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Together As Gold - N.R & Y.J
P: Slytherins!Ni-ki & Jungwon X Fem!Reader
Requested by: @milksugatae
Warnings: Love Triangle, Tension, Flirting, Humour, Arguments, Jealousy, Two Endings screw it, i cant choose between them! I MADE THEM TOO TEMPTING HELP! GO FOR BOTH IDK! THEY BOTH DOWN BADDD, Teasing... LIKE ALOT OF TEASING!!! peeves is a canon matchmaker!
Synopsis: What do you do when two cunning Slytherin boys want you? If only you knew the answer yourself.
a/n: i got a few ideas for the shenanigans so special thank you to @starf4lls and @encrifice <33 dont mind any mistakes!
see request here | hogwarts au masterlist
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When you first found yourself at Hogwarts, you were alone. The tall stone walls, the constant chatter of studentsâit was all overwhelming, and you didnât know anyone. So, you kept to yourself, focusing on finding your place, giving yourself just enough time to get used to the classes and the eccentric professors.
But once you settled into the flow, things started falling into place. You made friends with your housemates and exchanged stories. The days went by easier after that, and before long, you had a solid group of friends around you, your circle expanding little by little. It was all going wellâuntil you were assigned to work with two Slytherins for a Herbology project.
Ni-ki and Jungwon.
They were the kind of people who knew exactly how to get under your skin. But you would figure out just how different they were from everyone else, with due time.
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You walked out of Herbology, your hands full with books, the weight of them pressing against your chest. You were double-checking, making sure you had all your materials. The hallways were bustling with students heading to their next classes, but you didnât mind. It gave you a bit of space to organize your thoughts.
You hadnât noticed them at first. Ni-ki and Jungwon were trailing behind you, their voices rising in a playful but heated argument.
âIâll ask her first,â Ni-ki insisted, his tone cocky as always.
âNo way,â Jungwon shot back, his voice smooth but firm. âIâll do it.â
You could hear the back-and-forth, but it didnât quite register until Ni-ki, with a sudden burst of energy, slid in front of you, effectively stopping you in your tracks. His sharp, mischievous smile was the first thing you noticed as he raised an eyebrow.
âHey,â he said casually, as if he wasnât completely interrupting your path. âWhat do you think about getting a head start on that project? Have you figured anything out yet?â
You blinked, surprised, and for a moment, just stared at him. Behind him, Jungwon stepped up to stand beside him, equally as composed but with a glint in his eyes that made you feel like this wasnât just a casual suggestion. They were both waiting for you to respond, their eyes studying you, each trying to gauge how youâd react.
You narrowed your eyes at them, still trying to make sense of the situation.
âWellâŚâ you started cautiously, âI have something figured out, but Iâm still not completely sure.â
As if that was the cue theyâd been waiting for, Ni-ki and Jungwon suddenly moved in closer. Before you could protest, they both grabbed your armsâNi-ki on one side, Jungwon on the otherâand pulled you along with them. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard, and blinked at the two of them in confusion.
Ni-kiâs mischievous grin never faltered. âGood, then weâll figure the rest out together,â he said, as though it was perfectly normal for him to be dragging you along through the hallways.
Jungwon let out a soft laugh, the sound oddly charming as he looked over at Ni-ki. âHerbology isnât even my strongest subject,â he admitted, his tone casual, though you werenât sure if it was meant to reassure you or not.
Ni-ki rolled his eyes dramatically. âAs if you have a strong subject at all,â he shot back with a grin, a little too confident in his jab.
Jungwon smirked, unbothered. âAt least I donât fail every practical. Your last Herbology experiment looked like a failed potion, Ni-ki.â
Ni-ki scoffed. âBetter than your Charms assignment, which was basically a disaster in a teacup.â
âBetter than your Transfiguration homework that could only be fixed by Professor McGonagall herself,â Jungwon retorted smoothly.
You just stared at the two of them, utterly baffled. Was this really happening? They bickered back and forth as if they didnât have a care in the world, each comment more sarcastic than the last.
âOh, donât even get me started on your Potions, Jungwon,â Ni-ki continued, practically laughing. âLast time you nearly blew up a Hufflepuff with a single sneeze.â
Jungwon shot him a playful glare. âAt least I didnât turn a batch of sleeping draught into a batch of pepper-up potion. You nearly made the whole class go into a caffeine frenzy.â
You raised an eyebrow, still trying to make sense of it all. Was it possible to survive being caught in the middle of this?
Jungwon leaned in a little closer, smirking. âFace it, Ni-ki. If it wasnât for me saving your ass last semester, youâd be stuck in the library trying to figure out what went wrong with that failed Firemaking spell.â
Ni-ki grinned wider. âWho says I needed saving? I had it all under control, except for the little incident with the blast-ended skrewtâŚâ
You sighed, realizing that you were witnessing a rivalry of sorts, but one that seemed more like the banter between good friends. It didnât make it any easier to deal with, though. How were you supposed to survive having these two as your project partners?
Okay, turns out you would survive having them as your project partners. Despite their obvious lack of skill in Herbology, they did helpâor at least tried to. Both of them seemed strangely determined, which you quickly realized wasnât out of pure goodwill but out of a mutual fear of failing the subject. For what reason, you didnât know, but the way they occasionally exchanged nervous glances during Professor Sproutâs lectures told you there was more to it than they were letting on.
What you did know, however, was that they were a surprisingly funny duo. Whether it was Ni-ki accidentally knocking over a pot of bouncing bulb roots and blaming it on Jungwon, or Jungwon deadpanning as he handed you a watering can he had accidentally charmed to spray in every direction but the plants, they somehow managed to turn the tedious project into something⌠enjoyable.
âYou were supposed to prune it, not scare it to death!â you groaned, staring at the now-drooping Flutterby bush in Ni-kiâs hands.
âItâs not dead! Itâs just taking a nap!â Ni-ki argued, holding it up defensively.
âSure,â Jungwon interjected with a smirk. âBecause plants definitely sleep like that.â He gestured at the pitiful bush, which was half dangling out of its pot.
âDo you want to take over?â Ni-ki shot back, raising an eyebrow. âOh wait, you canât even tell the difference between a Shrivelfig and a gourd!â
Jungwon didnât miss a beat. âAnd yet, Iâm still doing better than you.â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Somehow, their antics made it easy for you to relax and talk to them, like youâd known them since your first year at Hogwarts. They had this way of making you feel included in their little bubble of chaos, like you were already part of their circle of friends.
The three of you spent hours in the greenhouse, working on the projectâand while there was plenty of bickering and mishaps, you couldnât deny how much easier it was to get through with them.
Surprisingly, you all managed to finish the project on time, even if a few mishaps happened along the wayâand even if a few unfortunate plants didnât make it. The Flutterby bush never quite recovered from Ni-kiâs aggressive pruning, and Jungwon accidentally overwatered the Fanged Geranium, which resulted in a small flood and several frantic minutes of dodging snapping leaves. But somehow, against all odds, you pulled it together.
What shocked you most wasnât just that the project was finished, but that you actually enjoyed your time with them. Sure, they were a pair of chaotic distractions half the time, but their constant banter and ridiculous antics made the whole ordeal much more bearable than youâd expected. It was easy to laugh with them, easy to talk to them about random things that had nothing to do with Herbology. Somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like a school assignment and started feeling like⌠fun.
When Professor Sprout handed back your marks, you almost didnât believe it. The three of you passed the project with flying colors.
âSee?â Ni-ki said smugly, leaning back in his chair and flashing a grin at you and Jungwon. âI told you weâd ace it.â
âYou told us nothing,â Jungwon deadpanned, elbowing him lightly. âIf it werenât for me, you wouldnât have even known which end of a Mandrake to pull.â
Ni-ki scoffed. âIf it werenât for me, youâd still be trying to figure out how to trim the Devilâs Snare without getting strangled.â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at the two of them. âIf it werenât for me, neither of you wouldâve made it past the planning stage.â
They both paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. âFair enough,â Jungwon said with a small grin.
âYeah,â Ni-ki added, nudging you playfully. âGuess you did help us.â
You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. They might have been annoying, chaotic, and occasionally useless when it came to Herbology, but you had to admitâworking with them had been fun.
And you honestly thought that was itâthat after the Herbology project, you wouldnât have to worry about Ni-ki and Jungwon anymore. Theyâd go back to their own lives, and youâd go back to yours, free of their chaos. But clearly, you were wrong.
The very next day, you were calmly walking toward the Great Hall for lunch, your mind blissfully occupied with thoughts of pumpkin pasties and butterbeer, when a loud BOOM echoed through the hallway behind you. The ground shook slightly, and the smell of smoke began to fill the air.
You froze, eyes widening as you turned around. Before you could even process what had happened, the rapid sound of footsteps thundered in your direction. Your gasp caught in your throat as you saw themâJungwon and Ni-kiâsprinting down the corridor with wild, panicked looks on their faces.
âRun! Letâs go, letâs go!â Ni-ki shouted, his voice loud and urgent.
Before you could even ask what was going on, they spotted you. Without missing a beat, they grabbed youâNi-ki gripping one arm, Jungwon the otherâand practically dragged you along with them as they continued their frantic escape.
âWait! Whatâwhat are youââ you tried to protest, your feet stumbling to keep up as they pulled you at full speed.
âLetâs go, letâs go, donât stop!â Ni-ki repeated, glancing back over his shoulder like he expected somethingâor someoneâto be chasing you.
âWhat did you two do?â you demanded, the words coming out more like a yell as they yanked you around a corner.
Jungwon was panting but managed to shoot you an innocent look. âNothing serious,â he said, though the faint hint of panic in his voice betrayed him. âJust⌠a minor miscalculation.â
âA miscalculation?! What does that even mean?â
Before either of them could answer, another explosion rang out from somewhere behind you, followed by an angry voice shouting something you couldnât quite make out. Your stomach dropped as realization began to dawn on you.
âDid you two blow something up?â you asked, your voice rising in disbelief.
âNot on purpose!â Ni-ki shot back defensively, still pulling you forward. âWe were just experimenting in the Potions classroomââ
âIt was his idea,â Jungwon interrupted, cutting him off with a pointed look.
âOh, donât even start!â Ni-ki snapped, glaring at him. âYou were the one who said, âLetâs add just a little more firewhiskey to see what happens!ââ
âAnd youâre the one who actually poured it in!â Jungwon countered, his tone exasperated.
You stared at them, completely dumbfounded. This couldnât be real. How had you gone from a peaceful walk to being dragged into yet another one of their disasters in less than two minutes?
âWhy am I even here?!â you shouted, half running, half being dragged.
âBecause,â Jungwon said, shooting you a quick grin despite the chaos, âyouâre our lucky charm. And we figured you wouldnât mind helping us... again.â
âYou figured wrong!â you snapped, but neither of them seemed to care.
All you could do was sigh as they continued dragging you down the hall, their bickering somehow louder than the chaos theyâd left. You were starting to think that surviving the Herbology project was only the beginning of whatever mess these two had planned for your life.
And, well, you were right. After meeting Ni-ki and Jungwon, your once relatively peaceful life became a whirlwind of chaos. Everything they didâeverythingâsomehow ended up involving you, whether you wanted it to or not. It wasnât long before their mischief became a permanent fixture in your day-to-day existence.
If they were planning a prank, they either roped you in to help or youâd somehow stumble across them in the aftermath, frantically trying to help them hide from Filch. And of course, youâd end up covering for them because theyâd flash you those overly innocent smiles that made it impossible to say no.
If they were skipping class, you found yourself torn between making up excuses to the professors on their behalf orâmore often than you cared to admitâbeing dragged along with them. âJust this once,â theyâd promise, only for it to happen again the next week. And the week after that.
If they were goofing around, you were inevitably dragged into it. A simple walk to the library would somehow turn into a duel with floating chocolate frogs in the middle of the corridor. And if they decided to sneak out to Hogsmeade, youâd find yourself sandwiched between them at the Three Broomsticks, half-laughing, half-sighing as they plotted their next big thing.
Even their visits to Hagridâs hut became a regular thing for you. The first time, they claimed they just wanted to âshow you something cool,â but the next thing you knew, you were in Hagridâs hut, trying to dodge a Blast-Ended Skrewt that had gotten a little too excited. It was a miracle you all made it out in one piece.
Somewhere along the way, though, all of the chaos and madness began to feel normal. You couldnât pinpoint exactly when it happened, but youâd become friends with themâreal friends. The kind who stuck by each other, no matter how ridiculous the situation. And, as much as you hated to admit it sometimes, you enjoyed it. They made life more exciting and a lot more fun.
Eventually, the three of you became known across the school as the Mischief Trio. Every time something happenedâwhether it was a dungbomb going off in the middle of a Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch match, a swarm of enchanted paper birds in the library, or Filchâs office mysteriously floodingâit was almost guaranteed that you three were involved in some way. Professors groaned at the sight of you, and other students either avoided you or gravitated toward you, depending on their appetite for trouble.
But no matter how much trouble you got into, you couldnât imagine your life without them. Sure, they drove you crazy most of the time, but they also made Hogwarts feel a little more like home. And you knew youâd always have their backsâjust like theyâd always have yours.
So it wasnât really much of a surprise when you were sitting quietly in the library, diligently working through your Potions notes, and Jungwon suddenly appeared, slipping into the seat across from you. A second later, Ni-ki followed, plopping himself down beside him. Neither said a word, which was unusual. You didnât even lift your head, only glanced at them for a brief second in acknowledgment before returning your attention to your notes.
The silence lingered, and for a moment, you were genuinely surprised. Normally, by now, theyâd have already started whisperingâwell, trying to whisperâabout their latest harebrained idea or grumbled about how boring studying was. It would escalate until Madam Pince would inevitably swoop in with her stern glare and a sharp âSilence!â by which point theyâd be grinning like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But this time, they just sat there, completely quiet.
It was so unlike them that you couldnât help but glance up, a little suspicious. Jungwon was leaning casually back in his chair, flipping idly through a random book heâd grabbed, while Ni-ki seemed to be doodling on a scrap of parchment. Neither of them met your gaze, though you could tell something was up by the way they were both sneaking glances at you from the corners of their eyes.
Before you could say anything, Jungwon slipped something across the tableâa small folded piece of parchment. You frowned, curiosity piqued, and carefully opened it.
We need your help. Meet us at the Astronomy Tower after dinner. Donât tell anyone.
You stared at the note for a moment before glancing up at him. Jungwon raised an eyebrow at you, his expression unreadable but with just enough of a spark in his eyes to make you wary. Beside him, Ni-ki finally looked up from his parchment and gave you an exaggerated thumbs-up, grinning like a kid whoâd just gotten away with stealing a cauldron cake.
âWhat exactly do you need help with?â you whispered, narrowing your eyes at them.
Ni-ki quickly shushed you, his grin widening. âNot here,â he muttered, gesturing around dramatically as if someone might be listening. âJust come later, and weâll explain everything.â
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âWhy do I feel like this is going to get me into trouble?â
âBecause it probably will,â Jungwon said with a small, unapologetic shrug. âBut thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?â
You gave him a flat look, but he and Ni-ki just grinned at you, their expressions far too innocent for comfort. Whatever they had planned, you already knew it wasnât going to be anything good. And yet, you knew youâd end up going.
Because somehow, they always managed to drag you along.
So, you did end up going to the Astronomy Tower after dinner, half-expecting to find them already waiting for you. But when you arrived, the place was empty. The cool night air swept through the open windows as you looked around, your footsteps echoing faintly against the stone floor.
"Jungwon? Ni-ki?" you whispered, peering into the shadows. No response.
You frowned, waiting for a few minutes, debating whether youâd been pranked. Then, the faint sound of stone shifting caught your attention. Whipping your head around, you scanned the roomâand almost screamed when you saw a hole opening in the stone wall near your leg.
âRelax,â Ni-kiâs grinning face popped out of the hole, his head tilted mischievously. His voice was almost too casual for someone emerging from a secret passage. âItâs just me. Come on, get in.â
âWhatâNi-ki? What isâhow did you evenââ you stammered, taking a step back as he motioned for you to follow.
âNo time for questions. Just get in,â he urged, already reaching out to grab your ankle.
âWait, get in where?â you asked, taking a cautious step closer, only for him to start pulling you toward the hole. âNi-ki, this is insaneâwhat is evenââ
âJust trust me!â he said with a grin, dragging you through the opening before you could protest further.
You stumbled into the narrow passageway as Ni-ki pushed the stone slab back into place behind you, sealing off the entrance as if it had never been there. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down a spiraling stone staircase, the air growing colder as you descended.
âThis better not be a prank,â you muttered, more to yourself than to him.
âOh, itâs not,â he said, his voice carrying a suspiciously gleeful undertone.
Finally, you reached a small, dimly lit room, the stone walls lined with shelves holding jars of unidentifiable substances. In the middle of the room sat Jungwon, surrounded by an assortment of ingredients, potion books, and a bubbling cauldron. The faint greenish glow of the potion illuminated his face as he looked up at you with a sheepish grin.
âYou made it,â he said simply, as if youâd just arrived for a casual study session.
Ni-ki let go of your wrist and plopped down beside Jungwon, motioning for you to sit. You hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering yourself onto the floor. As you settled in, your eyes darted to the mess of potion ingredients scattered around the roomâlacewing flies, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, boomslang skin.
Your stomach dropped as you recognized the familiar list of items. Glancing at one of the potion books lying open beside Jungwon, your suspicion was confirmed.
They were making Polyjuice Potion.
âAre you two insane?â you hissed, your voice sharp but quiet. âYou do know this is against the rules, right?â
âRules?â Ni-ki scoffed, waving you off as if youâd just told him the sky was blue. âOnly if we get caught.â
âAnd weâre not going to get caught,â Jungwon added confidently, gesturing toward the cauldron. âWeâve been careful. No one even knows weâre down here.â
You stared at them, utterly baffled. âWhy are you even making Polyjuice Potion? What could you possibly need it for?â
They exchanged a quick glance, and you immediately knew you werenât going to like their answer.
âWellâŚâ Ni-ki started, dragging out the word as if trying to figure out how to phrase it.
Jungwon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âWe just⌠need to, uh, borrow someoneâs identity for a bit.â
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âWhose?â
Ni-ki grinned, clearly finding the entire situation amusing. âYouâll find out soon enough.â
âAbsolutely not,â you said, shaking your head. âI want no part in this. You two are going to get expelled if anyone finds out!â
âRelax,â Ni-ki said, leaning back against the wall. âWeâve got it under control.â
âYou donât even have it finished yet, do you?â you said, gesturing to the messy pile of jars and powders.
âWell, no,â Jungwon admitted, his tone hesitant. âThatâs⌠kind of where you come in.â
You groaned, already regretting every decision that had led you to this moment. âOf course it is.â
âWe just need a little help,â Ni-ki said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âAnd who better to help than the smartest person we know?â
You glared at him. âFlattery isnât going to work.â
âCome on,â Jungwon said, his voice annoyingly reasonable. âYouâve already helped us so many times. Whatâs one more?â
âOne more? This is Polyjuice Potion weâre talking about!â you hissed, staring at them, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as they launched into a chorus of pleading.
âPlease,â Ni-ki whined, dragging out the word like a child denied dessert. âJust this onceâwell, technically not just this onceâbut, you know, this timeâs important!â
âVery important,â Jungwon chimed in, nodding solemnly.
You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. âImportant? You mean ârecklessâ and âcompletely unnecessary.ââ
Ni-ki pouted dramatically, scooting closer to you on his knees. âCome on, donât be like that! Youâre our only hope.â
âIâm serious. This isnât happening,â you said firmly, your voice unwavering.
But then Jungwon joined in, mirroring Ni-kiâs position on your other side. Now you were flanked by both of them, their faces far too close for comfort, with matching grins.
âPretty please?â Jungwon said, tilting his head and batting his lashes like he was trying to win some sort of charm contest.
âWith chocolate frogs on top?â Ni-ki added, leaning in with a cheeky smirk.
You glanced between them, your eyes narrowing as they started piling on the dramatics.
âYouâre the best at brewing potions!â Jungwon said, nudging your arm.
âAnd the smartest,â Ni-ki added, nudging your other arm.
âWay better at this than us,â Jungwon continued, his tone dripping with faux admiration.
âAnd letâs be realâyouâre kind of already involved, so why not just see it through?â Ni-ki finished, his grin turning downright devilish.
You rolled your eyes. âYou mean you two dragged me into this against my will. Thatâs not the same thing as being âinvolved.ââ
âDetails,â Jungwon said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
âCome on,â Ni-ki teased, leaning so close that you instinctively leaned back. âWeâre your friends, remember? What kind of friend would you be if you didnât help us out?â
âYeah, what kind of friend?â Jungwon echoed, his voice dripping with mock hurt.
You glared at them, your resolve faltering slightly as they both gave you identical puppy-dog eyes. They knew exactly what they were doing, and unfortunately, you knew exactly how this would end.
âYou two are the worst,â you muttered under your breath, looking down at the potion book in front of you.
âDoes that mean youâll help?â Ni-ki asked, his grin widening in triumph.
âUgh, fine,â you groaned, throwing your hands in the air. âBut if we get caught, Iâm telling them it was all your idea.â
âDeal,â Jungwon said quickly, already flipping to the next page of the book.
Ni-ki threw an arm around your shoulders, grinning ear to ear. âKnew youâd come through for us.â
You sighed, wondering for the millionth time how you always let them talk you into these things. If Hogwarts ever handed out awards for bad decisions, you were pretty sure youâd win one.
You sighed for the umpteenth time as you carefully added a pinch of powdered bicorn horn into the bubbling cauldron. The potion hissed softly as the powder dissolved, releasing a faint green wisp of smoke. Ni-ki and Jungwon sat on either side of you, their usual antics subdued for once as they watched you work, their eyes glued to your every move like you were performing some kind of ancient magic ritual.
"Can you two stop staring at me like that?" you muttered without looking up, your voice edged with exasperation.
"We're just... observing," Jungwon said innocently, though the small smirk on his lips betrayed him.
"Yeah, gotta make sure you're doing it right," Ni-ki added with a teasing lilt.
You shot them both a sharp look. "Oh, I'm the one you're worried about messing this up? Let me remind you whose brilliant idea this was."
Ni-ki grinned, leaning closer. "Exactly. Which is why we need you to handle itâyouâre way better at this than weâd ever be. Right, Jungwon?"
Jungwon nodded seriously, though his gaze didnât waver from the potion. "Yeah. If it were up to us, weâd probably blow something up by now."
You couldnât argue with that. They had the combined attention span of a niffler in a jewelry shop.
"Just donât distract me," you muttered, carefully stirring the potion clockwise. "If you make me mess this up, weâll have to start all over again, and I am not spending another night like this with you two."
"Aw, you love spending time with us," Ni-ki teased, leaning his chin on his hand as he continued to watch you.
You didnât dignify that with a response, instead focusing on the precise instructions in the book. Step by step, you added each ingredient, your movements careful and deliberate. Occasionally, youâd glance at the timer Jungwon had set, making sure everything was timed perfectly.
As the potion began to turn the intended muddy brown color, a sign that it was nearing completion, you let out a small breath of relief.
"Wow," Ni-ki said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was softer, almost genuine for once. "Youâre, like... really good at this."
You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Donât sound so surprised."
"Iâm not," he said quickly, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "But watching you work is kind of impressive."
Jungwon nodded in agreement, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare moment of sincerity. "Yeah. Weâd be completely hopeless without you."
For a moment, their compliments caught you off guard. You felt heat rising to your cheeks, but you quickly masked it by focusing on the potion again.
"Well, maybe next time, donât drag me into something like this again, and I wonât have to save your butts," you said, though your tone lacked its usual sharpness.
Ni-ki chuckled. "Whereâs the fun in that?"
Jungwon leaned closer, resting his elbows on the table. "You wouldnât leave us to fend for ourselves, though. Admit itâyouâd miss us."
You rolled your eyes, stirring the potion one last time. "Iâd miss the peace and quiet more."
They both laughed, and for a brief moment, the room felt lighter. As chaotic as they were, you couldnât deny that there was something oddly comforting about their presence, even when they were dragging you into one ridiculous situation after another.
"Alright," you said finally, stepping back and wiping your hands on your robes. "The potionâs doneâfor now. It needs to sit for a month before itâs ready to use."
"A month?" Ni-ki groaned, slumping back against the wall dramatically.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow. "Did you even read the instructions before planning this?"
"Of course I did!" Ni-ki said, though his expression said otherwise.
You shook your head, gathering up the leftover ingredients. "Typical. Anyway, you two better figure out what youâre actually going to use this for. Iâm not getting involved beyond this point."
"Sure youâre not," Jungwon said with a knowing smirk.
Ni-ki grinned, leaning forward with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, weâll see about that."
You rolled your eyes, brushing off your robes as you stood up, ready to leave this chaotic duo behind for the night. "Well, good luck with your little plan or whatever. Iâm going to pretend I was never here."
But before you could take more than a step, Jungwon was suddenly on his feet, grabbing your wrist with a firm but gentle grip.
"Wait," he said, his eyes bright with excitement.
You raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and Ni-ki. "What now? I already did what you wanted. Iâm not doing anything else."
Jungwon grinned, ignoring your protests entirely. "We want to show you something."
You blinked, confused. "Show me what?"
"Youâll see," Ni-ki chimed in, already moving and motioned for Jungwon to hurry up.
"Come on," Jungwon said, tugging on your wrist before you could protest further.
Sighing, you let yourself be dragged along, too tired to argue. "This better not get me into more trouble."
"No promises," Ni-ki called over his shoulder, a teasing lilt in his voice as he disappeared down the corridor.
The three of you navigated through the dark, winding passageways beneath the castle, the air cool and slightly damp. You had no idea where they were taking you, but you couldnât help but feel a flicker of curiosity.
After what felt like ages of walking, Ni-ki and Jungwon came to a stop in front of a narrow staircase that spiraled upward.
"Here we are," Ni-ki announced, gesturing grandly.
You frowned, looking up the staircase. "Where exactly is here?"
"Youâll see," Jungwon said, his grin widening as he nudged you toward the stairs.
With an annoyed sigh, you reluctantly began to climb, Jungwon following close behind while Ni-ki took the lead. When you finally reached the top, Ni-ki pushed open a small wooden door, and you stepped out into the cool night air.
Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. You were on a secluded rooftop of the castle, the view stretching out over the Hogwarts grounds. The Forbidden Forest loomed dark and mysterious in the distance, and the Black Lake shimmered faintly under the light of the moon.
"Whoa," you breathed, momentarily forgetting your irritation.
"Told you it was worth it," Jungwon said, his tone softer now as he stepped up beside you.
Ni-ki plopped down on the edge of the rooftop, his legs dangling over the side as he leaned back on his hands. "We found this spot last year. Nobody ever comes up here. Itâs kind of... ours."
"Well, now itâs ours," Jungwon corrected, shooting you a smile.
You glanced between the two of them, your heart softening despite yourself. For all their chaos and mischief, they had a knack for moments like thisâmoments that made you glad you were friends with them.ĂĽ
"So," Ni-ki said, breaking the silence, "what do you think? Worth the trek?"
You gave him a small smile, finally letting your guard down. "Yeah... itâs pretty amazing."
