#i saw him come in last night and immediately saved him to set as my disc status

[the-composer]

Can I offer you a nice egg in this trying time?

i hope it’s okay that i am literally going to use this lil lil guy everywhere

[avatar-anna]

Where It All Began

Hockey Player! Harry x Figure Skater! Reader

i had this finished hours ago and then tumblr didn't save it and i wanted to throw my phone out a window.

also, i don't write smut so if it's bad say nothing 🫣

When you saw Harry on the other side of your open door, you immediately slammed it shut in his face.

"Oh, come on, princess, don't be like that!"

"Go away!" you groaned loud enough that he could hear through the door.

Harry did not go away. His head thudded against the door instead. You could almost picture his forehead pressed against it, small pout on his lips for not getting his way.

"Are you really going to ignore me? After everything we've been through together?"

No. "Yes. And stop calling me princess!" you said, a little louder this time.

"I know you love it," Harry said. "You had quite a different reaction when I said it last week. A week, princess. How long are you gonna keep me in agony here?"

The night in question was one you'd been trying and failing to forget. It was a slip, a lapse in judgement, something you didn't think about carefully before doing it, and now look at where you were. Harry had been trying to talk to you, both discreetly and not so discreetly ever since, but you'd given him the cold shoulder, for no other reason than if you stayed too long in his presence you might've slipped again.

Hooking up with your mortal enemy was a horrible idea, one you were now paying dearly for.

With a scoff, you said through the door, "Don't act like half the school isn't lined up to sleep with you. Go be with one of them."

It was one of the reasons why you tried to stay away from Harry. You didn't judge him for his alleged sexual prowess, but you wanted someone committed to you and only you. If you wanted someone, that is. Between your studies and figure skating, there was no room for relationships of any kind, especially not with arrogant hockey players. Especially not Harry Styles.

"You really want that to be it?" Harry asked, ignoring your comment. "I mean it was great, but a coat closet isn't conducive to showing off my best work. Come on, princess, let me show you some of my best work."

"Maybe I don't want to because it wasn't satisfying enough." Liar. You knew it, and he knew it too.

"The stains on my shirt from you squirting everywhere say otherwise," he said, and your cheeks heated immediately. You could hear the smirk in his voice, the satisfaction in it as he remembered how you came on his fingers. It made your core pulse, but you mentally scolded yourself.

"Nothing to say to that, huh? I thought so," he said. "I can't help it now that I'm hooked, Y/n. I need that everywhere. Can you imagine riding me when you do that? Or sitting on my face? God please sit on my—"

You finally opened the door and yanked Harry inside before slamming it shut again. "Keep your voice down!" you hissed.

If you weren't so annoyed with him, you would've noticed Harry was looking at you with hearts in his eyes, but it would be a long time before you realized he looked at you like that all the time.

But unfortunately, all you saw was his smirk, his dimples set deep in his cheeks as he looked you up and down. "It wouldn't have been a problem if you had just let me in in the first place. It's not my fault you need a physical barrier to keep yourself from throwing yourself at me."

"I—I did not throw myself at you!"

"You did, but that's okay. I liked it."

"You're infuriating!"

"And you're stubborn! And blind!"

"Blind? To what?"

With each word exchanged, Harry backed you up until your back hit your bed. There was nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide. It was either push him away or give in to him.

"Look at me, princess. I want to see those pretty eyes when I say this to you," he said, voice now hushed and gravelly now that he was in your room. You looked up, unable to ignore the command in his tone or the way it turned your insides molten.

"I want you, Y/n. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. Since—"

"Since?" you asked, curious why he stopped all of a sudden.

"Nevermind. The point is that I want you, and I know you want me. You can't tell me someone else has made you feel as good as I have."

No one had, and it was infuriating. You couldn't deny it, not when he was staring at you so intensely. So you fell back on your tried and true excuse. "I don't have time—"

"You think I have all sorts of free time?" Harry asked. "Both of our schedules are crazy, Y/n. All I'm asking is for you to give it a try."

"Give what a try? Sleeping together?"

Something shifted in Harry's expression, but it was back to his heated gaze before you could process it. "Yeah, princess. You need someone to take your frustrations out on? Take them out on me. Need a break from studying? I'm there. Just need someone to fuck you so hard that you forget how to think properly? Well, you saw what I did with just my fingers."

"So...just hooking up," you confirmed. "No dating."

"No dating," Harry agreed, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, the light touch sending shivers down your spine. "Just sex."

"And no one else can know," you managed to get out before finally giving in. Every cell in your body was screaming at you to kiss him, to tear his clothes off and taste him everywhere. But you had to say this first. "I don't want our friends weighing in or giving us a hard time."

"Might have to be really quiet sometimes, then. Think you can handle it?"

He was so self-assured. It was something that annoyed you to no end, but now made your pulse quicken. You were wet from the gravel in his voice alone, feeling it skitter along your skin and turning your core molten. You wanted him. It was time to stop denying yourself the pleasure he was promising you. But first, you needed to level the playing field a bit.

You kissed him, taking Harry by surprise but he was quick to recover. Shoving your hands in his hair, you threw off the baseball cap that always sat backwards on his head. He groaned against your mouth as you pulled at the roots, the sound going straight between your legs.

Hands were everywhere, and so was Harry's tongue. His mouth was on your neck, your jaw, your collar bones and chest. It was enough of a distraction to slip your hands to his waist, to flick off the button of his jeans and slide them down until they looked on the floor.

Harry stepped out of them with ease, following your lead as you turned until his back was against your bed. His eyes were heavy with lust, widening slightly as you got down on your knees and pulled his briefs down. You caught him in your hand, unable to stop yourself from licking your lips at the sight of him.

His cock was long and hard, the tip and angry shade of red, as if just blowing on it might send him over the edge. You did just that, curious to know the answer. Harry didn't come, but he made a strangled sound that made you smile. Looking up at him innocently, you finally asked him, "Can you?"

"Can I—Fuck. "Can I what, princess?"

You didn't answer right away, satisfied with making him wait. Satisfied with the moans and stuttered breaths and the harsh grip in your hair as you played with him.

Harry's cock was heavy in your mouth, and it took everything in you not to show how much you enjoyed sucking him off. Giving pleasure was something that got you off, but with him it was all dialed up. You could feel your underwear dampen as you took him further down your throat, your eyes watering as you bobbed back and forth.

Before he could hit the back of your throat, Harry's grip on your hair tightened and pulled you off him. Almost embarrassingly, you tried to reach him but he held you back.

"Can I what?" Harry repeated. His cheeks were flushed, and the look in his eyes promised a harsh throat fucking if you complied, so you did.

"Can you handle keeping your voice down too? From what I understand it doesn't seem like you can."

Harry chuckled like he was impressed, which pleased you in a way that it shouldn't have. You wanted to impress him all of a sudden. You wanted to please him.

"I guess we'll see. Get up on the bed."

You hesitated. As much as you wanted him inside you, you wanted him in your mouth more. You weren't finished yet. Or rather, Harry wasn't finished yet.

"What is it?" he asked.

You took him into your mouth again, losing yourself in the weight and feel of him on your tongue despite yourself. It was infuriating how much Harry turned you on despite how annoying he was. Mixed with your penchant for getting off and getting others off, you were a goner.

Harry's moans and the grip on your hair only fueled you. Your panties were nothing but a wet scrap of fabric at this point but you didn't care.

Before you could take him down the back of your throat, Harry pulled you off him again. In the fog of lust, you leaned for him involuntarily but he held you back.

Harry chuckled, his usual smirk not so irritating as it normally was. "A slut and a brat. I didn't know I was getting two for the price of one, but we'll work on that don't worry."

A flash of irritation came to the surface. "You're so—"

"Ah ah ah, let's get back to what you do best, yeah? If you wanna suck cock all day, by all means," Harry said, his voice so condescending you almost didn't want to, but your lust eventually won out.

You couldn't help it. You really did want him in your mouth.

"Fuck, there we go. I knew you couldn't resist for long."

"Shut up, you're ruining this for me."

"Sorry, princess, I'll let you focus. You can tap my thigh if it's too much. I have a feeling you might get carried away. Just had no idea you were such a slut for my cock."

You pinched Harry's leg instead as you worked your mouth further down his length. Hissing, he gripped your hair tight, a small warning to behave.

"What would all our friends say if they knew, huh? Everyone thinks you hate me, but in reality you can't go a whole week without my cock in you. That must really piss you off."

You breathed harshly through your nose, but Harry didn't miss that subtle squeeze of your thighs, proving him right. You could pretend all you wanted, he didn't seem to care one way or another. It probably satisfied him to no end to know that he got under your skin, that the focused, levelheaded good girl you appeared to be was a mere facade.

"You can't stand it, can you? And yet you're probably so fuckin' wet when I talk like this, huh? Dirty girl. My dirty girl. You look like a fucked out mess and you don't even care. I bet you even like it."

Harry pulled you off his cock, a small whimper leaving your swollen, drool covered lips. You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, too far gone to act like this wasn't exactly where you wanted to be.

"You look so cute," Harry cooed, gently wiping spit or precum from the corner of Y/n's mouth. That seemed to snap her out of her trance, and she swatted his hand away, reaching out for his length to finish him off. "Ah ah ah. I think I need to hear it first."

"Hear what?"

"How much you want this. How much you want me."

Y/n narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as she sat back on her heels, not saying a single word.

"You can sit there and bruise your knees, princess," Harry said, running a hand over his dick, smiling slightly as he watched her eyes track the movement. "Maybe I'll just come on your face and leave without getting you off. But something tells me you might like that."

Your pussy throbbed at the thought, the little traitor, though you were starting to feel like giving in was easier than resisting, no matter how much Harry might tease you for it after.

"I get off on pleasuring other people, sue me," you snapped, pointedly looking away from Harry and his ministrations.

"True," Harry agreed. "But that's not the whole truth. Come on, Y/n. You know I'll reward you for being a good girl, but if you take too long..."

Swiping his thumb over his tip, Harry leaned his head back and moaned. The veins in his neck bulged as the muscles in his stomach contracted. His whole body was flushed pink. He really was gonna come.

"Fine! Fine," you huffed barely looking in his eyes. "I—I want you."

"You can do better than that," Harry teased, still pumping his shaft lightly. "Touch yourself while you convince me. I want to see what that little pussy will tell me if you can't say it with your words."

Whimpering, you dipped your fingers beneath your panties, gasping as they grazed your clit as they made their way down to your slit. You were soaked, which wasn't news to you, but the sound of two fingers pumping in and out of you with ease told Harry enough.

"Please," you whimpered. "I want to finish you off. I want you, Harry. Please let me suck your cock."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harry said, grinning almost evilly. "Keep playing with yourself too. But don't fucking come. I told you where I wanted you to squirt and it won't be on the fucking floor."

You moaned as you finally took him into your mouth again. He was close, his hips bucking into you frenetically. You focused on the tip, swirling your tongue over it while your hands took care of the rest. It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. You lost yourself in the feel of him on your tongue, in the twinge of pain in your scalp as he kept a tight grip on your hair. You added a third finger to your throbbing pussy, moaning around Harry until it became too much.

"Come. Please come, Harry," you begged. "I'm so close and I—I can feel it."

Then, pulling your hand from your heat, you sucked at his tip, using the slickness of your hand to pump the rest of him before sliding back down his length. You could taste yourself on him, the sensation nearly sending you over the edge. Part of you wanted to know what Harry would do if you did come, if you disobeyed, but you figured there would be an opportunity for that. Right now, you wanted him, and you wanted to ride his face as reward for your hard work.

"God you're a fucking dream," Harry moaned, thrusting into your mouth after your little display.

He spilled into your mouth then, his cock twitching as you eagerly swallowed spurt after spurt of his cum. Harry cursed and moaned through it all, gently running a hand through your hair. You didn't want to let up, still in a trance as you tried to milk every possible bit out of him as possible.

"A slut in a good girl's clothes. Who knew," he said, chest rising rapidly as if he just did sprints on the ice.

Raising your brow, you licked your hand clean, keeping eye contact with him until he eventually brought you to your feet. Your legs were wobbly, but Harry steadied you. He kissed you hard, tongue thrusting into your mouth as if he was chasing the taste of your heat on your tongue. "If you wanted to get rid of me, you failed miserably, princess," he murmured onto your lips before hoisting you on your bed. You practically vibrated with anticipation, your pussy aching for his attention. It wouldn't take much to come since you were so close, but you figured your legs would be locked around Harry's head until he was ready to fuck you properly.

When Harry was situated on your bed the way he liked, he motioned for you to come closer. You crawled up the bed, stopping right before his face. His expression was eager as he helped you out of your shirt, his hands kneading your breasts appreciatively and tweaking your nipples until you moaned, moving your hips involuntarily.

"Don't or I swear to God I'm gonna come," you hissed, trying to hold your impending orgasm at bay.

"Hm. Another time then," Harry said. "Don't be gentle, okay? Make a mess out of me. Now move those panties to the side so I can get a good look at you.

It was the last intelligible thing either of you said for a while, you too lost in your own pleasure and Harry smothered in you, his hands guiding your hips and gripping your ass appreciatively. He moaned almost as much as you did, his tongue working over your slit, up to your clit, and down again over and over. You can rather quickly because of everything that happened before, your legs trembling as you tried to move off him. But he held you down, seating you on him once more.

"No."

"Harry, I—"

"No. You're not done coming yet. I need at least two more," he said before sticking two fingers into your hole and latching his lips around your clit.

He pumped at a bruising pace, sucking and flicking the tip of his tongue, driving tears to your eyes from the overstimulation. It was almost painful, but your hips bucked in time with Harry's fingers. And even though you'd never done it before in such quick succession, you could feel a second orgasm barreling through you. The pressure built and built, and all it took was the graze of Harry's teeth against your clit to send you over.

The pleasure was so intense you were pretty sure you blacked out. Harry's fingers didn't let up, curling into you and making you climax for the third time before you even finished your second.

You don't know if you screamed, you don't know if you stopped making sound altogether. All you knew was pure euphoria and the slide of Harry's tongue on your trembling thighs as he lapped up the messy aftermath of your two consecutive releases. His nose graze your clit, and you twitched, twitched, moaning or sobbing or begging, you couldn't tell.

"Okay, princess, time to lay down," Harry said.

You felt lighter than air as he laid you flat on your back. You were pretty sure you had pillows, but you couldn't recall how to ask. All you knew was the man beside you who knew how to make you c so hard you saw stars.

The same man kissed you before sliding off the bed and you reached for him, something you would never normally do. "Where—You—You're not staying with me?"

Harry's features softened as he kissed you again, this time on your cheek. "Gotta get you cleaned up. Gotta clean myself up for that matter. I'll be quick, I promise."

"Okay."

Harry was quick, just as he promised. A warm towel between your legs, your bed dipping, Harry's body wrapped around yours, the smell of his body wash comforting as it engulfed you—it all made your eyes heavy.

"Where are my pillows?" you finally asked, realizing you were using his arm as one instead.

"They, uh, took the brunt of your special talent, along with my face," he said, only slightly teasing.

"Sorry," you said, cheeks pinking.

"You'll never hear me complaining about that," Harry said, kissing your neck. "Might have to have that regularly. You've made an addict out of me."

You had enough energy to pinch the arm wrapped around you. "Pig."

"Go to sleep, princess. You're not you when you're high on orgasms, and I miss our verbal spats."

You didn't need to be told twice and fell asleep almost instantly. When you woke up, Harry and any and all traces of him were gone. Your pillows were back on the bed without their pillowcases. One glance at your hamper told you where Harry put them before he left.

Part of you didn't like that he left while you were asleep, but as the fog of sleep wore off and you fitted a shirt over your head, you told yourself it was for the best. Especially when a couple minutes later your roommate walked in.

