.
âCan you get to the point please?â
âI sure can sweetheart,â the name sending a shiver down your spine, âif you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?â
A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.
âMe? Sexually frustrated? Please,â you huffed, âIâm not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.â
Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.
You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.
Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. âI should really put some oil on the door huh?â You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minhoâs torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.
âY/n?â
Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.
âChaeyeon⌠heyyy,â you lingered, âI didnât know you were coming over.â
You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? Itâs like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.
âOh hey Y/N,â she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, âI didnât know you lived here.â
The arm he had around her waist made you sick.
âThereâs a lot of things you don't know about me,â you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.
âOkay, so you guys have had a little reunion,â Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, âweâre gonna go to my room now.â
âNO!â you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, âI mean, whatâs the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.â
You paused, Minhoâs face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.
âUh no thanks Y/N-â
âWe should all hang out!â
The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.
âYeah! Letâs all hang out,â you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, âIâll get some beers in the fridge.â
âI actually only drink vodka,â Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.
âOh thatâs totally fine,â you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, âwe have a bottle in the fridge, Iâll grab that for you as well.â
You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling
âSo,â you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, âhow have you been finding your course so far?â
You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.
âOh it was so great,â she smiled, âJisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.â
The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minhoâs features. You didnât want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.
âI think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.â
âI don't think I hear anything,â Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you âaccidentallyâ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.
Changbinâs name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.
âHello?â
His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.
âChangbin,â you gasped, âyou know how much I love you right?â
âWhat do you need me to do?â
You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.
âCan you come over,â you pleaded, âChaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?â
âJesus Y/n,â Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, âso you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?â
âWait no wtf,â you jumbled, âmake Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.â
âMhm yeah,â he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, âIâll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, Iâm gonna be extremely disappointed.â
âYeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.â
And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.
You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbinâs face had never before given you so much joy.
âChangbin,â you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.
âY/n what are you doing-â
âShut up and go along with it,â you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minhoâs jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?
Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. âShe definitely wasnât looking at Minho like that when he walked inâ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you werenât talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.
âMinho,â he smiled, earning a nod, âChaeyeon,â he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.
âChangbin,â she followed, repeating his smirk, âlong time no see.â
She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.
âLetâs play a game!â
âA game,â you questioned, raising an eyebrow, âwhy would we play-â
âI think thatâs a great idea!â
You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.
âGet the vodka out from the fridge, and letâs get started.â
***
Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.
âO-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.â
Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.
âWhat?â she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, âyouâve never done anything like that before?â
âI-I mean,â you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, âI donât think I have-â
âYes you have.â
All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minhoâs skull as he began to converse.
âPfft, no I have not,â you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.
âYes you have,â he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, âI saw you.â
Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.
Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-
âY/N? Y/N!â
The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they werenât the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.
âWhen?â
As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.
âMr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?â
âIâm not saying it here in front of-â
âWho? Chaeyeon?â
Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minhoâs lap. It wasnât quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didnât say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.
âIt was in the car.â
Minhoâs words felt heavy, like he had more to say.
âThe car?â
You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minhoâs palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming itâs position.
Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?
âYou were on top of him,â he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, âjust like this.â
âF-fuck,â was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.
âDo you want this?â
âWhat?â
A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on itâs own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.
âI said, do you want this?â
âDo you?â
His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.
âFuck,â you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, âyouâre making it hard to say no.â
Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.
âKiss me if you want me.â
He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.
âKiss me, and give me the green light.â
You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.
âFuck it.â
He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.
âYou like what you fucking see donât you?â
âJust shut the fuck up and kiss me.â
Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.
âMm- wait,â you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, âwait.â
A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-â
âIâm fine,â you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, âI just donât think we should do this.â
âOh,â was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minhoâs lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.
But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe thatâs why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minhoâs snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.
âWhat are you doing?â
âNothing,â he huffed, turning back to his previous position, âwhat do you want?â
You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minhoâs naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.
âY/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?â
âHmm, I think I changed my mind,â you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minhoâs lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.
âAre you being serious right now?â
The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.
âYeah, I mean,â your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, âweâve already crossed the line, letâs go a little further.â
âOh yeah?â His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.
âYouâre so responsive to me,â he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you werenât able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.
âItâs so cute,â he mumbled between kisses, âso responsive and Iâve barely done anything.â
His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.
âFuck,â you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.
âNot fun to be teased y/n,â he paused, making sure you were looking at him, âis it.â
A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, itâs not like you did it on purpose, right?
âMinho Iâm-â
âSave it,â he scoffs, âwhether you did it on purpose, or not, Iâm not gonna let you have it so easily.â
His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.
âSo fun to tease darling, but youâre gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.â
âMinho please,â you whined, âfor fucks sake.â
You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.
âThat doesnât sound very nice to me.â
âMinho please, please, please,â you whispered, voice becoming super weak, âfuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.â
âNow thatâs more like it,â he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.
âFuck,â he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, âyouâre so wet for me, aren't you?â
The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didnât know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.
âOh my god,â you gasped, âoh my god Minho please, more.â Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.
âPlease,â you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.
âDo you wanna cum princess?â His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.
âSuch a good girl,â he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, âbut if you want to cum, youâre gonna have to beg for it once more.â
âYouâre such a fucking dick,â you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minhoâs fingers failing miserably, âyouâre being so unfair.â
âIâm unfair?â he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, âyouâre the one
who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you arenât sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.â
There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.
âYou looked so fucked out right now baby,â his tone coming back to a calming medium, âbegging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,â he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, âor you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.â You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didnât act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.
âC-cock,â you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, âplease give your cock sir.â
âOoo sir, I like that one, but youâre gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.â
Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldnât lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.
âP-please Minho, sirâ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, âIâll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.â
âAnything?â
âAnything.â
âOkay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.â
âSeriously,â you panted, âthatâs what you're thinking about right now?â
âYou said anything.â He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.
âAre you okay?â
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.
âDig them into me,â he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, âdig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.â
Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldnât last much longer if you kept doing that.
âFuck,â was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.
âYouâre close aren't you,â he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, âtalk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.
âMhm, yeah, fuck Iâm so close baby. H-Harder.â
The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.
Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.
âAh fuck!â Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.
âFuck that feels so fucking good,â Minho grumbled, âare you close? Because I think Iâm gonna cum.â
It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minhoâs words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.
âY-yes,â you cried, âIâm gonna cum so hard right now.â
âYou wanna cum baby?â
âYeah.â
âYou wanna cum right now?â
âYes baby,â you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.