Jungwon leaned back against the wall, a satisfied grin on his face. "Knew youâd like it."
The three of you sat there for a while, just sharing a quiet night under the stars.
--
Well, you would love to say that the month waiting for the Polyjuice Potion to set was peaceful.
But that would be a lie.
No, the so-called "peaceful waiting period" turned into absolute chaos. Since Ni-ki and Jungwon couldn't carry out their grand plan just yetâone they still refused to tell you about, claiming it was a "surprise"âthey apparently decided to channel their boredom into wreaking havoc around the castle.
The professors were on edge, constantly looking over their shoulders for the next disaster. Filch was more paranoid than ever, skulking through the hallways with his lantern, muttering about "those blasted kids." Even the ghosts seemed jumpier than usual, drifting through walls with wary expressions, as though they'd had enough of the two troublemakers.
And somehow, no matter what you were doing, you always managed to get roped into their schemes.
Youâd lost count of how many times youâd accidentally stumbled upon them in the middle of one of their rule-breaking escapades. It was like you had some sort of invisible string tying you to their chaos. Youâd walk into a corridor or step into an empty classroom, minding your own business, only to find them hunched over a suspicious-looking contraption or whispering excitedly about their next prank.
The moment they spotted you, it was over.
"Perfect timing!" Ni-ki would exclaim, as if youâd planned to walk in on them.
"Donât just stand thereâhelp us!" Jungwon would add, usually while pushing something heavy or fumbling with something clearly not meant to be in a studentâs hands.
And no matter how much you protested, no matter how loudly you declared that you wanted nothing to do with their shenanigans, youâd inevitably end up being dragged into it.
One time, youâd walked into the library, thinking youâd finally get a peaceful moment to study. Instead, you found them standing in the Restricted Section, both of them holding an armful of books they definitely werenât supposed to have.
âWhat are you doing?!â you hissed, glancing around to make sure Madam Pince wasnât nearby.
âResearch,â Ni-ki said simply, dropping the books onto a nearby table with a loud thud.
âFor what?â you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
He grinned. âClass stuff. You wouldnât understand.â
Jungwon, on the other hand, looked at you with a completely straight face. âHeâs lying. Weâre looking up forbidden spells.â
You groaned. âWhy do I even bother?â
Another time, you were walking back to your dorm after dinner, only to see Filch sprinting down the corridor in the opposite direction, his face red with fury. Moments later, Ni-ki and Jungwon rounded the corner, both breathless and laughing, carrying what looked like an entire box of dungbombs.
You froze. âNope. Not happening. I donât even want to knowââ
But before you could finish, they grabbed you by the arms and dragged you into an alcove, whispering something about "keeping watch" while they set up their latest prank.
âDo I look like I want detention?â you hissed, glaring at them.
Ni-ki just grinned. âCome on, youâre part of the team now. This is bonding.â
âThis is stupidity,â you shot back, though you reluctantly stood guard while they did whatever it was they were doing.
And then there was the time in the Great Hall. You were just trying to enjoy breakfast, eating your toast in peace, when suddenly a flock of enchanted paper cranes came swooping down from the ceiling, diving and swirling around the students. The Hall erupted into chaos as people swatted at the cranes, which were apparently charmed to sing obnoxiously off-key.
You didnât need to look far to figure out who was responsible. Sure enough, Ni-ki and Jungwon were sitting a few seats away, barely holding back their laughter as they watched the scene unfold.
âYou two are going to get expelled,â you muttered as you sat down next to them, shooting them both a glare.
âWorth it,â Ni-ki said, grinning as a crane landed on his shoulder.
âTotally worth it,â Jungwon agreed, taking a bite of his toast as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Did you gravitate toward them or something? Because no matter how hard you tried to stay out of their messes, you always seemed to end up right in the middle of them.
And yet, despite the chaos, despite the rule-breaking, and despite the constant time spent in detention... you couldnât help but laugh. They made it impossible not to.
--
You were generally just trying to mind your own business, walking through the dimly lit hallway near Filchâs office, when you spotted them.
Ni-ki and Jungwon stood just a few feet away, both leaning casually against the wall like they didnât have a care in the world. Which wouldâve been believableâif not for the way their eyes darted around like they were scanning for witnesses. They somehow looked both innocent and highly suspicious at the same time, a combination that never boded well.
Your instincts immediately kicked in: Turn around. Walk away. Pretend you didnât see anything.
But, of course, luck wasnât on your side.
Ni-kiâs head shot up, his sharp eyes catching you before you could even take a single step back. âHey! You!â he called out, grinning like heâd just won the lottery.
You groaned audibly, muttering, âWhy me?â
Before you could say anything else, Ni-ki was already jogging over to you, his excitement practically radiating off him. âCome on, come on,â he said eagerly, grabbing your arm and tugging you toward Jungwon.
âDo I have to come?â you asked weakly, already knowing the answer.
Ni-ki didnât even bother responding. He just pulled you along as you let out a resigned sigh, casting one last glance at the exit youâd never make it to.
When you finally reached Jungwon, you gave them both a pointed look. âAlright, what are you two planning this time?â
Jungwon didnât say anything at first. Instead, he pulled out a folded piece of parchment, his grin spreading mischievously. Holding it in one hand, he drew his wand with the other.
âI solemnly swear I am up to no good,â he said softly, his voice practically dripping with mischief as he tapped the parchment.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as the blank parchment shimmered and began to transform, intricate lines and scribbles spreading across it like ink soaking into paper. A moment later, you realized it was a mapâan incredibly detailed map of Hogwarts.
Your jaw dropped as you leaned closer, watching names begin to pop up across the surface, tiny dots moving around the corridors and rooms. Students, professors... even Filch and Mrs. Norris were labeled as they wandered the castle.
âWhat theâ?!â you gasped, utterly shocked. âWhere did you get this?â
Ni-ki leaned in close, his chin practically resting on your head. You felt his full weight press on your back as he grinned. âA trickster never reveals their secrets,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
You grumbled in annoyance, trying to shove him off. âWill you get off me?â
He smirked, clearly enjoying your irritation, and stayed exactly where he was. Curse his heightâand the fact that he was impossible to move when he didnât want to be moved. With a resigned sigh, you let him rest there, shooting him a glare he just ignored.
Meanwhile, Jungwon pointed at the map, his grin taking on a distinctly cat-like quality. âLook,â he said, his finger tracing a path on the parchment.
You followed his gaze and froze. There, on the map, was Filch. He was several hallways away, but he was moving steadily in your general direction.
âPerfect,â Jungwon murmured, his grin widening as his eyes sparkled with mischief.
You gave him a wary look. âWhy do I feel like Iâm about to regret being here?â
âYouâll be fine,â Ni-ki said breezily, still leaning on you like it was the most natural thing in the world. âYouâre one of us now, remember?â
âThatâs what Iâm afraid of,â you muttered under your breath, your eyes flicking back to the map as the ominous dot labeled Filch continued to move closer.
Whatever they were planning, you had a sinking feeling it was going to end with you all running for your lives. Again.
So you stood there in stunned silence, half-expecting to wake up from a bizarre dream, as Jungwon and Ni-ki expertly worked together like they had done this a thousand times before.
Jungwon was the distraction. With a flick of his wand, he whispered a Muffliato charm, ensuring Filch wouldnât hear the chaos unfolding in his own office. Meanwhile, Ni-ki was crouched by the lock, muttering a soft Alohomora under his breath. The click of the door unlocking sent a pang of dread straight to your stomach.
"Are we seriously doing this?" you hissed, still frozen outside the office door.
Ni-ki smirked as he pushed it open. "Oh, weâre way past asking that question."
Before you could argue, Jungwon grabbed your arm and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you with a silent wave of his wand. You stared at them as they got to work.
Jungwon headed straight for Filchâs desk, pulling out drawers and rifling through papers like he was on a scavenger hunt. Meanwhile, Ni-ki found the confiscated items cabinet, letting out an impressed whistle as he examined its contents. âWow, Filch really doesnât like fun, huh? Half of this stuff is just Zonkoâs products.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âYouâre going to get us all expelled.â
âCorrection,â Jungwon said without looking up. âWeâll only get expelled if we get caught.â
âHelpful,â you deadpanned, crossing your arms as you watched him pull out a particularly nasty-looking parchment.
âAh-ha!â Jungwon exclaimed, holding up the paper triumphantly. âThe list of confiscated items! This is gold. Imagine what we can do with this.â
You opened your mouth to ask what exactly he planned to do with it, but Ni-ki interrupted by shoving a colorful box in your hands. âLook at this! Itâs one of those fireworks from Weasleyâs Wizard Wheezes. Filch had no business taking this away.â
Before you could respond, Ni-ki grabbed another handful of glittery objects from the cabinet and threw them into a sack heâd conjured from thin air. You groaned.
âAnd what are we going to do with all this stuff?â you asked, already dreading the answer.
Ni-ki gave you a mischievous grin, holding up a handful of confetti. âOh, we have plans.â
The next thirty minutes were a blur of pure chaos.
Jungwon enchanted the ceiling to rain confetti every time someone entered the office. Ni-ki, on the other hand, seemed to have a vendetta against Filchâs desk, which was now buried under a mountain of glitter, enchanted to sparkle like a thousand stars under torchlight. You triedâreally, you didâto stop them, but they ignored you completely, too caught up in their gleeful destruction.
âOh, and this will be the pièce de rĂŠsistance,â Ni-ki said, holding up a firework and sticking it in the middle of Filchâs desk like a centerpiece. âTimed to go off the moment he sits down.â
âBrilliant,â Jungwon agreed, stepping back to admire their handiwork with a proud smile.
You stared at the chaos surrounding you. Filchâs office looked like a carnival had exploded in it. Glitter covered every surface, the confetti charm was in full effect, and there were at least three forbidden spells buzzing quietly in the air.
âThis is... insane,â you muttered, shaking your head.
âInsanely fun, you mean,â Ni-ki corrected, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âCome on, admit it. Youâre impressed.â
âIâm horrified,â you shot back.
Jungwon checked the Marauderâs Map, his grin turning slightly panicked. âUh, we should probably go. Filch is coming back.â
At that, Ni-ki straightened, grabbing the sack of confiscated items. âAlright, letâs move. You coming, partner-in-crime?â he asked, looking down at you with that maddening grin of his.
You groaned but followed as they bolted for the door, the three of you slipping out just in time. You could hear Filchâs grumbling in the distance as you sprinted down the hall.
When you finally stopped running, out of breath and covered in a faint layer of glitter, Ni-ki turned to you with a triumphant grin. âSee? That wasnât so bad.â
Jungwon snorted. âSpeak for yourself. Y/N was ready to disown us back there.â
You glared at them, pointing at the faint trail of glitter that followed you like a beacon. âWeâre all getting detention if this doesnât wash off.â
Ni-ki just shrugged, still grinning. âWorth it.â
You sighed, already preparing yourself for the next disaster theyâd drag you into.
You never really expected to stay friends with them. Honestly, you didnât even know when you had officially crossed the line into friendshipâit just kind of happened. Despite being dragged into their mischief constantly, despite the headaches and the near-expulsions, they had somehow managed to carve a space in your life that you hadnât realized.
And while they were an absolute menace most of the time, there were moments where they surprised you.
Like when you were stuck in the hospital wing after a particularly nasty Quidditch accident, and Ni-ki had snuck in late at night to bring you sweets heâd smuggled from the kitchens. âThought you could use a little sugar rush,â heâd said with a grin, settling down at the edge of your bed like he planned to stay there all night.
Or the time you got a nasty grade on an essay in Transfiguration, and Jungwon, who had perfected the subject, had sat with you for hours helping you revise until you finally understood it. Heâd teased you endlessly, of course, but he still patiently explained things, as though he believed in you even when you didnât.
These small moments added up, painting a picture of your friendship that was as genuine as it was chaotic.
But what you didnât knowâwhat you couldnât knowâwas that their feelings for you ran deeper than friendship.
The way Ni-kiâs teasing became just a little softer when it was directed at you. The way he always found an excuse to stand close, to brush against your shoulder or nudge you playfully, his gaze lingering on you when he thought you werenât looking.
Or the way Jungwon seemed to falter around you in small ways. The way his eyes softened whenever you laughed, or the way his voice always lost a bit of its sharpness when he said your name.
Neither of them had admitted itâmaybe not even to themselvesâbut it was there.
And you, completely unaware, continued to treat them like the troublemaking friends youâd grown so used to, never realizing the turmoil you were unknowingly causing in their hearts.
Eventually, the month was up, and the Polyjuice Potion had finally set.
Jungwon and Ni-ki, as eager as ever, wasted no time dragging you back into the secret passageway where theyâd first revealed their ridiculous plan. Youâd been half-hoping theyâd forgotten about it, or maybe come to their senses, but judging by the gleam in their eyes, you knew better.
Jungwon carefully ladled some of the potion into a glass, the thick, murky liquid swirling ominously. The smell was awfulâlike burnt cabbage and old socksâand you couldnât help but scrunch your nose in disgust.
"Are you sure about this?" you asked, eyeing the potion warily.
"Positive," Jungwon said, far too confidently for someone about to drink something that could very well land him in the hospital wingâor worse.
Ni-ki leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like this was the best entertainment heâd had all year. "Go on, Jungwon. Bottoms up."
With a deep breath and a glance at the both of you, Jungwon tipped the glass back and downed the potion in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, he doubled over, clutching his stomach as his body began to shift and change.
You and Ni-ki stepped back instinctively, watching in both awe and horror as Jungwonâs dark hair lightened to a sandy brown, his frame stretched slightly taller, and his features rearranged themselves into something alarmingly familiar.
When he straightened up, you found yourself face-to-face with the Gryffindor prefect.
"What," you said flatly, blinking at him as your brain struggled to process what you were seeing.
Jungwonânow looking and sounding exactly like the Gryffindor prefectâgrinned. "What do you think? Pretty convincing, huh?"
You stared at him, dumbfounded. "Youâre him. Youâre literally him."
Ni-ki let out a loud laugh, slapping his knee. "This is incredible. You even nailed his âholier-than-thouâ smirk." He clapped his hands together, grinning like heâd just won the lottery. "Absolutely flawless. Ten out of ten. You could fool anyone."
Still reeling, you turned to Ni-ki, your voice rising. "What is this plan, exactly? What are you two planning to do now that Jungwon looks like the Gryffindor prefect?"
Ni-kiâs grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, right. About thatâŚ" He stepped closer, lowering his voice as though he were about to share the worldâs best-kept secret.
You crossed your arms, waiting impatiently.
"We," he began, drawing out the word dramatically, "are going to change the Gryffindor common room password."
You blinked. "You made me brew a highly risky potionârisked detention and possible expulsion just to change the password to the Gryffindor common room?"
"Exactly!" Ni-ki exclaimed, throwing his hands up as if to emphasize his point. "Gryffindorâs been unbearable ever since they won the last Quidditch match. Rubbing it in everyoneâs faces, strutting around like theyâre the kings of the castleâ"
Jungwon, now examining his new appearance in a nearby reflective surface, chimed in, "Which theyâre not, by the way."
Ni-ki shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Itâs payback. Justice if you would say."
Jungwon, nodded solemnly. "Itâs about the principle."
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. "You two are insane. Do you have any idea how much trouble youâll be in if you get caught?"
Ni-ki leaned closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Thatâs why we wonât get caught."
"Uh-huh," you deadpanned, entirely unconvinced. "And if the real Gryffindor prefect shows up?"
Ni-ki waved you off. "Thatâs why weâve got a lookout."
"Whoâs the lookout?" you asked warily.
Ni-ki gave you a pointed look, his grin widening mischievously.
"No," you said immediately, stepping back. "Absolutely not. I am not going to be the lookout for this ridiculous plan."
"Come on," Ni-ki whined, grabbing your arm and giving you a pleading look. "Youâre the only one we trust for the job. Plus, youâre great at pretending you donât know us if things go south."
"Thatâs not a compliment," you snapped, but Ni-ki just laughed.
"Please!!!" Jungwon said, and despite the fact that his face wasnât his own, his tone was still undeniably his. "We need you."
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. They were absolutely impossible. Still, as much as you wanted to walk away and leave them to their ridiculous plan, you knew you wouldnât. "I canât believe Iâm even here for this."
Ni-ki slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Come on, Y/N. Whereâs your sense of adventure?"
"Buried under my sense of self-preservation," you muttered, but neither of them seemed to care.
"Boooring!" Ni-ki said immediately, grabbing your shoulders and steering you toward the entrance of the secret passage. "Now, letâs go. Weâve got a password to change."
You groaned, already regretting every life choice that had led you to this moment.
You all snuck out of the astronomy tower heading toward the Gryffindor Tower with hushed footsteps and quick glances over your shoulders. Jungwonâstill posing as the Gryffindor prefectâwas striding ahead with a perfect air of authority, his shoulders squared, and his expression sharp.
You and Ni-ki, on the other hand, trailed behind him with exaggeratedly guilty faces.
"Slouch more," Jungwon hissed over his shoulder, his voice clipped and stern. "Youâre supposed to look like youâve been caught red-handed."
"I am slouching!" Ni-ki shot back in a loud whisper, looking offended. "Iâm a professional at looking guilty, thank you very much."
You rolled your eyes, muttering, "Not exactly something to be proud of, Ni-ki."
Ni-ki ignored you, but when a group of Gryffindor students turned the corner, his whole demeanor changed in an instant. He widened his eyes, hung his head, and even dragged his feet slightly, looking every bit the part of a student whoâd just been caught in the act of breaking the rules.
Jungwon glared at you both, his performance flawless. "I canât believe the two of you thought stealing sweets from the kitchens was a good idea," he said in a loud, scolding tone that echoed through the corridor.
You couldnât help but cringe at his words. The act was working. The group of Gryffindor students didnât even give you a second glance as they walked by, probably assuming you were just another pair of troublemakers getting told off by a prefect.
As soon as the students disappeared around the corner, Ni-ki snickered, nudging you with his elbow. "See? Weâre naturals."
"Or completely insane," you shot back, still uneasy about the whole plan.
Jungwon, still fully in character, glanced back at you both with a dramatic sigh. "Would you two focus? Weâre almost there."
You tried to steady your nerves as you approached the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Jungwon cleared his throat, adjusted his posture, and stepped forward, looking every bit the part of the Gryffindor prefect he was impersonating.
The Fat Ladyâs eyes opened, and she squinted down at him. "Oh, itâs you. Back already?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
"Yes," Jungwon replied smoothly, his voice mimicking the prefectâs perfectly. "I need to update the password."
You blinked, silently impressed at how calm and composed he sounded.
The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow. "Password? I wasnât informed about any changes."
"It was a last-minute decision," Jungwon said with an air of authority. "The headmasterâs orders. You know how these things go."
The Fat Lady hummed, clearly hesitant but not suspicious enough to question him further. "All right, then. Whatâs the new password?"
Jungwon hesitated for the briefest moment before glancing back at Ni-ki, who grinned like the Cheshire Cat and mouthed, Quidditch losers.
Jungwonâs lips twitched in amusement before he turned back to the Fat Lady, his expression serious. "The new password is... Quidditch glory."
You bit back a snort, realizing Jungwon had changed Ni-kiâs suggestion at the last second to make it less obvious.
The Fat Lady sighed dramatically, as if she had better things to do, and said, "Fine. Password updated. You may enter."
"Thank you," Jungwon said politely, though he made no move to actually enter the common room.
As soon as the portrait swung open, revealing the cozy Gryffindor common room beyond, Jungwon turned to the both of you, a victorious grin spreading across his borrowed face.
"Mission accomplished," he whispered.
"That was way too easy," Ni-ki muttered, his grin matching Jungwonâs.
You crossed your arms, glaring at them both. "Youâre absolutely ridiculous. You know that, right?"
"Maybe," Jungwon said with a shrug, still grinning as he gestured for you both to follow him back down the corridor. "But you canât deny it was brilliant."
While the three of you hurried away from the Gryffindor Tower, you couldnât help but feel reluctant admiration. Theyâd actually pulled it off.
--
The three of you had just barely made it to the dungeon when Ni-ki abruptly stopped in his tracks, throwing his arms out dramatically. Unfortunately, you and Jungwon were too close behind him to react in time, and the result was a chaotic collision that sent all three of you toppling to the floor in a heap of limbs and groans.
"Ni-ki, what the hell?!" Jungwon hissed, his voice low but seething as he tried to untangle himself from the mess. "Why did you stopâ"
Ni-ki clamped a hand over Jungwonâs mouth, his eyes wide with panic. "Shh!" he whispered harshly, pointing down the corridor.
You followed his gaze and felt your stomach drop. There, standing just ahead, were the Gryffindor prefect and Snape. Talking together.
Oops.
Jungwon immediately shut up, his annoyance replaced by alarm. The three of you scrambled to your feet in a flurry of panic, trying not to make a sound. Without wasting a moment, Ni-ki and Jungwon each grabbed one of your arms and dragged you into the shadows, finding a small alcove to hide in.
Before you could even catch your breath, you were being pressed up against the cold stone wall, Ni-ki and Jungwon on either side of you, their bodies shielding you from view.
"Could you two not squish me?" you muttered under your breath, glaring up at them.
"Would you rather get caught by Snape?" Ni-ki shot back, not taking his eyes off the corridor as he peeked out nervously. "No? Then shut it."
You huffed but stayed quiet, noticing how tense Ni-kiâs shoulders were. He was keeping a sharp eye on Snape and the prefect, ready to make a run for it if needed.
Meanwhile, Jungwon, who was on your other side, was shifting uncomfortably. You glanced up at him and froze when you noticed his face. His features were no longer those of the Gryffindor prefectâthey were morphing back into his own, the effects of the Polyjuice Potion clearly wearing off.
Jungwon groaned softly, clutching his stomach as he leaned forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck for support. You stiffened at the sudden closeness, your hand instinctively patting his back in a futile attempt to comfort him.
"Jungwon," you whispered, worried. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he mumbled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "Just... feels weird."
"Ugh, youâre so dramatic," Ni-ki muttered, glancing back at you two briefly before turning his attention back to the corridor. "Youâll be fine in like two seconds. Just donât throw up onâ"
"Ni-ki, shut up," Jungwon snapped, though his voice was muffled against your neck.
You sighed, your free hand still awkwardly patting his back. "This is ridiculous," you muttered under your breath.
"I hereby declare that is your everyday quote," Ni-ki quipped with a smirk, though his expression quickly turned serious as he peeked out again. "Theyâre still there. Snape looks like heâs about to murder someoneâwait, no thatâs just his normal face expression."
Jungwon groaned again, and you felt him lean more of his weight against you. Curse his height. He wasnât heavy, but having him this close was flustering you more than you wanted to admit.
"Okay, seriously," you hissed, glaring at Ni-ki, "can we not just stay here forever? Do something!"
"Oh sure," Ni-ki whispered sarcastically, glancing back at you with an incredulous look. "Why donât I just go up to Snape and ask him how his day was? Brilliant plan."
"Ni-ki, I swearâ"
"Guys," Jungwon interrupted, his voice steadier now. He finally pulled back from your neck, his features fully his own again. He stood up straight, though he still looked a little pale. "I think theyâre leaving."
All three of you froze, holding your breaths as you listened. Sure enough, the sound of Snapeâs low voice and the prefectâs murmured responses grew fainter, followed by the faint echo of footsteps retreating down the corridor.
Ni-ki let out a dramatic sigh of relief. "Finally. I thought we were done for."
Jungwon rubbed his face, still looking a little worse for wear. "That was way too close."
"You think?" you said, glaring at them both. "If weâd been caught, I wouldâve been the one blamed, thanks to you two dragging me into this mess."
"Aw, but you love us," Ni-ki said with a cheeky grin, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes. "Iâm seriously reconsidering that."
Jungwon smirked, finally looking a bit more like himself again. "Come on, letâs get out of here before someone else shows up."
And just as Jungwon finished speaking, the grating, maniacal laughter of Peeves echoed through the corridor. The sound made all three of you freeze, and before you could react, the troublemaking poltergeist popped out of the stone floor with a giggle, his mischievous eyes gleaming.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Peeves crooned, eyeing the three of you with a grin. His voice echoed off the walls, and you couldn't help but feel a slight chill. "My favorite students, looking so cozy together. Whatâs the occasion?"
You all exchanged a glance, not sure whether to run or stay. Jungwon narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to look unbothered, while Ni-ki rolled his eyes dramatically. "What do you want, Peeves?" he asked, arms crossing over his chest.
Peeves floated around you, his presence more annoying than anything. "Oh, nothing much," he said, his voice high-pitched with glee. "Just wondered if youâve got any new pranks up your sleeves, eh? Or is it something more... personal going on here?" He wiggled his eyebrows, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
Ni-ki glanced at Jungwon and then shrugged. "Weâll tell you when the time comes," he said, clearly uninterested in revealing too much to the troublesome ghost.
But Peeves wasn't done yet. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he started to circle the three of you like a hawk. "Oh, I see!" he giggled, pointing a bony finger at each of you in turn. "Someone's got tension!" He practically cackled with delight, floating in a circle around you as he grinned widely. "Little love triangle, eh? How exciting! You two," he pointed at Jungwon and Ni-ki, "are practically glued to her, and they canât get enough of you! Is this the new prank? Get caught up in a web of romantic mischief? Oh, I canât wait to see how this plays out!"
You groaned, your face burning as both Jungwon and Ni-ki tensed up, eyes widening in response.
Peeves continued to cackle as he floated higher, his laughter echoing down the hall. "Iâll be keeping an eye on you, my favorite troublemakers! Iâll be back for the show!" With a final teasing wink, Peeves disappeared through the stone wall with a loud, echoing "Whee!"
You let out a deep sigh, your embarrassment palpable. Jungwon was rubbing his forehead in frustration, and Ni-ki simply looked amused, though there was a hint of irritation in his eyes.
"I swear, Peeves will be the death of us," Jungwon muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to you.
You couldn't help but laugh, despite everything.
And with that, the three of you slipped out of the alcove and hurried back toward the Slytherin common room, your heart still pounding from the close call.
The prank ended exactly how youâd expectedâutter chaos.
A horde of Gryffindors had been locked out of their common room for hours, their frustration echoing down the corridors. The Fat Lady was flustered beyond belief, huffing indignantly about how her painting had been âtampered with,â and the Gryffindor prefect was storming through the castle, barking out accusations with a vengeance.
McGonagallâs sharp eyes had swept through the Great Hall during dinner, suspicion evident in her expression as she tried to pinpoint the culprits. Somehow, though, by some miracle, you, Jungwon, and Ni-ki had remained completely unnoticed.
The three of you had kept your heads down and your poker faces on, acting as if you didnât have a single clue what had happened. You couldnât believe youâd gotten away with it. Again.
Which is exactly what you were currently discussing as you stood in Zonkoâs Joke Shop, watching Jungwon and Ni-ki carefully examine the shelves for their next batch of mischief supplies.
"I still donât understand how we werenât caught," you said, leaning casually against the display of dungbombs as you crossed your arms. "McGonagall knew something was up."
"Thatâs because weâre geniuses," Ni-ki said without looking up from the Extendable Ears he was inspecting. "Obviously."
You snorted. "Right, because geniuses trip over their own feet and nearly get us caught in the process."