"Hey, Y/n," she said as she set her backpack by her desk.

"Hey," you replied, stretching your arms high above your head before covering a yawn.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so tired in the middle of the day. Tough workout at the rink this morning?"

You couldn't help but grin, your afternoon with Harry replaying in your head. Despite the earth-shattering orgasms only a couple hours ago, you felt your core pulse at the memory.

"Yeah. Something like that."

[leclercstars]

ROCKSTAR [pt. 2]

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Things heat up in your hotel room after Lando and Oscar signed your tits at COTA. It’s okay to drunk text a celebrity… right?

Warnings: 18+ alcohol, sexting, masturbation implied

this one is so fun i cant even lie

You flopped lazily onto your hotel bed. It was almost 1, and you were basically hammered after spending the night in downtown Austin. You got plenty of wide-eyed stares when people noticed the famous signatures prominently displayed on your cleavage. You were still in shock about that whole situation- and it felt like a dream in your drunken haze

You opened your phone to give your best friend back home an update on your weekend- when you suddenly saw the unsaved number in your phone. Fuck. You had ACTUALLY forgotten about that part of your day. You groaned with exhaustion and confusion. What the hell were you supposed to do with Lando’s number? Especially after that comment he made about “saving the pictures for later”

Whatever. You could worry about that in the morning. The vodka sodas spilled all down the front of you coupled with the faded and smeared signatures had you looking like a wreck. You stumbled to the bathroom to get in the shower- hoping that would help you clear your head.

You stripped down and then turned to face the mirror- the signatures now even more visible in your nakedness. You were feeling bold.

“Finally about to wash you off of me lol” you texted Lando. You hastily set the phone face down on the counter- but it buzzed back at you almost immediately.

“Oh yeah? Let me get one last look before you do” Lando responded.

“Is he asking me for nudes right now? What in the actual fuck is my life,” you thought.

You posed in the mirror- leaning forward to push your tits together so the signatures were extra visible. Your nipples were piqued from the coldness of the hotel- but you were so drunk you couldn’t really tell if you actually looked good. Fuck it. You hit send.

A minute passed. Two minutes passed. Your heart was thumping.

“Fuck baby,” was the response you saw on your glowing screen.

“Baby? I can’t believe he’s just coming right out of the gate with the pet names,” you thought.

Was he touching himself right now? You sort of hoped so. You put your phone on silent and jumped in the shower. Why not leave him wanting more? Besides- your drunk brain was not fit to be sexting a famous person.

Part 3 from Lando’s POV???

part 1

[moonstruckme]

Happy birthday and congratulations on 7k!! You deserve it. Thank you for sharing your gift for writing with us <3

Can I request apple pie- James potter + an airport terminal at midnight

I once saw a guy at the airport who looked a bit like James but I was looking busted and severely hungover from my last night of spring break to talk to him 😅

Thank you for requesting lovely!!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 688 words

“Excuse me.” 

The voice is soft but still you wake with something like a growl brewing in your chest, fingers tightening possessively around the strap of your backpack. There’s a boy with brown eyes and a strong chin looking at you concernedly from behind a pair of glasses. 

“Sorry,” he says, setting a hand on your suitcase. You’ve got your leg hooked through the handle, but he doesn’t look like he’s trying to steal it, only resting his hand there. “Would you like this?” He holds up a clumped-up mass of fabric. 

You blink at him, trying to puzzle out whether he’s really making no sense or whether you’re just that tired. 

“For your head,” the boy clarifies. “You just, you don’t look very comfortable.” 

You lift your head, feeling the imprint that something poking through your backpack has left in your cheek. “Sorry,” you say blearily. “I don’t understand.” 

“That’s my fault,” he owns immediately. “Sorry, I meant would you like to use my hoodie as a pillow? So you can sleep properly.” 

“Oh.” You still feel odd, and it doesn’t help that this is the sort of thing that might usually only happen in a dream. Since when do attractive strangers walk up to you in airports? “Um, thank you, but you don’t have to.” 

“No, it’s really alright.” With your head lifted, he starts positioning it atop your backpack, fluffing it as though it’s a real pillow. “It’s my spare. I’m warm enough without it, see?” He gestures to the hoodie he’s wearing as if to demonstrate. It’s a deep red color that looks nice against his warm skin. He does look very warm, overall. “Anyways, there.” He steps back, grinning almost bashfully as he takes a seat across from you. “Now hopefully you can sleep better.” 

“Thank you,” you say quietly. 

He nods, still smiling much too brightly for this hour of night (or morning, you suppose. Is it morning yet?). 

You close your eyes, trying to ignore how pleasantly warm your makeshift pillow is, like he’s been carrying it around in his arms all day. It smells nice, too, the scent of a shampoo you vaguely recognize and also pine, maybe picked up from wherever he’s coming from. You open your eyes again. 

“When’s your flight?” 

He looks back at you, pulling his headphones off one ear. 

“When’s your flight?” you ask again. “So I can make sure to give it back in time.” 

“Oh, not for a few hours yet.” He waves you off. His headphones come down around his neck. “We’re suffering delays. When’s yours?” 

“Five-thirty.” You feel weary at the thought of it, though you can’t wait to get out of here. You’ve been dying to leave this airport since you’d arrived, grievously regretting your decision to save money on a hotel for the last night of your trip. 

He makes a sympathetic hissing noise. “That sounds truly awful. Early bird gets the worm, though?” 

“Something like that.” 

He smiles, and maybe it’s the fluorescent lighting but you think that if you weren’t already lying down it would take your knees out from under you. “I’m James.” 

You tell him your name, and he nods like he’s tucking it away. 

“Are you going on holiday?” he asks, crossing one of his legs under him, getting comfortable. 

“Sort of,” you reply. “I’m going to see my mum. But she makes it feel like a holiday.” Something softens around James' eyes, and for reasons unknown it makes your face warm. “Where are you headed?” 

“My best mates are spending the holiday in France. They’ve spared me a pullout couch.” James tilts his head, looking far more content than anyone traveling at this hour ought to be. You wonder if his lips just lie in a permanent uptilt. “So where you’re going to visit your mum, is that where you’re from?” 

You reposition your backpack so you’re propped up a bit more, James’ hoodie still under your cheek but suddenly feeling less keen on sleeping the hours until your flight away. Oddly, you’re no longer dying to leave this airport quite so badly.

[aangelinakii]

EVER SEEN.

— you have the prettiest eyes i've ever seen.

summary : you've been by damian's side for so long, you've seen everything. one night, the sun is lowering below gotham, but damian is watching something else.

note : if you can't tell i LOVE basing my fics off bea songs i literally laurv her saur muchhhh

whenever wayne manor got too loud, too crowded, too overwhelming, damian always found himself making his way back to you. this wasn't a now-thing, this has been happening since he was still a feisty young kid, constantly underestimated, constantly jabbed at. but you were the calm in his hectic life that taught him "normal" can be possible for someone like him.

someone raised by assassins, someone whose father is the richest man in the city. someone you appreciated nonetheless.

tonight, after a rather tedious dinner (jason was upset at bruce again for letting the joker kill him that one time, and stephanie was hogging the roast potatoes), damian shifted away to his bedroom and fled the mansion through a crack in his window.

you remember the first time he appeared on the other side of your window, knocking. living in gotham, you'd immediately assumed these were going to be your last living moments, but when you saw the spiky hair of your best friend on the other side, all worries subsided.

it had happened after a few months of friendship – when you were unsure where exactly you stood in his eyes, whether you were friends, best friends, or acquaintances – and damian had opened up about home, how it could be a lot. of course it could; no matter what type of household you live in, it can always become a lot.

"come round mine," you'd said, and saw damian physically retract. confusion? disgust? you'd never know. "here's my address. just knock on my window, my roof has an amazing view of the city, and no one knows it's there."

no one would know he was there. so, later that night, he appeared.

although the first time, it wasn't the last.

almost ten years later, damian was escaping from his bedroom at wayne manor, a mansion overfilled, overloaded by now. it had started off as once every couple of months, but, as the two of you grew, and damian's heart began to swell each time you spoke, it turned weekly. if you're lucky, maybe twice a week.

room dark, save for the dim lamp lit on your bedside table, you were focused on your phone. gotham outside your window had been shut out, locked away, blocked by a curtain. nothing could come in and get you tonight. not until...

knock, knock, knock.

eyebrow raising, you placed your phone down carefully onto the sheets and sat up. damian didn't say he was coming round tonight, but, then again, he never said when he was – but it was expected. he's already been round three times this week, already out of the ordinary.

you approached the window and carefully peeled back the curtain, eyebrows furrowed, but the tension in your forehead dissipated once your gaze set on the boy on the other side of the glass, his cheeky smile recipe for one of your own.

reaching out to unlock the window, you pushed it up, allowing a cool breeze to flutter in. that impish smile on his lips, damian moved to rest his elbows on the ledge.

"roof?" he hummed, peering up at you with his pale green eyes, which spiked as the darkness was vaguely illuminated by the lamp leaking out from your room.

despite trying to play off as annoyed – surprised, even – you struggled to keep the smile from your lips as you looked down at him, fingers gripping the plush material of the curtain. "this is, like, the fourth time you've come round," you chuckled, corner of your lip twitching with the ghost of a smile.

damian merely shrugged, resting his chin on his arm, tilting his head until his cheek met the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

the way he looked at you caused your heart to pang, and it hadn't stopped for ten years.

allowing a few moments to pass for effect, your gaze lingered on his, before you carefully pushed his elbows off the window ledge, and shuffled onto it yourself. damian took a step back, holding a hand out for you to take, helping you to the metal grating of the fire exit on the side of your room, which would lead up to the roof; your place.

just as you had told him that one day however many years ago, the roof of your apartment had an amazing view of gotham; the best, if you wanted to argue that. it was just a flat, no one would expect it, which was why it was so perfect for the two of you – no one to disturb you, perfect to just talk.

before you could even sit, damian was tugging off his grey sweatshirt, and placing it down on the tile beside him.

you gave a chuckle. "what are you doing?"

"don't want your pyjamas to get dirty," he responded, patting the cotton as he peered up at you, before turning to look at the pollution of lights along the city skyline.

your eyes lingered on him for a moment before you sat down on his folded sweatshirt, tucked to give you just enough room to stay clean. he was always casually thoughtful like that, not even giving it a second thought before doing something, and then acting like it didn't just change the entire trajectory of your perspective on him.

"so, what happened this time?" you hummed after some comfortable silence, but damian only gave a croon as he looked over at you, and you glanced back. "i mean, i'm assuming you didn't just want to come see me."

"oh," your best friend replied, a soft chuckle to his response as he turned back to the skyline. "yeah, just..." he brought a hand up to scratch at the back of his raven hair. "a lot going on. wanted to get away." damian took a break in his words and looked back curiously at you. "if that's okay?"

you gave a laugh, prepared to tease him. "oh, so you only want to see me when there's "a lot going on." typical."

"hey, you know i don't mean it like that," damian groaned, elbowing you lightly in the side, his words unable to disguise the smile in his tone.

once the joking energy had faded from the air, you turned to him with a calmer voice. "you know it's always okay to come round, damian," you smiled. "even when there isn't a lot going on. just whenever you want. for you, there's always time."

as you peered over at him, front of his face just barely illuminated by the distant gotham city lights, his eyes trailed over to you, small smile upon his lips. he focused in on you for a moment, vaguely nodding, before turning back to the view.

after knowing him so long, you recognised that as gratitude, and you didn't comment any further, simply turning to look at gotham, too.

you gave a soft sigh, bringing your legs up to your chest, to rest your chin upon your knee. "if you ignore everything wrong with this place, gotham could be one of the prettiest cities in the world."

"tokyo's pretty nice," damian hummed in return, leaning back on his hands against the tiling of the roof. "not sure if gotham could compare to that."

"never seen tokyo. that would be nice."

"we could go one time." damian looked over at you, the ghost of a smile along his lips.

"you'd do that with me?"

damian nodded softly, expression shrinking, sort of bashful now. his thoughtful eyes lingered on yours, and you felt yourself grow self-conscious, so you turned away.

"you know, you've always had the most amazing eyes," damian piped up, his voice just loud enough to be heard above the vroom of cars below.

heart catching in your throat, you looked back up at him, lips parted in a quiver. "sorry?"

that expression on your face, he mistook for horror, and the soft smile on damian's mouth disappeared almost immediately. "oh– i'm sorry, i... shouldn't have said that." he quickly turned away, horror visible in his own eyes, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth in distaste.

all these years... did his heart pound in his chest each time you spoke his name, as yours did when he spoke yours? did he have to brush his palms against the knees of his pants before knocking on your window? was his first thought every morning as he opened his eyes.. you?

"hey," you hummed, shuffling closer to him, not minding that your pants were half-against the tile, carefully taking his wrist in your fingers to peel his hand away from his mouth. "it's okay, i'm... i'm not mad, i just..."

you felt yourself begin to shrink up. take a breath.

"thank you." his eyes met yours, and, at the sight of your smile, his own mouth melted into a soft twinkle. "i'm not mad. at all. i just... you feel the same?"

a flicker of recognition flashed in damian's green eyes, and his fingers absently moved to lace into yours.

"the same?" he hummed, hopeful.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"The Sunset is Beautiful Isn't It?" pt. 2

The saying above is a beautiful way to bid someone farewell without having to say goodbye and I think it perfectly fits saying goodbye to our LaD Men because we can't keep hurting them. Someone has to end it. In first person p.o.v because it's you.

Goodbye Xavier

Your POV

Queen of Philos. I've glimpsed into a past that is yet to happen. My future is Xavier's past. No wonder he's had so many identities while here on earth. Lumiere, Evol policeman it's all adding up.

She's so tired .... or I'm so tired .... I don't know .... I'm so confused. I can feel her sorrow waiting for him. Wishing her 'Star' would come home. The weight of a sorrow I have yet to experience and my own sorrow of knowing Xavier's planet is dying because he's here trying to change my future.

I'm so stupid, but part of me couldn't believe that he'd be a time traveler. The idea was ridiculous yet here I am looking at my own future in another life. Nothing is impossible.

Except this pipeline dream Xavier has of trying to save me. That's ridiculous. I've disappeared on Philos, but I can feel her sorrow still wherever she is....wherever I am? Whatever.

I stare down at a freshly napped Xavier snuggled in my lap. Those eyes gaze at me with pure happiness & love. Then he smiles; that smile is what kills a piece of my soul every time it graces his lips. I can't protect that smile. It hurts to look at him now. I love him so much and I don't regret falling in love with him, but falling in love is just that....

Falling.

We're bound to break. This isn't a movie we don't get that happily ever after.

It was a valiant effort, but wasted energy. There's no rewriting the stars. I can't have him and he can't have me. "What are you thinking about?" Xavier's soft voice pulls me from my internal dilemma.

I shake my head and let a small smile pull at my lips as I lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. "Nothing" I whisper before diving back in wanting to stay like this, but knowing we can't.

"Oh look at that" He directs his gaze in the same direction that I'm looking right out the living room window. "The sunset is beautiful isn't it?" He simply nods before pulling me back into a passionate kiss. I'll enjoy him one last time because after tonight. We can never meet again.

Xavier's POV

She was gone. I woke up alone in her bed with just her hunter watch in my hand. Panic immediately set in as I scrambled out of bed searching her apartment for her. The only thing missing was a few clothes and her favorite duffle.

"I have to find her" I told myself as I searched day and night for her. I contacted every single one of her coworkers, but none of them had heard from her.

That was almost a year ago and this is my last spring on earth. How does one simply disappear in such a way? I wish I could see her one last time, but wherever she's gone she doesn't want to be found. My little star has left me this time.