âCum on my cock princess,â Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, âbe a good girl and cum with me inside of you.â
And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.
âFuck,â you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasnât until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.
âI didnât know you had it in you.â His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasnât sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.
âPlease,â you scoffed, âYou did me good, but was that the best you can do?â
He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, âIs that a challenge?â
You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.
âWhy donât you find out and see?â
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hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where theyâre around 17-19, and theyâve got depression. theyâve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now theyâre coming home and theyâre all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that theyâre loved and they belong there? iâm sorry if thatâs an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. itâs totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you arenât comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3
youâre here, and thatâs what matters.
TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.
hey! i just wanted to let you know that iâve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.
note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!
Phil:
- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.
- he visited whenever he could. if he couldnât, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.
- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.
- âYou donât have to tell me why you did it, Iâm just glad youâre here,â pulling you in for a warm hug.
- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.
It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadnât said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.
You couldnât meet his gaze. âIâm sorry,â your voice started to crack. âFor making you guys worry about me.â Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.
Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. âWe donât blame you. We donât blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.â He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.
Tommy:
- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down thatâs a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.
- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, heâll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.
- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but heâs afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice heâs being quieter than usual and you donât care, you tell him you donât.
- if youâre feeling it, heâll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing thatâs too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.
It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easilyâŚ
âŚ
Until you bedroom door opens youâre being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but theyâre persistent.
âEy, wake up, itâs morning!â Tommy shakes you again.
You realize you didnât dream, but think nothing of it. âTommy please, what do you want.â
Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. âI wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!â
You sighed. If you didnât comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommyâs cheers.
You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasnât unbearable to walk to. Even if you werenât completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.
After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didnât seem too pleased.
You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. âHey.â You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.
âCan we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?â You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
âGo ahead, what is it?â
âWhen Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.â He let out a sad huff. âI thought we were going to lose you.â Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. âIâm sorry, I really shouldnât have brought this up. Iâm just glad youâre okay.â He sighed.
You put a hand on his shoulder. âOh TommyâŚâ You started, âIâm sorry for making you worry. You shouldnât have to feel like that because of my actions.â
Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, âNo, please donât apologize. Itâs not anybodyâs fault this happened, right?â You nodded.
Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. âCome on now, letâs go get some ice cream!â He pulled you up from the ground.
âLast one to get to the shop has to pay!â
Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.
Wilbur:
- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]
- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most âprotective older brotherâ energy, yeah?
- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.
- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didnât spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings
- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.
- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldnât be such a bad idea.
You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from⌠whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. âIâm home! Whatâs for dinner?â
âPasta.â
âMmm, I love some good olâ pasta.â He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. âAlso, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?â
You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. âBuild..?â You had no idea where this was going.
Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? âWilbur, how much was that?â
He blinked at you innocently. âIt was only, like, ÂŁ25. And look! Itâs got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monsterââ
âBut why?â
âWhy not? It wouldnât hurt for you to do something new, yeah?â He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. âAlright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.â Wilbur nodded.
âSpeaking of water, donât you think I could teach you how to swim or something?â
âOh, fuck off with that!â
Technoblade:
- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.
- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.
- technoâs generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.
- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didnât really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.
- he didnât explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.
- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and youâre always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.
With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. âCan I come in?â
You rose from your bed. âCome in. Oh hey Techno.â
He gave a simple wave and his signature âHalloo.â He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. âI got this. For you.â His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.
âWhat for?â
âI dunno. Writinâ your feelings down or drawinâ or somethinâ. Whatever helps you vent.â He scratched the back of his neck.
âOh Techno, thank you. Thatâs very sweet of you.â You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. âYou have two journals?â
Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. âOh this? Itâs for me. So we could do it together, I guess.â
You let out a happy hum. âThatâs nice. Say, why donât we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.â
Techno shrugged. âSure. Iâve got more stationary too if you want.â He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.
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The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 3)
Summary: Reader earns her nickname, and Spencer sinks to a new level of sin. A/N: Here, take your first dose of smut đ ⨠Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Drinking, alcohol, masturbation (male) Word Count: 5.3k
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If I had to pick my favorite thing about working for Spencer Reid, it would probably be something that most people wouldnât expect. Sure, it was nice to be able to work with a human encyclopedia, and he was definitely very nice to look at, but neither of those things contributed to my love for my job.
It was the sense of belonging. An overwhelming feeling of serenity that existed, flowing freely beneath the surface like a network of roots twined together. I never felt out of place when I was with Spencer â which couldnât be said for basically any other time. Especially not now.
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because itâs just absurd. You harass your neighbors while dressed in a costume and they reward you with something sweet (or, in some cases, change). As Iâve grown older, not much has changed aside from the creativity and length of the costumes.
... and the sweet treats being replaced by the bitter sting of alcohol.
âYou do realize that guy was hitting on you in there, right?â my friend shouted from less than a foot to my right.
âHe was just being nice.â
âYeah... in a bar,â another girl chimed in, âOn Halloween.â
I tried to remember the face of the man they were talking about, but my memory of his eyes blended into the flashing lights of the club. Even if I wasnât drunk, I knew it would have been hard to remember him. Because the truth was that he wasnât the person I wanted to see when I closed my eyes. Â
âLeave her alone. Sheâs trying to stay pure for her professor,â my friend snickered.
Despite the treachery, I still caught her before she almost pushed us both straight off the curb in her drunken state. But it wasnât her opinion I was worried about, because at that point, I was certain she would remember none of it by the time class rolled around come Monday. It was our other acquaintance that I responded to, with a very squeaky and unreliable, âI am not doing that!â
âYeah, what she wants isnât pure at all,â the mess on my shoulder droned. That was enough of a reason for me to drop her, although it really resulted in both of us barely staying on our feet on the somewhat crowded sidewalk.
âStop! Itâs not like that!â
âSure itâs not.â
Then, something else caught her attention. Knowing her, I figured that it was either a man in a scandalous costume, or it was a two for one drink deal plastered in front of a bar. I assumed it was the latter, because as soon as she finished talking, she grabbed hold of our hands and yanked us against the brick wall of the next bar.
âSo you wouldnât mind if, theoretically, Professor Reid saw you in your costume?â she asked.
I like to think that I am a relatively smart girl. After all, I had made my way to graduate school, and Spencer seemed to think that I wasnât a complete hopeless idiot. But in that moment, I couldnât understand why on earth she would ever think to ask me that.
Running my hands over the fuzzy pink bodysuit I was wearing, I tried to picture his reaction. As soon as I tried to look down, however, the two floppy bunny ears affixed to the hood dropped over my eyes.