"Hey!" Ni-ki turned to you with an exaggerated look of offense. "I saved us. My quick thinking is the only reason we got out of there alive."
"Your quick thinking?" Jungwon interjected, holding up a Puking Pastille for inspection. "Iâm pretty sure my plan got us through the whole thing. You just stood there looking like a lost Kneazle."
Ni-ki huffed and turned his attention back to the shelf. "Youâre both ungrateful. I should stop sharing my brilliance with you."
"Brilliance, huh?" you teased, smirking as you reached over to nudge him. "Thatâs what weâre calling it now?"
Ni-ki shot you a mock glare but didnât move away. In fact, he leaned into you more, resting his elbow lazily on your shoulder as if you were his personal armrest.
You tried to shrug him off. "Ni-ki, get off me. Iâm not furniture."
He grinned, leaning his weight on you even more. "But youâre so sturdy and reliable."
"Sturdy and reliable," you repeated flatly. "Thatâs it. Youâre banned from using me as a leaning post."
"You love it," he teased, winking at you.
Meanwhile, Jungwon was completely unbothered, now inspecting a box of Screaming Yo-yos. "Youâre letting him get away with that?" he said without looking up.
"Iâve given up," you replied, sighing dramatically.
"You shouldâve given up a long time ago," Jungwon said with a chuckle. Then, as if on cue, he reached over and started playing with a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.
"Seriously?" you muttered, glancing between them.
Jungwon just smirked, not stopping as he held your gaze. "What? Iâm bored."
"You two are impossible," you grumbled, though you didnât actually make any effort to stop either of them. This was normal. It was just how things were.
As you scanned the shelves, you spotted a few products that caught your eye. Grinning mischievously, you a few different materials like a pack of Decoy Detonators.
"Thatâs what youâre going with?" Ni-ki asked, glancing at your choices.
"At least Iâm not taking twenty minutes to pick a single product," you shot back, raising an eyebrow at the two of them.
"Hey, these decisions are important," Jungwon said, tossing the Screaming Yo-yos into his own pile.
"Right," you said, rolling your eyes. "Because you totally need three different kinds of itching powder."
"Youâll thank us later," Ni-ki said confidently.
"Oh, Iâm sure," you replied dryly, though you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
"Y/N," Ni-ki called dramatically, spinning toward you with a packet of Nose-Biting Teacups in his hand. "Do you think I should get this? Imagine serving tea to Professor Snape. A little nibble on the nose might do him some good."
You snorted. "Yeah, if you want to end up scrubbing cauldrons for the rest of the year. Iâm not covering for you if you actually go through with that."
"Donât lie. Youâd do it," he said, grinning as he nudged your side with his elbow.
"Youâd fold in two seconds if he gave you the look," Jungwon added, smirking as he placed a jar of Self-Inking Quills into his growing pile of products.
"Excuse me," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Iâve never folded. Unlike you two. Donât think I forgot about the time Snape caught you both in the Potions classroom after hours, and you blamed it on Peeves."
"That was a solid plan," Ni-ki argued, placing a hand on his chest like he was offended.
Jungwon snorted. "It wasnât a plan at all. You just blurted the first thing that came to your mind."
"And it worked," Ni-ki shot back defensively. "He didnât question it, did he?"
"Thatâs because Peeves actually caused a ruckus ten minutes later," you said, shaking your head.
Ni-ki grinned mischievously. "What can I say? Iâm lucky like that."
"Lucky, my foot," Jungwon muttered, shaking his head as he turned to you. "Be honestâwhoâs the bigger liability between the two of us?"
You paused, tilting your head as if you were seriously considering the question. "Do I have to pick just one? Because youâre both pretty equallyâ"
"Oi!" Ni-ki interrupted, poking your arm. "Traitor!"
Jungwon smirked, clearly enjoying your response. "I knew it. Weâre a team of liabilities. Perfect."
"Speak for yourselves," you retorted, pretending to brush off your clothes in mock pride. "Iâm the only one whoâs remotely responsible here."
"Responsible? You?" Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, feigning disbelief. "Letâs rewind to the time you accidentally lit a cauldron on fire in Charms class."
"That was one time," you argued, glaring at him. "And it wasnât my fault! Youâre the one whoâ"
"See?" Jungwon cut in, smirking as he held up a hand to stop you. "The cauldron was calling you a black sheep."
"More like the cauldron was calling me innocent," you quipped back, earning laughs from both of them.
Ni-ki slung an arm around your shoulders, grinning widely. "Youâre hilarious when youâre trying to defend yourself, you know that?"
You rolled your eyes but didnât shrug him off. "And youâre insufferable, but here we are."
"See? Thatâs why we like you," Jungwon said, giving you a small, playful smile as he tapped your forehead lightly with the end of a Decoy Detonator box.
You narrowed your eyes at him, reaching up to swat his hand away. "I feel so honored. Truly."
The three of you dissolved into laughter again, the teasing bouncing between you like a well-practiced routine.
"Alright, mischief-makers," you said finally, glancing at their overflowing piles of joke products. "Are we done here? Or are you planning to bankrupt yourselves buying the entire shop?"
Ni-ki grinned, holding up a box of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. "This? Totally worth going broke for."
"And this," Jungwon added, lifting a set of Decoy Detonators, "is going to make next week very interesting."
You did not doubt it.
That week was very interesting indeed. Not only did Ni-ki and Jungwon set up prank after prank, but they also enlisted Peeves in some of them, which turned everything more chaotic.
One day, they filled the Great Hall with floating soap bubbles that burst into confetti whenever they popped, sending the entire school into fits of laughter (or groans, depending on the person).
However, amidst the chaos, Ni-ki and Jungwon had forgotten a major thing: studying.
By the time they realized it, they were behind on a lot of assignments and homework in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Muggle Studies, and History of Magic. The weight of their neglected schoolwork loomed over them, and the urgency to catch up finally hit.
So, what did they do to catch up? Well, they obviously asked you for help! You, who were currently in the library, reading up on Arithmancy.
You were deeply engrossed in your book when you heard footsteps approaching. Glancing up, you saw Ni-ki and Jungwon, looking sheepish and a bit desperate.
ây/n! Our sweet little genius prodigy,â Ni-ki started, sliding into the seat across from you. Jungwon took the seat next to him, both of them looking at you with pleading eyes.
âYes?â you replied, raising an eyebrow. You had a feeling you knew where this was going.
âWe need your help,â Jungwon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. âWeâre really behind on our assignments. Like, really behind.â
You sighed, closing your book and giving them both a stern look. âYou know, if you spent half as much time studying as you do planning pranks, you wouldnât be in this mess.â
Ni-ki pouted. âBut studying isnât nearly as fun.â
âMaybe not,â you conceded, âbut itâs kind of necessary if you donât want to fail.â
âWe know,â Jungwon said quickly. âThatâs why weâre here. Youâre the best at all of this stuff, and we need your help to catch up. Please?â
You looked between the two of them, their eyes wide with genuine desperation.
âAlright,â you said finally after a moment, earning relieved smiles from both of them. âIâll help you. But this means no more pranks for a while. Deal?â
âDeal,â they chorused eagerly.
âOkay then,â you said, pulling out your notes and books. âLetâs get to work.â
For the next several hours, you worked with Ni-ki and Jungwon, helping them catch up on their assignments. You explained concepts, went over notes, and even quizzed them to make sure they understood the material. It was a long process, but by the end of the day, they had made significant progress.
"Youâre a miracle worker, honeydrop. Weâd probably be in detention without you." Jungwon chuckled, shoving his parchment into his bag.
"Probably?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, definitely," he corrected with a sheepish grin.
"Just donât expect me to do this every time," you warned, standing up and gathering your things. "Next time, youâre on your own."
Ni-ki threw an arm around your shoulders as you walked out of the library together. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, doll."
You rolled your eyes at the casual nickname, though you didnât bother shrugging his arm offâit was just his way of being overly familiar. âIâm serious. If I catch you two sneaking off to pull another prank before youâve finished at least one essay, Iâm not helping you anymore.â
âDuly noted,â Ni-ki replied smoothly, though his grin said otherwise. He squeezed your shoulder playfully. âBut you have to admit, life would be so boring without us.â
âBoring?â you shot back, looking up at him incredulously. âIâd actually have time to focus on my own work without you two dragging me into whatever chaos youâve cooked up.â
Jungwon laughed softly from your other side. âOh, come on. You love it. Admit it. Deep down, youâd miss us if we left you alone for more than a day.â
You didnât answer immediately, instead giving them a sidelong glance. âMaybe Iâd miss the pranks more,â you teased, earning matching gasps of mock offense from both boys.
Ni-ki stopped in his tracks, clutching his chest dramatically. âOuch. Right in the heart, doll.â
Jungwon smirked, tilting his head. âSheâs lying. Look at herâsheâs smiling. Thatâs the face of someone who couldnât survive without us.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress the small grin tugging at your lips. âIf youâre trying to flatter yourselves, youâre doing a terrible job.â
Ni-ki leaned closer, his face just a little too smug. âWe donât need to flatter ourselves, doll. We know weâre your favorite people in the world.â
âFavorite headaches, maybe,â you retorted, shoving his arm off your shoulders. He stumbled back, laughing, while Jungwon gave you an approving nod.
âSheâs catching on,â Jungwon said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âSoon enough, sheâll be the one dragging us into trouble.â
You snorted. âNot likely. Iâve already got my hands full with you two.â
The next few days were oddly peaceful, given the usual chaos that surrounded Ni-ki and Jungwon. You found yourself spending more time in the library with them, helping them catch up on homework, and surprisingly, they actually stayed focusedâmost of the time. Though, that didnât stop them from sneaking in their usual brand of teasing. Because they kept finding ways to distract you. Ni-ki, as usual, was the first to break the silence.
"You're pretty good at this stuff, huh?" he murmured, stretching lazily beside you. His hand casually brushed against your thigh, and he rested his arm there like it was the most normal thing in the world. "How come you're so smart and yet still hang out with us? Makes no sense."
You glanced at him, trying to keep your cool. "I don't mind," you answered, your voice surprisingly steady despite how flustered his touch was making you. "Besides, someone has to keep you two in check."
Jungwon, who had been silently working on his own homework beside you, suddenly lifted his head. His soft exhale brushed against your neck as he settled his face there, huffing dramatically. "Ugh, Herbology is impossible. How do you even remember all these plants and their properties? Itâs like a nightmare." He whined, his voice muffled against your skin.
You stiffened at his proximity, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I don't know," you muttered, trying to ignore the way his body pressed against yours. "I just study."
"Yeah, but youâre really good at it," Jungwon murmured, not moving away. He let his lips brush against your neck for a moment, and you could feel your face heat up instantly.
Meanwhile, Ni-ki hadn't missed the opportunity. He leaned even closer, his hand subtly shifting on your thigh as he whispered, "We should study more with you. You make it so fun."
You shot him a warning glance, but he just grinned back, unbothered. "Youâre making me sound like a distraction, you know," you said, trying to focus on your notes again, though your concentration was rapidly slipping away.
Jungwon grinned against your neck. "Oh, you are a distraction. But you're a good kind of distraction."
Before you could protest, Ni-ki leaned in closer, resting his head on your shoulder with a dramatic sigh. "Weâre your favorite chaos, right?" he said, his voice teasing but sincere.
Despite the flurry of butterflies in your stomach, you couldnât help but smile. "You two are definitely something," you said, trying to sound unaffected even as your heart raced. "But I really need to get this done."
You really tried to ignore the two heads resting against your shoulders, but that was an impossible task. Ni-kiâs breath was warm against your skin, and his hand was still resting on your thigh, now with an almost casual possessiveness. Jungwon, on the other hand, was so close his soft exhalations tickled the nape of your neck, and his cheek was pressed lightly against yours as he hummed in contentment.
Despite your best efforts to focus on your work, it was becoming increasingly difficult. The pages in front of you blurred as your heart rate picked up. The library now felt suffocating, and you realized that it wasnât just the assignment that had your attentionâit was the way they were both so close, almost invading your space in a way that made it impossible to concentrate.
"Are you actually going to study?" Ni-ki murmured, his voice low and teasing, but you could hear the undercurrent of something more in it. His fingers shifted slightly, brushing your leg in a way that made you stiffen, but you didnât pull away. You were almost too aware of how your body reacted to them.
Jungwon, seemingly oblivious to your internal turmoil, nuzzled closer against your neck, his soft, slow breaths doing nothing to help you stay calm. âI think Iâm helping you study,â he said in that playful tone of his, making you shiver. âUs being this close will help you focus, right?â
Your pulse quickened at the thought. You hadnât been aware of the shifting dynamic until nowâof how their subtle touches, the way they leaned into you, seemed to be becoming more than just playful teasing. Every little move felt like an invitation for more, and you were quickly losing the battle to stay composed.
"Guys," you said, attempting to sound stern, though the breathlessness in your voice betrayed you. "Youâre making it impossible to study like this."
They didnât move. They didnât even respond with words, but you could feel the weight of their attention on you. Ni-kiâs grip on your thigh tightened slightly, and Jungwon pressed his nose gently against your underjaw, both of them silently daring you to pull away.
But you didnât. And that was what surprised you the mostâhow you didnât mind the closeness, how you didnât want to push them away.
"Maybe we can help you concentrate in other ways," Ni-ki whispered, his voice lowering with an edge of amusement, and you could feel him grinning against your skin.
You let out a shaky breath, knowing that with them, studying was the last thing you were going to accomplish today.
They were like two koalas clinging to you, making it so hard to think clearly. Every time you shifted, Ni-ki would let out a soft sigh, his fingers grazing your thigh, and Jungwon would press his face more firmly into the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Your handwriting became more erratic as you tried to force yourself to write, but your focus kept drifting back to them, they were distracting in the best and worst way. You tried to shift slightly, attempting to get some space, but instead, they just adjusted and got even closer.
"Youâre really not gonna study, are you?" Ni-ki's voice was a low tease, his chin now resting on your shoulder as he looked at your textbook with a mock frown. His fingers tracing little patterns against your thigh.
Jungwon, still in his spot on your neck, let out a small hum of agreement. "I think weâre doing more for your concentration than you give us credit for."
You were about to protest, but then Jungwon shifted slightly, brushing his lips against your ear as he murmured, "Youâre so tense. Are we making you nervous?" His voice was soft, but the way he said it made your pulse quicken. You could practically feel the smirk on his lips.
Ni-ki chuckled at your reaction, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Youâre cute when you try to act unaffected." His hand squeezed your thigh gently, adding more heat to the already overwhelming situation.
It was getting hard to think, let alone focus on your homework. You couldnât deny how their touches made your heart race, how the closeness felt different than it ever had before. You were surrounded by themâso close, so intimate in a way that felt almost too personal, yet you couldnât bring yourself to move them off.
Instead, you sighed, giving up on trying to study. "You two are unbelivable," you muttered, but there was no real heat in your words. They were both too close, too comfortable, and the way they looked at you, the way they made you feel, left you unsure if you wanted them to stop.
Ni-ki grinned at your words, his hand moving slowly up your leg. "Good, weâre making progress," he teased, leaning in close. "You needed a break anyway."
Jungwon, now pulling away just enough to meet your gaze, smiled warmly. "Weâll help you out. Maybe not with homework, but definitely with...other things."
As they both made themselves even more comfortable, you were stuck between wanting to push them away and wanting to stay right where you were.
You had no idea what had gotten into them, but you also werenât quite sure what had gotten into you. They had always been the ones to tease and be touchy, but now, as they both clung to you, you realized you could play alongâmaybe even enjoy it. Without thinking too much, you let the playful side of you take over.
You moved just slightly, letting your fingers brush against Ni-kiâs arm as you leaned back into him, and before he could respond, you slid your hand down to his wrist, just enough to make him pause. He looked at you, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in dynamics. His usual confident smirk faltered for just a second before he recovered, but you could tell he wasnât expecting it.
You smiled innocently back, leaning into Jungwon next, letting your fingers trace along his jawline with a teasing touch. His breath hitched ever so slightly, his eyes locking with yours, and you saw the flustered warmth creeping up his neck. He leaned into your touch, just like he had done with you so many times before, but now you could feel him melt under your fingertips.
"Guess weâre not the only ones getting touchy, huh?" Ni-ki teased, his voice light, but there was a nervous edge to it now as his breath caught when you moved your hand to his shoulder, massaging it lightly.
Jungwon, still resting against you, let out a shaky laugh, but his voice was softer, almost breathless. "Youâre really enjoying this, arenât you?"
You raised an eyebrow, keeping your hand on his chest for a moment, letting your fingers play with the fabric of his shirt. "Youâre the ones who started it," you said, your voice low and playful, but with an underlying challenge in it.
You felt their reactions before you even saw them clearlyâthe way their breaths became more shallow, the way their eyes widened with surprise and something else.
Ni-kiâs lips parted as you moved your hand lower, and you noticed his usual teasing grin soften into something more real. He didnât know how to respond to this change in the atmosphere, and for a moment, you reveled in the power of it. Jungwon, too, was a little quieter now, his hand moving to rest on your other thigh, fingers just brushing lightly, as if he wasnât quite sure how to act but didnât want to pull away either.
They were both flustered, unsure of how to navigate the space youâd suddenly put them in. You could feel them melt under your touch, their usual confidence slipping away with each movement you made. You had the power now, and it was a strange feelingâseeing them both so lost in this little game you were playing.
"Well?" you asked, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you leaned back into them. "Arenât you two gonna study? Or am i too distracting?"
Ni-ki chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, his usual charm faltering just slightly. "Guess weâve got some competition now."
Jungwon, on the other hand, gave a soft sigh, his face flushed. "I think we might be in over our heads."
You had the upper hand now.
And you took full advantage of it.
After that day in the library, you couldnât help but notice how completely Jungwon and Ni-ki would fall into your rhythm. They were practically putty in your hands. Every touch, no matter how small, sent them into a flurry of reactionsâflushed cheeks, quiet sighs, soft whines when you werenât paying attention to them. Theyâd melt at even the smallest gesture from you. Whether it was brushing their arm casually or stealing a glance, it was as if they couldnât get enough. Every ounce of attention you gave them, they greedily soaked it up, and you relished in that power, in knowing you could make them act this way. Knowing you were the only person that could make them act this way.
They were so used to being the ones in control, but now it seemed they couldnât stop themselves from doing whatever you wanted. It was almost comical how quickly they fell into line, but also a little thrilling. You were the one holding the strings now, and they seemed perfectly content to follow wherever you led.
And of course, your friends had noticed. You weren't sure how you didn't see it earlier, but Yuna, Hannie, Karina, Yujin, and Leeseo had all caught on. Theyâd managed to sneak you away from Jungwon and Ni-ki one afternoon, a tactic you recognized as them giving you a moment of peace away from them.
You sat in a quiet corner of the courtyard with them, all of them looking at you with knowing grins, their eyes twinkling with mischief and curiosity.
âSo,â Yuna began, leaning forward with an exaggerated whisper, âspill. Whatâs going on between you and those two?â
Hannie smirked, arms crossed, âYeah, you've got them wrapped around your finger. Itâs so obvious.â
You blinked, suddenly feeling put on the spot. âI donât know what you mean,â you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your heart skipped a beat. Were they really so obvious?
Leeseo leaned in, her voice playful. âCome on, donât pretend. Jungwon and Ni-ki have been practically following you around like lost pets. Itâs cute, but weâre curious. Whatâs going on?â
Karina raised an eyebrow. âDidnât think you had it in you, honestly. Those two are impossible to keep up with. But somehow, youâve got them so... docile.â
You let out a breath, finally breaking into a sheepish smile. âIt just kind of... happened. They started getting clingy, and I just played along. And now? I donât know. Theyâre just... there.â
Yujin grinned, tapping her fingers on the table. âYou know, theyâve been doing everything you say. I saw Ni-ki nearly burn his potions notes because you told him to stop distracting you. Itâs like watching a puppy trying to be obedient.â
Hannie chuckled. âSo, theyâre melting under your touch, huh?â
You couldnât help the blush creeping onto your face as the realization hit you. âMaybe,â you muttered, feeling a little embarrassed, but also a little proud.
âAre you sure itâs just them being clingy?â Yuna asked, her tone teasing. âI mean, theyâve been following you around for years.â
You sighed, looking around at your friendsâ grinning faces, knowing you couldnât get away with playing innocent anymore. âI guess... maybe I do. But itâs not like Iâm doing it on purpose. They justâ"
âThey just canât resist you,â Karina finished for you, smirking. âCome on, donât act like you havenât noticed.â
It was clear your friends were having way too much fun with this, but honestly, you werenât sure if you could deny it any longer. Youâd noticed how they seemed to change when they were around you. Jungwon would act like he couldnât wait to do anything you asked, and Ni-ki? Heâd become all soft and affectionate, which was unlike him.
âItâs okay, though,â Yujin said, her voice light. âWeâre not judging you. We just want to know when youâre finally going to admit it.â
You raised your hands in mock surrender. âFine, fine. Maybe I have a little bit of power over them. But Iâm not making a big deal out of it.â
They all laughed, clearly not believing you. You were probably just as entertained as they were by how much you could get away with. But as you looked at the amused faces around you, you also felt a little something stir in your chest. A strange mix of pride and something else.
You were, without a doubt, in control of the situation now. But what you didnât know was just how much longer that power would last before things got a little... more complicated.
And it did get complicated.
Before, they had been clingy, constantly around you, leaning on you, making their presence known. But now? Now, they were acting possessive. Theyâd follow you everywhere, make sure they were always by your side, and the glares they shot at any male student who got too close to you? Intense. It wasnât just playful teasing anymore. It was like they were marking their territory without saying a word.
And thatâs when it hit you.
All of this? It wasnât just the usual chaos and fun. They liked you. They had to. No one acts like this unless they do.
But you werenât sure. Not completely. You needed confirmation. And the best way to confirm a suspicion like this? Youâd seen it done before in the most dramatic waysâjealousy. If they were really into you, you were certain they wouldnât just sit back and let you spend time with someone else. They'd react, and youâd get your answer.
So, with that thought in mind, you decided to test this theory. What better way to do that than to make them confess in a fit of jealousy?
You didnât want to hurt anyone, of course, but it was the only way to make sure. And you wouldnât have to do it alone, which is where your two male friends, Jeongin and Jaehyun, came in. You trusted them, and they owed you a favor or two after all the times youâd helped them in the past.
The plan was simpleâat least, in theory. You'd spend some time with Jeongin and Jaehyun, just enough to make Jungwon and Ni-ki notice. You knew theyâd be watching. They always were, especially since the two of them had started acting this way. And once they did? Well, that would be when the fireworks started.
You carefully explained everything to Jeongin and Jaehyun, who both agreed to help you. They were on board, teasing you about how entertaining it would be to see how Jungwon and Ni-ki would react. Jeongin even joked that he could make them both "lose their minds." You werenât sure if he was joking or not, but you were counting on him to keep it lighthearted.
The next day, the plan was set into motion. Youâd intentionally sit next to Jeongin and Jaehyun in the grandhall, laughing at their jokes and engaging in casual conversation. You knew Jungwon and Ni-ki would be nearby, watching closely, their eyes following your every move. And, sure enough, the second you laughed too loud or shared a casual touch with Jeongin, you saw the shift.
Ni-ki's smirk faltered for a second before he looked away, crossing his arms tightly, his eyes narrowing. Jungwon was no betterâhis gaze had turned blank, his usually demeanor replaced by something else. The tension between the two of them was palpable, and you had to fight to keep a straight face.
As the evening wore on, the moments between you and Jeongin and Jaehyun became more exaggerated. You laughed louder, leaned closer, and gave Jeongin a playful push when he made a joke. Your heart raced with anticipation.
Sure enough, when you glanced over at Jungwon and Ni-ki, both of them were practically burning holes into you with their eyes. Jungwon was glaring at Jeongin, his jaw clenched, while Ni-ki was burning a hole in the wall in front of him.
The more you pushed, the more you noticed them getting restless. Ni-ki shifted in his seat, throwing a glance at Jungwon as if silently confirming that neither of them was happy with the situation. It was working.
But now, the hardest partâwaiting.
You watched as they tried to play it cool, but every time youâd interact with Jeongin or Jaehyun, you could feel their eyes on you, and it became harder to pretend you werenât aware of how they were watching.
Finally, when they were getting up to leave, Jeongin bumped into Ni-ki, giving him a playful smile and a casual, âExcuse me, mate,â before turning and walking away with Jaehyun.
That was when it all came to a head. You had just turned to leave the Grandhall when you felt two hands grip your wrist, pulling you back.
You turned to find Jungwon standing in front of you, his expression no longer calm. It was frustrated, a little wild, and it was clear he wasnât happy.
âDid you have to do that?â he asked, his voice lower than usual, like he was trying to keep his cool but was failing miserably.
Ni-ki was right behind him, arms crossed, his eyes flicking from you to Jungwon and back. âYeah,â he added, his voice tight. âWhatâs with you and them?â
You swallowed, keeping your composure. âWhat do you mean?â
âCut the act,â Jungwon shot back, stepping a little closer, his hands clenched at his sides. âWe both know what youâre doing.â
Your heart raced. There it was. You wanted them to say it. You wanted them to admit it, to confess how they felt.
âYou two... are acting like children,â you said lightly, trying to keep your voice calm despite the whirlwind in your chest. âYou know that, right?â
Ni-kiâs face twitched as he stepped forward. âWeâre not the ones acting like that,â he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and something else you couldnât place. âYouâre the one making us jealous.â
You smiled to yourself, the satisfaction bubbling up. The tension was finally broken, and now... all you had to do was wait for them to confess.
âOkay, whatâs the big problem?â you asked, your voice calm but firm. âWhy are you two acting like this?â
The words hung in the air, and for a long moment, neither of them said anything. They exchanged a quick, sharp glance, almost as if they were having a silent conversation.
Finally, Jungwon let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He glared at the ground for a moment before looking up at you, his usual dimpled smile nowhere to be found.
âWeâre not acting like this for no reason,â he started, his voice tense. âYou think weâre just jealous for no reason?â
Ni-ki stepped forward then, his eyes searching yours. âWeâre jealous,â he muttered, a bit of anger still lingering in his tone. âBut itâs not just about Jaehyun, or you hanging out with Jeongin. Itâs... you.â
You blinked, surprised. "Me?"
Jungwon shot him a look but then quickly turned back to you, his voice lowering, barely above a whisper. "We like you. We both do. And yeah, itâs frustrating seeing you with other people when we... weâve been wanting to say something for a while now."
Ni-ki nodded, his usual smirk replaced by a more earnest expression. âWeâre... weâre seriously into you, and itâs driving us crazy watching you get close to anyone else.â
Your heart skipped a beat, the realization settling in as you stared at them. It wasnât just a theory anymore. They really did like you.
âYou two... really?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your mind racing as everything clicked into place.
Jungwon sighed, a small, frustrated laugh escaping him. "Yeah, really. Youâre smart, youâre fun, and you make everything less... boring. But we didnât know how to say it, okay? Weâre not used to this kind of thing."
Ni-ki grinned nervously, his usual confidence returning in small doses. "And I guess we were trying to make you notice. Not the best way, but it worked, didnât it?"