Goodbye Sylus

"Where are you going?" His deep timbre voice sends shivers down my spine. My hand froze on the front door handle. I didn't think catch me leaving while in the middle of his usual sleep schedule. I spin around mustering up a tight smile "What are you doing up?" I asked trying to steer the conversation is a different direction.

His red eyes narrowed as he studies me "Where. Are. You. Going?" He added emphasis on each word as he approached me, crowding my space. He pressed his hands against the door trapping me between him and my only exit. My mouth was suddenly dry as he stared down at me.

"I need to go back to my place for a few things"

"Since when do you pack up your clothes here for a quick trip to Linkon?" He tilted his chin towards the duffle in my hand. My mind went blank as I saw his eye begin to glow.

"Okay okay! Sylus I love you .... I do, but I keep having these flashbacks or maybe it's the future I don't know, but every time it ends with me stabbing you in the chest" He eyes me before dropping his gaze to our feet exhaling sharply. "Right in your heart" A single tear slips from my eye as my voice cracks.

"Is that why you have this scar on your chest?" I asked pressing my hand to his chest. "Is that why you're so sensitive here?" He turns his head away as he releases a shaky breath. "I told you it's not a big deal"

"It is a big deal and whatever we're doing here is going to end in tragedy and I can't live with the constant reminder that I'm going to hurt you" His head snaps back up so fast I flinch and my blood runs cold with the intense stare he's giving me. "What are you saying?"

He stands tall and crosses his arms over his chest finally giving me space to breathe. I take a deep breath before responding "I'm leaving"

"Like hell you are"

"This isn't up for discussion" I turn my back to him and yank the door open desperate for fresh air. Before closing it behind me I spare him a glance over my shoulder "Don't look for me .... please"

Sylus' POV

If this kitten thinks she can hide from me. She's sadly mistaken. The chase is just getting started. I'll find you no matter where you go. Our red string of fate that ties us together can't be severed that easily. We're endgame sweetie.

Zayne & Rafayel here....

[tamiart]

I wrote a little romance scene between Halsin and Tav, mostly imagining Halsin’s POV.

Summary: Tav is breaking down under the pressure of the enormous task ahead of her, and Halsin happens upon her.

Since I don’t consider myself a writer, I have never tried to write anything like this before. But I love this game so much, and especially when it comes to these two characters, my imagination is continuously running away with me. I need more material with them, so I tried to create some of my own. I hope you like it.

Midnight Solace

Everyone was finishing up their duties in setting up camp. Halsin looked over to see Tav talking to Wyll and Gale, who were arguing about something as they tried to come up with a strategy for some fight or other, which was now an almost daily occurrence. Tav looked worn out, barely listening to the two of them bicker as she studied a map they had drawn in the dirt. The others were always going to her for help with their problems, and by Silvanus did everyone in this group have catastrophic problems. In all his many years, Halsin had never met such a varied, volatile bunch of individuals. They reminded him of his younger years when every mishap, every mistake, felt like the end of the world.

Tav was the most intriguing to him. She couldn’t be half his age, and yet this young, unassuming slip of a girl had gone out of her way, putting aside her own troubles and fears, which must be plentiful though she never voiced them, for weeks throughout their perilous journey to help many along the way, including himself. She was helping him find a way to lift the shadow curse, which had haunted him for a century as his greatest shame and failure. She had risked her life to infiltrate a horde of nasty, treacherous little goblins to free him - a huge, threatening wild bear that could have tried to kill her too for all she knew. But even in his most savage form, she wasn’t afraid of him. 

Halsin had never met anyone like her. He often found himself watching her from across camp as she went about the daily routine that everyone had settled into - helping to prepare their meals, eating, talking and laughing with everyone around the fire, getting ready to go to sleep, preparing to head out in the mornings. He wondered about her as he performed his own duties. He felt himself drawn to her, and realized he was reluctant to leave her side. He was sorely tempted to forsake his druidic duties and stay with her, to be there for her and protect her for as long as she would let him during her quest to save them all. She stirred long-dormant feelings in him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way about anyone.

Later that night, after everyone had sought their bedrolls, rest seemed to elude Halsin, so he gave up and headed towards the woods to lose himself in a hunt. As he walked past Tav’s bedroll, he noticed she wasn’t there. He looked around briefly, but did not see her. Slightly alarmed, he enhanced his senses and picked up her scent trail heading into the forest. Wanting to make sure she was alright, he followed it.

As he approached the stream nearby, he heard the sound of someone crying. He stopped and peered through the trees in that direction and saw that it was Tav, sitting by the water, her head resting on her bent knees. He felt a sympathetic pang to see and hear her so distraught. Not wanting to frighten her, he made his footsteps audible as he rounded a bush and approached her, and she started up and noticed him, and immediately turned away to surreptitiously wipe away the traces of her misery. He felt his heart stir.

“Oh, Halsin,” she said, “what are you doing out here so late?”

“I could not sleep,” he responded, “so I was going for a walk. I could ask you the same thing. Are you alright, my friend?”

At that, she failed at reigning in her emotions and burst into sobs once more.

“I’m sorry,” she sputtered through her tears. “I don’t know what’s come over me tonight.”

He hurried over and sat beside her. “It’s alright,” he tried to reassure her. But she could not stop, and he hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder.

His touch seemed to relax something in her and she leaned towards him. He put his arm around her and held her closer. The feel of her sobs shaking her slight frame melted away his final resistance, and he knew then that he would do anything to help this girl. He was lost to her. He held her until her sobs quieted into sniffles. 

“What is it, my friend? Can I do anything to help?” He asked her gently.

“No, I’ll be okay.” She sighed.”Ugh look at me, I’m such a mess.”

“You are still beautiful. But stay here, I’ll get something for you.” Halsin quietly returned to his tent and found a clean cloth, poured a cup of water and grabbed a blanket as well, then returned to Tav’s side. She had calmed down and sat quietly staring into the stream with a troubled expression on her face. He draped the blanket around her shoulders and handed her the water and cloth.

 “Thank you. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this,” said Tav, wiping her tear-stained face. “They’re all depending on me to be strong. I need to be strong for all of us if we’re going to get through this.” She took a sip of water and put the cup down on a rock.

He placed his arm around her again and pulled her close. “No one expects you to be invincible. You don’t need to carry all of it alone. We’re all here to help you. I’m here to help you.”

She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyelashes. The distance between them was too close. The urge to kiss her was overpowering, and it took all of his will to resist. She needed him to be strong just now, and he would give her his support.

“Thanks, Halsin,” She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “That’s nice to hear. I just… I’m so afraid. I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time. Why does every decision have to fall to me? Every time one of us gets injured, I wonder if I should give it all up. Maybe I’m just leading us all to our deaths.” Her voice choked on those last words, and she covered her face with her hands and pulled away from him. “I can’t… that thought… it’s too much to bear.”

“Your fears are completely understandable under the circumstances. We have far too much leveled against us, with no end to our journey in sight. What an incredible amount of pressure to undertake. But Tav, you’ve been amazing thus far. Why do you think everyone trusts you so implicitly? No one else could have gotten this eccentric group of misfits this far, to survive as much as we have. Honestly, I don’t know how you’ve managed it. You don’t realize how extraordinary you truly are. My dear friend, we would all follow you anywhere. I would follow you anywhere. If anyone is going to get us all through this, it’s you.” 

Tav looked up at him again, a new light and curiosity in her glance. “You truly believe that?”

“With all my heart.”

Suddenly she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. Oak father preserve him, Tav had him wrapped around her finger. “Thanks, Halsin,” she whispered into him. She looked up at him again, and her face finally softened into a smile. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Tav, I - “ he tried to find the right words. “Please know that I’m always here for you, if you ever need to talk about anything. I will do my best to help you, in any way that you need.”

She was still looking up at him, her gaze searching. She was so beautiful, he could hold back no longer. Cautiously, he lowered his face down towards her, watching her expression as he did so. She did not pull away, and her lips parted as her glance fell to his mouth. He closed the distance and pressed his lips to hers. He tasted the salt of her tears as he kissed her, and she kissed him back, tentatively at first, but quickly growing more eager. Her lips were full, soft and warm. Finally they both had to pull away, gasping for air. He had to stop now before he took things too far. He couldn’t ask that much of her just now in her current vulnerable state.

Tav stared at him, stunned. Then as if suddenly realizing where she was, she blushed and gave him a shy, tentative smile. “Wow,” She gasped as she found her voice. “What was that?”

“I’ve dreamed about kissing you for a long time,” he confessed to her.

“Really? But I didn’t… I thought… you’ve never…” Tav stammered.

“I know. I didn’t want to do anything to upset you or harm our friendship. And I didn’t want to distract you during such a crucial and difficult time. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, to let you focus.”

Tave let out a breathy laugh. “Well, it’s a very welcome distraction.” She hesitated, then looked up at him shyly once more. “I’ve been thinking about that as well, with you.”

He wrapped her in his arms once more and held her in silence. They sat together, listening to the night sounds of the forest and the babble of the nearby stream. Gradually, he felt her relax in his arms. Her head began to droop against his shoulder. He could have stayed this way all night. But reluctantly, he gently shook her awake.

“You should try to get some sleep,” he told her. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

She sighed. “You’re right.” She stood up and handed the blanket back to him. She tried to return the cloth as well, but he told her to keep it. She seemed reluctant to go. “Thank you, Halsin. This was… it means a lot.” She smiled at him once more.

And she was gone before he could respond, leaving him alone once more in the woods, the blanket in his arms, all of his senses full of her, and his mind a whirl of thoughts, emotions and desires.

[morning-star-joy]

a stranger's heart without a home epilogue

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, Post-Outbreak

Chapter Summary: Now that you've found a place by Joel's side, you know you'll never leave.

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+ Only MDNI) unprotected p in v sex, praise kink. Language (y'all know it by now), so much Fluff

A/N: We will return to this story with one-shots, drabbles, sequels, prequels, AUs, and whatever else I can think up, because I love these characters sm and I don't think I can ever let them go completely. But I hope that you guys enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. All my love sent to every one of you!

Wordcount: 3k

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Waking up without being wrapped up in Joel’s warmth was not a feeling you were fond of.

So when your eyes slowly blinked open one morning, the bed empty beside you, a deep frown crossed your face as you were immediately thrown into a bad mood.

You grumbled to yourself, turning over to try and get some more sleep, even though you knew it was a hopeless cause when you were alone.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, glaring at his unoccupied side of the bed before slowly getting out of bed.

Despite your grumpy, early morning annoyance, you moved about his bedroom subconsciously, stooping down to pick up your panties that had landed across the room last night to pull them on before grabbing his flannel next.

Walking towards the hallway as you buttoned the shirt up, you paused in the doorway, head lifting as you sniffed at the air again when a peculiar scent caught your attention.

Was that…?

That frown that had been fixed on your face since you woke up quickly evaporated, melting into a small smile as you made your way towards the staircase, taking the steps two at a time before swinging around and heading towards where that delicious smell was coming from.

You didn’t try and sneak around Joel, but your footsteps were light by nature, and he had no idea you had found your way into the edge of the room as he turned over whatever was sizzling in the pan on the stove—though you had a pretty good idea just what it was from the smell.

Unable to help yourself, you loitered in the doorway, leaning against it with arms crossed, head resting against the edge as you watched him make you breakfast with a warm smile on your face.

When he turned to grab something off the counter, he finally saw you, jumping with a mumbled curse, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself at the sight of such a prepared man being taken aback.

Joel’s eyes darted across your face and down your body, a small smirk twitching onto his lips at the sight of his flannel barely reaching past your thighs as he murmured, “Morning, darlin’.”

“Good morning,” you hummed in response, pushing yourself off the doorframe to walk towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a slow, sweet kiss before the sound of popping from the pan made him tear himself away from you.

You glanced towards the pan, seeing that your theory had been correct, but you still found yourself asking with a growing smile, “Is that bacon?”

“Yup,” Joel replied, stealing a glance at you as he was in the midst of turning the strips of thin, crispy meat over again, checking that they were fully cooked before removing the pan from the heat. “Gift from Tommy.”

“How kind of him,” you teased, reaching for one of the pieces of bacon before Joel playfully swatted your hand away.

“Table,” he insisted, nodding towards the small table next to the window where he insisted you ate your meals together, and you sighed dramatically, even as you were helpless to resist his endearing Southern manners while you walked towards it.

Plopping yourself down in a seat, you rested your chin on your hand, content to watch the domestic scene of him setting the bacon on three plates along with the eggs he had apparently also scrambled, before bringing two of the plates towards you.

You knew the last plate was to be saved for Ellie, and you smiled at the simple show of his affection for his surrogate daughter, before turning your attention towards your food.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, not needing to fill the air between you with any unnecessary words, the same way it had always been between you, even before…this.

It was funny, how once you had allowed yourself to start falling, you couldn’t stop.

Most of your days were spent in Joel’s home now instead of your own. It wasn’t an adjustment either of you commented on, as most things went unspoken between you—but you had caught Joel’s smile when you brought your sister’s childhood drawing over to rest on the fireplace mantle next to Ellie’s drawing of Joel.

With your clothes in his closet and the old photograph that you had caught him observing set up next to his pictures with his daughters on his dresser—“your parents?” he had asked one day, and you nodded, letting him take in the picture without forcing you to speak on the matter until you were ready—you settled right into your place by his side, knowing for certain that now you had found your spot there, you would never leave.

When Ellie burst through the back door, saying something about smelling bacon until she froze in the doorway at the sight of you sitting at Joel’s table, in his flannel, sharing his breakfast with him, the young girl burst into laughter as your cheeks flushed, and Joel groaned.

“Ellie—”

“I knew it!” Ellie cackled, pointing between you with a gleeful glint in her eye. “We all fucking knew it!”

Joel rolled his eyes, glancing at you to make sure you were okay, but you were smiling yourself now, trying to obscure a giggle with a cough as he shook his head and rose to grab the third plate of breakfast.

It didn’t take much coaxing for Ellie to join you at the small table then once Joel brought over another chair, and you glanced between the two with a grin as Ellie refused to let Joel eat in peace, teasing him over your presence at every single opportunity, and drawing a laugh from you every time she did so.

Joel just shook his head, letting out sighs every time Ellie would rib him about it, but you saw the warmth in the smile he tried to conceal behind each bite as he looked between the two of you, sitting together with him in his home.

When Ellie left to meet up with Dina and Jesse for some regularly scheduled mayhem for the day, you barely began to clean the dishes before Joel’s hands were on you, sliding up your thighs and under the flannel while he tugged you back into him.

“Joel—”

He interrupted your half-hearted protests with his lips pressed to yours, drawing moans from your mouth as he turned and lifted you easily, setting you on the edge of the counter to take you while you still wore his shirt.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered the first time you had found yourselves like this—pressed against the counter in your kitchen, your back to him as he fucked into you until you both found much-needed release, no matter how short, how temporary.

Now he held you tightly to him, rolling his hips into you at a leisurely pace, facing you fully with his lips pressed to yours again and again, taking all the time in the world with you.

Because that was what you had.

All the time in the world.

When you were finished, it didn’t last for long, only taking the time to clean up the mess you had made before you were scooped up into his arms, your bright laughter echoing through the house as he carried you up the stairs to have you again in his bed.

You would never get tired of being with him like this, and you knew he felt the same just from the words he murmured every time he was inside of you—murmurs of “fuck, sweetheart, so perfect, so good for me” and whimpers of “oh, mi luna, always want you, always.”

That late morning, when you were spent in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest to listen to his heartbeat slow back down to a calming pace, you found yourself saying quietly, “Hey, Joel?”

“Hm?” he hummed, fingers dragging up and down your spine in a lazy, affectionate manner, and you smiled against his skin before pulling yourself up so you could share his pillow with him.