âI-I mean, I guess notâŚ?â I mumbled, my face growing hot from something other than the alcohol, âIâm wearing it in public, so...â
But then she said it â the most terrifying two words Iâd ever heard in my life.
âOkay Ââ good.â
My eyes shot up immediately, trying to follow her eyes through the crowd of drunk, costumed people. By the time that I spotted him, somewhat thankfully dressed in normal clothes, I was powerless to stop it.
âDr. Reid!â My friendâs voice rang out into the night, âDr. Reid, come over here!â
The moment our eyes met, I knew I was fucked. Totally, completely, and utterly fucked. A clever little grin filled his cheeks as he quickly spotted me trying to hide under my hood.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?!â I shrieked, but he was already on his way over.
âYou said you didnât mind!â
In a panicked whisper, I bit back, âI didnât say call him over here!â
When he grew closer, though, I corrected myself. Because it was not just Spencer who was walking over. There was someone else with him. Another man, just as tall and just as beautiful as Spencer, but with a dark complexion and an even more wicked smile.
As for my company, they had already scattered into the bar behind me, leaving me with a wordless, dumbstruck look on my face that was very poorly hidden behind bunny ears.
âH-hey Profâ Dr. Reid,â I managed to get out. Â
âHey,â he answered in a tone Iâd never heard before. A slightly guarded, very entertained but mostly awkward stretch of the vowel.
The man beside him, however, was quick to question.
âWhoâs this?â
As I said before, I like to consider myself a relatively bright person. But the alcohol that night had been both free and strong. So, when I was asked by a handsome man who I was on the Devilâs night, I answered honestly.
âIâm a bunny!â I cried, bringing my hands together over my chest and turning to present the small pink pompom affixed to my lower back.
âI can see that,â the stranger replied through a genuine chuckle. But while the action was amusing to at least two of us in the conversation, Spencer looked mortified. It wasnât necessarily negative, though.
I couldnât be sure, of course, considering that I had already consumed more liquor that night than I had in the past month, but something told me that Spencer was less humiliated by me, and more worried about how blatant his response to my answer was. Because when he spoke, he did so through a smile.
âSheâs uh... my teaching assistant.â
âTeaching assistant, huh?â his friend repeated, clearly amused.
There was almost a challenge to the title. Something about the way he said it setting my heart into overdrive. Unable to control my own treacherous tongue, I continued to dig myself a wonderfully sized hole to jump in to.
âIâm also very good at hopping,â I said. Â
Once again, the better company of the two laughed. Spencer, however, covered his smile with a hand that brought attention to just how red his face had grown over the course of a few seconds. I was so distracted by it, lost in the way I could still see upturned lips just from his eye shape alone, that I failed to acknowledge the other man for a suspicious length of time.
âWell hey, donât let me get in the way of you two catching up. Reid, Iâll go tell the hostess weâre here, so the others know where to go.â
With a firm pat on the shoulder, the man almost turned to walk away. But before he could, I drew him back again.
âOoh, is there a party?â
Spencer, finally able to speak again, rushed his reply.
âNo, itâs nothing.â
It was obviously not nothing, though. Judging by the toothy grin that his friend flashed, it was a very big not-nothing.
âDid he not tell you?â he asked with an incredulous, mischievous tone, âItâs his birthday.â
And it was, by far, the most insulting, scandalous news Iâd heard that night. Enough to elicit a sharp gasp and hand reaching out to grab his wrist in a way I knew I shouldnât have.
âYou didnât tell me itâs your birthday!â
My mind was racing, kicking myself for having not figured it out sooner. I was trying to recall the monthly staff newsletter, but then quickly remembered that I usually relied on Spencer to summarize them for me.
âItâs not my birthday,â he explained with a sigh, âIt was a few days ago.â
His friend seemed pleased by my response, although he clearly saw it dwindling. My heels had already dropped back down with my hands that fell away, signaling a very different emotion than the excitement from seconds prior.
âWeâre meeting up with some people for drinks and dinner. You want to come?â he asked, trying to convince me before it was too late.
But the moment had passed, replaced by loud, insecure ranting that insisted that Spencer wouldnât have avoided telling me his birthday unless he didnât want me to know. That meant he either didnât enjoy making a fuss out of his birthday, or he didnât want me to, specifically.
âUhh...â
âDonât answer that,â Spencer cut in, swiftly raising a hand to dismiss the other man whose name I finally learned. âThanks Derek, Iâll be there in a minute.â
âSuit yourself,â he mumbled back. But Derek, in all of his disappointment, didnât fail to draw out one more flustered laugh from the two of us who remained as he gave a tiny half-wave and sang, âGoodbye, Bunny.â
Spencerâs neck craned back, never once leaving his friend until he had safely entered the restaurant. Once he was sure that he was safe from ridicule, or at least observation, his entire demeanor changed.
âIâm sorry about that,â he offered, but I couldnât accept. If anyone had been a bother here, it was me (and my friends).
âNo, Iâm sorry I bothered you!â I rushed.
The silence stretched between us, an unsettling reminder that we rarely interacted outside of work. That heâd never known me to party, and Iâd never thought of him doing something as routine and normal as celebrating a birthday. It shouldnât have been strange, but it was.
Perhaps that feeling was what drove me to continue, proudly stating, âI promise that I will have all your work ready first thing in the morning.â
It wasnât until Spencerâs eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in a strange, lopsided grin that Iâd realized I made a mistake.
âUm...â he spoke through laughter, âTomorrow is Saturday.â
âIâm very motivated?â
Thankfully, he saw the humiliation and was happy to offer me a graceful escape from my humiliation. âHow about I give you until Tuesday, instead?â
âYeah, thatâs probably for the best, huh?â
I gladly took it, staring down at my heels as I tried to find anything else to focus on. Anything that wasnât his eyes that seemed even more powerful after dark. But true to the magnetism I always experienced in his vicinity, I was drawn back into golden irises full of an emotion that made my heart beat twice as hard.
âWhere did your friends go?â he asked. I didnât trust myself to answer, so I just threw my thumb over my shoulder and towards the bar behind me. I didnât turn away from him then, too scared to acknowledge that I would be leaving him soon. That we would go our separate ways again and I would have to wait until Tuesday to drown in the honey of his eyes again. Â
Sure enough, Spencer gave a solemn nod and cleared his throat before mumbling, âRight. You should probably go find them, so they donât get worried.â
But I didnât want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, the rest of the world be damned. I wanted to feel his eyes on me longer, especially when they started to wander my figure that Iâd secretly hoped he would see.