You couldnât help but smile, a little overwhelmed by the admission. The teasing and the possessivenessâit was all a roundabout way of showing how they felt, even if it was a bit chaotic.
âI... didnât expect this,â you admitted, your voice quiet. âI thought it was just you guys being, well, you.â
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a slight smirk. "And you didnât think we could actually be serious? Weâve been serious this whole time, just... not very good at showing it."
You couldnât help but laugh softly, the tension lifting as the realization hit you fully. âSo, what now?â
Ni-ki stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against yours as he looked at you with hope and uncertainty. âWell, we could start by not acting like children, and maybe... go on a real date sometime?â
Jungwonâs eyes softened, as he glanced at Ni-ki and then back at you. "Yeah, what he said. Weâd like to take you out, properly. No pranks or anything."
You nodded, your heart racing in a way it hadnât before. âI think that sounds good.â
--
The next day, you found yourself sitting in the Slytherin common room, the warmth of the fire crackling. The scent of hot chocolate in the air, the creamy drink topped with fluffy marshmallowsâjust the perfect comfort on a chilly evening. You were nestled between Jungwon and Ni-ki, both of them flanking you with matching sly smirks, looking too cute in their comfy clothes and the trio socks that you all had somehow decided to get together during one of your Hogsmeade visits.
Ni-ki was playfully nudging you, trying to steal the last marshmallow, and Jungwon had his arm casually draped over the back of the couch, but his focus was clearly on you.
âSeriously, youâre hogging the sweets,â Ni-ki teased, leaning in close to you, his breath warm against your cheek. âWe should get moreââ
âOnly if you share them,â Jungwon interrupted, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. âIâm not letting you eat them all.â
The two of them went back and forth in their usual playful manner, but this time it felt different. You were caught between them, nestled comfortably in the middle as they leaned closer to you.
Then, as if in sync, they both paused, their teasing grins melting into something softer. Ni-kiâs eyes were unusually warm, and Jungwonâs expression was full of affection.
âYou know,â Ni-ki whispered, his voice low but sincere, âwe love you.â
Jungwon nodded in agreement, his hand gently brushing against yours as he leaned in. âYeah. We love you,â he repeated, his voice just above a murmur.
Before you could even respond, they both kissed your cheeksâNi-ki on one side, Jungwon on the otherâand you froze for a moment, the gentle pressure of their lips leaving you breathless.
Your heart raced in your chest, and for a moment, you felt like you were floating. Their love made you feel safe, cherished, and incredibly happy.
You looked between the two of them, a smile tugging at your lips as you met their gazes. âI love you both, too,â you whispered.
You could see the light in both Jungwon and Ni-kiâs eyes flicker with pure happiness at your confession. They were both too stunned for a moment, leaving you the perfect opportunity to tease them.
Smiling mischievously, you shifted slightly so that you were closer to both of them. "Well," you began, resting your chin on Jungwon's shoulder while your hand found Ni-kiâs arm, "I guess that means you're both officially stuck with me now." You smirked, letting the words sink in, and watched as both of their faces softened.
Ni-ki rolled his eyes but grinned, leaning into you. âYou make it sound like weâre not already stuck with you,â he teased, but you could feel his breath hitch slightly when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer.
Jungwon, who had been staring at you, blinked before leaning in as well. âYeah, like thereâs any way weâd want to get rid of you,â he said with a playful huff.
You took advantage of their playful words and pulled them both into a tight cuddle, which caused them both let out small, surprised noises as you enveloped them in your grip, holding them firmly.
âNow, now,â you teased, âyou two are so easy to fold, arenât you?â You could feel their shoulders relax as they practically molded to your side.
Ni-ki groaned, but there was no real protest in his voice. âYouâre too comfy, stop making us weak,â he muttered, and you could practically feel him sinking into your embrace as if he couldnât escape even if he tried. His body was warm against yours, and you could tell that he didnât mind at all.
Jungwonâs head tipped slightly back to rest against yours, his face softening. âYouâre not gonna let us go, are you?â he asked with a half-smile, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
âNope,â you answered firmly, enjoying the way their defenses crumbled under your touch. âYou two are officially my cuddle buddies. And I think you both secretly love it.â
They both huffed, but there was no denying the way they leaned even further into you, practially melting into the cuddle. You couldnât help but smile as you felt their breathing slow.
But the peace didn`t last when you suddenly felt a soft breath against your neck. It was Jungwon, his lips barely grazing your skin. Before you could react, Ni-kiâs lips followed suit, brushing against the opposite side of your neck.
A shiver ran through you at the unexpected warmth, and you gasped, your body tensing for just a moment before you settled back into their hold. They both hummed in response, clearly enjoying the effect they were having on you.
Jungwonâs kiss was gentle, his lips lingering a little longer, sending a spark of warmth straight to your chest. Ni-ki, on the other hand, kissed your neck with a more playful edge, his lips trailing soft, teasing touches as he moved closer to you.
âRelax,â Jungwon whispered against your skin, his breath sending a wave of goosebumps across your body. His hand gently brushed your hair back, before his lips returned to the delicate spot just under your ear.
Ni-ki, still clinging to you, pressed his lips closer to your neck, his touch light yet insistent. âYouâre making this too easy,â he murmured, his voice full of teasing affection.
You could barely suppress the shiver that ran through you, as you felt their kisses deepen, both of them so close, almost impossibly close.
âStop,â you gasped between breaths, though you couldnât bring yourself to push them away. âYouâre going toââ
âGoing to what?â Ni-ki interrupted, his lips curling into a smirk against your skin. âMake you melt into our arms? Too late for that.â
Jungwonâs laugh was a soft, comforting sound, his lips now trailing further down your neck, leaving a warm, tingling path in their wake. He didnât say anything, but you could feel his smile against your skin as he pulled you even closer.
Both of them were still so clingy, but you didnât mind. In fact, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed how they both seemed to seek you out.
âYou two really know how to make a girl weak,â you muttered with a soft laugh.
âAnd weâll keep doing it,â Jungwon replied. âAs long as you let us.â
You were completely okay with that.
Just then, from the stone wall, Peeves' head popped out. His grin was even wider this time, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he hovered before the three of you.
"I knew it!" Peeves cackled, his voice echoing through the common room. "I knew you three would end up together! It was just too perfect not to work out! Look at you, all tangled up in each other, the chaosâitâs meant to be!" He floated closer, eyes twinkling with glee as he looked at you, Jungwon, and Ni-ki. "Oh, you canât fool me. You all make such a lovely little trio!"
You all paused, exchanging a glance. There was no point in arguing with Peevesâhe was insufferable but often right in his own ridiculous way. With a collective sigh, you all decided to just humor him.
Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh, sure, Peeves. You figured us out," he said dryly, trying not to let Peeves get the best of him.
Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, his hand holding yours tightly. "Guess youâre not wrong," he said with a teasing grin. "But, really, did you have to show up like this? You're making it harder to pretend we donât get along."
Peeves just giggled, enjoying every second of this. "Oh, but itâs too much fun to watch! You three are like a puzzle that finally clicked into place. And I knew I'd be the one to see it first!" He floated around you in a circle, his laughter loud and echoing. "Donât worry, I wonât ruin it for youâyet. But Iâll be watching. Oh yes, Iâll be watching!"
With one final, exaggerated wink, Peeves disappeared back into the stone wall, his laughter still lingering in the air. You sighed and turned back to Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were both looking at you with affectionate smiles.
"Well, that was... something," you said, trying to shake off the awkwardness.
Jungwon nodded. "Yeah, but Peeves is right about one thing. Weâre not going anywhere."
Ni-ki squeezed your hand. "Not ever."
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Genre: Historical romance
Location: Ocean
Object: a 2024 Volkswagen Golf GTI
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GDI NO YOU WON'T !!!!! we're all very mature and not at all stubborn here lol <3 i know nothing of historical fiction so forgive me for the meandering opening, but also thank you for helping me stretch and try new things and i will stop rambling now okbye
Beautiful, is what Beatrice thinks as she watches the sun set over the water, the ocean welcoming the gold into its arms. It's not the first time she's thought it, here; but it was the first time she'd thought it- here, at this shore, watching a sunset like this one, listening to the world quiet and soften into evening.
But unlike that time, the person who'd taught her to see it, who'd challenged so much of what she'd been taught, what she thought she knew - about life, about living, about love - isn't here.
Beatrice isn't surprised - she's not even disappointed. Resigned, yes. To a fate that she's known since she was young: a duty to her family, to her title, to a legacy larger than she. She knows all the reasons why she must leave. And yet. She finds herself lingering. Lingering until the sun's last gasp of light disappears from the horizon. Until gold gives way to darkness.
Beatrice gets to her feet, brushes the sand from her suit, the same one she'd worn when Ava had laughed and pulled her into the waves of this very same beach, a night that seems like years ago instead of days; Ava had laughed that laugh that always leaves Beatrice entranced, had danced and pulled her in close, had cupped her face and looked at Beatrice's lips when she'd called her handsome.
Beatrice sighs, coaxes the memory of that night into the back of her mind as gently as she can. Locks it away. It won't do to remember, now. Not when the morning after that night she'd been greeted by the news of her father's death and her family's summons back home.
She straightens. Nods to herself. She's wasted too much time. This - the silence, the dark, the loneliness creeping back into her heart - is her sign. She's waited (hoped, dreamed) long enough.
Beatrice turns from the ocean. In the morning, she'll wake before dawn and board the ship that will take her home, and she'll leave this Beatrice behind. The Beatrice that knew Ava; the Beatrice that loved Ava, here.
A sound too sharp to be the crashing of waves grabs Beatrice's attention. She's reminded suddenly that is alone and unarmed.
The sound grows. She sets her stance.
A flash of eerie blue light appears, splitting the space in front of her, a hole ripped through the air. Through it appears a contraption Beatrice has never seen before, a carriage of metal, roaring like some mechanical wild animal, and Beatrice has to jump back to avoid getting run over as it leaps through through the air and lands, sliding wildly on the sand.
Just as abruptly as it appeared, the light disappears. Leaving Beatrice and the machine, stuttering, grumbling, shaking. Finally, it too stills.
Then -
"Beatrice!"
Her arms are full before she even registers fully who it is. Not that Beatrice had to guess - there's only one person in the world who would throw themselves into Beatrice's arms this way, who burrows into her neck this way, who trusts her this way.
"Ava," she breathes (a miracle, a sign). Holds her closer.
"Oh my god, Bea, you're alive, Bea," Ava chokes out as she pulls back just enough to hold Beatrice's face in her hands. "You're still alive, thank god."
"Of course I'm alive," Beatrice says slowly. Feels her confusion grow as she takes in Ava fully: the terror and relief carved deep onto her face; the cut of her hair, shorter than it was just a day ago; clothes Beatrice has never seen on her before, of a style she's never seen ever. "Ava, what's happened? What is all this -" she runs her palms along the stiff fabric of her jacket; gestures to the machine over Ava's shoulder "- what is that?"
"It's a time travel machine," Ava answers without ever looking away from Beatrice. "I had to help Dr. Salvius make it. We tried to get a DeLorean but apparently something about the 2024 Volkswagen Golf GTI - not the 2023, that one almost blew us up - makes it work just as well -"
"Ava, I don't think I understood half the words that just came out of your mouth."
"Right." Ava shakes herself. Starts again. "The thing that matters is that Dr. Salvius was able to make it work, see? I'm here, now." Ava smiles, victorious. But just as quickly, her expression turns serious and her hands move from Beatrice's face to her shoulders. "Bea. You can't get on that ship."
Beatrice sighs. She doesn't want to spend their last night together rehashing the same argument they've had for nearly a week now. "Ava, please -"
"No, I mean it, Bea."
"- let's not do this now -"
"- there's going to be a terrible storm -"
"- storms happen all the time at sea -"
"- this one will be different, Bea!" The tremor in Ava's voice makes Beatrice pause; it's the horror in Ava's eyes that makes Beatrice uncertain. "The whole ship will go down," Ava says, eyes distant, voice quiet and uninflected. "No one will survive."
Beatrice swallows. Tries for logic. "You can't possibly know that -"
"I do! I saw it!" Ava's hands tighten to a painful degree but Beatrice lets her holds on, knows Ava needs it by the way her whole body shakes. "I saw you dead. We had a funeral and it was beautiful and you were dead. Beatrice -" Ava slumps forward and Beatrice shifts instantly to catch her, leads them both gently to kneel on the sand. Feels Ava's hands clutch at her as she sobs into Beatrice's chest. "Please, Beatrice. Don't make me go through that. Not again."
Beatrice hums at her softly, holds her close. She's unable to truly comprehend all of what Ava's said in the last few minutes, but Beatrice understands this: the desperation that's taken hold of Ava, the lies she's promised to never tell.
She fits the words together, plays them back as facts. Thinks of the ship, thinks of the life she's never really wanted.
So when Ava's sniffles start to settle, Beatrice pitches her voice low and asks, "What would you have me do?"
Beatrice feels Ava lift her head, finds herself looking into eyes shining from tears grieving a woman still alive; from the wonder of being believed. Ava glances over their shoulders to the machine - the time travel machine - behind them. She shifts onto her knees, takes Beatrice's hand between her own. Takes in a deep breath and says: "Come with me.
"We could go anywhere, any place, at any time - any year. We could go to the Alps and actually talk to those novelists you're always saying you'd like a word with. We could go to the future and dance and drink - anything you'd like. Anywhere.
"Would you?" Ava asks, faltering slightly.
Beatrice looks over at the machine, almost glowing in the darkness that's settled around them. Hears the waves crashing steady onto the shore. Hears the breath Ava takes in and holds; recognizes the sound of hope.
Beatrice sifts through the information Ava has laid at her feet. "You said the ship was destroyed in the storm?"
Ava nods. "Yes. There were no survivors." A helpless look passes over her face, travels down to her shoulders as a shrug. "Yours was one of the few bodies they were able to recover."
"And all of those who were never found were assumed dead." A multitude of scenarios play out simultaneously in Beatrice's mind, a web of ifs and thens, of futures suddenly possible. "So even if they didn't find my body -" feels Ava's hands tighten around hers and knows Ava's following the thread.
Beatrice takes in a breath and holds it just as Ava did, the way Ava has taught her. She looks into Ava's eyes, shining with the same hope she knows is in her own. "Ask me again."
A smile is already growing on Ava's face. "Beatrice," she says, breathless at first, then strengthening with every word. "If I left, would you come with me?"
The words are barely out of Ava's mouth before Beatrice has hers there in answer. "Yes," Beatrice says into the kiss, smiling into Ava's lips, "Yes, I would." Kisses her again and holds her close. "I will."
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A Very Memorable First Date
Here is my second Winter/Holiday Bingo offering!! I'm crossing off 2 squares this time - Peppermint Mocha Latte and Christmas Carols/Music.
This fic was inspired by a Facebook post I saw back in July that told about Jay Leno going into the audience to hear about worst first date experiences. The lady who told this story won, as I'm sure you'll see why.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this second bingo offering and let me know what you think!!!
Thank you to @jrob64 for her beta services (also for reminding me to post... since I had forgotten đłđŹ) and to @hollyethecurious for continuing the bingo shenanigans through the holidays!!
Without further ado... here we go!
Rating: T
Words: Almost 1800
Tags: Holiday Bingo Fic, Holiday Fluff
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A Very Memorable First Date
Christmas Carols/Music and Peppermint Mocha Latte
Killian Jones slowly and carefully maneuvered his classic SS Chevelle along the narrow two lane road leading down the side of the mountain. He had just enjoyed a day of skiing on a delightful blind date with one Miss Emma Swan. The date had been set up by their coworkers David and Mary Margaret Nolan after months of nagging the both of them, once Killian moved to town last summer to start teaching sixth grade at Mary Margaretâs elementary school.
Theyâd had a great day, and Killian was already thinking about what they could do for their next date, if she consented to go out with him again. Her smiles and laughter today, as well as the utter lack of awkwardness and easy conversation between them had him thinking that sheâd be amenable to the prospect. When he dropped her off at her home in a couple of hours, heâd be sure to ask her before he left her company.Â
But now, he glanced over and smiled as she exclaimed delightedly, turned up the volume on the radio, and began belting out Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer along with Gene Autry at the top of her lungs. Killian joined in and her wide grin whenever he added the little tags in between the lines just made his heart soar. It was all he could do to keep a lid on the happiness bubbling up inside him from the wonderful day theyâd shared.
âRudolph the red nosed reindeer, reindeer, had a very shiny nose,â they sang together. âAnd if you ever saw it, saw it, you would even say it glows, like a lightbulb. All of the other reindeer, reindeer, used to laugh and call him names, like Pinocchio. They never let poor Rudolph, Rudolph, join in any reindeer games, like football.âÂ
Emma looked over at Killian as they sang together, taking in his ridiculously handsome profile, and berating herself that it had taken her this long to consent to David and Mary Margaret setting them up. If sheâd known what she was missing, she would have gone out with him before heâd even settled in properly to their moderately sized town near the Maine and New Hampshire state line. But, to be fair, Mary Margaretâs track record with trying to set her up had not earned her a gold star in Emmaâs book. It wasnât until her boss David, Mary Margaretâs husband, threw his support behind Killian Jones, that Emma decided to take a chance.Â
And was she ever glad she did. He had completely blown her away. He proved himself a gentleman at every opportunity - opening the door for her, helping her onto and off the ski lift (all while keeping his hands where they belonged), pulling out her chair for her when they ate, and engaging her in scintillating conversation without dominating it. Sheâd never enjoyed a more perfect first date in her life and she sincerely hoped he asked her out again soon.
As they finished singing along to Rudolph, Emma became aware of a growing problem.Â
She needed to go to the bathroom.Â
The road they were on was treacherous, switchback after switchback, as they descended the mountain heading home, which was still a couple of hours away. And even the Maine state line with the Welcome Center and a bathroom wouldnât be reached for about an hour. Emma swallowed hard. She wasnât sure sheâd be able to make it that long. She glared at the empty cup in the cupholder in front of the dash. She really shouldnât have had that last peppermint mocha latte for dessert after dinner.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and Killian looked over at her.
âYou alright there, Swan?â he asked.
Emma grimaced. âUmmmâŚâ she hedged.
âWhat is it?â
âI might need you to stop soon,â she admitted, peering out into the night. âI need to use the restroom.â
âOh,â he replied, mild astonishment coloring his voice. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he drove and handed it to her. âSee if weâre near any town where we can stop.â He already had his map app open, so she zoomed out to see if there were any towns between them and the state line.
No such luck.
Killian grimaced this time. âI can try to speed up a little, but I donât think itâll make much difference getting us to the Maine welcome center. Do you think you can hold it?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, if you canât, Iâll just pull over,â he promised her. White Christmas sung by Bing Crosby was coming on the radio now, so they both started singing along to try and distract Emma from her growing predicament. By the end of the song, she knew it was hopeless.Â
âNope,â she informed him. âNot going to make it. Pull over.â
Killian drove a little bit further - about halfway between the two switchbacks so heâd be seen by any cars coming up in front of him or down the mountain behind him - and carefully pulled over on the side of the road.
Emma opened her door and looked down. There was nothing for it. She had no choice - it was either wet her pants, ruining Killianâs leather seats and humiliating herself, or get out in the snow and hope she didnât step off the road into a drift that would swallow her whole.
âStay as close to the car as you can, Swan,â Killian said. âIâll keep it running for you.â
Nodding, Emma stepped out onto the asphalt, and shut the door carefully behind her. In the silence of the woods, she didnât want to trigger an avalanche. Shimmying her way toward the back of the car, she finally stopped and pulled her pants down, resting her naked backside against the metal of the car.
Her relief was instantaneous once she relaxed enough to do her business. When she was done, she tried to straighten her legs.
Uh oh, she thought.
She couldnât move.Â
She was frozen to the side of Killianâs car!
âKillian!â she whisper shouted, reaching behind herself to try and knock on the door. Her door opened suddenly and she heard Killianâs voice from inside.
âYou alright there, Swan?â he called. âWhatâs taking so long?â
âHelp!â she cried. âIâm freezing my butt off here! Literally!â
A moment later, Killian appeared at her side from around the back of the car. As soon as he saw the problem, his eyes widened comically.
âDonât you dare laugh,â she warned him, though without any real heat as she couldnât keep her own laughter contained.Â
Killian pressed his lips into a thin line to try and keep his own laugh inside, but her own small giggle as she spoke made it impossible and he burst into laughter, prompting her to join him. Their mutual mirth broke the ice of the situation - pun definitely intended - but Killian still needed to figure out a way to free Emma.Â
They needed something warm to pour on her bottom in order to unfreeze her from the metal. He carefully went around her to her door to see if there was anything left in her cup. His cup of coffee was long gone, but perhaps she still had a little bit left, though he couldnât remember her taking a sip for quite a while.Â
Yep, her cup was just as empty as his was, which meant there was only one way to free her. He crawled back out of the car, scratching at the spot behind his ear that always itched when he was nervous or embarrassed.Â
âWell, Swan,â he began, âI have bad news, good news, and⌠somewhat good news. I think. I hope. It depends on your point of view, I think.â
Emma raised a questioning eyebrow at him. âAs long as my butt is unfrozen, I donât much care about good news, bad news, or anything in between. But whatever we do, itâs got to be quick. My legs are not going to hold me up much longer.â
Killian nodded decisively.
âAlright then,â he said. âThe bad news is both of our cups are empty, so we canât use our drinks to unfreeze you from the vehicle. The good news is that I can still get you off of there, but the other news is thatâŚâ Killian scratched behind his ear again, terribly embarrassed about saying this out loud.
âWhat, Jones?â Emma asked, her impatience bleeding through.
âIâm going to have to uh⌠ah⌠relieve myself, to uhâŚâ He vaguely gestured with his hand, but Emma took his meaning.Â
No wonder he was so uncomfortable.
Emma took a deep breath, and bit back the hysterical laugh that wanted to burst out of her.
âWhatever it takes, Jones. I wonât look at you if you wonât look at me.â
âAs you wish, Swan.â
Emma could hear Killianâs zipper being pulled down as she turned her head away from him and tried to arrange her clothing so that he wouldnât accidentally hit any of them. Suddenly, she felt a warm splash against her bottom and a moment later, she was free and nearly fell head first into the drift in front of her. Killian caught her by the shoulder before she did and made sure she was stable before letting her go and putting himself back to rights.
He handed her a bunch of napkins that heâd retrieved from inside to clean herself up with.Â
âYou can turn around now,â she said, once sheâd wiped herself off and pulled her pants back up.
Killian looked at her, his face resembling a ripe tomato all the way to the top of his pointed little elf ears. He smirked at her.
âSome blind date, huh, Swan?â he asked.
âYeah,â she agreed, with a chuckle.Â
âCome on,â he said, opening her door for her. She settled into her seat as Killian shut the door behind her. Once behind the wheel again, he continued driving slowly and carefully down the side of the mountain.
Now singing along to Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, they were able to put the whole embarrassing ordeal behind them.
~*~*~
Ten Years Later
âTell us a bedtime story, Papa!â Seven year old Liam and five year old Hope called as they flew down the stairs and climbed into their fatherâs lap.
âA true story!â Liam said as he settled down comfortably.
âOf course, my cygnets,â he agreed, putting his arms around them both. He leaned back in the recliner and stroked his chin in thought. âHmmm,â he mused for a moment. âHave I ever told you the story of mine and your motherâs first date?â
The End
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i should put ghostbur cwilbur and cq in an apocalypse au. ima genius
#Getting ideas in my brain. some sci fi kinda shit i dunoo#i just think the shenanigans would be gold
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Okay so I know this is probably supposed to be a for-fanservice kind of post but like I personally think a scene like this would be Extremely Funny
Petition for Sam Winchester to have an emergency so dire that he needs to run through the bunker in just his boxer briefs.
#Idk it would just be comedic gold#like the contrast of it being behavior youâd expect from Dean#but at the same time Sam would be the one taking things seriously enough to actually do this#paired with the fact that if spn was real youâd expect this kind of event to occur at least once#paired with you would never actually expect it to happen in-show so the jarring-ness of it would make it funny#paired with Dean in the same scene wearing his robe because tbh he would actually be too self-conscious not to throw it on#idk I think a scene like this played purely for laughs would be Peak SPN Shenanigan Comedy
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Hi!! Could you do a fic where Jeonghan is being the menace that he is, but his partner is the only one who can quell him with one look pls? Like he is just super soft w her and always listens cos heâs a simp?
content: simp!jeonghan, established relationship, afab reader, slightly suggestive, etc.
wc: 1156
a/n: this was based on that one scene from nana tour in which jeonghan basically waterboarded mingyu for absolutely no reason (ik he was on a mission but he drenched him ?!\>\ÂŁ). hope u enjoy <3
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jeonghan was always known to be a bit of a menace by all his friends.
well, maybe even more than just his friends. after all, there was a reason why he was often called the loki of seventeen by many of his fans.
he was simply a bit unconventional in the ways in which he found entertainment, such as the time in which he berated dokyeom into searching for bugs for them to eat on the streets. he simply had a tendency for bugging his members (out of love, of course), becoming an extra obstacle in their lives just for the fun of it.
now, jeonghan also had a heart of gold and far too much love for his brothers to ever actually cause any harm to them. however, after over a decade of knowing his brothers, he had somehow conditioned them to accept his odd behaviors and simply go along with his shenanigans whenever he felt like acting up.
you, as well as his members, always found great entertainment in his weird behaviors. i mean, it takes a great man to be able to cheat his way through every single game without consequence.
despite finding humor in his ways, you would sometimes have a tendency to put a halt to it. a simple whine of 'hannie!' would have him stopping in his tracks and murmuring against your ear as he whined back but relented at you. what you didn't know, however, was that you were the only person who held this power over jeonghan (even his sister would occasionally fall victim to his menacing ways).
today was one of the many instances in which jeonghan grew bored while at practice, deiciding to wreck havoc just for the hell of it. it was easy for him to spot a victim, â it was usually mingyu â which then lead him to approach him with the illest of intentions. there was never much thinking that went into teasing his members. it was just second nature to him by now. so when he eyed the water bottle in mingyu's hand, even the other members who were standing nearby could see what jeonghan's next move would be.
he was patient with it; engaging in conversation as he usually would as to not draw suspicion. jeonghan realized in that moment that maybe his instincive need to bug mingyu for no reason might be something to look into, but that would come some other day. for now, he wanted a quick laugh.
jeonghan saw his opening the moment mingyu uncapped his bottle and brought it to his lips, taking advantage of his calculated proximity to tilt the end of the bottle in order to drench mingyu's face, causing the man to almost choke on the water he'd been drinking.
as expected, this began a mini war between the two boys, as five minutes later they were both attacking each other with any and every water bottle they could find in their vicinity, even going as far as causing collateral damage to a few of the other members. what jeonghan hadnt planned, however, was a sudden visit from you, who had walked in just as jeonghan squirted yet another water bottle directly at mingyu's face.
"jeonghan!", you scolded as soon as you were in earshot, "leave him alone, you got him all drenched!", you were now standing next to the group, frown on your face as you took in the scene.
"baby? what are you doing here? did youâ"
"don't 'baby' me. why are you bugging mingyu again? look at him! he's completely wet."