“I’m gonna ask you something, just—” you cut yourself off, sighing as you felt your cheeks heat, avoiding his searching, curious gaze before you mumbled, “Just don’t laugh.”

“Mm,” he hummed again, arching an eyebrow as you looked back at him, and you smacked him in the chest as he teased, “No promises.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped, the harsh words devoid of any bite and instead filled with a fond warmth, and he chuckled, the sound softening you as you gazed into his eyes and asked, “Do you believe in other lives?”

Joel’s brow furrowed, clearly wondering what had brought this on as he looked over your face, but to his credit, he didn’t judge your line of thought as he replied truthfully, “I dunno, I’ve never really thought about it. Why?”

With a sigh, you traced the lines of his face with the tips of your fingers, grazing them over the scar near his temple as you answered, “I just…”

You shrugged, trying to avoid his gaze again as you suddenly felt self-conscious, stupid at the soft sentiment that you had been mulling over the past few nights.

But Joel was having none of that.

“Look at me.”

Even though the gentle, firm command made you blink in surprise, you followed it instantly, almost subconsciously as your gaze flickered up to meet his.

Joel searched your eyes, probably trying to find the reason for this unexpected question, and you distracted yourself from his quick calculation by glancing down his own body when he shifted himself to face you better.

Between his legs, you could see his cock was stirring again just from having you this close to him, half-hard and Jesus, even though he had just fucked you so well—twice—you still wanted him. You were sore and aching, blissed out from far more than one orgasm and you still wanted him.

Would you ever stop wanting him?

Biting your lip, you began to wonder if you could convince him to partake in a third round, and then maybe then you could bring it up, pour your soul out to him as you rode his dick that you watched twitch under your rapt attention.

Knowing that just the simplicity of your eyes on him evoked such a response from him, your desire for him eliciting his own desire for you, made your heart begin to race again, and, fuck, now you just wanted to—

Your name being muttered pulled your attention back as you began to fully space out, and you blinked a few times, looking up as Joel gently pushed you back onto the bed to hover over you.

His thumb brushed along the scar on your cheek, a story you had yet to tell him, just as he had yet to tell you the story of the one on his temple. You knew you would speak of each hidden part of your lives eventually, but you were in no rush, content in how you already knew him as well as you knew yourself.

“Look at me,” he murmured again, and you did.

Joel’s thumb moved to stroke along your chin and up the edge of your jaw, and your eyelashes fluttered, helpless to resist his request as he whispered, “Tell me.”

Licking your lips, you finally found the courage in his comforting warmth to say, “Do you think we found each other?”

Joel’s brow furrowed, still not following your line of thought, and you sighed quietly, heart racing in your chest as you clarified, “In another life.”

At the clarification, Joel’s face softened, his hand reaching back up to cup your cheek as his eyes locked with yours.

Open, honest, real, and you knew that if you did meet him in any other lives, you were without a doubt fated to helplessly fall for him all over again.

“Do you think we found each other in another life?” you asked quietly, breath trembling as you danced your fingers over his face, cupping his cheek in the same way he still held yours. “Where nothing bad ever happened to us?”

Joel’s lips were already pressed to yours, desperately kissing you as you finished the question, and you sighed into the affectionate action, knowing his answer even before he parted from you to speak.

“I hope so,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours as he stole another kiss before laying back down to face you on his side again. “Sarah would have loved you.”

The genuine comment brought a surprised laugh from you, the sound nothing but fond as you smiled at him. “And my Little Star would have loved you.”

Joel returned your smile, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer, his forehead resting against yours before he asked, “What would this life have looked like?”

You hummed in thought, resting your cheek against the pillow to glance over his face, the open, earnest affection in his deep brown gaze, considering the question before answering, “I go to school for photography, and my sister and I move in next door to you.”

“Interesting,” Joel said slowly, his brow arching as he smiled slowly at the scenario you were setting up. “Go on.”

“Well, you are absolutely smitten with me at first sight, of course,” you teased, heart racing as the word smitten left your lips, the description much closer to the feelings you shared for each other, but never dared to speak of directly, even now.

To his credit, Joel didn’t hesitate, his eyes filled with warmth that was only for you as he murmured without missing a beat, “Of course.”

Butterflies were taking flight in your stomach to fill your entire being, and you suddenly felt like you were in something as close to heaven as you could get, unable to help but grin as you continued, “My sister and Sarah become best friends. Tommy’s there too, of course—he comes over for dinner every Friday.”

“Damn, can’t get rid of him even in our fantasy,” Joel teased, and you smacked his shoulder, earning a deep chuckle from him that made your heart skip a beat.

“Every Saturday, we have our movie night, with all five of us,” you continued, speaking slowly, as if you didn’t want this fantasy to come to an end as you imagined it in the comfort of your shared bed with Joel. “With my feet in your lap, and you and Tommy complain about the acting while the girls laugh and tell you both to shut up.”

Joel’s smile was still on his face, but it softened even more into something you didn’t recognize, a look you had seen from him on occasion, one that made your heart race as you struggled to find the next words, “And on Sundays, we spend the mornings in bed, like this. You fuck me, and I kiss you, and you say—”

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

You looked at Joel, seeing his entire soul laid bare to you as he placed his heart into your hands without a second thought.

And then your heart started again, pounding against your chest as you licked your lips and whispered the truth you had known, deep down in your soul, for a long time, “I love you, too.”

Joel’s smile then could be described as almost giddy, his kisses nearly joyous as he pressed them to your lips and all over your face, and you laughed, wrapping your arms around him, limbs entangling as you rolled around in your bed and kissed and kissed until you both lost your breath.

When you settled again, foreheads pressed together as you tried to catch your breath, you asked quietly, “When did you know?”

Joel tucked a hair behind your ear, shrugging a shoulder as he answered, “I don’t know. I think I knew for a while, in some way.”

You hummed, giving your agreement to the sentiment in the sound as you gazed at each other, no more barriers left between you as he added softly, “I think that, when I met you—I could tell.”

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you raised an eyebrow as you asked, “Really?”

“Well,” he licked his lips, shifting onto his back to gaze up at you, his hand caressing your back as he explained, “Not love, but—there was some part of you that felt like a part of me.”

You softened then, tears nearly springing to your eyes as you knew exactly what he meant. It was a feeling you had experienced too, for a longer time than you think you even knew. Joel had always been a kindred spirit to you, not only in being a cold cynic, but in the loneliness deep inside his heart. For so long, you had no place to call home, and he was exactly the same.

And now he was your home, as you were his.

“Is that why you created those stupid fucking rules?” you asked, the comment eliciting a laugh out of him that you joined in with. “To keep me away?”

Joel’s thumb stroked along the small of your back, surprising you as he nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

You were struck silent for a moment, feeling an old ache in your chest that was only satisfied when you leaned down to kiss him again. “Well, you did a great job at keeping them.”

“Mm,” he hummed in content into your mouth, chasing your lips for another longer, deeper kiss when you pulled away. “I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, kissing him again before you laid on top of him, resting your head back onto his chest. “Me too.”

After a long moment of silence that was filled with nothing but an understanding for each other that rested in your souls, you spoke again.

“So it’s settled, then,” you said, raising your head back up to look down into his eyes. “You’ll find me in the next one.”

Joel smiled up at you, cupping your cheek as he pulled you down into a long, lingering kiss that told you everything you needed to know.

Still, he said it aloud, and you finally found peace with the four simple words.

“I’ll always find you.”

[ohnonononononono567]

Carry me - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (angst)

Games

Bit by Bit

(This was made after 1am and I projected my OCD onto a fictional character so that's on me guys, my bad. Any bad writing can be blamed on the fact I was watching chernobyl with my cat and eating the saltiest fried chicken sandwich known as i wrote this)

"Simon-"

"Don't." He grunted, leaving his position in your bed. Never his. 

The day he admits it's his bed as well, is the day he has the ability to sleep peacefully. And God knows when he'll be granted that right. 

He awoke to the sound of screams, his ears ringing. The feeling of water and blood rapidly running under his skin, as if his flesh begged to be free. 

You had rolled over to hold his midriff, and Lord help him with how much he's grown attached to you, with how much he wanted to pin you down as if you were nothing more than another enemy in his eyes.

He shot up, just to feel the familiar sting of a hook in his rib as he had sat on the bed.

Stepping out onto the patio with a grunt, a tank top and some joggers on with slippers. The apartment's patio serving as the perfect place to have a smoke, the dog yawning to join. Big fella, she was, nudging snout onto Simons leg.

Sitting down, he grabs a light, lighting the cigarette he had hiding cheekily in his pocket, when he had swore up and down he wasn't smoking anymore less than 8 hours ago.

Burn your wrist.

Shut up Riley, you know better than to act on that.

Do it now.

No.

He leaned back, allowing the nicotine to enter his system, and the tobacco to leave a lasting smell on the rough pads of his fingers. He watched you from the corner of your eye. Silent panic. Wanting to help him. But you can't. All he can do is lie to a therapist and come home to you.

He made this worse. Leave him. You're nothing, but he's worse. 

Stop.

He saw you at your worst. Why stay? 

Because he saw me at my worst. And he stayed.

He shouldn't have.

Stop.

He knows nothing about you and he goes to sleep saying bull crap about loving you.

"STOP!"

He yells, grabbing his hair in two fists on the side of his head, the cigarette between his fingers, lingering in the night air as the sound of the city stand beneath him.

He looks at you, and you seem to just be staring. Frozen. 

It spitballs, as he meets your gaze;

"Stop fucking staring at me like that yeah? You can't fucking help me! You deal with me, or you kick me out. Should've done that by now if you've ever known what's good for you!" He says, throwing his hands up in the air out of exasperation, the dog yelping a bit as she backs away. He heads back inside, putting out the cigarette, and snatching his blanket, heading towards the couch.

You gave him a look as he left. He knew that look. You've set boundaries, he was trying to be healthy for you. Honest. You wouldn't stand for verbal abuse, nor disrespect. But he was weak. Useless in the presence of a man like you.

He knew better than to immediately go to you. He left earlier for the gym that morning, called off work, went to one of those shitty manmade parks with more dog piss than a fire hydrant, and sat himself down. Right in the grass, watching a single dandelion. It was weak. But it still stood in the grass. It moved with the wind, even when it lost it's soft white petals. 

And when it was stripped naked, bare, with nothing left to offer, there was another dandelion there. Planted from the wind carrying it. Ready to repeat the cycle. 

Why is he doing this? He'll repeat what his father did. He was the end of it. No relatives to fall back on. God knows how much he's begged to bring his brother, Tommy back. 

But that's just it. He's the end of the cycle.

Get up. Nobody is coming to save you.

He stands before you now, with nothing to offer, but the willingness to move with you if you'd allow him. If you'd allow a weak man like him to remain with you. He'll continue to lose his petals, but you'll help him plant new flowers. To utter the words, 

"I can never truly tell you how sorry I am, love. You are the man I want. You are everything. And it's not enough. But I am trying."

Looking up at you, his bones brittle, his eyes heavy.

He wants to sleep. To feel his flesh settle, his mind quiet.

And as you embrace him, he can feel every molecule in his skin burning. 

And if you ever let reality hit that you deserve someone who could think like a bloody normal human for once, would he continue to survive for as long as he could without you to carry him. Until he allowed the world to end what it started. 

You are everything.

Laying in bed, your hands hesitantly rubbing his back in soft circular motions as he keeps his head in your tummy, soft breathing as the dog nuzzled into the crook between you two, soft kisses lingering on his tongue, it leaves him before he can chase after it;

"...Would you ever marry me?"

@tabloid-junki3 i dont think i cooked but i did heat it up in the microwave so

[nocasdatsgay]

What Could Have Been

Chapter 1 of 2: The Bargain

Pairing: Eris/Elain | Word Count: 1035 | Chapter Rating: T

Summary: Eris meets with Elain to make a bargain. For @erisweekofficial Day 1: Bargain

Warnings: None | Read here on AO3 | Master List 2024

Gen Tags: @hieragalbatorixdottir @mybestfriendmademe @ninthcircleofprythian dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

The Middle was a dangerous place, which was why Eris was hesitant to agree to a meeting in those ancient woods. He preferred Spring- Tamlin was so used to his presence he seldom bothered to investigate when he was there. But Eris was curious and curiosity always got the best of him even after all these centuries. So he waited, up in the trees near the edge of the dense forest. He wore a deep green coat with brown trousers; he glamored his hair to blend in. He arrived early to see if she would come alone or if it was a trap set up by those brutes with wings.

There was a rustle of wind and she appeared.

She was nothing like he remembered. The one time he saw her during solstice, she seemed out of place- blended into the room with ease in Night Court black. But here, she looked the part of a fae princess in her soft pink dress. Her golden brown curls were pulled back away from her face, so he could clearly see her doe brown eyes searching the woods.

He decided to not make her wait.

He dropped from the trees, landing in the grass just a few strides away from her. She gasped, meeting his gaze immediately as he removed the glamour off himself. She looked so beautiful and innocent. Eris knew better.

“You are the last Archeron I expected to hear from.”

“Were you disappointed?” Elain tilted her head ever so slightly. “My sister is too far gone. Your chance with her passed.”

Eris scoffed. “You say that as if I don’t know it.”

“Your mind does. Your heart doesn’t.” She stared off past him, eyes defocusing for a moment. “It’s a pity. You would have been happy together.”

He frowned. “You speak as if you know.”

Her gaze focused back to him and she stepped forward. “I know a lot of things, Eris Vanserra.”

For the first time since being freed from under the mountain, Eris felt unnerved. Maybe he was wrong in assuming Nesta was the more interesting sister.

”Did you know these woods are deadly?” He asked, tilting his head, "Is that why you asked to meet here? Hoped a monster would swallow me whole?”

”I didn’t want to be followed,” she replied quickly. She wrung her hands together and glanced about the forest. “I don’t have much time.”

“Nor do I.” He placed his own hands behind his back in an attempt to ground himself. “Why did you call me here, Elain Archeron?”

“I need your help. You love your brother Lucien, do you not?”

He furrowed his brows as she looked up at him, her doe eyes wide and pleading. When he didn’t answer she continued.

“I have seen him die more times than I can bear.”

Her statement made the hair on the back of his neck stand. “What do you mean-“

“I am a seer, Eris.”

He shoved down his shock. “The Night Court and their secrets.” He grinned, “You are foolish to trust me.”

“Am I?” She stepped forward. He could smell the strong scent of jasmine wafting through the air. “The only time he lives is with your help.”

He recoiled inside but scoffed aloud. “And what is in it for me?”

“I know how to kill your father and make you High Lord.” Before he could react she continued, holding out her hand. “A bargain. You help me save Lucien when the time comes. I help you become High Lord.”

His gaze flickered from her hand to her face. “I’m going to need more reassurance before I enter a bargain with a young fae I’ve never truly met before.”

To her credit her hand didn’t falter. “You need herbs to weaken your father without him knowing. It will take time, a few months of subtle dosing. When he’s weakened, you can strike.”

He contemplated for a moment. “And you just happen to know the herbs and dosing needed? How can I trust this will work?”

“I am offering a bargain. If it doesn’t work I will die.”

She had a point.

“Do you know I’m going to sneak this poison to him?”

Elain rolled her eyes. “It’s not poison. It’s a spell. And it will be easy to trick him into consuming it. He takes his tea in the afternoons. The maid can be… persuaded.” Eris made a face at the implications. She laughed. “Flirtations, Eris.”

He sighed. “Fine. And what does helping you save my misguided brother entail?”

Her outstretched hand balled into a fist. “There are too many… events in play. You would need to take me to the continent when it’s time.”

He pretended to consider it for a moment. He stuck out his hand and she relaxed her grip, taking his hand into her own.

“We have a deal.”