I could pretend to hate my friend for calling him over all I wanted, but when I slipped into the costume hours earlier, Iâd wondered what he would do if he saw me like this. And now that the answer was in front of me, torn between the exposed skin of my thighs and chest, I wanted to experience it for as long as possible.
With my fingers on the zipper to try and calm my heart, the inebriation manifested in soft giggles as I replied, âI think Iâm pretty safe with you, Professor.â Â
Spencer didnât need to vocalize his disagreement. I saw his contention in the form of wayward eyes falling to my hands that fiddled with the tiny piece of plastic keeping me covered. When they trailed back up the zipper teeth to meet my eyes again, they were filled with a hunger that took my breath away.
Unfortunately for us, though, our smitten haze wasnât shared by anyone else in the vicinity. Especially not the drunk pack of men who passed, completely unaware of the amount of space they took up on the sidewalk. I donât even remember one of them running into me, but I definitely remembered what followed in extreme, vivid detail.
Spencer caught me, quickly and more gracefully than I thought him capable of moving. His arms were locked around me, not only preventing me from face planting on the concrete but causing me to press my face directly against him.
Before he had a chance to say or do much of anything else, I placed my hands on his chest and tore myself away from the warmth of his embrace. Because I was already drunk enough on the alcohol â I didnât need to be any more inebriated from him.
âS-See? You caught me!â I squeaked.
I didnât miss the fact his hands stayed on my waist even with the added distance, his fingers subtly digging into and stroking the plush fabric. I didnât try to stop them, either.
âAre you going to be okay? Should I take you home?â
I knew it wasnât how heâd meant it, but my inner voice still pleaded, Yes, God, please, yes! My outer voice, however, clung to reason and respectability.
âNo! Donât miss your birthday dinner!â I insisted, but he didnât look convinced. âIâm fine, seriously. I just suck at walking in heels.â
Any part of me that would have normally been offended by his insistence that I couldnât handle myself while drinking was quelled by my desire to keep his hands on me as long as possible. Although there was enough space for my arms between our chests, I swore I felt his fluttering heartbeat against my fingers. I thought of hummingbirds.
Resigned to my stubbornness, Spencer took a moment longer to stroke patterns through the pink fabric wrapped around my waist before he sighed, âIf you say so.â
âI do!â I giggled, leaning closer like I might convince him not to leave at all, âSo you better listen up, mister Professor man.â
The look he gave me was sweet, honeyed bliss. But even that seemed minuscule in comparison to the way his hands slid over my sides, making their way over my shoulders and gently brushing the errant bunny ears back out of my face. He left them there, too, with a barely-there caress of my face.
âYou look cute,â he said, like it wouldnât break my heart. Â
Shier than heâd ever seen me before, I somehow managed to still look him in the eye as I answered, âSo do you.â
It was a good thing Iâd been paying attention, too. If I hadnât been staring into his eyes, I would have missed the flash of chaotic playfulness that appeared just as he glanced down at the space between our chests.
I wouldnât have been prepared at all when he dropped one of his hands from my face to the zipper of my costume. Not to say that anything could have prepared me for the way it felt to have his knuckle brush against the skin just below the lace bralette that had been meant to protect my modesty.
Before I could even comprehend the delicious friction of our skin, it was gone. Spencer pulled the zipper up to my chin, releasing the plastic in favor of grabbing hold of my chin once more.
âBe careful with that zipper,â he instructed, âI donât need you getting hypothermia this early in the semester.â
Unsure of how else to respond, my body responded on instinct as it stammered, âI-I promise.â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â he asked again, and my autopilot continued.
âDouble promise. Promise squared.â
âOkay. You have my number so... call me if you need anything.â
I absently nodded, but Spencer accurately concluded that I hadnât actually processed what heâd said. When he let go of me, he took the time to smooth out the bunched up fabric over my shoulders. I tried to convince myself that he was just interested in the soft fluff, but it was hard to ignore the hunger thatâd only grown stronger. The darkness that rivaled the moonless hallowâs eve.
âI donât mind giving you a ride home if it means you get back safe,â he said with a deathly seriousness strongly contrasted by the flippancy that followed. âOtherwise Iâll have more work for Tuesday.â
I was grateful for the shift, because it made the loss of his hands hurt less. My chest filled with laughter that quickly burst from me with frantic, messy words.
âOf course! The work. For Tuesday. Okay! Thank you!â
âFor what?â he also said through laughter.
âIâ donât know.â
Spencer turned away from me, looking behind him at the obligations that would tear us apart. I wondered if he, too, was busy contemplating how well it suited just how different we were. How two establishments side by side could house such different things. How we were frequenting opposite ends of the spectrum.
Whatever he was thinking about, however, it didnât break his spirits too badly. Because before he sent me on my merry way, he flashed me the goofiest little bouncing peace sign before he sang, âHop along, little bunny.â
So I did, turning back to my life and letting him return to his. But I couldnât shake the feeling of his eyes following me until the darkness of the bar swallowed the space between us.
Still, I didnât need him to be there to remember how it felt for his hands to roam my body like familiar territory. I saw that look in his eyes every time that I closed my own and remembered how it made my legs shake like weak stems bending to the wind.
I decided then that it wasnât the worst thing in the world that heâd seen me in my costume. In fact, I think he quite liked it.
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 There are few things more relentless than Derek Morgan. Death and taxes, perhaps. When it came to mocking me, there wasnât a single missed opportunity. Even at the darkest hour, I trusted him to be consistent and predictable.
That was precisely why it made no sense that I had made it through an entire dinner and drinks outing with the team without him mentioning what had happened. Not even once. I almost let myself be relieved. Perhaps time spent with a child that can talk back did him some good, I thought. But when the time finally came for us to take our leave, I realized my mistake. He wasnât holding back out of the kindness of his heart.
No, Derek wanted to wait until there was no escape route. He wanted to have me trapped in a car hurtling down a highway before he spoke the words that heâd been waiting to say all night.
âSo... Bunny.â
âHer name is (y/n),â I quickly corrected. Unfortunately, Derek wasnât in a merciful mood. Although there was a notable smirk on his face, his next words were uttered with a hefty dose of skepticism. A warning that it was a subject that ought to be approached with a critical sincerity.
âHer name is Trouble. Thatâs what her name is,â he said, shaking his head. Â
âSheâs just my teaching assistant,â I said like I might actually convince myself, though we both knew that I wasnât going to convince him. âItâs fine.â
âIs that what theyâre calling it nowadays?â
But that time, it was me who issued the warning.