"i got water in my eye!," whined the tall man, taking advantage of your defense for him.
by now, a few of the members nearby were snickering at the swift turn of events, entertained by not just the water fight but the way in which you immediately sided with mingyu rather than your boyfriend.
"i'm wet too! how do you know he didn't start it?", tried jeonghan, knowing full well that the idea was unconvincing.
"hannie, don't lie to me."
"okay, fine. i got bored, okay? it's just water, baby. it's fine. right, mingyu?"
"dude, you fucked up my hair," mingyu didnt seem truly offended, but more so wanting to feed the flames now that he had an opportunity. jeonghan could tell by the slight smirk on his face.
the frown remained on your face, continuing to come in mingyu's defense for some reason unknown to jeonghan.
"jeonghan, apologize to him."
"what?", his wide and incredulous eyes turned to look at you, ignoring the snort he was pretty sure seungkwan had just let out.
"you heard me."
"butâ"
"hannie!"
"fâ fine," like a petulant child, jeonghan turned to mingyu and gave him a forced smile, "i'm sorry for getting you wet, gyu."
"thanâ"
"thank you", you interrupted the man.
jeonghan couldnt help but feel scolded by you. it was rare that you actually ever went against his shenanigans, but he did know he could sometimes go a little extra hard on mingyu due to mingyu's disposition to put up with jeonghan with no complaint (usually even fighting back). he was a bit embarrassed by the way in which you sided with him and even berated him in front of his members, but he also knew he could never say no to you, so apologizing just seemed logical to him.
after a few moments of him whining at his members to mind their business and go get their own girlfriends, he dragged you away to a less polluted corner of the practice room to get some one-on-one with you.
"babyyyy," he immediately pouted at you, proceeding to attaching to you like a bear, burying his head into your neck.
"hannie, you're all wet!", you complained despite making no move to push him away, even wrapping your arm around him and running a hand through his damp hair.
"why'd you have to do that? the boys are supposed to think you're obsessed with me," he frowned against your neck.
despite the whine behind his words, you could feel the vibration of his giggles against you and the smile pressed against your neck. as per usual, he was just whining because he could; something which you always found an endearing result to any rare instance in which you'd scold him.
"they're all gonna think im a simp now," he continued.
you giggled at that, causing him to sway you back and forth as he buried himself even deeper against you.
"are you not?", you inquired.
"i am, but they dont need to know that!"
"you're so annoying ..."
"yeah, but you find it fun, don't you?"
"im not at liberty of releasing that information."
he laughed against your neck, reaffirming to himself how much he liked the back and forth between the two of you, even if it meant relenting to you every single time, earning himself the title of simp among his members.
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x reader#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen#svt#seventeen imagine#seventeen oneshot#svt scenarios#seventeen scenarios#jeonghan fanfic#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan imagines#jeonghan fluff
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lee haechan fic recs!
â¤ď¸ I LIKE YOU (I DO) (L.DH) - @domjaehyun (stoner!haechan just wants you to know how much he likes you.)
â¤ď¸ paperclip - @smileysuh (yandere, ex bf! hyuck)
â¤ď¸ My Boy. - @prodbymaui (A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.)
â¤ď¸ kiss it better - @yeow6n (haechan gets hurt but you know that with him itâs not going to be as simple as putting a band-aid on it)
â¤ď¸ sugar, butter, & the royal crown - L.DH - @haechwrites (prince donghyuck only has one princess on his mind, but she's not actually a princess. she's just the royal baker's granddaughter.)
â¤ď¸ bus stop - @ooshu (haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.)
â¤ď¸ strawberries & cigarettes - @hyudior (the art school's play is in two days and you're running out of time to put everything together since your known enemy lee donghyuck decided that the rehearsal day was the perfect day to release a launch party for his new album.)
â¤ď¸ >> take my breath - @hyuckwrlds
â¤ď¸ moles âĄâ§âË lee haechan - @sleeping-sirens (you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didnât even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.)
â¤ď¸ haechan â gold-skinned, eager baby - @hyuckmov (he used to be able to hide it. he used to be fine with glancing at you, habitually flicking his eyes to your chest when you would walk into the room or snuggle up to him. but now heâs totally fucked, because he thinks heâs developed some sort of addiction.)
â¤ď¸ eyes tell - @tonicandjins (donghyuck has been trying to confess his feelings to you. third time's the charm, he thinks.)
â¤ď¸ going below zero | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (Considering how much Haechan makes it his personal mission to antagonize you at work, it seems like a rather cruel twist of fate that the both of you have been side by side since middle school, the only consolation being that his office is a different floor from yours. But if thereâs a saying about how distance makes the heart grow fonder, your attitude with him might just be the opposite, and itâll take a family ski holiday to find out.)
â¤ď¸ take my breath. - @sixzeroes (lee donghyuck did not believe in âlove at first sight.â key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. youâre going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.)
â¤ď¸ ice cream thief [ l.dh ] - @tddyhyck (someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?)
â¤ď¸ tease | lee haechan - @hyuckiefluff (Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan.)
â¤ď¸ đđ đđđđđđ đ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ šâ¸âş - @goldyeokki (you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?)
â¤ď¸ high (with my lover) [m] â l.dh - @yeonghosins (y/n smokes up with donghyuck for the first time)
â¤ď¸ what the puck! - @choerrypuffs (you hit the universityâs star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.)
â¤ď¸ double take | l.dh - @cherryeoniis (friends to lovers, highschool au, slowburn, fluff, angst)
â¤ď¸ Your Red Lipstick || L.DH - @ihaechans (Kisses, kisses, kisses. Thatâs all your boyfriend wants. When you refuse to give him the one thing he craves, he wonât leave you alone, begging and begging until you give in.)
#nct#nct x reader#nct fluff#nct angst#nct dream#nct dream x reader#nct dream angst#nct dream fluff#nct haechan#haechan fluff#haechan angst#nct 127#nct 127 x reader#nct 127 fluff#lee donghyuck#haechan fic recs#nct donghyuck#haechan#donghyuck#hyuck#haechan smut#haechan suggestive#haechan imagines#haechan scenarios#haechan fics#lee haechan fluff#lee haechan#lee haechan imagines#nct imagines#haechan fic rec
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the enemy of my friend is my enemy, but he's also his own worst enemy? so he's my friend? (nr6) | pt1
pairing: nico rosberg x hamilton!reader [smau]
summary: in an attempt to plan a surprise birthday party for your brother's 39th birthday, you enlist the help of his ex-??? to get into his apartment
warnings: none (i think)
a/n: unfortunately, there are too many pics so pls await pt2 đ
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user1 omg omg omg omg GUYSSSSSS i have been waiting for this day the entire year... SHE'S FINALLY BACK IN MONACO!!!
user2 i'm also in monaco rn, istg the stars are alinging for me to meet her !!!! 𤊠user 3 BRUHHHHH i wish that was me đđđ user4 i wonder why she's back though? user5 idk yk maybe to go see HER BROTHER WHO LIVES IN MONACO MAYBE???? đ
user6 i hope she hangs out with all the other drivers đ she wasn't at any of the gps this year
user7 i mean they're not really her friends, besides she was really busy this year user8 DID YOU JUST SAY THEY'RE NOT HER FRIENDS??? user7 i mean she's not the one driving in f1 is she đ user9 brother was not here for the grid x y/n shenanigans back in the 2010's user10 her and mark absolutely roasting the crap out of fernando and jenson for the grid penalty is still comedy gold user11 she basically adopted the entire grid after 2016, they're her babies 𤨠LIKED by maxverstappen1
lewishamilton i was not made aware of this????
y/n.hamilton sorryyyyy late flight arrangements???? đĽşđđ lewishamilton ok but where are you staying. i'll cancel it, you can just stay in my apartment y/n.hamilton no it's ok, i'm already staying with a friend :D lewishamilton wait whO lewishamilton don't IGNORE ME I KNOW YOU'RE STILL ONLINE user12 y/nnnnn đđđ user13 your honour they're literally the cutest yet most sibling siblings ever like girlie pop đĽ˛
user14 anyone else like see the nico rosberg like...or was that just me?
user15 ??? user14 ok maybe it was just me... lewishamilton what....? user16 bro's going detective mode now
friend1 Y/NNIEEEEE PLS GET ME SOME MORE CHOCOLATE FOR THE CAKE
y/n.hamilton shhhhhh you're ruining it already bro friend1 oopsie oh yeah, i forgot he actually follows you lmfao y/n.hamilton đ girlie plsssssss get some brain cells friend1 you stole all of mine :P user17 đ¤¨đ¤¨
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user18 GIRLIE AINT FOOLING ANYONE FOR A SECOND, WHO IS THAT MAN IN THE SECOND SLIDE
user19 wait what???? ur kidding, ur kidding - i am not seeing no man there? user20 roscoe's looking extra cute today âşď¸ user21 him in that last slide looking at y/n is devious side eye user22 @/user18 BROTHER I GOT U, THERE IS NO WAY THAT'S Y/N'S LEG user23 also y/n would not be caught dead wearing chinos in bed, it's def a man đ
user24 OK BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS WHO??? CAUSE LEWIS IS IN PARIS SO....
user25 nahhh it's for sure whoever y/n's seeing, no way would lewis let a random stranger near his child user26 i thought y/n's been single for a while??? she got a new boo? user27 idk maybe, i mean she's been pretty out of the spotlight this year, i wouldn't be surprised
user28 ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THE NICO ROSBERG LIKE???
user29 NO CAUSE LIKE HE ALSO LIKED HER LAST POST, ANDDDD THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST TIME POST-BROCEDES FALLOUT đ¨ user30 guys i think lewis might just implode if he thinks that's nico rosberg sitting with roscoe user31 seeing by his silence, i think he already has...
maxverstappen1 can charles, lando i swing by after padel practice đ we wanna say hi
y/n.hamilton to me or the baby? đ maxverstappen1 im not abandoning my grid mum like this 𤨠only lando would, considering he's ruining the wdc narrative arc right now user32 y/n and max in 2016 was peak, especially after spain đ AHHHHHHH I MISS HER AT THE PADDOCK SO MUCH landonorris you snooze you lose verstappen, but i would also never abandon y/n :( y/n.hamilton lando.... landonorris i let him have the padel point mother đĽ˛
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Sweet Escape, Part 2
Pairing: Bodyguard!Terry Richmond x Singer!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, trying out some angst, teasing, mentions of loneliness, mental health, power imbalance. Mentions of violence, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.
Summary: You are on top of the world as one of the worldâs most popular R&B singers. But behind the glitz and glam, you were unmoored, lonely, and aching for something you couldnât put a name to. Terry makes you breakfast, bringing a sense of normalcy to an otherwise chaotic life. Still shaken from the shenanigans of your stalker, you enjoy the break Terry offers you. But all too soon, youâre forced to adapt to an ever-changing schedule. Your label makes you go to a club to promote your new single.
Word Count: 7,152k
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A/N: Idk why I keep doing this to myself, LMFAO. But ya'll see that man show out with his gold chain? Lordt help me, I love that man. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.
You stood beside the door to your balcony staring at the brightening day. The cry last night was everything you needed to reset. Perhaps it had just been too long since the last time you did. That was okay. It was okay to cry.
You clenched your fists and felt your nails dig into your palms. It was a terrible grounding technique. But pain was good. Pain meant you were alive. And as long as you were alive, your stalker wouldnât win. He wasnât winning when you worked hard for this shit.
All the blood, sweat, tears, predatory producers, dickhead managers, trashy bitches with their âgossipâ websites, all of it. You didnât survive this shit to let an anonymous motherfucker get you down.Â
You took a deep breath. One day, youâd be able to open the balcony and actually feel the sun on your bones. You had to agree with Terry that it was too easy for someone to take a pot shot at you. Though the stalker seemed to only want to scare you so far. Killing you would kill his fantasy, wouldnât it?Â
It was too morbid to think about on such a pretty Las Vegas day. It was nearing the end of your run here before you would travel to LA. You turned and pulled your robe tighter while walking to your bedroom door and flinging it open.Â
It smelled like home. Like warm biscuits, sizzling bacon, and fresh eggs. You followed the smell to the common kitchen and peeked around the corner. Terry stood in the kitchenette in a gray tank top and matching lounge pants.
Your eyes tracked the subtle vein in his arm and followed it to where it ended in his hand gripping the pan. Terry looked up at you and smirked. âI figured after what happened we could all use a little normal,â he said.Â
âThisâŚis your normal?â You asked. You hopped onto the nearest barstool and leaned over the bartop to look at the spread. He actually did make biscuits. Fluffy ones with butter melting in the middle. You were tempted to grab one but something told you Terry didnât play about his kitchen.
You grinned and glanced at Terry who lifted his eyes to yours. You peeked down at yourself and noticed that your girls were threatening to slip out. âI am so sorry,â you said. Though you flirted and harassed the man, you werenât predatory about it. You truly didnât mean to let them hang out. You fixed your robe and sat back in your seat like a proper lady.
âItâs all good. Biscuits look good, donât they?â He asked, his lips dipping in the corners. He almost smiled. Hot damn. Terry brought his thumb to his mouth to lick it and he hummed. The sound vibrated in his chest and you couldnât help thinking what the hell he was doing as a bodyguard. Bottle that sound and package it into a vibrator and there wouldnât be a dry cooch in the house.
âMhm,â you said absently. Maybe the cry hadnât done its job. Now you were just stuffy and foggy and clearly off your damn marbles. You watched Terry as he finished with the bacon. He moved on to a bowl of eggs he had already cracked and watched his arms work as he whipped up the eggs.
âI really only know how to make scrambled eggs. An omelet if Iâm feeling fancy. If you want something else ââ
âNo, no, this isâŚsweet of you. I canât remember the last time someone actually cooked for me. Itâs been mostly dining out,â you said.Â
âYou donât cook when youâre home?â Terry asked.Â
You had to turn away from Terry. He looked downright delicious and he was being sweet. The last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable by eye fucking him.Â
âNo, not really. Thereâs not usually enough time. When I have downtime, Iâm usually writing a song or working out or preparing for the next tour. Gotta do something with this brain of mine,â you said.Â
Terry nodded. âShame. Nothing better than some good food cooked with love,â he said. His voice grew hoarse around the word love. Did he have an ex-wife? Did someone break his heart? There was so much you suddenly wanted to know about your bodyguard. You wanted pieces of him that no one else got. You were hungry and greedy for it. Though you had no right to be.Â
âSo you canât make anything other than scrambled eggs, huh?â You asked.
Terry scooped out butter and placed it on the hot pan. It immediately sizzled and Terryâs bulging muscles worked back and forth to spread it around. He added the eggs and then turned to you. âI did say an omelet, too. Give me some credit,â he said.
âBut only when youâre feeling fancy,â you said.
Terry chuckled. âYou get me,â he said.
âSo what makes you feel fancy?â You asked. Your eyes drifted to Terryâs every so often and it was bordering on creepy. So you hopped down from the stool and rummaged around in the cabinets.
âWhat are you doing?â Terry asked.Â
âSetting the table,â you said. You grabbed two plates and placed it on the counter.Â
âThis was my gesture for you. Youâre not supposed to set the table,â he said.Â
âMy grandma would roll in her grave if she knew I didnât help some kind of way. You wouldnât want to hurt poor Grammy Bean, would you?â You turned doe eyes to him and added in a cute pout, sticking out your bottom lip.Â
Terry chuckled, turning back to the eggs. âI suppose I canât hurt poor Grammy Bean,â he relented. You grinned and continued setting the bar top with plates, two cups, and forks. By the time you were done, Terry had finished up the breakfast.Â
You stood behind him and handed him the plates one by one while he loaded up the eggs, bacon, and biscuits. He handed you the full plate and you set it down. âThat was for you,â he said.
âOh,â you said and giggled. âThank you.â You rounded the edge of the bar top, suddenly feeling shy and girly. There was no reason for it. You justâŚfuck, how long had it been since someone did something for you just because? Not because you were paying them to do it? No hidden agenda?
Technically you were paying Terry too, but to guard you, not cook for you. It was unprompted and there was nothing you could do in return for him. There was nothing you could do to feel like you earned it.Â
Terry grabbed his own plate and joined you at the bartop. He sat down and spread his legs to accommodate the long length of them. Feet planted firmly on the ground. âDonât be too harsh on me. I know itâs not the fancy restaurant stuff you eat,â he said.
You laughed. âDonât believe the hype, Mr. Terry. I am a southern girl at heart. This is way more up my alley than that french reduction, tuna tartar, or whatever else they think people want to eat.â
Terry chuckled and waited until you took a bite of your food. You sighed in appreciation and smiled closed-lipped at him. âThis is delicious, Terry,â you said.
Terry grinned, showing off his beautiful smile. It was gone just as quick and he nodded. âGood to hear,â he said.Â
What you wouldnât pay or do to see him smile like that again. You ate beside Terry, soaking in the domesticity of it all. You were burning with questions. But you bit your tongue and just enjoyed the stillness. The peace. The quiet.Â
Terry finished in record time, wolfing down his meal like he had just come back from jail or something. He stood up and grabbed two more biscuits. You didnât know where the fuck he put it all.Â
âDid Grammy Bean get you into singing?â Terry asked.Â
You smiled and nodded, thinking of your grandmother. âYup. She had a piano that she let me toddle on until she buckled down and got me piano lessons. She was a mainstay in the jazz scene. She knew them all. I was always following after her, so she ended up getting me started with singing. Encouraged me to do it for me if I was going to do this professionally. She bought me my first audition dress,â you said.Â
Bless Grammy Bean, but whew, that dress was hideous. You were twelve at the time and she somehow transformed you into a little version of her. A blue and purple paisley dress with swirls and waves and too many clashing colors. Old lady shoes. If it werenât for the studio rep who actually listened instead of laughing at you, you wouldâve been sent home with tears to keep you company.Â
âShe sounds like an amazing woman,â Terry said.Â
âShe really was,â you said softly, remembering the pain of losing the most important person in your corner all over again. âHow about you? Any grandma stories?âÂ
Terry wiped his hands on the paper towel beside his empty plate and then wiped his mouth. He missed a crumb in his mustache but you decided not to tell him. If anything, it made him more endearing. He followed the towel with his hand, swiping away the crumb anyway. Bastard.
âYeah, my grandma was no joke. Me and my cousin Mike were terrors. Always running in and out of the house, always getting into trouble. One time, we had been play-fighting in the rain. We were covered in mud. When grandma saw us, she hosed us down, gave us a proper whuppinâ for tracking mud on her porch, and then made us clean off her porch before we could come inside,â Terry said, smiling at the memory.Â
You smiled with him and shook your head, trying to imagine Terry at such a young age. Was he an awkward teen? Probably not. He was probably born with âresponsible" stamped on his forehead.Â
âOh, she was really no joke,â you said.
Terry smiled and shook his head. âNot a one. Sheâs the one that got me into the Marines. She would tell me all her stories of the Air Force and how she was in charge of making sure the women who served were in bed by curfew. A lot of them tried sneaking out to meet up with boys. My grandma was there with a clipboard and her service weapon telling them to try her,â he said, chuckling to himself.Â
âNot the clipboard too,â you said, chuckling with him.Â
âThey could either get checked off or checked out,â he said, pitching his voice to sound like an older lady. With his deep voice, the sound didnât quite manage what he went for. You continued to laugh at his impression, waving your hands.Â
âIâm not tryingââ you kept laughing, unable to apologize.Â
âItâs all good. She was a funny woman. Sheâd want us to laugh,â he said. He sobered and looked at you while you tried to catch your breath. Giggles escaped you as you calmed down yourself, finding yourself getting lost in his stormy eyes.Â
You cleared your throat and sucked on your bottom lip. You both opened your mouth at the same time and then giggled. âYou go,â he said.
âNo, please,â you said.
âLadies first,â he said. You sighed and rolled your eyes just as the doorbell rang. You cursed under your breath. You almost forgot for a few moments that you werenât a normal person.
Terry stood up from the bar stool and went to the door for you, checking to see who was there. But you already knew. In five, four, threeâŚ
âThere you are! Didnât you get my text?â Mirage asked, walking into the room.Â
Joya followed close behind with a shy, pained smile on her face. She clutched her calendar to her chest and you smiled. You nearly had a heart attack looking at Terry. There was no way in hell your sweet assistant could handle Terryâs muscles on full display.Â
âI did not. I was eating breakfast, forgive me. Remind me what weâre doing today?â You asked. Because at this point, Terry effectively made you forget for a morning that you were a singer.Â
Terry re-entered the room silently, moving around Mirage and headed towards the kitchen. He began to pack up the plates. âLet me help,â you said, hopping off the stool.Â
âI got it. Go be awesome,â he said.Â
You rolled your eyes and giggled. You followed Mirage and Joya into the living room and sat down on the huge, white pleather couch. Joya sat down in the armchair, faced away from Terry, and opened her calendar.Â
âI managed to push your LA costume fittings to eleven to let you sleep in. You have an interview with Essence at three. Here is the list of questions,â she said, sliding over a piece of paper to you. You looked them over. Nothing too bad, not much you hadnât answered before.Â
âOkay, pretty light day,â you said.Â
âJake called. He needs you at the club tonight, rather than tomorrow,â Mirage said.
âWhat? Why?â You asked.Â
âLord AK flew in early and will be there and Jake needs you to hype up the single,â Mirage said. She cringed at your expression as you sighed and fell back against the couch.Â
âI was looking forward to staying in,â you said.Â
âI know, babe. Iâm sorry,â she said. âI couldnât push it. I tried telling Jake about what happened yesterday-â
You waved off her incoming apology. âItâs not you. I know Jake is only thinking dollar signs right now,â you said, thinking of your good for nothing agent.Â
âHow long do I have to show my face at the club?â You asked.Â
âYou canât go to a club. Thereâs no way to secure your safety,â Terry chimed in from the kitchen.Â
âI have to. If I donât, the single wonât get promoted. If the single doesnât get promoted, it doesnât sell. If it doesnât sell, my ass is out of a job,â you said.Â
Terryâs jaw flexed as he took in the information you gave him. âThereâs no way around it?â He asked.
âAh, sorry. No,â Mirage chimed in for you.Â
âThereâs going to be a lot of influencers there. Lots of cameras. I donât know if you could have a bodyguard close by,â Mirage said.Â
âI can blend in,â Terry said.Â
You looked at Mirage and Joya before glancing guiltily at Terry. He caught on, a smirk stretching his lips. âDonât think I can hang?âÂ
âI meanâŚI wouldnât call you a squareâŚâ you said.
Terry chuckled and nodded his head. âI can blend in, princess,â he said.
You stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled, returning to cleaning up the kitchen. You shook your head and turned back to your team. You went over a few more details for the day, the logistics of everything.Â
âUgh, I didnât pack club clothes,â you said.Â
âAlready have you covered. After the interview, youâll have a few choices the label is sending over,â Joya said. She consulted her calendar and thousands of tabs and sticky notes. You marveled at the way her mind worked.Â
You smacked your teeth thinking of the type of clothes your label wanted you in. âOh ye of little faith, girl! I already told them nothing silver, nothing sparkly, and nothing thatâll have your ass hanging out,â Joya said.
âI love you,â you said and giggled.
âI love you too, miss lady. We have fifteen minutes to get on the road before weâre late for your fittings,â Joya said.Â
âUgggghhhhh,â you groaned, sliding off the couch like a toddler.Â
Mirage laughed and shook her head. âItâll be painless. WellâŚas long as it isnât Francois,â Mirage said.
You shivered from the floor. âIâm convinced he pokes me so many times to see if my ass is real,â you said. You all laughed and for a brief moment, you pretended that you were sixteen again with a circle of good friends, having a movie night. But those days were long past and gone.Â
âAlright, alright, alright. Iâm getting up. Fuck,â you said. You stood up from the floor and collected yourself. You squared your shoulders, threw your head back, and took a deep breath.
Movement to your right made you turn to Terry who had stopped cleaning to watch you. He nodded his head at you and you nodded back. Yeah, you had business to attend to.
The fitting was a breeze. Luckily Francois was nowhere to be found so you didnât have to grab bandaids as you were done with the fitting. That was the secret part you loved about being a musician. Playing dress up. Seeing the mix of fabrics and clothes and getting to see the hidden seams to allow for quick costume changes on stage.Â
The interview went just as well, talking with Brandi Harper, a journalist for Essence. She was cool, down to earth, making the interview feel like a conversation rather than a Q&A. You had bonded over your love for anime, discussing the different shows you watched.Â
She did end up asking about the AâKierra interview that you did and you had to fight everything in you not to drag AâKierraâs nasty ass. You only ended up shrugging and dismissing it. Why give that clown more ammunition?Â
Now, you were back at the hotel, getting dolled up for the club. Terry sat on the couch watching everyone like a hawk. He only allowed one make up artist and one hair stylist and only after he did his little background investigation on the both of them. Your team was loyal. You told him as much. Yet he still looked at everyone like any one of them could snap.Â
Angie worked on your makeup while Nicky worked on your hair. âYou gonâ sweat this out?â He asked.
âProbably, yeah,â you said with a grin. Nicky rolled his eyes but laughed with you as he switched tactics. He quickly abandoned what he was doing and then undid your hair from the ponytail.Â
âYou gonâ stress me out, chile,â he said.
âI love you, Nicky,â you said.Â
Nicky harrumphed and you blew him a kiss while he started to braid your hair. âYou lucky I stay ready, miss thing,â he said. He grumbled about you while he got to work, braiding quickly and efficiently. That was why you paid to bring Nicky wherever you went. No one had hands like him.Â
Joya entered the circus that was your hotel living room carrying a garment bag over her shoulder. Mirage was in the corner, on the phone with Jake setting up details about the club.Â
You snuck a glance at Terry who caught you looking. You rolled your bottom lip into your mouth and Angie groaned. You apologized to Angie who had to switch tactics as well. âEvery time, girl?â She asked.Â
You giggled. âYouâre right. Iâm a bad client,â you said.
She sighed and shook her head. âYouâre lucky I like you,â she said.Â
âOh, itâs my lucky night then. I need to do some gambling before we leave Vegas,â you said. You let Angie remove the gloss from your lips and went with a lip stain instead. It was a darker red than what you were used to but some sneaks in the mirror had you feeling yourself.
You may be a homebody but deep, deep down in your crevices, you liked to party too. Liked to dance and move and sing your heart out. Get some drinks going and you were the life of the party.Â
Joya managed to get closer and tapped the bag. âGot what you needed,â she said.
âThank you,â you told her. âTerry? Can I see you please?â You asked.
Terry was by your side in a second, crowding your space. It wasnât entirely unwelcome. You pointed to Joya. âI had her get some outfits for you as well. If youâre going to blend, I need you to really blend. And I doubt you have a club outfit in that duffel you carry,â you said.Â
âIâm good, thanks though,â he said.
âAnd just what do you plan on wearing to blend in then?â You asked.
He spread his hands and you looked at the black T-shirt and jeans he usually wore. You giggled and shook your head, much to Angieâs and Nickyâs frustration. âYou cannot go to a club like this wearing your uniform, soldier,â you said.