The magic washed over them both. Eris mentally was relieved that no mark was felt searing itself into his skin. He let go of her hand and stepped back from her.

“I suppose you’ll be in touch?” He asked, raising a brow.

She didn’t answer. She reached into a pocket inside her dress, pulling out a container bound with string and a note. She handed it to him with a smirk.

“Instructions for the first month. Write to me before you run out.”

“Clever girl,” he purred, taking the bundle and paper.

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a smirk and clasped her hands together. “I’ll be seeing you, Eris Vanserra.”

In a blink she was gone.

He unraveled the paper, not daring to bring it home and have his father find it. The instructions were simple: grind the herbs into a powder and one spoon full every three days into tea or food. He burned the letter in his hand. After he blew the ashes away, he opened the container. He recognized some of the plants but there were a few he’d never seen before. Eris contemplated on whether he wished to risk taking the time to look into what the foreign plants were as he closed the container. He decided he would coax it out of her later as he winnowed home.

Chapter 2

[chansabsfanclub]

The Pirate King’s Deal

Genre : fantasy, pirate au, Hongjoong x reader smut

Word count : 1449

Warning : Explicit content 18+, degrading kink

A/N: This is a little pirate AU, for context your brother is a pirate and his fellow crew members kidnap you from the town you live in. It’s revealed they’re trying to destroy a ghost ship that’s been terrifying the seas, but you find out he’s keeping secrets about their plans.

“You didn’t come to Jeju island by chance did you Wooyoung” His silence was haunting, the rain continued to drench his clothes, they clung to his back and glistened. “Wooyoung tell me!” My body shivered, externally from from the cold, and internally from the creeping feeling that Wooyoung is hiding something from me. “There’s a reason you came back to get me. They’re planning on making you be the sacrifice to the ghost ship. I heard them discussing it last night, Wooyoung why didn’t you tell m-”

“BECAUSE I COULDN’T LET YOU DOWN LIKE THAT!”

Wooyoung whipped around to finally face me, my heart sank further into my chest when I saw his puffy red eyes , his tears blended with the rain as they trailed down his cheeks.

“Mother and father left us, and now I’m leaving you. We never planned to take you with us, but when I saw you about to die I couldn’t just leave you. I’m sorry y/n, I’m so so sorry.”

I sobbed loudly, my feet moved from underneath me towards my brother, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. His arms embraced me and we cried together under the rain.

“Let me take your place.” I mumble into his chest.

He pushes me away immediately and furiously shakes his head, “no y/n. I cant let you do that.”

“Why not?! Wooyoung you deserve to live, you have your crew, they became your new family. I have no one, I’m alone. So please, let me take your place, you have a reason to live.”

“Even after all you’ve been through with the crew, you can’t see how much they care about you? Y/n you’re not alone anymore, I want you to take my place on the crew so you can know what it’s like to be part of a family. You’ve been on your own for far too long, you deserve to be on that crew and have friends. I am okay with what my fate is going to be, I am willingly sacrificing myself. I don’t want you to die y/n.” The rain mixed with my tears now, running down my face.

“Please y/n, just let me go.” I shook my head furiously, I don’t want to lose my brother. I turn around and run to the captains cabin leaving Wooyoung in the rain, I have to work something out with the king.

He lifts his head slightly, glaring at me through his eyebrows, but I couldn’t care less if I annoyed him for barging in.

“Captain please let me take Wooyoung’s place to defeat the ghost ship. He deserves to live, I cannot let him die. Please captain I’m begging you.” I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands find the fabric of his coat and I hold it tightly.

The captain sets down his charts and kicks me off of him, making my head slam against the wooden floor. My body’s numb from the cold rain, I can only stay frozen in place as I watch him rise from his chair and crouch down to my level. His breath hot on my shivering face.

“Why should I let you. You have no idea what you’re going up against, Wooyoung is a skilled pirate and you are a mere thief. I knew you would get in the way but your brother insisted we rescue you and bring you along.” He cocks his head to the side and stares deep into my souls. “This is the thanks I get, you try and fuck up our plans.”

I bring myself to my knees, and he adjusts his posture to remain close to my face.

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to mess with your plans, but please I can do this, I can defeat the ghost captain.”

The captain raised an eyebrow, and then he smirked at me. “How desperate are you to save your brother. What lengths are you willing to go to.”

I swallow the growing knot in my throat, and give him a nod. He leans close to my ear and whispers “Would you even fuck a pirate king.”

In shock I fell back onto my ass, he held my eyes though and quickly moved on top of me, trapping me between him and the floor. “So what will it be.”

I thought for a moment, if this is what it takes for Wooyoung to live so be it. “I’ll do it.” I said, immediately he connected his lips with mine.

His kiss is rough, and his lips are scratchy, he tastes of whiskey and his tongue is coarse. Despite this, he was addicting. He broke away for air and I pulled him right back for another. His hand snaked his way to my throat, pushing my head back and tearing himself away.

“You’re so desperate for me.” He growled, his hand left my throat and tugged my pants down. The cold air hit my pussy, my body shivered all over from the cold wood pressing against my bare ass and thighs.

He sits up and slips his hands behind my back, I let out a small shriek as he lifts me up from the floor, my pants fall to the ground as he stands up and carries me across the room. He lays me down on his desk over his charts, the paper crinkling below me. I watch him step back and pull his own pants down, revealing his hard cock. Just the sight made my back arch, his devilish eyes cutting into me with lust.

“You want this badly don’t you.” His icy words made my core tighten, I could imagine how good he would feel inside me already. “Say it.”

“I want it.”

He rolled his head to the side and stared down at me with a cocky grin. “Want what?”

He frustrates me, and I spread my legs wide for him so he could see my dripping core. “I want your cock inside me.”

I watched his eyes fall down to my pussy, and watching him light up at the sight brought me satisfaction, now that I’m the one teasing him.

He took a couple steps closer to me so his tip lined up with my entrance, I could feel him lightly teasing me and pressing it between my wet folds.

“Captain-“ my words quickly turn into a moan as he pushes his cock all the way inside me, my hands slam against the table and clench to the charts.

“Fuck~” he groans, gripping my hips tightly, and he moves his hips back and slams inside me again, forcing another moan out of my mouth. “You better shut up, we don’t want anyone hearing this.” He growled at me and thrusted inside me again.

The pain of him inside me quickly became pleasure, I tried to suppress my moans from coming out, a few escaped as small whimpers. Every time I whimpered he would thrust harder into me, making me want to moan even more.

“Such a fucking good cunt.” He groaned as he fucked me, I couldn’t even respond if I opened my mouth I would release all my moans. His eyes were barely shut and his mouth hung open, his messy hair looked sexy covering his forehead and bouncing with every hip movement.

“Captain…. I’m gonna cum.” I manage to get out, a few moans escaping between my words.

“Use my real name.” He hit my deepest part and I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

“Hongjoong~” it barely sounded like words though.

With a few more quick thrusts he let out a loud groan and filled my pussy with his cum. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily in to my ear.

I stared at the wooden ceiling, feeling his chest rise and fall against me. The realization that I fucked the pirate king in order to save my brother hit, I felt tears well up in my eyes and a small sob escaped.

Hongjoong stood up and looked at me, he pulled his pants up and grabbed his coat from his chair.

“You have a deal, I won’t say anything to your brother. Now pull up your pants and get out.”

His voice scared me, and I quickly got my pants from the floor and slid them up my legs. I turned back to look at him, he was sitting in his chair and straightening out his charts. He looked up at me like he had when I first entered his cabin.

“Out.” He said coldly. I quickly opened the door and left his cabin, finding myself in the rain on the deck once again.

[alexfromjersey]

𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓔𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 & 𝓐𝓭𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: Jah gets an important email. Jenna finds solace in the support of her friend Hudson as she grapples with her own struggles.

warnings: mature language

a/n: ngl, chatgbt saved my ass with the summary because I could not for the life of me figure out a summary that doesn’t spoil the chapter lmaoo. I might just use it for my summaries…that’s allowed right 👀.

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Hertfordshire, England

May 2023

3:30 pm (GMT)

Jenna sat alone in her trailer, the first time she's been alone in the last week. Usually, people would run in and out of the trailer for various reasons. But today, the weather forced the shoot date to end early for everyone. She sat by the window as she watched the English rain pound against the glass, caught in her racing thoughts. Her brown doe eyes focused as a lone raindrop slid down the glass taking different paths and angles to reach its final destination.

The young pregnant woman was extremely bored waiting for her driver to come pick her up from set. She tried calling you but you didn't answer and that's when she realized that it was currently 10 am in New York. You were most likely asleep especially since she watched you stream until like 4 am Eastern Time last night.

Suddenly, a knock breaks Jenna from her thoughts. She sighed thinking it was just another make-up artist or stylist coming in to gather the rest of their belongings but when she opened the door, she was slightly shocked to see Hudson.

"Oh great, you're awake. I would've thought you would be dead asleep" Hudson smiled.

"Nope just about dead from boredom" Jenna replied and moved out the way so Hudson could come in.

"I can tell by the look on your face and...your whole demeanor" Hudson playfully responded and closed the door behind him. He pulled off his raincoat and then took a seat on the small couch behind Jenna.

Meanwhile, Jenna grabbed her phone and sat back in the chair. She opened the TikTok app and immediately she was hit with a video of you. It was a clip of one of your YouTube videos that had gone viral recently. It didn't help with her need for you but she pushed it away.

Hudson noticed her demeanor and sighed, "Look so, uh, I was thinking we haven't hung out in a while like we used to and we're in England so I figured we could...I don't know explore a foreign city a little. There's a cafe I saw one night that's not far from here. Do you uh...wanna go check it out?"

Jenna thought about it for a moment. She knew she needed a much-needed distraction from everything. But she was hesitant about going with Hudson especially after he betrayed her trust by running his mouth to her mother. But she needed to do something so she doesn't into her head and lose her way like before. She needed to do something.

"Yeah sure let's do it" Jenna agreed and grabbed her bag and other items she needed. A huge smile grew on Hudson's face as he jumped up from the couch excitedly.

"Okay! So let's get the day started shall we" Hudson smiled and opened the trailer door for the smaller woman. The two friends start their day journey exploring the city of London.

The two friends quickly found a small English restaurant not too far from their respective hotels. They find a booth towards the back of the restaurant and take a seat across from each other. After sitting, an awkward silence covers over their atmosphere. It was weird for the both of them and they each hated how one bad decision (on Hudson's part) led to a fracture in their friendship.

"So...this is kinda awkward" Hudson spoke out loud.

Jenna hummed and nodded in agreement. Soon, a waitress walked over and took both of their drink orders and appetizers. Jenna ordered a green tea to help the little nausea she felt while Hudson ordered a simple water and some sausage rolls to munch on.

"Listen, Jenna, I am truly sorry for what I did. I know I keep saying it and everything but if I could rewind time and stop myself from ever doing that I would do it in a heartbeat. I want...no I need my best friend back.

Jenna sat in thought for a bit. She watched how Hudson's demeanor was calm and composed. She could sense that he felt guilty for his actions and therefore wanted to give him another chance. She missed her best friend too.

"Please stop apologizing I forgive you H&M," Jenna said.

Hudson smiled at the nickname she gave him in the eighth grade, "Thank you Jenster."

The two continued to converse with each other falling back into their friendship like before as their drinks and Hudson's appetizer came to the table.

"So, how's filming going?" Hudson asked and took a bite of a sausage roll.

Jenna sighed, her shoulders dropping, "It's...hectic to say the least. The movie is going to be bigger I can feel it. The pressure is intense and truthfully I'm terrified. Especially with my...situation making things a lot more complicated." She said as she looked down at her growing belly.

Hudson nodded sympathetically at her. He knew the intense pressure the industry could provide since he was associated with it his entire life. But he hoped that Jenna wouldn't fall under the pressure again and resort back to the person she was a couple of years ago. He hoped that the baby and he hated to admit it also, you, wouldn't let her fall victim to it again.

He can only hope.

🤰🏻🩵

The Bronx, New York

10:30 am (EDT)

You woke up extremely annoyed at the sound of someone banging on your door harshly. You sucked your teeth and got up from your bed and harshly threw your door open. You didn't even get a word before the person bum-rushed into your apartment. You looked to see who it was and saw it was Davis looking conflicted.

"Yo, why the fuck are you banging on my door like that D? It's 10:30 in the fucking morning" You spit at your best friend.

Davis ignored what you said and continued pacing back and forth deep in thought.

"Yo, you good kid? What's going on? Why you acting like that?" You questioned Davis, genuinely concerned about his behavior.

"I just got word that Slim is being released from Rikers early," Davis said as he rubbed his face, and sat down on your couch.

You gave Davis a confused look as you sat down beside him, "Well that's good. I missed that nigga....don't you?"

Davis looked at you with conflicted eyes, "Y-Y-Yeah of course. I'm just worried about how he going to handle the world now. All these new rules, new phones and apps, and shit like that."

"Understandable but that's why he got us. We can help him to adjust to life now. Maybe, we can introduce him to Twitch and shit so he can get his money up" You nodded.

Davis nodded, "Yeah maybe."

You give your best friend a confused look but before you can question it further, your phone goes off. You walk into your room and grab it off your nightstand. It was an unknown number, now usually you don't answer unknown numbers but something told you to answer this one.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Hi Jahaziel, my name is Rachelle Towns and I'm the executive producer for the Performer Passion competition. I was wondering if you had a moment of your time?" Rachelle asked you.

Your eyes widen in shock but you compose yourself, "Yes I do have a moment."

"Awesome, I was calling to let you know that you have officially moved on to Round Two of the Performer Passion competition" Rachelle informed you.

You let out a shocked laugh, "Nah you fucking me with. You not fucking with me right?"

Rachelle chucked, "No Ms. Jimenez I'm sure I'm not fucking with you. Congratulations, the judges and I loved your performance. I have sent you an email detailing the next instructions I just wanted to tell you verbally also about your accomplishment. Once again, congratulations on advancing to the next round."

With that, she hung up the phone, and as soon as she did an email came to your phone.

Congratulations on Advancing to the Next Round of the Performer Passion Music Competition

Dear Jahaziel,

I hope this email finds you well I am thrilled to inform you that you have advanced to the next round of the Performer Passion music competition! Your talent and authenticity have truly shone through, and I want to extend my heartfelt congratulations on this well-deserved achievement.

As you move forward in the competition, there are some important next steps that you meet with them and the other contestants face to face tomorrow at 10 am in Manhattan (address provided below). This meeting is crucial as it will provide an opportunity for you to meet other contestants and discuss your performance and plans for the competition moving forward.

Once again, congratulations on your advancement in the competition. I have every confidence that you will continue to impress the judges and showcase your talent.

Best Regards,

Rachelle Towns

"Yo D! I made it to the next round of the competition" You bounced excitedly back into your living room to find your best friend nowhere to be found.

The smile on your face was completely wiped away and replaced with a confused look, "What the fuck."

You shook off Davis' weird behavior and let the excitement of the news seep back into your body. You go back into your phone and go to your contacts. You see Jenna's contact name and click on it.

The phone rings and rings and rings and rings before it goes to her automated voicemail. You pouted but then remembered that she may be filming something right now and can't be by her phone. You'll try her again later on.

You then scroll and click on your mother's contact. The same thing happens with your mother. Now you feel some type of way cause why no one is answering your calls.

@bronxshiesty: i must be chopped fucking liver cuz why ain't NOBODY ANSWERING MY FUCKING PHONE CALLS

@highondatgreen: @bronxshiesty ill answer your phone call daddy

@bronxshiesty: @highondatgreen

@bronxshiesty: oop false alarm my mommy called me back

"What you need Jahaziel, you know I'm at work" Delyse sighed as the connection was delayed due to the hospital's weak wifi.