âStop,â I ordered, meeting his eyes to find him hiding his genuine concern under jokes that werenât really jokes at all. âI respect her. Sheâs very bright and she earned her position.â
âI never said she didnât. I know sheâs probably smart, but I also saw the way you looked at her.â
The words felt like a blow to the stomach â yet another reminder that my affections for her were so thinly veiled they might as well be scrawled across my skin. He didnât need to be a profiler to notice that I was fond of the girl, but it certainly made it worse.
Because he knew that I was lying when I muttered, âYou donât need to worry about it.â
He knew that I was lying, but he still asked, âWhyâs that?â
âSheâs...â I started, pausing while the word tried to form on my tongue. The word that had haunted me ever since those damned girls mentioned it. That short, simple little noun that had taken a cursory affection and turned it into full blown lust.
âSheâs a virgin.â
Derekâs brows jumped up his face, his jaw dropping the same way mine had when I first heard the news. Then, just as I had, he put the pieces together and realized that it should have been a foregone conclusion.
âTrouble with a capital everything,â he half laughed.
But this wasnât a joking matter, and I really wished that I could make him believe that. That definitely wouldnât happen, though. Not when he looked up to see me hiding behind my hands, sinking into my seat like it would get me out of the conversation.
âDonât be ridiculous. Sheâs obviously waiting.â
It was the wrong thing to say. I should have seen his response coming from a mile away. But I didnât, and so I was forced to listen to his childish giggles that were followed with an even more lighthearted crooning.
âYeah, waiting for the right professor to come teach her the lesson on the birds and the bees.â
âCut it out.â
Without even looking, he astutely observed, âKid, youâre blushing.â Â
âYeah, because youâre talking about me fucââ
The word never made it out, getting caught between my teeth as I bit down on my tongue damn near hard enough to make it bleed. I wished it would. I wanted the iron to drown me and rid me of the sinful things it sought to do, instead. Opting for a more⌠distinguished explanation, I eventually stammered the rest of the thought.
âYouâre talking about me... deflowering my significantly younger employee!â
âYou can say fuck, Reid,â he deadpanned, âI think youâre old enough now.â
âI donât want to. It sounds too... crude.â
I didnât expect him to understand. How could he? Heâd only seen her when she was at her most provocative⌠by far. Part of me envied him, to be able to sequester her innocence and view her as just another girl.
But she wasnât like anyone else. She was an untouched bloom, a magnolia of unearthly shades. A beautiful blossom that had broken through the concrete walls Iâd maintained for so many years. A tantalizing taste of the life outside that I refused to let in.
A fucking tease.
âToo crude for little miss innocent bunny?â Derek cooed, and it was so uncomfortably close to my thoughts that I couldnât help the way I snapped back.
âAre you done?â
As we pulled into my parking lot, Derek just waved off my hostility, recognizing it as nothing but misfired shame and anguish at the thing I wanted being out of my reach.
âYeah, Iâm done. I hope you had fun, even with the teasing.â
I chose not to dignify the second half of the statement, climbing out of the car like I couldnât step away from the conversation fast enough. But of course, I knew that only made my guilt more apparent. My culpability was clear and conclusive. There was no argument to be made.
âYou know Iâm right!â he shouted just before the door shut. A final reminder, one last cautionary call for the beast inside of me to keep itself hidden lest I allow myself to sink my teeth into something pure.
âGoodnight!â
Few things changed when I reached the confines of my apartment walls. Fantasies had only devolved into a vividness that was borderline frightening. How easily I could get lost in visions of her, only promising my return in exchange for my imagination agreeing to become a reality that I would get a chance to experience.
But that wasnât fair to her. She was just a girl doing her job with an astounding amount of patience and understanding for her hopeless romantic of a boss. For a moment, the guilt became so overwhelming that I let it win. I managed to swallow my newly acquired memories well enough to navigate my nightly routine without wishing she was there every step of the way.
Wishing that she would call me. That she would grant me the excuse to return to her, to touch her as freely as I had earlier. I imagined a world where, upon arriving to her destination, she invited me in.
As I collapsed on my bed, I wondered if she would have preferred the privacy of my home. A place far enough away from other students and academics to finally see me as something more than a superior. Something attainable in a way she never seemed to be.
Just as I closed my eyes to give in to the dreams, my phone buzzed. The sound set off every nerve in my body, all of them very poorly coordinating to allow me to grab the device and turn it on to reveal her name.
âHey Professor! I just wanted to let you know that I got homeâŚâ
Iâd never opened a notification so quickly, but I should have waited. I should have paused and taken the time to notice that what I was opening wasnât just a collection of letters and symbols.
It was a set of pictures.
Pictures of her.
âSafe and sound and zippered up. No hypothermia for this bunny tonight,â she tagged onto the end, âSweet dreams!â
How could I ever dream of anything but her? How was I meant to turn off my phone now, knowing that she was there; her drunken, lustful stare on display? I only tore my eyes away from her face long enough to notice her surroundings. I took extensive, painstaking notes on the color of the sheets on her bed and the way the zipper Iâd tugged at to control myself from taking her had fallen away again.
I could feel the softness of her skin against my knuckle again. I heard the way her breath nearly broke at the force with which she sucked in air at the feeling of me touching her. How hard she pressed herself against me, how her back arched when I held her and how she never even tried to stop my hands from finding new places to rest.
They worked diligently now, too, trying to keep her awake and with me for as long as I could, but also wanting to free myself of obligations so that she wouldnât notice how long Iâd stared at the pictures sheâd sent.
âGoodnight, little bunny,â I sent before adding, âIâll be counting rabbits instead of sheep tonight.â
As if to reward my efforts, another picture flooded my screen. Her face was scrunched up in an adorable innocence, half covered with her hand but still effortlessly beautiful.
I stopped myself from responding again. I forced myself to stop, to prevent treacherous hands from calling her and begging her to let me come to her. It wasnât fair â it was manipulative, downright evil, even â to take advantage of her inebriated state to hoard any insight she might provide.
But sheâd already sent these⌠So, would it be so wrong to indulge in her? By touching my own body to the thought of her, would I taint her? Did I care even if it did? Maybe it was for the best to plant the seed of impurity now, to strip her of her power over me.
But deep down, I knew that I would still want her. I would still wish that the hand that sneaked beneath the sheets belonged to her. I could almost feel it as my hand traversed familiar territory. It would be new for her, and it would be new for me to feel the delicate, unmarred skin of her palm slowly sliding down my stomach. Her fingers bashfully brushing through soft curls at the base of me, still too nervous to hold me the way I needed her to.