âItâs a club,â he said. âNo oneâs worried about me.â
âSheeit,â Nicky whispered. Angie elbowed him and he cleared his throat, returning to braiding your hair. He was already halfway through your head.Â
You were tempted to lick your lips to keep from laughing at the adorable, confused expression on Terryâs face. âYouâll stick out like a sore thumb if you donât make some kind of effort. Please, indulge me. Otherwise Iâd have to go in by myself and without you there to guard me, who knows what could happen?âÂ
Terryâs jaw flexed. âI know what youâre doing,â he said. He grabbed the clothes bag from Joya who looked like a deer caught in headlights. She lowered her eyes and tried to back away as nonchalant as possible. Poor tink. You understood though. Terry was intimidatingly sexy as hell.Â
âI wouldnât dream of pulling anything,â you said.Â
He gave you a blank stare before disappearing to his side of the suite. You turned to Joya with a grateful smile.Â
In no time at all, Nicky had your head braided and put on a wig. He flat ironed it and then pulled it into a half up, half down style. âOh, I like this,â you said, looking at yourself in the mirror he brought.Â
âI know, I know. Iâm the greatest,â he said.
âWeâre running behind, letâs wrap it up soon,â Mirage called out, returning to her call.Â
What was taking Terry so long? You wondered which outfit he chose or if heâd stick to his uniform. You had to get dressed yourself so you went into your bedroom with Angie and Nicky to help put on your club outfit and make sure you didnât mess up your hair and makeup.Â
The jumpsuit was sheer and looked painted on when you got it on. The back was out but it made your ass look extra fat. Oh, you were so keeping this. It had a tropical flower design on it that looked fun and perfect for the club. Partnered with your hair and makeup, hell, youâd fuck you tonight.Â
You left your room and Terry stood up. You paused, your heels near skidding on the floor. Got. Damn. He chose to wear a navy dress shirt with gold flowers on it. He left it buttoned all the way to the top and his black jeans made him look extra delicious.Â
He smoothed the shirt and looked at himself like he couldnât believe how he got here. You giggled to get over your initial shock. âNot bad, Mr. Terry. Not bad,â you said.
âDonât look so bad yourself,â he said.Â
You smiled and followed your army of people out of the hotel, to the waiting car. Terry opened the door for you and helped you inside. He went around to the other side, climbing into the back with you.Â
âOh, not driving tonight?â You asked.Â
âI gotta blend, right?â He asked.Â
If he did any more blending, people would think he was a famous movie star. He pulled on some shaded glasses, completing the look while a member of your security team got in the front seat. Mirage and Joya would be in the follow car.Â
Sometimes they were your best friends. And sometimes they were your best employees. The ride beyond to the club was short, really only going from one hotel to the next. But because youâd be spotted instantly, it was somehow easier to take the car than walk.Â
Paparazzi lined the entrance to the club and those flashing bulbs immediately turned to your car when it was your turn. You took a deep breath, looking out at the sea of vultures. There were some fans mixed in.Â
âGuess word got out that Iâd be here,â you said with a rueful smile. âWondered who leaked that.âÂ
Jake was such a leech. But you kept him around because if nothing else, he could hustle a dollar from a beggar. And for an artist determined to do this shit right, you needed all the money you could scrounge up. After living paycheck to paycheck growing up, robbing Paul to pay Peter, you had plans. You didnât ever want to go back to the poor little girl you were before.Â
âWe can turn around,â Terry offered.
You sighed. âNo. We really canât,â you said. You took a deep breath and pulled on your metaphorical armor. You pictured it encasing you in the hardest known element. Not a chink or weak spot to exploit.Â
You pulled on your own shades because the flashing lights left you dizzy. Terryâs counterpart got out of the car and then swooped around to open the door for you. Terry got out by himself and quickly walked around the car, offering you his arm.Â
The paparazzi resembled a feeding frenzy at the zoo. They called your name endlessly, squawking with demands to turn here, look here, give us a smile, give us a pout, whoâs your man, and on and on it went.
You posed and waved to them all, playing into your persona. You singled out a few fans and took pictures with them, signing some autographs. You blew kisses as you walked up the clubâs doors and the bouncer let you in without any fuss.
The sudden darkness of the clubâs interior foyer after all the flashing lights gave you whiplash. You swayed on your feet and Terry steadied you with a hand on your hip. âYou okay?â He asked.Â
You shook your head to clear it. âI hate that shit,â you said. But you were fine. Youâd live.Â
âWe made it,â Mirage said, coming up from the side entrance. She wore a simple black party dress that fit her full figure well. She pulled her braids back into a ponytail and added on makeup. You hugged her and then Joya who peeked out from behind Mirage. She had changed as well, into a pair of dark jeans and a flirty shirt.Â
âYou both look amazing!â You said.Â
âNot as good as you!â Joya said. You waved them off. They were too adorable. Linked arm in arm, you passed through the curtains and entered the club proper. Nothing was small in Vegas on the strip. The place was huge, a mass of people gyrating on the dance floor, hanging out by the bar, or trying to make moves on each other.
You made your way to the VIP section. The section was already bumping with multiple artists bopping their heads to the music. Groupies hung around the various rappers and singers, each all similarly dressed in baggy pants and jerseys or oversized coats.Â
âYouâre here!â Another singer, Alexandra Crane, beamed and then wrapped her arms around you. You screamed with her. The cute little singer from Atlanta had become a friend during a concert you performed together. You were glad to see that she ditched the other two in her group.Â
âIt is so good to see you!â You said. You introduced Mirage and Joya and true to form, Joya fangirled.Â
âOh, and whoâs this?â Alex asked.Â
âThis is my-â
âIâm her toy for the evening,â Terry said, extending his hand to Alex. She shook it but gave you an exaggerated wink. You waved her off and let your eyes adjust to the dizzying array of spinning neon lights in the club.
The dance floor was full of uncoordinated people jumping up and down to the same four club remixes on repeat. Ugh. âHave you seen Lord AK?â You asked.
Alex shook her head. âAre you meeting up with him?â She asked.Â
You nodded and bent closer to be heard over the music. âWeâre promoting âDown Badâ,â you told her.Â
She smiled and nodded her head. âOh my god, I love that song!â She said.
You flopped onto the couch with Alex and caught up, leaving Terry to sit beside you and scan the club for potential threats. You relaxed as the night went on, going shot for shot with Alex and your girls.Â
As the night progressed, some fans dared to approach and ask for pictures. Terry tried to deter them but you went against his orders, taking pictures anyway. It was incredibly brave to even ask. You wouldnât deny them a quick picture and wave.Â
The club finally changed the music to something you could actually shake your ass too. The alcohol warmed your belly and had you feeling yourself. You grabbed Alexâs hand and made your way to the dance floor.Â
Terry grabbed your hand as you reached the bottom step of the VIP section. âI canât protect you around all of them,â he said.
âI wanna dance. You can join meee, boy toy,â you sang, crooking your finger. Terry tilted his head and if you could see his eyes, you were sure he would be judging you. Ah well. You hadnât had fun in a long time. Your stalker preferred to catch you unawares. The mask had been the creepiest contact so far.Â
The fanboy letters and poems were what really creeped you out. You shivered just thinking about it. But that was the point. You didnât want to think about your stalker. You wanted to have fun.Â
Terry let your hand go and then you squealed, getting onto the dance floor and immediately started shaking your ass to the Ying Yang Twins song. You let go. You just followed the rhythm of the music and danced with Alex, pretending you were just a girl in a club, quietly hoping some man would come holler at you for a second.Â
You danced in a circle so that it would make you face the VIP section. Terryâs profile was turned towards you, eyeing you as you danced. You put extra flair into your sexy dancing. Swaying your hips, shaking your ass, flirting with him with your body from across the room.Â
He watched it all. He didnât even pay attention to those around him. Didnât give the waitress a glance as she lingered, hovered, trying to grab his attention. He lifted his fingers to wave her off and she left with a huff. That only made you smile and roll your body to the music.Â
The DJ scratched the record, getting everyoneâs attention. Everyone turned to the DJ in the middle of the club, up on stage surrounded by a paneled wall full of screens with colors dancing in the display.Â
âYaâll ready for some hot, new shit? Fresh off the tracks?â The DJ asked. The club screamed.Â
âYaâll ready or not, damn!â The DJ asked.Â
Behind him, Lord AK stepped out with a microphone. âCall me a simp, âcause that ass got me mesmerizedâŚâ he started rapping the opening lyrics to your song. You screamed, just as shocked as everyone else.
Why didnât Mirage tell you this was part of the plan? You looked towards the VIP section but Mirage wasnât there. Were you supposed to sing as well? Were you just there to witness? This mickey mouse shit was unprofessional as fuck.Â
Lord AK seemed to know what the hell was going on because he made a beeline through the crowd to you, serenading you with his rap, grinning widely. Gahh, he was so damn cute. If he didnât have some deep seated fucking issues, that would be your man for real. But after the scare last year at a party, he had disappeared for counseling.Â
Fuck it. You grabbed the mic from him when it came time to your part, singing to him, flirting with him and the crowd. You involved them, making them think that they were the ones you were down bad for.Â
Mirageâs head bobbed in the crowd. She gave you a harried look, waving a microphone covertly. You pushed on Lord AKâs chest and sang while backing him away. You grabbed the microphone from Mirage just as Lord AK leaned in for a fake kiss. You tapped the microphone on his lips and he grinned, grabbing the microphone and began the breakdown of the song.Â
There was a call and response in the middle of the song, getting quicker as the lyrics turned nastier. You and Lord AK circled each other, getting closer and closer, until you reached the climax of the song where you belted out the final lyrics. The club exploded with cheers and whistles.Â
The DJ played another one of Lord AKâs songs. The idea was to get people focused on the music, not his hiatus. You felt bad for him, really. He was a talented rapper. People should already focus on the music and not that he was going through shit. Everybody was going through shit.Â
Mirage fought her way to you, grabbing your microphone and Lord AKâs. âFuckinâ Jake sprung this shit on me. By the time I knew, he was already in place and I couldnât find you andâŚâ
âBabe, breathe,â you said. Mirage stopped mid sentence and took a deep breath.Â
âIâm going to fuckinâ kill him,â she said, shaking her head and walking away.Â
âIâm sorry, I thought you knew. Somethinâ told me this shit wasnât right, âcause I almost didnât find you out here,â Lord AK said.Â
You waved him off and hugged him, covertly taking a deep whiff of his cologne. He smelled heavenly, like a mix of spiced flowers and sandalwood. You shouldâve been having his babies. You inwardly groaned at the loss of your fictional family as you pulled away.Â
âIt is so good to see you. Need some familiar faces, for real,â you said.Â
His grin was wide and genuine, his eyes no longer cloudy now that he got rid of most of his entourage. That whole group had been toxic and you were glad to see him on the other side of it. Healthy looked good on him.Â
However, back in his presence, his luminance seemed to dim. He no longer really turned your head. You only had eyes for â him. Terry remained in the VIP section but there was some unknowable expression on his face. You didnât know him well enough to decipher this particular look.Â
He was always so damn grumpy. âHow long you here for?â You asked.
Lord AK shrugged his shoulders. âEnough to be seen. Then Iâma dip. This club is ass,â he said.Â
âTrue that. Donât leave without me seeing you again,â you said.
âYouâre gonna see me in LA, girl,â he said.
âAnd what that mean!â You tapped his shoulder and made your way back to the VIP section. Most of it had cleared out but there were still a few movers and shakers talking, their phones out recording everything.Â
The lights began to go crazy, turning the VIP section darker as the lights danced in time with the club remixes again. âHaving fun?â Terry asked when you got up the stairs.
âAre you? Have you gotten up once?â You asked.
âMhm. Just sitting here. Enjoying the free concert,â he said.
You giggled, looking away. You wanted so desperately to ask what he thought of the performance. The words to excuse the behavior were at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to make it clear that it was all an act for you and Lord AK. That you werenât really into him, yaâll just had good chemistry.Â
But there was nothing to really explain, was there? You didnât owe Terry an explanation. You grabbed two shots and handed him one. âIf this was what you call blending in, itâs so bad. You scream cop,â you said.
âI look good, what you mean?â He asked. He smoothed down the front of his shirt and you shook your head with a giggle.Â
âYou gotta drink. You gotta dance. Those are the rules,â you said.Â
âI donât drink,â he said.Â
âLike a you canât handle your liquor thing or is this a health nut thing?â You asked.
Terry chuckled. âHealth nut?â He asked.Â
âYou know you can be addicted to working out, right?â You asked.Â
Terry shook his head. âI donât drink on the job,â he said.Â
âThis isnât a job. Youâre blending. Blending means going method,â you said. Terry sighed and grabbed the shot out of your hand. He knocked it back without a grimace and you matched him, tipping the shot glass back and grinning at him.Â
The DJ gave the club remix a break and turned on Post Maloneâs âRockstarâ. You squealed and threw up your hands. âI love this song! Dance with me,â you said. You grabbed his hand and tried to pull him to standing. He remained firmly planted in his seat.
âI definitely donât dance on duty,â he said.Â
The alcohol made you petulant. At least that was your excuse and you were sticking to it. You gave up trying to get him to stand so you took another shot for courage and then began dancing in the VIP section.
The neon blue and purple lights danced across the shades he still wore. You couldnât see his pretty eyes and you pretended that he was a famous person. Someone who understood what it was like to feel lonely in the middle of a crowd. That image quickly disappeared though. You didnât want a fantasy.Â
You wanted to remain yourself. You wanted Terry to remain Terry. The inflexible, professional, gorgeous man who took your safety seriously. The same man who let you peek behind the curtain of his control earlier today. The same man who made you feel in ways you hadnât in a very long time.Â
You turned around and began dancing for him. Just for him. Rolling your ass in a slow circle to the song, bending down as you did so, making your knees do most of the work to entice Terry.Â
He adjusted himself in the seat, tilting his head at you. âWhat are you doing?â He asked, his voice rough.Â
âDancing with you since you wonât dance with me,â you said. You continued to dance, looking back at him every so often to make sure he was still looking. You grew more bold as you danced, now doing it just because. Just because he made you feel normal when so much of your life wasnât.Â
You backed into his lap and mimicked bouncing on it. You grabbed his knees and ground your ass in lap, used him for support while you danced slower and slower. The thrumming beat matched the beat of your heart, turning you bolder.Â
You looked over your shoulder and bit your lip, still grinding in his lap. Terry took a deep breath but you werenât making it easy for him. âYou know you want to dance with me,â you said over your shoulder.
Terry leaned forward and grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto his lap. You yelped, feeling a third leg pushing at the fabric of his jeans. He placed his lips next to your ear and whispered, âBehave.âÂ
You grinned and kept grinding and dancing on him, giving him a lap dance whether he wanted it or not. He didnât stop you, only gripped your hips harder with his thick fingers. He slowly began to move with you, rubbing his bulge into your ass.
He moved one of his hands from your hips to trail a finger along your exposed, sweaty back. You gasped, feeling electricity pass from his fingers to your skin. You took back control by abruptly standing up, turning around, and climbing into his lap.Â
You continued your dance, wriggling in his lap. You bent backwards, stretched, and then rolled forward. Terry dragged a finger down your chest and you wished it was open in the front too. You liked his hands on you. You really, really liked his hands on you.
Your skin grew overheated, waves of heat rolling through your body. Terry gripped your ass and squeezed. You gasped and fell forward, knocked off your rhythm with just a firm grip. You ought to be ashamed you were that easy, but hell, who could blame you?Â
When he looked that good? Smelled that good? Felt so damn good?Â
Terry leaned forward and you steadied yourself on his shoulders. You braced for those full, lush lips to touch yours. Watched as if in slow motion as he leaned in. Your breathing was so rapid, your chest rose and fell.Â
Terry moved one of his hands to your face, bringing you closer by cupping your cheek. Your eyes drooped, too eager to get this over with yet wanting to savor every little second. His hand was hot against your cheek. His breath fanned across your face.
He bypassed your lips to bring his closer to your ear. âI donât take advantage of drunk women,â he whispered. He licked your neck and you moaned, shivering as if someone dumped a bucket of ice water down your veins. âI like my women sober when theyâre riding me.â
You gasped while he stood up and gently placed you on the couch. âStay here. Iâll grab you some coffee.âÂ
You stayed put while he disappeared to do just that. You stared after his retreating form, at a complete loss for words. You were hot and bothered. Your flabbers were ghasted. And you were so damn horny you thought youâd pass out.Â
Such a bastard. You fanned yourself as Terry returned with coffee and water, making you somehow drink both. He escorted you out of the club with a few stops to take pictures with fans. Despite whatever the hell he thought, you were not drunk.Â
He had you tucked into the car before you could say, âCinderellaâ. There was nothing to talk about in the car. The interior was too tense. Too thick. Too cloying with the mix of cologne, perfume, sweat, and hairspray. You rode in silence back to your hotel, escorted to the room, and stood silently while Terry checked every nook and cranny of the room.Â
âGoodnight, Mr. Terry,â you sang lazily, heading to your bedroom doors. Terry crossed the living room to his side.
âGoodnight,â he said.Â
You stared at each other as you closed the doors at the same time. Finally alone, you turned and leaned your back against the door feeling like the biggest fucking loser on the planet.Â
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Swan song
Professor Viktor x TA Reader
[PART 1]・ ďžâž ďžď˝Ąâ[PART 2] â・ďžâď¸ď˝Ąâ[PART 3]
â・ďžâď¸ď˝Ąâ[AO3 link] â・ ďžâž ďžď˝Ą
Summary: Youâre a bright phD student who wonât shy away from a challenge. Getting the most notorious professor at the University of Piltover to hire you as his assistant is one of them.
Tags: Modern AU, SFW (for nowâŚ), DILF professor Viktor, romanticizing and eroticizing borsht, lab shenanigans, reader being filled with equal parts shame and lust
Word count: 7.8k
Notice: This fic is written with a transmasculine reader in mind, but that wonât come into play at all until the final third chapter of this mini-series.
Notes: A little something something while we await season two ;] The draft for this post deleted itself twice now. If the formatting looks wonky (especially in the texting section), NO, it doesn't. Shut up.
He didnât lie.Â
Which is all the more shocking, considering you attend his 8AM lecture on the very same day, and he seems more bright and alight than youâve ever seen him.
When did he find the time?
Though there isnât a daunting amount to your thesis just yet, you still want to believe youâve written something quite substantial over the past months.Â
You toss one glance around yourself before you follow him into his office after his lecture, and you find the stack of papers youâd left on his desk last night looking positively devoured, in the most⌠academic way possible. Scribbles and notes litter the margins, the edges of the papers are already somehow lightly worn.Â
He must have read it multiple times.
âCoffee?â He offers.
âYes, please.â
As he gropes the machine in search of its switch again, he cocks his brow at you. âAnd what was that for?â
You frown. âWhat was what for?â
âThat⌠glance, before you followed me into my office.â The switch clicks, the light comes on. âLooking around like you were being followed.â
âOh,â caught in the embarrassing act, you shrug. âI donât know. Being cautious, I guess. Students have been looking at me a little funny, lately.â
âMuch too late for caution, Iâm afraid.âÂ
Uh oh.Â
As he retrieves two paper cups, youâre left wondering what exactly that should mean.
âWhyâs that?â
âI thought you were well aware of the fact that rumors would start, um⌠circulating the moment I made it public that I had hired an assistant.â Coffee trickles into the cups, a soothing little melody. Viktor leans against the wall beside the machine as he watches the cups fill. âIâve always been adamant about not needing one. It is natural for people to have questions â and to come up with, eh, answers â when I suddenly do.â
The notion of the answers students might have come up with swirls around in your brain.Â
You wish they were right.
Youâre glad theyâre not.
You look at Viktor.
âDo you mind it?â
The coffee stops pouring. Viktor does that thing again, spreading long fingers apart to grasp both cups. And heâs quiet â for a beat longer than he should be.
âNo. There are more important things to worry about than⌠gossip.â He sets the cups on the table, then takes his seat. He hesitates for a brief second, craning his neck before he fixates on you, motionless. Waiting. âDo you?â
âTrying not to.â
The answer makes him⌠deflate, somehow. Itâs barely visible, for just a fraction of a second his chest sinks, before his tone is back to his composed cadence.
âYou will get used to it,â he assures. âNow, onto more interesting matters â your work.â
Thank god. You donât know how much more of the awkward tiptoeing you could have handled.
âYes.â Your heart leaps into your throat. Acting normal has never been so difficult. âWhat did you think?â
âVery impressive.â He slides the stack of papers towards you. âI have made some⌠suggestions here and there, should you wish to take them into consideration. But, I think you struck gold with your hypothesis. Should you need a conversation partner, guidance, anything at all â I would gladly be at your service.â
âThank you, Viktor. I really appreciate this.â
At the sound of his own name coming from you, something in him shifts. Shifts with an unfamiliar near bashfulness, he stifles a little smile into the rim of his paper cup, the corners of his eyes crinkle, he settles into his seat a little further.
âBut you never held up your end of the bargain,â you point out. That snaps him out of it.
âAh, yes. I did not.â He continues to hide behind his cup, before he finally seems to decide to take a metaphorical leap, as he sets it down and stares down at it. âI fear the unfortunate truth may be that when it comes to research, I either work better with a partner, or that⌠Cecil is right and I need to slow down. Though Iâd guess the former is more likely.â
âYou used to work with, uhâŚâ youâre not sure how to approach the topic, âTalis, didnât you?â
âThe five basic principles of applied arcanism are commonly referred to as Talisâ princies, you do not have to feign uncertainty to appease me.â
So you drop the attempt to tiptoe around the subject, and ask, plainly:
âWhy wasnât your name added on?â
Viktor scoffs. âTalis-Sidorov-Sviboda has a terrible ring to it. Or so heâd said. And admittedly⌠I was more of a conduit than the co-author of his idea. He said we would name the next big thing we would discover after me, but⌠well, you know how it is. I dedicated myself to teaching, he retired to lead a quiet life in his gaudy mansion with his sports cars and his purebred German shepherds after he married some businesswoman.â
Though his story does line up, those arenât necessarily the rumors youâd heard. Thereâd been talk of more than just a mild dispute of names, and⌠well, there had been⌠something between Talis and Viktor. But thatâs about all you know.
Under your gaze, Viktor grows suddenly uncomfortable â both with the subject and the fact that he might be able to tell you know more. Heâs quick to redirect the conversation.
âAs for my research: I have been studying the laminal hexoin cascade in stabilized hexgems in various matrices. And though bold, I have been attempting to figure out the ideal matrix â something that will allow for close to a hundred percent energy renewal and render all other sources of energy obsolete.â
âThat is bold,â you say. Your other thought, you keep to yourself: it also sounds impossible. You suppose stabilizing hexgems 20 years ago was also something thought impossible â and yet, Viktor hadnât shied away. If anyone is apt for the job, it is him. âAny luck so far?â
âPartially. They have been yielding favorable results, but not enough to be viable energetic alternatives as of now.â He takes his cup again, bringing it to his lips in a rushed movement, drinking a mouthful, rather than a sip. Once Viktor sets it down, his hand remains on the table, fingers tapping on the shiny surface once, twiceâ âI could use a theorist to assist me with a few things.â
The implication dizzies you. Is he�
But then he slides another one of his drawers open, and retrieves a stack of papers. Slanted handwriting, barely legible â youâre by now intimately familiar with it: his cursive. It litters the pages, in different inks and in pencil, diagrams, sketches⌠just looking at it makes you hungry to read it.
He smiles as if heâs read your mind, again.
âI was thinking it could be you.â
â
Youâre invited to his office for lunch break the very next day too. And though he assures you there is no pressure in having to read through his notes by then, you disregard it.
It takes you a reread to be able to make sense of all his scribbles, but⌠itâs brilliant. Heâs brilliant.Â
It should stop surprising you by now â his ideas, his drive, his curiosity, his mind â but with every single time Vikror impresses you anew, he becomes something more distant.
As youâre marveling at his intricate weaving of concepts, it strikes you, unpleasantly, that this is the same man youâd wanted to devour just days ago. The man whoâs made you coffee, the man whose sharp eyes fold at the corners when he smiles.Â
Youâd have deified him, had he been your teacher. You still do, especially now, after youâve seen more of what his mind is made of. The mere notion of him becomes terribly out of reach, and youâre plagued with guilt for that night. Guilt for having tainted such a man with your thoughts.Â
And yet, you still canât help but think of his neck, the soft pink of his chapped lips, the hollow of his cheeks. You wonder what his mouth tastes like, and you want to slap yourself on the wrist for it. You should have, because minutes later, you wonder about worse things too. The scent of his skin, the coarseness of his body hair, how far up under his navel it might reach.
And when you finish reading his notes a second time and bring the paper to your nose to sniff it â hoping for a trace of him â you realize you have a problem. A serious one.
It torments you for the rest of the night, through the hours you spend writing up some suggestions and ideas, all the way to when you switch off the light, and hug whatever pillowâs within reach close.
When you get the urge to tilt your hips against it, you decide to get up and splash your face with water.
And you wish you could do the same thing the very next day on your lunch break, when youâre standing in the doorway of his office and heâs eating borscht. The sweet-tangy smell of vegetables, beef and beets makes your stomach growl, but your physical hunger is long lost on your otherwise preoccupied brain.
The beet red of the soup has pigmented his lips. They look kissed raw, puffy, ripe. A lavish speck of colour on his otherwise pale face, it draws your gaze and does not let it stay somewhere more respectful.
You want to taste them.
He does it for you, raspberry pink tip of his tongue darting over the plush of his lips before he swallows and finally greets you.
âSorry,â you say, and it comes out tense, near horrified. Youâve caught him eating soup, for chrissakes, not being bent over his table. Oh, god. Why did you have to think about that? âIâll come back later.â
âNo,â Viktor gestures to the empty seat across from him. He screws his thermos shut, and puts it away. âPlease, Iâve been waiting for you. Sit.â
And you do, like the dog you feel like you are right now.
âDid you manage to find the time to read my notes?â
Oh, did you.
âI⌠followed your example and made some suggestions of my own. But on separate pages. Here.â
His reaction is more than what youâd hoped for. Itâs more than the impressed raise of thick brows that had kept you fueled last night, itâs more than the smile youâd been hoping for.Â
âYou are unbelievable,â he grins, and takes what you offer, pushing his glasses up his nose before he starts reading. You selfishly use the distraction to stare at his lips again. He mutters to himself as he reads, pink mouth molding around whispered jargon, nodding. âYes, this⌠this is exactly what Iâd hoped for, when Iâd asked for your assistance. Your fresh set of eyes is invaluable. I hadnât thought of approaching the modification from that angle.â
âIâm glad you think so.â
He doesnât take his eyes off the page for even just a moment, flipping it surprisingly fast, and taking it with him as he leans back in his seat.Â
And decides to torture you.
Viktor traces the pad of his own thumb over the curve of his bottom lip as he takes in your handwriting. The give of the flesh under his fingertip hypnotizes, the slight drag of rough skin on soft pink one, your mind is long gone.
You think of rough fingertips on his lips, on his chest, rough fingertips on the pasty white of his gaunt lower stomach, rough fingertips in coarse hair. Rough fingertips dipping between his milky thighs, rough fingertips on where he runs just as pink as he does on his lips, rough fingertips dipping, slipping on slick skinâ
You need to stop.
And you most certainly need help.
âIs something the matter?â
It feels like youâve swallowed your own brain whole when he speaks, because your skull rings hollow when you try to come up with a reply that isnât incoherent babble.