"I made it to the next round of the competition" You excitedly spoke as a wide smile appeared.

There was silence on the other end for a few moments before a loud shout came through the phone, "YES! THANK YOU JESUS! I'm so proud of you my baby child so so proud!"

"Thank you, Ma! I honestly didn't think I'd make it to the next round. I wasn't feeling confident about the song" You confessed.

"Why not? It's a good song. I keep replaying it at work for my co-workers...airplane on my phone, it can wait til the morning" Delyse whisper-sung and did a little shimmy dance.

You chuckled, "I'm glad you like it. But I just feel like I can do better. I compete with many different people with different voices and talents. I can't be slacking."

"Well if you know what you need to do then go do it. Like you said different voices and talents, now that you're in the next round you need to outshine everyone else" Delyse said.

"Yeah, I just need to figure out a way to do that" You said.

"You'll figure it out, baby child...I have to get back to work. I'll call you when I'm home" Delyse said.

You nodded, "Ight Ma."

The call ended and now you were back in your thoughts. You scrolled through your contacts again and stopped on Jenna's name. You clicked on it and it rang and rung until the voicemail came through again. You sucked your teeth and flopped on your couch. You stared at the ceiling for a second before a smile started growing on your face.

"I fucking made it..." You whispered-chuckled to yourself.

🤰🏻🩵

It was now late in the evening (London time). The sky was dark but the streets were still busy as ever. London reminded Jenna of New York kind of. People laugh and walk through the streets with their friends, partners, or just themselves. Everywhere she turned someone was doing something. But as much as she wanted to relish in London life, she needed to rest for a very long day of shooting tomorrow.

"So what's up with you and Jah? Are yall going to date for the sake of the baby or?" Hudson's question breaks Jenna out of her thoughts.

"Uh...no we're not dating. We mutually agreed to just stay friends with each other and raise our child together" Jenna spoke and continued walking to her room.

"Well that's good at least you guys are coming together and being there for the baby. Honestly, you getting pregnant was not on my bingo card this year" Hudson chuckled.

Jenna chuckled, "It wasn't on mine either...but I'm dealing with the huge surprise like a champ and I'm ready for motherhood, excited for it."

"That's good" Hudson smiled at her. He stops in his tracks when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a text message from an unsaved number.

Unsaved Number:

I have a job for you

I'll be waiting at your AirBNB

don't be late

Today was going so good...

a/n: hey….its almost been a year since I last updated this book and for starters…i apologize life has been lifeing for me this past six months. now its not guaranteed that im going to be posting regularly like before because my job be having me tired and depressed lmaoo. But ill do my best to update within a reasonable time frame.

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[sanjis-moulinrouge]

Unplanned Rescue

Sanji x reader | Fluff

Summary: The reader goes out to explore a village but inopportune events happen and needs to be rescued.

a/n: I needed some fluff and cute interactions, hope you like it. English is not my first language, so my apologies if something sounds unnatural.

cw: mild swearing

During the first weeks you’ve built a solid friendship with Usopp and Nami, the reassurance they offer you makes you grateful to have found them under past difficult conditions. You’ve already set routines that keep your interactions balanced and fun.

Part of the routines involve going shopping every time you arrive to a new land, you help Nami to select clothes or jewelry. Usopp sometimes takes you through foreign places to assist him buying tools that might be useful to invent artifacts. He's a great inventor and storyteller, long walks and talks makes you feel at ease.

Now, you long to reach land to go out with them somewhere.

“Guys, we are getting close to an island” Usopp calls out. “Y/n, it’s exactly what you wanted”.

“AAAAH! where are weee?” Luffy shouts as he runs towards the lower deck.

“Oi, someone is desperate to put her feet in the sand” Zoro adds, staring at you.

“It’s better for Sanji not to see that shining face of yours, y/n. Otherwise he's not going to shut up about it” Nami stresses laughing.

You feel your face turning red, looking around to make sure the cheff is not there, silence was your only way to pass Nami’s comment over.

Once on solid ground, Sanji goes out to watch the landscape from the upper deck. His figure is delightful to watch from your viewpoint, you couldn't help but notice him lighting a cigarette. He is the sweetest man, but your shyness has stopped you from getting to know him as you'd would like to since the first day you saw him.

He’s been aware of your self-imposed distance, but despite that, he’s always been kind, so kind that you’d like to tell him many things stuck in your chest. You’ve been avoiding doing any task with him, even going for groceries. His beauty is crushing, it makes your body weak.

“U-hm the weather is nice… You go, I’ll stay here. It’s my turn” Sanji shouts to the crew. Gaze fixed on him, you are the last one leaving the ship. 

“I’ll prepare a delicious meal and drinks for you, y/n-chaawn and Nami-swaan!” you hear Sanji's sweet voice while waving his hand. 

“Ugh, he’s so loud sometimes… y/n, would you mind going ahead with Usopp? I’ll find you later” Nami says, rushing to the opposite side of the road.

As you walk next to Usopp, you see Luffy’s and Zoro’s silhouettes moving forward in the distance.

For some reason, Usopp’s stories couldn’t catch your attention this time, there was internal noise pending that couldn’t longer bear.

Sanji is in your thoughts. Somehow, you have to leave your insecurity behind to allow him to know you as the others. At the moment, you wish to return to the ship to listen to Sanji’s stories about the All Blue. You were aware he hasn’t had the best childhood, there were parts of the story of his life that were missing, you felt the need to complete the puzzle of the straw hats’ personal stories. 

When Usopp entered a shop, you decided to check the other stores around, you entered a large hall and luckily got to a place you like, libraries.  You have some berries specially saved for occasions like this. Books about philosophy, mythology, romance were selected, but something was missing, something special, a gift... a cookbook. You've finally decided to offer him something valuable, you are certain that he’s going to appreciate that detail. 

Leaving the library you realize that Usopp isn’t around. You perceive something is going on, people murmur and disperse through the small village, agitated kids run to their houses, and there's not much time for night to set.

“Bandits have come to sack the city!!!” someone screams.

You immediately think about sightings of The Going Merry in the area, but Usopp’s disappearance was strange. 

Trying to remember the way back to the ship was hard. You followed your nakama without being conscious of the path, your mind was blank.

You stare at the place trying to keep calm, after a while you decide to go down a busy street to feel safer. The locals seemed to have regained their composure after a while, but now you're the one who's confused.

“Shit, I can believe that I also lose my sense of direction...”

Night has fallen, in a single desolate part of the city, you start to feel a non-human presence behind you. Walking faster doesn’t seem to help, beasts breathing sounds down your back. In a desperate act you start running, but two wild dogs reach you, attacking one of your ankles. The pain is unbearable, they wrestle and tear part of your leg. Distressed, you begin to hit one of the creatures with the bag full of books. As they release your ankle covered in blood, you stand up as fast as you can. You take refuge in a grove, to go unnoticed. “A-gh crap, this looks awful, I need to go to the ship.”

It’s already past midnight, the full moon illuminates you completely. The pain stuns you and the area is fully swollen. You already accepted that you have to wait until dawn, you have no idea if the early commotion at the village ended, the real reasons or real bandits behind it, you can't risk showing yourself as a foreigner, as a pirate. “Damn it hurts, fuck.”

The pain was so strong that you fell asleep under the bushes.

“y/n! psss, please… wake up” you listen from afar. “Darling, darling… Ahhh, fuck… your leg, beauty... please.”

Your unconscious body feels some generous warm hands. “Aargh, Sanji? Is that y-”

As you open your eyes you see Sanji's ethereal features, he is on his knees holding you in his arms, his fingertips caressing your face and head softly, your body trembles. Bursting into tears you sob “I’m sorry!”

“No, sweetheart. I should have come with you. I-I was restless on the ship… we've been looking for you for hours”

You felt a bit embarrassed that he sees you in that condition, a new unintentional connection with the charismatic cook has been born. You’ve always wanted that but not under these circumstances.

“We have to go back. I need you to get comfortable in my arms. I'm going to get up on the count of three… two… on–” 

“Sanji, wait” you interrupt. “I-I’m so sorry for my avoidant behavior these months.” 

His blue eyes are filled with amusement and curiosity. He looks captivated as your eyes meet. “It’s fine, honey. We all have different things to attend” Sanji chuckled warmly. 

“No, don’t you get it?”

“W-what-” his brow furrowed. “What are you trying to say, y/n?” his gaze fixed on you again and later on your lips. His face was so close to yours that despite your physical pain, it felt satisfying, time stopped… It was a moment of vulnerability for both of you, he was nervous, blushing, his body irradiated warmth. 

Lost in your thoughts, as you wrap your arm around his neck to make yourself more comfortable, you push your cheek towards his and give him a small kiss on his nose. His cheeks instantly heated up and he replied with a faint kiss on your lips.

“We’ll need many days to make up for lost time, my love” he cooes. 

“Oh, I have a gift for you” you whisper as he gently takes you back to the ship.

[kizudnyy]

Don't make promises you can't keep, Hawks.

《 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙆𝙎/𝙆𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙈𝙄 》

"I understand that. I really do. But I can't keep feeling like I'm second place. Like I don't matter as much as your job."

"You do matter. More than anything. And I promise—"

"Don't make promises you can't keep. "

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The sun had just begun to set over Musutafu, casting a warm glow over the skylines. I glanced around as i nervously fiddled with my white uniform. Tonight was supposed to be special—one of the most important nights of my life. My graduation before I become a fully-fledged nurse and become someone that can help another person even without a quirk, to be called useful for once.

Everything I struggled for ages– the culmination of my years of hard work and dedication.. And Hawks, my boyfriend, who promised to be there.

The soft ping of my phone pulled me from my anxious thoughts. I quickly picked it up, my heart sinking as I saw Hawks' name flash across the screen.

"Sorry, babybird." My heart sanked as I blinked a couple of times, hoping it wouldn't be another case of his 'hero duty'— Yet..

"Got called away on urgent hero duty last second. I'll make it up to you tommorow."

I stared at the message, a mix of disappointment and frustration bubbling up inside me. I knew being a hero was important, that he was out there saving lives. But, that of course, wasn't the first time he'd had to break a promise because of his job.

The place was already bustling when I arrived. Friends, family, and strangers alike wandered the space, admiring everything and cheering for the sea of proud graduates, their crisp white nurse uniform adorning their frames as they celebrated with everyone.

I forced a smile, greeting those who congratulated me, but my heart wasn't in it. Every time the names were called, I looked behind me, hoping to see Hawks' familiar figure at the entrance, his wings tucked behind him, his smile that always made me feel like everything was going to be okay.

But he never came.

Hours passed, and as the evening drew to a close, the seays began to empty ss each graduates immediately ran to those who they seeked warmth. I stood by one of my friends as my mind began to wander.

Will he always do this?

Maybe he's already on his way..Would his work always come first? Even in my most... important events in my life?..

Lost in the bittersweet memoriesof our shared past, my reverie is abruptly shattered by the sound of my name being called. Instinctively, I turn towards the entrance, longing for his familiar presence. But once again, he's nowhere to be found.

The excitement of the night had long since faded, replaced by a hollow ache. With a heavy sigh, I stood up from my seat and made my way to the platform to receive my diploma. As I gaze at the crowd, my eyes searched for familiar faces before smiling upon seeing my circle fo friends along with my family.

My eyes felt hesitant as I slowly descended the platform, lost in contemplation before a soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey," I turned to see Aiko, one of my closest friends, standing beside me. "You did an amazing job tonight. You finally got your dream job, huh?"

"Thanks," I mumbled, eyes averting her as I stare at my diploma with a heavy heart. "But not really. I still need to find... a job. Im just a certified nurse now." I said, forcing another smile.

She nodded before frowned, looking at me with concern. "He didn't make it, did he?"

I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Hero duty."

Aiko sighed, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry. I know how much you wanted him to be here."

We stood like that for a moment, her presence a small comfort in the midst of my disappointment. Eventually, she pulled back, giving me an encouraging smile.

"He's missing out, you know. You're amazing, and if he can't see that... well, then he’s the one who’s losing." She said softly.

I nodded, appreciating her words, but it didn't make the hurt go away. After saying our goodbyes, I gathered my things and left the stadium after a few hours of speeches, the night air cool against my skin. I walked slowly, letting the sounds of the city wash over me, trying to clear my mind.

When I finally reached my apartment, I found Hawks waiting outside, his wings drooping and a guilty look on his face.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping forward. "I'm so sorry I couldn't make it. Things got really intense out there, and—"

"It's always something, isn't it?" I cut him off, my voice sharper than I intended. "Every time you promise you'll be there, something comes up. I get that your job is important, but... I needed you tonight, Keigo. And you weren't there."

He looked down, his expression pained. "I know. And I hate that I keep letting you down. But being a hero... it's not something I can just walk away from."

I took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "I understand that. I really do. But I can't keep feeling like I'm second place. Like I don't matter as much as your job."

He reached out, gently taking my hands in his. "You do matter. More than anything. And I promise—"

"Don't," I interrupted, pulling my hands away. "Don't make promises you can't keep." Silence hung between us, heavy and suffocating.

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I don't know how to make this right. But I love you, and I want to find a way to make this work. Please, just give me a chance.. Y/N please.."

I looked at him, seeing the sincerity and regret in his eyes. Despite everything— I loved him too.. Too much, Infact.

But I also knew I couldn't keep living like this, constantly wondering if he'd be there when I needed him.

"Okay," I said softly. "But things have to change, Keigo. We need to find a balance, or this isn't going to work."

He nodded, a flicker of home glimmered in his eyes as he hugged me tightly.

"I pro—"

"Please. Just say your gonna change without the word 'promise'."

—

The weeks that followed were filled with tension and uncertainty. Hawks tried to make it up to me, showering me with gifts and affection, but it felt like a band-aid over a gaping wound.

No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't seem to find that balance we so desperately needed. His hero duties only seemed to intensify, each mission more dangerous than the last.

There were even nights when I would lie awake, listening to the sound of his wings as he took off into the darkness, wondering if he would always do this.

Yet, another incident came— I had agreed to give hawks another chance to redeem himself after missing out one of my most important days, hoping agasint hope that things would be different this time. But as my birthday approached, a familiar sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach.

I tried to push aside the memories of his broken promises from the past and especially the night before my graduation, telling myself that this time would be different. He had assured me that he would be there, that he wouldn't let anything get in the way of celebrating with me.

But as the hours ticked by and the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself standing alone in our apartment, the silence deafening.

My phone remained stubbornly silent, no messages or calls from Hawks to explain his absence. I paced the living room, my frustration growing with each passing minute.

How could he do this to me again? After everything we had been through—after all the talks we had about communication and trust, he had still managed to let me down...

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I sank onto the couch, the weight of disappointment crushing me. I had hoped this birthday would be different, that maybe, just maybe, Hawks would prove me wrong.

But once again, his hero work had taken precedence over our relationship, leaving me feeling abandoned and alone.

As the night wore on, I eventually drifted off to sleep, the ache in my heart weighing heavily on my dreams.

When I woke the next morning, Hawks was nowhere to be found. And deep down, I knew that he never would be.

Don't make promises your cant keep, Hawks.

MASTERLIST

[yourjughead]

Attack Dog pt 3

Sweet Pea X Reader

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Sweet Pea POV

Jones chickened out and didn't talk to her that day. I chickened out and hid from her for most of the week. I think being honest with her frightened me more than I thought. I let her see a weakness, even if she could probably guess it before I said anything.

I laid out on my couch in my trailer that Friday night, mulling it over. I ran my palms down my face hard, trying to wipe away the cringe I felt about what I said to her before the Serpent thing.

“I'll be fine Arch, talk to you later” the sound of YNs voice in the trailer park sent me upright immediately. I peaked out behind the curtain into the clearing of the park to watch yn hang up her phone and head towards Jones’. What the fuck? She can't be here. I watched as she knocked gently on his door, almost immediately it was opened and he gestured her in.