Her face would be buried in my shoulder, with dew from her breath wetting my neck and raising the hairs on my arms. I would take her hand in mine and guide her to wrap her trembling hand around my cock.
Just like I was doing to myself now, with my other hand still holding the phone displaying the image of innocence. My hand wasnât as soft or inexperienced as hers would be, but as long as my eyes stayed on her half-lidded gaze staring back at me, I could pretend.
I could hear her panting my nameâ my real name, Spencerâ in my ear, praising the feel of silky skin beneath her fingertips. She would whisper about how she wanted to feel it elsewhere, too. She would beg for me to replace a hand for her most precious place.
That damned angelic girl showing her hand on the zipper would beg me to steal away her innocence. She would unveil herself slowly, knowing that I needed the time to memorize every inch of her skin as it was seen by another for the first time. Seen by me, and only me. The vision would be for my consumption and indulgence.
I wanted it. I wanted her.
My stomach tensed as I pictured the girl staring back at me straddling my hips. I stroked myself harder, faster, letting my thumb trace down her body on my screen.
If I stole it from her, would it be mine?
Would she be trapped as I was, only able to feel anything when I was with her? Would she dream of me? Would she cherish each and every memory of my touch and play it back in her mind? When she felt the urge to break and burn, would she picture my hands lighting the match?
If I ruined her, would she be mine?
I pictured the girl on the screen with tears in her eyes, her mouth stuck open in a silent scream and her hands clutching desperately to mine. I imagined how tightly her body would grip me as I fucked her. How hard it would fight the intrusion of my sinful touch. How I would hold her down despite the resistance until she gave in to me. Until I broke her, thoroughly and irreparably.
She would be mine.
That was the thought that took me over the edge, all energy that was not delegated to my hand feverishly stroking my cock remained with my other hand to hold her picture in front of me. It never even wavered, never once shaking and risking losing any clarity. Even my eyes refused to close all the way.
She would be mine.
The warm, sticky mess of my desire coated my hand and stomach, but all I could think was how it would feel to mark her as mine. To feel the excess drip back down my cock as she collapsed against my body. To know that she would never be the same, never be wholly herself again. That sheâd let me inside of her soul and that when I left, I hadnât left empty handed.
She was already mine.
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OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1
(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)
The day Stolas met you, the life which had been boring at worst and full of love and respect at best, was in complete shambles. Broken ever since the "Brunch incident".
He and his wife were barely on speaking terms, and when they did speak, it would almost exclusively devolved into a fight filled with harsh words and thrown objects.
His darling starfire hadn't spoken to him in over a week. Something he'd usually chock up to teenage angst, but she actively avoided him now.
Something she'd never do before.
And so with his homelife slowly tearing him apart, he naturally thought a visit to his favourite Imp in all hell would brighten his day.
And that's where you came in.
You'd worked at I.M.P for the last few months and were quickly becoming a valued member of the I.M.P family.
Youd just finished a job and were about to fill out the rather tedious paperwork the job entailed, When the towering Demon Prince entered the office.
You were too proud an Imp to admit it, but when you first saw Prince Stolas you were a little starstruck.
Said Prince, apon finding a new Imp at I.M.P's office immediately inquired as to who you were
Taken off guard by suddenly be talking to a Prince of hell, you spent a moment fumbling your words, before finally telling him your name.
Stolas finding the whole thing quiet adorable.
Stolas sparked up a conversation, asking how you ended up at I.M.P and your work with the company. Something you were more than happy to tell him about.
You told him how Blitzø had hired you after youd single handedly killed 3 men in a fight with only a can opener.
Then you told him about how working as an assassin was challenging but enjoyable work, all things considered.
You tell him how working for the chaotic force of nature that is Blitzø was great too, when he wasn't being a prick.
As charming as Stolas found your slightly flustered conversation. There was a purpose to his visit. And so asking you if Blitzø was in, to which you told him he was in his office.
Stolas suddenly became anxious, wondering aloud if his outfit was presentable or not.
This caused you to laugh, placing a hand over your mouth.
Stolas was immediately indignant, demanding to know what was so funny.
You killed the laugh with a cough, before telling him you laughed because simply put "You'd never seen a more ravishing demon in all your time in hell" And for him to be anxious was funny to you.
Stolas Blushed hard, a Warmth he didn't understand spreading through his chest. It had been so long since he'd received such praise from someone who wasnt utterly subservient to him.
Sputtering out an timid thank you, before immediately making his way Blitzø's office, Ignoring your cries to wait.
Being violently thrown out of Blitzø's office was not how he saw this unplanned little 'Rendezvous' going.
Blitzø stepped out stared down at him, a mixture of disgust and anger plain on his face.
'I'm so sick of this shit stolas' Blitzø grumble out, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 'We made a Fucking deal, I come over ONCE a MONTH and fuck your brains out. And you leave me alone unless you have a job for us.'
Stolas tried to reply, trying to explain why he was there. But before he could Blitzø interjected 'I can put up with all creepy perverted texts and shit, but I am not your God Damned SEXTOY Stolas! I don't want to see your ass don't here again!' He screamed, before slamming the door.
Stolas just sat there. Unwilling to move. He felt like he'd just been slapped.
His eyes stung. His throat burned. He clutched at the ground, and even as his world fell apart around him, he could only focus on one thing.
He felt so cold...
He had no one.
No one loved him.
He felt so cold...
It took everything he had not to breakdown, he couldn't, not here. It was unbecoming of a prince to been seen showing such weakness.
The sudden sensation of something on his shoulder. Daring to open his eyes, he was shocked to find You, standing over him. Hand on his shoulder and a sympathetic smile on your face.
You reached into your coat and removed a handkerchief.
Croutching down you wiped the growing dew around his eyes.
Putting away the hanky, you stood up and offered him a hand.
Helping him to his feet, you asked him if he was okay. Stolas immediately tried to put up his aristocratic facade and assure you he was fine.
Only for the words to die in his throat and for him to almost burst into tears again.
Leading him into the nearby office, you find yourself in the conference room. You sat him on said conference table.
Quickly zipping off, you returned a moment later with a little plastic cup of water.
Handing the little cup, he took it with a wordless thanks.
Stolas felt cold.
He felt like his whole world was falling apart. He had nothing.
His wife couldnt stand him.
His beloved Starfire wouldn't stay in the same room as him.
He had nothing and no one.