âWhâ me? No. Why?â
And because embarrassment loves to stick around once it has made its presence known, the stars align for the next social disaster: your stomach growls. Loudly.
âDid you not have lunch?â Viktor asks.
âI⌠didnât get around to it,â you admit.
âI wonât take up too much of your time, then,â he assures. If he knew just how much of your time heâs started taking up â and the fact that you wish you could give him what is left of it to him, too. âI would like you to work alongside me on my research. But if you donât feel like you can squeeze another project into your presumably busy schedule, I understand. I would be glad to have you merely as⌠a colleague to consult with, as well.â
Is that even a question? Heâs offering you the opportunity of a lifetime. You would be an idiot not take it.Â
And an even bigger idiot to turn down more time spent with him.
âYou donât even have to ask,â you joke. âYes. I would be thrilled, Viktor.â
This is his first smile you witness when his pretty boyishness doesnât shine through. Itâs a gentle quirk of his lips, no teeth to be seen, just tenderness. It makes your heart leap to be the cause of it.
âThank you,â he says.
âThank you.â
Silence.
Just as youâre about to breach it â he does it first.
âWould you be free for lunch tomorrow as well?â
He watches you from below long, dark lashes as you give a breathless yes.
â
âI brought you something.â
Itâs the last thing you expect as you step into his office at noon, upon exchanging hellos.
Youâre alight. With curiosity, above all else. And with worry â why would he bring you something? What will you do to reciprocate?Â
âThank you,â you say, though you have no idea what for just yet. âWhat is it?â
âI saw you eyeing my borscht yesterday.â Thereâs a glint in his eye that suggests more, so much so you canât decide between flirting or digging a hole for yourself in the hardwood floor of his office.Â
The middle ground is standing in his office awkwardly as he unzips his backpack.
He retrieves two thermos bottles: the one youâre already familiar with, and another that looks older, more worn, and sorely lacks the sticker youâve so come to love and fixate on and dream about. âI, eh, I made you some. In case you wouldnât get the chance to eat before you came here.â
Your chest swells so much it hurts.Â
He made you soup?
âYou⌠Viktor, this is⌠thank you. You shouldnât have.â
âI wanted to. Have a seat.â
You practically jump into the seat across the table from his â a seat youâve come to associate as yours, in spite of being well aware of the oppisite.
As he screws the bottle open and pours some steaming soup out into a paper bowl â god, heâd brought paper bowls â his eyes flick to you.
âBut if you donât care for borscht, you donât have toââ
âI do care.â
And that rings true not just for the borscht.
It rings true for the soup he brings you the next day too, it rings true for every word that passes his lips. And it rings true for the time you start to spend in the insane coffee shop queue to surprise him with his preferred order and a slice of cake (a different one each day, until you figure out his favorite: cinnamon coffee), it rings true for the dark blue roughed up thermos he lets you take home the day you donât finish the soup he brings you because youâre just so busy talking.
Itâs November before you know it.
As the days grow colder, itâs not rare to be finding warmth by lavishing in Viktorâs attention as you ramble on about ideas â either for his research, or your thesis. All while he intently follows your thoughts with a smile, stopping just to shave another mouth-half-fullâs worth off his cake of the day with his plastic spoon.
And once he savors the last bite, Viktor almost always flips it hollow side down, sliding it down the swell of his tongue within his mouth, removing it from between puckered lips. His cheeks hollow, he holds eye contact all the same, and itâs a mental image that haunts you. A mental image you project in your mind, nestled between the apex of your thighs. The thick of his tongue. The cushiony seal of his lips, the suction of his cheeks.Â
It never becomes any less distracting than the first time it happens.Â
You startle when Viktor speaks as he sets down the plastic spoon into the now empty packaging.Â
âI would like you to accompany me to the lab sometime soon. When would you be free?â
Youâve been before â but just a handful of times. Mainly for him to demonstrate or disprove certain guesses, or test conclusions youâd reached together.Â
âIâm free right now,â you suggest.
Viktor shakes his head. âI have a lecture in an hour.â
Right.Â
âI mean⌠I think we could make it in an hour.â
âI prefer to take my time.â Viktor leans back in his seat, stares thoughtfully at the clock on his wall for a moment. âWould seven PM work for you?â
âUhâŚâ you mentally go through your schedule for the day, âyes. It should. I might be a little late, though. How about⌠seven fifteen-ish?â
âGood.â The flow of the word is syrupy, yet his next sentence comes out surprisingly peppy with excitement: âSee you then.â
â
Though youâre well into the final week of November, it never stops bothering you just how quickly the sun sets. By the time you get to the lab, the airâs gone cold, dry, and the darkness is heavy and thick.
Viktor waits for you just outside the university lab, under the halo of the street light â perhaps just a hint overdressed for the cold, in your opinion. Itâs certainly trench coat season, though his is surprisingly long, reaching somewhere along the middle of his shins. The hand he hasnât tucked in his pocket holds his cane and is clad in a leather glove. Around his lengthy neck, a red knitted scarf lays in chunky, impenetrable layers, reaching almost all the way to the swell of his top lip and his ears. You can hardly see his smile from underneath when he spots you â but his eyes give him away.Â
âRight on time,â Viktorâs tone has just as much pep to it as a few hours ago, perhaps even moreso. He rolls his shoulders, before he subtly nuzzles further down into his scarf, shying away from the biting cold. âLetâs get inside.â
He leads the way into the building, its warmth embracing you the moment you step in. The tip of your nose and your fingertips feel like theyâre beginning to thaw, tingling just a hint. As you go to take off your coat, you notice Viktor isnât in a rush. He rests his cane against the wall before he unwraps the thick, wide scarf from around his neck, folding it. He sets it on a nearby table, shucking off his trench coat, slender shoulders under a wool sweater. You watch closely as he then takes his scarf and stuffs it into the sleeve of his coat before he hangs it up.Â
Thereâs something stiff, painful, about how he moves. You wonder if itâs the cold.
âWhat?â He watches you with appeased amusement.
Caught red-handed, you jump, still halfway clad in your coat.
âNothing,â you reply, scraping for a way to deflect from your obvious staring. âNot a big fan of the cold?â
âNever.â He says it like itâs a very serious matter. âI still donât know how I made it through my first eighteen winters in St. Petersburg.â
âYou grew up in Russia?â
He laughs through his nose like youâve told him a half good joke. âWhat gave it away? The accent? The surname?â
âNo, I just thought⌠Svoboda is a Czech surname.â
With how his smile turns knowing, self-satisfied, youâre suddenly back in his office again, uncertain and nervous and asking for a job as his assistant. He could taunt you with the knowledge that youâve looked up his last name, embarrass you a little, play with you.
But he isnât that man anymore â not to you. This time, he feeds your curiosity, albeit just with crumbs.
âMy motherâs,â he clarifies. âSidorov is Russian â my fatherâs.â
Oh.
âItâs nice that they used both their names. Iâm assuming that wasnât⌠common, back then, and back there.â
âIt wasnât, and they did not.â Viktor waits for you to hang up your coat, watchful gaze making your every movement feel loaded with static thatâs about to snap. âI added hers when I changed my name.â
Changed his name?
The image of the sticker on his thermos turns up fresh in your mind, and you canât help but wonderâŚ
âWell? I was hoping we could discuss more in the lab, but if you prefer the coat hangerâŚâ
Goddamn it. Focus. You need to focus.
âSorry.â
You catch up, then slowly follow Viktor down the hallway, into the small lab he has been assigned. Itâs one of the less grand ones, but it has all it needs â from a pretty new hexion accelerator to a humble whiteboard. It smells sanitized, sterile, ozonic.
You assume your usual seat by the whiteboard while he sets up. It still doesnât feel⌠right to let him do all of that by himself, but he insists upon it, so, you stay out of his way. Viktor tidies up the space just a little, finding his goggles among the mess. He slips them onto his head, elastic pulling back his soft hair into a fluffy grey and brown mess. His cane thumps against the linoleum with every hurried step â though he doesnât seem to be hurrying on account of you being there as much as excitement to show you.
Once heâs done, he sits in front of the accelerator, slipping his goggles on, and nods for you to come. Which you do â youâd be at his beck and call beyond just the academic context. For a moment, you pluck the inviting tilt of his head and the quirk of his lips out of their context, and you plant it atop your own bed, him in just a loose shirt, underwear, lax with freshly received pleasure. More comfortable than heâs ever been, all because of you. Beckoning for you. Come here. Smiling at you when your knee dips into the mattress, tucking his index under your chin as you crawl to him, reeling you in for a kiss.
âCome closer.â
God help you.
You comply with a wildly beating heart, stepping forward until youâre close behind his sitting form, watching the accelerator over his shoulder.Â
He smells nice. Like an indistinct, aromatic cologne, covering up the natural, gentle musk of his skin. You have to resist the urge to dip your head down and trace the tip of your nose along his spine, from where the bones of his neck show to where the scruff at the back of his head goes thicker, fuller. You wonder if heâd shiver as you let the scent of him imbue you⌠you wonder if heâd lean into it, if heâd tilt his head for you, let you dip your face into the slope of his shoulder, where his scentâs more potent.
The mere thought of him, vivid in your nostrils and clinging to your palate and the floor of your brain, rattles you with a shiver.
âI thought Iâd rather show you than tell you,â he explains, wrapping both pale, bony hands around the handles of the accelerator. Steam hisses from the exhaust, flooding the room with more ozone, and gently, but certainly, the gem starts to spin behind the glass panel, beginning to levitate out of its socket, illuminating the room.Â
God, you should have put on goggles too, itâs making your eyes hurt. Itâs a welcome reminder as to why you chose to spend most your days staring down a blackboard rather than the thing itself. The screen right above it is more of a familiar sight to you: numbers, reading the rotations per minute, as well as energetic output, steadily increasing.Â
It whirrs, magic static whirling up around the blue orb, electricity crackles.Â
You can see the appeal of this over a blackboard. But youâd still take the chalk. Especially considering the deafening noise.Â
Nevermind the damn goggles. You need to remember to bring some ear plugs.
âWatch the panel.â Viktor raises his voice over the hum of the machine, and turns to you, watching you from behind foggy lenses with a smile. You wish you could see the way his crowâs feet deepen. It rumbles harder, so much so Viktor almost has to shout the next thing he says, which is a shame, because his usually playful lilt is lost in the noise of it. âNot to⌠spoil the outcome of this experiment for you, but I implemented the conclusions we came to last week, and, it is safe to sayâŚâ
With a well-timed click and tug on a lever, the machine disengages, and the gem drops back into its socket under the influence of gravity. Its violating light returns to a faint, blue glow, like an artificially lit aquarium; fluctuating and undulating gently in its intensity. The potential energy indicatorâs numbers climb back up, steadily, but faster than what youâve seen before.Â
Much faster.
You canât help but grin with excitement. âItâs regenerating fast.â
Viktor smirks at you over his shoulder like youâre sharing a sacred, intimate inside joke.Â
âIt is.â
You await the verdict with a bated breath.
âHow much?â
Viktorâs smile only grows, like heâs about to give you a present. And, all things considered, this is going to be one, in monthsâ or maybe even yearsâ time.
âA thirty-seven percent recovery after usage within an hour.â Viktor spins in the lab stool to face you with the theatrical self-satisfaction of a magician who just sawed his assistant in half and is waiting for the applause. You nearly forget to step back to give him the space for it, so much so your knees knock together. But there is no chance for you to apologize, Viktor is unbothered, sliding the goggles up his forehead enthusiastically, his show of complacency ditched in favor of pure excitement. âThat is more than Iâve ever achieved thus far. Thanks to yââÂ
His voice sticks in his throat, turning into a pained hiss.
His hairâs tangled in his goggles.
âOh, wonderful,â he grits out sarcastically.Â
A frustrated half-sigh half-groan rumbles in his chest as he pulls again and only makes things worse.
âCould you get me a pair of scissors? I should have some in the third drawer over there.â
âWait. At least let me try first,â you insist. Reluctantly, you step closer, and after a momentâs hesitation, Viktor lowers his head for better access like a feral animal letting itself be pet for the first time. He sits still, the sound of both your breaths suddenly loud in the tall, quiet room as youâre forced to step even closer. âCould youâŚâ
You nudge his ankles apart with the tip of your shoe.
He listens.
After a stuttering, fragile exhale, Viktor spreads his thighs.Â
You take the space offered. And you try not to think about kneeling, about making a home for yourself between his thighs.
âDo you think you can do it?â
You wish heâd asked you that about any number of things, except for the goggles tangled in his feathery, soft hair.
But yes. You think you do.
It would have been a terrible shame to cut it â though some shorter, bluntly cut hairs that sit a little further back near the top of his head tell you his suggestion was not the product of a new idea. Carefully, you pull whatever hairs are looser from between the lens and the bridge of the goggles, though a strand remains stubborn.Â
You try to ignore the warmth of his breath on your shirt, the intoxicating, soapy, yet distinctively human smell of his scalp, and the mesmerizing ratio of grey to dark brown, the subtle heat on the sides of your palms and wrists, resting on his head for stability.
As you separate another few hairs from the stuck strand and accidentally tug at them, Viktor has no reaction. Beyond swallowing thickly, and sitting through it dutifully.Â
You wonder if heâd act just the same, had you bunched his hair into the spaces between your fingers and tugged â simply biting his tongue and chewing through the pain â or if heâs leaned into the force, moaning with it, and god, youâve hurt him, and you havenât even apologized.
âSorry.â You sound twice as genuine â mainly because you apologize for much worse than the inflicted pain. âAlmost done.â
âThe scissors would have been faster,â he half-jokes.
His voice sounds different. A hint more⌠strained. He shifts in the seat, wipes his hands on his slacks.
âWould have been a shame, though. You have pretty hair.â The last part of the sentence positively escapes you, and once you hear it, you freeze. Your brain scrambles itself trying to add something that will fix the inherent following awkwardness, the horrifying realization you just called your boss pretty, the fact that itâs true, the fact thatâ
Viktor flinches with another accidental tug of his hair, and so do his thighs â jumping with the surprise, clenching together until they squeeze around yours. But theyâre gone just as fast, flinching away with horrified urgency. Before you get to savor the supple flesh pressing into your own in another new perverted way, before you get to imagine his ankles locking behind you, tilting and rubbing your hips into the hug of his thighs.
You need. To get. A grip.
âSorry.â
You continue on in silence, and thank everything above he at the very least canât see the way your hands shake, because heâs staring at the floor like he could drill a hole into it with just his eyes.Â
You should have gotten the damn scissors. As if through divine intervention, the rest of his hair comes loose not soon after.
âOkay. All done.â You smooth the slightly crinkled, but now free strand back down into the rest of his soft hair.Â
Viktorâs dainty features come into view from below his face framing pieces as he tilts his chin up. His lips quirk into a gentle smile, his eyes sparkle in the faint blue glow, soft shadows under the hollow of his cheeks and the swell of his lip and the tip of his nose and the bone of his brow. You wish you could immortalize him in whatever way heâd let you â a sculpture, a painting, a poem. He looks ripe for kissing, eyes half-lidded and twice as dreamy as he peers at you.
Youâre going to see him like this in your mindâs eye later tonight.
Nestled between your thighs, or kissing down your stomach, molten gold under long, dark lashes, sitting atop carved marbled bone.
âThank you.â He says it quietly â like it would break the sudden holiness of the moment to say it any other way.
Heâs so warm.Â
You could kiss him. See what the ozone of the room tastes like in the slick of his mouth. You wonder if heâd let you, if heâd suckle your tongue into his mouth in a show of submission, or if heâd bite your lip, licking your teeth, pressing, pushing, make you earn the privilege to taste him.Â
You wonder if heâd hold you, or if his curious hands would roam, tracing the front of your stomach, or your spine, or press to the middle of your breastbone like he wants to see where youâd split open for him down the middle like a ripe peach. You wonder if heâd let you dip a hand down the front of his slacks, you wonder if heâd tilt his hips into it like heâd been aching for it, aching for you. Scorching your hand with want, materialized in slick or straining hardness. You wonder which itâd be.
From where youâre standing, the distance between the apex of his chin and the space where his slacks stretch between his thighs is small â and your gaze takes the leap, searching. But the material dips and curves in such a way that youâre left none the wiser, and with nothing but a disgusting realization.
Youâre staring at your bossâ crotch.
You step back from the heat between his thighs, painfully awake, aware. It squeezes and wriggles in your chest like you have a parasite lodged in the chambers of your heart.Â
Youâre disgusting.
You need to put an end to this.
âYouâre welcome, professor.â
With that, youâre practically bolting from between his thighs, to stash the scissors away again.
Youâre neglecting your job, youâre putting it in jeopardy. Putting yourself in jeopardy, risking all the rumors circulating becoming a shameful truth, youâre risking the first man who ever kept up with you, followed you where you wanted to go and took you further â youâre risking it all because he makes you unbelievably fucking horny.Â
And itâs absurd. Embarrassing. You need to get a hold of yourself.Â
âI was⌠thinking, actually,â you begin, and want to punch yourself over how Viktor perks back up from where youâd left him. âAbout some things regarding my thesis that Iâd like your thoughts on.â
âOh. Of course.â You have got to be imagining the subtle disappointment in his tone. The second you let yourself believe itâs more than just a figment of your make-believe, is the second you will be doomed.Â
Viktor, with all his years and experience, would and does know better than to fall for his assistant. You know he does.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He prompts after your prolonged silence.
If he knew the half of it.
â
Youâre late.
And itâs a direct, shameful consequence of last nightâs lusting, the time youâd spent frustratedly tossing and turning and thinking of his mouth and his eyes and his scent, before youâd given in past midnight, and humped your hand into completion.
Thinking about him under you, about pressing your face into his neck, about pressing him into the mattress and rutting into him until he gushes and his tired body sings for you and his voice cracks. Until he breaks for you, until pleasure itself oils and unscrews all the biological cogs of his body and he comes out unstrung, reborn.
Viktorâs in a wheelchair.Â
And he looks worse for wear than youâve ever encountered him before, slumping in the chair and massaging his eyelids with his thumb and index, seemingly gathering his thoughts. Heâs dressed even warmer than usual, in a loose but thick, dark red sweater. Thereâs a colorful knitted blanket folded and set over the tops of his thighs.Â
Viktor doesnât acknowledge you when you come in and sit near the whiteboard, simply resumes his lecture as he regains his mental footing. And he goes on for a while, not sparing you a single glance, as he goes through powerpoint slides today, instead of his usual writing and hand drawn diagrams.Â
Heâs at it for a while, not as fast as his usual pace, but undeniably concise, certain. UntilâŚ
âThe energy output increases proportionately to the spin, and, with powerful enough matrices, some hexgems can create force fields of their own. This is a particularly common phenomenon in unstabilized gems as well, though with the activation of their force field, those tend to also create⌠ehâŚâ
Viktor stops, sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose. He frowns, mumbling something in another language, which, judging by the heavy consonants and squeezed vowel, youâd assume itâs Russian. The word must be slipping his mind, so you decide to help out.
âA shock wave.â
Viktorâs gaze cuts. Heâs looked at you with disinterest before, sure, but thisâŚÂ
He doesnât even turn his head to look at you, just eyes you from the corner of his vision like something unworthy of acknowledgment. You wish you could swallow your words back up.
âYes,â he says. âThank you. A shock wave.â
You donât say anything again for the rest of the lecture.Â
Once the door falls shut behind the last few students who have left the room, Viktor turns to you. You wish you could shrink; and it feels like you do, when he finally speaks.
âI appreciate your intention to help â but do not interrupt me again. I know what Iâm trying to say.â He sounds utterly unlike himself, both spent and angry. âI donât need help. Especially not in the middle of a lecture.â
âSorry.â
That alone softens him up a hint. He looks away, rubbing his thumbs against the wheels of his chair, before he speaks again. Calmer.Â
âJust⌠do not let it happen again.â
As he slumps in his seat, massaging at his temples, you understand that his anger⌠might not have been as directed at you as youâd initially thought. Heâd been snippy when his back hurt â having switched to a wheelchair must mean heâs in a lot more pain now.
And you understand his frustration. Heâd just gotten himself an assistant a few months back, and started a new project â looking like he requires help in front of his students is certainly not doing his reputation right now any favors.Â
âBut if thereâs other things I can do to make your day a little easier, Iâd like to do them.â
âNo, thank you.â He shakes his head, before he grabs both wheels and advances to where heâd left his bag. As he starts packing his things, he stops again, quietly groaning somewhere in the back of his throat. âWhere did I put my penâŚâ
Viktor eventually finds it right behind his water bottle on the table, tossing the both of them into his bag, shutting it tightly. You expect him to wheel himself over to the ramp that leads to the exit, but he just hangs his head, massaging at his temples again, before he looks at you.
âActually, Iâd like it if you went to my office and got me a silver tin box in the⌠fourth drawer on the left side of my desk. Do you have the key with you, or should I give you mine?â
âI have it. Iâll be quick.â
âThank you.â
And you deliver on your promise. You donât run, but you power walk there, and youâre back with (hopefully the right) tin box in the same lecture hall before his break ends.
Viktor takes it from you gladly, popping it open. It contains two foils of painkillers, one already half empty, a small ziploc bag of⌠gummies, and at the very bottom, some dark chocolate.Â
You must have pulled a bit of a face at the contents â particularly the gummies â because Viktor cocks a brow at you, before he faintly chuckles under his breath and pops three painkillers in one go.
After depositing the foil back in the box, he fishes out the dark chocolate bar. It looks to be the expensive kind, something Belgian â Viktor breaks off a piece, putting it in his mouth, before he holds it out to you.
âPeace offering,â he clarifies when you hesitate.Â
Youâd be a fool to turn him down. You take some â itâs rich, buttery, and melts on your tongue. It coats your mouth with its taste, dark and aromatic and unfortunately not as sweet as you thought Viktor preferred. Heâd always favored the almost disgustingly sugary cakes.
âDidnât think youâd like something so bitter,â you say.
âI do not. It sometimes helps with my migraines,â he tells you. âSugar makes them worse. A very⌠devastating discovery to make, as Iâm sure you can imagine.â
You wonder if right now is the right time to be curious â and you decide it might be.
âDo the migraines also affect your leg? Or the other way around?âÂ
âNo.â Viktor shakes his head, popping off another piece of dark chocolate. âThis,â he gestures at himself, the wheelchair, âwas just a very unfortunate⌠overlapping.â
âOh.â You grimace in sympathy. âFun.â
âA punishment for it, more like.âÂ
Whatâs that supposed to mean?
âLetâs hope my migraine eases up on me throughout this lecture.â He smiles at you â and for the first time youâve known him, he looks old doing it. Exhausted. The face of a man whoâs seen enough hardship for a lifetime, but has yet to cave under it.Â
You wish you could hold him. You wish you could melt it away, kiss it better, love it better. Whatever heâd let you.
You surprise both him and yourself when you lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and let your thumb rub a small circle over the wool.Â
Though he flinches at the first contact, once something in his brilliant mind unfurls and settles, so does he. Through the cracks, tenderness shines under the fatigue. Viktor can be soft â in spite of everything im his body and his past that protests against it. âThank you.â
You take your hand away sooner than youâd like â but at the ideal time to keep it from being anything more than a friendly touch.
âIâm glad I could help,â you say.
â
Viktor isnât there at all next week.Â
You come in on Monday to find his office empty during lunch break, and when you attend his lecture, itâs another professor from his department teaching it. The students donât seem all too excited about the change either â and you leave before it even starts.
Heimerdinger is none the wiser about Viktorâs situation when you talk to him â in spite of their shared history. He simply tells you heâd taken the week off and had arranged for substitutes.
You consider messaging him⌠and ultimately end up doing so, after some internal debate. You simply text him to get well soon and that you hope heâs getting some well-deserved rest. He replies with just a plain thank you.
Tuesday is quiet. You receive a stack of midterms you need to get through from the substitute, and you do, by Thursday morning. Which is when Heimerdinger messages you.
Dr. Prof. Cecil B Heimerdinger
Good morning! Iâm well aware this is on very short notice â but the substitute professor has unfortunately suffered a minor car accident. Not to worry; they only sustained small njury. However, I am finding myself forced to task you with Viktorâs lectures today. Do you think you could take care of that? Thank you.
-Cecil B. Heimerdinger
9:32
Just the thing you needed â teaching two full lectures, entirely unprepared.
Alright. Youâve got this. Youâve got this. You just need to find out whatâs even on the agenda for today. You could text Viktor, right? If he answers on time, that is⌠heâs sick, he might as well be asleep right now. You could call, but⌠he said only to do that in the case of an emergency when he gave you his phone number.Â
Would this count as an emergency?
Your phone beeps.
Dr. Prof. Viktor Sidorov-Svoboda
There should be a black flash drive in the third drawer on the left in my desk. It has all my lectures.
9:34
Todayâs topic is LHC segments naturally occurring in unstabilized gems. Feel free to use my work laptop to familiarize yourself with the presentation before the lecture.
9:35
Me
Thank you so much!Â
9:35
His answer comes a few minutes later, just as you fish the flash drive out of his drawer, and plug it into his laptop.
Dr. Prof. Viktor Sidorov-Svoboda
Good luck đÂ
9:42
It would be a lot easier to get caught up in the desire to snoop around on his laptop if you didnât have less than 20 minutes left until the lecture. His background is disappointingly the default image, but some of his folders look undeniably tempting â not just the scientific ones, which take up most of the space. Thereâs some photo albums titled with the year and location: Germany 2011, Czech Republic 2009, among many others. Thereâs also a photo album titled Persichka.Â
Who is that?Â
You almost click it. But then you check your watch again and realize you only have 15 more minutes until the lecture, and decide against it.
â
For how utterly unprepared you are, it goes surprisingly well. You stumble, once or twice, but youâre glad to see that even by the end of the lecture, you still have most studentsâ attention.
After you dismiss the class, you donât expect questions. But a good handful of them, a little under ten, approach your desk, whispering among themselves, before a hastily appointed representative emerges.Â
âWe were just wondering,â she awkwardly begins, âif professor Sidorov-Svoboda is alright. And when heâs coming back.â
âOh.â You hope theyâre asking because they understandably prefer him, and not because you did a particularly shabby job. âHe texted me just today â heâs doing alright. But I canât give you an exact estimate for when heâs coming back just yet.â
âOkay. Thank you.â
With that, all of them turn to go. After the last student has left the room, you reach for your phone, and pray you donât see any other day-altering messages today.Â
Dr. Prof. Viktor Sidorov-Svoboda
I did not mean for you to have to do this.Â
10:11
You unlock your phone and jump straight into the chat.
Me
Donât worry, itâs alright. I handled it :)
12:02
Dr. Prof. Viktor Sidorov-Svoboda
I knew you could.
12:02
Thank you.
12:02
Me
Focus on resting up and getting well soon!Â
12:03
Dr. Prof. Viktor Sidorov-Svoboda
I have been. I actually feel well enough for company now. Coincidentally, Iâve gotten some ideas for your thesis and I would like it if we discussed them sometime. Would you be free this weekend?
12:05Â
He wants to meet? Outside of the university? Undoubtedly for academic purposes still, but your heart squeezes and bounces and pops with the implications.Â
No. You shouldnât let yourself hope for more than just a few formal, at best friendly hours spent together.