I waited a few moments before weighing up my thoughts. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. But what's going on in there? Maybe I do care?

My thoughts were interrupted at the sight of the leader YN had punched into the face last week strolling through the park with some of his confidants. Oh shit. He took out a list, no doubt with our names on it before heading to the trailer closest to the exit, 5 up from Jones. I then saw YN come darting out of his trailer. Was she crying? Oh shit. She slammed the door behind her and tried to collect herself.

I shot up and out of the trailer as I watched the group of Serpents move to the next trailer up and knock on the door. Without really thinking, I ran out across the centre of the park and straight into YNs side, taking her clean off the ground and up and over onto my shoulder. She screamed as I bolted around the back of Jones' trailer and into the wooded area.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She half shouted after I dropped her to the ground but before I clasped my hand over her mouth. She pushed it away.

“Shh YN, we have to get back to my trailer-”

“-Im not going anywhere with you you freak!” Her eyes were burning red, she was definitely crying but my attack on her had seemed to chase away the tears.

“Your best friends are at the entrance of the park, I'm sure it's just rent they're here for but we gotta get you away from where he might see you” I tried to hide the desperation in my eyes but she saw right through it. She seemed to soften slightly, weighing up her options.

“Or you can go back to Jugheads?” She scoffed at this. As if on que Jones came out of his trailer and called for YN.

“He must have heard you screaming your head off” I rolled my eyes.

“Its not my fault a giant wall crashed into me” she bit. I caught her forearm and crouched down. I waited for Jones to walk towards the entrance. The others must be at least one trailer up by now. Very quickly I ran the both of us across the centre of the park again before YN could object. The sinking sun helped to cover us as we barrelled into my house, I released her arm quickly almost flinging her across the width of the trailer in doing so. I quickly glanced out the closed curtain and saw Jones talking to the Serpents. Phew.

“You're so annoying” my head whipped around to hers in shock.

“I save you, for a second time might I add, and I'm the problem?” I watched her shuffle from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh really she's doubling down on this? I went to speak again but the sound of a fist off metal of door caused us both to jump. I caught YNs arm again and dragged her into my bedroom.

“Stay in here and stay quiet” I closed the door on her before she could object.

“Hello everyone, here for the rent?” I tried to be as relaxed as possible opening the door to my fellow Serpents, rent envelope in hand. They nodded before taking the slip.

“We're having a birthday barbeque outside if you want to join SP” I watched him gesture towards other Serpents as they began to set up. Oh shit.

“Ehhh I'm actually not feeling the best, all that Northside air I've been getting but maybe next time” I went to close the door quickly but a boot landed between it and the frame.

“Okay SP, but don't let that shiny new school make you forget where you came from” I nodded to him slowly as he removed his foot and turned back to the group.

As soon as I had the front door closed, YN had my bedroom door open. Oh shit I hope it was clean in there.

“Do they not sell vacuums on the Southside?”

“Oh my god do you ever take a break from the attack?”

“Says the man that just grabbed me off the side of the road!” she moved towards me, an angry tone building in her. Oh she's not gonna wanna shout at me that's for sure.

“Maybe you'd find it easier to fit back in here if you weren't such a bitch all the time” I looked from her to back outside, yup they're gonna be camped out there eating and drinking for all hours. I sighed looking back to a silent YN who just had her eyes fixed on me, jaw clenched.

“I….that didn't come out how I meant it to?” I tried to salvage the situation as I saw her begin to shake gently, clearly fighting back tears that got away earlier.

“No you meant what you said you were just being-”

“-Harsh” I sat down on the sofa again, cutting her off and gestured for her to do the same. She stayed stood.

“I was going to say honest….I should probably go”

“Id say you're stuck here for the night, they're settling in outside for a long one, Jones too and as much as Id love to see the panic in his face at you leaving my trailer late at night, it's not worth the others maybe recognising you” I gave a half smile. It would be pretty funny to watch Jones try to understand her leaving here. She looked around the space, I suddenly felt very self conscious.

“Look it's up to you, I'm just gonna be watching TV and trying not to be tempted outside by all the fun”

“So you'd stay in here with me instead of going out to your family?” I buried the smile that tried to grow on my face. She finally understanding what the Serpents were to me.

“Yeah but mostly I don't want you rooting through all my stuff” a smile returned to her face, the anger drifting away. She finally nodded, before pulling out her phone to text her mom, probably. It's so weird having parents like that who'd want to know where you're sleeping on a Friday night. I flicked on the tv and patted the seat next to me for her to join, the whole time I could see the cogs turning in her mind. The noise outside began to grow as I'm sure more Serpents came to play.

We channel surfed for an hour or two in silence and eventually landed on some cooking show. I fought the sleep off as best I could before it finally took me with it.

I woke some time later to the sound of very drunk Serpents absolutely mangling a rendition of Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift. I blinked the dark trailer into focus, feeling a weight into my shoulder. I glanced down to find YN asleep against me. Clearly the antics took her energy from her too. I allowed myself to smile at her, only because there was no one else around to corroborate that I did. The sound of a glass bottle smashing off the side of the trailer jolted YN awake and she gently fell back against me, still dozing. She then shot forward as if she remembered where she was and was horrified by it.

“Sorry sorry I fell asleep” she rubbed her eyes while trying to play it off. I missed the warmth alongside me.

“It's okay we just dozed off” another bottle was flung onto the side of the trailer causing us both to jump.

“You sleep in my room, I'll sleep out here, I'll get you a shirt or something to sleep in hang on” I stood on weary legs before directing YN to my bedroom and rifling around in the drawers for something clean. I tossed her an old band tee before leaving her to get changed, arranging a makeshift bed on my sofa.

“Night Sweet Pea….thanks for letting me stay” I caught a glimpse of her in the doorway before she closed me off. I wish she'd only wear my shirts for the rest of our days. I shook the thought from my head and stretched against the sofa as I rolled in. The shouting and singing growing from outside.

I drifted off for about an hour or so, I was woken up hammering on the front door as 2am reared its head.

“Jones?” I squinted an eye and tried to wake my voice.

Part 4

[petitemistletoe]

Union

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Regulus x Reader, James x Regulus

Warnings: angst, homophobia, abuse, outing, pregnancy

Word Count: 5.4K+

A/N: Part 3 to Hate! This is a lot angstier and darker than the last two parts

Regulus had been avoiding you and James like the plague since the night of the concert. You had tried to talk to James about it but once again he had told you he wanted to forget it. You suspected this time around, though, he was more concerned with the idea of Sirius finding out. You were laying in your dark, cool dorm with the curtains drawn in the middle of the day. You had been sick for the past few days, feeling overly nauseous and sweaty. James had stopped by your dorm before Quidditch practice to check on you and ask if you wanted to come but you just shook your head, telling him you would see him at dinner. 

You finally pulled yourself out of bed to go to the hospital wing to see if Madame Pomfrey could help you. You stepped into the bathroom to wash your face and saw that one of the other girls had left a tampon sitting on the counter. An icy wave of realization washed over you as you realized your period was over two weeks late. Your period was never late, you had been regular since you had gotten it so this was cause for stress. You made your way down the hospital wing, this time with different intentions. Luckily for you, the hospital wing was empty, only Madame Pomfrey was around, working like a little cyclone. 

“Madame Pomfrey?” You cleared your throat. 

“Yes!” She turned and gave you a warm smile, “I’ve heard you’ve been a bit under the weather, dear. Why don’t you have a seat?” She pushed back the curtain to one of the beds and gestured for you to sit down. You felt tears start to well in your eyes as you took a deep breath.

“I, um, I think I need a pregnancy test.”

“Can you tell me about your symptoms, dear?” Madame Pomfrey had a neutral expression on her face but you saw the way her eyes widened when you asked for the test. 

“I’ve been pretty nauseous these past few days and my period is over two weeks late.” You said, digging your nails into your palms trying to stop tears from coming. 

“Alright dear, there could be a number of things causing this but why don’t we give you the test and we’ll go from there.” Madame Pomfrey gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder before disappearing into a cupboard and reappearing with a test. She gave you privacy to take the test and then set it on the counter and told you to wait a quarter of an hour. She gave you a cup of tea and began to sip her own when a group of students burst in to the hospital wing. 

“What’s going on?” Madame Pomfrey immediately had her hands on her hips. You quickly shut the curtain and pulled your knees to your chest. You could hear chatter and Madame Pomfrey ordering the students to leave, save for the injured student. It seemed that someone had been the victim of one of Sirius’ famous never ending exploding inkwells and the student could not stop vomiting ink. 

“Hold on a moment, dear, this will stop the ink from coming but you’ll need to rest for a few moments to make sure all the ink on your tongue is out.” She handed the student a bucket and made her way back over to you. She opened the curtain only slightly so she could enter and then immediately closed it behind her to preserve your privacy. 

“Alright then, let’s look at this.” Madame Pomfrey put her glasses on and then held the test to her eyes. She let out a small gasp before clearing her throat.

“Oh my god,” you said, your heart dropping into your stomach.

“The test is positive. However, you have many options for how you would like to proceed.” 

“I think I need to go,” you said, your blood was roaring in your ears, “I need to talk to James.”

“Of course, dear. You will need to meet with a more specialized mediwitch that I can put you and your parents in contact with whenever you need.” Madame Pomfrey smiled at you. You could only nod as you collected your things and pushed the curtain open. You were exiting the hospital wing when someone else threw open their curtain and called, 

“Madame Pomfrey I think I’m alright now.” The student stood from the bed and you felt the blood drain from your face. It was Regulus.

“Oh, hi.” He said, looking at you up and down. 

“Hi, what are you doing here?”  

“Sirius and his exploding ink well nonsense. What are you doing here?” The question was innocent enough but you felt your eyes welling with tears again. 

“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” Regulus looked incredibly uncomfortable watching you break down in front of him.

“Sorry,” you said, wiping your eyes and nose, “it’s nothing. I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Dear, would you like to keep this? Oh Mr. Black I’ll be with you in a moment,” Madame Pomfrey was handing you the positive test. Regulus looked down at the test and then back up at you and his already pale face became even more devoid of color. 

“Thanks.” You said, shoving the test in your pocket and running out of the hospital wing. 

You ran out to the Quidditch pitch and laid your hand on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. You immediately realized what you were doing and your hand shot back like it was on fire. James was finishing with practice and he was on the ground, talking with the rest of the team. 

“Hey! Isn’t this a nice surprise.” James said after the team dispersed and headed towards the shower. He hugged you but the smell of his leather gloves and sweat soaked skin was too overwhelming and you immediately turned and vomited on the ground. 

“Oh whoa, still not feeling better? Have you gone to see Madame Pomfrey yet?” He asked, handing you his water bottle. You swished out the taste of vomit and spit again. 

“Uh yes. We have a problem.” You said, your hand resting on your stomach again.

“Alright,” James chuckled, “you’re freaking me out a little. What are you pregnant or something?” He said it as a joke but his smile dropped when he saw your face drained of color. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He said, staring at your stomach as if he expected to see the baby kick at that very moment.

“I went to Madame Pomfrey today when I realized that I was two weeks late and I took a test and she confirmed it.”

“Okay, okay,” James ran a hand through his messy hair, “Let’s go talk about this somewhere a little more private. Why don’t we go down to the lake?”

“James,” you put your hand on his chest, “before I go anywhere with you I need you to shower.” 

Twenty minutes later you were sipping a cool glass of water while sitting by the Black Lake. You used to love coming to the lake, you and James had many picnics down here, you would run around with your friends down here, you would take walks down here, but now you felt nauseous from the smell of the squid and the scent of James’ body wash.

“This obviously isn’t ideal but you know that I love you and I know my parents would love to have you and while they’ll be a little peeved that this is all happening before we graduate I know they’ll be thrilled to have a little granddaughter or grandson.” James was rambling a bit but he was looking at you with big eager eyes. 

“So that’s the other thing,” you said, looking at your lap, “I don’t think it’s your baby.”

“Excuse me?” James looked at you like you were trying to make some weird joke.

“You’ve never cum inside of me. Regulus did that night.” You said, looking down at your feet. 

“Oh my god,” James looked sick all over again. 

“What am I going to do?” You felt tears pushing at your eyes and you were fanning your face to cool it off before you really burst into sobs. 

“Hey,” James grabbed your hand, “it makes no difference to me. That’s my kid in there.” He smiled and put his hand on your stomach. You really started to cry then and you buried your face in his shoulder. He rubbed small circles on your back as you collected yourself.

“There’s another thing,” you said, sniffing hard.

“I don’t know how many more things I can take,” James said with a nervous laugh. 

“I think Regulus knows.”

“What do you mean you think he knows?”

“He saw me with the test at Madame Pomfrey’s.”

“Did he say anything about it?” 

“No. But if he knows I imagine we’ll hear about it soon.” 

“Alright, we should probably head to dinner. Don’t want to raise any suspicion.” James helped you up and together you walked to the Great Hall. 

Dinner was a bit of precarious affair. While you usually loved the great selection of foods that Hogwarts displayed for you, you found yourself feeling sick at all the intense aromas. You were able to find a tureen of chicken soup which you sipped with your icy goblet of water. 

“Baby, you should eat something more substantial.” James said, trying to offer you a piece of his chicken and mash. 

“I’m just so nauseous.” You shook your head, pushing away James’ fork. 

“You feeling okay, love?” Remus asked, taking stock of how pale and shaky you seemed. 

“Just a little stomach bug,” James responded quickly. 

“You’re still sick?” Sirius jokingly held his shirt up over his nose and mouth and scooted away from you.

“It’s just a stomach bug, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your soup. James was rubbing your back when you saw Regulus stalk past your table. 

“I need to talk to you.” Regulus said, his intense gaze boring into your soul.

“Why?” Sirius asked, looking between you and Regulus.

“We’re, uh, partners in potions,” you said quickly, “it’s about that, right?”

“Yes. Can we talk now, please?” Regulus grabbed you harshly by the forearm.

“Oi!” James immediately shot to his feet, “Don’t manhandle her like that.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just go.” You and James followed Regulus out of the Great Hall. You could hear Sirius saying to Remus, 

“They’re all being so weird.”

Regulus insisted on taking you to the room of requirement for ultimate privacy. You were going to protest but the lack of privacy was what caused Regulus to find out about this all in the first place so you figured you didn’t have legs to stand on.   

The room of requirement looked like an empty classroom and you didn’t have a clue what made it so special but Regulus was pretty convinced that you didn’t need to cast a silencing charm or anything before diving into your conversation.

“That’s my baby, isn’t it?” Regulus asked.

“In a manner of speaking.” James said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Regulus was on guard. 

“It means,” You cut James off, “that technically it is your baby. You came inside me the night of the concert. But it’s okay, Regulus, James and I are going to raise the baby like it’s our own child. You don’t need to be involved at all. No one ever has to know.”

Regulus had an odd expression on his face. 

“That’s my baby?”

“The baby will be fine as a Potter.” James said stoically. He put his body between yours and Regulus’ to signify the end of the conversation. Regulus nodded at James before lifting his head and marching out of the room. 

You didn’t hear from Regulus for two more weeks. You had asked James to avoid telling his parents until you were able to tell your own. How were you even supposed to start? Every time you started penning a letter, you would get to the part where you would tell your parents about the baby you found yourself crumpling the parchment and burning it. You were currently distracting yourself from such a task by laying on James’ bed in the boys dorm and watching Sirius agonize while James was at Quidditch practice. Sirius and Regulus were called home for a funeral of some distant family member and he was going to have dinner with his family for the first time in a very long time.

“I look ridiculous!” He complained, looking at himself in his dress robes. 