No one loved him.
Why should he even go on.
Even through there crimson glow, you could see just how close he was to breaking down.
So before his despair could consume him completely, you did the only thing you could think of.
You climbed atop the conference table and pulled the poor owl-boi into a hug.
It was a little awkward due to the height difference, but standing on the table brought you high enough to pull his head onto your chest.
Stolas was utterly shocked, not just by the action itself, But the fact you did this on your own acord.
He didn't have to barter or beg or make promises for your affection.
You just... gave it freely.
He couldnt help himself.
It had been so long since he'd last felt the loving touch of another soul.
And for you to give affection so openly, he felt he could let himself be vulnerable to you. He releases a long anguished cry, bursting into tears.
You just held him close, gently petting his head, whispering words of comfort, telling him everything would be okay.
He didn't know why but your words brought out
Stolas threw his arms around you, holding onto you as though you were the last anchor in his sea of despair.
The poor owl drenched the front of your shirt with his dejected tears.
Stolas didn't know how long he cried for, and you simply didn't care.
You could tell he needed this and were more then happy to give the demonic prince some much needed affection.
Eventually, Stolas shed all the tears he had, standing up he unintentionally pulled himself from your warm embrace.
Stolas instantly missed the warmth of your touch. The same all consuming coldness as before instantly returning.
Looking up at Stolas you draw your handkerchief and go to wipe his tear stained face.
But before you could, Stolas grabbed your hand, his other hand was placed on the back of your head, he pulls you into a kiss.
You weren't sure how to react, stolas certainly didn't give you any time to figure it out as he pulled you deeper into the kiss.
While you were initially shocked by the kiss, you honestly, didn't care to put up any kind of resistance.
While you would of preferred he asked for a kiss, you could tell the guy needed this. And all things considered, you were happy to oblige him.
So when his tongue slid across your teeth, asking for entrance, you wrapped your arms around his neck you let it in, giving stolas full access to your mouth.
You began leaning into the kiss, doing your best to return his passion.
Stolas, took your returning passion as further permission, he became more aggressive.
His tongue dominated your mouth, as his hands began roamed across your body.
Stolas was in bliss, each time you shivered or moaned, bringing him further pleasure.
Taking each sound as encouragement, he became more and more aggressive. Sure that each sound you made was an unconscious sign of love.
He became more desperate to hear your angelic voice as moaned or cried out. Desperate to hear someone say they loved him.
Gripping his head, you tried to de-escalate the situation before it got out of hand.
Of course that was easier said then done, as Stolas was much stronger then he looked. But after much effort, despite Stolas's silent insistence that you continue, you finally managed to break the kiss.
Stolas's forceful nature found you pushed back onto the table. Stolas towering over you, staring down at you with those awe inspiring crimson eyes.
'We cant be this doing this' You try to tell him 'Not here. What if someone walks in on us?' The question hung in the air. When it became obvious it wasn't deterring his growing need you asked 'What if Blitzø catches us?'
Stolas pulled back at that.
Looking to the side he rubbed his arm, Anxiety bubbling in his chest.
Stolas hadn't thought of that.
What if Blitzø did walk in?
Finding him with one of his employees.
In his office.
Would Blitzø be upset?
Would he yell at him, scream and throw a fit, insisting he had betrayed him...
Would Blitzø even care?
There was a part of him that said 'Of course he would. Blitzø, no matter how much he denied it, surely Blitzø cared for him on some level.'
Stolas could tell himself that all he wanted, but deep down, he knew the truth.
He placed his hand on your cheek, looking down at you. He tried to speak only for a new wave of emotions hit him, causing him on reflex to fall silent.
It was in that moment, as he stood over you, did he realis he didn't need to hide his vulnerability from you. You weren't judging him, he could be vulnerable to you and would judge him for it.
His heart swelled and despite having just met you, he found himself developing a deep yearning to be with you.
'I-I know this is sudden. And you have every right to say no. But please... No one has ever shown me such genuine affection like you have today.'
' I'm so used to people only interested in me for my status or resources.' Stolas held himself, looking dejectedly to the side. A new wave of sorrow enveloping him.
'Your the only one who's shown me the slightes care, past what I could do for them.' He didn't meet your gaze, he ran his hand down your chest, his voice becoming just above a whisper. 'I have nothing (Y/N), I have no one. Right now your the only thing I have.'
'I need to feel something (Y/n), I need to feel something before I fall apart, and I want feel it with you.' He was practically begging you by this point.
Things like pity and mercy were a death sentence in hell.
There was nothing stopping you from saying no. You cared little for royalty. You weren't some door mat that took every word from royalty as gospel.
But right now, this great Demonic Prince standing before you. He didn't want your obedience. He wasn't forcing you to do anything.
He just wanted some sort of affection. something you knew you could give him so easily.
How could you say no?
With a deep sigh, you resigned yourself to your fate. Leaning forward you place your hand under his chin and raised his head to meet your gaze. Stolas was shocked when pulled him close and planted a kiss on his his beak.
'Lock the door' you whispered.
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Anon Ask | Caius Volturi x F!Witch Reader: Punishments
Canon Divergent Dora is true mated to Renata because I <3 Renata Fight Me
Reader is a Witch.
You are a human. Who managed because of a latent heritage of being a Witch to wander past Heidi into the Throne Room thinking itâs a tour.
Youâre not stupid, you walk right in and get near the dais and look around and realize that this is not just a tour.
Sighing, you glance around and face palm. âAhhhhhh Fuck My Life.â
The Kings of Volterra are eyeing you with amusement.
You sigh, and glare UP at the throne of a very, very gorgeous almost elfin, platinum haired King whoâs GLARING back at you with a raised brow and a scowl.
âSo ah do I get to pick who offs me?â
All vampires just PAUSE.
âBecause okay, if Iâm gonna die.â You point at Caius. âThat one. You. Youâve got dibs Sir.â
Caius is Shooketh.
This little human has got some guts.
He hates humans. HATES humans.
So why when he snatches you up and you just look at him with those big eyes, and a small smile âjust make it quick hm?â
You wait, eyes closed.
Caius pauses, growling and suddenly NOPE youâre picked up and ZOOM.
Aro: The fuck just happened?
Youâre tucked away in his inner sanctuary of his rooms, sat down on a chair. âSit RIGHT here human. If you move I shall be displeased, you wonât like what happens if you make me angry.â
âUhhhhhh kay.â
Caius goes and feeds and after he sits amongst his brothers. âIâm keeping it.â He growls
Turns out he can keep you because youâre not human! YAY!