Viktor doesnât want you. He would never want you â he knows better. You know better.
Me
Iâd like that! Saturday works for me. Where would you like to meet?
12:05
Dr. Prof. Viktor Sidorov-Svoboda
If youâd prefer somewhere on academy grounds like my office or the coffee shop, either would be fine.
12:06
My apartment is also an option.
12:06
The choice is obvious.
#viktor arcane#viktor arcane x reader#arcane viktor x reader#arcane viktor#viktor arcane x you#reader insert#my writing
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Hi hope you are having a good day
I wanted to know what would it be like if, Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy had a female s/o that was basically like inosuke from demon slayer, they are a bit dumb but will pick a fight with everyone, and they only wear a bandaged top with like shorts or smt.
You guys have been asking me lots of questions and making me feel loved so here is this!!! (And maybe more spicy things to come later this week đ)
Characters: female reader x Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy Wordcount: 850 CW: the last bullet point in all of them that are a little spicy
Sheâs Kinda Stupid, butâŚ
Mihawk
This man is literally so tired. Heâs so tired.Â
Will very often say things like âI didnât know I was in charge of three children.â (yes Perona and Zoro are his CHILDREN okay) or âAre you acting your age today, or are we pretending youâre six years old again?â or âIâve met dogs more behaved than you.â (itâs all coming from a place of love and he knows you won't take offense because you donât take offense to anything)
Youâre a brat and he knows it (and loves it). He loves you but god you are so much work when the two of you are out in public. He feels like he canât take his eyes off you or youâll end up in a fight with some random guy because he looked at you funny.Â
Most of the time he doesnât acknowledge your shenanigans. When you fight with someone, heâll grab your wrist and physically pull you away from them, usually with some kind of snide remark.Â
Sometimes youâre justified, though. And when that happens, he gives the guy who wronged you five seconds to apologize before he sets you loose. Most of the time the guy sees Mihawk and apologizes, but the swordsman secretly hopes the guy won't apologize. And on the few occasions they don't apologize, he smirks as he releases you.Â
He always has to pull you off the guy because you just don't know when to stop. In all truthfulness, it kind of gets him hot and bothered, but he always pretends to be irritated. âYouâre psychotic. Do I need to teach you how to behave?â he scolds, his gold eyes scanning your body. âI can think of a few ways to get you to listen.â
Shanks
Shanks adores you. Cheers you on. Loves watching you cause absolute chaos. Why? Because you are him without a conscience.Â
Shanks knows when he needs to flip the switch from polite to fight, but you donât. You are always at 100%, your most authentic self 24/7. And he absolutely adores that about you. Even if that means that sometimes you take it a bit too far.Â
Sometimes Shanks will even use your emotions to his advantage. âCan you believe that guy just did that?!â or âTalk about rude!â knowing full well youâre ready to throw down whoever wronged you or him.Â
The absolute only time that Shanks will stop you from fighting someone is when you all are in a building. Heâs had to pay SO MANY owners back for you destroying glassware and furniture and plenty of other damaged goods. You learned pretty quickly that the first words out of your mouth should be âWanna take this outside?!â because if you were outside then Shanks didnât stop you.Â
The first few fights, he watched carefully, making sure he would be able to jump in if he needed to. The next couple of fights, he watched you with an amused look, excited to see how you were going to beat up the guy (and just to make sure you would win). Nowadays, he doesnât even feel the need to go outside with you, but sometimes he does just to cheer you on.Â
After your victory, he always rewards you with a bunch of kisses and sings your praises. He pulls you onto his lap at the bar, making sure everyone knows you're his. âYou did so well. I loved how you stomped that guy into the dirt,â heâll coo, dotting kissing across your neck. âHow about later I show you just how proud I am of you, okay?â
Buggy
You never cease in stressing this man out. He is always on high alert now because of you.Â
Stealth missions? Forget it. Normal day in town? Absolutely not. He BEGS you to be a normal human being in public. To have an ounce of self preservation. But you cannot comprehend that. People who talk shit deserve to get hit.
He is constantly running after you, screaming at you to stop fighting people for no reason. Sometimes heâll even jump in front of your punches to try and de-escalate it (which of course doesnât work and results in you just punching him in the face). You donât even feel bad, you just scream at him to get out of the way and beat up the other guy even more since he made you hurt your boyfriend.
If anyone makes fun of him, he doesnât even have a chance to scream at them anymore. Youâre already pounding their face into the ground. And every time you do, he falls in love with you a little bit more.Â
âThatâs right, thatâs my baby!â he screams, watching you smugly walk away from some guyâs beaten body. âLetâs go celebrate, you can do whatever you want.â He grabs your hand, practically pulling you back to the ship.
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I'm pulling this out because this shit is funny as hell hold on
Merry and Pippin (2 in 1) actual hijinks and shenanigans of mutual stumbling over each other's first times. Bonus points if they are hours apart. Pippin finds Merry rolling in the hay in the morning, decides he wants in on this and doesn't want to be outdone, finds himself a willing partner, and Merry interrupts them by accident. Comedy gold.
I don't view Frodo as someone interested in sex (boos and hisses from the Sam/Frodo crowd) however Sam I think would similarly be Frodo opening the door to their shared living space after the quest and Sam's, err, "helping" Rosie in the kitchen. Sam stutters an apology, Rosie starts trying to explain, and meanwhile Frodo's just like "really? where we eat???"
Blink and you'll miss it moment between Legolas and Gimli OR the most intense, drawn out, intimate yet tasteful scene with a bonus at the end where Gimli goes "wait wym we're elf-married now". Probably in Rohan, after the drinking contest.
I'm choosing to believe that the scene between Arwen and Aragorn in Rivendell before he left, where she's wearing a mostly translucent shift and he is in a state of far more undress than we've seen him prior and ever seen him again, is a post-sex scene. So just put it there.
There is not a single person who will ever be able to convince me that Boromir did not get mad pussy in Gondor. The same goes for Faramir, who was loved by all except their father.
Gandalf, also, is not a sexual being to me. But with PJ's insistence on highlighting Gandalf's relationship to both Galadriel and Celeborn, I would believe him to be a third in whatever dynamic suits them.. Maybe he and Galadriel have telepathic elf magic ring sex and Celeborn is just like "yeah sure that's fine w/e". This is movie-canon only, of course.
Bilbo also- reclusive, kept to himself, constantly wandering the wilds alone or with Gandalf? Either he and Gandalf are regularly FWB adventure buddies or they're just plain uninterested in the whole deal.
I'm of two minds with Smeagol. On one hand there is great comedy gold with the little fucked up loincloth man and on the other hand there is so much tragedy to his character that I can't decide if it would be funnier to have him still have sexual desires or if it would be sadder to take him at his word when he states that he lost all desire and interest and pleasure in everything except the Ring. Perhaps he attempted to have sex with another Stoor early on in his possession of the Ring, before he was chased away. Maybe someone he had been trying to court, before the murder of Deagol and the subsequent chained events of consequences.
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can't resist | lyb (m.)
pairing ⢠felix x reader
summary ⢠felix really only entered the bathroom to retrieve his camera but you're even more tempting than he anticipated.
rating & word count ⢠2.3k | 18+ (minors gtfo)
genre/au ⢠smut, fluff, idk what they are đ¤
warnings/content ⢠teasing, cursing, petnames, groping, hair pulling, breast play, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror shenanigans, the camera and the rings are involved ig
theme song ⢠the boy is mine - ariana grande
a/n: yeah the title speaks for itself on what iâm still going through rn lmao you see his hold on me? it's fucking insane like how dare he fr i have not recovered from those ig stories fawk and i don't think i'll ever be
âtake photos with me?â
you ask Felix fondly when he is about to open the door. it made him pause a bit, weighing how much time he had since you could take a while with this.
heâs not really in a hurry since the others are still getting their makeup done. good thing that he luckily went first so heâs got time to look for his special camera that he possibly misplaced earlier.
the other boys said no when Felix asked if they'd seen it but he's sure he left it somewhere so that only leaves you. he knew that youâd stay in the spare room to get ready and avoid suspicion from other gala goers so he wasnât that surprised where he found it.
he entered the bathroom where he found you standing in front of the vanity while taking selfies from your phone. then youâre scrolling to look through the selcas you took so he kinda expected that youâd use his camera already but you haven't.
that's one of the reasons why you take the longest in the bathroom anyway, having the habit of taking pictures when the lighting's to your liking.
so why haven't you?
maybe you want him to take pictures of you instead which he'd happily do. smiling brightly at you, Felix nods as he closes the door. he really can't say no to you and he never has unless he had to. how could he even right now when your eyes sparkle at him like that?
there would be a final fitting later but he couldnât resist your request.
.
a smile graces your lips when you see Felix approaching your form, standing behind you so you start taking pics of you both. your ivory-coloured bathrobe contrasts his so itâs a perfect combination. well, couple trends are usually matching but you like it this way. he matches your poses the way you instructed.
you feel Felix's right hand on your hip, holding you like he's done many times before. his other hand's still holding the camera that you've been focusing your attention on. you wanted to use it earlier but it would be better with Felix so you decided not to.
bringing your attention back to him, it's then you notice through the mirror how his eyes have been lingering around your sternum.
"lix?"
"hmm?" he answers, his gold-ringed hand absentmindedly squeezing your hip. you smile at how cute he is.
"look at the camera baby" a small chuckle leaves you when get flustered at being caught ogling you.
right the camera. what the hell is he thinking? you took a picture from your phone and Felix leaned in for a final pose. he thought that was it but you suddenly took his camera from his hand, placing it on the glass table beside the sink.
âwe havenât taken photos on your camera yetâ you drawl, eyes looking so fascinated while looking at the camera.
âoh yeah, do you want it now?â
his hand reaches for the camera but you stop him, taking his hand instead in yours so he ends up putting his arm around you while you snap another picture.
you lean back and nuzzle Felix, allowing you to feel more of his body against yours. he freezes momentarily and the small gasp that escaped from him didn't miss your ears so you leaned back further, your ass brushing against something hard.
oh.
your planâs been doing well it seems.
"y/n, fuck, donât do this to me please"
he knows what you're on now, his breath increasing the more you grind back on him like you didn't hear what he just said.
"hmm?" you faux your concern, making it look like you're just trying to find a good position while still clutching your phone but of course, Felix knows better.
"not right now baby" he pleads again as his body betrays him. it didn't help that your bathrobe seems to be loosening more now too, allowing him to look at your perky nipples that are peeking from it.
you place your phone by the mirror while Felix's distracted by the sight of your boobs. you pondered if you wanna record or not but relented, sparing him with your cheeky antics this time.
pulling down his veiny hand that you're still holding, you cup your left breast with it and he squeezes out of instinct, causing you to moan shamelessly in return.
his other hand travels from your hip upwards after, pulling the robe sideways, revealing your other breast to his hungry eyes. you watch him lean in to kiss your neck from the mirror's reflection then remember that heâs got makeup on.
âlix your makeup..â
his lips were almost touching the skin when your reminder stopped him. he curses internally out of frustration because you're right. there might not be enough time later to redo his makeup so he really gotta be mindful of it.
you felt Felix straighten up, shaking his head a bit to focus. you were about to tease him but both his ringed hands are now on your bare tits, kneading and squeezing knowing how much you like the sensation of those cold rings against your warm skin.
"wish i could fuck you baby" he whispers needily, voice going deeper than it already is as he grinds his dick more against your covered ass.
"what's stopping you?" you whine, clearly so stimulated with all the stimulation from his touches and the sound of his voice.
well, nothing really is so Felix obliges and turns you around to face him. his beauty knocks your breath once again, his blonde hair in a new braid complimenting a lot with the structure of his ethereal face.
"you're so pretty you know.."
a shy smile breaks out on Felix's face at your remark, more so when your hand reaches out to tuck a few strands of his hair by his ear. you scan his face until you catch his eyes, immediately seeing the lust swimming in them with his pupils already dilating.
you prop your body by the sink and shrug off your bathrobe, causing Felix's eyes to widen as he scans your naked body.
âyouâre much prettier loveâ
he wants to kiss you so bad, shower every part of your body with his lips but he can't. he's thinking if he should just face any scolding later since you can probably help him in the department.
you smile warmly at Felix, heart fluttering at his words but you've noticed how much heâs been holding back so you begin caressing his bare chest to return his attention to you.
teasing him crosses your mind cause you love seeing him flustered, looking so cute with the pink dusting over those lovely freckles that you cherish.
"should i mark you here lixie?" you start and the look on his face changes, a slight panic emerging in his eyes at your suggestion.
the galaâs an important event for him and his friends and even if you happen to leave a mark somewhere where itâs covered under his fit later, he canât risk other people seeing it by accident and possibly getting the both of you in trouble.
âkidding babyâ you left a tender kiss on his soft skin to ease him, reeling at his deep sigh of relief from it.
you canât possibly do that to Felix no matter how much you want to. besides, youâd have more time after anyway so youâll just make sure to make him feel better right now to make up for all the teasing that you've put him through.
your hands continue to roam around his toned chest, fingers brushing his nipples but you instead play with the pendant of his necklace. he hums deeply, pushing his body closer to yours so you wonât forget how hard heâs been.
poor baby.
he sighs in relief once you finally untie his navy blue bathrobe, the rest of his body naked body now exposed to your eyes. you know he's been dying to fuck you so your hands continue their journey from his chest down to his abs until they reach his swollen dick.
itâs leaking so much already and you want him in your mouth but you donât have much time.
âhelp me love? itâs your fault anywaysâ he chuckles deeply but the laughter leaves him once you grabbed his thick cock, pumping it at once to spread his precum around.
âof course baby, iâd love toâ you pepper Felixâs bare chest with light kisses, basking on his deep moans that are increasing in volume the faster you stroke his cock.
his hands hurriedly untie your bathrobe, parting your legs so he can finally fuck you. he's so close already and hasn't pleasured you much yet, something that he hates each time you have sex because of his lack of self-control.
after Felix tests your pussy with his thick finger, he positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in right away.
soft moans emit from you both once he fills you to the brim. you love the stretch of being full from Felix but you also know how it affects him a lot, his eyes shutting at how wet and warm you feel around him.
he didn't mean to roll his hips before making sure that you've adjusted to his cock but he just couldn't stop. you didn't try either, closing your legs around his waist instead, your hand holding onto his arms for balance.
"b-baby, i won't last long" he breathes out, struggling to contain himself as he continues to fuck you. he opens his eyes and now theyâre fixed on your face, looking so tranced as he leans in again.
but before he gave in to kissing you, your hand was quick to pull his long hair.
"no baby.." you gasp out as you do which Felix responds to with a deep whine. he's already so immersed in fucking you, ringed hands gripping your waist so hard that you're not gonna be surprised if you find any bruises there later.
he groans in protest and you tut, though a sharp thrust coaxes a choked moan from you when Felix finds that soft spot and focuses his aim there.Â
âdonât wanna..ruin..your makeup..â it's light really, too subtle that you doubt anyone would even notice if itâs smudged but you don't want the both of you to get scolded later.
you're still in your right mind to stay grounded but your brain's getting cloudier when Felix continues to hit it once your back starts arching.
"fuck i hate this" he groans in frustration that he can't even kiss you. at least he'd been doing a great job so far, you look so pretty moaning his name with your hands clawing at his arms because the pleasure's becoming too much.
but Felix knows that you're also determined to not keep him here any longer.
âlater hmm? want you to cum right now okay?â he shakes his head so cutely, doe eyes staring at you that your resolve almost broke.
âyou firstâ he whines and fastens his pace, focusing on getting himself together to make sure you cum before him. you're a lot better than him when it comes to self-control but he's trying, he's been trying so hard even with your constant clenching around his cock.
his hand leaves your back to rub your clit and it took a few circles before you unravel before him. he follows your suit not long after, filling you with so much cum. your legs pull his body closer and you hug him as you both ride out your high.
smiling against Felix's bare chest, your hands are nonstop caressing his body and he honestly finds it cute. heâs smiling down at you as he runs his hand through your back to calm you down.
after a few seconds, he grabs the wet wipes from the glass table to wipe his hand before taking his special camera to take a picture of you both. your naked body against his looks amazing from this angle, even more so when you turned back to the mirror with a sly grin while laying your head against his chest.
you're both still breathless when someone's suddenly banging against the door, breaking the silence between your and Felix's exchanged breaths.
he pulls out of you quickly, causing you to whine at the lost feeling. but you didnât get to process much when he quickly handed you a few wet wipes so you could clean up and face whoever was behind the door.
"open the door you two" the voice belonging to Chan echoes and it's strangely calm so you and Felix exchange a panicked look before hastily putting your bathrobes back on.
the door opens and a very stressed-looking Chan is looking at you both in defeat. heâs dressed already so you even feel worse for keeping Felix too long.
âcome on, let's redo his makeupâ
he breaks the silence when no one's saying a word. he does kinda sound stressed but you've done your best to not smudge anything on Felix's face so everything should be fine.
"no need oppa, look at him, still so flawlessâ you confidently smile at him and Felix just shies away both from your lovely compliment and embarrassment at Chan scrutinizing him.
the latter looks skeptical until he surveys Felixâs face before sighing in relief to find that his little brother's face looks untouched, with Felix just looking like heâs sweating normally so he didn't have to explain anything to the makeup artist.
your fingers are tracing Felix's embroidered name on his bathrobe when Chan shifts his eyes on you. he gives you a pointed look and now Felix is the one smiling in mischief.
"weâll see you later princess"
e/n: this turned softer than i intended oml i just love him sm. i might also do another fic based on this met look of his, something of him being a fairie prince + the theme of the gala since the whole thing pissed me off sm lmao
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My and my 2 straight friends are doing a watch party for the spooky season. We try to find some movies generally unheard of, doesn't mean they are always good tho. I wondered if you had any idea to spice up 3 gamer's night, and maybe more. And I think this is deserving of a trick.
So, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that, unless something changes soon, no one is going to go to your watch party. You and your two friends you planned it with, Liam and Tyler, are the only three who show up, and the party will be a complete flop. Itâs not as bad as it sounds though. You three have a great night, watching bad movies, playing video games, making inside jokes and eating junk food and candy. It was a little embarrassing that no one else came, but all in all it wasnât a bad night.
The good news is that itâs not too late. Your night doesnât have to be just ânot a bad night.â You asked for something to spice up the night, and Iâm going to give it to you.Â
I did a little research into you and your friends before I sent this out. No offense, but you guys are kind of movie snobs. Itâs not unexpected that youâre intense about movies, given that youâre all film students, itâs just that you take it a bit too far. You guys donât mean to, but you tend to pick apart and criticize movies people like until you take all the fun out of it, only to then rave about bad movies because to you they were so bad it was hilarious. That's the main reason everyone skipped out on your watch party, because they knew youâd pick unusual, and sometimes bad, movies. So the best way to fix your problem? If your movie choices are driving people away, put on something else! I know it sounds awful to you. Putting on something else to bring people in means putting on some dumb, overplayed mainstream movie youâd have to suffer through the entire night. Watching some overhyped dumb cash grab just to make your watch part more popular doesnât just sound shallow, it sounds unbearable. But youâre going to have to trust me on this. This movie isnât popular, itâs not that good, and it will change your life. âBrad, Chad, and Vladâ Isnât a movie most people have heard of. No one in your school's film department will probably have heard anything about it. Itâs an 80âs Halloween comedy about two frat boys, Brad and Chad, who accidentally awaken a vampire, Vlad, and end up getting into a bunch of college shenanigans with the ancient bloodsucker. Thereâs even a classic 80âs makeover scene where the vampire gets a frat boy makeover. As you, Liam and Tyler watch the movie, just to check it out before the party, you can help but laugh at how cheesy the whole thing is! Itâs like if a frat boy tried to make a scary movie, and somehow hit comedy gold. As the movie continues, you start to find some of this stuff⌠honestly funny. The part where Vlad uses his powers to scare a bunch of nerds made you and your friends laugh loudly, and the storyline about Brad and Chad almost getting kicked off the football team was strangely⌠relatable? You actually felt for the two dumb jocks, and cheered as they beat the nerdy chemistry club slash dark magic cult and freed Vlad from his curse. As the three friends, now all able to be together in the sunlight, flex their muscles cockily for their sorority girl love interest, you and your bros Lee and Ty couldnât help but flex too, celebrating the movie's end with your solid meaty muscles shining in the light of the TV.
You and your best bros had fucking loved the movie, and you knew the rest of the frat would love to see it. You had found the perfect movie for the party, which was great considering the 3 of you knew nothing about movies. The three bisexual sports majors barely knew how to take a good enough video for their shared OnlyFans. Not that it mattered. People didnât pay to watch you three fuck for the camera quality.
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How do you think Gojo spoils his partner? Gifts, affection, anything they want?
Dating Gojo will include:
⼽ an: I decided to make this request or maybe a head-cannon? I dunno, I think my answer will get through a bit easier. I'm also scratching the surface here. It'll include so much more. ᥣđŠ
⼽ incls: S.Gojo,ᥣđŠ.
á° incls cursing. 18+ MDNI
I have mentioned this before: He is a crazy strong sorcerer with unlimited abilities. If you've seen the show, you'd know he teases people who are of a lower rank than himâessentially everyone.
He does tease you... a lot. He loves to play pranks on you, from a tack in your chair to a random picture of a penis in your pocket he drew for you personally. (He may include poor Megumi in his shenanigans...) Satrou's childhood was shredded the second he was born. Before he could even walk, he had a bounty and was a target.
He didn't have much of a childhood. From training too perfect the six-eyes to constantly being the strongest and beholding that said standard. So, with this...when you two go on a date, the dates may be more on the childish side. Maybe a date to an amusement park, the circus, or something along those lines. He's a cannon gamer, so there's a chance he'd take you to a gaming cafe or an arcade. You will never have to pay for anything. Every date will be covered completely by him, him alone. When it comes to you, money doesn't matter to him, your happiness does. Mall dates are his favorite, going window shopping alone gives him a rush and dumps on his savior ego.
He watches you precisely, checking your body language because he knows when something has caught your attention. Before you can even ask to go into the store, he leads you right inside and sits by the dressing room. He loves watching you wear things. He enjoys seeing the boost of confidence it gives you, how you spin and strike a pose in the mirror, accepting that said item looks good on you before you ask for his opinion. Satoru is an honest man, if something looks bad on you, he'd tell you flat out. He scrunches up and shakes his head, holding his nose as if it stinks or something childishly along the lines. When something looks fantastic on you, It's purchased immediately. He sees into the dressing room with his six eyes, knowing good and well it looks good and already buying it before you can attempt to buy it yourself.
Now, Your Amazon wishlist? Brought.
He did that when you two were simply dating, before even being official.
He found your Amazon wishlist one night and purchased everything.
Imagine your surprise to have packages keep coming to your place back to back for either a week or close to a year.
Car issues? Gone.
The second your car starts to give you issues, he buys you a new one. Make it easier for him and point to a car that you'd like to have..' one day'. I'd like to mention trips as well. You don't go to Kyoto, but you go everywhere else. Paris, France. Seoul, South Korea. (Briefly) New York City, USA. London, England.
Places you've heard of and some you haven't. All you'd never ever imagine yourself going to.
He's your white knight that saves you from the darkness of the world.
If you've got a sweet tooth, you've got bonus points too.
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Alright, Imma rip off the bandaid here. I'm a believer that Gojo would date someone who's slightly bigger than him, someone's a fan of sweets just like him. He practically needs it to just..exist. Unless you've got a strict diet or high metabolism, You're gonna gain weight around him while he's a lanky man. He also fancies things with you that you'd be surprised he'd want.
He wants to fuck you on a moutain of money, seeing the dollars cling to your sweaty skin.
He also wishes to fuck you on a bunch of gold. Bricks, coins, and more...he wants to see your blissful reflection on a brick of gold, pleading for more. The next thing? He wants to fuck you with candy around! Those candy bikinis or gummy panties? He wants you in it the second he sees it.
Chocolate syrup, gummy syrup or caramel.The taste of you is sweetened by the taste of candy. There's nothing better to him. Gojo has a high libido and stamina. He goes for hours and maybe longer, he gives you his all...showing you just how powerful he is to you. You think it's over...just for him to come back for more. Your body is his ultimate addiction. He uses sweets to keep him powerful and his mind sharp...but you? You are the best sweet in his life.
Just know, even with the strongest you get to experience, very few get to see...and that's when he's the weakest. After the sun is in the sky, peeking through the curtains of his expensive penthouse in the massive city. You see just how adorable he is...and admire him for just a little while.
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can I request some silly shenanigans with Leo Valdez x Daughter of Hermes reader?? Or really any of the Riordanverse boys (EXCEPT LUKE BECAUSE SIBLINGS)
â prank book! ęŁŕ§â§âË.
warnings: none just silly fluff! pairing: leo valdez x daughter of hermes a/n: this photo from pinterest is where the inspo came from!
âmy brothers showed me this. Itâs their prank book, itâs like a gold mineâ
you open up a binder filled to the brims with pages written completely with black pen. leoâs eyes scan the pages, searching for his next mischievous plan, but youâre quick to shut it before he gets too much information
âdo you really think I would let you read this? Itâs sacred and strictly only for the eyes of hermes cabin. however I could one I think you would like and I want to execute itâ
you open the book back up and flip through the pages until you find one. thereâs a photo of a hair clip and you know exactly that it had been yours before the stolls got their hands on it. you roll your eyes and take it out to show leo
âwhat the fuck is that?â
âItâs my old hair clip. looks like a spider doesnât it?â
âthis is youâre âawesome prankâ you were raving about?â
âathena cabin, hello! theyâll totally have a heart attack, câmon I know where to find thisâ
you stand up from your bed and walk over to travisâ nightstand drawer where you find your hair clip sitting inside. leo walks over to you and takes it from your grasp
âso what are we gonna do with this?â
âhide it in cabin six then get an athena kid to find it. super simple stuffâ
âwell, letâs do thisâ
you hurry out of cabin eleven, and luckily, all the campers should have been at lunch by now so cabin six was empty for the time being. you sneakily walk inside with leo following close behind
âwhoâs bed should we put this on?â you whisper
âoh, annabeth, definitely. yesterday she was trying to prove me wrong and-â
you walk away before he has the chance to finish his nonsense story. you place the clip perfectly into a spider-like position on her pillow. you smile proudly and stand back to admire your work
âwhat do we do now?â
âwe wait and hideâ
you grab leoâs hand and drag him to sit on the side of one of the beds to wait for your victim to arrive back at the cabin. for fifteen minutes you wait, until finally your eye catches on a head of blond hair walking in. you clamp your hand over leoâs mouth and with your other making a shushing motion to tell him to be fucking quiet!
and he obeys your movements, silently watching as annabeth picks up a notebook and sits down on her bed. leo removes your hand from his mouth and whispers, âshe doesnât notice itâ
you cover his mouth again. âwell, wait a damn minute!â
he pouts and continues watching. and finally, annabeth turns herself to the side to grab a colored pen, but presumably in the corner of her eye she sees the spider looking hair clip, she screams and jumps up from her bed. you and leo burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and when the blond girl sees you both youâre in for a unpleasant awakening
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you two?!â
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