“You look fine,” you said with a head shake at the same time as Remus who said, 

“You do look ridiculous.”

“Oh my god! That’s it. I’m not going.” Sirius flopped down on the bed and covered his eyes with his arm. 

“Remus is joking!” You said, moving so you could punch Remus in the shoulder. “You look very handsome, Sirius.” You said with an earnest nod. 

“What do I care that some weird racist uncle finally kicked it? Why do I have to go to his funeral?” Sirius groaned. 

“Do something!” You begged Remus. Remus sighed and put his hand on Sirius’ arm. 

“Stop pouting you big baby.” Remus said, “When you come back I’ll blow you. How’s that?”

“Are you being serious?” Sirius said, sitting up and looking at Remus.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” 

Sirius shot up and ran out to meet Regulus in McGonagall’s office. 

“I am sorry for your loss, gentlemen,” Professor McGonagall said, holding her dish of floo powder out towards Sirius and Regulus. They both flooed back to the Black Manor for the bleak affair. That evening, Sirius and Regulus were seated at the ostentatious table for dinner with their parents. Luckily for Regulus, Sirius was being his usual ridiculous self, using anything and everything to piss their parents off so the attention was off Regulus. Regulus’ brain was racing. You were carrying his child. He was going to be a father. But did he want to be a father? Did he want James Potter raising his child? Did he want you raising his child? Did raising his child with James mean that he would be able to have sex with James again?

“Regulus,” his father had been calling him for quite some time. 

“Yes father?” Regulus looked up at his father. Sirius was staring at Regulus with a strange expression on his face. 

“How has Slytherin been doing in Quidditch?”

“Oh, oh. We’ve been doing well. We’re due to play Gryffindor in a few weeks and it promises to be an excellent match.” Regulus said, pushing around the food on his plate. 

“Don’t,” Walburga held her hand up to stop Sirius’ retort before he could say it. “Are you alright Regulus?” 

“I’m fine.” Regulus brushed off his mother’s comments. 

“Are you?” Walburga narrowed her eyes and before Regulus knew what was happening, Walburga had pushed her way into Regulus’ mind. Regulus forced himself to push the interaction with James out of his brain. To erase James from his mind. He couldn’t have his mother knowing about that. Instead his mother saw Regulus with you. And then you telling Regulus about the baby. 

“Did you know about this? That mudblood is your friend?” Walburga screamed at Sirius.

“What are you talking about?” Sirius asked, mouth open. He looked at Regulus in confusion. 

“Get out, Sirius.” Walburga commanded. 

“No! What are you talking about? What is she talking about, Reg?” Sirius looked between Regulus and his mother. 

“Just go.” Regulus whispered. Sirius looked like he was going to protest further but he was pulled away from the table by his father. It was just Regulus and his mother at the table. He felt impossibly small. 

“You impregnated a mudblood.” Her voice was steely calm. 

“Her father is a pureblood and her mother is a halfblood.” Regulus squeaked out.

“A mudblood no less.” His mother pinched the bridge of her nose, “However your brother has proven that he will not produce an heir with the disgusting lifestyle he’s chosen. Your child is the only hope to carry on the Black name. She will have tea with us. Tomorrow. I’ll have Kreacher send an owl to her parents.” Walburga dismissed Regulus and he returned to Hogwarts with a pit in his stomach. 

You were on your way to charms when Regulus grabbed you by the forearm and pulled you into a closet. 

“What do you want?” You asked, grabbing your stomach. It was an unconscious action but you found yourself doing it more and more often. 

“I messed up,” Regulus said, wringing his hands.

“What do you mean?”

“I just…I didn’t know what to do about the baby-”

“Regulus, that’s the whole point. You don’t have to do anything. James and I are going to take care of it. Your family would probably have a coronary about the whole thing and you can barely stand me. It’ll be a little rough at the beginning but we’ll get through it.” You rested your hand on Regulus’ arm.

“So that’s the thing. My parents know.”

“What?” You felt your blood run cold.

“I’m so sorry. But they’ve invited your parents to the Black estate for tea tonight. They want us there too.”

“Regulus,” you were trying to keep your voice level but there was icy sweat rolling down your neck, “I haven’t even told my parents yet. What the hell did you do?” 

“Listen, I don’t really know what they want but maybe they’ll have a good idea about what to do. Let’s just hear them out.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “um, until we know more about this situation with your parents, we’re not telling James.”

“I think that’s for the best.” Regulus nodded. 

It was difficult to get rid of James that evening. You told him you were going home for the evening to tell your parents about the baby and he had insisted he come with you. You convinced him that it would be better coming from just you and that you would let him come back the next time. You were dressed in your dress robes as you and Regulus used the floo network to enter the Black estate. You wiped your sweaty palms on your dress as you entered the drawing room and took in the bizarre sight of your parents and Regulus’ parents all sitting and sipping tea. 

“Hi Mum, hi Dad.” You said, nervously twiddling your fingers. Your parents immediately ran out to embrace you. As you pulled away from them both your father immediately started, 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Getting pregnant? We sent you to Hogwarts to study! Not to mess around with boys,” he gestured wildly at Regulus. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Your mother asked, looking at you with a pained expression. 

“Obviously that is all moot,” Walburga said, gesturing for you all to sit, “the Black family is one of the oldest and most noble in Great Britain and we will not allow for shame to cloud our reputation. It’s already difficult enough with Sirius. Regulus Black is the Black heir. His child will be the next.”

“I’m sorry,” your father interrupted Walburga, “weren’t you dating James Potter? What happened to him? Kind family, bright future, could keep it in his pants?”

It was interesting the way that your parents contrasted Regulus’. The Blacks were stoic and serious and void of emotion. Your parents were the opposite, louder, more intense, absolutely brimming with emotion.

“Regardless, we have a proposition.” Orion said, looking at your parents warily. 

“At that is?” You asked. 

“You and Regulus will marry. The ceremony will be next month over the Christmas holiday. Then you will tell the world of your pregnancy two weeks after the wedding and we will announce that baby was born prematurely.” Walburga explained.

“What?” You spat.

“How could you allow such a marriage? She’s not a pureblood! Wouldn’t that hurt the bloodline?” Regulus asked, grasping at anything.

“All documents that would indicate such blood status have been removed. 

“We aren’t even graduated from Hogwarts yet! How can we marry?” Regulus asked, his fingers pulling at his hair. 

“Surely you think this is a ridiculous idea.” You said, looking at your parents. 

“I think given the current situation it would be beneficial for our family to have ties to a family as noble as the Black family.” Your mother said, looking at her lap. 

“Oh I’m going to be sick.” You said, your hand over your mouth as you ran from the room. You luckily found a bathroom and were able to stumble in and lean over the toilet just seconds before losing your lunch. You stayed slumped over, vomiting and sobbing, cursing your damn pregnancy. 

“Are you alright?” Regulus could be heard just outside the door to the bathroom. 

“Peachy,” you replied, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and forcing yourself up. You flushed the toilet and washed your hands and face before opening the door. Regulus’ eyes were rimmed red as if he had been crying too.

“I don’t know what to say.” He said, staring at his feet. 

“It’s all your fucking fault.” You spat, “Why did you have to tell them?”

“I didn’t!” Regulus blurted out.

“Excuse me?” You had an eyebrow raised. 

“My mother…she’s trained in occumenacy. She knew something was on my mind and she found it,” Regulus’ face was red and he was looking everywhere but at you.

“Oh Regulus,” you shook your head and sighed, “how the hell are we going to tell James?” 

“I have no idea.” Regulus’ face went an unnatural shade of white, which was disturbing considering Regulus’ resting tone was already an unnatural shade of white. You both returned to the parlor. There were four sets of eyes watching you and Regulus.  

“You understand no one can know about your child until after the wedding,” your father said. 

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“You will announce tomorrow that you and Regulus are engaged. We will meet again to discuss plans for the ceremony.” Walburga said. She narrowed her eyes at you and said something to you that you could somehow only hear in your own mind: You will produce the finest heir this family has ever seen.

You looked up at Walburga and nodded, icy fear washing through your body. Before she let you go, Walburga made you and Regulus pose for a photo. It was painfully awkward and you couldn’t help thinking about how uncomfortable it would be to spend the rest of your life with Regulus. You supposed, however, it would only be the rest of Walburga’s life. And then you would be able to go back to what you wanted. 

You were able to make it back to the girls dorm without running into James. You had no idea how you were going to tell him about this. You loved James more than anything in the world but you weren’t given much of a choice. 

You sat down at breakfast in the morning and James immediately was at your side.

“How was it? How did you parents take it?” He whispered. Sirius and Remus looked up at you, trying to make out what James was whispering. 

“Not here. Not now.” You whispered back before taking a piece of toast and spreading butter on it. 

“Reg had to go back to my parents house last night. Something weird is going on with him,” Sirius shook his head. You tried not to look panicked. 

“What do you think happened?” You kept your voice as even as possible.

“No idea. But I think it has something to do with someone I know. My mother said something about my friend.” Sirius shook his head. 

“Is he back yet?” Remus asked as the owls flew over dropping everyone’s mail. 

“Yeah, yeah. He’s at his table. Do you think he got a howler?” Sirius was sitting straight up and trying to see over at Regulus. You turned as well to look and then you heard, 

“Oh my god.” It was James. He was holding open a copy of the daily prophet. On the page was the picture of you and Regulus from last night with the announcement of your engagement. 

“What? WHAT!” Sirius ripped the paper out of James’ hand and flicked his eyes back and forth between you and the engagement announcement. The entire great hall broke out in chatter as everyone stared at you and then at Regulus. 

“You’re engaged to Regulus? Aren’t you dating James?” Remus asked.

“Yes, I’d quite like to know about this.” James asked. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Not here.” You said again, running from the great hall. The marauders followed you back to the Gryffindor boys dorm. You were pacing and wringing your hands as the boys stared back at you. You were about to start when you heard a light knock on the door. 

“Who the fuck is that?” Sirius demanded, whipping open the door. It was Regulus. “Oh perfect!” He grabbed Regulus by the forearm and pulled him into the dorm before locking the door and casting a silencing spell. “Talk. Now.”

“So you remember the night of the Queen concert?” You said, wringing your hands again. 

“I knew we shouldn’t’ve gone to that concert.” Remus shook his head. 

“Well…we all had a bit too much to drink and-”

“You foul little slut! You cheated on James with Regulus?” Sirius snapped. You shot back like you had been slapped. You knew Sirius was upset but he had been one of your closest friends since your first year at Hogwarts. How could he speak to you like that?

“No, not exactly.” James said from his place on his bed. 

“What does that mean?” Sirius’ head snapped towards James. 

“James, please don’t.” Regulus begged quietly. 

“We had a threesome with Regulus. Regulus has been in love with me for a long time. But he messed up and got her pregnant. We told Regulus that we would raise the baby like it was mine. I’m not sure what happened exactly.” James glared at Regulus. 

“What the fuck? You had sex with my two best friends?” Sirius turned to Regulus. 

“You just called one of your so-called ‘best friends’ a slut.” Regulus rolled his eyes. 

“Oh I’m going to kill you.” Sirius lunged at Regulus and Remus and James had to separate the two men. 

“Can someone please explain the engagement business?” James demanded. He was holding Sirius back and glowering at Regulus. 

“My mother found out and this is what our parents demanded. They thought this is the best way to avoid scandal. They want the child to be the next Black heir.” Regulus said, staring at his hands. 

“You told her? You disgusting little slug.” James spat. 

“No. He didn’t tell her. Our mother poked through his mind.” Sirius’ rage seemed to have dissipated as he looked at his younger brother in pity. 

“So what then? You’re my girlfriend!” James grabbed your hands. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I know,” you said, tears running down your cheeks, “but I don’t have a choice.”

“When is the wedding?” Remus asked. 

“During the Christmas holiday.” You said, resting your hands on your stomach. James sniffed harshly and stormed out of the room. You moved to follow but Remus rested his hand on your shoulder. 

“Let him go. He needs time to process this all.”

“Well, welcome to the Black family.” Sirius said with a sad smile. 

The semester ended and you were off to the Black estate with Regulus, your fiancé. Your nausea came and went and the wedding gown Walburga had given you felt very tight. Kreacher had already let it out twice and you were afraid to ask for it to be let out again. Sirius was to be in attendance as Regulus’ best man. James and Remus had also been invited but you weren’t sure if James would be in attendance. You couldn’t blame him. You wouldn’t’ve wanted to watch James marry someone else either. Lily, Marlene, and Mary were not allowed to attend so your bridesmaids were women you really didn’t know. They were all Black sisters, Narcissa and Bellatrix. They were both a little frightening and you tried not to speak to them more than you had to. 

At your engagement party, you felt yourself getting overwhelmed and you sat on the balcony with your feet dangling over the edge so you could breathe in the cool air outside. James sat down next to you and handed you a glass of water. 

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m alright. Surprised to see you.” You said, accepting the water and drinking it gratefully. 

“So,” James sighed heavily, “you’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I am.” You looked out at the gardens that stretched out behind Grimmauld place. 

“I don’t think I ever apologized to you.” James said. 

“Apologized for what?” You asked. You couldn’t believe how kind and sweet James was. It was the reason you had fallen for him in the first place. 

“I never should have had that threesome with Reg. I put you in this position and I ruined all three of our lives forever.” James hung his head. 

“Hey,” you put your hand on James’, “If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t’ve done it. It’s a shit situation but things could be worse. And it’s not like we won’t see each other all the time,” your eyes were brimming with tears, “you’re my best friend, James. I love you.”

“I love you too,” James’ eyes were full of tears as well, “I, just, I don’t think I can be there tomorrow. I want to. But I don’t know if I can.”

“I know,” you whispered, “it’s okay.”

“Is everything alright out here?” It was Orion, he was staring at both of you. 

“Fine,” you said, sniffing hard and wiping your eyes. You took Orion’s outstretched hand and stood up. “I guess I should go enjoy my party.” 

You woke up the next day with a pit in your stomach. You took another pregnancy test, just in case you weren’t pregnant and you could tell everyone to call the wedding off. The test was positive, as you expected, and you were helped into the dress by Narcissa, Bellatrix, and your mother.

“Have you thought about children yet?” Bellatrix asked. 

“Don’t be silly, Bella. Her and Reg haven’t even graduated yet. Surely they’ll wait a few years before having kids.”

“Well, who knows. Regulus feels strongly about producing an heir.” You tried to say casually. Your mother shot you a look.

“I’m going to check on your father. I’ll see you in a bit, darling.” Your mother pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone with the Black sisters. 

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Narcissa asked, staring down at your stomach. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, no. It makes sense. The rapid wedding to a Gryffindor? But you and Regulus look excellent together. And you’ll produce a beautiful heir.” Bellatrix was tracing her finger over your hairline and you had to resist the urge to shiver. 

“It’s time,” Narcissa said, the organ playing the beginning notes of your wedding march. Narcissa left first, her arm tucked into Sirius’ elbow. Then it was Bellatrix, who looked a bit odd as she walked Barty Crouch Jr. Then it was you. Your stomach was flip flopping as you walked with your father and mother until you saw James and Remus sitting the back row. A smile spread across your face and you held your head high and regal as you made your way to the alter. 

Regulus looked nice in his dress robes with that brought out the deep colors in his eyes. You took his hand as Orion, who was conducting the ceremony, spoke loud and clear. 

“Please be seated.” He ran through the standard vows and then what it meant to join the Black dynasty. He talked about blood purity that made your mother shift angrily in her chair and then he stated, “If anyone objects this holy union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” He waited for a few beats before looking between you and Regulus and smiling. 

“Now-”

“I have something I’d like to say.” A voice from the back of the room rang out. Everyone turned and you saw the defiant face of James Potter staring back at you.

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