âSo am I like a bunny.â
âLess than a Rabbit youâre human.â Caius would growl at you.
âMmmkay.â
How things Go:
You are the chillest bitch to ever chill. Life has not been great, in fact itâs been a horror show, Aro of course sees this and he scolds Caius for treating you like a piece of furniture rather than a person.
Aro knows youâre just feeling Caius out, watching because there are momentsâ the very few momentsâ when he is oh so gentle.
You shiver, a blanket is flung at your face. âMy luck youâd catch pneumonia.â
Your tummy rumbles, the chef brings a five star meal. âI donât need you dying.â
Youâre bored, suddenly youâre in front of the TV and given access to ALL the shows. âYouâre being a pest.â
Aro also knows your temper is starting to appear the more Caius pushes you away.
Caius isnât sure what to even do with youâ he is FEELING things, things heâs never even felt with Dora. And Dora is berating him alongside Marcus for being an utter nitwit.
âCai for all your brilliance for strategy youâre an idiot in romance.â Dora says.
He knows itâs true. Heâs an asshole.
And angry.
All the time. But when youâre around heâs not angry anymore.
But at one point youâre still fidgeting with your hands. âWhat is the problem now.â
âAhâŚwellâŚâ you fidget some more, âc-can I have some water colors?â
Caius freezes. âYou paint?â He seems curious.
You nod. âI do digital art but I like canvas art too!â You show him your phone of photoshop collages, watercolor, digital paintings and such.
âYou do this on a computer?â He tilts his head. He hates technology. So seeing that one can create art this way is astounding to him.
âYeah I had to sell my iPad a while ago so sadly I canât do much right now but if I have some water colors that would be a good start!â You bounce on your feet.
You have the a massive iMac, a Wacom Cintiq 24â, an entire selection of Derwent colors and crazy amounts of canvases and anything else you might need that an artist can think of.
Caius is utterly stunned when you tackle him and kiss his cheek thanking him.
His heart explodes into confetti.
Art is how Caius communicates his gentler side. His art is beautiful, evoking deep emotions, and his hand is gentle and fluid enough in motion to capture even the most minute details.
You both grow exceptionally close, till Marcus one day pulls him aside to inform him of the Mate Bond that is between you two.
The Kiss:
Youâre modeling for Caius, itâs a random request and you feel utterly embarrassed dressed in flowing robes and sprawled on a chaise lounge half hanging off, your hair spilling onto the marble floor.
You canât quite help but notice how his gaze is pitch black and devouring you.
âM-Master Caius?â
âCaius.â He grumbles.
âHuh?â
âI think itâs about time you can call me Caius y/n.â
He can hear your heart thump an erratic beat as magic swirls in your eyes. Itâs slowly been coming back to you, being cared for, like a plant long neglected, your magic has begun to grow under the tender albeit aloof care of the vampire King youâre so utterly in love with.
But you know itâs silly, thereâs no way itâd workâ
Heâs suddenly next to you, hovering nose to nose, pulling you towards him, âyou consume me.â
Itâs the last thing he says for a long while as you both end up staying on that lounge for aâ ahem lengthy amount of time.
Punishments:
Caius is a sadist.
But heâs a loving sadist.
He has so many kinks he doesnât know what to do with them. And luckily for himâ surprise surprise youâre kinky too.
But you tend to be mouthy. And Caius does not like when he is disobeyed. âBe a good pet and go sit.â
âButââ
â1.â
When Aro counts itâs for orgasms.
When Caius counts itâs for paddling or the crop.
Or itâs for forced orgasms and overstimulation.
The dynamic between you is quite lovely, boundaries are discussed whenever needed, although Caius can come across as gruff and uncaring, at one point during punishment play you had said your safe word rather quickly, and everything stopped. Oils, bath, rub down, talks, blankets, snuggles, and so many kisses to the forehead. âBunny, oh my little bunny what happened?â
As someone who does not cry.
Ever.
Aro has attested to this.
It astounds Caius that youâd trust him enough to do so.
He realizes that heâs earned a trust that has not been earned by anyone in a long long time, knowing that feeling, he would never break it by overdoing things or going past your boundaries.
Punishments are talked out. Explained. Rules are fairly discussed and you ALWAYS have a say in vetoing or staying off for another day.
If itâs a topic that has yet to be discussed it is tabled, and discussed for what an appropriate response should be.
Punishments include:
Caning
Paddle
Crop (your favorite)
Being suspended and teased.
Leashed. Yes he will have you walk behind him with a leash and collar. And yes he will sit in the Library with you on a leash and your head in his lap. âGood Bunny.â
You are a very good bunny.
Caius has only had only lost his temper with you once. And never will again.
It was due to negligence on your part, you had disobeyed him when it was imperative for you to listen, not aware of the danger of a local covenâs very out of control member. âBut Cai whyââ
They had heard your blood sing to them.
Caius had torn the individual to pieces in a fit of utter rage before turning on you with a shout, âI told you NEVER to disobey me.â he roared at you, the energy coming off him practically feral as his eyes were murderous.
Seeing you shrink back; the fear in your gaze at him almost broke his heart when the dread kicked in as to what he had done. He had frightened you.
He was supposed to be your comfort and safety.
of course you wouldn't understand vampire's ways of doing things.
or what a singer was...you were a witch...
But before he could even think to reach for you...
You had fled.
Hidden away in Doraâs rooms you tucked yourself away in her bathroom in the tub with a blanket curled up and wept.
Dora and Sulpricia beat the shit out of Caius.
He had sat outside the door pleading with you for hours.
He knew he had utterly fucked up.
He had a horrid temper, he knew it, and the idea of you being drained dry right in front of him had been far too much for him to think of. âY/n please talk to me. I'm so sorry please forgive me.â
You had unlocked the door with magicâŚ. And he had merely crawled into the tub with you, curled around you underneath the blanket and held you while you cried into him and smacked at his chest. âDonât do that ever again!!!â
âI know, I know bunny I know. Never again. I'm a bastard I know.â
You calmed down and glared at him.
âWould you like to delve out a punishment?â
You blinked, confused and then realized what he was offering.
âYes.â
And that is how you ended up quite happy with your vampire begrudgingly, and amused sitting at your feet in your shared rooms with GOOD BOY on a thick leather collar.
Turns out Caius likes being punished too.
âAlso a masochist hm?â You laugh at him and grip him by his hair.
âSo it seems.â He muses kissing your knee and nudging your legs apart. âBut the reward is worth it isnât it bunny?â
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